TeamMomJeans

My sideblogs are the following:

@out-with-the-boys - A blog dedicated to my interest in the Amazon series The Boys and my fan fic for it, The Dance.

@pocketfullofprose-ao3 - A blog dedicated to all my stories on AO3

@psyrens-call - An RP blog for my OC from The Boys, Morgan Daly aka Psyren

@onceuponawarden - A blog dedicated to my interest in Sofia the First and my crossover fan fic for it, Once Upon a Warden

The Cost of a Family

The first child Alistair lost wasn’t anything more than a glimmer in his wife’s eyes. When Evaline first told him she was pregnant, the day was full of far too many feelings to count. There was fear, dread, anxiety-- What sort of life would a child have when both of their parents would eventually disappear into the Deep Roads forever? Alistair knew something like this only had the slightest chance of happening, but somehow it did.

This was my first published ficlet on AO3, and I used it to process some of my pregnancy losses and postpartum depression. It's still one of my favorite pieces.

The Dance

Morgan’s nerves frayed as the crowd's roar escalated, each increase in decibel pulling at her composure. The stage was quite literally set for her to step out into the spotlight. Hundreds of people gathered outside the tower, as they eagerly awaited Vought’s introduction of the newest hero to join the ranks of The Seven. The bright lights illuminated the platform, casting sharp shadows that only heightened her sense of exposure. Excited thoughts buzzed all around her, each one circling back to a single burning question: What can she do? Their anticipation rolled over her like a tidal wave, threatening to send her teetering off of her feet. Yet a distinct voice cut through—the potent dissatisfaction of one individual.  

This was my second ever published fic and it's one of my few non-Dragon Age pieces. I didn't wanna get into The Boys initially and now... I'm plotting a sequel to this fic.

No Shepard Without Vakarian

The Kaidan Alenko Memorial Scholarship. The Mordin Solus Academy for the Sciences and Fine Arts. Thane Krios Memorial Park. And now this. The war had been over for some time, but everywhere Garrus went, there were reminders—sharp, heavy things dressed up in pomp and ceremony. Sure, they had won. But the cost was staggering. Comrades-in-arms, friends, family… and her. If anybody was going to storm through hell, spit in the devil’s face and live to tell the tale, it would have been Shepard.

This was a piece I wrote a long time ago, but let it sit a long time before I edited it and got it posted. It still hurts.

Veilbound

Everything was a cacophony of light and chaos. The Fade's familiar unreality tore at the edges of perception as Magda and Solas plummeted through the rift. Her grip on him was iron, her bloodied fingers pressed against his breastplate. Emmrich's final scream still echoed in her ears, louder than the roar of magic or the pounding of her own pulse. They hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, knocking the breath from her lungs and tearing Solas from her grasp. They both went rolling, body over body, limb over limb. A sharp, involuntary cry escaped her as the knife wound in her side tore wider. 

I still haven't finished this piece as I've hit a wall with it, but I definitely want to get back to this piece.

What's Around the River's Bend

The calling had been explained to her once. Alistair had been fairly forthcoming about the dark side of being a warden, but he hadn't been a warden long. There was no way he could have known what the calling could have meant for her. Standing at the edge of the river, Evaline watched as a leaf drifted lazily over its surface. Stained with patches of orange and red, it served as a reminder of the changing of the season. It was spring when she left Kinloch hold, and as the world shifted in its ever-continuing metamorphosis, she couldn't help but feel changed as well.

I did this piece for DA Create-a-thon 2025 and it's still one of my favorite pieces I've written.

Once Upon a Warden

Thank the stars for levitation magic.   The thought made its way into his mind as he marveled at the mirror. Dusty and spotted with age, Cedric couldn’t imagine trusting anyone to manually haul this ancient marvel all the way into his tower workshop. Even as he guided it up the stairs with his wand, it was hard to shake the horrific visions of it somehow crashing to the floor and splintering into a million tiny pieces. After all, as many were quick to remind him, he was a bit of a bumbling fool.

THIS PIECE!!! I'M SO PROUD OF MY WEIRD CROSSOVER!! Dragon Age x Sofia the First shouldn't work, but I made it work.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

The music at Vought events was always too loud. It was too polished. Too carefully selected to feel spontaneous while still being approved by at least six executives and a marketing team desperate to convince America that superheroes were approachable. Morgan had learned that all too quickly. Everything about these events was artificial. The smiles. The speeches. The strategically placed children waving little American flags near the barricades. Even the lighting had been adjusted to make Homelander look softer somehow, the golden glow catching against the white stripes of his cape like a halo. It was exhausting.

I cheated a little. This is technically a deleted chapter from The Dance, but I wanted it posted after the series finale.

Tales of the Hero of Ferelden

Snow drifted softly beyond the small window of the Surana apartment, muffling the distant sounds of the alienage beneath a blanket of winter quiet. Somewhere farther down the lane, someone laughed loudly before being hushed. A dog barked once. Then silence settled again. Inside, warmth clung stubbornly to the little apothecary home above the shop. Bundles of drying herbs hung from the ceiling beams, their scents mingling with woodsmoke and steeping tea. Near the hearth, Tavian sat slouched in a chair with an open ledger resting against one knee, though his eyes had long since drifted shut sometime in the last several pages.

This is maybe an ongoing piece with backstories for my Hero of Ferelden, Evaline. It also hurts me.

Once Upon a Warden: Ever After

The castle had a way of knowing when something important was about to happen. It started subtly. A little more polish on the banisters. Fresh flowers appearing where there hadn’t been any the day before. Footsteps that moved just a bit faster along the corridors, voices kept just a touch quieter, as though the walls themselves were listening. By midday, subtle had given way to unmistakable.

This one is the sequel to Once Upon a Warden that I started not too long ago. I'm excited to keep working on it!

The Wolf and the Warden (Not Published yet~)

Long gone were the days of dragon-bone armor, battles with archdemons, and leading Grey Wardens against the darkspawn. Those years felt as if they belonged to someone else entirely. Now southern Thedas was tearing itself apart as mages rose against the Chantry, a war the frightened apprentice she had once been could never have imagined. Instead of armor, she wore a bloodied apron over simple robes. Spellweaver, the enchanted blade that had seen her through the Blight, remained wrapped away with a life she no longer wished to carry. Though the Grey Wardens had once given her freedom, she had drifted from the Order in the years since, returning instead to the shores of Lake Calenhad to tend to whoever came to her door.