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So at the lovely @merrybandofmurderers request I have now made my merry band in bg3! I'm not gonna play them straight away (I'm going to Loretta's playthrough goddamn it lol) Idk if I'm completely happy with them yet, probably gonna look into some more mods but look at my babies I do love them 😁

Edit: apparently I forgot Viera lol she has now been included

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Ahhhhh!!!! Omg thank you! I'm literally dying over the cuteness overload. Absolutely gorgeous, as always! An absolute perfect vibe check and I adore the background 😍 the vibrance, colors and tone of this whole piece is just so amazing. You got them so perfect. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

Yayyy they’re all done! 💕 This lovely little crew is another piece for the wonderful @fade-and-loathing-in-thedas of their warden crew! Left to right we have: Connor Cousland, Amos Brosca, Declan Aeducan, Eden Amell, Assana Mahariel, Viera Tabris, and Adelene Surana ✨ Thank you ✌️😭💕

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Writer Asks!

tagged by @hereliesbethboland and @foxmagpie

AO3 name: Lunafeather

Fandoms: Good Girls(Brio), Wynonna Earp (Wyndolls), Rizzoli and Isles (Rizzles), Dragon Age (Solavellan, Alistair x Brosca, Tethraghast), Gilmore Girls (Java Junkie)

Number of fics:

18 on AO3, I think like 10 on ffnet?

Fic I spent the most time on:

I’m gonna have to say These Are a Few of My Favorite Things and Remix, both of which I’ve been working on since July ‘19 and are still very much works in progress (I haven’t abandoned either of them).

Fic I spend the least amount of time on:

If Kisses Could Talk. I saw the finale and literally stayed awake until the next morning writing it -- it just poured out of me in about 6 hours. It was my catharsis. Sal’ethast (Dragon Age) is a very close second, and it the most words I’ve written in the shortest time: 25k words in maybe 4 days? It was a Reverse Big Bang and I had a strict deadline. I work well under pressure! Who knew!

Most hits: 

Retribution (Solavellan) is first, followed by These Are a Few of My Favorite Things. People REALLY LOVE Retribution, it is by far my most popular DA fic. I still get new kudos to this day. And then obviously people love TAaFoMFT :)

Most Kudos:

TAaFoMFT, by a bit of a margin. Second place is One Question Left.

Most comment threads:

Again, TAaFoMFT hahaha I actually tend not to get very many comments on my stuff, which sucks, but this fic has twice as many comments as the runner up (Remix).

Most bookmarks:

Would it surprise you if I said TAaFoMFT? It also has the most subscriptions as well.

Highest total word count:

Sal’ethast. Remix is second with 11k.

Fave fic I wrote:

I’m gonna be weird here and say I tend to love everything I write?? At least, for the last few years. My ffnet stuff was terrible, but I was 16 so it makes sense. I’ve improved a ton. If I had to pick just ONE thing, I would probably go with These Are a Few of My Favorite Things. I’ve basically created my own little canon divergent universe with it’s own rules and guidelines, and I really like writing in it. I like using that world to explore angst and fluff and smut. Some of my best writing and prose is in that story. Plus, I love a shameless opportunity to explore two characters I am unbelievably attracted to haha

Runner up is Cake Break (Solavellan), cause like.... I love fluff, I love it, I would marry it if I could.

Fic I want to rewrite/ expand on:

I don’t know of any that I would rewrite. There are a couple I reread where I would change things based on where they’re at now/what we’ve learned about Brio, but it isn’t anything huge and so I leave it. Reminds me of better times lol

As for expanding, I am still obviously expanding TAaFoMFT and Remix, but I kind of also want to write other, more linear stuff for the former? Like how they get from “you’re just work” to them falling in love. I dunno, other stuff would probably pop up in my head. It’s my comfort blanket universe. I actually write a lot of prompt fills with that universe in mind.

All of my other pieces are relatively insulated (and most were canon fixes).

Share a bit of a WIP or story you’ve been working on:

My main priority right now is the next chapter of TAaFoMFT, I have it outlined (most of the next 16 chapters are outlined as well) and am slowly adding to it.

