#dragonologist-phd

[chasindbae]

I had a lot of ideas of how i wanted to do this one, but one meme on @dragonologist-phd 's page, fate made it clear. Mercury is well stocked! I bet the OG Circus Perfume would heal your magic and healing but only Hidden Fantasy would do actual healing.

[milk-crafting]

Finished commission of their KC Lilith for @dragonologist-phd ! I had a lot of fun with this one heheh

[cassiaorsellio]

🖊

and for you, magni and morrigan pain.

— magni knows they're on borrowed time. morrigan knows it too. if it wasn't the calling, then it was the berserking. the reaving. those last few years were difficult for them both, morrigan desperately trying to find a way to stave off the dragon madness that'd take her love when she wasn't trying to shift through the knowledge the well gave her, or the fragment of mythal's memories. but magni had made their peace with it a long time ago and by the time veilguard's begun, magni's been separated from their family for over three years. they don't want to hurt morrigan or kieran in a blind rage caused by the berserking or reaving. morrigan knows they're alive, of course, because of the paired rings — until she feels it go silent during veilguard, and a missive from orzammar finds its way to her, announcing that paragon aeducan died defending orzammar from the darkspawn laying siege to the city.

🖊+an OC = yapping time

[dujour13]

13 and 14 for Sia?

Thank you! 💕💕 These are fun

pwotr mechanics and story ask game

13. Which mythic abilities/spells would be iconic to them, and was it their preference or did they prefer something less iconic?

Siavash’s Optimistic Smile and Friendly Hug are his trademarks. Legendary. Only Derenges seem to be immune. In my recent run he has the Best Jokes feat that boosts Hideous Laughter, and it’s SO much fun. He has em rolling in the aisles. Absolutely killing it. (I have a screenshot but it’s on my PC which is STILL out for repairs so you’ll have to trust me on it, but at one point he had a tough crowd of a dozen high-level corrupted mongrels peeing their pants.)

14. What about another mythic path that they did not take? Is there one that would fit them, build or personality wise, and what might that have looked like?

The azata path is what breathed life into Siavash in the first place and I really can’t imagine him in any other mythic path, or even game setting for that matter. He would be so depressed as an Angel. Gold Dragon… hm…. but no, he’s too much of a little songbird to have a draconic form. He may be chaotic but he's way too chill for demon and I won’t even bother with the other evil paths except one.

There was a very hard contest of wills with a certain Archdevil, in which Sia was tempted to just give up and stop struggling. Putting all the responsibility on the Law instead of his own shoulders would have been a relief. It would have killed his soul to go Devil. So much that I think he wouldn’t survive it. Luckily Aivu and Woljif had his back. Short answer - no, it's azata or bust for him 🦋

[ammoniteflesh]

2 and 23 for the OC questions?

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Ghila, 5000% - I think that may fluctuate once I've written the others more extensively and had more of a chance to figure them out - but right now, Ghila is closest to my heart.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Tbh most of them have stayed pretty consistent, vibeswise? Threnody has probably gone through the most permutations - I still feel like I haven't finished fully pinning her down. She started out as 'purple mage Hawke who is very flamboyant and dramatic', and gradually became more and more neurotic. I do enjoy that the flamboyance never went away though lmao

[cassynite]

Ooh how about the Galfrey pov fic?

Aaaaaah thank you so much!!

Galfrey is a very special character to me, I love writing in her pov. This one is still in more nebulous stages, but it is basically her learning to acclimate to postwar life after the events of the Crusade. It follows WOTR events, so she's still queen, but she's leading a trouble country that feels like it's leaving her behind, and she needs to learn how to grow again. It also touches on her ttrpg canon ending, where she ends up Iomadae's herald!

I forgot to mention it in the meme but the tentative title for this will be "The Leaves Still Die"

Snippet below the cut!

