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[noire-pandora]

Happy Wednesday, everyone. Here’s a bit from Daughter of Fire, chapter 13 aka Elluin has too many secrets and suddenly everyone will know about them.Val Royeaux.

The city of radiant abundance shaped Elluin's life more than any other place. In the shadow of the grandiose palaces, she had learned to live among humans and to read the fine threads of truth hidden behind their masks.

When her adoptive father died, the grief of walking alone on the same streets they once roamed drove her to run away and never look back. She renounced the inheritance Hirrum had left her, even though she had promised never to forget him.

For ten years Elluin successfully avoided the beckoning of her second home. For ten long years she pretended that her heart belonged to no place.

With every step the horse took, the years in Val Royeaux came back to her mind, and the vivid memories of the good and bad days she had spent in her adoptive father's bookshop brought tears to her eyes. Tears she could only hold back with difficulty before her companions noticed her grief.

"Sparks, what's going on?" Varric startled her as he spurred the smaller horse and rode closer to Elluin. "You're paler than usual."

Of course Varric had noticed her distress. Hiding her feelings from the man was as futile as hoping that morning would never come.

"I'm fine," she said, waving her hand in front of her face where a group of pesky flies buzzed about. "The flies irritate me."

"Sure they are. Listen, if you want to talk about it ..."

"That's just it, Varric, I don't want to talk about it," she said through clenched teeth. Glory - the magnificent grey horse she rode - sensed her distress and shook his head three times, neighed softly. "I'm sorry, boy," she stroked the horse's head to reassure him. A twinge of guilt quelled her growing annoyance at Varric's persistence. She had often wondered if horses could sense the connection she had with Rage and the power it offered.

"Varric, stop bothering the Herald," Cassandra stepped in when he opened his mouth to insist. "She does not want to speak about her problems, leave her alone."

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[mogwaei]

wip whenever + last line!

@in-arlathan tagged me not once, but twice!! Thank you, I miss doing these so much!

I'm sharing a bit more than a last line. Sort of a last paragraph? I didn't think I'd ever write Mao's origins because I used to believe it took away from her mystery, but then I figured out how to keep it vague while also telling that story XD

Things are Not Good™ in "Ouroboros", but what's new:

The stars were falling too. No, those were the eluvians. Toppling into the void like silver tears. She tumbled and twisted in the nothingness until she saw that moon again, a pair of silver horns piercing the endless night. Directly below her was an eluvian, its mirror facing upward. 

It happened too quickly for her to react--her body hit the surface and she plunged into another world.

and here's a preview of a piece I'll post soon! DHRUIIIIII

tagging @yolebrat, @johaeryslavellan, @serial-chillr, @crackinglamb, & @tesknicaa (i know u don't use tumblr lemmi, but fight me)

[in-arlathan]

WIP Wednesday

After sharing some writing yesterday, I wanted to share some recent unfinished art. I had a clear vision in my head but I'm afraid my imagination outperforms my artistic abilities x3

Sending some love to my creative mutuals like @musetta3, @johaeryslavellan, @yolebrat, @mogwaei, @serial-chillr, @midnightprelude, @starsandskies, @little-lightning-lavellan, @dreadfutures, @pinkfadespirit and all the others. I know life is busy so please do not feel obligated to participate. I just hope you're all well and have fun creating things. 🖤

[pinkfadespirit]

WIP Wendesday

Thank you for the tag @in-arlathan! I’m currently working on editing the end of my Fenders fic, the life that, here, awaits. I posted chapter 18 earlier so I just have the final chapter to go now. I’ve tried to pick a bit that doesn’t feel too spoilery to share here but I understand if anyone reading wants to wait until they’ve caught up before they read this excerpt from the opening of chapter 19. 

"How does that feel?" 

"Better," mumbles the little girl perched on top of the examination table, as she  moves her hand the way Anders had shown her. The wrist she had sprained earlier already looks better with the healing magic he has just channelled into it. 

"No more pain?" he asks and she shakes her head. Anders smiles. "Good. Now, if you're hungry, a friend of mine left a big basket of food here last night and I've got a big pot of stew going in the corner over there. You probably smelled it, right?" The little girl nodded again. From the look on her face and just knowing Darktown in general, he doubted she had smelled anything so good in a long time. "Go and ask my friend Lirene over there and she'll get you some. You as well." He directs the last part at the child's mother, who smiles gratefully at him as she lifts the small girl from the table and sets her down. 

