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I also refuse to believe that nearly 50% of the fandom thinks Anders was wrong for blowing up the Chantry. I think you're all a bunch of pedantic asswipes who love misinterpreting questions to be "funny"
Right!? Because if that’s the case then more people would side with Templars in both 2 and Inquisition. Honestly I think there’s very little reason you would side with Meridith in 2, except for RP reasons I guess??
thinking about morrigan having kieran is actually so sad for me. because obviously she grows to love him, but in her own words he was "a means to an end." we don't know exactly when that changed. this was a ritual given to her by her mother, she was told to do this by her mother. to become pregnant, to carry a child to term, to raise it for the sole purpose of preserving the soul of an old god. "a means to an end." what does that look like when, even though your mother who tasked you with this is dead, you still choose to go through with it because it's the only way to save the life of your friend or lover? you uphold flemeth's directive. you save the life of someone important to you. all it costs is the loss of self and the loss of body that accompanies pregnancy and motherhood, and you have to do while completely alone. obviously morrigan did want to preserve the old god soul, whether for herself or because flemeth impressed that desire upon her (or some mix of the two), but did she ever want to have a baby? she loves kieran. he became her son. but having a baby when you didn't particularly want one is a huge sacrifice for "a means to an end"
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efforts towards a "positive vision of masculinity" or whatever are so funny because what these guys are trying to figure out is literally "what's a way of being a good person that's Not For Girls™"
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An absolutely breathtaking YCH commission of Davrin and Wyll by @drathe!!! The details were executed perfectly! They look so tender and in love, I can barely breathe. Bladewarden, my beloved! 😭💙
tagged by my lovely @monsterthalia so I simply gotta
Rules: post the first sentence opening of your most recent 10 fanfics and tag up to 10 people.
As they did, I too will include the artwork for the fics that have it!
regrets will kill me in time
They sit in silence. The sort of silence that hangs over you, that fills a room more than any inane chatter might. Andraste wraps her legs in strips of woven wool to keep out the cool winter air outside.
In order to keep up with my goal to write every day, I asked around for some rarepairs or crack ships that people would be interested in reading. Flemeth (Mythal)/Andraste was the first one chosen of the lot.
Fun Fact: I decided to ignore the canonical description of Andraste as being pale and blonde because that... didn't make sense to me. Sometimes canon is weird.
ekleipsis (written with @monsterthalia, illustrated by @lola1b)
The first strike of lightning caught her by surprise, exactly as intended.
The smell of ozone and electricity filled the air as a storm brewed in the confines of the temple. Elgar’nan’s focus glowed and rose from its pedestal at the altar. His eyes shone with a vibrant, electric blue.
written for this year's Dragon Age Big Bang with my beloved discord spouse monsterthalia, we set out to tell the story of Mythal's murder and the events leading up to it. While burnout tempered the ambition we first set out with, we nonetheless completed a beautiful thing. See Lola's incredible artwork below.
Fun Fact: For a long time, our plotting tab was longer than our fic tab. We had tables and lists and descriptions all written out for our own reference.
all that i see
Cassandra is not familiar with the Dalish stories. She has never had reason to be; the Dalish of Nevarra traveled more freely than most, but even they steered clear of the cities. What she knows, she has learned from Inquisition Lavellan, his voice warm and bright as he shared the stories of his people over the campfires.
What started as a writing exercise to practice Cassandra's voice spiraled into something I hadn't anticipated. I thoroughly enjoyed writing Cassandra/Solas here.
Fun Fact: this piece originally started because I spent some time thinking about what it would have been like if Cassandra had been present for the final battle of Veilguard.
tell me what's next
He is a member of Expedition Zero. That much is obvious, from the armband not wrapped around his sleeve, but instead pinned to a nearby wall. Lune catches it in her periphery when he spins her around and presses her against the wall. His beard scratches the sensitive skin of her neck and she lets out an embarrassingly loud moan as his teeth follow, scraping, biting.
