#captainderyn

[inyri]

You know what they say about all work and no play…

(Or, if you hadn’t thrown your datapad off the edge of Mek-Sha we wouldn’t have to share, darling-)

Sketch commission from @captainderyn- thank you for capturing these two so perfectly!

[keldae]

I got in on @captainderyn's art commissions and this is what they delivered for me! LOOK AT THIS -- I love everything about this! My girl and her wizard look so good! <3

[the-tomato-patch]

@captainderyn did a beautiful wedding picture of my baby tomatoes Rhiasen and Scourge ✨️ go commission them if you can ❤️

[a-lonely-dunedain]

aaaaaa so guess who commissioned @captainderyn and got a lovely drawing of Ethedis 💚🌿✨ (it was me. I did. I will be staring at this for many hours)

look at heeeeer!!! she's got a big ol bundle of flowers and the sweetest lil face 🥺

[berriku]

Eeee!! I’m so happy I got this lovely commission from the wonderfully talented @captainderyn 🥰🥰🥰

[greyias]

💎why is writing important to you?

Oh, that's an interesting one! I had a period of like 5-6 years where I didn't write almost anything, and once I picked it back up, it was kind of like a release valve in a way? Even when I'm writing about a fictional thing that doesn't really relate all that closely to whatever's going on in my life, somehow it feels in a way like it's helping arrange those thoughts/feelings into some sort of tangible shape, or just getting an idea or story out of my head, and once the words are on a page it's a relief.

...also it's fun, and I sometimes write sentences that make everyone curse my name. And that makes me cackle with glee.

[captainderyn]

Autumn Rides in the Hinterlands

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Inquisitor Tucdela Lavellan is a fiercesome force astride her hefty Ferelden Forder, who’s name in elvhen she can best translate as ‘Spooky’ or ‘Demon’ due to the horn-like helm and armor the horse arrived with.

Nowhere else does her background as a hunter for her Clan shine than galloping through well-worn paths, bow in hand.

[theoasiswinds]

Commission for the lovely @captainderyn 

[frauleiiin]

HAPPY MAY THE 4TH!

In honor of that special day, here's a post regrouping most of my OCs art!!

OCs Art Work Collection

1. Kaaydan by @outcastcommander 2. Kaaydan by @theoasiswinds 3. Herazed (Kaaydan's mom) by @notsomeloncholy

1. Kaaydan & big sis Hylo Visz by @captainderyn

1. Rue by me! 2. Rue by @squirrel-art

1. Maverik'a by @wackyart 2. Raeshen by @the-tomato-patch

1. Juhann & Kyahni by @tizaara 2. Yuthuura & Andronikos by @nekorinnie

[queen-scribbles]

Rhianlin Tanglebriar, in her natural habitat, drawn by the wonderful @captainderyn

(not pictured: Meneldir trying to look super Grim and Focused On Scouting so she won't think to give him her latest creation. He doesn't think he deserves it. She disagrees. Which is why he winds up wearing it. ^^)

[inyri]

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜ from the sentence starters 👀

 (I’m not sure if we’ll get here in long form- I’d thought so once, but given the current pace of my writing I suspect I’ll bring Equivalent Exchange to a natural close before we reach this point in the story, then continue Nine and Theron’s tale in shorter pieces. It's a bit of a cheat, but that's authorial prerogative for you.

Something lost is found. SWTOR. Nine/Theron.)

*

She sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at Theron as he scuffs nervously at the floor with the toe of his boot. (Stars, she’s missed this bed, missed this whole apartment even if she doesn’t miss the Kaasi rain falling in sheets against the windows or the periodic assassination attempts- but ah, the view from the balcony toward the sea-)

“You look,” she finally says, considering his expression carefully, “like the tooka that ate the bulabird. What exactly did you do while I was off with Acina?”

He turns to make sure the door’s closed before he answers. “Oh, you know. Took a tour of the place. Sliced a few things- databases, mostly. Census data. Population records. The Intelligence database, for about ten seconds.”

“You-” she chokes. The fact that he’s still standing here means he probably got away with it, but- “I thought I told you to behave yourself. If they figure out what you did- I know you’re not keen on parallel work with the Empire, Theron-”

“I didn’t get caught.” He rolls his eyes and rummages in his jacket pocket for his commpad. “I didn’t get caught last time either, for what it’s worth, but I did find what I was looking for.” 

(Last time? That’s- oh, lovely brilliant reckless idiot boy, he’s going to get himself into far more trouble than she can fix one of these years.)

She raises an eyebrow as he holds the commpad out toward her. 

“I found you.”

She gestures up and down along her body. “Of course you did. I’m right here. I know that mess with Lorman looked like a near enough miss, but-”

Theron shakes his head vehemently, pressing it into her hand and curling her fingers closed around it. “No, you don’t understand. I found you- pre-Cipher you. In the archives.”

