12/1/25 - Username on AO3 changed from Serstolas to NecromanticSoul
Tracking current WIP on this Google doc
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My "canon" DA characters
Melinoe Tabris
Marian Hawke
Zubin Adaar
Athos Ingellvar
Crossroads Island AU Rooks (Crossroads Island Master post from hedwigoprah)
Athos (Bio, Aesthetic, Inspiration)
Tempest (Bio, Aesthetic)
Other Dragon Age OCs Doc
SWTOR
Dash'iell, Cipher 9 - Imp agent
Mieczyslawa - Smuggler
Darth Jasnak x Theron Shan - Sith Inquisitor
Kandakke x Torian Cadera - Bounty Hunterl
The Astor Legacy
Ina’mel’astor (Amelas) - Knight Ina’gintar’astor (Agintaras) - Smuggler
Ina’spiro’astor (Aspiroas) - Counsular
Ina’zill’astor (Azillas) - Imp agent
comission of the 4 Chiss siblings together by @kogarashi-art
Other SWTOR OCs Doc
World Of Warcraft Mains
Astaryal Embersoul - BE Warlock
Aldora - Haranir Druid
Gizella Veilsong - VE Demon Hunter
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Hemlock and water of the river for his crown, steel and serpents as his blades, with passion vine and a murder of crows as his armor, dressed in shadowed blue and regal purple.
Based on the King of Spades card.
Notes: Updated to include an alternate version. The original imitates the coloration style of most traditional playing cards. In the second card, I've created an alternate version, with skin and hair colors taken from unmodded screenshots, and then slightly darkened to match the overall tone of the card.
Rook is still in the Fade prison. She's going to be there for a while.
Full chapter on AO3 here.
Chapter Summary:
In Chapter 12, Illario and Spite successfully pulled Lucanis out of his mind and Illario passes the POV back to Lucanis. (Grudgingly.)
Lucanis is now back with the team and they are all hurting. Manfred passes out death letters from Rook, which Lucanis and Spite refuse to read. Illario comes up with an idea and secrets are revealed.
Chapter Excerpt:
“There are still a lot of leftovers,” Bellara said gently. “We can buy more ingredients and send food around again if you need to cook.”
Lucanis wasn't sure if it would help. The leftover cacio de pepe that reminded him of Rook had tasted like nothing but renewed some strength. “I don't know what to do with myself,” he said. “I'm not tired. I've done nothing for three days.”
Bellara looked tired, sad, and worried. “When everyone is back, we'll make a plan.”
“AND SIX BACKUP. PLANS.”
The words struck a sharp pain through his chest.
Illario strolled into the dining hall, holding something in his hand. “Cousin, remember when you left for that special training in Antiva City?”
He frowned at him, wondering where this was going. “Which time?”
“The first time.”
He had been thirteen, Illario twelve. It had been the first time apart since the death of their parents. The weeks-long training had been brutal and exhausting and without Illario, he had been miserable and alone. “Yes, why?”
“Do you remember what you told me to do before you left?”
“No.”
“We agreed to write down our days, so when you returned, we could switch journals and know what had happened while we were apart.” Illario frowned. “You forgot.”
“I did not forget,” he protested, remembering it now. “I was not given the time.” He could barely hold a pen or keep himself awake for the few hours he was allowed to sleep during the training.
“I did it. Every day. Multiple times a day.” He set a journal down on the table and pushed it towards him. “It made me feel like you were there with me the whole time. Like I hadn’t been left alone, stuck in my normal routine, while you were off doing exciting things.”
“Exciting things? It was grueling and—” He broke off and opened the journal. It was blank. Realization crashed through him. “For me?”
“For all of us. Tell her what’s happening.”
“WRITE TO ROOK?”
“Let it keep you sane,” he said.
“That’s a really great idea, Illario,” Bellara said.
And here's a preview of the Rook Book - entries by Lucanis, Illario, and Taash.
