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[empresstress13]

Ahhhh! Look at my commission from @neotericwitch ! It’s Beatrix! My wonderful lady! Shadow of Amaranthine! ♥ Look at that smirk! Look at all those weapons! She might have an obsession with blades. They come in handy, and she’s most certainly planning something. ;) 

I commissioned @neotericwitch for one of her con sketches and I couldn’t be happier! Thank you so, so, so much! I adore her! Check out neotericwitch’s page; great artist and she does a wonderful original comic as well! 

[philomeide]

a while back i commissioned @neotericwitch for a pic of olless and i love it so much that it's currently hanging on my wall. :0 thank you again!!

[hyperbali]

words cannot express how much i love this outfit

seriously, it’s so perfect for the kind of aesthetic qilue would have when they have to actually represent their position in the summer court.....i love cait’s design work so much................

[hyperbali]

good night for the sketch jam!

i’m wrapping up shortly, so no more new slots if you join the stream, but i will try to do one again soon!

https://picarto.tv/Bali

[expositascientia]

whoo boy. ok. so a lot has gone on in the past five weeks, including that it’s now midterms. what the fuck right. also, i’ve had a few half-breakdowns and depression swings and overall nonsense in the brain department. lots of family stuff contributing to that. next week is Big Midterms week and then the week after is baby midterms. i know nothing. it will be fine. in happier news, i went to nycc where I met the one and only mama shark @kellysue who signed my bitch planet 001 with the best inspiration a baby shark could ask for: “fuck shit UP”. it’s also where I got the wonderful new moth sticker from @neotericwitch/caitlin scannell at caitscannell.com (idk why tumblr won’t let me tag her smh). i also went to the morbid anatomy museum and halloween flea market today and there were SO MANY dead things it was great. i got my new cat sticker from dana glover at dana-glover.com. i also started working with kindergarten kiddos for tutoring and they’re all very sweet and I love them lots. anyways, ill try to be better at this whole posting thing. 🤘 for sept. 12, 2016 - oct. 16, 2016, posted oct. 2016

[justabrowncoatedwench]

In Which There’s A Runaway

Here’s a ficlet - aka Atishavir’s worst memory, and probably Isal’s too - starring a few Lavellans (mine and @mysteryandcheekbones‘s), and especially @neotericwitch/@the-momquisitor‘s Imira Lavellan. I hope I did a good job capturing her! ^__^

The morning started with that beautiful foggy dawn light that spoke of peace and hope. Atishavir loved that about early mornings, even if her warm bed would have also been more welcome. But mornings started early when you were Dalish, especially when you were Second to the Keeper. The nineteen year old ducked out of the aravel she shared with her Third, yawning. Taking up her staff, Tish walked through the Clan’s camp until she came to the training area used by the non-mage young people of Lavellan. She wasn’t planning on practicing any spell work, so she was safe to practice her pattern dances in public. When magic was done, Keeper Deshanna took Tish and Ashanalera - and the other mage younglings they might have - away from where they might hurt anyone else.

Some time passed, but not much, and then there was Isalasanda at her elbow, something clutched in his hand. “Tish?”

She spun to a stop in her spin and turned to face her fourteen year old cousin with a furrowed expression. “What is is, Isal?”

“It’s….” He seemed uncertain to start. “It’s Aly. She’s gone.”

“What do you mean gone? She can’t be gone. She must be on a gathering trip for Master Tarathil?” As his apprentice, Alyssana had been trusted with gathering reagents for their work plenty of times before now.

Isal shook his head, looking utterly forlorn. “No. She’s gone gone. She made me promise to give her a head start….” Atishavir could understand his loyalty to his twin sister, but this was horrible. A fourteen year old out alone in the Planasene? That wouldn’t be the end of the world, but where was Aly going that she’d left like this?! How long ago had she even left? Tish grabbed Isalasanda’s wrist without saying anything and half-dragged him with her towards the Keeper’s aravel.

Barely waiting after knocking, the young woman stuck her head inside. Deshanna was there with her daughter Imira, though their previous discussion was interrupted. “Yes, da’len?” Deshanna inquired, curious but not alarmed. Not yet. Tish couldn’t help but feel some amount of dread. She dragged her cousin inside with her and took a seat, resting her staff against the aravel wall.

“Keeper, Alyssana is missing. Or more accurately, she’s left.” Isal bowed his head wearing a look of shame while Atishavir spoke, his sister’s letter still clutched in his hands.

Deshanna’s brow furrowed and Imira turned to face the newcomers more fully. “What do you mean, left?” the Clan’s First demanded, fists clenching in her lavender skirts. Atishavir looked to Isal then, elbowing him gently.