Written for the Clair Obscur Exchange 2026. I jumped at the chance to write some Renoir/Lune and spent a good chunk of time having to cut things from this to make it work in the amount of time I had to write it.
Fun Fact: I hc Lune as being demisexual, so approaching her perspective as being almost clinical about sex was such a fun time.
down bad
He had lost track of the number of times he had seen this man. He was taller, a little taller than Gustave himself, with windswept dark hair and just enough scruff that Sciel would claim Gustave was drooling (he was not, for the record). He wore slim black slacks and a white-button down shirt that he filled out perfectly, as though it had been tailored, with the sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbows.
Also written for the Clair Obscur Secret Santa! A modern AU set in a museum with an immortal figure still hanging around? Yes please! I enjoyed writing from Gustave's POV.
Fun Fact: I actually briefly consulted @monsterthalia about this because they're my resident museum nerd.
the warmest of places
There were two things that were certain to Ameridan: Orlesian Chantries had nothing on Tevinter Chantries, and the Black Divine was an unbearably pretty man.
Imagine my luck when I signed up for the Arlathan Exchange and received the information that I would be writing for my discord beloved. @monsterthalia and I had talked about Ameridan/Ashur so many times that I couldn't NOT write it for them when I was given the chance to.
Fun Fact: First time writing Ameridan's perspective! I may or may not have had @monsterthalia's fic open as a reference point because I ADORE their Ameridan.
more than
Written for the Pride's Solace Exchange. I take any excuse to delve into the concept of Ghilan'nain/Solas and I was so excited to have the chance to dig into that and Solas/Mythal in the same fic.
fun Fact: This functioned as practice for when I would go on to write Ghilan'nain's chapters in ekleipsis. Finding that balance of powerful and smart enough to rise in ranks but also deeply unhinged was so, so fun.
there, at his incipience
It takes a number things to get me to write a fic in a single go. Felassan/Solas, queerplatonic body worship? Done and done. I sat down and wrote this piece in about two hours, and breathed and returned to it a little while later only to realize there was nothing more to it. This was written for Pride's Solace Exchange as well!
Fun Fact: Felassan uses humour to deflect his own misgivings, especially when Solas is struggling. It's a through-line every time I write him, and I adore writing Solas struggling, so it happens a lot.
Bonus, WIP - Meeting the Family
“ASHUR!”
The name is hollered with all the subtlety of a charging druffalo the second his foot crosses the threshold. Ashur winces and half-turns, as though Tarquin might let him turn and walk right back out of the house.
I got hit with the brain worms after the Trans Thedas Fest, in which Ashur and Tarquin prepare to meet Ashur's parents, about an experience down the line of meeting Ashur's extended family. My fingers danced along the keyboard and suddenly I had half a fic written.
Fun Fact: This brain worm is, admittedly, partially the fault of @junipurple. Their brain is very fun to bounce off of, especially when writing Tarquin.
Bonus, WIP - hues of amber anger
Ikithon is on the ground, unresponsive. Bren can’t breathe. He coughs violently and pulls the collar of his shirt up over his mouth and nose, squinting through tear-filled eyes in the smoke-filled room. “Astrid!” he yells; “Eadwulf!”
The only Critical Role piece on the list. This is a continuation of a sapphire's desire, this piece focused on Caleb's experience rather than Jester's.
Fun Fact: This WIP has been partially written in my documents for well over a year. I just keep forgetting it exists (oops!)
Tagging to take part in this: @iicaru2, @justjasper, @broodwoof, @woundedsoul12, @frostbittensun, @lavellansvh3nan, @junipurple and anyone else who wants to
I was tagged by @trisshawkeye so here we gooo. They're all Dragon Age, to no-one's surprise.
Rules: post the first sentence opening of your most recent 10 fanfics and tag up to 10 people.
(I have not written 10 fanfics lately, so I'm including a couple of unpublished WIPs as well.)