"Thank you, healer. I wish I could repay you somehow."

"There's really no need," Anders tells her and sends her over to Lirene. She had come down with some supplies of her own when Anders informed her of the basket he'd received the night before and asked if she'd be willing to help him out with it. 

He isn't sure why Fenris still felt the need to leave such gifts in secret, as though Anders wasn't aware that it was from him. But he was grateful, and pleased to know that Fenris was thinking of him at all. He hasn't seen much of him in the past week. They had both helped Hawke with a job a few days ago but other than that Anders has been swamped with work in the clinic. It had taken him a little while to reopen after that night in the tunnels leading to the Gallows. As much as both Fenris and Hawke had done to reassure him, he had lost some confidence that he had any right to try and help people this way, when they had no idea of the monster he had the potential to be. But though his conscience weighed upon him, it was exactly that which sent him back to Darktown and remember that no one else was helping the refugees there. He may not be the most ideal person for the job but he’s willing to try. In the end that seems to be the more important factor. 

tagging: @fandomn00blr, @goth-surana, @aria-i-adagio, @johaeryslavellan, @dalish-rogue, @sulky-valkyrie, @glowing-blue-feathermage, @potatowitch, @anderstrevelyan, @noire-pandora and @barbex or anyone else who is interested, if you have something you’ve been working on and would like to share it, then I’d love to see. 

[faerieavalon]

WIP Wednesday (aka not completely dead here)

Tagged today by @serial-chillr and @fiadhaisteach thank you both!!

I’m honestly not working on much in the way of writing these days. I’m probably going to pull my fic for a rewrite soon. Though I have been busy! I’ve mentioned a few times that I’m a voice actor and this audio drama is currently in full swing!

For Goodness Sake: A Christmas Adventure

When Santa's Naughty List becomes public knowledge, teen friends Theo, JJ, Hugh and Izzy find out they are in the top ten. To correct this mistake, they travel to the North Pole to confront Santa. But not every story about the workshop is true. Join us in an unconventional Christmas story of peril and death that will leave you wondering who really deserves to be on the Naughty list. (TW: horror, gore, violence)

Passing along to @in-arlathan, @johaeryslavellan, @schoute, @pedlimwen to say hello, and share if you have a mind to!

[midnightprelude]

Thanks for the tags @johaeryslavellan and @fiadhaisteach and @in-arlathan! It's been a hot second since I've done one of these since I've been working on secret projects for exchanges and original stuff with @oftachancer for the past ~6 months or so!

I'll happily share a brief snippet from one of those original projects! Let me know if you're interested in hearing more! This is a very goofy one we're having a lot of fun with. :)

It took a few minutes before the big oak door swung in and there she was. Red hair and pale skin, flushed and rumpled. Alicia stared at him. “…Matt. What are you doing here?”

Country music played from inside. Candles inside glass containers glowing merrily on the surfaces behind her. 

“I could ask you the same question.” Matt offered her the pot of cherry-red flowers. “What are you doing all the way up here?”

“I told you- I needed time. To think. To reassess…” She hugged herself, the oversized plaid jacket dwarfing her. Alicia frowned. “You could have called. You should have. You would have saved yourself the trip.”

“Saved myself-“ Matt tilted his head to the side. “I brought you flowers. Can I come in? It’s freezing and I need to get a towel now if I want to rescue these boots-“

She sighed, shaking her head, and took a step inside. “Warm up. I’ll make you a thermos of coffee.” As she turned, he caught the glint of a bauble on her finger. A tiny diamond reflecting candlelight. “Aunt Genie, Matt’s here,” she called. 

“And you let him in?” The grumpy old woman called from another room. He could’ve sworn she’d liked him the last time he’d visited with Alicia.

[elveny]

“I’ll have to stay the night. I’m not going out in that snowstorm.” For the pairing of your choice? (I'd love to see some Adriene/Estinien, but I'll leave it up to you! 😁)

This went completely out of hand, so I, uh, put the smutty part to AO3, so if you want the whole thing, please head here. 😇

But if you're content with "just" some tension and smooching - enjoy.

