#female de sardet

[queen-scribbles]

A rainy day Vesper de Sardet from the incomparable @sunshinemage

[misscoet]

legate and her guard

i've been playing greedfall (and hopefully i will get to play sequel soon!) and apparently i really have a type..

[merruschka]

"You were always going to be mine."

Just some delicious and hawt OTP hehe, inspired by @chaoschaoswriting A Secret Desire ♥️

A super unfgg unffgg piece I commissioned -- next to 2847833829 others ahahahah---

[gaqalesqua]

After the attempted insurrection, fears and woes manifest as dark dreams that haunt Milene's deepest sleep. But it's not quite what it seems… nor will Kurt allow her to hide from the truth it reveals.

[wolf-girld]

Lillian de Sardet for Amidas💙

[steppingvistas]

Finished Greedfall (Fem!De Sardet, Siora Romance, Anticolonialist Decisions, Kill Constantin) and all I can think about is this:

Petrus "The-Dad-Who-Stepped-Up" seeing De Sardet falling hard for a beautiful Doneigad (just like he fell for her mother all those years ago) and going "Oh Illuminated, no! She is as dumb as me!"

I actually ran most of the game with the "Found Family Squad" of De Sardet - Siora - Petrus. While supporting the native uprising for the entire time. It was great ❤️

[jeannedesardet]

Does the pupil surpass the master?

--“I'm not going to let you leave me without fighting, first," Jeanne said, her eyes alight with anger. "Defeat me, if you can. Or maybe, the pupil will surpass the master and this time I am going to win, this time." -- Chapter 24

The Diaries of Jeanne De Sardet by

@greenedera

[love-grove]

De Sardet Skill Choices

[merruschka]

Imma looking very respecfully at delicious artwork of otp doing some funny stuff hehehehehe

I really really love it!

I love their skin, its so soft looking and nnngggg, their heated gazes, the grope, how she touches his jaw, the beautifully rendered hair, it is soooooo gooooooood 🥺🥺💕💕💕

And I like that they are in the forest 🤣 they would do it absolutely somewhere in the woods sgsggsgssgs

Thank you so so very much! 🥰

Jeanne belongs to my dear friend @greenedera uwu

(Tho my shipper heart for these two lovebirds is so unquenchable OwO)

Cropped version of my art trade with the sweetest @merruschka Kurt and Jeanne are having a spicy private moment in the woods ☺️

Full pic (cw: nudity, suggestive) here on twt

[shewithoutrain]

I have just discovered, in the following order:

1. Greedfall (don’t come at me, I know I’m late to it, I’m a busy woman okay?)

2. CAPTAIN VASCO (my feet? Knocked off. My romance? Locked in.)

3. “It’s a ship. Not a boat.” “…Apologies.” (Tell me why female De Sardet says that with such sass but I headcanon male De Sardet being flushed embarrassed floundering in front of this perfect human specimen of a Naut.)

4. BISEXUAL Vasco

5. MALE DE SARDET CAN HAVE HIS HEART BROKEN BY CAPTAIN KURT ON DAY ONE (or so this one fanfic I read said but I pray that it is canon)

I feel a repressed sadboi mage De Sardet mesmerised by the free-spirited, sea-lead Vasco fanfic coming on and I will NOT apologise for it.

(Vasco is equally enchanted in return by the handsome, stammering noble with the exquisite blush and clumsy handling of weapons and such little regard for his own talents (and looks) and he hungers to draw the tempest he can sense confined beneath the trappings of nobility to the surface.)

[tavplum]

Tall Walls, Gentle Hearts

Shoutout to my dear friend @an-alternative-savespot who just posted her amazing one shot fic for GreedFall. The work features her original female character, Helenne De Sardet and Kurt as they navigate their first night together it’s an incredibly sweet and vulnerable piece. 💜

If you want to give it some love you can do so here! Tall Walls, Gentle Heart (account on ao3 is required to read, warning: This work features explicit sexual content, additional tags on ao3.)

