Neve Week - Day 4: Neve's Past
"Chase the right bastard through the wrong ritual—it'll knock you right out. Of course, you might wake up with a new accessory."
cw: blood, losing a limb
The way you portray this scene is so punchy, in the best possible way. We know — generally, at least — Neve’s story and the outcome here, but the way you drew, colored, and put together these three panels was such a fantastic hit after hit after hit. Awesome comic, OP! Thanks so much for sharing this with us!
Mage of No Small Talent
@datvcompanionweeks Neve week day 5? Magic
The cold flurry of magic dances around her hand, twisting the rune of the lock away like a winterborne wind takes away a loose hat. The door opens, no longer held up by the magic. Behind, there’s a bunch of crates with red markings, red paint for a change.
She brandish her cane, the stone empowering it glows a white-blue and illuminates the small space, small cages with sleeping nugs in them at the back of the room, the red markings extending further, warning of dangerous contents.
Behind her, the wall of ice she left starts to crumble under the many strikes the Venatori lands. A smug grin on her lips, she splays her hand wide and gather her magic until the next moment, her wall of ice explodes outward, raining sharp shards of ice upon already battered foes.
They hesitate to get back up, the cold magic sapping their already exhausted body further.
“I can let you run if you tell me why you people keep nugs in there.” Neve teases, walking to the door, watching the three men splayed on the cobbled stone of the Thread market street.
“Living bombs.” The closest one answers, trying to get up, but Neve pushes him down with her prosthetic leg keeping him down, while she blasts the other two away with a swirl of cold wind from her cane, as they try to finish him for betraying the Venatori.
“Maybe running’s also bad for you.” Neve says, keeping him down.
“Nowhere I can run, she has my phylactery.” He says, not even trying to wrest himself free of Neve.
“Good to know, but, that might be what saves you.” Neve brings two finger to her lips and lets out a sharp whistle, a few templars come out from nearby buildings. “You made the first good decision in your life in a long time, keep making them, we might even speak again.”
“Gallus” A woman in leather armor greets as she leads the templars.
“Savas” Neve replies with a smirk. “You continue with the plan, I have a few Nugs to take care of.”
“Aren’t you tired?” Rana ask, a tinge of worry in her voice.
“Always.” Neve replies, winking to the templar. “Magic doesn’t tire me much.” An understatement to say the least.
Oh, darling, things seem so unstable
But for a moment, we were able to be still
Neve Week 2025 - Trouble/Contentment
Absolutely incredible. This gifset does not miss. The editing you did is fantastic — the speed, the fluidity, the colors, the transitions — and you paired it with these lines that are a direct hit to the chest. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Thanks so much for sharing this!
This domestic scene with Neve, Luci, and their family is so heartwarming. I love how you wove in the little details of their lives — who cooks, what they do during the day — within this contained space of getting home from work for the evening. Really enjoyable to read, OP, thanks so much for sharing!
Neve Week: Day 3 - Trouble | Contentment
Day 3 of Neve Week 2025!
Today I'm inspired by @biowaredisasterbisexual for an excellent day 3 submission, please go show them so love.
This takes place in the Dock Town Noir Universe, but doesn't give much away except the obvious if you're past chapter 13 and if you've beat the game.
Thanks to @datvcompanionweeks for setting this all up, please go and give them some love.
Trouble is Relative
Rated: M
Pairing: Neve/Rook
Summary: Neve Gallus thought she’d faced every kind of danger Minrathous could throw her way; until a family meeting put her nerves to the real test. With a stubborn girlfriend, a meddling brother, and a matriarch who misses nothing, all Neve can do is hold her head high and hope she comes out with her dignity; and relationship intact.
Preview under the cut:
There is so much about this that is fantastic. Love the idea of Neve needing to, if not specifically impress, at least survive Rook’s family as their relationship progresses. And when we get there, and Neve and Teia are in the garden, there is this very lyrical flow to your prose. It’s very nice. Light, and precise, not unlike the subject matter. This was a wonderful read, OP, thanks so much for sharing it!
What have you done to me?