_____

Loud banging on the front door shook Adriene out of her cosy sleepiness. She had been cuddled up in front of the blazing fireplace, a large mug of steaming mulled wine in hand and a book next to her, but the sudden noise nearly caused her to spill her drink.

“Come on, open up!”

She did not recognize the voice and for a moment, she was too surprised to contemplate answering the door. Then again, from the light falling through the windows into the snow-covered garden, it was obvious that someone was home, so she might as well.

As if to underline her thoughts, the man from outside called out, "I know you're home, so hurry up, man!"

He hammered against the door again, and Adriene put the mug aside with a sigh before she went to answer the door. It was freezing and windy, so she barely dared to open it more than halfway to peer outside.

At first, all she saw was a dark coat covered with snow and long, white hair that was whipped about by the wind. But when he heard the door open, the man swung around again.

“Finally!” he huffed, only to stop in his tracks when he saw her.

For a moment, they stared at each other. He was tall and incredibly handsome, with blue eyes that widened in surprise as he regarded her.

“You’re not Haurchefant,” he stated somewhat dumbfounded, then he took a step back into the snow that fell heavier by the second. He blinked up at the house and then back at her. “But this is his house.”

“No, I’m not Haurchefant,” Adriene said, giving him a small smile. “I’m house-sitting for him over the holidays. I’m Adriene.”

“Estinien,” the man answered. He held his coat closed at his throat and seemed uncertain what to do.

A gush of bitter-cold wind nearly ripped the door out of her hands, carrying sharp, icy snowflakes inside. What had started as beautiful, easy snowfall earlier that day definitely had turned into an outright storm. Adriene shuddered and motioned to Estinien.

“Come on in before you’re blown away.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. With a muttered thanks, he came in, shaking the snow from his coat and hair and rubbing his hands against the cold. With an effort, Adriene closed the door and turned back to her guest who gave her an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry,” Estinien said, “I don’t mean to intrude. Haurchefant lets me crash on his couch when I can’t make it home. And the roads are…” He gestured towards the window and the howling storm beyond.

“Oh!” Adriene nodded in apparent understanding even though this was the first time she heard of it. But she couldn't very well send him out into the snow again, could she? “Oh, yes, of course.”

She gestured for him to take his coat and shoes off, suddenly very much aware that she was not dressed for company in her leggings and an oversized sweater. Not to forget the thick woolly socks. Definitely not dressed for such company.

Underneath his black coat and thick scarf, Estinien wore a button-down shirt with the top buttons open and jeans.

Fuck, he was handsome.

And she was staring.

“Uhm,” she said, shaking herself and scrambling for something smart to say, “you look-” shockingly sexy “-like you could use something hot to drink, care for some mulled wine?”

Estinien had looked around, obviously taking in the little nest she had built herself in front of the fire, and now gave her a smile. “Absolutely.”

Adriene brushed a hand through her hair and nodded. “Alright then, make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right back.”

She quickly grabbed her phone and disappeared into the kitchen. The moment she was out of earshot, she called Haurchefant’s number while she rummaged around, taking another mug out of the cupboard and putting more mulled wine on the stove.

“Please answer, please answer,” she murmured, “plea- Haurchefant! Hi!”

“Adriene!” She could hear his broad smile even through the phone and the sound of the ocean and seagulls in the background. “I heard in the news there is a snowstorm coming, are you alright?”

“I - Yes, I’m alright, no worries.” Adriene took a breath to stop herself from fussing about too much. “Actually, the storm is already here. And so is a friend of yours. Please tell me you know someone named Estinien?”

“Oh! Estinien is there!” There was surprise and realisation in his voice, and the moment Adriene heard it, something inside her calmed down. Good, Estinien was an actual friend of Haurchefant’s, not some lying weirdo. “Oh, Adriene, my apologies, I should have told you. Of course I know him, and he does turn up without notice to crash on my couch sometimes when he can’t make it home because he had a drink or the roads are closed.”

“Okay good, so I did not invite an axe-murderer inside just now.” She let out a small chuckle. The wine was starting to heat and she readied the mug to pour it in.

