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Late Night Thoughts

Wrathion / Anduin Wrynn

Summary - Anduin thinks about the people that were in his life and now aren’t.

Notes -  Ok so this is another one written a while back I finally have the courage to post. A tiny bit different to my normal stuff.

A blonde man stood in the middle of a room. He wore nightclothes and was holding a blade. The blade appeared to be of elven make, a gold glow emitting from near the hilt. The man stared at the blade, memories of a taller male with long dark hair kept in a ponytail. The man held himself tall and firm, it was clear this person’s presence was often met with respect. The blonde sighed, walking over to a mantle and placing the sword in its place. He turned and walked to the bed on the other side of the room where a large bed was. He sat on one side and took his shoes off, placing them next to the bed. He lays back on the bed pulling the blankets up to his chin. He reached one hand out to the side and placed it there.

His thoughts trailed off to another male, this time the male was around his age. He had darker skin, ruby-red eyes and black curly hair hiding under the turban he wore. He knew why the other wore it, underneath the curls were two small black horns. He remembered how much the other liked it when the base of them was massaged, sometimes accidentally purring. He can hear his voice, teasing but caring.

He could picture the male next to him, their hands intertwined between their bodies. The two were just laying there, no words passing between them. The other male had his eyes closed, though the blonde knew better than to think he was actually asleep. Red eyes opened staring into blue eyes. The other’s eyes to the window over the blonde’s shoulder. Just over the tips of mountains that could be seen from where they lay, the rays from the sun could be seen peeking over.

The other male looked back to the male. He leaned forward pressing a kiss to the blonde’s head. He started to get out of the bed but stopped when there was a tug on his hand. The blonde could recall loving how curly and messy the morning. The blonde remembers begging him to please stay. The other shook his head, reminding him what would happen if they were caught. Before he could protest it, say something along the lines of he was ready for those consequences. The other had gotten up, walked around to the other side, he bent down to kiss the blonde. Before the blonde could attempt to speak the other disappeared in a flash of magic.

The blonde closed his eyes. He wished the other were here now. Even if he couldn’t reach out and hug him his presence would be enough. As the blonde closed his eyes, his thoughts travelled back to his dragon. Hoping wherever he had gone, that he was ok.

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The first pride was a riot, more specifically a riot against police violence. Trans women like Miss Major and other people of colour paved the way for the celebration of pride today. You cannot celebrate your pride this month, or any month if you aren’t also supporting Black Lives Matter and the riots going on against police violence right now. Us white LGBTQ+ need to stand up for our black siblings and their rights, their struggles. We need to amplify their voices and show any support we can. (Edited to add links and make the image clearer)

Extensive BLM Google doc including places to donate to, education resources, etc

List of 75 things white people can do right now

Simple way to donate to the cause if you have no money to

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Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

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Happy Pride, fellow Pride Knights!

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Relax

Male Dalish Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus

Summary - During Trespasser, Inquisitor is struggling with the pain in his arm, Dorian is close to ripping his hair out.

“Inquisitor you can take a few moments to relax –“, “Cullen the sooner these qunari are dealt with the better, I promise I’m –“ before the elf could finish speaking his left arm lights up in a harsh bright green. The man grips his arm and grits his teeth. The blonde male next to him sighs and scratches the back of his head awkwardly. The light fades after a few tense moments, the elf let go of his arm. “Inquisitor please at least – “the elf turns and looks at his commander. “Cullen, I promise it’s nothing. Now does that conclude our meeting?”. Cullen nods at him and goes to the round table in the centre of the room. The human begins to pick up the reports scattered along the surface. The elven male turns and heads towards the door, the door is opened by the guard and closed once he leaves. Cullen stops for a moment to look at where the inquisitor left, worry clear on his face. The man mumbles a quick prayer for his friend and leader, organizing the reports, picking them up, and leaving the room himself.

