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Artist and writer, but science is my day job. Admin @thedragonagebigbang | @thedasincolor | @dadrunkwriting | @dragonagefanevents.
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Feel free to make fanart, podfics, and derivative works of mine, as long as a heads-up & credit is given. I always appreciate the creativity of this community. See my full use statement here.
▸Read about my OCs: Ixchel Lavellan | Halevune Mahariel
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Please check out my murder mystery Dragon Age fanfiction:
it ends, or it doesn't.
Rated T | 7 chapters | 45k. | Complete
Felassan finds himself investigating a murder with a ragtag group of three outcast Dalish, uncovering an ancient ruin hidden in plain sight and the ugly secret trapped at its heart. Illustrated by Adurna-0 with additional commissioned art.
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For @evanurisweek days 1 and 2: Elgar'nan and Mythal.
At the dawn of the world as it will be, Mythal and Elgar'nan dream themselves into existence.
Warnings for canon-typical violence, mentions of incest, cannibalism, dubious consent, and imperialism.
Her beast of a husband comes heaving, impossible. He is a thousand eons tall, a shape so great it encompasses all that was written, was made. Myth made flesh, and how wondrous he shines! Like a creature unspeakable. He will be made of the earth. He will be made of the sun.
She outstretches a great hand, as deep and as unknowable as he is great and evident. She has encompassed the world, just as he has overtaken the sky. Creatures of sensation rarely satiated. Tremulous and strangers to each other and to existence, they will their breath through lungs not yet shaped. They are concept. Signifier without signified. Imago, ready to be breach-birthed through the gaps between the Dreaming and the World.
Her mate and her, they come from the same splintered branch, off the same swaying stone tree. They gestated, entwined, as the world decided what it would be before it released them wet-mouthed and wandering onto the shores of newfangled reality. Engendered from the breath of the world, still shapeless and unknown to themselves, to each other, they existed as one.
Voices not-yet-born would call them siblings, mother and father, Vengeance and Justice.
She germinated from the spit of the ocean and he reached into that bloodied birth-foam (blood of the earth! blood of the world!) and hooked his fingers into her gaping, begging, mouth. She slid her teeth into his wrist and let him drag her from the depths, gulping ichor into a throat that wasn't flesh yet.
Now they squirm, unfound and new, beneath a sun that has no interest in seeing its children happy. They have no weight. They are form-less, wanting shape. What is there for two newfound spirits to do? They ask the earth and it refuses an answer. Its children scurry along its spine and pick at them like insects. The sun is hot and the air is stale. The greenery is vast and lush and they wish to know it all, to have it, burn it, be it.
They ask again and the insects say nothing. The earth has no answer. They wish to shape it in the way they best see fit and the earth threatens to crack them in two.
Her husband, sibling-in-song, is quick to anger. So is she. The earth stakes a claim to itself that it has no right to. It decides for them where they can and cannot go. Demands sovereignty over itself when they are here to shepherd it.
How dare it!
HOW DARE IT!
Sinking their shapeless hands into its soft and fleshy abdomen, they descend upon it storm-ridden. They have no chosen shape, and so choose for this reckoning one they both find beautiful. Wings and claws and talons. Horns like crowns, and power diaphanous to break bones with and suck them dry.
A hunted thing has not existed in this world before. They hunt the very pillars of the world.
She caves the earth's head in and he climbs in the cavern of its broken skull to anoint himself with its death. It is awake as it dies, and babbles in a language that is ugly and stupid. In the warmth of the world's womb, they dreamt to each other in much lovelier, brighter words. The earth's words are the words of things that have no place here anymore, a jagged and recursive language that held the fabric of existence fast and closed until they came, wiser and greater, and now there is no need for the pillars' harsh and broken words. The earth speaks as one, a copy of a copy. What beauty can an echo make?
In the midst of this gore, they are hungry. But they were never hungry before, and it cores them, like thunder a tree. With claws and teeth, they tear out great chunks of soil and cram them into their bloodied un-mouths. Lungfuls, gulpfuls, of rib and gut and gore, of blue-bright heaviness that satiates until they vomit.
