#Elera

[overboss]

your honour she is the cutest

[sky-scribbles]

Clown makeup on, I'm descending into the Dragon Age pit again. So in preparation for Veilguard, I'm going to reintroduce my OCs thus far. (Thank you to @dalishious for the template!)

So here's Elera. She's visually impaired and uses her spirit magic as a mobility aid, allowing her to get a sense of her surroundings in a limited range. Yes, I came up with a narrative explanation for the D:AI search function.

[uriangerswife]

Making ref sheets for the avakids. Hopefully I finish before DT lmao.

[renegademolecules]

Haha oops. Even though they haven't kissed yet it doesn't stop me from coming up with ideas about it. Just a sketch because I needed it out of my mind and on some record before I exploded and bother my RP partner more with kiss ideas.

Inquisitor Cadash x Survivor Levallan :P

[choccy-zefirka]

@sky-scribbles​

[evangeline444]

4, 7, 11 for Lark

4. A letter from your OC to their love interest

[A letter found tucked into Melittas bedroll. It smells of fresh herbs and contains a pouch of healing salves and a single white falcon feather speckled with black.]

My love,

I hope this letter reaches you safely as I was unsure of where to send it until I wrote to Rion inquiring about your whereabouts. As frustrated as I am that I have not heard from you in so long, I am proud of the work you have been doing. I must remind you however that you do not often travel with a healer and as skilled as you are in magic, you are far from mastering healing. And if I know you—which I do—I know that you have been neglecting to care for your body properly so I have enclosed a few herbs and a poultice that should help with low Iron levels.

I ask that you write me back soon, I tire of hearing second hand of your adventures and I tire more so of having to hunt you down to find out how you are doing. I will not hesitate to ask that Rion keeps tabs on you if I must.

I do hope you are enjoying yourself, though I worry for you often. I have been kept incredibly busy between handling the transition of the Mage Rebellion and helping the Inquisitor. And of course there is no shortage of people in need of healing.

I understand we may see each other soon due to the Exalted Council. I would like to have a moment alone with you and Sammael if possible. I am considering joining Sammael as he travels with the Chargers for a bit, I feel I have been neglecting my skills as a battlemage for too long. I can only hope that I can still keep uo with them in my old age. Perhaps if you are agreeable to it you could join us as well, I have missed traveling with you and Sammael dearly.

Eljin seems to like the idea of seeing you again. She is perched at the head of my desk, pecking at my pen, She misses you and Sammael—though not as much as I of course,

Please write to me soon, I miss you (fiery temper and all) Until next we meet, for the love of the maker stay safe.

All my Heart,

Lark

7. Someone describing a time your OC hurt them

[A letter written by an unknown templar in Hasmal circle]

Don’t be a fool. The healer is a threat to us all. You were not there when he killed both the knight enchanter and one of the other templar recruits. He was wild with rage. He tore through our ranks like we were little more than toy soldiers. Nothing and no one could stop him. I was foolish to have believed I could stand against him simply because he was a healer. The scars littering my body and the near constant ache in my sword arm will remind me of that mistake for as long as I live. Keep that in mind before you consider joining the Knight Commander’s fools errand to hunt him down. I say just let him go, it will do us no good to die chasing him down.

11. Your OC’s description of their game’s events

[An entry from a journal found on Senior Enchanter Orricks desk in the infirmary.]

My dearest Nyra,

It has been some time since I last managed to write to you. Much has happened in the last few weeks. Truth be told I have had scarcely a moment to myself to think too much on what has transpired.

Haven is gone. Templars dawning red lyrium stormed our gates and overwhelmed us. The Herald--or rather the Inquisitor-- he risked his life to save everyone and nearly died in the process.

He is so young, Nyra. Only a few years older than little Elera would have been. He reminds me of her often. I think they would have gotten along and you would have adored him.

He is healing slowly but his duties never cease. It is clear to me he is exhausted and over worked. I only wish someone would listen when I attempt to impress upon them how important a smooth recovery is for him. But they all seem content to demand the world of a boy far too young to carry so much on his shoulders.

