#Deitra

[femaleviperpilots]

Lieutenant Deitra & Lieutenant Lena (My OC) by @jun-c

[a-myriad-of-stars]

Our sweet girls. Money well spent, and to the best cause: my sister’s health.

First of the commissions done~

For @a-myriad-of-stars -

the Da Dannan sisters

[a-myriad-of-stars]

A fine addition to my collection.

I realized I didn’t own ANY FNAF merch, so when I saw blind bag pins at hot topic a few weeks back, I grabbed four. I got Freddy, Roxy, Chica, and Sun. But I had to complete the collection, so I ordered Monty and moon second hand. Plus, sun and moon glow in the dark! I love them!

[volpestarks]

imperium (more #worldbuilding)

Always saw tevinter as a merging between Florence and Myanmar type cityscape

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Chapter 1: Proposal (Waiting for Heartbreak)

Are you ready for some fake dating???? Summary: When Essek's mother insists that it's time for him to marry, he thinks he's doomed to spend the remainder of his life in a loveless marriage. That is until Caleb volunteers to pretend to be his fiance until Essek can find another solution.

The green lights of Rosohna illuminate the streets, despite the darkness, it isn’t yet evening. As much as Essek Thelyss is fond of his homeland, it takes talent not to lose track of time in a perpetually dark city.

That is why he can’t say how long he’s been standing looking out at it. From his tower, he has a rather excellent view of the sprawling city, the tallest spires to the streets that run below. The man he used to be would stand here thinking of all the ways he would claw his way to the top. He would dream about one day living in the highest tower, for everyone to look up and know who he was. 

Now, older and wiser, the city is nothing spectacular. It is just as fucked up as every other city on Exandria. At least that’s what he thinks at this moment.

The reason for his melancholic thoughts is held in the letter held in his hand. Summons from his mother. When he first read it, dread filled his stomach like lead. 

Deitra Thelyss is a severe woman. There is no warmth in her message, just a command to her eldest son, bidding him to an audience with her. He reads over the words once again, just to be sure of the words. He is not mistaken. 

The reason for his mother’s summoning is unclear. She gives him no clue in the wording of the message. It could be den business, he tells himself. It could be as simple and boring as that. But a shrewd voice in his head reminds him that he is keeping many secrets. It is entirely plausible that she has found out about one, or all. 

This could be an ambush. He could be taking one step along the plank, putting his head in the noose. 

Essek swallows thickly and tucks the note away, pulling his mantle more firmly on his shoulders. The Shadowhand doesn’t need to fear his mother nor his den. The Shadowhand has no secrets to keep. 

Pushing his hair out of his face, Essek allows himself one more breath before floating down the stairs to the entrance of the tower. He doesn’t give himself time to second guess his actions before he opens the door and floats out onto the street.

When Essek enters the Umavi’s chambers, he finds her standing by the window. 

Deitra’s hands are held behind her back, a passive expression on her face. Her long white hair is pulled back in many traditional braids, some woven through with gems. She looks the same as she has every day of Essek’s life. An unchanging statue. Deitra is an imposing figure, her mantle only broadening her shoulders and adding to her height. 

Her chambers are pristine as always, not a thing is out of place. The room is dark, filled with dark leather furniture and deep blue curtains. Bookshelves line the back wall, ones he knows to be full of den documentation and business. 

“Umavi,” Essek greets, bowing to his mother, “I received your summons.”

Deitra turns to him, her expression not changing as she looks upon him. “Thank you for your promptness.” For as long as he can remember, his mother has spoken to him in this formal tone. Even as a child of only a few years, she spoke to him like any other member of their den. Affection has not once passed between the Thelyss family.

With a broad gesture, Deitra tells him to sit on one of the stiff chairs. He does as told, sitting properly before his mother. He expects her to sit as well, but she doesn’t. Instead she stands before him, towering above him. He feels far too much like a child this way, he’s certain that that is her intention.

Trying not to let his discomfort show, he says, “It is not often the Umavi requests my presence.”

