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When the Running Stops by Teine_Mallaichte & Guess
When the Running Stops
Written by @teine-mallaichte
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Art by @guess--again
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After leaving Hawkeโs bed, Fenris decides distance is saferโfor Hawke, for himself, for everyone foolish enough to care about him. But over three years of grief, fear, friendship, freedom, and things left stubbornly unsaid, running becomes less like survival and more like another kind of cage.
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Teine has a rant: I want more stories where limitations remain limitations.
Brought to you from an argument I had at work.
There's a lot of assumptions in fiction that irritate me... but I would like to have a small rant about this one:
Determination can temporarily override limitations.
The character has a broken leg, but there's a child to save.
The character has PTSD, but it's the final battle.
The character has depression, but their friends need them.
The character is exhausted, injured, traumatised, sleep deprived, grieving, ill, whatever...
...and somehow the plot-critical moment arrives and the condition politely steps aside.
Then afterwards it comes back.
it's a very common storytelling move.
But biology doesn't generally negotiate with narrative importance.
Psychosis doesn't check whether there's an exam tomorrow.
A seizure disorder doesn't care about a deadline.
A connective tissue disorder doesn't look at the calendar and decide today would be inconvenient.
Neither does bipolar disorder.
Neither does a concussion.
Neither does a migraine.
Neither does a panic attack.
Bodies are often astonishingly indifferent to human plans.
Which is fine. It's just fiction right?
But fiction doesn't just reflect expectations. It helps build them.
And I fear that when people consume thousands of stories with the same underlying assumption, that assumption starts feeling intuitive. And then that starts to bleed into every day life.
I have schizoaffective disorder and hEDS. I am also recovered from an eating disorder and have a history of PTSD.
And I cannot count the number of times people have just assumed that I can delay an episode until after a deadline, or stubborn myself out of psychosis, focus out of mania, that love or care for something can snap me out of depression, that if I want the thing enough I can just ignore the way my joints dislocate themselves at random.
but newsflash: I can't.
I see it constantly.
Friends with OCD who people assume can just not do their compulsions because there's a time-dependent thing happening.
Autistic friends who are accepted when they're just being "quirky", but then berated when their actual struggles affect plans, conversations, work, noise tolerance, food, travel, or anything else inconvenient.
Friends who will never "recover" being treated as though that means they are weak, lazy, not trying hard enough, or secretly choosing not to get better.
Now, obviously, I'm not saying fiction is entirely to blame.
And I understand that wish fulfilment is a thing.
Sometimes people want stories where the hero pushes through and wins despite everything. I get that. Thatโs valid.
But I do think this trope has more of an effect than people realise.
TLDR:
Representation is great. I want representation. We need representation.
But... I have concerns when representation avoids the messy, darker, complicated, uncomfortable parts.
I want more stories where limitations remain limitations.
Where the panic attack doesn't wait until after the important conversation.
Where the psychosis doesn't pause for the exam.
Where the seizure happens at the worst possible time.
Where the injury does not vanish for the action sequence.
Where determination matters, but biology still gets a vote.
Because for a lot of people, the most important moments of our lives are precisely when our bodies and brains do not cooperate.
And no amount of caring enough magically changes that.
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Hollow Bones by Loquatiousquark & Sourw0lfs
Hollow Bones
Written by @loquaciousquark
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Art by @sourw0lfs
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Johanna Hezenkossโs final journey from her doomed dinner party to the skull on Emmrichโs table has an unexpected stopover: inside Rookโs brain. Unfortunately, the irritating elven god who already lives there does not take kindly to his new roommate.
With Rook abruptly jockeying for control of her own body, her relationship with Lucanis grows even more complicated. To their dismay, they find her new timeshare possession may be easier to navigate than their feelingsโand considerably less daunting than naming them.
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The Crown on his Heart by Carako, Raflesia & Kokoshka
The Crown on his Heart
Written by @carako
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Art (Left) by @kokoshka67
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Art (Right) by @raflesia65
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Alistair never wanted to be king. Hated the idea of it, really. But now he's been chosen to rule Ferelden. And there's still the little problem of killing the Archdemon and ending the Blight. At least he'll have his love by his side. His Dalish queen. Maker, how did they end up like this?
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Kada toh kim Nehraa Shokar (Love is a remedy to the venom of war) by iamsuperconfused & CaedHarlow
Kada toh kim, Nehraa Shokar (Love is a remedy to the venom of war)
Written by @iamsuperconfused
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Art by @caedharlowe
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The story is set in Treviso during the early days of the Antaam invasion. It follows two women who meets through extraordinary circumstances and who end up finding friendship, companionship and love amidst the chaos.