He already carries such guilt for the lives we lost at Haven. And I cannot deny that I too feel such guilt. We lost many in the encounter and we lose more each day due to insufficient space and lack of proper supplies. Even my healing can only do so much when I do not have the time to replenish my mana.

I have taken to sleeping in the infirmary they have set up for me and my patients. It is little more than a broom closet but I suppose it is better than nothing, at least for now. I struggle to sleep in a proper bed when I do not have you at my side and the need for a healer seems to be constant so it works best for all parties if I remain near.

[The entry stops abruptly as if the writers focus was pulled away and he simply forgot to continue]

Also including some other codexs a wrote a while back for funsies, mostly involving the circle Lark comes from in the Free Marches.

[I had heard about the Rebellion of Hasmal’s circle. I’m told it was a brutal stand off between the vigilant Templars and the rebelling mages. The Knight Commander of CoveaHold lost several good men in the battle and was severely injured, nearly losing his own life in the confrontation. By the time the rebellion was put down even the First Enchanter had been killed in the struggle, by a fellow mage no less. Supposedly the one who led the rebellion was a Senior Enchanter, the Healer of Coveahold. It is hard to believe a healer would easily kill so many, though of course what can be expected of a mage. -statement from an unnamed man in Hasmal village, 9:33 Dragon]

[It is said that Hasmal’s circle is one of the lucky ones. Perhaps this was true at one time, now it is a rotting dying thing. The mages here know it only as CaveaHold. I hear the people of the Free Marches call it the Bird Cage of Hasmal. Perhaps they are right. We mages are nothing more than pretty songbirds with clipped wings here. We sit in this crumbling tower, this dying tower, waiting for what? There is nothing waiting for us here. Our only hope… my only hope is to die so they may never clip my wings -a journal entry from an unnamed mage, 9:22 Dragon]

[elerasrp]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❛⠀ 𝑨𝑫 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑹𝑨⠀ ⸺⠀ 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠⠀ ❜

explain what the group is here maybe for about 2 lines to make it look ultra swaggyfied. we accept on a rolling basis.

current member count : 002 open skeletons available : 001 open oc slots available : 005

PLOT - OPEN SKELETONS - FULL NAVITATION - RULES

[niriaveil]

local dalish inquisitor that drinks all your pepsi and calls you a bitch

[attanos]

having a staring contest with dai besties and its not looking good for me

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

hey, hey

@animatronic-assistant and @escapetheslaughter

Mal torturing Elera's Moon >:D

And maybe taking over his body

[overboss]

elera🌿

[animatronic-assistant]

[Hyades gently nudges Elera with one of his knuckles, making sure everything has been correctly repaired]

"hello? Are you okay now?"

[his voice rumbles despite being at a lower pitch, pitch being lower than Mal's traditionally but not as much as a reverb effect to it]

-@malwaresilly

Elara's eyes snapped open and she made a gasping noise as she looks around frantically.

No more, please! Hurts! It hurts!

[queersrus]

astronomy witch theme

(nick)names:

astra, astro, astre, astera, astel/astelle, astella, ariel, aura, aurora, aurore, aure, aurelie/auralie, auralia/aurelia, atlas, aristar, aries, altair, astreaus, aether, apollo, apolla, artemis bila, boreals, boreal comet, cosma, cosmic, cosmo, celest/celeste, celestia, celestio, callisto, calypso, Cassiopeia, claudius, caelum, caelus, cassio dusk, dawn estel/estell/estelle, estella, elera, elio, esther, eclipse, eclipsa, eclipso, eostre, eos galaxy, galactica, galactico, galactix, galactic, galacta, galaxius hecate/hekate, helios, hemera, hera iris, ira juno, jupiter, janus kepler, keyra/kayra lune, luna/loona, lunar, luno, lunette, lyra moon, moona, mars/marz, miranda, meno nova, nix/nyx, nox, nuit pandora, pallas, pulsar, pollux rhea stel/stell/stelle, stella, steller/stellar, star, stella, stary/starie, sol, soleil, solar, solette, solina, solana, solace, solstice tian vesper, vega xian zorya

surnames:

astra, ayla, airy, array, aquila, antlia estrela/estrella, eddington, eridanus kepler, kuiper herschel, halley, hale, hypatia, hevelius drake starcatcher, starwatch, stargaze(r), starlight, scorpius, spellman Cassiopeia orion ursa delphi, delphius pictor fortune le fay/fe/faye nightingale, nighwatch, nightmoon moon brightmoon gloom, gloam

titles:

the witch of the stars, the witch who studies the stars, the star watch, the astronomer, the witch, the astronomer witch, the stellar witch, the witch who knows the sky, the witch of the night sky

