#oc: andras

[queenofthedork]

Bassist

[clavicuss-vile]

Starting to writeup my tes/da/bg wiki has got me having even more character thoughts. Currently I'm scrawling up an article on the battle of ostagar and it has me thinking about Duncan's Warden-Constable...

Because I have a multi-warden worldstate, so Duncan travels the West Road of the Imperial Highway and gathers Surana, Ser Jory, (Daveth? I can't remember where he's from), and the dalish kids,,,,

I'm still so so so undecided on what to do with a Brosca and Aeducan, but I want to chew on some characters for those, and also a Warden to help rescue Cousland would be helpful. Sooooo,,, Warden-Constable something Andras travelling the North Road of the highway to recruit?

Originally there are no wardens present to help Tabris but maybe a city elven Constable could be something to chew on. Cywren doesn't become a warden but there are definitely workarounds for that.

Then I have to decide if he dies with the wardens or if his story doesn't end there.

[iotaphora]

idc if you are or not, your learning about him.

Andras is based on the demon Andras from the lesser key of solomon. I like the idea that he was affected by the black water but it makes more sense for him to be a covenant of some sort.

he has a barn owls head, is scrawny with massive fuck off feathered wings and ran around naked with a giant ass sword in the woods most of his life until he became part of the scout post where he was forced to wear pants with a shirt being optional as long as he has his binder (a bunch of bandages) on. He cant speak because of the owl head but Violet is teaching him sign language.

some other facts about him jot notes style undercut

He stabbed Virgil when he first was at the scout post (he got stuck in a trap and was brought there for medical treatment, but ran away and Virgil tried stopping him)

He was born in fort freedom but was abandoned by his mom in the woods due to his resemblance to the demon Andras.

He is besties with wolves and physically attacked Huntington for trying to hunt a wolf

He eats rodents. whole. though the scout post is trying to get him to eat other things too.

Tried to teach Riot actual sword fighting but she kept insisting she was doing it 'cool style' and he was so horrified by her stance and technique he stopped talking to her for a week.

is very jealous Olivier can fly but he cant.

likes when Diggory info dump about random things to him. or at least Diggory thinks he does? its kinda hard to tell if he likes them or not. (he does)

welcome new followers. are you aware of my HFTH self insert oc Andras?

[too-many-lavellans]

Behold chibis of all our Dragon Age pcs (so far)!

[yamikuruku]

Gave one of my older eso ocs a new fit, trying to motivate myself to give him more love and attention again 👀

[andrabeets]

I dream of Deer Erma

--- Bonus mini Cherie under the cut

Fox wife loves her deer wife

[matrixsss]

In memory of Andras

For @tamlinweek day 3! I had to include our dearest bravest boy Andras! It is a bit of a sad one this time around, I am sorry, but I will be posting something I find funny later on!

Surprise!!! @highlordofkrypton I hope you don't mind me mentioning my favourite man ever Nyx Johannes Archeron in here, I could simply not resist it! So in a way this is also dedicated to you for always being so supportive and just an amazing human!

Read on AO3

Snippet below

***************** In memory of the brave ***************** **************************** Andras*******************************

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“Andras is..” Luciens’ throat closed up as he read the parchment, informing them of the passing of their dear friend. He did not need to finish the sentence for Tamlin to know what he had meant, what the parchment read. The blonde had been hopeful the parchment was another notice of failure from Andras.

Tamlin stared at the mohogany desk his eyes filling with tears he did not want to shed anymore. The entire court did not need to hear him weep and scream, he should be capable of holding himself together. But the reality of Andras being dead, dying for this court, for Prythian, left him with a powerful ache in his soul.

He could hear Lucien shutting the door to his office, probably weaving together a silencing spell around the room. At first a small whimper escaped him, he held onto the desk tighter, the wood splintering around his claws. Then followed the wailing, screams, crashing of things against the walls and floor. The ginger male only watched with silent tears flowing down his cheeks, he too grieving the loss.

It stopped as suddenly as it began, Tamlin kneeled on the floor, tears streaming down his red cheeks, sniffles escaping him. And he cried some more when he felt two familiar arms wrap around him. The two friends held each other as they cried letting the room fill with the sounds of their cries.

