#ch: yelena kazimir

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tagged by @girlbosselrond & @devilbrakers to make some elf (+ elf adjacent_ gals in this fun lil meiker :) thank u both !

devora sybille (dnd) / yelena kazimir (shoh) tempest (dnd) / leta mahariel (dao)

idk who to tag bc so many ppl have done this so ! if u see this n wanna do it u can tag me :)

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tagged my @aartyom to make some gals in this cute new picrew !

nínim (skyrim) / yelena kazimir (shoh) / runa winesong (dnd)

tagging: @anoras @montliyets @trvelyans @lavinet @narshadda & anyone else who wants to do it!

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tagged by @aartyom @denerims & @sanguinettii to take this quiz for my ocs ! thank u all :) decided to take it for my more artsy gals

tagging: @lavampira @swordcoasts @aelyosos @pearlysgates @arborstone @calenhads & you ! if you’ve already been tagged my apologies !!

WHAT KIND OF ART WOULD SOMEONE MAKE ABOUT YOU?

karmilla de vries - dragon age

films | you are wild and there’s no way for your essence to be captured in a frozen format. you are a character and the only way to describe you is to capture you in motion. you are electric. people are naturally drawn to you because you exude confidence. everything you do, you seem to know what your next step is. you are the muse to many, even if you don't know it, but deep down you do. people tend to fall in love with the idea of which i'm sure can be exhausting.

yelena kazimir - shepherds of haven

novels | you fall in love easily and hard, and you are the image that pops into someone’s brain when they think of a love interest. you are a romantic and find yourself falling in love a hundred times a day because your imagination is wild and certainly knows how to get the best of you. you are soft and delicate and need to be handled with care, because a heartbreak would break you into a million pieces. you don’t want much else except to be loved and to love. you want to live out your wildest dreams, and the person that loves you can't help but let their imagination run wild with you.

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🎃 for yelena peas!

🎃 + an oc for their halloween costume

elvira !!! she'd go all out for it lmao

+ alt gomez & morticia couples costume for her & trouble <3

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🖊 + yelena? 🖤

send “🖊 + an OC“ and i will talk about that OC <3

i decided the other day that yelena wears all black simply so she doesn't have to decide on a color to wear every day. the fact that most of her clothing is sleeveless removes another element of choice as well, so she's basically hacked her wardrobe lmao

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completely forgot i had these in my drafts but. here.

template cred

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crying screaming throwing up etc at this wonderful commission by @deeplord of my dear girl yelena kazimir !! thank you so much for this amazing piece ! ♥️♥️♥️

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pay no attention to the hair bc i’m unhappy with it but i drew up one of yelena’s casual day off outfits 🖤

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the trouble with trouble

fandom: shepherds of haven, property of @shepherds-of-haven summary: Briony relays the events of this conversation with Trouble to Yelena because they’re besties. For all of Yelena’s directness, the idea of voicing her romantic feelings is proving to be pretty difficult. notes: they’re both idiots and i adore them.

Yelena listened to Briony recount her recent conversation with Trouble. She didn’t say a word the entire time, which kind of unnerved Briony. She simply listened from the seat of her desk, only moving to steeple her fingers together and press them to her mouth, eyebrows furrowed. When the strongwoman concluded, she looked at her friend, waiting for some sort of answer or reaction.

Yelena sighed.

“So you see my problem.”

Briony flopped back on Yelena’s bed where she had been sitting, running a hand down her face, “If that conversation frustrated me, I can only imagine how you feel, Lena.”

“I just–” The mage stood up, the aggravation within proving too much as she started pacing around her room. “I can’t–He–”

“Take your time,” Briony said. Yelena clenched her hands before throwing them up in the air and groaning, flopping down on the bed next to Briony.

“I’m in love with an idiot,” the mage finally relented, covering her face with her hands.

“At least you know he likes you?” Briony offered, trying to be helpful.

“Then why does he keep insisting we’re just friends?” Yelena asked, peeking at the other woman through her fingers.

“He confused me quite a bit with the whole thing, but I think he knows there’s something between the two of you, he just doesn’t know how to act on it because you’re ‘such good friends,’” Briony said. “You might have to make the first move here, Lena.”

Yelena took her hands away from her face, looking at Briony like she was mad.

“And say something stupid to screw it all up? Absolutely not.”

Briony looked back at her, sitting up on the bed to give her an incredulous look, “You cannot seriously be telling me that you, of all people, are incapable of being straightforward with your intentions.”