@datvcompanionweeks for Neve Week Day 4
I used to think I’d die stabbed by a magister’s hired goon in a back alley in the middle of a sham investigation. Somehow, I was fine with that happening. Now? Not so much. Now I see there’s hope for the city; others see it too and I’d like to be a part of building on that. I can do more than keep shadows at bay.
The short diary entry is left exposed, to let the ink dry on the paper. Neve rests in her chair, staring at the words, incredulous. “What have you done to me?” A white cat jumps onto her lap, meowing for some attention.
Neve’s finger run along the back of her adopted friend, bringing a purr out of him. “Not you, you haven’t done anything to me… yet.” She speaks in a low whisper, though it clicks to her. “No no, you’ve given me a bit of hope and reasons to enjoy the moment too. Is that why Rook convinced me to adopt you?”
As the cat falls asleep upon her lap, purring and twitching slightly as dreams over his body, Neve once again feels the long shadow cast from her big Qunari girlfriend upon her mind, a sense of longing tugs at her mind. Her gaze falls upon a calendar pinned to her murder board. “Two more weeks of you being gone.”
An orange cat jumps on the table before her, deftly managing to avoid the journal’s still drying ink. She sits right in front of Neve and let out a continuous meow-scream, something indignant and urgent.
“The Duality of Cats. One is a loving companion, reminding me of his presence to make sure I feed him eventually.” She scratches behind the ears of the white cat “The other is a screaming harpy who just want food in exchange for leaving me alone long enough to work.”
As soon as her body shift to get up, the white cat climbs onto her shoulder, hitching a ride, the orange girl jumps down the table and leads Neve to the kitchen with incessant, indignant screams.
When she returns to her diary an hour later, after making herself dinner, only so she could feed some table scrap to her cats, of course. Neve writes a bit more down into it.
This is what Rook’s done to me, made me care about the now with cats. Made me realize that dying for the cause isn’t as good as living to help it. Made me hope for the future by making me desire her. This is all her fault and I can’t wait to blame her in person. Blame her for everything, all night long.
“I might want to stock up on coffee if that’s the way this is going.”
For @datvcompanionweeks 's #neveweek2025
Catching Fire
Rating: G
Pairing: Neve Gallus/Rook
Category: F/F
Tags: Slice of Life, humor, established relationship, chaotic date, there is a chicken, it may be harmed a little
Summary:
Neve’s developed a penchant of attracting troubles after her years of working in Dock Town, so of course something is going to happen when she takes the biggest Trouble of them all on a date in good ol’ Dock Town.
“Soooo how normal is it for you to go on dates that ends up with things going up in flames at the end of the night?”
“Not exactly normal, but not the worst date I’ve been on. Just a regular Friday around these parts.”
“Rook?”
“Hmm?”
“How long are you going to hold onto that chicken?”
This is such a fun and sweet read. Really enjoyed Neve’s being disheartened at the direction the night went, and loved Rook and her new chicken friend. This is great, thanks so much for sharing!
Neve Week Day 3
Trouble/Contentment
Thank you @datvcompanionweeks for hosting! Another 100 word drabble.
Docktown had patterns, sure as the tides that brought ships in and bared the rocky shores. Sunrise, sunset and all the shadows that shifted between. The ins and outs of which merchant would set up on which street corner. The formula of what paper sellers had the newest printings. The gangs, cultists, and pickpockets. The motif of trouble, an undercurrent of white noise just waiting for its chance to solo.
But right now, it was time for the heat of freshly fried fish, crisp and biting and perfect. Neve let it all wash over her, content to enjoy the moment.
The scene and atmosphere you create here is so lovely, and to do it in 100 words is incredibly impressive. Such a great drabble, OP! Thanks so much for sharing!
Neve Appreciation Week - Day 3: Trouble
From @datvcompanionweeks's prompt list
May I present to you by the same time my Nevemancer? Isha Ingellvar.
Isha is a blind mage, due to her natural illness she didn't studied that much anatomy and healing but focused on politics game. Playing the femme fatale with pleasure and even more when she met Neve Gallus.
Or my detective noir x femme fatale ship 8D
A few screenshots of Isha 👇🏻
This is such a wonderful piece! I really like the style you use here, and they are so cute together, snuggled up over the desk. Awesome to meet Isha, as well. Thanks so much for sharing this!