“What? No, he’s a good guy.” Adriene could basically see him perking up as he spoke. “Excellent guy, in fact. In fact, he’s such an-”

She laughed and interrupted him. “Stop trying to set me up with anyone and enjoy your holidays with Cassia, will you?”

“But-”

Having an excellent idea of what he was about to say, she didn’t let him finish the sentence. “Goodbye Haurchefant! Tell Cass I said hi!” She ended the call and put her phone aside, still shaking her head in amusement.

“So,” Estinien said behind her, and Adriene flinched at the sudden address, turning around swiftly.

He leaned against the doorframe, giving her an amused grin. “Not an axe-murderer then.”

Adriene blushed, but before she could find an answer, he added, “You, I mean. I didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but I was just about to call Haurchefant to make sure the beautiful woman in his house is legit and hasn’t murdered him in his sleep when I heard you say his name.”

A startled laugh escaped her and her blush intensified when she realised he had called her beautiful. “Well, good to know we both had the same thought. Roughly.” She went back to fill the mulled wine into the mug and handed it to him. As he took it, his fingers brushed hers and a small buzz went through her at the touch, settling into a pleasant tingle in her stomach. “At least now I don’t have to throw you back out into the storm and can instead offer you this drink in good conscience.”

“Much obliged,” he said with a slow, amused smile. The tingle in her stomach grew stronger under the intensity of his eyes. After a long, loaded second, Estinien asked, “So, how did you end up house-sitting for Haurchefant?”

“Well, it’s less house-sitting and more of a vacation, truly,” she told him while they went back into the living room. “My sister gave him a vacation somewhere with beaches and sun and cocktails for the holidays.”

His eyebrows rose. “You’re Cassia’s sister?”

She nodded. “She’s my twin, actually.”

Adriene settled back down into the blankets in front of the fire, taking her mug again. Estinien put his drink aside and rubbed his hands in front of the fire before sitting down next to her while she talked.

“While they were planning, I said something about wanting to spend the holidays in winter wonderland for once, so Haurchefant said I’d be welcome to use his house while they’re gone.” She looked towards the window where the snow swirled wildly through the black night. “I didn’t count on an actual snowstorm, to be quite honest.”

“He should have warned you about them,” Estinien said, following her gaze. “They’re quite common this time of the year.”

Closing her hands more tightly around her mug, she murmured, “Good thing I didn’t plan on actually going out much and stocked the pantry accordingly.”

“And here I am, crashing your party for one.” Estinien raised his mug as if to toast her and she grinned.

“Actually, I’m happy you’re here,” she said, meaning every word. It felt a bit as if a present had been dropped at her door just when she had started to feel a bit forlorn. “In fact, I feel rather heroic, giving you shelter in your time of need.”

He huffed a laugh that sent a delighted shiver down her back. “Your heroism is appreciated. I shall endeavour not to be a burden nonetheless.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Adriene murmured into her wine. Already, she felt like her vacation had taken a turn for the better.

“So, how do you like your vacation in winter wonderland?” he asked, settling into a comfortable position.

She gave a little shrug. “Winter wonderland is beautiful if a bit cold, but I’m not sure it was… the best idea.”

“Not what you expected it to be?”

Adriene looked thoughtfully into the fire for a moment, taking another sip from her wine. “I thought I needed a bit of time for myself. But after a few days alone, all I feel is… well, alone?” She gave him a little smile. “So your presence is actually much appreciated. Especially considering that you’re not…”

“An axe-murderer?” he completed her sentence dryly, joining her laughter when she nodded.

“Exactly!” She gave him an appreciative look. He wasn’t only extremely handsome, he was good company as well. “So, considering you couldn’t make it home in the snowstorm, you’re not from around either?”

He hummed his confirmation. “I don’t live that far away, actually, but I still wouldn’t want to chance it in this storm. Especially not after a drink or two at the pub.”

“Smart choice,” she chuckled, wiping a lock of hair behind her ear.

His gaze intensified as he watched her, the smile curling his lips sending a peculiar feeling down her spine that settled deep within her. “I thought so. I’m definitely counting my blessings right now,” he murmured, the cadence of his voice sending the butterflies in her stomach flying again.

