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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These two never fail to make me smile. I adore the Aric Jorgan romance on SWTOR. It isn't a traditional flowers and candles kind of thing, but Aric Jorgan is utterly devoted to his Trooper wife, and his loyalty and dedication are very romantic.
The original list of Non Sexual Intimacy prompts/asks
The Thunderclaps engines hummed loudly as the ship slipped through hyperspace. When Havoc Squad wasn't deployed in the field their commander and her XO tried to keep the squad on something resembling a normal sleep cycle. That would put the current time at around 02:00 hours.
Whether the squad's CO and XO actually kept a reasonable sleep schedule themselves was debatable.
Rosliand was curled up on the corner of one of the padded couches in the main cabin, her eyes fixed on the datapad, reading reports from various Republic war fronts. Her XO and husband, Captain Aric Jorgan, sat beside her, his eyes fixed on his own datapad going over the squad's recent deployments and analyzing their tactics to see where they could improve. Dorne, who did everything by the book, precisely and overworked herself most of the time had accused both of them of being workaholics.
Force she was tired, but Rosiland needed to read a couple more reports before she and Aric went to bed. As a special forces squad, they never knew where they were going to be sent next. She leaned a little more to the right, half resting her head on Aric's shoulder as she scrolled through the current report. Aric absently shifted his data pad to his other hand and slid the arm closest to her around her waist. He leaned sideways so that his head rested on the crown of hers.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Lieutenant Elara Dorne wandered into the main cabin after finishing her infirmary inventory. She was greeted by the sight of Major Jorgan and Captain Jorgan leaning against each other on the couch, data pads half falling from their hands, both officers fast asleep. Elara shook her head lightly and grabbed a blanket from a nearby cabinet to put over them.
"Heh, falling asleep on the job," the grating voice of Specialist Tano Vik said from behind her.
Elara ignored him, spreading the blanket over the Jorgans.
"So did the Major get visited by the CDS before or after you joined the squad?" Vik drawled, smirking as he watched the sleeping officers.
Elara shot him a steely glare. "The CDS? What do you mean, Specialist?"
"Come on, you have to have heard of it," Vik snorted. "You know, the CDS, the Cat Distribution System. It's how the universe distributes felines. I mean, usually its Tookas, but a Cathar's feline, so the Captain's got to count, right?"
"I suggest, Specialist Vik, that you never mention this ridiculous idea to either Major Jorgan or Captain Jorgan, ever. Captain Jorgan is not a tooka, he is a Cathar, a feline humanoid species origininating from the planet of Cathar and-"
Vik rolled his eyes, "Yeah yea, planet, blah blah blah. Fine, I won't mention it." He turned and muttered as he walked away, "No one in this squad knows how to take a kriffing joke."
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Let's have it a little more difficult, the throuple!
Thank you!
From Non Sexual Acts of Intimacy
You um....asked for the three idiots who are always fucking so it's slightly NSFW? Maybe? Anyway below the cut
The scene tonight had been particularly intense. It had been Ronnie's turn to choose. And after careful negotiations on limits and safety nets- he and his cousin had begun their hunt.
'Primal play' had been a new word in Lydia's dictionary, but after this round he knew she wouldn't easily forget it. The high was like no other, feeding that part of his brain that still craved something wild and untamed. It scratched that part of him that bordered on violence, though Riley was there to keep him in check from the darkest of his tendencies.
But riding such ecstacy came with a price, a drop felt in all three as they carried their angel towards the bath they had run. The water was warm enough to soothe the worst of their aches- a balm to the soul after leaving them so raw and exposed.
Lydia's back lay against Ronnie's broad chest gentle waves lapped bare skin, caged in the comfort of arms that had turned from steel to softest down with the shift of her needs. Here she was safe. Here she was loved. And he would never let her forget that as Riley stepped out of the shadows with a low rumble of content.
