#valiant ocs

[valiantvillain]

So the dinner date scene had cemented in me the headcanon that what well and truly made Hadil fall for him and start seeing him as more than a flirtation was his absolute care and kindness. Something she had never really experienced to such a degree in all her previous relationships over the years, including the father of her daughters (granted that was a pretty toxic relationship so no surprise but you get the idea). Just...someone having the care to notice the stiff wrist she never even complains about, to think a rough and tumble treasure hunter like her worth all these romantic displays like dinner and flowers and dancing wisps, to call her indomitable and say it's what attracted him to her. It's all the sweetness, all the sincerity she might have called saccharine a decade or two ago, that she realized she's always wanted but didn't think she would ever have. An absence she thought she had made her peace with in the interest of prioritizing her daughters and pursuing wealth through adventure. Then all these later she finally has it in the palm of her hands. And it's real and it's good and she has no intention of giving it up now that it's hers.

[valiantvillain]

Okay, this sounds fun so let's fucking go!

Asala's room can best be defined as open but warm, inviting. Lots of warm reds and oranges in this combination of Qunari (specifically Par Vollen) and Tevinter aesthetics. Tall windows that open up to a balcony and with curtains that if one looks closely detail scenes of daily life from Qunandar and Minrathous (markets, festivals, etc). A hearth that's always crackling and never needs tending but also never leaves one in fear of the room catching on fire, always beckoning one near to settle on the couch or one of the chairs. Maybe even one of the silken pillows on the floor strewn across the rugs. There's a desk stacked high with books, quills, reference materials she thought she had lost in her academic years in the Circle, complete with some of her old notes scribbled in the margins even. Just this mess of a translator/linguist's tools in an amalgamation of organized chaos. Where the walls aren't lined by shelves of books they are strewn with diagrams of cultural dances that she decided she would master upon studying the cultures of Thedas as a child.

The bed I imagine is a four-poster similar to the one she has back home in the Mercar family estate, again in the same deep reds and golds. The folds of the sheets even smell similar to those back home. Above the headboard in the space that once housed a map Thedas pinned in all the places a young Asala once dreamed of visiting now holds one of the Crossroads, slowly revealing more of itself with time. She puts her things in a wardrobe that stands that has intricate carvings that at first she thinks are imitating the floral design of the one that used to belong to her late grandmother (whom she never met but apparently inherited her middle name from) and that she liked to hide in when she didn't care to be found. In time she realizes they bear a greater resemblance to script, an amalgamation of Qunlat & Tevene weaving somehow seamlessly in and out of each other like a pidgin language.

It's a whole thing of familiarity and comfort but somehow more, woven with a thread of the enigmatic.

so, since the lighthouse adapts everyone's dwellings to the person using that living space, what does your rook's room look like? is it everything they've ever wanted? does it reflect some uncomfortable truth about them? do they prefer sleeping somewhere else in the lighthouse?

i'll start! ippolita's room is only one floor, but has gorgeous vaulted ceilings that make the room feel absolutely massive — a far cry from the tiny rooms she lived in while she was a fledgling and even after she became a full crow. the windows are all stained glass in oranges and reds and golds, and the floors are covered in thick flatweave rugs in an array of styles and patterns to keep her feet warm with the help of the massive fireplace. her bed is a low and cushy thing, piled impossibly high with blankets and pillows, with curtains strung between four ivory posters that keep the light of the fade out of her eyes while she's trying to sleep. she keeps a small chest next to her bed that's oftentimes unlocked, hiding a vial of red pigment and a stack of old letters.

[curleyclown]

are they stupid (yes)

referenced from Who Framed Roger Rabbit

[boatsthatfly-art]

I FUCKING LOVE WAR

I WANT TO FUCKING KILL PEOPLE FOR MONEY AND DESTROY CULTURES AND HISTORY

[toxictoxicities]

I had a lot of fun making this mural of my ancient oc's! This is the High Council of APL's ancient colony

Ruble and Tar Across Countless Weaves. A Humid Breeze, Seven Distant Valleys. Three Craned Stones, Keen Ores

[azmstea]

[THE HENRY STICKMIN COLLECTION]

Just a few doodles I made on whiteboard with some folks! (Everyone attacked me after the Stickvin Angst tho❤️)

[blorbseuki]

this simple question goes to Phemus: whats your past with Lady Helia like? 👀

[icecreampizzer]

Happy new yuri to those who celebrate!!!! By which i mean CELEBRATE YURI RIGHT NOW. AND INTO THE NEW YEAR!! AND TO ALL THE YEARS TO COME

[kowtownart]

Poor Eddie, having to deal with twice the toon shenanigans as he used to!

Still learning to draw him, but i think i’m making progress! :3

[stinkerbee]

You smiled and it was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen And you apologized Then you covered your mouth 'Cause you're insecure about your crooked teeth But can I just say this? I'm kinda glad that you never got braces 'Cause I like your smile just the way it is

Valiant and Orchidthorn are my everything @forgotten-elegy @scoutfire

[valiantvillain]

One formative experience from your Rook's past? <3

Thanks for the ask!

There's a lot of moments to choose from for Asala, but one that I'd like to share is from when she was ten after having survived an exploding qunari dreadnought. She awoke during the night to see the Tevinter soldier (and soon-to-be father, Legatus Charon Mercar) who had found her on the battlefield standing guard over her. When she wouldn't go back to sleep, he began to play a word game with her, he would gesture to something and she would tell him the word in Qunlat, he would do the same for her in Tevene. Eventually he pointed to her. Her instinct was to say "saarebas". He shook his head and kept pointing at her, making her think of all these other words to describe herself. Imekari=child. Tal-vashoth=no longer part of the Qun. All these words he made her use to tell him about herself until finally all she could come up with was "Asala", soul. He began calling her that from that day forward and she felt safe around him. It wasn't until years later that she realized the soldier who became her adopted father hadn't been protecting the camp from her but rather the wayward qunari child from a military camp full of potentially vengeful soldiers. And it had been the start of a close bond between father and daughter, something the Qun didn't have words for.

[oreobug]

"living beings are so strange"

[blues-sues]

what a little freakazoid

Fucked up little prototype that has Wall-E energy but if Wall-E was also kind of unhinged. No idea what to call em

[toxictoxicities]

Some silly thing I aint gonna finish bc lazy

I just wanted to explore their dynamic a little <3

[chamaesotis]

GUYS I CANT KEEP THIS PRIVATE ANYMORE I'LL POST IT ON MY OTHER SOCIALS ON THE FIFTEENTH BUT AGAWJENOGLAKGKS GUYYYSSSSS LOOK AT USSSS !!!!! WE'RE SO COOLLLL!!!!!!

giggling twirling spinning

[icecreampizzer]

Yeah these are my Original Characters...Certainly not heavily inspired by some other fellows you may know.......

Real talk I really caved into the urge to turn them into ocs. Augh. If you know you know <3 They're gonna be part of a somewhat old story that I haven't talked about here in a Very long while...Alakdan is an assassin, and Duke is part of a thieving big band.