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Bane of cruel men, her wit cuts almost as sharp as her daggers. Beauty and grace with a resolve as adamant as the hardest of steel, she outshines diamonds.
Based on the Queen of Spades card, companion to the King of Crows.
Notes: I've included two versions. The original imitates the coloration style of most traditional playing cards. In the second card, I've created an alternate version, with skin and hair colors taken from unmodded screenshots, and then slightly darkened to match the overall tone of the card.
(And yes, I've got an alternate version for the King of Crows as well, which will get posted a little later 🖤)
Merrill is alone.
Marethari made sure the clan held no home for her. Hawke made his distance clear, and his friends followed suit.
Only the demon to keep her company in Kirkwall, her days and nights are consumed with her mission.
And if a wolf stalks her dreams?
It's nothing. She made a promise to herself, and she will pay the price of what it costs.
Amazing art made by @elefluff
This was my first time doing a big bang and I had a lovely time so thank you to everyone who support me through out
I don't normally do this but I'm going to make a rare exception of using the tag list to promote my own work as I have spent the last three months doing nothing but this fic.
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happy pride! remember that being a transgender is everything but fiction. there are so many real historical figures from every century about whose transgenderism we aren't even aware of
on this picture i drew Alexandr Andreevich Alexandrov - cavalry officer of the russian imperial army that participated in napoleonic wars. people persistently keep on misgendering mispronounsing deadnaming and calling him a crossdresser although alexandrov clearly stated that he didn't want to be called by his deadname and being treated like anything but a man. that's an interesting historical figure and i wanted to draw attention to his person. i can't tell everything about him in only one post so i recomend you to read about alexandrov by yourself
also be proud of yourself and remember that you're valid! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
I am just. So completely and utterly insane about Rea and Nymh's friendship. A Sith and a Jedi who have each become completely disillusioned with their respective sides and therefore understand each other like no one else can.
Having to work with each other during the fight against Revan and his cultists was eye-opening for both of them. Nymh showed Rea that Jedi can be pragmatic instead of dogmatic, and that they aren't all emotionless automatons like Rea has been taught. Rea showed Nymh that Sith can be honourable, merciful, and reasonable - she even risked her life to save Nymh at one point. That whole experience changed something on a very fundamental level for both of them. So when Rea ended up in carbonite on Zakuul, Nymh left her crew and the Jedi Order and her whole life behind to join Lana in her efforts to rescue Rea, because she couldn't live with the idea of not trying, not after Rea saved her life. Leading the Alliance together gives them both what they wanted the most - a home and a purpose outside of the neverending Republic vs Empire conflict.
Each one of them is really the only one who understands how the other feels about being one of the most renowned warriors in their entire faction, yet being so disgusted by that faction's failures that they really can't stomach going back. Each of them understands like almost nobody else can what being used and abused by the Emperor can do to a person, how intoxicating it is to wield his power, how easy it is to be seduced by it and let it turn you into a monster. Each of them feels deeply conflicted about their place in the galaxy, and having somebody else who feels lost in the exact same way is so deeply meaningful to them both.
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Oooo bad things happen prompts....
How about "You're safe now" for Xaja and Theron (of course xD)
Prompt: "You're Safe Now"
Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic
Tags: Theron/F!Jedi Knight, Lana Beniko, claustrophobia, buried alive, Legacy of the Sith spoilers, 7.9 spoilers, Force healing, did I mention spoilers?
Rating: T
@badthingshappenbingo
Malgus had escaped yet again. Xaja felt the bite of failure in her objective to stop the rogue Sith, as much as she felt the pressure of stone blocks pinning her to the ground. The bombardment of Naga Sadow's fortress had been an unwelcome addition to her efforts to stop Malgus, Jadus, and the Hidden Chain.
Malgus was gone. Jadus had escaped. And the Hidden Chain… well, at least one objective had been accomplished, even if at the cost of Shae's life. Heta Kol would never be a problem again.