(prn) who knows the stars, (prn) who studdies the stars, (prn) who knows the magic of the stars, (prn) who practices witchcraft in starligh, (prn) who studdies magic by starlight

1st p: i/me/my/mine/myself

si/star/stars/starself sti/stell/stellars/stellarself ai/astre/astros/astroself ai/astronome/astronomy/astronomine/astronomyself wi/witch/witches/witch's/witchself wy/witch/witchs/witchself ci/conste/consteli/constellations/constellationself mi/magi/magics/magicself

2nd p: you/your/yours/yourself

sto/star/stars/starself sto/steller/stellers/stellerself astro/astr/astrs/astrself astro/astronomer/astronomers/astronomerself wo/witcher/witchers/witcherself co/consteller/constellers/constellerself mo/magicr/magicrs/magicrself

3rd p: they/them/theirs/themself

star/stars, sta/ar, star/stary, stary/sky, stary/night, star/light stell/stella, stell/a, stel/la, stell/steller, steller/stellers, stellar/stellars astro/astros, astro/astronomy, astro/nomy, astro/nomer, astro/astronomer, astronomy/astronomys, astronomy/astronomer constellation/constellations, constell/constellation, constell/ation wit/ch, witch/witches, wit/witch, wi/witch, witch/witchy, witch/craft, witchcraft/witchcrafts magic/magics, ma/gic, magic/magical

[busy-baker]

Thicker Than Water Masterlist - Complete Fic

f!Tav x Astarion

Tav and Astarion are settling into their new life, exploring each other and themselves while finally having the freedom to explore all the splendors of the world around them.

That is, until an unexpected circumstance veers their plans completely off path, sending them into their most difficult journey yet.

Parenthood.

But little do they know, the child of a vampire was the least of their worries.

There are much scarier things than monsters lurking in the night.

Chapters highlighted in RED contain smut.

Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Chapter 2: The Ceremony

Chapter 3: In Sickness and In Health

Chapter 4: An Old Friend

Chapter 5: Mirror Image

Chapter 6: Lost Boy

Chapter 7: Wintry Welcome

Chapter 8: The Invite

Chapter 9: Old Flames

Chapter 10: The Devils in the Details

Chapter 11: I Need A Hero

Chapter 12: Acquired Taste

Chapter 13: The Shadows

Chapter 14: Adoration

Chapter 15: Tangerine Sky

Chapter 16: Monster

Chapter 17: The Duke’s Tale

Chapter 18: Faith, Trust, And…

Chapter 19: Checking Out

Chapter 20: Withering

Chapter 21: Search and Rescue

Chapter 22: Mousetrap

Chapter 23: No Place Like Home

Chapter 24: Life Anew

Chapter 25: Epilogue

Darling Dhampir: A Thicker Than Water Series

Short stories featuring Astarion and Juniper as they navigate life, growing and learning from one another each day.

First Light 1.4k - Astarion recounts his first morning as a new father and how he first felt about finding out he was having a child with Tav after only being married for two months. Follows events of Chapter 7: Wintry Welcome

Swatches 1.6k - Astarion is busy designing his family’s outfits for a celebration and takes on the task of putting Juniper down for her nap but his past comes back to haunt him. Follows events of Chapter 8: The Invite

Morning Rambles 1.1k - Astarion takes a walk around camp the morning after caring for Tav. He takes the time to think over his feelings and embraces his time with Juniper. Follows events of Chapter 13: The Shadows

Pixie Dust 1.9k - Juniper becomes ill and Astarion takes to caring for her. He comes across a way that may be able to help her but he is wary of the consequences. Follows events of Chapter 18: Faith, Trust, And…

Hidden Treasures 1.3k - Tav has gone to the Hells. Astarion is now alone with Juniper, trying to deal with his own feelings while still providing for her. Follows the events of Chapter 19: Checking Out

Celebration 1.5k - Juniper has a big day ahead of her and Astarion has went out of his way to plan it all, but he finds himself worrying more than being overjoyed by the occasion.