The [sun orchid elixir] was as close to eternal youth without consequences as one could get without flirting with actual godhood. And yet, Galfrey could almost feel herself change, disconnected and unmoored from the people around her. Or, perhaps, that was simply the effect of age. Whenever she caught herself wandering down that path of thought, she would pull back, chide herself for dramatics. She wasn't that old, in the grand scheme of things. There were plenty who had lived longer than Iomadae had been the Inheritor, who remembered Old Cheliax and when the Age of Lost Omens was meant to be the Age of Glory; when there was no Worldwound, and no Crusades, and Galfrey's greatest concern was how she was meant to fill the crown her father left behind. She was not alone in her age, and only had to seek out the nearest adult elf to speak to someone who was her contemporary, or even older. And yet. When she was around others--speaking to advisors, rallying troops, leading ceremonies, presenting in parades, negotiating with diplomats from allies and enemies alike--she never could shake the ever-present sense that she didn't actually belong there. That while everyone around her was a thinking feeling being, a person of flesh and blood and passion, she was a frozen relic, trapped in amber, separated from them all by an impenetrable wall that kept her in perfect stasis, forever matching the minted coins that showed her profile from the moment of her coronation. Could that be an effect of the elixir? In some ways, she felt ancient, as implacable as the mountains. In other ways, on very bad days, she felt like the same scared paladin who had just had her god die, who had to become the figurehead of a new religion seemingly overnight, and then had to become the face of a war against an existential crisis that never, ever ended. But the bad days were the days that she focused the most on being Queen Galfrey, not just Galfrey--Queen Galfrey was the shining sun, the face of the Crusades, the leader of the fight who never backed down, never faltered. Who was never tired, who never cried or grieved or missed anyone who grew up and then grew old without her. Queen Galfrey didn't mind being frozen in amber. She didn't care about anything except making sure her country was safe, of being a good queen, and of closing the Worldwound.

[abyssal-ilk]

9 for Saar?

(from this post here!)

9. does your rook get along with their chosen faction?

not particularly, no! saar has made friends amongst the wardens (he adores evka and antoine, and he was originally an awakenings companion, so he had some of the others as friends too!), but as a whole? saar actually has a very poor view of the order. he was around for every moment the wardens turned away from a conflict for the sake of neutrality, and quickly grew to despise how they preyed upon the vulnerable and desperate to add to their ranks. every moment the first warden turned his back or allowed some horror to happen under his watch, his resentment for the wardens grew. he briefly joined the inquisition after the other wardens all fled and turned on each other in fear of their callings, and his general struggle to connect with others in his earlier years of being a warden (being a saarebas for the qun does very little for socialization, especially in a foreign land like fereldan) means he's largely isolated from the rest.

saar has a few friends among the wardens, but not many. he's somewhat idolized by the younger recruits but he's constantly butting heads with the senior wardens. it left him lacking community for decades before datv. but he has his friends now and that's enough for him!

[dellamortethelesser]

5 and 31 for Arias?

fifty questions for rook

5. What was life like for Rook before joining the Veilguard?

This question has already been answered here!

31. What specialization does Rook pursue? What called them to it?

Arias picked the duelist specialization of the rogue options. From a meta perspective it just seemed to fit best compared to saboteur (he does not use explosives, although it could fit a Tevene character easily) or veil archer (he does not use a bow). From an RP perspective, I choose to attribute it to training he picks up both from his Tevinter military background and a combination of goading Lucanis into sparring with him so he can hone his skills against trained assassins (he loses often).

[ask masterpost]

[arainaizevran]

3 and 4 for Tane?

Yay, thank you!! <3

Pathfinder KC ask game

3. Who is/are their best friend(s) among companions and why?

Aside from Lann (for obvious romance reasons), Tane's best friends are Seelah and Arue 🥺 Seelah is so supportive of her especially during her fledgling days as a Knight Commander -- Seelah's basically her rock and trusted advisor, though they don't always see eye to eye with how dogmatic Seelah can be with Iomedae and her doctrine.

Tane's (closest) best friend is Arueshalae, who she really clicked with. Everybody else distrusted her and Tane was the only one in her corner, and Arue repaid the favour by always having her back too! Chaotic Desna girlies <3

4. What did they do before they became a crusader? Did they have a job, an occupation?

Tane was uhhh a self-proclaimed (unlicensed) monster hunter lol. It's a small-time job, not unlike Greybor's fancy dragon killing ones, and she usually only takes contracts in small villages in the middle of nowhere. Mostly to avoid people like Hulrun in the bigger cities. In the strict terms of monster hunting, she's pretty bad at it, considering she doesn't always kill said monsters -- stemming from her upbringing in Tian Xia where monsters aren't always the baddies. She makes just enough to provide for herself and her triceratops Maya, so it's not all bad, I suppose!

[bragganhyl]

2 and 19?