They have bodies to vomit from.
She grips his great broad shoulder and keels over, suddenly meat. With gut comes pain, a thrill from head to toe. Her esophagus spasms and she reels from the bile, acid and bitter. She laughs. Her throat pops colour out of her in the shape of sound. He grins at her, and he has teeth to grin with. A mouth smeared with acid and half-digested land. Appalling. He grins and grins, and pulls her towards him and pushes her open. His hands are so large. Her body so unformed, uncompromised.
But a body has a heaviness. A body has phlegm. And viscousness. And wetness in its unexplored and depth-hot corners. He gathers chunks of her like he gathered the soil to eat, spreading and kneading, opening, unlatching a door in her core. Out spills light. She has no say in where his hands roam, wondrous in his conquest of earth and sea and sky, as he appends mud to her bones and smooths its ridges down to make a body. She cannot stop him from claiming the making of her, but she can do the same to him, so that they will forever be a creature of both.
She yields, to make him pliable and bendable. With his hands, terrible and bloodied, he cracks her open like a femur as he learns how to crawl back inside of her. She opens, a womb, mother of this new world. She uses the earth to fashion him further. Under her muddied hands his features gain definition. Sharp cheekbones. Full lips. She shapes his chest and makes his hands more solid and with weight, large enough to engulf her if she wishes, hardy enough to wield a weapon or a sceptre.
He is not just impression, anymore. They are not just tendrils of consciousness upon which to graft flesh. There is intent in her design of him and in her fashioning of her own self, guided by his hands that make her breasts, her throat, her nipples hard with just a gentle rub. He is large but she is capable of holding him. She tells herself she will be able to contain him, when the time comes for the world to burn so they can rebirth it.
He smears blood and phlegm across her lips with his own. They have gored a thing and have eaten it, and a great secret has now passed between them, at the coming of this new world in their image. A new world that extends beneath their clawed and smooth-skinned feet, and it has gifted them with their own unknown downfall.
All has changed. Now comes a world where things can be killed on a whim. They have chosen smallness for the sake of primacy.
He pushes her onto her back. Bone fragments, grey matter, pressed up against her shoulders and spine. Her hair, dark and long, wet with innards. They learn new ways. They were one thing, and now they are two, and seek to make each other one again. He returns to the fold of her; she turns her back to him onto all fours so she does not have to see his blue bright teeth. His wide hands that she has made lost in her hair, new sensation ripped from the roots as he yanks her head back. She slips on the dead and discovers pain when her elbow hits the ground. It doesn't matter. Magic is splitting her open, making her mighty.
He feeds her more, from behind, her back against his chest and his hands prying her jaw open, and drips the lovely blood down her chin and chest, onto her belly that wasn't there even just moments before.
It rips the world between them. Fans her ribcage into wings adorned with veins and capillaries. A thunder around and above them. She rolls her head back and glares upwards to the storm.
The gift I received in @arlathanxchange this year just really blew me away. It's 24,000 words of Briala-centric character study, with cameos throughout that made me scream. It begins with the premise: what if Solas had been the one to save Briala from bandits as a teenager? and follows the ripples out all the way to Veilguard.
three arrows - [bansheep] Oneshot.
Rating: G. On the road to Halamshiral, it is not an Agent of Fen’Harel who saves her from bandits — it is the Dread Wolf himself.
Briala asks him to teach her his ways.
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I’ve been honored to receive so many gift works since joining the Dragon Age fandom. Some are from Exchanges (more about Dragon Age Fanwork Exchanges), some are from discord community server events, some have just spawned out of shared headcanons gone wild, like the Mirrorverse.
In general, feel free to make fanart, podfics, and derivative works of my fics, art, and characters, as long as a heads-up & credit is given. I always appreciate the creativity of this community. See my full use statement here.
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In addition to reading the fics I've been gifted, please check out the rest of the writers' works - they are all so talented!
General Gifts
three arrows - [bansheep]. Oneshot.
