Star Wars, twi'lek supremacy, BG3, drow supremacy, TTRPGs, Spider-Woman fangirl and secret Sith || Queer Asexual || White Australian on Noongar land || she/they || Old enough to know better
Hello hello! I thought the current pinned post needed freshening up, so here we are. You may call me Defira, I'm a vaguely multi-fandom blog with a strong fixation on BG3 - I've been here since September 2023 and have no plans to leave any time soon
I fancy myself an artist and a writer, with my creative works found on tumblr under the tags #Defira draws and #Defira writes respectively
I have a deep love for crafting multi-OC canons for every fandom I join, so don't be surprised to see me blabbing about multiple names at once - if you can't keep up with who I'm talking about, please feel free to ask!
You can find all of my writing on AO3 and I'm also moderately active on Bluesky. I also have a Dreamwidth as a backup in case of catastrophic platform collapse. I won't post links to every single piece of writing on AO3 because I currently have 120 works uploaded with a total word count of 2.8 million, but I have written for Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Star Wars: The Old Republic, Baldur's Gate 3, Avengers (Comics), Stardew Valley, and a host of other fandoms where I've written one shots and short fics. I also blog a lot about Elder Scrolls Online, Critical Role, D20, and Rogue Trader, amongst others not already mentioned
I'm also the creator and head mod for @swordcoastsapphics
I have a Durgetash sideblog at @defirasvault and a currently not so active inspo side blog for my Dragon Age girls at @arcanistderangement
BG3 Main Canon
Keep Telling Me To Breathe - Durgetash, E, 213K. The tale of the rise and fall of Kassara Bhaal and Enver Gortash, inexplicably entwined and horrifically doomed. Two people, ostensibly villains, drawn together across the years and despite the forces aligned against them. They'll fight gods and their own sense of self preservation for each other, but will that be enough?
Read if you like tragedy with a happy ending, Durgetash drama, gods struggling with mortality, mortals struggling with gods, and a fat female Dark Urge who is canonically the hottest bitch in the Gate
A Heart As Cold As Ice - GalexTav, E, 238K (unfinished). The tale of the ruin of Gale Dekarios, and Ryme'dra Ulutar, a woman terrified of hope. Rhyme was once nothing more than a common labourer, content to live a small life before fate and gods intervened. Gale was once a wizard of cataclysmic potential, determined to live a life extraordinary before his pride sent him plummeting. She's tired of people dying for the crime of knowing her, and Gale wants nothing more than to know her
Read if you like... tragedy with a happy ending! Oodles of drow world-building, drow religion, drow politics, drow gender politics, and a messy, complicated drow woman with a literal heart of ice
BG3 OC Cast
Kassara Bhaal - The Dark Urge, the daughter of Bhaal, made from the gore of her dead siblings in the Blood Forge by Sarevok. Fat, albino, and sexy as hell, she's really good at getting people to drop their guard because all they see is such a pretty face. Twin sister to Heronus
Ryme'dra Ulutar - drow warlock, currently ensnared by Mephistopheles. Her past is long and complicated, and she served Lolth unwillingly as her Zedriniset (Lesser Chosen) for over a century before Mephistopheles trapped her and turned her body to ice.
Carmela Tavares - half-elf paladin of Torm, a voice for Justice and Truth and Honour above all else. She's a good six and a half foot tall and built like a brick shithouse. She hates all Banites on sight. She's determined to be the hero the world deserves. She accidentally fell in love with a vampire. Oops.
