theluckywizard

[theluckywizard]

Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.

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Mini-Quest

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goodnight my friends 

i hope i have good dreams 

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Dreaming again of a world where the advisors in dai had low approval scenes. I wanna see extremelly polite Josephine being at her most passive aggressive with me.

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Dragon Emblem: Origins

continuing my fire emblem sacred stones style demakes, my darlings, the ogs

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like dogs, shianni

my warden’s no good very bad awful horrible day and dancing with the ghost of her wedding day

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Parks & Inquisition

I have been screaming about Parks & Inquisition for a while now but it really is so perfect:

Inquisitor = Leslie Knope

Josephine = Ann Perkins (because she’s a beautiful tropical fish too good for this world)

Leliana = April Ludgate (hardened scary Leliana of course)

Cullen = Jerry Gergich (I’M SORRY, I LIKE CULLEN but he did kill my whole clan the first playthrough damnit Gerry/Jerry/Gary/Cullen)

Solas = Ben Wyatt (ORB DOWN COSTS EGG CLOWN HIS ELF CROWN)

Vivienne = Donna Meagle. Savvy and taker of no shit.

Iron Bull = Andy Dwyer

Cassandra = Ron Swanson

Cole = Orin

Sera = Mona Lisa Saperstein

Varric = Tom Haverford

Dorian = Chris Traeger, because he and the Inquisitor share a nerdish enthusiasm, okay (look, I am stretching at this point)

Blackwall = Lil Sebastian (I RAN OUT OF CHARACTERS, OKAY)

BONUS HAWKE AS JEAN RALPHIO BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE, SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS:

Also bonus double-casting of The Warden = Ron Swanson:

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A gift for all my beloved Blackwallmancers ❤

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 89: The Siege

Cullen x Trevelyan | Hawke x Treveyan | E | 478k WIP | DA:I | Epic | Multiship | Slow burn | Fast burn | Complications While Saving the World

Chapter Summary:

The Inquisition begins its bombardment of Adamant Fortress.

Fic Summary:

Lady Rose Trevelyan is in over her head. Her attendance at the Conclave was only meant to distract her from her failures as a daughter. And then it blew a hole in the world. Marked by an unknown magic, armed with only a few relevant skills, Rose fumbles and fights her way across Thedas with a band of shockingly deadly oddballs dedicated to stopping— well, all of it. As apocalyptic forces conspire to break and remake her, Rose is snared between the tentative devotion of the Inquisition’s stalwart commander and the fierce love of legendary warrior Garrett Hawke, two vastly different men both haunted by hindsight.

Excerpt below the cut 👇

In our tent, Garrett armors up, the urgency in each tightened buckle sounding a lot like my own anger. He waits me out, for the pot to simmer over as I tear around our tent, straightening up our belongings.

“How could you stand there and stop me?” I ask. Garrett’s shoulders fall as he shakes his head.

“Because he was right. Imagine arrows and stones and bodies raining down and everyone’s eyes trained upon you.”

“You’re both treating me like a child.”

“Maker, I’m trying to keep you alive.”

“I’m the bloody Inquisitor,” I shoot back. Garrett’s eyes fix upon me in a brutal, blue rebuke.

“That doesn’t make you invincible, my love.”

“Don’t my love me. You know I’m right.”

Garrett marches close, taking my scowling face in his hands, thumbs dragging over my cheeks.

“I know the greatness of your courage. I know. But it’s liable to get you killed. I don’t care if it’s the noble thing to do.” I huff inside his big hands.

“I see how it is,” I mutter. “Double standards all around.”

“I’m a trained soldier, Rose,” he says, speaking into the narrow void between us. “And the fate of the world isn’t embedded in my hand. I’m built for this. You’re built for more.”

“Well isn’t that a slick line,” I whisper. He caves in slightly, curling around the rake of my claws and then leans in to kiss my forehead.

“It’s the truth,” he says, lips brushing. “I love you something awful. I’m sorry.”

“Just fucking go.”

Garrett’s scolding look lingers, wounded and searching, like he didn’t strike first. When he leans in for a kiss, I turn my head, his lips catching my cheek.

“Right.”

When he ducks out of the tent the tense air doesn’t follow. I’m suffocated in it, my heart bucking and wrenching, my teeth clenched. Trembling, I find the edge of my desk and when that’s inadequate, I throw myself down on our bed.

I feel as small and delicate as the woman who tripped out of her privileged, cushy life, wrapped in her own inane dramas, pretending to give a damn about the injustices of Thedas. Who am I to lead a whole fucking army to save the world?

A pair of furious tears burn their way across my temples into my hair.

What am I even doing here?

And then the groan of the trebuchets and the crack of stone against bruised fortress walls shakes me from my petulance. There’s no privy to hide in. There’s no sinking beneath the surface of a tepid bath to blow bubbles until my mind stills.

