#kremweek2024

Prompt list:

1 — Anniversary 2 — Euphoria / Expression 3 — Casual / Formal 4 — Family / Love 5 — Respite / Fight 6 — Play / Satiate 7 — (Free space!)

Guidelines:

Use the tag: #kremweek2024 (@ this blog is fine too) — If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead of Krem, that is also welcome! Please @ me so I can rb :) For non-Tumblr folks that somehow got here: You may post submissions, please link your socials. You may choose one of two prompts in a day or do both. You may also combine as many prompts as you want from any or all of the days into a single work, just mention it somewhere.

Types of content allowed:

Illustration and writing are the most obvious forms of art allowed, but they're not the only ones! Literary arts fanfics, drabbles, poetry, plays, lengthy headcanon/meta posts (for headcanon and meta posts, minimum of 100 words+) Visual arts doodles, paintings, graphic design, photoshop memes, photography, animation, tiktok skits, abstract, fiber arts (embroidery, knitting, etc), ceramics Audio art fanmixes(curated playlists), original or cover songs Other crafts are also welcome! e.g. culinary, resin, woodworking, etc etc ..essentially, whatever type of art it is, I'll accept it so long as it falls within rules and is related to Krem or Maevaris :) For things that are more abstract, do include an explanation of your thought process on how it relates to Krem. E.g. you made Krem's Seheron Fish Wrap or Rice Pudding, take photos of your cooking, and post that (with the explanation that it is Krem's recipes) - that's an acceptable submission! You're allowed to explore different mediums everyday! You don't have to stick to one form of art for the whole week. I will be attempting to schedule reblogs in the 'prime time' for engagement, and in the interest of fairness, things like headcanon posts, fanmixes, and WIPs will not take priority in that time slot over fully rendered illustrations or complete fanfics. They will still be reblogged, but scheduled for other time slots.

Content Rules:

No A/I generated content. (Specifically GenAI content) As above, any and all forms of art is welcome. It must be human made, and by you. The whole point of working off a prompt is to explore a creative process, anyway - do yourself a favour and just enjoy making something! It doesn't have to be pretty! No reposting of other people's works. This must be your own creation. Obviously, no transphobic content. No harrassing others over their specific headcanons - be it in regards to any trait or quirks that come with being a person. People come in all sorts of wonderful variety, please respect that. In addition to above: No whitewashing, racism etc. Please note that Krem is not pale-skinned in canon, and I will not be reblogging content of him being portrayed as pale. 18+ works need to be labelled. On this blog, its tagged as "#adult art". Please add content warnings as appropriate. (E.g. portrayal of binding with bandages should have a warning label of "cw: unsafe binding", etc.) If your post/submission is lengthy, please insert a read more. This helps readability on the dashboard. Progress / WIPs are fine too!

General tips:

First and foremost, do what you are able to! Don't feel pressured to complete a full week if you need to take care of yourself first. Some people work on the prompts before the week even begins, and only post it day of. You are not required to do this, but if you really want to fill something for each day, this helps reduce stress day of.

Mod things:

Sweat trickles down Krem’s nape, getting caught in the back of his armour. It’s sweltering within his gear, the metal of his breastplate likely scorching to the touch, heated by the sunlight that also reflects off the stretches of sand and rock around them, glaring and stinging. Krem’s breath shudders with exertion as he lifts his maul into a swing, throwing a Venatori soldier straight off his feet. At least the sight of the Tevinter extremist getting knocked on his ass offers a bit of satisfaction to ease the discomfort of the desert sun bearing down from above.

A trap of Rocky’s springs ahead as a couple more Venatori charge towards them. The metal contraption sounds like clashing razors, and sends a cloud of sand into the air along with a splash of blood from the man who triggered it. The man screeches, then goes silent when Skinner flickers through the dust cloud, cutting him off with a dagger through the throat.

Krem hefts his maul again, smashing it down into his own target, who is still scrambling to get back on his feet. To Krem’s right, Grim slashes through another with his sword, and somewhere further away, he hears the crack of pinpointed lightning strike the spellbinder working in the back of the Venatori squadron.

It isn’t long before the fight is over, leaving the Chargers standing victorious upon the sand dune, the bodies of their foes lying around them. Krem tugs a gauntlet off so he can drag the back of his hand across his forehead, mopping the sweat away and shaking droplets off onto the ground.

“Good work, Chargers,” he calls to the group as brightly as he can muster, even though the heat and the fight have sapped him of his energy.