They settled into an easy conversation for a while, talking about their mutual friend and homes, until an especially loud howl from the wind made them both look up.

Adriene’s eyes widened as she saw the snow piling up in front of the window. “I hope you don’t have to be somewhere tomorrow,” she said. “If this continues, we won’t get the door open.”

“Not the worst outcome of an unexpectedly great evening,” Estinien murmured. “I rather enjoy the company.”

Her eyes flickered to him and another jolt went through her as she met his gaze.

“Me too,” she smiled.

There was a small pause, filled with a tension that seemed to make the air between them sizzle.

“Actually,” Adriene said when neither of them moved, “since you’re going to stay the night — you know where Haurchefant keeps his spare bedding…? Otherwise, you’d have to share with me.”

The words were out before she could stop herself. Maybe it was the warmth in the room or the way he looked at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret them.

Estinien tilted his head, heat simmering in his eyes as he kept his gaze locked with hers. His voice dropped a notch as he murmured, “Now, how am I possibly supposed to answer this?”

Adriene bit her lip, the thrill of excitement swirling in her stomach as his eyes fell to her mouth. “I don’t know. How do you want to answer?”

Disbelief swung in the little laugh he gave. “I fled the snowstorm and came to a friend’s house to crash on the couch, only to magically find the most beautiful woman inviting me in for a drink in front of the fire instead. A woman with an enchanting smile, who asks me to share her bed. What do you think I want to answer?”

“I don’t know,” she said, the butterflies in her belly exploding into a myriad of sparks at his words. “For all I know you could not be into women or in a relationship. I mean, you are…” She gestured vaguely at him.

Estinien raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Gorgeous,” Adriene added, and he started to smile in a way that made her breathless. It was confident, sexy. “Incredibly handsome. Who turned up on my doorstep just when I was already resigned to loneliness throughout Starlight, basically saving me from misery. Did I mention gorgeous?”

His smile widened and he leaned a bit closer. “You did,” he murmured. “And we can’t have misery, of course.”

“Of course,” she agreed, her voice barely more than a whisper as she could feel his breath against her lips, the tension between them so tangible that she thought she could see sparks in the air. “It is a vacation after all.”

“Mhm,” he hummed approvingly, closing the last bit of distance between them, and kissed her.

[aymayzing]

Don't do that, it'll only hurt, from the WiP ask?? And I'm also intrigued by the I Cried Power one 👀👀

Thank you for the ask!

Okay, so Don't do that. It'll only hurt is very much a work in progress. It's a prompt I got here on Tumblr and still haven't posted as I don't have much done. It's going to be a small Handers.

I Cried Power, now that one has more to it. It's Lys x Dorian, though that is not the main focus of the fic. It's mostly about the way politics in Thedas work and how crucial alliances are - and how people show who they're affiliated with. Here's a longer excerpt, since I really like this one but I got stuck and don't know if I'll ever post it:

Magister Dorian Pavus doesn’t flaunt his status as one of the Lucerni. Everyone knows which side he backs. Far more interesting is, who backs magister Pavus? He's wealthy and popular, smart and charismatic – but these are not the only reasons for his quick rise to power in Tevinter.

Anyone who visits any of the many Pavus’s estates – maybe discounting the one still occupied by the magister’s mother – quickly learns that too. It’s especially obvious in his mansion in Minrathous, where the most important people visit him.

There are many clues scattered through the halls – a beautiful armor with a symbol of an eye and a flaming sword in the foyer. A series of crayon drawings, showing a man with twirled mustache, an elf clad in red, another elf with longer hair, a dwarf and a lot of bees, hung along one of the corridors. The staff Pavus is usually seen with is unlike any other in the Imperium – made out of dark brown wood, with spikes forming a crown at the top, holding in place an enchanted human skull, which always hums with spirit magic.

But the most important clue is in the magister’s study. When one speaks of a ‘study’ of a magister, it’s not about the room, in which the magister actually works – such rooms are jealously guarded against competition and often even family members are not allowed entry. No, in this case it’s the study, where the magister speaks with his guests – political allies and rivals, his clientelae – people he takes care of, in exchange for their support.