Also here are some art previews, because three of them are illustrated!
ekleipsis, illustrated by @lola1b
Remember the Fire, illustrated by @lola1b
like fire that did not burn, illustrated by @demarogue
ekleipsis (written with @breitweisergallery, illustrated by @lola1b)
June did not so much see the dawn as hear it. Their forge was sealed against all external influence - breeze, temperature change, errant wisps - but beyond encasing the entire space in an impenetrable seal of magic, there was nothing they could do to completely nullify the simple effect of the sun.
Dragon Age Big Bang 2026, written with my discord spouse took and illustrated by our beloved artist Lola, this was a very ambitious piece about the lead-up to the murder of Mythal. You know what fucks with ambition? Burnout. took wound up having to do the majority of the work, but insisted I got credit anyhow. This chapter, at least, I wrote, so whilst it's not the first line, it's my first line.
Fun fact: ekleipsis is the title because Elgar'nan uses an eclipse to boost his power, AND the Greek word 'ekleipsis' literally translates to 'downfall'. Which seemed perfect.
A Mystery and a Dream
In the year 9.37 Dragon, the Chantry in the Hightown of Kirkwall was destroyed in a vast magical explosion, sparked by the apostate known as Anders. Of course, it wasn’t all his own work; it made use of the fragile Veil and the intricate sigils throughout the city’s layout, both relics of the Tevinter magisters of old. Kirkwall had always been created to be the site of a massive feat of magic to change the world - it had just fallen dormant.
Also written in the midst of burnout as part of the Arlathan Exchange, this was a brief fic about Solas waking up and meeting a young Kieran in the Fade. It's one I would love to come back to when my brain is no longer broken down in a ditch.
Fun fact: the title comes from the poem 'Imitation' by Edgar Allen Poe, also about dreams. It opens with the lines 'A dark unfathom'd tide/ of interminable Pride', which, again, seemed extremely fitting.
To Catch a Wolf
The man’s name, they said, was Solas. To Ameridan’s growing dismay, they seemed to know very little else of him - and worse, were comfortable with this fact.
Written for the Pride's Solace exchange (you are probably detecting a theme at this point), this was an AU where Ameridan (my beloved) was part of the Inquisition and knew Solas's true identity due to having been friends with Felassan back in the day. Didn't even manage to make them have angry sex, that's how burned out I was when writing.
Fun fact: the Inquisitor in this story, Maara Adaar, is the creation of @teammomjeans <3
Let the love tear us apart
Hey Chief!
I’m not dead! Or arrested. Or any of the other things you were fretting about, so, you owe me a drink. Or five. I’ll catch up with you all soon, so don’t go running off anywhere. Just knew you’d be fretting unless I wrote to you first.
I love this fic very much. Written for Trans Thedas fest, it has the framing device of Krem writing back to the Iron Bull to let him know how rescuing his Dad back in Tevinter went.
Fun fact: somehow was the first Krem/Tarquin fic on AO3?? Seriously??
Remember the Fire (illustrated by @lola1b)
It was the middle of the day, but the sun was hidden by thick cloud. Rain had been pouring in a steady torrent since morning, and Ameridan had given up trying to get anywhere, and instead found a thick canopied tree to shelter under from the worst of it.
It's my beloved blorbo Ameridan again. Written for the Dragon Age Big Bang 2025, this was another highly ambitious piece about the Divine Age, the founding of the Chantry, the beginning of the Second Blight, and the rise and fall of the first Inquisition, all the while Ameridan and Drakon have something very toxic going on. Most importantly, it was my first introduction to and collaboration with Lola <3
Fun fact: I spent so so long piecing together codex entries and timelines for this one. I approached it with the rigor of a Classical scholar (because I was one), comparing conflicting sources and deciding which was more reliable. I became that alwayssunny.gif of the guy waving his arms in front of a conspiracy board.
WHY DID THE BATTLE OF CUMBERLAND TAKE PLACE WHERE IT DID? IT MAKES NO SENSE?
like fire that did not burn (illustrated by @demarogue)
‘The first of the Maker's children watched across the Veil
And grew jealous of the life they could not feel, could not touch.