Rating: G. (Briala & Felassan, Briala & Solas) | What if Solas had been the one to save Briala from bandits as a teenager? This fic answers that question and follows the ripples all the way out to Veilguard. Full of cameos from DA and even one from my own fic, this speaks to my heart.
One of the best gifts I have ever received (I say that a lot but I mean it). A story of facing a unique kind of despair - a despair about the world and trying to find hope for the future of a whole population. This fic... makes me want to write again, after a long time away. Which is eprhaps the greatest gift of all. A gift from @arlathanxchange 2026.
one last time - [virshiral | @virshiral]. Oneshot.
Rating: T. (Felassan/Solas) | Follows Felassan and Solas from the point of first meeting to Solas's regrets following Corypheus' defeat. Relationships take various shapes over the centuries, but a beautiful melancholy and bitterness pervades every moment.
One of the few fics that have actually brought tears to my eyes and left me shivering with emotion. Captures the ethereal otherness of the ancient elves, the uncertainties of a relationship in war, the resentment that builds after hard decisions are made, and the grief of the aftermath. A gift from @arlathanxchange 2025.
Beloved Child of the House - [CrabsWithSticks | @crabs-with-sticks]. Oneshot.
Rating: G. (The Lighthouse & Solas). From the Lighthouse's POV as a sentient magical building, it watches Solas return from his long absence changed and darkened.
A gift for me and queenaeducan/Tas, who is the one who inspired me to request this gift. I love the Lighthouse and how it changes and shapes itself to us in DA4, and wanted to see more of that. <3 A gift from @arlathanxchange 2025.
Dawn in Antiva - [delawana | @the-rebel-archivist]. Oneshot.
Rating: T. (Andarateia Cantori/Viago de Riva) | In the wake of the Qunari occupation of Treviso, Viago de Riva is disgruntled that Antiva carried on with its festivals. Andarateia Cantori gives him a new perspective on another way to fight their enemies.
I love the descriptions of the setting, how it perfectly fit the vibes of the moodboard that inspired it, and the push and pull of Viago's inner gloom and the light that Teia brings. A gift for a server exchange.
A Snowflake Distinct Among Snowflakes - [Missjlh]. Multichap. Complete.
Rating: T. (Solas & Dorian Pavus) | Solas is a mystery to Dorian and he finds himself looking for the man's approval. In a bid to get to know him better, Dorian offers to share his research notes, but in the end, it's Solas' advice regarding how to free the slaves of Tevinter that leaves its mark, even years later, after the truth of who Solas is has come to light.
I love, love, love the progression of Dorian and Solas' interactions. A gift from @arlathanxchange 2024 that tracks Solas & Dorian from the Inquisition to what happens after.
Strawberries and Lace - [@enigmalae]
Rating: T. (Solas/Lace Harding) | A chance encounter in skyhold leads to the start of something more.
Dancing, flirting, and a first kiss. A gift from @arlathanxchange 2024.
Provenance - [@kiastirling-fanfic]
Rating: G. (Solas & Dorian Pavus) | “Do you always throw misbehaving tomes on the heads of unassuming passerby?” Dorian's disregard for the Inquisition's questionable literature leads to a discussion with the resident apostate.
A gift from @arlathanxchange 2024. When I see "magical academia" my heart sings - and the bickering truly lives up to it.
Rating: G. (Solas/Josephine Montilyet) | Josephine Montilyet intimately understands the Game, even under such circumstances found at the Winter Palace. What surprises her, however, is that an elven mage navigates it just as surely as she.
I love the inside peek into Josie's mind, the hints at being a little too attentive to Solas while remaining unflappable just as she always is. A gift from @arlathanxchange 2024.
Power lies with those who grasp it - [Toshi_Nama]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: M. (Briala & Skinner)
From my prompt: maybe Skinner is secretly one of Briala’s own agents, even while she is a member of Bull’s Chargers. Or maybe Skinner thinks Briala’s a poser. Maybe both. I think there’s interesting potential for conflict, contrast, or highlighting–Skinner could be a way to push Briala to change in certain ways, or to prove herself, or encourage her to continue on as she has. Maybe they have some secret history. A gift from @arlathanxchange 2023.
the world would crmble to dust before you ran out of ills to fight - [@RosellaWrites]. _Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: G. (Solas/Lace Harding) | Scout Lace Harding retraces Solas's footsteps alongside Varric in a race to stop him… or change his mind. Lace remembers her time with the so-called apostate along the way.