I have a lot of prompts I am filling here or there just for the sake of writing, because I like it.

There’s a prompt fill I’ve been working for almost a year that is incredibly self indulgent, that’s centered around Danny’s birthday pool party and it’s just... chock full of Brio being sexy fluffy, Annie x Nancy goodness, everyone being a big, weird family, Dean only showing up to be openly mocked and derided. I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it, but it’s there waiting!

And I have a nebulous idea for a post S3 multi-chaptered fic (gasp! I know! A linear fic with more than one chapter??) but I am like.... really worried that everyone will be writing these, and that mine is gonna be too much like someone else’s, and that mine will suck in comparison, and that gets in my head and makes me all flustered and anxious and unsure, but then I’ve already written 2000 words of JUST outline/ideas, trying to piece everything together. I dunno, I really want to write it, but also I don’t?? But I think about it as I’m falling asleep and have written so many notes in my phone before i pass out. Also, I have done SO MUCH research about pool and spa places, you guys have no idea. I am a FOUNTAIN of knowledge now. (Maybe they should get stuck somewhere, and there’s only one bed?!?)

Aaaaand I have a few ideas I still have a little interest in working on, like the fic inspired by a prompt fill I wrote that was inspired by a theory @cpt-falcon had about the S2 finale, where instead of breaking up with Rio, Beth tells him what Dean is doing and they hatch a plan to undermine him and get her kids back, and someone gets shot but for a different reason.

And another that was inspired by a long discussion with @johnisntevendead about Rio accidentally saying te amo to Beth one night and him freaking the fuck out about it cause you don’t say that unless you really fucking mean it, and he does, and that’s scary as shit, and Beth takes his reaction the wrong way.

So yeah, there’s a lot going on in my head lol

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By popular demand here are the Merry Band of Wardens using this picrew lol and much love to @merrybandofmurderers for the tag!

From left to right (top to bottom) we have:

Declan Aeducan (my boy likes showing off his assets)

Amos Brosca (who is very done with Declan's shit)

Eden Amell (looking flirty and fabulous)

Adelene Surana (looking very much annoyed)

Assana Mahariel (being her calm and sensible self)

Viera Tabris (the baby!)

Connor Cousland (being my fav sad boi lol)

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Huge thank you to @anarrowthroughtimesideblog for these absolutely stunning commissions she did of my Merry Band Of Wardens. There are not enough words to express my love for each of these. They are cute af and you have captured their vibes so well. The details, the colours and the shading just blows my mind.

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Find the Word

I got tagged by the lovely @wild-houseplant to find the words 'cackle,' 'grab,' 'ache,' and 'forget' in my WIPs— So here are a bunch of snippets from my Merry Band of Wardens series. Spoiler alert for love interest reveals.

Cackle

Declan couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing, and once he started he couldn’t stop. Relief and adrenaline rushed through him as he doubled over, letting out a series of distinctly un-royal cackles.

Grab

Declan made grabby hands at Assana and her rucksack. “If I’m going to die at the hands of werewolves, at least let me have breakfast first so I can die with a full stomach. It’s how I would have wanted to go.”

“No one's going to die,” Assana said, and then tilted her head and shrugged. “Probably.”

Declan rolled his eyes. “Probably? That’s really reassuring, thanks for that. Now give me the food.”

Ache

Blood roared in Declan’s skull as he tried to make some sense of what Amos was saying. “You love me,” he repeated. Amos nodded. “You love me.” Declan said it again, just to make sure he wasn’t hearing things, that he wasn’t dreaming. “You love me?”

“Stop saying it like it’s a joke!”

Declan blinked at him. “A joke? No, I didn’t mean...” His chest ached. “Amos, I’m saying it because I can’t believe it. Because you could do a lot better than an irredeemable bastard with a limp and a penchant for dramatics, you know? Ask anyone. Ask Assana, or Connor, or Alistair or Sten. Hell, even ask my brother. But you... you’re standing here telling me that you love me.”