The study of magister Dorian Pavus is a spacious, round room. There are four big windows, located across the room from each other, looking out to the mansion’s garden, which most of the year is filled with blooming pink, orange and yellow flowers and fruit bearing trees. In between the windows are floor-to-ceiling bookstands, filled with books on varying topics – from long, boring treaties on Tevinter history, through the latest books by Brother Genitivi, to two shelves dedicated exclusively to Varric Tethras' novels.

In the middle of the room stands a desk – a big, heavy ebony desk, with half a dozen of drawers and four golden legs. It’s a family heirloom – the desk served eleven generations of magisters Pavuses, carefully taken care of by their slaves, now paid servants, each ink stain removed with magic. On one side of the desk stands a small, blue, satin upholstered sofa. On the other, on the side with the drawers, is a matching chair with wide armrests – the seat of the magister. The seats are much newer than the desk itself – it’s much harder to take care of soft silk, than lacquered ebony. It’s behind that chair, where the most important declaration of Pavus’s allegiance is.

The wall behind this chair is bare, no windows, no books. Only a painting in a golden frame. The painting is large, for it takes up almost the whole wall. On it, one can see magister Dorian Pavus – he sits in a chair with a high back, visible in half-profile to the viewer, as if to show off his well-formed nose. His gray eyes are lined with kohl and his hair is shorter than in reality – the painting must’ve been created a few years back. The black mole under Dorian’s eye looks more like a heart on the painting – hard to say whether that was intentional. Pavus seems proud, but in a casual, comfortable way, smiling at the viewer lightly from under his glorious, twirled mustache. Dorian is wearing long black, sleeveless robes, embroidered with golden snakes and he wears a matching bracelet - another golden snake wrapped around his right arm. Magister’s birthright, a big, golden pendant, hangs from his neck and his fingers are adorned in rings made out of precious metals.

Next to Dorian and slightly behind him is painted another man – an elf. He stands tall and proud, his right hand resting on the back of Dorian’s chair, while the left arm ends above the elbow.

His handsome face is pale but covered in freckles and a big, dark brown tattoo, which looks a lot like a tree – with the crown on the man’s forehead and the roots twirling down his face and disappearing under his clothes. The smile he wears amplifies the two scars he has – a small cut on his lower lip and a deep slash on his right cheek. His golden-green eyes are big – he is an elf, after all – and he looks at the viewer kindly. His outfit is simpler than Dorian’s embroidered robe but it’s still a fine outfit – brown leather pants and thigh-high boots, a long, green coat with a Dalish pattern over a white shirt with a V-shaped decolletage. The sleeve on the elf's left hand is tucked up, so it would end where his hand does. He also wears some jewelry – golden earrings on his long, pointy ears and one delicate, golden ring shaped like a snake, the tip of its tail and it’s open jaws holding an amber with a small flower in it.

[sinsbymanka]

Sunshine and Nugs for @johaeryslavellan! 

I would like to nominate @johaeryslavellan! They're always so kind and supportive to everyone around them, and make this fandom a brighter place!

Please spread the love for @johaeryslavellan!

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[juliafied]

2 and 36 for a pairing of your choice from the OTP asks! I'd love to know more about them :)

Thanks so much for the ask!! I love thinking and writing about these two. 

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Definitely Hawke. Fenris has been an early riser his entire life, which is a habit he’s kept, despite now being in charge of his wake-up time. By the time Hawke is out of bed, he’s already done his exercises, sword forms, and sometimes he doesn’t mind setting the kettle to boil before she gets up. There are times, though, when Hawke can convince him to sleep in - maybe they were up late the night before, or it’s been a rough week, but Hawke is always pleasantly surprised when she stirs and can roll over to give him a morning cuddle.

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

Fenris is usually pretty aloof in public - he doesn’t want to act, as he says, “inappropriately”, which Hawke always laughs at of course. In private, though, more often than not, he pulls her into an embrace before she can ask him to. He just likes reminding himself that she’s there, and that finally, after everything they’ve been through, he can just hold her and have it feel good.