 As the inquisitor walked through the Orlesian court, he could feel the nobles watching him. He had to admit, this visit to the Winter Palace had gone a lot better than the last. Less nobles sneering at him and calling him ‘knife ear’ or ‘savage’. Of course, there were still the nobles who did not care he saved the world and their empress, not being able to see past his ears or the vallaslin on his face. He walked past Vivienne who was chatting to Varric at the fountain. Looking at the fountain from the corner of his eye he once again questions how expensive it would have been, golden gryphons were not exactly cheap. Even for an Empress. The elf passed through the arch and starts to walk towards the outdoor lounge, the lounge was surrounded by potted greenery.

 The elf came to a stop next to a human male lounging on one of the lounges. From what he could see the male was reading an old tome, most likely magic. He tried to read one of the lines, but magic never made much sense to him no matter how many times Dorian tried to explain it. He bent down kissing the other on the head, moving to the other end of the lounge. He reached down and briefly moved the other’s legs to sit down. The male looked up from his reading glaring at the elf and placed his legs on top of the elf’s lap.

 “Finally done with the meeting Mahanon?” the tan male asked raising an eyebrow. “For now. Dorian are you able to come with me again? I know you were hit last time”. Worry was evident on Mahanon’s face. Dorian scoffs, closing his book and setting it down. “Yes of course I’m fine”. Mahanon goes to say something but stops, gripping his arm suddenly. The green light illuminates the small space around the two. Dorian reacts quickly, sitting up and leaning closer to the elf. He grabs illuminated arm and mutters a spell incarnation. The green light dims slightly. Mahanon can take a breath and thanks Dorian. He only nods, a look of concern still on his face. After a few more minutes pass and eventually the light fades.

 Mahanon stands and stretches his arms out, he looks back at Dorian a smile on his face. “Let’s go get Bull and Varric. Kick some qunari ass”, he started to walk away but stopped when he noticed the mage wasn’t following. He turned to look at Dorian confusion showing clearly. “With all due respect love that can wait. You need to rest” Dorian pleaded. The elf shook his head. “Vhenan you know I can’t. we still have no idea what the qunari are plan to do or what dragon’s brea- “he didn’t get a chance to finish. Dorian stood to his feet now clearly agitated. “Amatus for fuck sake sit down and rest, I don’t care about the rest of the world right now. I care about my boyfriend who is working himself to death” the outburst shocked Mahanon.

 “Ok Dorian I promise I will but – “, “no buts, just please Amatus rest”. The worry was clear in Dorian’s voice and his face, a little bit of fear as well. “Ok then “, Mahanon stepped towards Dorian and grabbed his hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze and smiled at his love. The two started to walk towards the inquisitor’s quarters that had been gifted to Mahanon during their stay.

 The walk took them back through the main courtyard, past the fountain. Vivienne no longer there, Varric now talking to his seneschal. They passed the tavern; Bull and his chargers having taken over the place. Cole was hovering outside the tavern, watching Maryden play one of her songs. Their walk continued pass, the sleeping quarters not being too far from the tavern. Mahanon tried to converse throughout the walk but would only receive short replies.

 As they approached the quarters, two Inquisition guards stood outside the door. They two saluted and opened the door, closing it once both males passed. Mahanon let go of Dorian’s hand walking over to the dresser in the corner of the room. He began to dress out of his formal wear and into more comfortable clothing. Dorian had walked over to the fireplace, having lit the fire. Dorian was seated on the lounge, Mahanon coming over to sit next to the other male.

 Silence filled the room. Time passed Dorian suddenly breaking the tension. “I can’t lose you. Not now” Mahanon turned to look at Dorian’s face, watching him as he spoke. “I may have been able to handle losing you earlier, but dammit you mean too much to me now Mahanon. I’m scared of that; I’m scared to lose you”. Mahanon reached for Dorian’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “Dorian you aren’t going to lose me, not anytime soon. This I swear to you”, Dorian finally looked his lover in the eye. “You promise?” “of course, Vhenan, I will always come back to you, no matter what I would have to go through to do so”. Mahanon leaned forward and place a gentle kiss to Dorian’s head. “Amatus?”, “yes Dorian?”. “Please just rest today, we can worry tomorrow”. Mahanon nodded and smiled, wrapping an arm around Dorian’s shoulders and relaxing.

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Good time to bring back this classic, happy pride everyone!