Here my life lurches to the rhythm of our attack, my very heart riding out into the thunder and blood beside another battered piece of it. The sneaking suspicion that they’re right eats at my righteous fury, first nibbling then in larger bites. I hate that they’re right, that I’m the kind of leader consigned to the sidelines while stronger people take the biggest risks.

I throw myself onto my side, face to face with the limp lemon-yellow flower Garrett had picked for me from a cactus he’d encountered at Lost Wash Creek yesterday. It’s wilted and bruised, abused against my nose again and again whenever I sought comfort. Are we as ephemeral as this? Would I really let my own fear and misery tear us apart when he was only doing what he thought was best for me? For us. For the long years that call us on.

We belong to each other, declared in ink and blood and sweat and breath.

Fuck.

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[theluckywizard]

REGIONS OF THEDAS: The Western Approach

[theluckywizard]

In Prince's funky name, amen.

[theluckywizard]

In theory, maybe I get the “we’re all just playing with barbies, they’re fictional characters, no interpretation is incorrect because it’s an interpretation” argument. But actually no, not all takes are equally valid. Framing something as an interpretation doesn’t mean it inherently has merit. Some takes are completely incorrect and betray a fundamental misunderstanding of the source material. They just aren’t a reason to harass people or send death threats

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Writers Tag Game!

Thank you for the tags @briannasroger and @lyricallyriumao3! 💖

Do you prefer writing...

on your computer or on your phone | one-shots or multichapter | <5k or 10k or >10k words per chapter | chronologically or jump back and forth | planning things out or winging it | drabbles or plot or character study | dialogue or action | romance or comedy | mystery or horror | alternate universe or close to canon | writing new content or editing your work | finishing a WIP or starting a new one

Extra questions

How long on average do you spend writing 1 chapter?

It really depends! These days it's about a month on my main long fic😩but I was able to smash out a 16 chapter fic in 7 weeks this spring. When I first started working on the long fic I did about 1 chapter a week for a year straight, but as the story grew more complex it dropped to two weeks and now it's a month.

How long do you spend editing?

It's hard to say because I kind of edit as I go, barring a final readthrough. But a lot of what I do is editing!

Favourite thing to write?

Like prev, it's banter and romantic comedy. Figuring out the specific chemistry between two LIs is my favorite and comes very naturally to me!

Hardest thing to write?

Big military set pieces, politics, heavy angst. I can do it! I just need to research a lot. Sera. Cole. Solas. sldfkjsldfkj

Fic/story you are most proud of and why?

I can't choose between my darlings so I'm posting all three!

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention my big fat fic that's consumed my brain for two years running, In the Shattering of Things (WIP, E, Cullen x Trevelyan, Hawke x Trevelyan, multiship). The story has consumed my brain and I'm extremely proud of all 478k words. It's somehow both a slow burn, a fast burn, an epic, a tale of grief, one of second chances and about making mistakes. It contains both my earliest fic writing and my best writing and two original characters (Rose Trevelyan and Garrett Hawke) that I promise will feel real.

My fic Instead Came Your Arms (Complete, Exiled Alistair x f!Hawke, E, DA2) is the most recent 'favorite child', written for an exchange. I've said this before, but I wanted to smash these two broken people together like cupcakes. There's banter, political intrigue, grief, action, romance, smut and a happy ending. It's the first big chaptered thing I've ever actually finished and I couldn't be prouder! My matchmaking moms AU fic, Kiss Me Moonstruck (WIP, Garrett Hawke x Rose Trevelyan, E, DA2) is my attempt at a satirical fish out of water romantic comedy. This one is pure fun, a story of aggressive compliance, and a bit of a challenge to see how many shenanigans I can subject them to without breaking them 😎. Garrett and Rose have immaculate chemistry, the entire DA2 gang is there too and the moms might just be my favorite part.

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Chapters: 25/45 Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rook/Solas (Dragon Age), Felassan & Rook (Dragon Age), Rook & Female Cadash, Felassan/Rook (Dragon Age) Characters: Female Ingellvar, Solas (Dragon Age), Felassan (Dragon Age), The Caretaker (Dragon Age), Female Cadash (Dragon Age), Vorgoth (Dragon Age), Mythal Fragment, Varric Tethras, Leliana (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, But Not Exactly a Fix-It, Canon Has Not Just Been Yeeted, It’s Been Reduced to Its Component Molecules, Dragon Age: The Veilguard Spoilers, Complicated Relationships, Past SolHruse, Eventual FelaHruse, Solas is Fen'Harel (Dragon Age), Felassan is Flirty, Rook is doing her best, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Minor Character Death, The butterfly effect, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Short Chapters, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note Series: Part 1 of A Rook’s Gambit Summary:

A chess piece, moving in straight lines? Or a harbinger of war and change? Hruse Ingellvar thinks she might be both. When the world ends, and the choices are death or desperation, she willingly goes back to the beginning to see if she can stop it from happening.