I made two pieces to go along with her fic, that hopefully portray the tenderness between these two characters!

Enjoy! 💜

[queen-scribbles]

✧Sweet Excellency✧

Vesper de Sardet bust from @orokay

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

OKAY

what is Greedfall about because the graphics you've been reblogging are intriguing 👀

I am SO glad you asked omg so-

The game is an early 18th century fantasy 'age of exploration' setting, where you, De Sardet, a noble of the royal house, and your cousin, a prince's son, are tasked to travel to the mysterious, newly colonised island, Tír Fradí

As the ambassador of your people, you are there to keep the peace between your ally factions, and learn about the native people of the island and their magic. Along the way, you gain companions, learn the secrets of the island, and attempt to find a cure for the plague that is ravaging your people on the mainland

You choose in the beginning to play De Sardet as male or female (which only influences your romance choices), with character image also lightly customisable. You also choose your combat archetype - magic, martial or technical, and can branch out into different ways of play as you gain levels. Companion relationships and equipment can give boosts to some stats and can be the difference between succeeding or failing certain encounters

GreedFall was made by a small studio that REALLY put their heart into what they created, so while sometimes graphics and gameplay can be a little less polished at times, the soul of the story and the characters shine as bright as anything. There are story beats and cutscenes that still blow me away when I think of them

It is a wonderful and relatively short (even doing all quests and side quests) game to play, that has you SO curious about where it will lead to and what you will discover on your journey

I 100% recommend the game to you as a solid, unique, and really special rpg. It is enchanting 💖

[merruschka]

"It was as if the sun had kissed the moon... silently... My sun - my light - forever"

[ragingbookdragon]

Still Life To Live

Vasco x De Sardet

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Wee-bit of Angst

Author's Note: Legit this is the first female De Sardet I've written besides the one with Kurt -Thorne

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She wakes with a sadness still ever-present in her chest as she stares out the window, at a bird-less, sunless sky. The sheets smell like Constantin’s soap, and she can’t help but feel tears come to her eyes. She hasn’t been able to leave his room since they returned from his burial. She misses her cousin, no, her brother. Constantin was all she had in the world other than her mother. The two young cousins growing up, thick as thieves, only for it to end in such a poetic yet so tragic way. She missed him so. Missed laughing with him. Missed being around him. And she missed the moments where she wasn’t plagued with knowing his blood was on her hands, even if in the end it wasn’t his fault but the madness.

“If you know, why do you continue to blame yourself?”

She blinks a few times, coming to realize that her dear cousin is kneeling beside her; her lips wobble as she reaches out, taking his hand. “I miss you.”

“Oh, I miss you, dear cousin,” he murmurs. “But you cannot spend the rest of your life here.” His smile is so soft. “I may not be here in flesh, but I am always with you in spirit.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “I will not accept something you needn’t apologize for. Cousin, you saved me. You set me free.” His hand gently leaves hers, resting on her head. “If you want to honor my memory, don’t sit here and wallow while the ones you love worry for you. If that is not enough, then you must remember who you are and what you are called to do here. You have responsibility and it isn’t going away simply because I am gone.” He pats her head. “Promise me, you will get up and go. That this pain will not hold you down. I may be gone, but you have gained the world in terms of family. That old man, Kurt, the girls.” His eyes hold a shimmer of humor as he jabs, “And that Naut.”

Her laugh is watery, tears slipping down her cheeks and he’s quick to wipe them away.

“Dear cousin, there is more life to live. Promise me.”

She swallowed thickly and nodded her head. “I promise.” As he pulls away, she grabs his hand and stares into his eyes. “I love you, brother.”

Constantin, in all his spirit, simply smiles and leans over, kissing her head. “I love you, dear sister.”

She blinks once and he’s gone, the place where he was kneeling empty, all that remains of him is merely a feeling in her chest, but something in the air has changed and she rises from the bed for the first time in almost three weeks.