Heronus Bhaal - son of Bhaal, twin brother to Kassara. The emergency backup, in case the planned ritual to resurrect Bhaal using Kassara failed in anyway. Always the extra seat at the table, always forgotten, always left behind. Mute by choice, he communicates almost exclusively by sign language. Unlike his sister, he finds their amnesia to be a fresh start, and an opportunity to make himself into a better man
Violet Brightiron - a golden dwarf, a noble girl, Violet's family are one of the richest families in all of The Vast. She joined the Church of Torm out of a desire to do good in the world, but the horrors faced by the True Blade paladins might be a bit much for her gentle soul
Zhier - a githzerai monk, Zhier and their master were lying in wait to rendezvous with Kithrak Voss as part of the gith underground network of rebels, striving tirelessly to reunite their peoples and overthrow Vlaakith's tyranny. Zhier was instead captured by the nautiloid when the meeting site was ambushed and has to keep their cool around the world's most patriotic githyanki, one Lae'zel
Araja Thruum - a non-Tav OC, Araja is bard born to an orcish mother and a fire genasi father. Her mother is the Jewel of Volothamp, the high priestess of Sune in the city of Volothamp, Calimshan, and her beauty is renowned throughout the lands. Araja was intended for the priesthood as well, but instead took to the road as a bard, finding herself in Elturel only a few weeks prior to the events of Chains of Avernus. She then spent the next several months in Avernus with the rest of the civilians, and when Elturel returned to the Material Plane, she chose to journey with the tieflings who had been cast out of the city
Pendraca Halo - a non-Tav OC, Pendraca is a chaotic neutral bordering on opportunistic evil wizard, Penny is an ex-classmate of Gale's from when they were younger, and finds him truly insufferable. She is an incantatrix, a planeswalker, a dabbler in all things on the borders of magic, and it is to Penny that the party turns after the events of the game when Kassara desires to try and save Orin's soul from eternal torment at Bhaal's hands
SWTOR Main Canon
Love and Light in the Time of Zakuul - Multi, E, 864k words, 5 works
What if Prince Thexan hadnβt died trying to save his brother from self-destructing? What if Valkorionβs plans were meticulous and unending, layered one upon the other and tangled together and impossible to preempt? What if you had the chance to see the slow, crushing march of Zakuul across the galaxy, the alliances forged in their wake and the secrets dragged to light in the aftermath?
What if a conflict that began centuries ago was about to come to a head, and the descendants of Revan and Vitiate gathered to put an end to the greatest threat the galaxy has ever faced?
Book One features the evolving story of Jedi Battlemaster Ona'la, the greatest paradox in the Order- a woman acclaimed as their greatest warrior, who above all else sought to set aside her blade and hope for peace
Book Two features the rise of Zakuul, and the establishment of the underground rebellion that would become known as the Eternal Alliance
Book Three features the complicated story of Doctor Kol'aya Torr, a woman as intelligent as she is guarded, who hides a dark past as she finds herself drawn into the machinations of the Alliance and Zakuul
SWTOR OC Cast
This is not a comprehensive list of all OCs as I genuinely have over 50 active toons in game
Ona'la - a twi'lek Jedi master who survived childhood slavery and went on to become the Jedi Battlemaster, perfecting a number of defensive lightsaber forms and becoming renowned for her insistence on diplomacy before sabers at all costs. Married to Prince Thexan of Zakuul
Tahrin Dara - a genetically engineered sith warrior who was raised in a secretive facility by the Emperor's Hands until she was of an age suitable to attend the Sith Academy. Crafted from the DNA of Darth Revan and Emperor Vitiate, Tahrin is one of potentially dozens of cloned siblings, and upon learning of her heritage, chose to break away from the Empire and forge the Alliance to defeat Zakuul. She has children with Lieutenant Gabriel Pierce but they are not married
Vivaane Dara - Darth Revan. After the events of KOTOR1 and KOTOR2, she was indeed captured by the Emperor after Lord Scourge's betrayal and was eventually murdered after months of torture and experimentation. Her genetic material was preserved, and used to try and clone powerful, brainwashed warriors who possessed her level of Force ability while remaining completely loyal to Vitiate. She manifests as a Force Ghost during the events of SWTOR
Kallathe Jenzuska - the Sith Inquisitor and Darth Nox, pureblood sith. One of three sith apprentices who swore an oath to protect one another in the Academy (along with Bejah Amariha, Darth Occlus, and Kaltix Kallig, Darth Imperius) and ascended together. Kallathe is the Outlander, frozen in carbonite for five years on Zakuul, where Valkorion reveals that she is descended from the family line of his original body Tenebrae through her mother.
