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🔪 Sasha Week 🔪 Day seven: Scars (physical and emotional) twitter post [ID: A digital drawing of Sasha Rackett from Rusty Quill Gaming, kneeling reverently in front of an Artemisian shrine of sorts, where two green-flamed candles are lit, among other clearly older unlit ones. She’s wearing a big white toga and brown leather sandals, her hands, loosely closed, are resting on her legs, her head gently bowed, eyes closed and expression relaxed. She has black hair, a circle shaped patch of them completely white and frizzier. From her cheek, down to her neck stretches a darker burn scar, and on her left hand (mostly covered by her right one) can be seen a stringy blue scar. Behind her there are the remains of a ruined temple wall and three columns, lit from behind by a sunset, casting yellow lights and orange shadows on the scene. End ID]

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[Image description: a drawing of Grizzop and Sasha from Rusty Quill Gaming.  Grizzop is a dark green goblin with red eyes.  His ears are pierced and he wears a metal chest plate.  Sasha is a human woman wearing a studded leather jacket, tan pants and tall brown boots.

Sasha is sitting on the ground with grizzop standing over her.  Sasha looks up at Grizzop and appears upset.  Grizzop is grabbing Sasha’s jacket in one hand and is pointing at her with the other hand.  He has a foot braced against her stomach and is angrily yelling.  To the left is text that reads “YOU are more important than a THING.” ]

Sasha Week Day 5: Experiences

Grizzop: “Your life has value and you are important” Sasha: “???”

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[ID: an illustration of Sasha Racket, torso-up from the back. She is topless, with a red falcon scar on her back. Her hair is black, with a single spot of white, and she is looking down with her arms wrapping across her chest. Two golden wings sprout from her sides, stretching upwards. Above here, there are three lined white daggers, all pointing down at her head. The background is a slightly cloudy dark texture.]

Scars and guilt can blind you to your own radience and worth.

Sasha week 2021 day 7: Scars

Managed to find time to sneak in a piece for the day 7 prompt. Had to make it extra sad by incorporating Grizzop vibes into it as well 😔

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The final day of @sashaweek!  Today’s prompt was Scars.

I couldn’t do a Sasha themed event and not throw some Aphroguedite in there, so have some soft girlfriends.

Thank you to everyone who ran and participated this week!  It was so fun and amazing to see what everyone came up with for our favorite stabby rogue <3

Sasha glowered at her reflection.  No matter which way she rearranged her hair, that bright white spot was particularly evident, and she hated it.  Not that she cared much for her other scars, particularly the one on her back from Bertie, but this one annoyed her the most.

Sure, she could grow her hair out and hope to hide that one patch, but long hair was impractical, and the bleached area would probably grow longer and more unsightly too.

“Knock knock,” Azu called as she gently rapped her knuckles against the door.  “Everything alright?  You’ve been in here a while.”

Sasha tried once more to cover the white hair with her dark locks, to no avail.

“I hate this hair,” she groaned.  “This white spot, it just…”

“Why don’t you like it?”

“Look at it!  It looks so wrong.  Like, I know that the thing that gave it to me was wrong too, but I wish I didn’t have a reminder of it every time I see my reflection.”

“May I?”  Azu asked, holding open her arms.  She respected Sasha’s boundaries, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t always ready to offer a hug, particularly when her beloved was having a hard time.

Sasha leaned sideways into the embrace.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.  It can’t be easy to remember what happened.  But, for what it’s worth, and it is in no way meant to say your feelings aren’t legitimate: I really like it.”

“You do?”

Azu giggled.  “I do.  I think it’s cute.”

With a mock scowl, Sasha looked up at Azu from where she still rested in her arms.  “I’m not cute.”

Azu laughed, and Sasha smiled at the sound.  She wasn’t thrilled about being considered cute, but for Azu, she didn’t mind so much.  

“We can always try dying it again, if you’d like,” Azu suggested.

“Nah, it didn’t work last time.  I’ll just have to get used to it.  Which I think will be easier since I know you like it.”

“I don’t want you to try and accept it for my sake.  I… Sasha, I love all of your scars, because they mean that you’re here.  You have survived so many unthinkable things, and yet you are here, alive, in my arms.  Scars or no scars, I love you the same, and I am grateful that none of those injuries took you away.”

Sasha looked away from where Azu still held her and scanned her appearance in the mirror.  The white hair, the burns on her neck, and the blue scars on her hand were bright and vibrant reminders of the things she’d been through.  It was easier to avoid examining the autopsy scars or the imprint of Bertie’s falcon armor; she just wore clothes that kept them hidden at all times.  

But she also remembered how Azu delicately traced the lines of each scar with her fingertips and kissed them.  How, when Sasha’s hand burned cold with the memory of the ice dagger exploding, Azu held it tight until it warmed up.  How Azu never shied away from the marred parts of Sasha, and loved her all the same.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be totally okay with them,” Sasha admitted.  “But if you don’t think they’re ugly or gross or bad, then, maybe it’ll be easier for me to try and get used to them.”