Her entire body aches from not moving and her stomach grumbles like there is no tomorrow. She can tell there is loss around her body, a gauntness where muscle and fat should be, but the mind and such strong emotion could always play with the body, suppressing hunger. She pulls a dress on, tightens the fabric of the corset to fit her frame as she ties various lines of linen and silk to appear somewhat appropriate.

A quick facial wash in the basin of water is all that can suffice for now, as she follows Constantin’s orders of moving on. She has so much to do, so many people to check in with, to greet, lives to maintain, rules to enforce, treaties to sign now that she is essentially acting governor before a new one is assigned.

She inhales deeply, readying herself for the surprised faces of the people as she opens the doors and steps out. Surprisingly, there are no servants, and she takes it as a small mercy, escaping the upper floor to the stairs where she walks down quietly, thinking of how she will explain her absence.

It is only when she hits the ground and walks out into the throne room that she sees her first companion speaking with another emissary; they look up at the doors and the old man smiles at her.

“Child,” he simply greets, and she smiles back at him, a little weak but one, nonetheless.

“Petrus.” She walks over as the emissary bows and leaves them.

“It is good to see you out of your room.”

She nods. “Forgive me, for—”

“There is no need to apologize for how your grief affects you.” He looks at her. “Your cousin was the only friend you had growing up. To lose that so fast…grief is merely an understatement to what you felt.” He reaches up, brushing a stray tear. “We have simply bided our time before you came out.”

“Where are the others?” she asks, looking around curiously.

“Kurt is at the barracks training, Aphra is more than likely returning from Hikmet with new supplies, and Síora went to visit her clan.”

“And what of Vasco?” she inquires, feeling something awfully funny in her chest.

Petrus frowns. “Ah, yes, Vasco…”

“What? Is he alright?”

“Oh, he’s fine, but he is leaving port right now.”

Her eyes widen, heart breaking and panicking at the same time. “He’s leaving port right now? Like this moment now?”

“Indeed.”

“B-but he—but we!” she runs to the window, stares out to see the top of the Seahorse and she feels her chest erupting. She never meant to push him away in her grief and cause him to leave. “Oh no…”

“Child…”

“I have to stop him!” she shouts, already hiking her dress up to sprint for the doors.

“Wait!”

Petrus’ calls fall on deaf ears as she runs down the steps to the grand doors, yelling for the guards to open them and they do, just in time for her to burst down the front steps for all of New Sérène to see. It takes her all of three minutes to run like hell is at her heels to get to the docks and she passes Admiral Cabral who only looks up because a sailor gets her attention.

“Lady De Sardet?!” she calls in shock, rising from her desk to run after her. “What on earth are you doing so frenzied!”

She doesn’t answer but runs to the edge of the dock where sailors are busy moving cargo that didn’t get packed into the Seahorse; it hasn’t even made it twenty feet from the port, so she isn’t too late, but she is late.

“Vasco!” she yells, cupping her hands to her mouth for better reach. “Vasco! Wait!”

She hears something from the ship before he appears at the stern, his confusion giving way to shock but a gladness is in it. “De Sardet! What are you doing here!”

Her hands come to her chest, massaging the ache growing as tears fill her eyes. “Please, don’t leave without me,” she begs. “If you’re leaving, let me come with you. I’ll sail with you, please, don’t—”

“De Sardet! Look out!”

Her turning is too slow, and she is barreled into by a sailor carrying far too many boxes at once. And for all her balance training, she loses it all as she is knocked backwards, foot caught in her dress as she screeches, trying to catch something or someone before she falls down into the frigid water.

The world ripples above her and she tries to fight for the surface but the weight of her dress and undergarments are too heavy and she sinks despite her struggle. Water invades her lungs, and she feels like stone as darkness and cold seep into her body, even as hands reach for her.

***

“She still hasn’t come out?” he asks softly, glancing up towards the third floor.

Petrus sighs. “Of course not. She lost the last remaining family she ever had.”

Vasco bristles, as if he isn’t aware of such a thing. “I know she did.”