Kol'aya Torr - a non-Origin twi'lek OC, Kol technically plays as a Bounty Hunter back when the class structure meant she was specc'd as a medic. A survivor of child sex trafficking, an accomplished doctor and scholar, Kol'aya is singled out by Zakuul for her expertise in cybernetics, trying to abduct her to be Arcann's personal doctor. She is later recruited by the Alliance to help save his life and despite her best efforts, falls in love with him
Aranth'ess'anrokini - a Chiss scientist turned Imperial plant, Thessa joined Imperial Intelligence at the urging of the Ascendancy in order to assist with sharing biological warfare research but was quickly coopted into formal agent training by the Empire. A reluctant spy to begin with, Thessa is thoroughly traumatised by the events of the Agent storyline and despite her ongoing attempts to escape from her duties, slowly is promoted from Agent to Watcher One all the way to Minister for Intelligence
Ysaine Pierce - a happy-go-lucky bounty hunter and trans woman, Ysaine has a no-kill policy for her work and strives above all else to work with folks who need help saving kidnapped family or to go up against slavers and traffickers, even if the pay is non-existent. Her pacifist leanings are often tempted by the love of her life, Ysaine Pierce, the Mandalore
Ellaz Hervoz - former military lawyer before entering the service, Ellaz makes her way to being the leader of Havoc Squad, promoted numerous times in the field before the war with Zakuul. She is held prisoner by Zakuul for several months and the injuries from her torture force her to retire. She promptly resumes her legal career by becoming the Senate Representative for Corellia, and sets her eyes on becoming the Chancellor of the Republic
Asmi Adhi - the Barsenthor. A togruta jedi sage, Asmi and her twin brother were travelling with their master as young padawans during the war, and a freak accident left them stranded on a hostile jungle world after their shuttle was destroyed and their master killed. The months before they were rescued deeply scarred the twins, and Asmi is a quiet, reserved young woman with ongoing chronic health problems that are catastrophically elevated after taking on the weight of Barsenthor's duties. She is formally the Jedi attache to the Senate due to her health problems leaving her unfit for field duties
Kylaena Dawnstar - the Hero of the Rift Alliance. An up and coming darling of the Jedi world, Kylaena was broadly assumed to be the best candidate for Battlemaster before it was surprisingly given to Ona'la instead. Kylaena took over the Consular storyline canon from Act 2 and 3 after Asmi needed to step down. A child of war, Kylaena was born on war-torn Balmorra to a single mother and unknown father, and she still works to aid her mother's rebel network where she can
Other important OCs
Razieka al-Suturah - The Vestige from Elder Scrolls Online. Ex necromancer, secret Meridia project, married to Darien Gautier and Bastian Hallix. Currently trying to live a quiet life with her husbands and children while beating back every fucking Daedric Prince that comes knocking on her door
Elise Shepard - the N7 Commander, a soldier with zero bullshit tolerance. As a Hindu woman, she took very poorly to being resurrected against her will. She's married to Zaeed Massani and Steven Hackett
Yesmin Shepard - the OTHER N7 Commander, incredibly gay for Ashley Williams and incredibly allergic to asari mindmelding with hilarious results.