“If you want me to or need me to, I will remind you every day that your scars do not define you. None of them do.  Not the ones on the outside or on the inside.”  Azu pressed a slow kiss to Sasha’s temple, right on top of the white patch of hair.  “And I will be there to help comfort them when they start to ache.”

“I know you will.” Sasha turned toward Azu now and hugged her back.  “I think that with you here and with things finally quieting down a bit, I can finally start to heal.”

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Hi!!! For @sashaweek​ I’ve made an animatic!!! Its a PMV to the song Arrow by Half Alive! Please check it out!!! :D

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@sashaweek Day 7: Scars. Last one! Hell yeah! 

Word Count: 1.1k

CWs: Depictions of injury/scars, blood, implied/referenced child abuse.

Summary: Everything hurts. Everything hurts and she can feel her body breaking down and she wonders how it can ever be okay. Even if it’s never going to get better, at least Zolf is there to help her handle it.

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Scars

Last day of the @sashaweek event!

[ID: a colored digital art depicting of two half body Sasha Rackett from rusty quill gaming. Sasha is a white rogue human, she has a half shaved black hair, has burnt and scratch scars on her face, wears a black and spiky leather jacket and black gloves. The first Sasha on the left-hand side depicts her standing closer with one hand touching a glass tube, her expression is somewhat sad and intense. The glass tube has water in it and few tentacles floating around. The second Sasha on the right-hand side is showing her back to the viewer and is half naked. Her back is covered with a golden falcon tattoo, it is glowing and there are some scars on both arms. The background is colored maroon. End ID]

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I’m late for Sasha Week Day #5 Rome. I wanted to show off life around the villa with whatever wacky ancient adventures await when you have responsibilities and are suddenly the adult in the room. Image description beneath the break. 

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@sashaweek day seven: scars [ID: full-length coloured digital art of Sasha from RQG. Sasha is a human woman with short black hair with a small white patch, sticking straight up. She is wearing a thigh-length studded leather black jacket over a blue gambeson with two crossed brown belts on her hips. She is also wearing black trousers and boots, and navy blue fingerless gloves. She is stood with her arms crossed and is glancing forward with a slightly worried expression. Over the top is stylised red line art depicting Sasha’s scar; a burn mark on her face and neck, falcon wings drawn over her shoulders, a large cross-shape on her chest, sharp teeth drawn around the patch of white hair, and lightning coming off her left hand. The background is dark blue with a light blue circle behind Sasha. End ID.]

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/28812936/chapters/71011542

@sashaweek scars. Or, in summary, I think Sasha should get tattoos. As a treat.

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It’s the last day of Sasha Week! Thank you all so much for participating; it’s been amazing to see so much content for Sasha, and we’re so grateful to all of you for what you’ve created. We’ll definitely be doing something like this again.

Today’s final theme is scars (physical and emotional).

[ID: a simple graphic, with “Sasha Week 2021, Day 7, scars” in the center. The background is a light cream color, and there are two dark red lineart daggers on either side of the text, one pointed toward the top and one pointed toward the bottom.]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bi Ming Gusset & Sasha Racket Characters: Bi Ming Gusset, Sasha Racket, Rakevine, Eldarion (Rusty Quill Gaming) Additional Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship, Pre-Canon, Found Family, [POINTS] THATS HER DAD, Fluff and Angst, Childhood Trauma, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Gang Violence, sasha’s childhood is heavily referenced so just that as a whole trigger tag, Healing from trauma, Domestic Fluff, (kinda?) Series: Part 4 of sasha week 2021 Summary:

The girl sitting in the chair across from Bi Ming looks like she’s carrying the weight of the world on one shoulder and a massive chip on the other. She’s young, maybe about 16 years old, rail-thin (too thin) and nearly deathly pale, with her dark hair, shorn short and uneven by an unskilled hand, hanging lifelessly around her face. A product of Other London, sat in his shop like she’d rather be anywhere else in the world but there.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/28812936/chapters/70938996

@sashaweek day 6- rome

Excerpt- The streets were red with blood. That is a line repeated oft in books, the exaggeration of a massacre, but no. It was like the very walls were bleeding in Rome. Every step Sasha took threw her off balance, because every step was thick and sticky under her feet, and the child she had grabbed from the arms of a dead mother was wailing, drenched in the same red-brown that the streets were.

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@sashaweek Day 6: Rome. Found family time!

Word Count: 1.4k

CWs: Abandonment, injury, implied parent and sibling death, childhood trauma

Summary: Sasha was an orphan once, a long time ago. She had people who found her, saved her. Gave her a home. She couldn't save Grizzop, couldn't save the world with the rest, but she can save them.

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Day 6 of @sashaweek: Rome

A few days had passed since Sasha and Grizzop arrived in Ancient Rome.