Dividers by the talented @olenvasynyt

[polysjmweek]

Day 6 Masterlist: Courage

Fanfic

"Applewood Embers and Honeyed Jasmine" by @whisperingmidnights (Lucien X Elain X Azriel)

"The Courage to Stay" by @sonics-atelier (Tamlin X Lucien X Andras)

"Catch Me When I Fall: Spring Time Affairs" by @nocasdatsgay (OC [Flora] X Tamlin X Elain X Lucien

"Secret Admirers" by @potatoplace (Reader X Feyre X Rhysand)

"A Few Beginnings" by @manicmanuscription (Reader X Feysand X Inner Circle X Lucien)

"Leap Of Faith" by @slytherin-pen (Reader X Hunt X Bryce)

"Locked Away" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Rowan X Lorcan X Fenrys X Gavriel)

"Can we kiss and make up?" by @daycourtofficial (Reader X Nesta X Azriel)

"you're the venom, i'm the serpent" masterlist by @throneofsapphics (Reader X Rowan X Aelin)

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

[emeraldkarma]

Something I’m working on.

[suntamer]

apology kiss for emaline/loghain 👀

OH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS. I got to write my first Emelaine x Loghain angst. 🖤

Loghain was learning, but still, he could be cruel. The Fereldan people who gathered inside of Vigil Keep's throne room were understandably vicious when it came to the Orlesian warden who was sent to care for the growing Grey Warden presence in Ferelden following the Blight. They each had their own grievances, whether they had suffered beneath Meghren themselves or carried their parents' wounds on their backs, and Emelaine could not hate them for their hatred. But as she grew closer to Loghain, she'd grown more comfortable with having him close, even knowing full well his feelings towards her people. Though, truly, her people was and always had been an exaggeration. She was an Orlesian elf, after all, and most humans only considered her the latter. Still, when the Fereldan petitioners bickered and spat and narrowed their eyes into silverite daggers, Emelaine felt a pang of wounded patriotism. What remained of her family was in Val Royeaux. Her two closest friends in the Wardens were from Montsimmard and the Deauvin Flats. Every song she knew was in Orlesian rather than the trade tongue, and growing up, her father called her ma lumi, said she glowed even in the dark. The worst of it was when Loghain joined in, when he laughed a little too hard at some old man's jest or when he raised his voice in agreement to some woman's comment about the occupation.

There was no brotherhood to be found in the Vigil. Whatever little home she'd built alongside the former teyrn and the pair of mages and the fallen noble's son was easily toppled by a harsh word. She walked around the edges of the chamber, picking up idle conversation with those who worked inside of the fortress and the few wardens who'd survived their recent Joinings, until she could no longer stand to be stared at. She disappeared without a word, and they were better off for it. Vigil Keep's library was no grand thing. Built deep inside of the fortress, there were no windows to allow natural light to creep through. Lit with only a pair of carefully contained candles, she found comfort away from the brightly burning fire, as well as the group of ravens that had come for her eyes. She found her favorite chair — a seat, tucked between two shelves, cushioned with stuffed leather and draped with the blanket she'd left behind, one she'd snatched from her bedroom early on in her stay at the Vigil — and reached for one of the books she'd been working on page by page. It was an old history book, more dust than ink, but the author had a winding sort of wit that reminded her of the books she'd devoured while being taught to read back in Jader. There were still some words that she could not quite understand, still some turns of phrases whose meanings remained elusive. On any other day, such a thing would not have conquered her, but brittle as she was from the day, there was no breaking through. She closed the book moments after she'd opened it and sank backwards, pulling her blanket close to her mouth to breathe in the comforting scent of her own perfume. It was faded after months inside of the library, but she could catch some on every other breath. Emelaine shut her eyes. The unsure whine of the library door's hinges pulled them right back open. She pulled herself up from her half-slouched position and slid her book into its place on the shelf at her side. "Who is it?" she called out. When the person did not immediately respond, she realized she'd reached for Orlesian rather than the language she'd gotten used to using here in Ferelden. It was a comfort, but one she had to deny herself. "Who is it?" "Loghain." Emelaine's heart bolted for her throat. She coughed in surprise, then cleared her throat, her palms pushing against the arms of the chair to lift herself onto her feet. "I was not gone that long," she said. "Did you abandon your court, Warden-Commander?" The man's sigh was an embittered one. "It is not my court." "What are you for them instead of a king?" Her own tone soured as she reached the end of the long shelves and turned towards the sound of his voice. Her sadness made her feel small, even in her armor, even armed with all of her life experiences. It was absurd that such a big feeling could make her feel miniscule, meaningless. "Are you their jester? Where are your bells, hm? Your motley?" Frustration crossed Loghain's steely features. His mouth tightened and his eyes turned up towards the ceiling rather than moving to find her where she stood.