“That’s what I said.” Amos held his gaze. “Is that a problem?”

Forget

When she started to sing, Adelene nearly lost her footing. Leliana possessed a voice that would have made Andraste weep with envy.

Leliana closed her eyes, as if she’d drifted off on the soaring notes. This is how she would remember her. If she died tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, or somehow sent back to the circle, she’d think back on this moment. Maker, she wanted to kiss her…

Leliana's lashes fluttered open. A pale pink colored her cheeks and she laughed with breathless abandon, the sound as pure and clear as bells ringing.

“What is this dance?” Adelene asked.

“It is called the waltz," Leliana answered, her voice breathy from their exertions.

“Where did you learn such a thing?”

“In the ballrooms of Orlais,” she answered before resuming her jaunty song.

They twirled in dizzying circles around the camp until they were gasping for breath and singing was no longer possible. Maker's breath, in this moment, she was—content. With Leliana in her arms, she could forget the horrors of her life—if even for a moment. When had she last known this happiness?

Tagging @oxygenforthewicked @merrybandofmurderers @kirkwalls-dumbest @sulky-valkyrie @heniareth @castlecousland @yukichouji to find 'pain,' 'brushed,' 'hurt,' and 'heat' (if y'all want to participate, but no pressure)

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Messed around and made some character templates. Will finish the rest tomorrow. If anyone wants one let me know I'll make a clean one for download.

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Find The Word

The lovely @heniareth tagged me to find the 'fish,' 'follow,' 'stay,' and 'light' in my WIPs and omg you enabled my weakness for Declan. I did not have fish in any of my WIPs but I wrote a scene just because of it lol So here are a few snippets from my Merry Band of Wardens series.

Fish

Declan was too tired for this. He peered at the contents. “What’s this?”

“Porridge.” Declan supposed the lumpy mess might be called porridge, if porridge was having a very bad day. He prodded at it with a finger. It jiggled in a way food shouldn’t and smelled distinctly fishy. Declan hated fish. “I think I’ll pass.”

Alistair’s earnest-but-stupid face fell. “But I used the special recipe.”

“Special recipe?”

Alistair nodded. “It’s the exact kind of porridge you get in Orzammar. Amos said you'd love. It was just lucky we had everything in the camp.”

Declan smelled a rat. “Remind me what’s in here again? Just so I can be sure it’s proper Dwarven Porridge.”

“Oats, honey, cinnamon…” Alistair recited, as Declan nodded along. “And of course, the dried eel,” he added, and Declan’s stomach dropped. “He said it's what Dwarven royalty is raised on, and that you’d love every bite.”

Declan noticed Amos watching them, smirking, and it fell into place. He should have known the little shit would try and get him back for all the nug jokes.

Follow

Connor tore more vines free, enough for them to climb through easily, and ventured inside. The twisting staircase beckoned.

Declan climbed through. His shirt got hung up on a splintered piece of wood. With a grunt, he tugged it free. “Life with the Wardens is ruining my wardrobe.” Connor snorted, waited for Assana to join them, and followed the elf downward.

The deeper they went, the harder the cold air nipped at his fingers and face. The stairs ended in a narrow section of stone tunnel. Darkness gnawed at the torchlight’s fringes. Assana moved on, keeping the torch high, pushing the dark back.

Stay

Somehow the mabari’s home was in his tent now. Back Up invariably crept into his tent to nap and when he tried to shoo her back to Connor, Back Up turned sad brown eyes on him and whined pitifully until he gave in and let her stay. Declan could swear he was being played by the mabari, but he didn’t mind much.

Light

Declan’s stomach grumbled, but nobody made any move for the provisions, and so he wondered exactly how much they had left. It was probably best not to bring it up for now. He’d hope for a decent meal at dinnertime.

“I suspect we have a rough afternoon ahead of us,” Declan said in an undertone. Amos nodded in agreement, and something about the movement, the light arch of his neck, made a faint tendril of want bloom in Declan’s belly. He squashed it down ruthlessly, unprepared to deal with it.