A few days since the dragons – the future meritocrats – destroyed the city.

A few days since Grizzop had died.

Sasha still didn’t know how to process everything.  She was trapped in the past, and she was alone.  Rome continued to burn in the distance, but the initial damage was done and there was no sign of the dragons returning.

Cicero and Sasha met up with a few other survivors on the edge of the destroyed area, and together they ran small scouting parties into the edge of the wreckage to see if they could find anyone else alive or supplies they could use.  Food, clothing, weapons, anything that might be even halfway useful or potentially traded.  It wasn’t as if any of them had a home anymore.

At least Sasha could relate to that.

She found herself responsible for securing the makeshift camps the survivors made, where they could rest, heal the injured, and do their best to handle the total annihilation of everything they knew.  Most of the survivors were regular civilians, so Sasha called on every survival factoid that Grizzop had imparted to her.  He was still helping, in his way.

Sasha saw a handful of her new companions coming long before they neared the camp, and kept her eye on them the whole time they approached, just in case something attacked them. She remembered the monsters they’d faced in modern Rome – or future Rome, as it were – but didn’t know when they might start to manifest.  At least for now, the group remained unscathed from those sorts of perils.

The group approached, many of them carrying bags filled with supplies, foodstuffs, and spare clothing, but one cradled a medium sized object in their arms.

“We found a child.”

Because Sasha had the most level head in the crisis, many people looked to her for advice and leadership. She could dart through the shadows with ease and her stoicism was mistaken for calm composure when her heart was screaming nonstop.

Though she still had trouble with the Latin language, she did her best to reply, this time with a shrug. What was she supposed to do with a kid?

“What should we do with it?” The person asked.

“Take care of it, I guess?” Sasha replied.  She wasn’t about to abandon the kid in the wilderness, but she didn’t know the first thing about childcare, especially not when they were living in the middle of nowhere on the edge of a burning city.

They readjusted the child in their arms.  “What should we call it?”

“Doesn’t it have a name?”

It was their turn to shrug. “I don’t think it’s even old enough to speak.  Atlius found a few other children too.  Most of them are old enough to walk, but few are speaking.  Can’t say I blame them, given everything.  He should be coming up soon with them.  We’ll probably need names for some of them too.”

Sasha hadn’t expected to find many kids.  She hadn’t expected to find any survivors at all, truthfully.  Her head spun; they would need a more permanent location if they were going to be taking in so many people, so many children.

“I don’t know any Roman names,” she replied.  “Not besides the few of you.  You know I’m not really from around here.”

“Surely you know some names, though.  People you know.”

“Can’t you come up with names?”  It seemed a big responsibility to be put on Sasha’s shoulders.

“But… I thought you might want to.  You’ve been leading us, so…”

Sasha felt all of the air get kicked out of her.  She didn’t want to lead, she didn’t want anyone to look up to her.

But if that was what it took for them to survive, then maybe she could manage it.

Yeah, I know some names, but they’re not Roman.”

“We can sort that out. We can change them around if we need to.”

“Well, in that case…” Sasha thought to herself, and remembered Grizzop, Hamid, Azu, Zolf, Wilde, Brock… “I think I know some people who we could name these kids after.  People that deserve that sort of honor, I guess.”

If Sasha was to create a home in the past, she would want to remember them and carry them with her, even if she would never see them again.  They had given her a family and protected her and loved her, though she never felt she deserved it.

Now, maybe she could give these kids a home.  Maybe she could give them a family.

And they could have the childhood and life Sasha never thought she could have, not until that chance encounter, two thousand years in the future, in an alleyway in London.

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🔪 Sasha Week 🔪  Day six: Rome  (it was supposed to be about the found family, but then I got overexcited about the Domus Aurea.) twitter post [ID: A digital drawing of a scene from RQG121, colored only in dark beige, the lineart and shading made to look like it was done in dark brown pencil. It shows one side of the Octagonal Hall of Nero’s Domus Aurea, seen from near the floor, so that the domed, broken ceiling can be seen, as well as the rectangular brick doorways leading out of the Hall and into a darker part of the building. The ceiling has an Oculus: a circular opening at its summit. Two figures in dark cloaks, seen from behind, are looking up at the ruined part of the ceiling, where a whole section of it is missing, while between them a black wobbly stain is suspended in the air. Right over one doorway, where the ceiling leads to the open, Sasha, wearing a dark cloak too, is crouching on the rubble, looking at the figures and the black stain in the air. Behind her a pale orange sky stretches out, a bright orange sun high, and a big dark creature can be seen flying around. End ID]

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🔪 Sasha Week 🔪 Day five: Experiences

twitter post [ID: A digital drawing of Sasha Rackett from Rusty Quill Gaming from episode 15. She’s trying to shut a barn door, while an explosion tries to get out. The fire from the explosion seeps out also from the spaces between the wooden planks that make up the barn, and Sasha is shielding her face with her arm, already moving to get away. End ID]