Follow the story, specially crafted for The Hanged Man's Minibang, of Rose Cordova and a Qunari Priest during the early days of the Antaam's invasion of Treviso
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Room for All of Us by Justjasper and Shay
Room for All of Us
Written by @justjasper
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Art by @shayslounge-art
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After the events of The Veilguard, Taash has to sort out Shathann's house. When they do, they discover records related to the Qun, including records of their breeding, and the identity of their father. Their father, who turns out to be a certain Tal-Vashoth mercenary of some repute. An exploration of family, belonging, and identity in a world of new possibilities.
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A Shot of Spite by Celestial Teapot & Polkadotdotdot
A Shot of Spite
Written by @celestialteapot
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Art by @p0lkadotdotdot
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Isolde was looking for an escape, leaving her home and life in Denerim for Antiva City with the hopes of finding new inspiration. The last thing she expected was to walk into a coffee shop themed after characters from her own series of books. Invigorated by the adoration of the owner and his love for the world she created; she endeavours to finish, going back each day not just for the coffee but the man himself. She knows she can't hide forever or run from the feelings she's developing, especially when her new protagonist seems to have taken a striking resemblance to the barista himself.
this... went in a slightly unexpected direction... Storm is being very werid about my whump and angsting him recently ๐ he seems very determined to get fluff and romance and stuff. Honestly I think he might have actually gained sentience, or at least opinions.
Also I have a feeling this might expand into a full fic as I have thoughts!
anyway...
some Storm (Rook) being totally incapible to being a normal sensible human for @dadrunkwriting
โRook, I really must insist.โ
Storm ignored Emmrichโs continued protests, stumbling again as they crossed the gutted shop.
โRook. Listen to him.โ
Davrin had a hand on his shoulder.
When had that happened?
Storm blinked, staring at it for a moment before shaking his head. โWeโre almost at the Eluvian. No sense stopping now for more Venatori to find us.โ
Davrin frownedโbut didnโt argue.
Good.
But his hand also didnโt move.
Less good.
And he wasnโt looking at Stormโs face anymore.
Storm followed his gaze.
His arm.
The bandage heโd wrapped earlier was soaked through, dark red spreading steadily through the linen.
Right.
That tracked. It neede stiches.
Heโd already assessed that, and filed it under later.
Nothing to be done now.
Eluvian. Debrief. Pass out.
That was the list.
Maybeโafter the debrief โhe could stitch it. If his hands were steady enough. Compression at least. Yarrow tincture. He had some in his room. Probably.
Storm shook his head, harder this time, forcing the thoughts down as nausea curled low in his stomach.
It was fine.
If he were actually bleeding out, heโd have collapsed already.
โWeโre almost there,โ he said again, firmerโand pulled away from Davrinโs grip.
He stepped around a charred table.
Limping, he noted absently. Whatever had hit his calf earlier was burning now.
Minor concern.
Assan trotted up beside him, giving a soft, worried whine as he bumped his head against Stormโs leg.
Not helpful.
Storm nearly tripped again, catching himself on the threshold.
The griffon whined, wings fluttering.
โHere, boy,โ Davrin called.
Assan hesitated, head tilting as he looked back at Stormโthen turned and bounded over to Davrin.
Storm exhaled and pushed forward.
The Eluvian waited in the far room.
Still. Silent.
He limped toward it, pulling the lyrium dagger from his belt and lifting it to the glass.
It flickered.
Glowed.
Finally. Something today was actually going right.
He glanced backโDavrin close behind, Emmrich lingering by a pile of scorched books seeemingly distracted, Assan watching with too intelligent eeyes.
He turned back towards the Eluvianโ
โThe floor slipped sideways as the world tilted.
Edges smeared.
โRook?โ
Colour bled across Stormโs vision.
Teal. Gold. Smoke-dark shadows.
His knees buckled.
Something solid caught himโhardโand the jolt sent pain flaring white-hot through his arm, his ribs, his wrist.
โRook?โ
Davrin's voice echoed slightyl.
โIโm fine,โ Storm muttered automatically.
The words sounding oddly slurred.
He had no idea why, but suddenly the entire day just feltโฆ funny.
He laughedโthin and breathless.
โHeyโstay awake.โ
Davrinโs voice was far too close now. Right at his ear.