Thank you 💖💖💖

what is your watcher's disposition?

What isn't? 😂 (it's nothing bad just a screenshot from my last poe 1 pt)

Okay but really, I play with the conversation markers turned off and just... pick options based on her vibes and as such usually I end up with points in everything but cruelty. The top 4 is usually: benevolence, passion, rationality and either cleverness or honesty.

what is your watcher's weapon of choice?

In the early half of PoE 1, it's Unforgiven and the Hearth Harvest, in the late game, it's Steadfast and either the Unlabored Blade or Drawn-in-Spring.

In Deadfire, it's the Whispers of Yenwood and for a while Modwyr, until the end of her storyline (which Gaura ends with Xoti taking Modwyr's soul in her lantern and then she gives the empty sword away) then Sasha's Singing Scimitar and... the Whispers of Yenwood, still.

[chasindbae]

Passing through the alleyways of the grand city, you peer upon the wall to see a plethora of advertisements and propaganda. One catches your eye, depicting a beautiful woman with rose-like skin featuring fine earrings. "New Heartpiece Butterfly Earrings at Potema's Prizes". It looks like a new, independent shop which sells various, artisanal made dilldallery and whatnots. The font is tacky despite the exceptionally lovely tiefling depicted. A commission for @dragonologist-phd of pretty, pretty Piper, with sin like roses, eyes like silver stars, and a river of hair like a river of platinum. I had so much fun doing this and got to play with an idea I had for shamelessly making Heartpiece butterflies.

[mordred9971]

Rules : put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for their favorite!

Sure this could be fun

@dragonologist-phd did tag me so

[cassiaorsellio]

hc + 😴 for Hissera?

thanks :3c

hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

Hissera does find it pretty awkward to sleep with her horns a good chunk of the time, sure, but the main inconvenience she's found is that sometimes she'd wake up to find her pillows accidentally torn open and finding down feathers everywhere becuase the tips of her horns had ripped them open as she'd tossed and turned so much in the night. By Veilguard though, I imagine she puts a little cloth cap on the tip of her in-tact horn to stop that from happening. It looks a little goofy, but it saves having to replace pillows all the time.

thematic headcanons

[dujour13]

11 and 17 for Sia?

Thank you!! 💕💕

11. For martial KCs, favorite weapon? For spellcasters, favorite spell?

Bardic Performance – imagine a guy with a guitar gently wringing the loss and longing out of your soul and filling it back up with hope - as you charge into battle.

Instrument of Freedom is his most frequent offensive spell. Kill it with rainbows!

17. Which non-companion NPC do they really like?

Sia finds reasons to like a lot of people. Some of his faves: Ramien, Aranka, Ilkes, Thall, Kel Five Knives, Fye, Wilcer, Anevia, Irabeth, Bonvar (the Andoren Ambassador), Crinukh, the Storyteller, Ciar, Kyado (sorry man), and Telmer (the guy who ate Xanthir Vang’s notes – Sia gave him a chance to reconsider his life decisions).

[eurekq]

all my completed donation comms for palestinian relief! I had so much fun with this project, and together we raised a good chunk of change; about $400 in total for various funds!

i learned a lot while doing this: namely, my limits for drawing (gave myself tendonitis in my thumb in the process 😅) and ways i could better organize an event like this in the future (will probably recruit some friends to also provide art, as well as focusing on one specific fund rather than spreading it out)!

characters are labelled in the order that i finished them; thank you so much to everyone who donated and helped make this event a success!

Leonelle, for @camelliagwerm

Siani, for @arendaes

August, for @dickytwister

Lariel, for @the-raging-tempest

A very silly Carver Hawke, for @ansburg

Katala, for @undyingembers

A character, for an anonymous donor

Esteem, for @kuroimarzipan

Cora Qing, for @gullethead

Kasander, for @outeremissary

Morolai, for @silversiren1101

Agria, for @thesolemnhour

An NPC, for an anonymous donor

Cleo, for @dragonologist-phd

Another round of thanks to everyone! Now, back to my other commissions, and then finally my wrist can be at peace 😂

[cassynite]

🌙 for Sparrow?

Thank you so much!! Sparrow childhood can be. Heavy. This is one of those times.

Cw slavery, mentions of abuse, mentions of death

It's Sparrow's first night in a bed in months, and she can't sleep.

