I love meta humor, so I’ve decided to chronicle the adventures of Dena, Watermelon Merchant Extraordinaire, as she deals with PCs mucking about her world. This pretty much all started because I thought it would be hilarious for someone to fall in love with Thurmain, the bank teller in Divinity’s Reach who constantly tells you he’s rich, you know.
Six lovely ladies (in no real order) from a thing I am doing, made up using Rinmaru’s video game heroine dollmaker what’s it please add the thief class soon ;;w;; The outfits are more indicative of personality than anything else.
First is Claire, a healer from France. She’s a quiet, nervous sort of person with a deep love for medicine.
Honoria is literally everything that is wrong with rich white people. She makes enchanted items and uses them to enhance her everything, is spoiled rotten, and generally terrible in every way.
In blue is Lydia, the gossip monger, agent of the shadow broker, and the primary reason the game needs a thief class stat. My babbu. She knows everything about everyone and how to assassinate them.
George (Georgiana) sees your societal norms and gives no fucks about them. Literally none. The only reason she abides by them is her little sister.
Desiree, George’s little sister, is a sweetheart who doesn’t really know how to say “no.” But she will learn.
Last is Sophie, technically the main character. She is loyal to a fault and absolutely fabulous. She starts off as Desiree’s lady’s maid but gets fired. So she goes on to be wildly successful in other ways.
A bit of that thing I keep talking about. Thoughts are welcome. It’s from the middle of the third chapter, so some bits might not make sense.
So I did this thing, and it was awesome, and I just reblogged some amazing art that you should really check out. You can find the master post here on LJ, but here’s the fic anyway because you all care about Carrow being a dumbass.
Incentive to read: Carrow ges locked up in Aeonar.
1/Ferelden
He no longer knew how many days he’d been imprisoned. Each day bled into the next, every passing minute the same eternity as the last. They’d dumped him in a cell without a roof, exposed to the blistering hot sun. His burns had long since bubbled and blistered, the cruel touch of the sun scalding his pale skin. His lips cracked and bled, and his dry tongue pressed into the creases, searching out any drop of moisture it could find. They gave him water every third day, just enough to keep him sane.
Sanity.
Demons tore at his mind every moment of the day, throwing themselves against the thin veil of his sanity. When he slept, they slipped into his dreams, twisting them until he woke screaming. He forced himself to stay awake as long as possible, but then they came to him in deranged hallucinations. He would have sobbed had he moisture to spare. Instead, he clawed at his eyes. The templars must have found it amusing; they did nothing to help.
Moar DAO/BJT drabbles. I think I may have hit a rhythm with them, but I’m not sure. I suppose I need to stop going “THIS IS NOT HOW ANNE BISHOP WOULD WRITE THIS SCENE.” That would help. What’s funny is that I suspect I’m going to spend the most time in Sten and Zevran’s heads the more I write, if only because Sten doesn’t know anything about the Blood and Zevran (in spite of not being Blood) knows a lot and how to explain it.
Feedback would be appreciated, if you can spare the time to read a few! Some are definitely better than others, and I need to tighten my grasp on some voicing.
I really like the overall blending of the two universes. Out of all the drabbles, though, the first one is by far the best. I don’t have any specific concrit for the others at the moment, but the feel of that first one is amazing.
It’s actually the only one of the group I like. The others feel too forced. BUT GOOD. This is helpful, actually, since I feel like there’s a rather significant tonal difference between the first and the others.
Moar DAO/BJT drabbles. I think I may have hit a rhythm with them, but I’m not sure. I suppose I need to stop going “THIS IS NOT HOW ANNE BISHOP WOULD WRITE THIS SCENE.” That would help. What’s funny is that I suspect I’m going to spend the most time in Sten and Zevran’s heads the more I write, if only because Sten doesn’t know anything about the Blood and Zevran (in spite of not being Blood) knows a lot and how to explain it.
Feedback would be appreciated, if you can spare the time to read a few! Some are definitely better than others, and I need to tighten my grasp on some voicing.
Some drabbles to help me with my round two DA Big Bang fic. For whatever reason, I’m having trouble getting into it. I don’t like them at all, but oh well. This may be one of those times I just grit my teeth and write through it, since I feel like this whole undertaking will be one of those “it was better in my head” artistic moments.
Whenever I write, I do little graphics to help me keep track of things. This is for my round two DA Big Bang fic, tentatively titled 13, or Thirteen, or something. It’s a DAO/Black Jewels Trilogy fusion fic because I love crossovers/fusions and have no shame about it.
I’m doing my best to remain true to both sources as much as possible - which necessitates a female lead. Because of the political atmosphere (which plays a part in this fic), the female lead needs to be a Cousland, hence default Cousland name. Because I don’t want to spoil too many plot points (namely how the two worlds combine), I’m not going to say much more, but if you’re curious, you can read my notes. Otherwise, you can just enjoy the (moderately) attractive typesetting?
Regarding Jewel and Caste rank - those of you familiar with BJT may not agree with them, but I have reasons for everyone being placed where they are. If you’re interested in said reasoning, shoot me an ask - preferably not anon, so we can chitchat without clogging up dashes. :3
forestpelt asked: Do you think maybe you would draw a house-plan thing for the Fredrickson's house in Family Ties? I've got my own version of the house in my head, but I'm curious to how you see it. (also, I'm the one who asked about a sequel earlier, haha)
Here is a terribly proportioned floorplan for you!
Here is the first floor.
Like I said, the proportions are probably wrong, but hey. :3
Also, if you’re curious to see, have my character notes: page one, page two.
Welp. This tragedy is finally done. I have a lot of feels. And they are pretty much all right here. If you want to skip a lot of the lame bits, do a ctrl+f for They stood in the shuttle bay. That’s where most of the catharsis happens. Though to be honest, it’s probably the worst thing I’ve ever written.
It’s really hard to convey what it’s like.
Death, Be Not Proud
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