“I thought I had been up until now!” Yelena said, shooting up defensively.

“What exactly have you said to him?”

Yelena bit the inside of her cheek. “Well, I mean, I haven’t–I haven’t really said anything…I mean, there was that first time he took me to that tavern, the barkeep asked if we were friends or friends and I said we were getting there, but…I thought I was being pretty obvious, at least physically! I’ve practically sat in his lap during breakfast before, we’ve shared drinks and hells, we’ve even kissed each other on the cheek, I–”

Briony cut her off with a raise of her hand, “You do realize this is Trouble we’re talking about, right? At this point, the only way he’s going to realize you like him back is if you paint it on the walls of the compound.”

“He’d probably think it was a vandal.”

“Honestly, yeah, probably.”

Yelena sighed, bringing her legs up to hug to her chest. Briony put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“This is so stupid. I…I’ve never felt like this for someone before. It all feels so…juvenile,” Yelena said, deflating a little. “I don’t wanna mess anything up.”

She felt like a kid again, talking about childish crushes that only went as far as Zori and her giggling and running away when they were near. She’d never had any sort of serious relationship. She was a traveler, a wanderer, only going where her caravan jobs took her, so any relations she had were always kept to short trysts with other caravan guards. The possibility of anything long term just hadn’t been in the cards until now and that scared her. There was the probability, no matter how small, that she had been completely misreading Trouble the entire time and if she said anything it would become awkward between them. The anxious thought was enough to eat her alive.

“I just really, really like him, Briony,” she said after a moment of silence. “He’s funny and kind and passionate and thoughtful. When he looks at me sometimes I feel like I’m floating. Watching him shoot a target a mile away is honestly incredible, not to mention attractive as hell. He’s been one of the few people to stand up to anyone spewing anti-Diminished nonsense at me, went as far as getting in a tavern brawl because of it, which, admittedly, was also kind of attractive. Not to mention the way he looks after he’s done training–”

“Okay, okay, I get the picture,” Briony said with a small laugh. “You’re both crazy for each other but don’t have the guts to tell each other. I hate to break it to you, but eventually one of you is going to have to make a move, or the entire compound is going to become exhausted by the both of you.”

“I know, I know,” Yelena sighed, pulling at the ends of her raven black hair. “It’s all so nerve-wracking. I don’t want to make things different between us by saying anything, but I might explode if I don’t.”

She reached over to throw her arms over Briony, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Thanks for telling me about what he said, even if it was confusing and a bit frustrating for you,” Yelena laughed.

“I couldn’t not tell you,” Briony grinned as she let go. “At the very least I needed to tell someone or I’d go insane. You can do me a favor by bucking up and telling him you want to be more than friends so that I don’t have to listen to either of you lament the other.”

Yelena rolled her eyes, elbowing Briony in the arm with a smile.

“You’ll be the first person to know if I do,” she laughed.

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healing hands

Summary: Trouble comes to Yelena’s door late at night.

Notes: ok i’ve finally finished what i think is a rite of passage for all trouble-mancers: having your mc heal him after he got in a fight <3 he belongs to @shepherds-of-haven but yelena is mine :) enjoy !

The soft sounds of the city of Haven drifted in through Yelena’s window as she prepared to settle down for the night. She hardly ever went to sleep at a decent time, but she did her best to make a relaxing atmosphere just in case sleep decided to come early; incense gave the room a bit of a lavender-scented haze, as well as the pipe of slow burning charch the mage had between her lips. Her bed was piled in old quilts and pillows she’d bought from the markets in Ashtown, the only light in the room being the grouping of candles she had on her desk, and she had even finally washed her favourite sleep clothes the other day for maximum coziness.

Currently, she sat on her bed with her sketchbook in her lap, and with a yawn, thought she might actually fall asleep before two in the morning.

That was, until a soft knock came from her door.

Yelena sighed, tossing her sketchbook onto her pillow and wiping the charcoal dust on her hands onto her pants before getting up. The knock didn’t sound too urgent, so it obviously wasn’t Blade or Tallys coming to her with sudden news. Sometimes she and Briony would hang out after hours in her room, though the strongwoman was out on a mission, so it couldn’t have been her. Maybe Caine was having trouble sleeping again? Or Chase leaving another note updating her on his progress?

Despite how frequently her usual thoughts turned to him, she didn’t expect Trouble to be outside her door, his face a canvas of black and blue and blood down the front of his shirt, a guilty smile on his lips. Yelena’s eyes went wide.