“Impossible.” Or it ought to have been; after Hunter she’d watched the Minister purge her file with her own eyes and even then there was nothing left of an old life in it, nothing left but a ghost. The Ghost. “Not in the Intelligence database. They burn all that out when we CIpher.”

“Not in the Intelligence database, no.” He crouches down next to her as her heart twists in her chest. It ought to have been impossible. It ought to have been. “But I followed a thread from the personnel records, and then another and then another and then I found this. Imperial Academy prospective cadet interview number 00-828317. Locked subfolder, but-” he shrugs.    

The number doesn’t hurt. They didn’t take that from her, before, but there’s a pressure building behind her eyes- too close to something that they did, then. Far too close. She takes a deep breath. “Did you see it?”

“Only the first few seconds, and not with audio- didn’t want Lana to notice before I could pull it off the network. She looks like you, though.” 

“I suppose she would.” She lets the commpad settle on her lap, looks down at it like it might bite. (It might.) 

After a moment Theron stands. “I should go. You don’t have to decide if you want to watch it now- I shouldn’t have assumed-” 

“No,” she says, reaches up for his hand without looking and her fingers lace through his. “Stay.”

He sits down beside her; she presses play. 

[she is eleven years old.

she is eleven years old and wearing a white blouse and a black skirt and her hair in two neat plaits down her back and she is standing, hands folded, in front of a table where four men and a woman sit in identical uniforms, backs to the camera. 

we’ll begin, says the man second from right. please state your name for the record.

she nods, and opens her mouth. mustn’t smile too much or they’ll think she’s silly, mustn’t pull at her plait or at her shirtsleeves, mustn’t-]

(oh Void oh Void oh Void it HURTS and he holds on to her- should I stop it? I can stop it- and she shakes her head furiously so he just keeps holding on)

[yes, sir, she says. it is important to show respect, father said. my name is N-]

It’s impossible. It’s impossible. 

It’s her name. 

She does stop the recording then, not because she wants to but because she’s going to bleed all over his damned commpad if she doesn’t. Her nose drips down onto her shirt until she pinches it closed and then she turns her head toward Theron as he mutters apology after apology into the top of her head. “I had a feeling,” she murmurs, “that was going to happen.”

“So that’s your name? N-” he almost says it aloud but stops himself, free hand pressed against his mouth. “Stars, I'm sorry. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“It may get easier with time. We can try more of the video later- I only remember a little bit. I thought it might all come back at once, but-”

Theron nods. “I hope so- that it gets easier, I mean. That it comes back. But your name, it… it suits you.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah.” He kisses her hair, then her forehead, then the tip of her nose beneath her still-pinching fingers. “Though it’s weird- why does this almost feel like a goodbye?”

“To Cipher Nine? No. it's not-” she shakes her head. “It’s- hello, Theron Shan. My name-” she breathes in and the pain lessens and it wouldn’t matter anyway, all the pain in the universe would be worth it to see that look on his face again and again- “is Nyriala.”

[keldae]

I got a second commission slot from @captainderyn and LOOK AT THEM!! I am literally going all 😍 at this!! Xaja and Theron look SO DAMNED CUTE I CANNOT EVEN

Thank you again for making my favourite pair look so good! This shows them off PERFECTLY and I love it!!

[tiredassmage]

16 and/or 19 from the kiss prompts for whichever character inspires you when you get around to it :D

I very, very badly needed to write a little something and I have had the idea for this one for ages, but now!!! It's finally here!!!!! I thought this one would be really, really cute to do something a lil more established-like for @captainderyn's Mor and our silly lil agent, Squishy! I need to do so much more with them!!! So, here's a lil start on doing just that, hopefully <3

[From Fictional Kiss Prompts] //

Ahdrasteia’s brow furrowed as her teeth worried against her bottom lip. She’d been nearly tomb statue stiff for approximately three minutes and counting, and that frown on her thinned lips (for once clear of the smoky black polish that usually coated them) was only sinking deeper.

And Mor was struggling valiantly against the urge to stick a hand out and… do something about it. Knock a few of those errant puzzle pieces on the floor, make shadow skar’klas on the walls - anything to break that laser-focused edge hardwired into the operative sat across from her. The first, however, was likely to draw her ire, which was unintended, and the second was… Well, likely to go unnoticed, at this point. Though… it’d be fun.

Ahdrasteia exhaled sharply through her nose as she cautiously prodded yet another mismatched piece. “Mor-”

Ridiculous how hearing just that little syllable made her heart nearly leap out of her chest and across the table right then and there. Mor cocked her head - grateful the dimmed red glow of her agent’s cybernetics was still focused distinctly downward at the table. It saved her from trying to fight the heat threatening to rise to her cheeks even still.

“I think we’re missing a few pieces.” Ahdrasteia frowned as she leaned back on legs she’d tucked up underneath her in her seat. Her red glow briefly intensified another moment as she scanned the tabletop. The lighting on Mor's ship wasn't always so great for locating escaping little puzzle pieces, but it was far kinder on cybernetics and headaches than the blue-toned glow on Intelligence vessels.