The manor house in Westcrown is enormous, a stone monolith with a thousand arches squatting against the coastline. Maybe it's meant to scare people into behaving; maybe its maze-like halls keep anyone from leaving. Either way, it's Sparrow's first night out of chains and a collar. The man who bought her took them both off immediately, scowled at the marks on her wrists and her neck. He'd finished his glare at her face.

He'd turned to one of the stone-faced servants skulking in the corner. "Those feathers will need to go," he tells them. "See that arrangements are made for tomorrow."

It was explained as sleeping quarters were arranged. She was to be a body double. She will learn how to walk like the master's daughter, talk like her, wear her dresses and dance in her shoes. Sparrow won't be able to keep the feathers she has, and her mind shies away from what that statement meant, because she's not sure she can take more pain. But she'll have to, because if she doesn't the man who bought her will send her back, to the slavers who told her what happened to aasimar stock who misbehaved. She won't be food or worse to a demon.

So she nods when the lord tells her that she will be called Eva, and tries to make the name fit in her mouth in a way that makes sense. It's hard, as hard as it is to sleep in the strange dark room. The gloomy house looms over her like a monster waiting to pounce, and the smell of the sea coming through the windows is too salty and cold. Outside, the manor shows a view of the sea under the moonlight, and it makes Sparrow ache.

The water here doesn't look like home, dark and gray like storm clouds but on the ground, not the crystal-clear perfection of the powerful frothy waves that used to crash onto the cliff shores. Sparrow holds onto that image--the bright blue of the water, the way it smelled, the deafening sounds it made as it threw itself against the coastline.

It's one of the few things she still has that's clear from before. The people who took her did something, maybe, or the sharp terror that's clawed at her mind for months now has made everything from before seem like a dream. Either way, her life from before is fragmented glass--the ocean, the coastline. The dim interior of her brother's workshop. The expression Crow made whenever he concentrated.

And, though she doesn't like to remember it, Crow the last time she saw him. The way he laid so still on the ground. How the blood pooled around his head. His dark eyes staring, sightless, at the big blue sky as they dragged her away.

She wants Crow. Every night since she's been taken she's dreamed of him, that he comes to her as a bird like his nickname, large and black with red eyes and a sharp beak that gores through skin and crushes bone, and when he looks at her she turns into a bird as well, her feathers growing to cover her whole body. And then she spreads her wings, and they take flight together, up and up and up into the sky where no one can ever touch them, and they never come down.

Her skin always feels wrong when she wakes up, like it doesn't fit right anymore.

She rubs her arms against the cold Lamashan air and then nearly jumps out the window when the heavy movement of a door opening breaks through the white noise of the sea. Sparrow freezes--is she going to be punished for still being awake, even if she's in bed?--but the figure in the doorway is her height and glows faintly with fiery light, and Sparrow recognizes the little Lady Evaethi as she trots in with an embroidered pillow under her arm and a soft fleece blanket.

Without saying a word, Lady Evaethi crawls into the bed, pushing Sparrow over with knobbly knees until she's pressed up against the wall. It's not until the little lady flops down with her pillow, blanket tucked up to her chin, facing Sparrow, that Sparrow realizes she's not going to explain herself.

"Is this...allowed?" Her voice, even hushed as it is, seems uncomfortably loud in the pressing silence.

Lady Evaethi doesn't seem to notice, her voice a normal volume that makes Sparrow flinch. "Well, you're my body double now, aren't you? That means we have to be friends, since we're going to be each other." Lady Evaethi gives Eva a wide smile and cuddles her pillow. "So we should do a sleepover. Papa won't let anyone do sleepovers with me, because he's worried about danger. But you have to protect me! So it's safe with you."

Sparrow doesn't know what to say to that. She doesn't think she can make anyone safe, not after Crow. "Okay."

"It'll be good," Lady Evaethi continues. "Papa can get angry but as long as you're good he will be proud of you. And when I'm big and strong and smart like I'm supposed to be then you won't need to be me anymore and we can just be friends then. It gets cold when the windows are still open so I thought we could both stay warm this way."

"...Okay." Sparrow thinks she's supposed to feel something at the lady's smile, but she doesn't. She waits for something, watching the younger girl drift off into a peaceful sleep, listening to the waves against the coast that sound nothing like home's.

When the sun rises the next day, and she is pulled out at dawnbreak to learn how to be a servant, she still feels nothing at all.