[mogwaei]

a humble gift to @johaeryslavellan of her most incredible and quite sad Inquisitor Tristan Trevelyan from her fic A World With You. It’s a beautiful Dorianmance that I enthusiastically recommend! I love him so much ;u;

[in-arlathan]

Last Line Monday

It's technically Tuesday, but I was tagged by @musetta3 and I wanted to do more of these writing-related tags again. So here we are… and with some news. :3

I was unsure whether I wanted to write the sequel for “The Rebel's Ascension” or not. But after the new cinematic trailer arrived, my love for Dragon Age was somehow magically revived. I just started writing – and already accumulated about 8,000 words. Granted, most of which are lore and world building resources for old and new readers (the summary of the first fic is about 1,8k words, lol).

But I hope to finish the prologue sometime this week. Felani will take a much larger role in this one, and I'm really excited to have her as the POV character much more often.

So please have my last paragraph from yesterday's writing session:

“Once, I was Fel’anas’hani,” the smith said. “‘The Blade that Always Finds Its Mark’. That was the name my master June bestowed upon me when I came into this world. But most people just called me Felani. And I still remember those who aided Fen’Harel in his fight against the power of the Evanuris. I remember them all.”

Okay, time for some tags. Please don't pressure to participate. Just sending some good vibes your way. @rosella-writes, @serial-chillr, @johaeryslavellan, @thebookworm0001, @mogwaei, @pikapeppa, @noire-pandora and anyone who wants to play.

If you want to be tagged next time around, please let me now. I'm happy to put you on the tag list. <3

[coronerandundersheriff]

New guys in town!!!

(OC'S by @johaeryslavellan and @oftachancer )

[faerieavalon]

18 and 27 from the fanfic writer asks!💖

18. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

A little of both, actually. One of the main reasons I don’t like editing is because I’m my own worst critic. I’ll find one thing I need to pick at and before I’ve noticed I’ve pulled the whole damned thing apart and defeated myself before I started.

I don’t outline or really plan anything when I first start writing. So it’s usually messy and slow. Dialogue I won’t edit until I’m finished but I will take my work one paragraph at a time and either reword things, cut it into different sections, or squint really hard at my choices and realize I was approaching it all wrong and throw the whole damn thing out. 

27. What time of day do you prefer to write? 

Lately I’ve been writing any time I get more than 5 minutes to myself, which is far less common than I hoped. I’m a bit chaotic here, too. I prefer writing in the earlier hours of my day but I do my best brainstorming when I stay up way too late at night. So I have sticky notes on my wall to remind me about a meat pie joke or screenshots of discord conversations to sort out when I sit down the next morning, like little presents I leave myself.

I’m a chaotic mess, lol. What I do is kind of like filling a paint brush with colour and splashing it at a canvas until you get enough lines on to be able to say ‘oh, is that a tree? it will be now’ and then spending 10 pages talking about how it misses its leaves in the Autumn.

[midnightprelude]

I posted 640 times in 2022

27 posts created (4%)

613 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hexcore-juggler

@storybookhawke

@johaeryslavellan

@mdzsartreblogs

@miindli

I tagged 626 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#dragon age - 389 posts

#da art - 386 posts

#dragon age inquisition - 172 posts

#dragon age 2 - 162 posts

#dorian pavus - 150 posts

#anders - 119 posts

#our flag means death - 53 posts

#hades game - 52 posts

#ofmd - 47 posts

#blackbeard - 43 posts

Longest Tag: 91 characters

#i am watching the fandom trying to decide a ship name in real time and i like that one best

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Would there be any interest in a small indie author writing support group on discord? Specifically geared towards people looking to publish in the near future and especially lgbtq+ authors and authors who write lgbtq+ works!

15 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

#4

Thinking of holding another Dorian centric event this spring and wondering if folks have preferences for event type? Could be a prompts event, Big Bang, competition, or exchange? I’m also open to ideas!

23 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36437791

Saturday morning Patrochilles feels because I JUST finished TSoA and I’m not alright. 🥺😭

40 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#2

First drawing in a very long time (maybe of the year)! Trying to get a hang of a different style and of course I had to start with Dorian and Anders. :)

47 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ukraine Relief Charity Commissions

I never do writing commissions, but in light of the war in Ukraine, I've decided to make an exception. I'm going to be offering a limited number of writing commission slots in exchange for a donation of $20+ USD to any of the organizations listed below.