In blackest envy were the demons born.’
Hessarian, if you were as erudite as this Canticle would like to have people believe, you would not have succumbed to the charms of some Southern barbarian and her sad sad eyes. Pathetic, honestly.
Another fic that sent me diving deep into the codices of this game, my take on how Spite was formed and bonded with Lucanis in the Ossuary. It's well-trodden ground in the fandom, but I got some lovely comments about how this seemed like an original and fresh take on the concept. Also Dema's art is incredible and beautiful. It came from the art, rather than vice versa, and I feel like the art is the star of the show here.
Fun fact: a lot of this was created with the assistance of @jeriais, who I do a lot of RP with, and is a very good human <3
Upon Corvid Wings (written with @midnightprelude)
Smoke filled the Minrathous air for weeks after Elgar’nan’s fall, even with the steady drizzle that seemed to perpetually surround the city. Most of the blight boils that had enveloped the capitol had receded after the death of the last Evanuris, but the tendrils and its residue still needed to be burned away.
This was written with Middy for the Dragon Age Create-a-thon! A fluff gift for dalish_rogue, it's a brief visit with their OC Faye Mercar and Lucanis in the aftermath of the final battle.
Fun fact: I was trying to do CAT at the same time as writing both the fics above. It was a mistake. I have learned my lesson.
I Can't Help but Wonder (written with @breitweisergallery)
Varric was awake, when Kieran fled to the infirmary with a bottle of Antivan red in one hand. He was always awake when he needed to talk to him. The dwarf took one look at the bottle in his hand and the expression on his face and sat up. “What’s happened?”
Another Create-a-Thon piece, this time with discord spouse took once again, about Kieran-as-Rook being reunited with his father, Vaere Surana Hero of Ferelden, in Hossberg. It's cute, it's sweet, it has Kieran/Davrin hints which I didn't foresee, and a significant chunk is inspired by the time I tried to take out the Disciple-in-Ichor mini-boss when underlevelled and wielding necrotic magic. Oops.
Fun fact: I met took on a Dragon Age RP server where he played Vaere Surana and I came in asking if I could play Kieran. And so a beautiful relationship based on mutual trauma-giving began.
Bonus, WIP: The Ossuary (written with @jeriais)
The sea was calm as Lucanis made his way from the galley to the cabin he shared with Viago, a tray balanced on one hand. The moons and stars were hidden by clouds, but phosphorescent plankton glowed around the boat and gave enough light for him to step easily by.
Jer and I have over 50k of a Lucanis/Viago AU where Viago was locked in the Ossuary along with Lucanis. We just need to finish the fucking thing (see: burnout, brain broken down in a ditch).
Fun fact: I keep mentioning phosphorescent plankton in my fics because I saw it whilst sailing on a boat once and am forever haunted, in a good way, by how amazing and weird it looked.
Bonus, WIP: Heir of Beauty
He was woken from empty dreams by his Mamae shaking his shoulder, hard.
“Wake up, Kieran. ‘Tis time for us to be away.”
He didn’t stop to question, to argue. He’d done this before. He just rolled out of bed and grabbed his bag where it hung off the end, and started filling it up with his belongings around the room.
My latest big ambitious project, a fic about Kieran, Urthemiel, June, and the Architect, bringing together lots of my little fascinations into one story, all the while Kieran is Rook and trying to resolve the main plot of Veilguard too. It's the first thing I've been able to write as I've begun to pull myself out of the burnout ditch, and I'm quietly hopeful about it.
Fun fact: Research for this fic cemented my headcanon that Andraste had the Old God soul of Dumat, just as Kieran had the soul of Urthemiel. So that's going to play a role too.
Tagging to take part in this: @breitweisergallery, @midnightprelude, @oftachancer, @jeriais, @stormsbreadth, @teammomjeans, and anyone else who is so inclined!
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