“Then why assume she has come out of her grief.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I merely meant that…” he falls silent, scuffing his foot; something about being around Petrus made him feel like a child again. “I just miss her.”

The old man smiles sadly, laying a hand on his shoulder. “I know you do. Even though we all do, you do much more.” He squeezes before letting go. “Believe me, if she comes out, I will be the first to send her your way.”

Vasco nods, inhaling deeply as he puts the tricorn back on his head. “I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Safe travels to San Matheus, Captain.”

***

His heart stops in his chest the second that De Sardet hits the water and comes up once before the dress pulls her back down and Vasco is cussing a storm as he strips from his belts and coat down to his tunic, pants, and socks before diving overboard for her.

The water is freezing, shocking him to his core but the sun shines enough to lead him to the woman sinking down; he grasps her waist, pulling hard as he kicks his legs with fervor until they break the surface, and he sucks in air as a rope lands near him. He wraps it around his arm and tugs, waiting for the sailors to yank them aboard and when they do, his feet hit the ground, letting go of the rope as he lays De Sardet down on the deck.

She’s unmoving, cold, and unconscious, and Vasco yanks a sailor’s knife from his belt, cutting up the front laces of her corset, ripping it open, and she snaps awake, rolling onto her side with harsh coughs as water makes its way up her esophagus. He rubs at her back, taking the blanket from Jonas who’d gone into his cabin to get it from his bed, and lays it over her shoulders as she rests on her side, breathing heavily.

“De Sardet,” he calls softly. “Are you okay?” She nods, swallowing salt as she nods and shuts her eyes, feeling a shiver run down her body from the chill of the air on her thoroughly drenched body. Vasco gets the hint and picks her up with ease, barking, “Get us back to dock!” the sailors are in a frenzy as he makes his way to his cabin and shuts the door behind him, sitting her down on his trunk at the end of his bed.

He moves methodically, stripping her out of her wet dress and undergarments to her bareness before she can even stop him; he wraps her tight in the blanket before he goes over to his chest of drawers and changes from his own wet clothes before he returns with a long tunic and a pair of cotton pants. This time, he looks up towards the ceiling as she dresses herself, or at least tries to before she mutters, “I need help.”

Vasco looks down, sees her shaking hands, and gently helps her into the shirt and laces the pants so she’s dressed. He then takes her to the bed and situates her before he crawls in beside her, wrapping his arms and legs around her, warming her as best he can.

She breathes deeply and turns in his grip, nose brushing the column of his throat as she tries to practically get in his skin. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, and he hugs her tight.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. That jackass sailor ran into you.”

“That’s not what I’m sorry for,” she answers, and pulls back despite the warning in his throat, looking into his eyes. “I shut you out and you’re leaving. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Vasco, I never meant to push you away.” Tears fill her eyes and she’s almost blubbering at this point. “Please don’t leave me. I need you, Vasco. If I have to give this all up to come, I will, but please don’t leave this island without me.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” he calms, gently caressing her face. “Tempest, I’m not going anywhere.”

“But you’re—”

“I’m just going on a supply run to San Matheus.” He frowns. “Didn’t Petrus tel—” his scowl is much worse. “That old bastard.” Vasco lets out a sigh and takes her face in his hands. “I was simply going to San Matheus to deliver supplies and come back.” His golden eyes bore into hers. “My Tempest, I would never leave you. And even if I were to, I would never go without saying goodbye.”

Her expression is downright pitiful as she asks, “Promise?”

Vasco huffs fondly and he leans forward, pressing their foreheads together. “My Tempest, I swear on my honor as a Naut and my love for you.” He kisses her softly. “Rest, my Tempest. I’m here.” Her fingers clench in his tunic as she buries her face back into his chest, breathing in gunpowder, sea salt, and leather, letting sleep wash over her in his comfort.

[wolf-girld]

She doesn't know, what world she belongs to, but knows exactly, who her heart is given to.

Diana de Sardet