A gift from @arlathanxchange 2023.
The Firefall - [Dragon_Sage]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: M. (Solas/F!Lavellan). Post-Trespasser. | Solas is camped in the ruins of Mythal's most cherished palace, plagued by Regret and guilt around the circumstances of her murder. He would leave, but he desperately requires what he suspects his old friend may have hidden there. Unfortunately, the final obstacle in his path is a door that only one person in Thedas can open: Ellana Lavellan.
This is a beautiful and cinematic adventure fic with a bittersweet twist! Just my kind of gift. I would love for everyone to read it and join me in imagining this beautiful, mysterious palace that Dragon Sage created as a backdrop! A gift from Solas Lovers Exchange 2023.
Shadows in the Glass - [@silvanils | KnightDawn] Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: T. (Marquis of Serault & Marquise of Serault) | “The eyes were all wrong. I should know. I see the right ones every morning.”Something strange is happening in Serault. What else is new?
A mirrorverse of sorts for the Marquis(e) of Serault! Several heroes from different universes reach out to each other in dreamlike, beautiful quality. A gift from a server exchange.
Comrades in Arms, Brothers in Broken Chains - [@rosella-writes]. PODFIC.
Rosella BEAUTIFULLY read a piece I wrote out loud as a podfic!
The Seven Halla - [Ciella]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: T. (Solas/F!Lavellan) | A Dragon Age version of the German fairy tale, The Six Swans.
A perfect gift from the @solavellanhellexchange
Homecoming - [@queenaeducan-writes]. Two chapters. Complete.
Rating: T. (Genfic) | Charter and Harding know that Fen'Harel seeks something in the vaults of a Tevinter Magister. It's a race to gain access to this mysterious artifact, and to keep it out of enemy hands. Until it isn't.
This fic--an adventure, an intrigue, a world-building exploration, an action piece, and so much more--grabbed me by the heart and didn't let go. Gift from the @arlathanxchange
Bright Days of Halcyon - [@darethshirl]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: G. (Solas & Keeper Hawen) | Solas joins Hawen’s clan for a slice of life and celebration. He finds traces of the familiar, fragments of the past, and welcome.
This fic actually drove me to tears, it was nostalgic, poignant, and touching. It is both full of joy and full of tragedy. Gift from the @arlathanxchange.
oily marks appear on walls (where pleasure moments hung before) - [@rosella-writes] Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: M. (Solas/Felassan) | As an Evanuris, Solas has no vallaslin. He would lay claim to no one. Not even the man he loves.
Just an absolutely gorgeous piece highlighting a tension between Solas and Felassan, yet another problem entirely of Solas's own making. Gift from the @arlathanxchange.
What Pride Had Wrought - [@rosella-writes ]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: G. (Solas & Mythal) | Mythal through the ages, with Pride at her side.
Gift fic from the Beyond The Veil Discord Server’s Masked Satinalia holiday exchange!
Rating: G. (Solas/Felassan) | Solas may have always been Pride, but Felassan was not always Felassan. Once he chafed under the mantle of another name.
Rosella wrote a deliciously angsty Solas (Pride)/Felassan (Hope) fic <3
grab hold of the earth’s four corners - [@rosella-writes]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: E. (Female Lavellan/Krem) | The Chargers survived their Venatori encounter at the Storm Coast. Virelan and Krem celebrate together behind the Herald's Rest.
Gift from Rosella furthering the Lavellan/Krem agenda!
Gifts about Ixchel Lavellan
Lead Her Through the Darkness - [BECandCall | @warpedlegacy]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: T. (Solo: Female Lavellan) | This is THE story of how Ixchel found her name. BECandCall aka DuchessofSwoll wrote this gift for me during the Dragon Age Fanfiction discord server’s OC swap month.