Deitra nods, pacing slowly before him, “It has come to my attention that I have let something pass for far too long without intervention.” 

She knows, Essek thinks, she knows I’m a traitor. He has years of practice in disguising his emotions, his Shadowhand mask stays in place. “What is that, Umavi?”

“Your marital status.” For a moment Essek is dumbstruck. Of all the things that she could have said…why this? Why now? Before he can ask, she continues.

“There have been discussions among the dens as of late.” She folds her hands in front of her now. “Many children of those dens have been wed for several years and with children.” Essek is sure he’s going to vomit. “People are wondering why neither of my sons have found that yet, why they both remain unmarried.”

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[a-myriad-of-stars]

In 50 years, I’m not going to look at the wrinkles around my eyes, and think “damn, I should have smiled less”. I’m going to think about all the things that MADE me smile.

In 50 years, I’m not going to look at my freckles and think, “damn, I shouldn’t have been in the sun so much” (unless I have skin cancer). Im going to think of beautiful sunny days I spent with people I love, and how my eventual partner will love to kiss every freckle they see at any given opportunity.

In 50 years, I’m not going to look at the creases around my lips and think, “damn, I shouldn’t have used a straw”. Im going to think of milkshakes with my dad, and kisses on cheeks, and Thai tea with my best friend and Pho with my sister, and all the slurping, sipping, kissing things that brought me joy in my life.

Sure, I take care of my skin, but i don’t fear becoming grey and wizened. The folds, creases, and wrinkles I gain won’t remind me of how I’ll die.

They’ll remind me of how I lived.

“Straws give you wrinkles” “sunlight gives you age spots” “smiling with your eyes gives you laugh lines” okay but what if I did that. What if I drank Vanilla Coke from a bendy straw and danced in the sunlight and laughed with reckless abandon. What then. We all age we all get wrinkles we all grow old and dammit I will do it with the sun on my face and the joy of life at my back

[godanti]

castle-temp red wine (2/3)

Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alcohol Use, Past Parental Death Word count: 4,361 / 8,549 Part 5 of when the lights go out

“Ah, well, it’s more like I’m one of few people that Essek is willing to listen to during a race. I’m a much better mechanic.” Verin turns immediately to Essek for his response, and Deitra smiles discreetly as she sips champagne. “He’s selling himself short,” mutters Essek, “again.” “Is that so?” Verin seems content to egg him on. Caleb droops his shoulders and tries to sink into his seat. “Caleb is the best race engineer I have worked with in ten years. He had every circuit and strategy memorized backwards and forwards before he stepped into the garage thirty days before he was due. Nym, Sabal, and Kethan pale in comparison.”

Read the rest of chapter 2 on AO3

Read castle-temp red wine from the beginning

Read when the lights go out from the beginning

[kmackatie]

For the fic ask: 8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? for the breath before the phrase, and 6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics? for the space in between, please and thank you!

Thank you for the asks! 💜

(ask me a question about one of my fics)

8. Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? - for the breath before the phrase

Thinking back, there are definitely some people and events that inspired moments, even though none of them were a single copy/paste onto the fic. Caleb's teaching style is picked up from my favourite violin teacher (an incredible Hungarian woman who instilled a love of playing for playing's sake into me and without who, this fic would not exist), while elements of Essek's piano style comes from a theory teacher. I've spoken about as well how Ray Chen and Hilary Hanh's playing styles informed both Caleb and Essek too. The moment of yelling in the blackout was also inspired by my drama degree in university where we did a similar exercise to just release and let out tension. It really is worth doing if you can find a space and just go for it. But, from all of it, I think the most personal inspiration is Deitra, where there are many elements of my own fraught relationship with my mother through it. It was a very cathartic character for me to write and give Essek the reconciliation that was not possible for me. I had a journey I wanted to bring this character on and I think it was achieved.