"I don't know what I've done to cross you," he began once he'd swept the annoyance from his features. She knew he still felt it, though. She could tell. "I would appreciate some measure of clarity." And then, just as she feared, his voice softened. His eyes softened. Even the way he held himself softened. "What have I done, Emelaine?" "You laughed." Her voice shook. She hated that about herself. She hated so much about herself, but she hated that in particular. "When Lady Marbren claimed that the Orlesian wardens had raided his stores for wine and asked for recompense, you laughed," Emelaine murmured. Her hands curled in hard against her palm, nails biting against flesh. "Justice, Nathaniel, and I killed a group of bandits who'd been stealing from her since the Blight started." Loghain's lips parted. He took a step forward to bridge what remained of the gap between them, but stopped short when Emelaine took a sudden step back. "She thanked me." "Emelaine..." "When is a joke no longer a joke, Loghain?" Again, her voice wavered. Her nose wrinkled in distaste she aimed directly at herself. "My father had not yet met my mother when the occupation ended. I did no harm to these people. I did no harm to you." Tears crept in hot, but she kept them at bay. She blinked and bite at the delicate flesh of the inside of her cheek. "You know better than most how I feel about Orlais and its many failings. You know." She looked to him, and she knew how she looked. She knew that her cheeks flushed bright pink when she was angry, when she was sad. She knew that her ears reddened and her eyes shone like a puppy's. It was a weakness, one of many that she carried with her. "But these people are not aiming their hatred at my country. They are aiming their hatred towards me." Loghain's steps were heavy things. He strode to her without another squandered moment of hesitation, and before she could scamper away, he reached for her. His hands were strong where they gripped the sides of her face, and the glimpse she caught of his face offered no explanation towards his feelings. Sometimes, she could read him no better than the book she'd so recently reached for. What she understood was the sound of his voice when he whispered her name a second time. She understood the tender kisses he pressed to her forehead — the first, the second, the third. They were his apology, and they were not good enough. She knew they were not good enough. The fourth, though... Loghain exhaled against her brow and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her flush against his chest as he tangled his fingers deep into her hair. "I have laughed at the expense of the Orlesians for longer than I have not," he said, rubbing his thumb against the nape of her neck as he picked over his own words more carefully than he ever had with her before. "I did not mean to wound you, Emelaine." Emelaine twisted her hands into his tunic rather than continuing to shred her own palms. She didn't want to hurt. "But you did." "I know," Loghain whispered. "Please do not laugh with them." She breathed slowly to protect herself from the pain welling up in her chest. "Not about me... Please, never about me. I do not want to be a joke to you."

[queenofthedork]

New band unlocked

[clavicuss-vile]

decided duncan's warden-constable survived the battle of ostagar (on account of being sent to get aid from the marcher wardens instead) because i got too attached to the character for him i've created in my head

[emilynyaesmp]

“Doctor I can’t tell if I’m not me…”

TEEHEE THE CORRUPTION ARC MY BELOVED <33333

Um yeah so this is a re-make of this video I made when the server was quite new but I’m actually quite proud of both I think I rlly cooked

ANYWAY

ft. @cheesefromthegreatbeyond @eddithink @mochazoo

Ppl of interest: @criminalcinnamon @fr-likes-chocolate @voidy-lux (idk if you WANT to be a person of interest??? But. You are now bro /j)

[cheesefromthegreatbeyond]

Andras got his swag on idk

[osteochondraldefect]

the department got matching shirts<3 or well. mostly matching

[andrabeets]

Messy Cherpherd kiss doodle for pride month

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