An amused grin sprawled across Mor’s lips, though she threw a glance at the chrono on the nightstand. “I think they’ll turn up, Squishy.”

A tiny little snort issued from the agent. “I don’t suppose you lost any of them.”

Before Mor could even pretend to narrow her eyes in mock offense, a smile was creeping at the edges of Ahdrasteia’s lips as she straightened her back. Mor’s eyes narrowed even as a laugh tumbled out of her. It was like her little agent was proud of herself - and wringing the jest out of her usually tight jaw might just have been worth it.

Might’ve even beat winning the Great Hunt. “My job’s finding, if you’ve forgotten.”

Ahdrasteia giggled, though a hand still came up to try to cover her lips now. “Are you supposed to be my hero then? If you can find those little pieces-”

Mor pushed herself out of her seat and leaned down to press a kiss right between those sharp brows. True to form, a squeak of surprise still slipped out of Ahdrasteia, and even in the dim ship light, Mor could still tell her cheeks flushed as pink as the blush she wore.

And that little furrow was back in her brow as she turned an indignant pout upon the hunter over her. “You did that on purpose-!”

“Make it up to you with shadow skar’klas?” Mor opened her arms and waggled her fingers promisingly. Ahdrasteia frowned at her a moment longer. “I don’t think any of the puzzle pieces are gonna grow legs overnight.”

Squishy’s nose wrinkled just a touch more. “They might if you give them any,” she mumbled before she finally scooted in her seat and reached up to wrap her arms around Mor’s neck, letting the hunter scoop her up and toe her seat back in out of the way behind them.

“I’ll find them before we dock again,” Mor assured.

“Promise?”

Maybe. Hopefully. Perhaps if she was quiet enough, she could scour the lower deck before she woke up… Her agent was still such a light sleeper.

“Promise.”

[loremastering]

three local brigands observing the spring festival from a distance. only one is dressed for the occasion

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kalwaith @captainderyn

mardyth: me

caitta: @elgaladwen

[the-tomato-patch]

Tagging Game

tagged by @teacakes1799 ( Definitely not annoying, I love tag games! )

3 ships ( I have plenty of oc x canon ships but no oc ships D: but I'll keep them swtor aligned because that's the blogs main focus)

Lord Scourge/Rhiasen ( Y'all know my obsession with these baby tomatoes )

Malavai Quinn/Sabrazios ( Another tomato paired with a man I love but also wouldn't mind spacing into the void )

Theron Shan/Chiono Mewsa ( Theron x Triple traitor cathar imp agent )

First Ship

Uh, my brain isn't very good but Sesshomaru x OC because I was a self-indulgent little shit with so many mary sues. If I'm not counting OC x canon then Sesshomaru x Kikyo. Cartoon wise, probably Zim x Tak ( ZaTr for all the fellow fossils ) or Zuko x Toph

Last Song

I'm oddly obsessed with Jack Black's cover of Hit Me Baby One More Time. It's weirdly good.

Currently Reading

I listen more than read. The last thing I listened to on audible was Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Last Film

Last film was Godzilla x Kong in theaters.

Last series was Fallout ( episode 6... WTF WAS THAT GULPER SCENE!? )

Currently Craving

Good mediterranean food and more free time

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Tagging: @bigbadvv0lf @captainderyn @dirthara-dalen @serenofroses @frauleiiin @eorzeashan Anyone who wants to?

[space-unicorn-dot]

username song game

@kay1mi. u sneaky. I don't actually know what would be more challenging, this or my sideblog lmaooo. anywho!!!

Rules are simple: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people! [opossum screech. we'll see how many we get up to, lol]

let's see how broad a survey i can put together of my music taste hehee

S - Ship in a bottle , fin

P - Providence , Poor Man's Poison

A - Another Way to Die , Jack White & Alicia Keys

C - C'est la vie , Weathers

E - El Dorado , Stellar

U - Under the Graveyard , Ozzy Osbourne

N - Natural , Imagine Dragons

I - Inertia - Single Edit , Boston Manor

C - C'mon Down , Poor Man's Poison [yeah i'll double up on them, they're good :P]

O - One Margarita , Luke Bryan

R - Rockstar Sea Shanty , Nickelback & The Lottery Winners

N - Now That This Old World Is Ending , Dan Romer [Far Cry 5 soundtrack]

D - Death Don't Have No Mercy (Stripped Version) , Esterly & Eric McSpadden

O - Oh My Love , The Score

T - The Devil Went Down to Georgia , The Charlie Daniels Band

phew! we made it! alright, no pressure tags / apologies if you've already been tagged! @sullustangin @kartaylirsden @kemendin @greyias @fatewalker-phoenix @pentacass @sasslett @heretic-altias @mythandral @sarenraegalpaladin @captainderyn annndd aauuuhh anyone else that'd like to? i know, i know i'm a few short but hsfhskdfnl i got caught in the 'don't want to bother people in their notifs' paralysis