Elissa Cousland - the main Grey Warden of Origins, a fucking mess of a girl who makes enemies wherever she goes. Reverse engineered the process to give spirits their own physical body years ago with the aid of Rivaini seers and Avernus, ancient Grey Warden blood mage, as well as reverse engineering the process to remove the taint. Freed Justice from Anders and has been in a "don't label it" thing with Justice ever since
Josefina Hawke - prefers to go by Jo, she is a triple threat: asexual, aromantic and agender. Jo is Nevarran on Malcolm's side, and returned to Nevarra after the events of DA2 to hide with her paternal grandmother and the Veiled Brotherhood, the noble order her ancestors established centuries ago to study and defend the Veil and prevent catastrophe from being unleashed on Thedas
Corinne Trevelyan - a disinherited noble woman raised by gardeners on the Trevelyan estate, Corinne is a wild mage, that most dangerous of mages in Thedas. But more than that, she is something extraordinary - the heart of Thedas given human form, the last ditch effort by a planet suffering under the weight of the Blights and the Veil to defend itself.
Beren "Rook" Vestrius - Beren is an elven woman in her late 30s whose family is owned by the prominent Vestrius family in Minrathous. She works as the secretary and personal assistant of Lady Delilah Vestrius, the family head and Magister who heads the Imperial Chancery. Beren uses her connections to aid the Shadow Dragons in removing elven slaves from official records to aid in helping them escape from slavery. She resents that the Dragons are led so prominently by humans rather than elves or slaves.
Agila von Valancius - The Rogue Trader, the successful candidate from amongst four. Agila and her younger half-sister Sarita are from Reth, a pleasure world in the Calixis Sector, and are related to the de Caul ruling family through their father. The family's life was lived on the far side of the planet from the capital, and she grew up heavily sheltered and obscured from society in order to hide Saritaβs status as a Blank. Agila has a severe complex in believing her sister ruined her life, and thinks she finally has the respect and power she has deserved all along
Juana von ValanciusΒ - a priest, formerly of Maccabeus Quintus, Juana was the other forerunner for the position of Rogue Trader apart from Agila, and makes it her lifeβs mission to undermine her cousin at every opportunity. She swings between obsessively pious and wildly heretical from one breath to another. She refuses to wear gold, because the God Emperorβs sarcophagus is gold and that would be sacrilegious, but she dreams of being a saint and being worshipped. Oh, and sheβs fucking Marazhai
MarianaΒ von Valancius - formerly Lt. General Mariana Scipio-Grimald, Mariana previously served in the Maccabian Janissaries and was a devout and holy warrior who was privately incredibly disappointed to be reassigned to the Rogue Traderβs retinue, instead of continuing in her holy mission against the enemies of humanity. That lasted all of five minutes, until she met Yrliet, and underwent a soul-shattering crisis of faith when she fell instantly in love with the xenos
SaritaΒ von Valancius - the younger sister of the Rogue Trader, Sarita was the result of an affair by their mother with a Vessorine Janissary who passed on the mutation of the pariah-gene resulting in Sarita being born a Blank, or Psychic Null. The scandal ruined their family, and Agilaβs father had their mother killed, and records were forged to say the babe had died in childbirth. When Theodora learned of a potential Blank in the family line that she could command and exploit against Calcazar, she summoned both sisters to her side
If you read through all of that, you have no idea how much I love you
Anything gifted to me is usually tagged as #art for me but I wasn't fastidious about tagging in the early years, I've been trying to go back to correct this
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And thank you to @cafekitsune for the graphic headers
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A daily game that challenges our understanding of human cultures. Ten objects. 5,000 years of human history. Guess where and when each artif
An interesting game where you are presented with 10 artifacts from the MET. You have to place where the artifact is from and what time period it is from. Each artifact scores up to 10,000 points, and you lose points the further away your guess is and how far off in time you are. You can only play once a day. Thanks to @baebeylik for showing this to me.
Today I scored really well. Yesterday ... not so much.
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picking up late tags from @archduchessgortash and @onlytavs and unoreversed by @unovafarm @cursed-nyxan as well as WIP vp tags from @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @lucretiouswept @wasteful-sam and @alstromeri-a !
Thank you for thinking of me, lovelies π«Ά Consider yourself unoreverse tagged!
Free time is limited right now, so allow me to combine writing and VP WIPs.
