I'm Yunessa and I enjoy writing my own stories. Those stories and art can be found on A03 and I'm also on Bluesky . I have a Kofi for folks who just want to see my art with none of my nattering. All NSFW art is under a cut or on bluesky.
Other Important links you're here for:
Pathfinder art - Wrath of the Righteous characters, Yunessa as companion or Commander
Rogue Trader art - Masque of Vyle characters , rogue Trader characters
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My characters, whose links will have an assortment of everything related to them, commissioned art with them included. :
Yunessa, my Pathfinder / fantasy elf. Chaotic neutral disaster.
Allein, my sci-fi disaster for Rogue Trader
I'm always happy to answer questions and chat.
Story summaries and blockable tags are below the cut.
Fanfic summary:
Jamais Vu (Pathfinder):
Travel to the fortified city of Kenabres, the heroic city of crusaders and the start of the Commander's story. A cursed elf and bard by trade, Yunessa has just been thrust into the center of a mystery far greater than they know.
When they are appointed as the Commander of the Fifth Crusade they are forced to handle unfamiliar situations, terrifying foes, and all the mysteries that surround the World Wound. Accompanied by their companions, Yunessa finds that they too, have their own stories and goals intertwined with the Crusade.
As Yunessa tries to act with the best intentions, the mysteries that surround them threaten not only themself and that of their companions, but the fate of the Fifth Crusade itself. Can Yunessa manage to save themselves, their companions, and successfully take the Fifth Crusade to victory- or is Yunessa and the crusade doomed to a fate worse than death?
In Your Wake (Rogue Trader / Warhammer)
My future was better left to the stars, so what was I to do?
I promised an eternity of servitude,but now there's no one left to serve it to?
I should've been left for dead, before these orders become my doom.
Turned into them, now I grapple with their sin tax.
Forced to mimic their every routine, following all their syntax.
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"Deliver the case back to Nocturne of Oblivion." Those were the last orders the Rogue Trader's most loyal companion recalls when they wake up alone in a seemingly abandoned voidship. Allein finds more than one unexpected and unwelcome surprise when they leave it, including the realization that the Rogue Trader might be long dead. But if it is true the Rogue Trader is truly gone, then all that matters is following the last orders the Rogue Trader gave them.
"Deliver the case back to Nocturne of Oblivion." No matter the cost, right or wrong, or come what may it's all that matters.
like I mean this very seriously as writing advice. the character should experience events and make decisions that make them different at the end of the story. they should be changed. they do not have to be improved.
they can get worse. they can make decisions of an increasingly terrible nature. they can stop taking risks on kindness. they can discover how much they can get away with. they can find religion, or abandon it, with negative effects on their moral creed. the character has to develop. the character does not have to grow.
"He knew that on the day of his death he would see her face and he could hope to carry that beauty into the darkness with him, the last pagan on earth, singing softly upon his pallet in an unknown tongue."
Obsessed with the characters who stay light hearted and joyous but who have stolen it from the darkness. There is blood under their fingernails — there is pain under their eyes — there is hurt in their timeline and they have felt every blow. But they have refused to let it take their joy, their sun, their kindness, their heart. This. This is mine. This is the thing no one gets to touch. The people who are unbeatable simply because they will always look up from the ground with blood on their lip and a light in their eyes. And nothing can ever cut out the light in their chest. Nothing can touch their rebellious, boundless belief that the universe has a sense of humor. I stay silly, I stay open, I stay alive and alive and I lived when the whole world said otherwise. the dandelion in the pavement. The vine on the wall. I lived and I loved the inherent brokenness of a once whole thing and it was me, I was the thing that is whole no longer. I gave flowers to the darkness. I gave my soul to the light.
The smell of the place—sulfur and solvents, meat and metal—he knew to his bones. This was the alchemist’s lab he spent seventy-seven years in, dreaming of molten souls and pain.
Every fiber in his body tensed. The crevice in his chest wrenched. He reached to steady himself on the wall.
Because he’d stopped abruptly in the corridor, Seelah walked into him and almost knocked him down with the weight of her armor. At least it jarred him into breathing again.
“Sorry.” Her voice came muffled through her visor. “You all right?”
“This is the place.” He tried to hide the shaking of his hands by pretending to check his bow. “The stargazers were right.”
there’s something about becoming older where everything feels finite. summer isn’t endless, love isn’t eternal. you move homes, your favorite boots fall apart, your dog dies. everything feels consuming and beautiful when it is believed to be eternal. now it is all precious. everything. and there is a melancholy that comes with it.
Yunessa, Bard by trade and chaotic neutral disaster.
You can see my WOTR story here or check out my other WOTR art here
Check out @weatherbanefor their wonderful art! Billie is great to commission and I love seeing them. Check out their Bsky. I can’t recommend Billie enough.
I saw a suspiciously empty display in the museum and Allein has some strong opinions about it.
Screenshots below.
You can see my Rogue Trader story here or check out my other Rogue Trader art here
Check out @weatherbane3 for their wonderful art! Billie is great to commission and I love seeing them. Check out their Bsky. I can’t recommend Billie enough.