Tagging @oxygenforthewicked @merrybandofmurderers @sulky-valkyrie @kirkwalls-dumbest @castlecousland @yukichouji @wild-houseplant to find 'hope,' 'despair,' 'beauty,' and 'lost' (if you want to participate, no pressure)

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I saw this post and just had to do the merry band reactions lol

Alistair: "Joining the Wardens is an honor, not a punishment!"

Declan Aeducan, who is deeply regretting his decision to join and realised he could have just made his own way on the surface:

"Are those your words, or someone else's?"

Amos Brosca, noticing how only the desperate are being recruited:

"I thought so too, at first, but on reflection it's clear we were recruited because we are disposable."

Connor Cousland, who was coerced into joining the wardens under the threat of leaving his mother to die:

*completely speechless, there are no words*

Adelene Surana, irritated by the stupidity of such a claim given the experiences of the others and that Aeonar was beginning to look appealing in comparison:

"I mean this with all possible offence, are you stupid?"

Eden Amell, finding the whole conversation ridiculous as joining the wardens was her literal punishment for breaking circle rules:

"Yes, Sir. A complete and total honour, Sir."

Viera Tabris, who is an unproven and unskilled fighter yet was just accepted because Duncan needed wardens:

"I think your making a bigger deal about all this than it really is."

Assana Mahariel, slowly dying from the blight as they speak and who's only hope of survival is the joining:

"Shem, this is the worse punishment imaginable. I may deserve it for abandoning Tamlen, but if I had any choice in the matter I would be home with my Clan."

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Dust Town

Amos Brosca

Rica Brosca

Kalah Brosca

Leske

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you so much for the tag @merrybandofmurderers and @oxygenforthewicked 💕💕💕 I actually have something to share this week! I've been stuck in a mire of writers block but inspiration hit and I wrote something. Just a Declan scene set between Bargains and Betrayals and the Wallflower and the Wild Child

Merry Band Of Wardens Series - Unfamiliar Emotions

The party had been travelling nonstop for days since escaping the slaughter at Highever, which struck Declan as unnecessary. Unnecessary, and inconvenient, because for all the death and destruction, the accommodation was decent and the food better than the rations they'd been sharing on the road. Which reminded him, his breakfast was overdue. “I’m hungry,” he muttered.

The brand made a noncommittal sound, probably still brooding. Declan let him sulk, more interested in the matter at hand—that was to say, his lack of breakfast. “Tell me, Warden, where are we stopping?” 

The Warden sent him a stern glare, but otherwise ignored him. How rude. There had been no sign of pursuit, so Declan didn’t think his request was particularly egregious.

“For a meal. My royal disposition is quite delicate. If I don’t eat soon I may faint, and that will definitely slow us down.” 

“Or we could roll you into the reeds and leave you behind,” Amos muttered, and my, wasn’t he an annoying little tick of a thing? Speaking of ticks… 

“Also, I believe my saddle mate is infested with something,” Declan announced. “He’s done nothing but scratch and squirm since we started riding. Probably caught something while making time with all those mud splashers.”

“I'm bloody well not! It's from the straw ya lyrium-addled deep lord!” 

“Hmmm. Regardless, I think we should stop somewhere with fresh water and rinse the lad off. And maybe eat?”

"We'll be making camp shortly," the Warden finally answered. "You, and the other recruits, may rest while I attend to business at the Tower."

"Thank the Ancestors," Declan muttered. "I haven't been able to feel my arse for the last hour." There was the tiniest breath of air on the back of Declan’s neck, almost as if the brand was laughing despite himself.

"And there are certainly more enjoyable ways to get that outcome," Declan murmured, and was rewarded with another puff of air, just above the drape of his cloak. His cellmate, while completely insufferable, at least seemed to have some kind of sense of humor.

Their pace slowed as they turned off the road towards Lake Calenhad. The ride to the lake, and to the private dock that would allow the Warden to attend to his business in the isolated tower, was only a few more miles. Still, Declan was glad to get out of the saddle and stretch his aching muscles. The hulking beasts humans used for transport were most awkward to ride and his body had certainly paid a toll.