The chatter has been minimal for the last couple hours, none of them feeling very upbeat anymore, but they’ve been fighting well, and Krem wants to be sure they know it. Dalish leans heavily on her staff, Grim’s cheeks are flushed with a burn, and Skinner has crouched low in a rest pose, a hand up to shield her eyes from the sunlight. They’ve had a long day of fighting their way across the Western Approach, heading towards Adamant Fortress. The Chief is still back at Skyhold, or maybe on the way to Halamshiral if he’ll be attending the Empress’ peace talks masquerading as a ball. In his absence, Krem has been leading the Chargers.

He decides they’re in need of a break. When it isn’t the Venatori, it’s varghests, and if it isn’t varghests, it’s darkspawn. No matter which opponents they face, the desert sun has been beating down on them to add an extra challenge.

To their south, the dunes trail down towards a ravine where they should be able to find some shade, maybe even a cave to set up inside.

“Let’s find a good place to camp.”

“Thank the ancestors,” Rocky says with a groan.

A murmur of exhausted but wholehearted agreement passes through the group. Together, they move across the sand and rock, their progress much slower than it was at the start of the day. At the ravine, there are some ladders and planks descending downwards, which they take single-file. Skinner darts ahead to scout the way while they follow carefully, and when she returns only a couple minutes later, she has a rare grin on her face.

“There’s a lake,” she says. “Mostly hidden from the sun, too.”

Behind Krem, Stitches lets out a light laugh. “Thank Rocky’s ancestors.”

With a bit more pep in their tired forms, they continue onward, following Skinner along a stone plateau, then into a cave opening that carves down through the ravine wall towards the basin below.

Sure enough, it opens up to a lake bordered with desert trees and blood lotus growing in the shallows. Sunlight glints off the surface of the water where it can reach straight down through the ravine, but half of it is already beyond the sun’s reach, shadowed and inviting. A little oasis tucked within the otherwise unforgiving Approach.

Relief sinks into Krem’s worn muscles.

The Chargers all hurry to set their packs and weapons in the mouth of the cave, then scramble out of their gear. It might be the quickest they’ve ever made camp; Grim starts putting together supper while everyone else gets their bedrolls set up so they won’t have to worry about it later, and then it’s only a matter of time before everyone is hurrying for the water.

“Grenade!” Rocky hollers as he takes a running leap for the deep center of the lake, sending a great splash of water all around him.

Skinner stands under the torrent, her face tilted up and arms spread wide, taking the rush of water gladly.

Dalish pulls her woollen bodice straight over her head and tosses it away, baring her chest for all to see before jumping into the water with a joyful cry.

More sedately, Krem does the same. He unbuttons the collar of his undershirt, then pulls it off, throwing it back towards the camp as he continues into the water. He feels no discomfort with the scars on his chest when he rests back in the water’s shallows, watching the others splash about around him. The Chargers have seen a lot of each other’s bodies through the years of fighting and camping alongside each other, and a couple have even been around long enough that they saw him bare before he had the scars at all. They’ve only ever made Krem feel accepted.

The day’s struggle washes away in the oasis’ gentle waters. Krem draws his hands up his arms and around his shoulders, sweeping away sand, dirt, and sweat. After the day they’ve had, it feels heavenly.

More than that, it brings a smile to his face to watch the others enjoying this respite as well. Dalish is drawing her fingers across the top of the water to leave little designs of ice in their wake, and Grim is floating along on his back, eyes closed in relaxation. Stitches, like Krem, is focused on washing the grime of the day off his skin, running wet hands over his short-cropped hair. Skinner and Rocky seem to be having a contest to see which of them can hold their breath under the water for the longest.

The glaring sun finally begins to fade as the day winds down, leaving the lake even cooler, darker at the depths. Feeling refreshed, Krem pushes forward through the water, kicking against sand and rock to propel himself towards the others, seeking to join them for this brief time they have together. Moments like these aren’t to be taken for granted, he knows; tomorrow will be another day of scorching sun and dangerous enemies, but unwinding with the Chargers is always more than worth the battles they face.

As he draws nearer, Dalish glances at him with a mischievous grin on her face and sends a splash of water his way.

Krem grins back as he pauses to lift an arm, shielding his face. “Are you sure this is a fight you want to start?”

“I think it’s already started; what are you going to do about it?” Dalish replies, sweeping her hand through the water to launch another attack.

Taking in a deep breath, Krem ducks down into the lake to evade the splash, and swims forward to catch her around the middle, hearing her muffled shriek and ensuing laughter through the water.