Divorce Court 1.9k - Silly little add in. Elera and Syllar Ancunín go to divorce court to settle their case before the formidable Judge Ancunín. Drama will ensue but it makes for wonderful television.

[opaque-daydream]

Please disregard any spelling or grammatical errors as this was written on my phone.

Bittersweet

Slowly he turned and cupped her cheek with his left hand he looked as if he were going to speak but thought better of it and instead pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. In that moment it spoke more to her than any words could have. It was over before she was ready. He put his hand down to his side, pulling away from her. Her heart skipped not yet it called to her, keep him it begged but she knew she could not. Without her permission her hand shot out seeking his and pulled him back to her if this was to be their last private moments she would not waste them. He put up no resistance as their bodies melded together her arms wrapping around his waist. She laid her head on his chest if only to hear his strong heartbeat assuring her he was here before her and alive in this moment. She raised her face up to him connecting their lips in a dance they both knew, the familiar comfort that always came was absent for her. In its wake a desperation to make sure he understood all the love she felt for him. As their tongues met each an extension of their strong wills she hoped it conveyed all that she could not voice. Once they ran out of air she finally pulled away looking at him again and her heart skipped for a different reason as he smiled at her. His smile never failed even after all this time to move her. “I hope this will be my greeting upon my return” his arms tightened around her.

“As soon as you cross into the city, in front of all your troops ” she promised softly and he chuckled. “Please” it slipped out before she could stop it and she fought down the tears.

Even with one word he knew what she needed,

“Your love is like a shield, I wear it as surely as i wear my cape. I did not accept this task lightly but know I will always find my way back to you.” He told her.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath whispering “I have loved you for centuries, Haldir. I plan to love you for many more be it in this life or the next there is no where you could venture that I will not follow”

He kissed her forehead then like he had so many times before, his way of saying I love you. “I must go my love” he said softly and he turned then to head to meet his troops it would be a long march to Helms deep. She of course followed one step behind as she always did. She would go to see him off and she mourned his loss before he stepped foot outside their talon. Because here in their home he did not have to be a Commander here he was just Haldir. Here he was just a brother and a spouse. Here he did not carry the weight of Lothlorien on his shoulders but once he stepped outside he would assume that responsibility like a second skin.

The air was warm, the breeze gentle as they made it to the center of their city. She knew the protocol and she came beside him her left hand grasp his right and his thumb caressed her hand for just a moment. She squeezed gently and moved to take her place next to those who were also being left behind.

She found Elera and Lindell both standing together offering silent support and she joined them. She took one of each of their hands in hers. As much as she hated when Haldir hid himself behind his persona she also wore one in these moments. She was the commanders wife, he duty to those that are here in this circle with her, especially her sister in laws. She had no encouragement to give as the troops moved into formation and even surprised herself by tuning out the Lord and Lady’s speech. Her eyes went once more to his strong back, red cape and gold armor underneath. As he turned to command his army his eyes met hers for a moment,she mouthed “I love you” and the slight tilt of his head seemed to echo the sentiment. She stood her back straight her hands clasp with her sister in laws as she watched her heart march toward the battle of Helms deep.

[lily-style]

The things that still makes me sad about red queen series;

*SPOILER*

cal and maven's broken brotherhood will never be recovered

mare burdened with killing maven & probably will hunt by the possibility of a life without maven's betrayal

shade's sudden death

maven let mare kill him (this is mostly about our/readers/ perspective bcs I still can't get over it)

maven's body buried next to his mother, where no one will ever decide to visit his grave afterwards

probably only mare and cal will remember maven but his memories will fade away eventually -and he probably only remembered as an evil king not as a once upon a time good brother-

every possibility about maven if elera doesn't torture him with her hatred towards others