Neither cousin needed to speak, a conversation happening in that quite silence as her favorite shampoo was passed between them. This was for her and her alone, a time to tender to their angel as calloused hands poured water and worked lather into strands. They watched as the tension in her eased, corded muscles relaxing as full lips parted in the quietest of sighs.
And while Ronnie had enjoyed their earlier fun, the satisfaction from this brought him a different soft of pleasure. One that was simpler, but no less fulfilling.
Davrin stared down at the rug in the center of their living room. Assan was stretched out on the floor, his blue eyes bright as he allowed an elven toddler that Davrin had never seen before climb all over him.
Rook stood watching them with a soft smile on his face. He glanced up at Davrin as the Warden closed the door. "Hello, Love, how was your day?"
"Fine," Davrin replied, eyes flickering back and forth between Rook, the toddler, and Assan. "Rook, why is there a baby in our living room?"
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Immediate Post DATV after the Veilguard descends from the Archon's Palace
No one knew where Rook had gone. Neve figured the rogue had to be somewhere nearby. She must have slipped away to find a quiet spot to take a few moments to herself. Still, she wanted to find her Trouble. While they'd lost a lot getting here, they'd finally won, and that was worth celebrating.
She made her way through the throng of celebrating allies, eyes searching.
"Ah, Neve, you are looking for Rook?" It was Illario, his eyes knowing.
"Illario," Neve greeted him. She still wasn't entirely fond of Lucanis's cousin after what he'd done, but she could be civil. "Yes, I'm looking for Rook. Have you seen her."
Illario gave her an uncharacteristically somber look and nodded, then pointed down a nearby hall. "She's with other Wardens," he advised.
Neve frowned, following his direction. At the second door she could hear a soft murmuring of voices, one she was certain sounded like Rook. She knocked lightly on the door. "Rook?"
The only answer she heard was something like a strangled sob. She threw the door open.
In one corner of the room, she saw Rook, still in her armor, with her head buried in her sister Sunshine's shoulder. Sunshine looked exhausted, tears streaking down her face as she held Rook. A man in Warden mage armor and graying blonde hair had his arms wrapped around both women, expression tight with grief.
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Lucanis counts the days since he and Spite last saw Rook. There are a lot of breakdowns but a lot of healing. Lucanis shows Viago a truth he didn't dare hope for and Viago gives Lucanis a gift in exchange. Illario asks to never be left behind, and Bellara has the idea of a decoy dagger.
Chapter Excerpt:
It was just before dawn. Assan and Illario had pushed him out of bed, so he had retreated to the comfort of the kitchen. He was midway through preparing the breakfast ingredients when Viago walked through the door.
It was the first time Lucanis found himself alone with Viago during the Talon’s stay in the Lighthouse. He knew it wasn’t anything personal; Viago avoided everyone except Emmrich. Conversation was short, with Viago obviously distracted but not so distracted that he didn’t test all the ingredients he had set out.
Once given clearance to do so, he cooked and set a plate of eggs in front of Viago. He hadn’t consumed enough coffee to watch Viago test the finished product made with the tested ingredients.
He was halfway back to the kitchen when Viago spoke. “You and Gemma.”
“UH OH.”
Returning to the table, he sat across from Viago and sipped at his coffee to hide the anxiety the words had brought to him and Spite. He had known Viago for so long and they had been almost friends, something he hadn’t had before this before this contract. Once, he had even thought himself feeling a connection to Viago, but after sending a gift that was not well received, he had not pursued it, and it faded.
“DOES ROOK. KNOW THAT?”
He sighed inwardly. He was going to have to watch the Rook Book and the Neve Notes to avoid that though coming out.
Viago continued. “At first, I approved because I knew it would keep her in Treviso. If she wasn’t going to stay for me, at least she’d still be at home.” He remained focused on the plate of food. “But now, because of this, this horrible thing that has happened, I realize you truly do love her.”