“Trouble! What in the name of the gods happened to you?!” she hissed, pulling away the pipe still between her teeth. The look on her face must not have been pleasant the way the gunslinger shrunk a little under it, despite having a full six inches on her in height.

Trouble held up his gloved hands–there were a few smatterings of blood across the knuckles, Yelena noticed–in an attempt to calm her down. This only enraged her more.

“Gods, Trouble–”

“Can you at least let me explain first?! You’re going to wake the whole compound!” Despite trying his best to whisper so as not to wake anyone, his voice came out more in a particularly loud stage-whisper. A door handle a few rooms down started to jiggle and at that, Yelena pulled the man inside by his shirt collar in a flurry, closing the door behind him.

Yelena turned on him as soon as she felt the lock latch.

“Explain yourself,” she demanded, putting the charch pipe back to her mouth before crossing her arms.

Trouble bit his lip, only to hiss in pain and stop due to the split in it. He had spent most of the walk here running his tongue along his teeth, making sure every one of them was still in his mouth and not loose.

“God, okay, just–just listen, alright?” he started. “I swear it wasn’t a bar fight this time, I promise.”

“Then what was it? Who did–” Yelena gestured to his face with the pipe, “–that to you?”

If Trouble didn’t know any better, he swore he could hear the undercurrent of concern and a little bit of protective rage under her words.

“I was on the way back from the bar this time. A few streets away from the compound I heard a scream in an alleyway and, well, you know me–I couldn’t just keep walking,” he said. For a moment, Yelena’s anger seemed to falter, her shoulders relaxing and her expression softening. Of course she knew he couldn’t walk away from someone in peril. Of course.

“So I go to check it out, right?” he continued, pacing the length of her room now. “I come up on two men built like brick walls cornering a lady with her dress all torn and–”

Yelena held up a hand for him to stop. She didn’t need to know much more to realize this wasn’t just another scrap.

“Did you get her back home safely?” she asked, blowing a bit of smoke out of the corner of her mouth.

Trouble nodded, perhaps a bit too roughly the way it made the headache forming in his temples flare. A beat of silence passed before she spoke again.

“Did you fuck ‘em up?”

Trouble grinned and gave a slower nod.

“Good. You’re forgiven,” Yelena said, the corner of her mouth quirked slightly. “But…why did you come to me? Surely there’s someone awake in the compound’s infirmary.”

“Welllll…” Trouble drew out, a hand going to rub the back of his neck, “The head healer told me that he was done ‘expending resources’ to heal my dumbass–whatever that means–and not to show up if I’m not dying or don’t have mission-related injuries.”

“Can he do that? You’re Vice-Commander.”

He shrugged and paused his pacing to look at her, “True, but…you tend to have a gentler hand when it comes to healing anyways.”

His eyes flicked down to her hands. Even now before bed, she had on a few bracelets and rings and the dark paint on her fingernails was chipped almost to nothing. If he had his way, Trouble would never want any other hands patching him up.

With that thought, he gave a short cough before looking back up at her.

“So what do you say? I’ll owe you one,” he said with a wink.

Yelena rolled her eyes fondly and nodded towards her bed, “Sit down.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The bed sunk under his weight as he sat, careful not to sit on her discarded sketchbook as he did. Unexpectedly, she climbed up on the bed next to him, sitting on her knees. She softly took his chin with her finger and turned his head to face her. Now, the two were no strangers to physical affection–when they were together, it was rare that Trouble’s arm wasn’t over her shoulder or her arm wasn’t linked with his. But now, in the quiet of her room, on her bed with the fading sounds of the city coming in through the window, the simple act of her finger guiding his chin was enough to make his face heat. It felt…intimate.

“Put this over there for me, will you?” she asked, holding out her pipe to him. He caught a whiff of raspberry as he took it from her and placed it on the desk.

“Why do you use a pipe anyhow?” he asked as her hands began to glow softly. He could feel the bruises being pulled from his face as she worked.

Her eyebrows knit together as she slowly ghosted her hands along his jaw, watching as a particularly dark bruise began to disappear, “Well, for one, I don’t have to keep buying sticks of it, it’s cheaper that way. For two, I just think it looks fancy, but if you tell anyone–”

“My lips are sealed, Lena.”