The Day the Dread Wolf Wed the Brave Guide - [exalted_dawn | @exalted-dawn-drabbles] Ongoing.
Rating: T. (Female Lavellan/Solas, Female Lavellan & Dalish OCs) | My beautiful friend and dear Beta, Ed, decided to write how her Dalish OC Talenna convinced and orchestrated Ixchel to do a bonding ceremony with Solas, at the Arlathvhen, after Corypheus’s defeat. It’s beautiful and I adore it.
Finding Hope in Ruins - [BlueWren]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: G. (Female Lavellan/Solas) | A gift from the 2022 April OC Swap for the DAFF Discord Server, where Solas and Ixchel talk about hope together.
The Inexorable Tide - [kittynomsdeplume]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: T. (Dirthame/Female Lavellan) | Ixchel appeared in Elvhenan in an explosion that leveled Falon’Din’s temple. Dirthamen takes her in, for she wears his vallaslin, and slowly teaches her the Elvhen language…and they fall in love.
A BEAUTIFUL GIFT from the 2021 Beyond The Veil Discord Server Satinalia Exchange
Rating: G. (Female Lavellan & Female Hawke) | Rak wrote this lovely interaction for a Discord server event <3 A Boxing Club au where Ash Hawke meets Ixchel Lavellan, her new boxing instructor.
Rating: E (Female Lavellan/Solas) The Dalish warn their children to watch out, lest the Dread Wolf catch them. They never speak on what it would be like for the Dread Wolf to be caught instead.
Rating: M. (Dirthamen/Female Lavellan) | Dirthamen learns from his Champion to set aside study. Dirthamen (yes that one) and Ixchel bang in a magical orchard with aphrodisiac peaches.
A gift from 2022's Beyond the Veil Discord server's Masked Satinalia.
Gifts about my other OCs.
In the Blood - [theharellan | @queenaeducan-writes]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: G. (Mahariel & Merrill, Mahariel & Kieran, Kieran & Merrill) | Merrill, Hal, and Kieran travel together to the Arlathvhen after the events of The Brave Guide, and Merrill finally has the opportunity to make Kieran feel like part of the Clan. A beautiful vignette of legacy, culture, and familial love. One of the most beautiful gifts I've ever received. Definitely canon now.
A gift from the Dragon Age FanFic server's 2025 OC Swap.
to be seen feeling - [@inquisimer] Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: T. (Mahariel/Morrigan, Mahariel, Others. Genfic!) | Duty pulls Halevune from his fragile family and the home they’ve carved in the Crossroads. In which Mahariel navigates his relationship with Morrigan, fatherhood, and the politics of the Wardens and being an elven Teryn.
A gift from the Dragon Age FanFic server's 2023 OC Swap.
The Stories We Tell - [@about2dance]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: G. (Female Lavellan & Dalish Male OC). Terinelan Lavellan, the First of the Lavellan Clan, explores a ruin that the Inquisitor discovered. She has worried that she's not Dalish enough, so he tells her the story of how the Clan came to accept her.
A gift from the Dragon Age FanFic server's 2024 OC Swap.
Mari Enasal - [@RosellaWrites]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: G. (Kieran & Male Mahariel, Male Mahariel & Merrill). Halevune shares a spooky Dalish tale with his son. Kieran has heard this one so many times that it's no longer scary.
A gift from the Dragon Age FanFic server's 2023 holiday exchange.
The Mirrorverse.
The Dragon Age Fanfic Writers Discord Server anniversary (Aug 2021) generated a bunch of crossover-type gift fis and introduced the idea of a multiverse connected by eluvians. Thus, the Mirrorverse was born.
The Bar at the End of the Multiverse - [CrackingLamb]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: T | Multiple Inquisitor Lavellans wander through mysterious eluvians and find themselves at a bar for some bonding time.