Swearing under her breath, Xaja tried to use the Force to lift the stone block she was trapped under. She was lucky that she hadn't been crushed; the ceiling block was held up by other rubble, trapping the Jedi in a space small enough that she couldn't move more than a few inches. She bit back her panic at being in a tight, dark, enclosed space, and struggled to lift the block over her again.
But even with the Force, it was too heavy, and she couldn't budge it a centimetre. Trying to not think about how much air she had left in her little tomb, Xaja slumped back on the ground and reached out with the Force. Her mind cast out, looking for friendly signatures. Jekiah and Rass must have escaped, potentially with Shae's body – she couldn't sense either Mandalorian nearby, and didn't want to entertain the thought of either man dying. For a moment, she couldn't sense her brothers, or Theron, or Lana, and that made the panic come back in force. If they'd been killed by the Republic's bombardment of the site –
No, wait. She could feel familiar presences approaching, and recognised the grey bond in her mind that connected her to Lana. Her Sith advisor had survived and was on her way – she must have received the distress signal Xaja had sent over comms. The Jedi relaxed slightly, looking up in the pitch-black darkness of her rubble pile. Help was coming.
Dust suddenly fell onto her face, making her nose twitch. She grimaced, then suddenly felt fresh air on her face as one of the blocks on top of her was removed. “Xaja!” she heard Theron's frantic voice shout. “Come on, don't do this to me…”
“I'm here!” Xaja shouted back, coughing as she inhaled a lungful of dust. She started squirming, trying to get free of the rubble.
Another block was lifted away with the Force; footsteps approached at a run; and Theron appeared in Xaja's line of vision. He looked dusty and weary, with a new blaster burn in his jacket and a nasty scrape under his right eye. But he seemed hale as he dropped to his knees beside Xaja and all but hauled her upright. “I've got you,” he whispered as he held her closely. “You're safe now. Force, how bad are you hurt?”
Xaja managed to throw her arm around Theron's neck, her other hand reaching to grab his jacket. “Bruises and a headache,” she answered. Jadus’ mind trap had been migraine-inducing. “And I just hurt everywhere. Are you okay?”
“Fine. I'm fine.” Theron squeezed Xaja a little tighter, loosening his grip only when she hissed in discomfort. “Think you've got more than ‘bruises and a headache’ going on... Lana!”
Another piece of rubble was picked up and set away. “One moment,” Lana answered as she picked her way up to the newly-freed Jedi. Molten gold eyes scanned the smaller woman's body as their owner frowned. “You're lucky you're not dead, Xaja,” she said as she reached out with the Force. “Cracked ribs, fractured shin, concussion…”
“Oh.” Xaja made a face as she felt Lana healing her. “We've got bigger problems than my non-lethal injuries. Jadus and Malgus both escaped, Malgus was able to activate Nul's machine, and Shae… she's dead. So is Heta Kol.”
“We knew about Shae,” Lana quietly said as she and Theron helped Xaja to her feet. “Rass reached us on the comms.”
“And Rava is a dead man for bombarding us,” Theron muttered. He pulled Xaja's arm over his shoulders and wrapped his own arm around her waist. “Can you walk if I help you?”
Xaja nodded and let Theron help her out of the rubble. “When we find Malgus,” she muttered, “I'm going to–” She hissed as she put her weight on her right leg. Apparently that was the leg she'd broken, and was still tender from Lana's healing. “I'm going to make him wish he'd been eaten by something big and scary. And when we find Jadus, I'm going to let my dad skin him alive.”
“Your father will be delighted with that prospect,” Lana agreed. “Come, let's get you out of here. Your brothers are helping the surviving Mandalorians get back to their ships, and they'll be relieved to see you alive and hale.”
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obsessed with the implication of this banter being that Davrin imagined Lucanis coming to him in the night. someone please teach them to be normal about each other