(Presenting this as a VP WIP after being tagged by the goddess of VP herself is kind of ironic. I am aware.)
(This is a very early WIP stage)
We were drunk on mulled wine, laughter, and love.
Not merely intoxicated, but drunk in the deeper sense of the wordβso saturated with happiness that the world itself seemed softened around the edges. Life felt impossibly sweet then, rich with wonder and possibility, and I had the extraordinary privilege of sharing it with two people I loved beyond reason.
Looking back, I do not think I appreciated how rare such moments truly are.
We wandered through Waterdeep with no destination in mind, hands constantly finding one another, kisses stolen between conversations, a bottle of mead passed back and forth whenever one of us remembered we were carrying it. Around us, the city blazed with life. Lanterns hung above the streets like captured stars, music drifted from open tavern doors and merchants shouted over one another while children darted between crowds with sticky fingers and sugar-coated smiles.
And the smell.
Gods, the smell.
Only Waterdeep can somehow fit half the known world into a single street and make it fragrant. Roasted chestnuts and spiced apples mingled with evergold baklahva, monkey balls, niangao, grilled fish, candied nuts, fresh bread, snowbread, mulled wine, and a dozen other delicacies whose names I never learned because I was too busy eating them.
Lucia spotted something sweet being sold from a nearby stall and immediately declared it essential. Aron disagreed, or perhaps he merely wished to continue walking. I cannot remember. What I do remember is their good-natured argument beginning beside me while I laughed and surrendered Aron's hand.
The sensation arrived so suddenly it cut through wine and merriment alike. The hairs on the back of my neck rose, my smile faded and I stopped walking.
At first, I could not identify why. Only that something felt wrong. Not dangerous, not exactly, but familiar in the way old scars ache before rain.
I felt watched.
The sensation was unmistakableβas though someone's gaze had settled between my shoulder blades with enough weight to become physical. So immediate, so intense, that I turned before I consciously decided to do so.
The crowd moved around me in a blur of color and motion. Hundreds of faces, laughter, lanternlight swirled in music.
Yet my eyes passed over all of it.
Searching, seeking and finding. Across the street stood a small tent. Bright purple. Closed. Entirely unremarkable.
And yet the moment I saw it, something deep inside me tightened.
There was a pull. Not curiosity, not quite, but something stranger. Recognition without memory. A form of certainty without understanding.
I stared at the tent and felt the world around me recede. The music grew distant, the voices blurred and even Lucia and Aron seemed suddenly far away.
I vaguely remember one of them speaking to me, perhaps both. I recall myself nodding in response to something, agreeing automatically while my attention remained fixed entirely upon that impossible little tent, as I was already moving.
Crossing the street without thought, drawn forward by something I could neither name nor resist.
The tent stood waiting and before I could question my own actions, the entrance flap opened. Not by wind or a visible hands, it simply opened and I stepped inside.
The world vanished, the cacophony of sound and smell behind me fell away in an instant.
Cedarwood struck me first. Not the pleasant trace of it one finds in wardrobes or carved furniture, but something dense and overwhelming, thick enough to feel tangible. Then anise. Cinnamon. And smoke. And Incense. Dozens of scents layered atop one another until the air itself seemed alive.
I drew a breath and immediately regretted it.
The fragrance flooded my lungs so completely that my chest seized. My head spun, the floor shifting beneath my feet as though I had stepped onto the deck of a ship caught in rough waters. Hands settled on my shouldersβgentle, unexpectedly strongβand before I fully understood what was happening, I found myself guided into an impossibly soft chair.
The tent's interior was dimly lit, shadows dancing across richly colored fabrics that concealed every visible wall. Candles flickered from impossible corners, their flames strangely steady despite the absence of any obvious structure holding the tent upright. The scents lingered heavily in the air, bordering on suffocating.
"Good, good. Here you are, child."
The voice emerged from somewhere beyond the haze clouding my thoughts. Thinking had become unexpectedly difficult. Each thought felt slow, dragged through molasses.