She grinned, “And for three, it’s the way I always saw my–”

She stopped herself again, pretending like she was concentrating on a particularly nasty spot on his cheek. When she spoke again, it was quieter.

“Just the way I saw my father do it, I suppose,” she said. There was a beat before she continued, “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring the mood down.”

“No such thing when you’re around,” he told her in a breath. The way Trouble looked at her made her heart clench, all understanding and with unrestrained fondness.

In an attempt to change the topic, Yelena focused on the cut on his temple by leaning in, “Other than your lip, this is the only cut. Where’d all the blood on your shirt come from?”

“S’not my blood,” Trouble answered simply. “Caught one of the fuckers in the nose.”

“Should have known.”

She waved her hand over one last bruise before going down to mend the split in his lower lip. Her hands had been hovering over his skin the entire time, but before she could stop herself, her thumb pressed down and healed the cut as she dragged it along his lip. She could hear Trouble’s breath hitch as she slowly moved her hand to trace along his jaw one last time before pulling away.

“All done,” she said breathlessly. She was still leaning towards him, her nose maybe three inches from his own. This close, she could make out the different depths of blue in his eyes, the ring of gold around his pupil. Her eyes flicked down to his lips one last time before she turned away.

“I–Thanks, Lena. You’re…you’re a good friend.”

“No problem, not at all,” she said, not even looking at him. “I’m glad you came to me.”

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

“Glad I came to you, too. I should probably, ah, get to my own room now,” he said, then made to stand up from the bed.

Yelena put her hand over his, making him stop when she squeezed back. Taking his hand in her own, she pulled him back down to eye level. Her eyes, a bright orange like the fire she commanded, bored into his as she told him, “I get that you have a difficult time standing aside when someone else needs help, but just be more careful, please. I…care about you. A lot.”

He didn’t even have time to respond before she pulled him closer and pressed her lips on his formerly bruised cheek. He could feel it heat up under her touch in an instant.

“I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll be more careful,” he nodded, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. “I care about you, too. We’re friends.”

Why did that word feel so strange in his mouth this time?

The way her expression, full of concern and some deeper emotion he couldn’t identify, fell at his words, he knew something was wrong.

“Does it have to be just friends?” Yelena asked softly, orange eyes just as intense and glowing as before.

Trouble’s brows dipped together, his heart rate picking up, “What?”

In a move that Yelena would later describe as “really fucking worth it”, she stood up suddenly from the bed and yanked the man down by his collar to put her lips to his. Trouble made a noise of surprise and nearly pulled away, only to find that doing so would probably make him regret everything. After a second, his hands made their way to rest gently, hesitantly on her hips as he returned her kiss with just as much passion. When she finally pulled away he attempted to follow, still craving her touch.

They stood there in the still flickering candle light, breathing and reveling in the moment before Trouble cracked a grin.

“‘Just friends?’” he asked, “What, did you want me to call you my best friend?”

Yelena laughed, pressing her face into his chest, “If that didn’t get my intentions across like I intended, I think I give up.”

Trouble put his finger on her chin, lifting it up to look at her. Even in the half-light, he could see that her cheeks were red.

“Don’t worry, I got exactly what you mean,” he said, going back in for another kiss.

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i forgot i finished a part two to go with yelena’s other outfit i drew. might doodle her shepherds’ uniform when i’m not feeling sickly 🤧

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“A scarred and tattooed female Mage with many rings, waist-length wavy raven hair, and attractive orange eyes. She has faintly pointed ears as a result of her Elvish heritage. Her cloak sports a gold leaf clasp.”

template by @solasan​ / recruit form by @shepherds-of-haven​

i’ve become Obsessed with shoh this past week & had to sit down & fill this out <3 recruit form under the cut!

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN RECRUIT FORM

BIOGRAPHICAL INFO

Name, Nicknames: Yelena “Lena” Kazimir

Callsign: Torchlight

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 28

Birthday: 19th of Camoa

BACKGROUND INFO

Weapon: Dagger

Magic Specialization: Elemental magic

Racial Heritage, Birthplace: Elf of Vale

Education: Self-taught through stolen books

MISCELLANEOUS INFO

Past Jobs: Mostly a caravan guide with a few short stints doing what essentially amounts to fetch quests.