These will be ~1k written works for original fiction or any of the following fandoms:

Dragon Age, CQL/The Untamed, The Song of Achilles, The Magicians, Hades Game, or Horizon Zero Dawn (I'm barely into HFW so I can't really write to that).

I'm willing to write any rating, but have specific subjects I'm uncomfortable with. I reserve the right to refuse commissions that I don't think I can do justice and will do so before accepting the slot.

How it works:

Confirm your slot with me via tumblr, Twitter, or discord

Send me your idea and I'll make sure it's something I can write

I'll work on an outline or concept and send it back

Send me a receipt of your donation

I'll finish up your work in 1-2 weeks, depending on time and will communicate if I get behind.

If you're a creative of any sort and would like to help in this effort, please let me know! I can create a master list of posts for people taking charity commissions for any sort of creation (art, writing, moodboards, music, etc.). Also, please feel free to use my banner.

Charity Organizations (subject to change):

1. CARE's Ukraine Crisis Fund:

2. Global Giving's Ukraine Crisis Relief Fund

3. Save the Children's Ukraine Crisis Relief Fund

126 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

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Thanks for the tag, @johaeryslavellan! I was glad to see you on my top reblogs, too! <3 Tagging forward to @dismalzelenka!

[elveny]

1. for M'ajah and Eremia, from the Intimate prompts? 🥺❤

For the Intimate Moments Prompts | Thank you so much! ❤ @okami-zero asked for the same thing :D

This got a bit more suggestive than initally planned, but who am I to complain ;)

hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other's shoulder

She found him outside, standing at the edge of the Dawn Throne and looking out over the Steppe. It was past twilight already, night falling quickly. Already, the first stars twinkled into existence far above them while the horizon was still lined with gold and orange. Eremia’s silver hair shimmered in the growing darkness, and despite the cold wind, he wasn’t wearing sleeves, his bare arms lined with the ritual colors they had been adorned with earlier. The sight made her smile and for a second, she allowed herself to just look at him; the shadows and flickering lights moving over his body like formless caresses. While he had been all laughter and song inside, the easy-going and cheerful bard bringing life and soul into the evening; out here, he looked like the warrior and hunter he was. Standing utterly still, he could blend into the darkness like a shadow himself, and M’ajah could nearly physically feel the strength radiating from him.

Behind her, the celebration was still in full swing and would be until the morrow, laughter and rough songs dancing in the air. The various drinks she had had put a tingle into her limbs and a delicious warmth spread through her body.

Quickly and silently, she hurried over the grass to him. Eremia didn’t seem to notice her, lost in thought as he stared out into the darkness. It was only when she let her hands slide up his back and around him that he perked up, his ears twitching. Straightening, he put his hands upon hers and pulled her closer against him, and as she lay her head against his shoulders, she could hear the smile in his voice as he said her name.

“Ajah.”

“Mhm,” she purred, nuzzling her nose over his skin as his tail curled around hers. “I was looking for you. What are you doing out here?”

“I just needed some air.”

“Already? The night has barely begun.” She pressed herself closer against him, inhaling his scent that was tinged with smoke from the many fires, the sweet flavor of the plum wine they had been served and the body paint.

“Indeed,” he chuckled. His fingers closed around her wrist, holding her while he turned around to close her in his arms. “But I find the sake going to my head.” He gave her a fanged smile that made her knees go weak, his eyes dark as he looked down on her. “So do you, methinks.”

She shrugged with a coy look. “Maybe. It is a celebration, though.” She rose to her toes to press a short kiss onto his lips. “Come and sing for me, love,” she whispered against his mouth, “and I shall dance for you. What say you?”

There was a low, appreciative growl in the back of his throat as he tried to kiss her again but she pulled just out of reach, giving him a playful grin.

“I fear I shall have to keep certain warriors from carrying you off to their yurt if you do that,” he murmured, and M’ajah laughed.

“Or you could join,” she suggested, her smile widening as his eyes narrowed.

“You don’t mean that,” he said as she escaped from his embrace and grabbed his hand to pull him back towards the celebration. But the twitch of his tail betrayed the excitement behind his accusatory words and M’ajah shrugged again, eyes sparking.

“Come and find out!”