Now the only question that remains is will she turn the Dread Wolf away from the duty he thinks he can’t escape, or sacrifice herself for the greater good?

Completely written. Updates once a week. Beta’d by Iron_Angel.

Chapter 25 - This Is Fine

“I didn’t think it through,” she whispered.  “What it would mean, to hide the orb, to stop the madness before it could even begin.  What will he do?”

“I don’t know,” Felassan said, just as softly.  Carefully, he twined his fingers with hers until they were laced together.  “But you are not as alone as you think.  You have me.”

“Do I?” she let out on a gasp of air.  The tide was threatening to pull her under again.  She had to get a hold on it before she was completely drowned.

“There is the spirit, the man and the wolf.  We are outnumbered.  So we’ll have to stick together.”

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @greypetrel, and earlier @midmorninggrey and @pinayelf (you're tagged back also c:). This is from the Hawke in the Fade wip, which I've tentatively picked back up in between events and things. I've shared some of it before, but I don't think I've shared this bit yet.

So: here's Varric informing everybody what happened to Hawke.

(Varric & Hawke | 464 Words | CW: Major character death)

“The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.” —Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music”

The letters would, ultimately, be sent only to a select few. 

One would go to a dead drop in Antiva.  

One to the pale palace at Starkhaven. 

One to the mountains outside Kirkwall, to the city itself, and to Amaranthine, where a ship bobbed in the bay. 

Varric, who penned each of them alone in the great hall of Skyhold, stared at the list and thought there should have been more. There should be thousands. There should be a ceremony with…with trumpets and banners and garlands of flowers. There should be people weeping in the streets, dammit.

Hawke deserved—well. She deserved to be here and alive, but that was the least of it. Wishing could not take back what had been done. If he could dream, he would run back into the Fade every night and catch her in time. 

But he could not dream. Not even for Hawke. Little use as it was, Varric could make lists instead, so that was what he’d been doing ever since they’d made it back to Skyhold.

Hawke wouldn’t have wanted fanfare. She would’ve wanted something quiet in that place she’d bought outside Amaranthine. Would’ve wanted to be…buried under a tree, something like that. An unmarked grave, she’d told Varric, laughing over drinks after that statue of her had gone up in Lowtown. Under a rosebush or a hedgerow. Let the world mourn me, not its people. She’d added that trees quite liked a little extra iron, actually, not to mention roses, but Varric had cut her off there. It was a little too macabre to think of planting his dearest friend under a rosebush even for him, though he’d made note of it to work into a story later. 

There was a certain drama to it, he supposed, still staring blindly at the list. He would have…would’ve liked to oblige. The Fade had been cruel and thorough; there wasn’t even a corpse to burn, wasn’t even a body to bury. All he had—all he’d always had—was paper and ink. It couldn't possibly be enough; had, perhaps, never been enough. What was it worth, this quill, the inkwell he’d prepared, if it hadn’t saved him anything that mattered most?

Varric lifted a hand as stiff as wood, tapped the quill into its waiting inkwell, and began the final letter. 

Dear Fenris, he began. 

There’s no good way to tell you this…

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged some days ago by @theluckywizard , thank you so much! <3 I have stuff I sadly can't show, and am taking some time to relax and just read. I'm reading a lot. But I have a couple of things I'm slowly working on... And I can show. LOL.

1. Some more whale au portrait that can work also for her DA self. I just need to look how a lobster (... astice in italian? How's in English the lobster with claws?). Anyway, the "love the unloved" concept is really hers, I doodled something.

2. Small comic in the modern AU I'm working on. The colours are relative and just to separate vignettes (I decided I don't like the vignette tool in CSP. Here it's a purely personal preference, the one I got real beef with is the text tool. Text tool is objectively abysmal). Anyway, it's movie night, someone will get ideas, and that child isn't spoiled *at all*.

Tagging: @salsedinepicta @ndostairlyrium @shivunin @dungeons-and-dragon-age @inquisimer @pinayelf @chanafehs @elfroot-and-laurels @lyanachaan @cute-ellyna @schwarznummer1 @hollytree33 @p0lkadotdotdot @bfire92 and YOU! You reading, yes!

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Sanguine

is a loosely canonical chronicle of the events of Dragon Age: Origins with an F!Amell/Alistair pairing featuring a canon-bending Warden, which results in some familiar situations resolved in unfamiliar ways.

Sanguine is fully illustrated by the exceptional @vjatoch and is being published in a serial format, with weekly updates every Wednesday.

CHAPTER 39

in which the crew takes one final opportunity to put off facing Kinloch Hold, for just one more night.

Read chapter 39 on AO3!

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