We are going to bake a rainbow cake!

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Lock Screens and Kittens

Lavernius Tucker/David Washington

Summary -  “Am I your lock screen?”, “You weren’t supposed to see that”. Notes -  I honestly can't remember which Tumblr I found the prompt on but let me know if you recognize them so I can credit! Hope you all enjoy! Also uploaded as well on my archive account.

Two men were sat on the lounge, snack foods and drinks on the coffee table in front of them. The only light in the room came from the tv in front of them playing a movie that neither of them was really paying attention to. The pale blonde was playing with a cat that was sat in his lap. Having found a cat toy, the grey kitten seemed to enjoy. The other darker-skinned male was messing around on his phone. He would sneak glances at the other male a smile on his face as he realized his friend was fully relaxed.

He sat his phone on the space between the two and instead just watched the other play with the kitten. He remembered when David had sent him pictures of the kitten when he found it. The man had been overly worried about the little thing when he found him outside during a storm. Having asked sent him a text asking what he should do with food and worrying because the nearby vets were closed already. He showed up to David’s apartment with a small bag of kitten food to try and help.

He hadn’t spent long there but by the time he left David had passed out on the lounge with the kitten curled up near his face. He had taken a quick picture and then left making sure to lock the door behind him. That had only been two weeks ago, and it was clear how much the grey kitten had bonded with David already.

His phone lit up with a notification, Carolina’s name appearing on the screen briefly. David looked over at the sudden light having got a glance at the picture before the other snatched his phone back up. David watched him type on his phone before turning it back off. “Tucker, am I your lock screen?”, Tucker froze, he looked over at David a sheepish look on his face. “You uh, you weren’t supposed to see that”. “Can I have a better look?” Tucker handed the phone over without question. David tapped on the screen and it lit back up, it was the picture Tucker had taken of David sleeping on the couch with the kitten. David looked at Tucker with a smile. “I think the picture is nice, though I’m curious why it’s a picture of me”. Tucker didn’t get a chance to answer as the phone lit up again, another message from Caroline. It read “Tucker grow a pair of balls and take him to the café, even if it doesn’t go well you know he’s going to love it”. David handed the phone back to Tucker, letting Tucker reply before asking any questions.

“Ok well you read that so”, Tucker took a breath and looked at his friend. “There’s a café that Carolina helped me find, would you like to go on a date with me to it” David’s face was flushed as Tucker kept talking. “It’s a um cat café, they let you play with them and shit. It’s ok if you don’t I- “David reached over and placed a hand on Tucker’s arm, which made him stop talking. “Tucker, I’d like that” Tucker nodded a smile on his face.

The grey kitten meowed feeling left out, David turned to look at and smiled picking it up and placing it on Tucker’s lap. The kitten walked around his lap for a few seconds and then lay down curled up. David smiled looking at the toy and reached over for his phone, snapping a quick picture. He fiddled with his phone and then showed it to Tucker. “There we match now”, the picture showed Tucker watching the kitten a little bit of surprise on his phone and the kitten fast asleep in his lap.

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How to write the first chapter

I have been studying all kinds of advice and tips on writing (books, websites and blogs) over the last few years, so I thought I would share this with you. This is a summary of tips about writing first chapters I find the most helpful.

The first chapter contains:

The basic setting

The point of view

Introduction of the protagonist

The goal of the protagonist 

The voice

The mood and tone of the story

The beginning needs to have a reason to be the beginning 

Introduction of the main character’s daily life

A sense of something missing or out of place in the main character’s life

Highlight what’s special about the main character

Foreshadows what the conflict will be about / teases the plot of the story so the readers can decide if it’s for them or not

But also leaves questions that will have the reader wondering what will happen next in concrete

The protagonist in action doing and wanting something, not sitting and thinking. 

Basically = character, conflict and setting

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His Mage

Summary:  After Chateau Haine Hawke was a bit more distant, then the other Hawke's show up at Fenris' door. Pairing: Male Hawke/Fenris My first piece, hope you guys enjoy and tell me how I could improve :D https://archiveofourown.org/works/22933108