The young man offered the letter with a slightly shaking hand. “She wrote this and, well, told me to hold onto it for her. It’s for our parents, and for you, Keeper.” It was clear to Tish that her cousin was slowly losing his hold on his calm. She felt for him, she did, but this could be really serious. If Alyssana got hurt or came across humans, she could die, and the risk to the Clan if any hostile humans decided to perhaps torture her for the location of her Clan? She never thought of herself as a doom and gloom type person, but Atishavir’s paranoia was beginning to run away with her.

Deshanna took the letter and held it open so both she and her daughter could read it. Halfway through they were both shaking their heads and growing clearly concerned. Deshanna sat back and refolded the letter with precision, glaring a little at Imira. “Ma’len, can you decipher where Alyssana discovered such an idea?” It was clear a fight could break out if anyone said the wrong thing.

“It was that shem Bard,” Isal said, voice unsteady, while tears began to roll down his cheeks. “Two years ago, the one we captured because she got too close.” Though it probably didn’t help matters that their own First had left the Clan when she was younger and didn’t come back for ten years; no one said it though.

“I should have known, I should have seen. Alyssana’s always....raaah.” Imira slammed her fist into the wall of the aravel, making Tish’s staff slip just a tad and earning another reproachful look from Deshanna.

Atishavir bit her lip, looking between her mentors and her cousin. The Keeper laid a gentle hand on her First’s arm. “Now, da’len, when did your sister leave?”

“Did she even return from her wood gathering for Master Tarathil?” Imira asked drily, a tad resigned and knowing. If she were to run away and had the freedom of being the Craftmaster’s apprentice, she would time her departure with a foray into the forest.

Isal merely shook his head, trying hard not to be a loud crier even as tears came faster down his face. Atishavir’s brow furrowed as she observed her cousin, but she couldn’t comfort him just yet. She was here, had brought him here, in her duties as Second of the Clan. After the Keeper and her First had decided on a plan of action, then she could take him back to the family aravel and give him a good hug.

The silence stretched on uncomfortably, broken by Isalasanda’s sniffles while Deshanna quietly conversed with her daughter. Suddenly it was too much for the young hunter in training and he broke the silence with a hiccup-interrupted outburst. “Am-am I going-g-g to be k-k-kicked out-t tooooo? *hic* Forrr k-k-keeping Al-l-ly’s s-secret?”

“What?” “Da’len...” “Of course not!” Tish, Deshanna, and Imira respectively replied at once, in a hurry. Isal was practically a puddle of tears and covered his face in shame.

Deshanna gave her Second an authoritative look. “Go fetch Adahlen and Elrian, Atishavir, if they are still in camp.” Tish rose from her kneeling position in a swift, single motion, filled with purpose. Before she left the Keeper’s aravel she looked back at poor Isal and saw Imira gather the fourteen year old into her arms, making soothing noises.

Imira had had a hand in raising practically all of the children, since she had returned to Clan Lavellan when Atishavir was ten; this was a loss for everyone in the Clan, to different degrees. Had Alyssana not thought of that when she made her plans? Tish thought as she moved through the camp with a steady sort of seriousness.

[justabrowncoatedwench]

Doing Imira Research to get plot bunnies right...

Imira ran away from the Clan when she was 15, in 9:11, the year my Atishavir was born (really really funny considering that Imira as the reborn Sylaise has the tenets known as the Vir’Atishan). Almost 20 years later, in 9:30, what should happen? My Alyssana runs away from the Clan at 14, to go be an Orlesian Bard, no less. (Imira: She didn’t learn that from me!)

Based on this age difference, Imira would’ve been young with my and @mysteryandcheekbones‘s Lavellans’ parents. Aka, Hallani (mother of Tish and Rev), Semael (Uncle to all of them), and Adahlen (mother to Isal and Aly), all siblings, as well as the papas, Marevas and Elrian. And Sorian and Merinna (the moms’ and uncle’s parents) would’ve witnessed her wild youth as well. xD Or whatever part of it Imira actually had DURING her time with the Clan.

Oh, shoot, that means Hana, Imira’s daughter, is about the same age as Aly, Isal, and Rev! Cuz born in 9:16, same year as the twins. (Mental reaction to this realization was, Aly, no, no, don’t hit on Imira’s daughter. Stahp.)

Considering Imira, Zahid, and Hana were separated when Imira was 25, it presumably took her a bit to find her Clan again, so I’m gonna say she’s back with Clan Lavellan when she’s 26, around 9:22. Which would make my bebs, hmm....Atishavir would be 11 and a year into her mage powers, Revassan would be 7, and Aly and Isal would be 6. Which I actually already have a ficlet of, of them the year before. So new plot bunnies, hello!

*strokes chin* Yes, this will work beautifully. I have a few good ideas....

[sarcasticstardust]

A quick sketch but beautiful commission by @neotericwitch of my lavellan Bramble leading an indulgent Solas on another adventure.