The one that started it all!
i want to share your mouthful - [RosellaWrites]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: E. (Female Lavellan/Female Lavellan, past Female Lavellan/Solas) | Virelan Lavellan post-Trespasser struggles to let go of the weight of her responsibilities as Inquisitor and mother. Ixchel helps with sparring, bathing, and some sex.
to call for hands of above (to lean on) - [RosellaWrites]. Ongoing.
Rating: G. (Female Lavellan/Solas) | Virelan Lavellan and Solas have reunited, and now their son Tulin is coming of age. Tulin wants to take the vallaslin, knowing what it represents--but he wants Solas and Virelan to help in the ritual. Virelan doesn’t know how to ask Solas such a favor, and turns to Ixchel for some hope.
tell me if i drown - [Lalaen]. Oneshot.Complete.
Rating: M. (Male Lavellan & Female Lavellan) | Gethrael Lavellan, reeling after a horrific experience in Wicked Eyes, Wicked Hearts, goes to the Bar at the End of the Multiverse and runs into Ixchel.
The Brave Guide’s Friend - [@ExaltedDawn].
Rating: M. (Female Lavellan & Female Dalish OC) | When the Eluvian had appeared before her, Ixchel could have never suspected that it would lead to the loss of a friend. But when Talenna stumbled through the glass, bloodied and afraid and clutching two young children, Ixchel is forced to come to terms with the fact that she will yet again have to say goodbye to someone she loves. And in doing so, will finally repay a favor long owed.
to all who feel rain - [@inquisimer]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: G. (Female Lavellan/Female Lavellan). Neria and Ixchel share a warm drink and a moment of peace.
a butchered tongue still singing - [@RosellaWrites]. Oneshot. Complete.
Rating: T. (Male Mahariel/Morrigan, Female Mahariel/Zevran, Female Mahariel & Male Mahariel) | An eluvian connects Rhiannon Mahariel to the life of another like herself, who was also tainted by a cursed mirror.
Rated: T | Dirthamen, Falon'Din, Fear & Deceit, Solas | Length: 2.7k, oneshot.
Dirthamen, like the Empire, was born of a dream that has long since been corrupted.
It is the beginning of the end.
A god makes amends.
As the Empire crumbles around him, Dirthamen reflects on how they got here, and he says goodbye. I was so excited to write for fellow Evanuris enthusiast Zaahvi and explore some more headcanons for the fall of Elvhenan <3
Written for the all-elves-celebration of the annual Arlathan Exchange! Check out the 40+ fanworks made for this year’s exchange and 270 works over the past few years (since 2022)! Chances are, your favorite DA elves are featured in the collection somewhere.
For this "nine-days-long-week", I will be sharing my mosaics based on the games, mixing them with the pantomime theatre masks (Dragon Age The Veilguard), their respective vallaslin, and other symbolism <3
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text: [ “Some of you have forgotten that only three years ago you were perfectly capable of writing an essay, writing a eulogy, telling a bedtime story to a child, and it should worry you that powerful companies have convinced us we can’t do things we’ve been doing for 5000 years.” ]
The card symbolizes Fate and Destiny with wisdom behind if you are able to understand its meaning. Life goes in a cycle; each beginning leads to an end but each end leads to a beginning. Also Fate is a very open “option” there is no fix Fate to a person, Fate is depends which side you are standing at the Wheel and it implies that you are able to forge your own Fate - if you are able to see behind the “mechanism”.
The flower is a yellow Zinnia which represent “Remembrance” - a symbolical blood suppose to give impression that remembering for something for so long alone beside being a burden should be shared.
Ps; I just noticed I got so many new followers; Hello!
Once I hit the 500 I will make a free art giveaway as thank you ALL the amazing support <3
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Hello everyone! As of today, we have gathered all our funds from the Digital PDF and Physical Book of our fanzine and we're pleased to announce that we have made....$2,098.20 total of final sales!!
Our team cannot thank you all enough for the support you've given us these past couple of months. Thank you for sharing our zine around and telling your friends and family! Thank you for supporting our digital and physical release! We've seen your comments and reviews and it means so much to us!
Major thank you to our talented crew full of artists and writers! We're deeply proud of our team and we couldn't have asked for a better crew for Volume 1. This zine wouldn't have been a success without you!!