Likes: Gold jewelry, sleeveless shirts, warm weather, the smell of incense, dark colors, rain

Dislikes: Sleeves, caves, the cold, the dark, being talked over, 

Strengths: Thinking fast, quick learner, able to adapt

Weaknesses: Stubborn, physical/nonmagical combat, doesn’t quite believe in her own intelligence

Hobbies/Special Skills: Drawing, reading, meditation

Guardian Animal/Daemon: Crow (can’t help but to collect shiny trinkets)

Major Arcana: Temperance

DnD Morality Alignment: Neutral Good

Meyers-Briggs Personality Type: ISFJ

PERSONALITY

(Bold which way your recruit leans.)

Heart of Gold/Will of Iron

Rebellious/Loyal

Independent/Social

Tactful/Straightforward

Bold/Cautious

Charming/Stoic/Intimidating

Witty/Sincere

Resentful/Forgiving

Self-Preserving/Self-Sacrificing

Book-Smart/Street-Smart

One-God/Atheist/Old Faith

RELATIONSHIPS

Best Friend(s):

Briony: Yelena’s closest friend out of the inner circle. The two spend a lot of time together just talking and hanging out. She likes that Briony is one of the few people since she joined the Shepherds to not have any preconceptions about her.

Red: Yelena enjoys talking about magic theory with him and is interested in his research about other worlds. She finds him very friendly and polite. I imagine that she comes to him to ask about areas of magic she’s not very familiar in since she was entirely self-taught.

Shery: Yelena likes chatting with her and helping her in the Vaults! Always down to help her learn to speak up for herself.

Caine: She is constantly doting on him and asking about what he’s been up to. Always one of the first people she talks to after coming back from a mission, because he always greets her at the compound’s door.

Preferred Mission Partner(s): Briony, Red, & Trouble

Friendly Rival(s): Tallys. Yelena kind of envies her grasp on elven culture.

Love Interest(s): Trouble <3 His friendly demeanor made her feel very comfortable while she was trying to get used to being a Shepherd. I think she really fell for him when they were cleaning the grafitti off the alley wall together--she appreciates his openness and conviction. Also helps that most of that day was spent with her catching sneak peaks at his abs lmao. She gets a bit frustrated with him in terms of him being a bit dense to her advances but doesn’t want to push it and make him uncomfortable.

Ship Name(s): Gun Smoke & Ashes/”Trelena”

First Kiss Scenario: Your first kiss with Trouble was good, but not as good as the one after that, and the one after that... (I imagine they both got their kisses in after Months of dancing around the subject)

Enemies: Ebert will never know peace from her

Reference Quote from Last Employer or Other Recruits: “A bit quiet in my opinion, but willing to say her piece when needed. Doesn’t tend to mince words and means what she says. Found her to be friendlier the longer I got to know her.”

ART

have a sims screenshot instead <3

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yelena kazimir (shoh) / sovanna conte (tsl) devora sybille (dnd) / tempest (dnd)

tagged by beloved mutual @montliyets to make some gals in this picrew ! thank u anya <333

tagging @anoras @ghostespresso @jennystahl @redhearths & @taliaferros ! if u have already done it ignore me <333

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this tiktok has intense yelena energy

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got tagged by @montliyets to make some guys in this picrew ! thank u :>

yelena kazimir (shoh) / devora sybille (dnd) audra eisenhardt (dragon age) / sovanna conte (tsl)

tagging @taliaferros @honeysides @calenhads @denerims ! if you’ve already been tagged ignore me <3

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💍 🐱 🌱 for yelena please <33

thank u for sending an ask anya <33 mwah

headcanon emoji memes

[ 🐱 ] does your muse have pets? did they have pets as a child? how do they feel about animals?

Yelena likes animals for the most part, though she's not an Animal Person if that makes sense lmao. She has a nameless cat that comes up to her window at the Shepherd's compound, if that counts. She let's it come inside and chill for however long it wants on her days off--don't tell anyone though, she's technically not allowed to have a pet lol. As for when she was younger, I don't think she really had any childhood pets! I think it's mentioned that her nomadic group had some ahfuri, so that may be the closest she's come.

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

I don't really think she has a type, other than like. the bare minimum of kind and respectful. Her past relationships were never very deep or long, mostly just physical due to how often she traveled.

[ 🌱 ] what themes are relevant to your muse?

Survivor's guilt and having the weight of the world on her shoulders. She's always struggled with her feelings about what happened to her village and realized trying to push it all down didn't help. She's also lowkey terrified of the Words of Power because what happens if they're used up? What cost is being given up when she uses them? Why was the responsibility of using them given to her? The "why" and the "what" of it all keeps her up sometimes.