6. What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics? - for the space in between

I think how I wrote it makes it different, and that I had a very specific vibe that I wanted to strike as a way of challenging myself. I finished the 170k slog of the musicians fic, and this fell out of my brain nearly entirely fully formed and in about two weeks. I had been toying with trying to write a sharper, more pointed Bren/Essek dynamic to see if I could and how I would approach that, as I felt it was something I couldn't really do. I still don't think I do it naturally, but I do want to explore and play in this space a little more.

[theludens]

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦

. . .

Born in 1997 amidst the tranquil ambiance of Ubud, Bali, he entered the world with the distinguished real name, Ida Bagus Dieric Bentala Parikesit, though he is also known by his other name, Dieric Benjamin. Raised in a devout Hindu family, he shares a deep connection to their Brahmana caste lineage, reflecting the rich cultural heritage and spiritual traditions of his ancestors.

Growing up alongside his older sister, Ida Ayu Deitrala Gerhana Anjani, affectionately known as Deitra Gertrude, he was immersed in a nurturing environment where family bonds were paramount. From an early age, his upbringing instilled values of warmth, respect, and dedication, traits that continue to shape his persona.

With roots firmly planted in Bali, a place revered for its art, culture, and spirituality, he developed a profound appreciation for the arts. This early passion paved the way for his career in acting, where he found his calling to portray diverse characters and narratives on screen.

His journey as an actor is a testament to his dedication and talent, bridging cultural traditions with contemporary storytelling. Drawing inspiration from the rich tapestry of his heritage, he strives to bring authenticity and depth to his roles, resonating with audiences both locally and globally.

Beyond his professional endeavors, he remains deeply connected to his family and community, finding strength in their unwavering support and guidance. Each step he takes in his career is imbued with gratitude for the upbringing and values instilled by his parents, who continue to be his pillars of strength.

[rhouvaline]

SACK OF BRIEF.

Jhenna Rhouvaline: The Fictional character made and written originally by ˙̲𝑑̲𝑒̲𝑡̲𝑡̲𝑎̲. As I, here, declares if Deitra and everything write down-below both in this page nor on twitter, have zero connection or making advantage upon name of the muse: 정수정.

NOTES ON WRITE.

⠀⠀ 作家 ⠀: . . . / Writing in Out Of Character.

 ˙̲𝑑̲𝑒̲𝑡̲𝑡̲𝑎̲  / Writer taking control on.

70% Bahasa / 20% English / 10% other languages

As this one write on, hopefully under her respect to not GODMODDING Jhenna. Feel free to discuss everything if you want to take her in every story line.

[femaleviperpilots]

Lieutenant Deitra & Lieutenant Lena commission by Ricky Victome and IG @rickvictomeb He also did an amazing job of putting them together.

[a-myriad-of-stars]

Yo! Go commission my sister!

She’s an incredible artist and has an amazing skill for bringing ideas to life!

Seriously though guys, my sister may need brain surgery. This will exponentially change her life for the better, and even I am commissioning her. Please please please, give her this chance of change.

I’ve never made a commission sheet before so this one is pretty messy, but basically just DM me with any concepts and we can discuss pricing. This is more just to give examples and a general idea of range.

I am ok with doing nsfw, but with the condition that it not be posted publicly and not for or depicting minors. I am also a trained tattoo artist so I can do tattoo concept arts, with the knowledge of what will and will not work as a good body art.

Sooo… yeah! :>

my Venmo is @Cipher-the-Sidhe and these are open for consideration

[a-myriad-of-stars]

Hanging out with the village grandparents.

I just Need to finish FGM’s quest line, and then I’ll be all finished with everyone! (Until Vanellope shows her ugly mug tomorrow 🙄)

I wish I wasn’t such a completionist with this game. I don’t like buzz and Woody’s houses in my village, and I know I’m not going to want her cotton candy monstrosity anywhere. If I wasn’t so invested in this save file, id start over and keep it to characters I actually like.

Lions? Fine. Whatever. They literally have a land dedicated to them. Gothel? I can finish her quest line and lock her in her tree. Same thing with Olaf, I’ll just hide him behind Anna’s house.

[volpestarks]

summoning

[vorteufate]

Kurz, um sie und alles andere kennenzulernen.

Deitra.