"So kind of you to stop by. So very kind."
An old woman shuffled into view, leaning heavily upon a walking stick fashioned from twisted wood, its grain curling upon itself like frozen smoke. Her robe was surprisingly simpleβa plain purple garment devoid of embroidery, jewelry, or ornamentation. It contrasted sharply with the extravagant surroundings.
Her hair caught my attention immediately. Far too red. Not dyed red or vibrant red, but the sort of red that seemed fundamentally unwilling to acknowledge age.
She lowered herself into the chair opposite mine and before I could react, my hands were in hers. I never saw her reach for them. One moment they rested in my lap, the next, she was turning them over beneath the candlelight, tracing the lines of my palms with weathered fingers.
"What do youβ"
"Ah." The old woman cackled softly. "Ah, yes."
Her fingers stilled. A delighted smile spread across her faceβthe smile of someone finding exactly what they expected. It unsettled me more than anything else in that tent.
"Interesting."
"What is?"
"Something is coming." She tilted her head. "Not a person. A mind." Her thumb brushed across my palm. "There is a weight waiting for you. A very large one."
I laughed nervously. "I suspect that describes most people's futures."
"Oh, no." She sounded genuinely amused. "This one is different."
For the first time, she looked up. Her eyes were startlingly clear. Clear enough to make me wonder if she had ever truly been old at all.
"It will change the direction of your life," she added quietly. "And the lives of many others besides."
The smile faded slightly.
"I see difficult choices. The sort that leave scars regardless of which path is chosen."
Something cold settled in my stomach.
The old woman continued studying me. "Two influences." She frowned. "No. Not influences." Her eyes narrowed. "Two men, perhaps." The words sounded uncertain, as though she disliked them. "They are important." A pause. "Powerful in their own ways." Another pause. "And very different from one another. A man and an elf."
I swallowed. She seemed not to notice.
"Neither will walk your path for you. They cannot." Her grip tightened slightly around my hands. "But both will change it."
The silence stretched as she studied my hands.
Finally, the old woman released them.
"Be careful whom you allow to guide you, child."
I rubbed my palms automatically. "I thought you just said they couldn't."
A crooked smile returned to her face. "People have a remarkable talent for convincing themselves that their choices were entirely their own."
For a moment, neither of us spoke, my hands still caught in her grip.
"Neither of those men β nor your father β can choose for you," she laughed as if I had told the funniest story.
"Oh, but that is tomorrow's problem." She waved a dismissive hand. "Tonight is for mulled wine, bad decisions, and whatever handsome fools are currently wondering where you've wandered off to."
I blinked β and found myself outside.
The noise hit me first, music and laughter and the warm chaos of a city celebrating itself. Then the smells. Then Lucia's voice, sharp with relief, and Aron's somewhere close behind her, both of them calling my name through the crowd.
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I need a goddamn wikipedia for my own writing, this wouldn't be a problem if I didn't write such long fics but I'm trying to write the Netherbrain confrontation and I've been playing SUCH a long game with some of these story threads and I'm sweating buckets trying to make sure I haven't missed anything while also cross-referencing it against Kass' longfic to make sure I'm not contradicting what happened from HER perspective of the battle....
This is the last time I ever try to be tricksy and convoluted with my story threads, she said, like a liar
thanks to kitty emergency, I need quite a bit of help covering storage costs for this month as it's dipped me way below the Β£425 I need per month (almost Β£100 on this furry little menace)
if anyone CAN help, then it'd be quite appreciated and you can do so HERE.
Okay so I did end up finishing my Gale food blog last night, but now it's just a matter of finding time after work to cook the food before I can post the chapter AUGH
why must capitalism get in the way of what really matters, making food for a fandom themed comedy blog
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opened the comments on a post and tumblr somehow had a half written comment already autofilled from the last time I saw that post. which was at least two years and several computers ago. what does this site's back end look like