He thought back to Highever and pondered on the wisdom of taking a recruit from the center of a massacre as he waited to be served his breakfast. It was wholly impractical. They most likely could have walked out of that seige, without even a by-your-leave, if it wasn't for the Cousland boy.

He didn't seem exceptional, human's rarely were, but the Warden said he would make a promising recruit. Still, Declan had a feeling that recruitment in general was more down to dumb luck than anything else—dumb being the operative word.

Declan took a moment to stretch his legs and arch his back—he really was getting too old for this shit. Not that he was old. He was just a little stiffer in the mornings than he had been as a teen, that was all. Why, he was barely out of his adolescence! Those weren’t crow’s feet appearing at the corners of his eyes. They were character lines, and Declan would stab anyone who said otherwise.

Declan glanced towards the shoreline where he noticed Amos was standing at the edge of the water, squinting rather unattractively into the sunlight. Who could let such a perfect opportunity go to waste, Declan thought and strolled over to join him.

Tagging: @heniareth @yukichouji @castlecousland and @anarchycox but absolutely no pressure :)

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I got tagged by the lovely @blueheaded to do this picrew ages ago, but I just couldn’t find the right vibe for any of my main OCs, then I got this idea to do the Merry Band of Wardens and you know what, it just worked.

Tagging: anyone who wants to give this a go :)

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This is totally Assana and Amos and it now lives rent free in my head

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Okay, so the boost of energy has lasted and I finished the Declan one-shot! Yay me. For anyone interested in reading it, it has now been posted on AO3. The link and summary is below :)

UNFAMILIAR EMOTIONS

Declan gave himself a shake. He had no reason to feel bad. If he were to start feeling bad every time he hurt someone's feeling where would it end? What's next, caring about what people thought about him? Ancestors have mercy… What an awful existence.

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Last Line Monday

Thank you @oxygenforthewicked for the tag! I'll share the last thing I wrote, it's more than a line but why not lol

“That’s no way to talk to your prince,” Declan said, as Amos waded through the reeds and hauled himself out onto the bank. And—oh!—his wet rags clung to him like a second skin, and Declan felt a sudden jab of unease in his belly. It was an emotion he couldn’t name because he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt it before. Was it sympathy? Pity, even? Because the body that was revealed to Declan’s gaze was thin; too thin. 

Tagging: @merrybandofmurderers and anyone else who wants to share :) but, as always, completely no pressure.

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For the original character asks: 1 and 5 for one from the Merry Band of Wardens if applicable (and if not, for another lovely oc)

💕💕💕 thank you for the ask! Also I'm still working on the other one for the Merry Band Of Wardens (it's not forgotten, it's just surprisingly hard lol)

Have you ever picked up a habit from developing/writing one of your own characters? And if so, who and what?

I like to read my fic out loud when I'm doing edits and I always end doing the gestures I imagine the characters doing lol It's been notoriously bad for Declan and Eden lol A hair flick, an eye roll, an eyebrow quirk, etc. Worse still they tend to linger for a while after and I accidentally respond to people how I envisioned the character would.

Do you have any voice claims for your OCs?

Actually, yes. It was really hard trying to find some youtube clips that weren't too long or where discussions between characters, but here they are. Just click a name and hear the voice :)

Declan Aeducan / Amos Brosca / Assana Mahariel / Viera Tabris / Adelene Surana / Eden Amell / Connor Cousland

Some of these I had clear ideas about when I went into it, Luke Arnold's John Silver has always been the voice I imagined for Declan, and Frankie Adams was always Assana in my mind. The others came along after as I wrote them and started to form an idea about their voices.

In summary: Luke Arnold's John Silver is Declan, Zach McGowan's Vane is Amos, Frankie Adams is Assana Mahariel, Sophie Turner is Viera Tabris, Emily Blunt is Adelene, Hannah Murray is Eden Amell, and Regé Jean-Page is Connor.