We've donated our funds to the PBS Foundation (receipts below), and now, Volume 1 of Our Turn to Thank you: A PBS Kids fanzine has come to a close. Once again, thank you to everyone who has supported this project and we can't wait to announce applications for Volume 2 in the upcoming days!! Keep your eyes open and notifications on!!
As we look forward to another year, there’s no better time to celebrate our wonderful community of creators. This year, we’re shining a spotlight on our alumni: the talented writers and artists who successfully completed the Dragon Age Big Bang in previous years. All past DABB alumni were given the option of an interactive interview with our mod Alix, or an informal written survey. If you’re thinking about participating this year, check out the insights and advice from those who tread this path before!
On time spent creating
Alix and JurassicFrogHlc talk fixing Tevinter, outlines and community
Alix: Where did you get the idea for the story you wrote last year? What made you choose that one to write your fic about?
JurassicFrogHlc: When I finished Veilguard with that particular Rook (Ulpia) I thought about what would be next, what sort of problems would come from picking the Trickster ending. And I chose that one because I did not think my other options would work out for 25k words.
The problems were mostly: What happens in Tevinter when Dorian tries to fix things and it goes not exactly as he plans and I made my Rook & her love deal with the immediate consequences.
Alix: Yeah, I can imagine that "fixing Tevinter" would get very complicated and potentially off the rails very quickly!
What surprised you most about your story, whether something in the writing process or something that happened in the fic that you weren't expecting?
JurassicFrogHlc: Two things specifically. First, writing an outline can be a major help in working out what you want to do with your story. I was surprised I managed to stay true to the outline throughout and not suddenly be dealing with random plot nugs.
Second, the tranquil version of Ulpia was a big surprise to me both in what she decided to say and which spirit she chose to fix herself. (I was planning on Cole or Eulogy at first, turned out to be Solas.)
Alix: So your story actually ended up where you planned! That's impressive. I know for a lot of writers outlines can end up feeling more like suggestions, it's great that you were able to stick on track. Did you know when you started that you were going to write a nearly 60k fic?
JurassicFrogHlc: No, I estimated around 2k per chapter, that's usually the length I kept for chapter length in most of my fic back then. And then details of the story kept growing and begging to be added. I remember my initial estimation being 40k-ish and I went over by 50%. I could have cut some stuff, but I really loved the moments I put in there that made the story feel more alive.
Alix: Did you ever find that you would hit a wall or get stuck? If so, what was your go-to method for breaking through?
JurassicFrogHlc: Yes, there were 2-3 chapters I planned initially that were meant to be an exploration bit of the tunnels and catacombs under Minrathous and I just ended up cutting that part because I could not manage to make describing stone-work for three chapters interesting. Instead I tried making it interesting with the moving painted murals and the weirdness of post-blighted Bellara and the telepathy it gave her as a result.
That is to say: I cut things I couldn't figure out. I focused on some details more and listened to music. (Also, the secret writer chat was very, very, very motivating, so that helped push through some rougher bits.)
Alix: What was your favourite part of participating in DABB? What gave you the most joy?
JurassicFrogHlc: Being part of a community, it's something I hadn't experienced yet in fandom. I had been part of events, but none of them were quite as engaging as this one was. The jokes, the memes, the pacts, the sprints, the lore conversation and details.
Watching the other writers was immensely pleasant. I was shaking with excitement at the various stories. Your hockey AU, the Emmrich frankensteining a pseudo-Rook back to life, the secret origin of the Caretaker, all the OCs, etc.
Alix: What made you sign up?
JurassicFrogHlc: Boredom born out of Unemployment! I also wanted to write about Ulpia a lot and I saw the ad on tumblr!
Alix: What piece of advice would you give someone considering signing up?
JurassicFrogHlc: Do it!!! But in all seriousness. At least try it. It may prove too much, it may be a lot, but even just attempting it will give you something: new skills, new friends, new knowledge about yourself. Time spent creating is never lost, especially in these trying times.
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