Mierda, how could he be expected to hold himself together against this? Tears fell down his cheeks. “She is my everything. Truly. Forever.” Rook would want him to stay strong, to tell Viago the truth. “Viago, she was going to stay in Treviso, even before us.”
“How do you know?”
How did Viago not know? He was at a loss as to where to start.
“NEED TO SHOW HIM.”
Spite was right. To Viago, he said, “Meet me at the eluvian in an hour.”
“Why?”
“You need to see the explanation to believe it.”
“Why not now?”
“One, we're going to Treviso, and you can't go like that.” Viago was dressed down again, his hair in waves, but he looked and smelled clean. “Two, you should eat those eggs. Three, I have pastries in the oven.”
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Anyone who's scrolled my Tumblr enough would know I have kids. Four of them. Ages ranging from not-quite-preteen to now-a-college-student. All girls. All fun in their own ways.
Today, I want to show off something Kid#2 made for me (at my request, but still).
A while back (last October, to be exact), I saw this post about a crocheted Lucanis plush. I reblogged it, and I also went and bought the pattern and immediately worked out a deal with Kid#2 because she crochets and I don't. I'd supply the pattern and the yarn, and I'd pay her for her labor, and she'd make me the plush.
It's done now (been done for a hot minute but I've been busy with other things), and I'm showing it off.
Look at this gentleman!
More photos and some chat about the project under the cut:
One interesting thing about this project: my daughter had to do some improvisation in places, because apparently she crochets differently between "in the round" and "line-by-line" or whatever it is. Basically, when she was crocheting non-rounds (the vest, for instance, or the beard), the final size matched the pattern. When she had to crochet in the round (limbs, head), her end product came out bigger than the pattern.
This meant when she first finished the head, it was way too large. She had to redo it at least twice, using her self-taught skills to figure out how to shrink it to the correct relative size to the body. This also meant the body was too tall for the vest, and she had to lengthen that. Luckily she got the hair to fit.
It was fun watching her work on it, though, because of a few silly things. For starters, when she did have the head the way she wanted, she showed me the inside of it, and we both agreed it looked like a demented Muppet:
You're welcome.
Lucanis also went through an emo phase and a "very pretty" phase while his hair was being attached:
Because the pattern basically crochets an octopus and then stitches down all the tentacles to give him his hair.
But my favorite feature of the plush? Before she finished the head, I suggested we take a bundle of purple yarn scraps and stuff them inside with the polyfil, because Spite.
So no one will ever actually see this outside of this photo because it's closed up inside there now, but this Lucanis has a little Spite in him.
And then I took some fun photos with him at my desk, where he now lives.
The finished doll, against a wallpaper of Treviso on my computer (just like the first photo I posted):
Riding on my official mabari plush, Mordin:
(still the Treviso wallpaper)
And with the other plushes that normally live on my desk, for something of a size comparison against the Squishmallows:
Lucanis is about 10.5 inches tall.
Mad props to my daughter for making this for me, despite its challenges! (We're still not sure why the rounds came out wildly different from the pattern while the non-rounds didn't, but it is what it is. I guess if anyone who sees this crochets, you can theorize what happened in the comments.)
Tag list just because I'm a proud mom who wants to show off her kid's stuff.
Scout Lace Harding was NOT murdering people left and right with a satisfied smirk on her face in her first scene ever and learning both how to fight and making herself as helpful and resourceful as possible because she was a little dwarven girl growing up around human boys and very possibly tracking down and killing a lyrium-addicted Cullen in the streets (and thinking of it as a merciful act) AND carrying one of the strongest parts of veilguard on her back with her arc being all about her rage and how she wants to grapple with it for you all to relegate her to the safe and dull nice girl love interest 🫵 START PONDERING
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pros of having a favorite character youve liked for over a decade: character brings you joy and excitement
cons of having a favorite character youve liked for over a decade: they have become a permanent part of your internal monologue and you cant get them to go away