Almost as if Storm was leaning against him.
Maybe he was.
Hard to tell.
Everything had gone soft at the edges, details slipping out of focus except for a few stubborn things: the smell of smoke, the rough press of armour against his back, the ache in his armโ
Davrinโs hand braced hard across his ribs.
Davrinโs voice.
Davrinโs scent.
Davrinโs breath warm against the back of his neck.
The Eluvianโs glow painted everything in shifting teal and silver.
It wasโฆ pretty.
โEmmrich!โ
Storm winced. Too loud.
He
felt the lyrium dagger slip from his slack fingers, heard it clatter somewhere distant. He should say something about thatโimportantโbut all that came out was another thin, breathless laugh.
Maker.
That was embarrassing.
He sounded drunk.
Or concussed.
Orโ
Blood loss, something in the back of his mind supplied.
Right.
That.
And no mana left.
That too.
Donโt pass out.
Donโt pass out.
Donโtโ
His head sagged back against Davrinโs shoulder.
The world narrowedโwarmth, pressure, the sharp, frantic edge creeping into Davrinโs voice.
Movement.
The floor rose toward him. Or he was lowered?
His hip pressed into cold floor. Then his shoulder. His head found something soft and warm, smelling of lether.
Davrinโs thigh?
Considerate.
Embarrassing.
Emmrichโs robes swept into view. Rings flashed as fingers caught Stormโs chin, tilting his face.
Storm squinted. โYouโre veryโฆ close.โ
โYes. That is generally how examining an injured person works.โ
Storm hummed, faintly aware of Emmrich movingโpressure at his arm.
Sharp pain.
He hissed, trying to pull away on, but Davrinโs hand pressed firm and steady against his good shoulder, holding him in place.
Emmrich muttered something about blood loss that Storm bearlty heard. The spinning softening into a thick, distant fog.
A hand tapped his cheek.
โEyes open.โ
Storm groanedโbut obeyed.
Davrinโs face hovered over him. Upside down. Blurred at the edges.
Dark brown eyes locked on his.
Sharp. Focused. Too intent.
Emmrich was still doing... somethingโanother sharp sting that cut clean through the haze.
Storm jerked, breath catching, but Davrin held him steady.
This is bad, his mind supplied. Distant. Not spark of panic.
Thatโs worse, his mind added.
That wasโฆ funny.
โEyes open,โ Davrin ordered again.
Storm tried.
Focusedโclumsilyโon those eyes.
Too close.
Too intense.
Tooโ
There was a sudden, irrational urge to sit up and kiss him.
ok so, I approached my local library with a proposal to donate a mural as a way to A: build portfolio/gain practical experience and B: give back to a beloved public institution. The director was very enthusiastic about it and i've been working on it since the beginning of March. Come with me as I endeavor to paint what is in all honesty an excessive amount of birds
I wanted the birds to look like they were actually in the space so first thing after doing the draft was to do a lighting study
after that I covered the walls in letters in lieu of a projector/vr headset bc i have neither of those :) Then i take a picture of the section of wall and superimpose the lineart over top of it so I can pencil in the lines
et voila
and that was a whole week on it's own so next comes the paintin' >:)
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Thanks @lottiesnotebook for the tag. This was fun ๐
Autumn Hawke
Before Kirkwall, before the blight before she became on of my truama sponges, she was just... some girl in Ferelden.
I should really think about what she was like pre-kirkwall beyond the set known Hawke facts.
Storm Hawke (Soren Thorne)
Autumn and Anders oldest kid, he... yeah, he was a trauma sponge from conseption really. His entire life so far was running, hiding, then his siblings were born and everything changed so... yeah...
Cute kid though :p
Adrian Hawke
Adrian was definitely already chaos personified I think. Not much more I can say about him.
Honestly almost feel sorry for him, he does not yet know how the narrative will keep dragging him back into the chaos even once he starts trying to escape it.
Tavio Hawke-Laidir
Adrian and Fenris's adopted son, brought up on Isabela's ship. But... not yet a mini-Adrian, as we'd still be at the only just liberated from slavery era.
He'll be fine.
Tags... erm... i dont know...
@elfyroot @lordgoretash @fagetwrites and anyone who sees this and wants to play
@lordgoretash telling me about anders and fenris being brothers-in-law in their verse making it occur to me that if both hawke twins are alive it would be not even a little difficult to make anders and fenris and merrill all siblings-in-law. and you would think that family dinners would be horrible with all of them attending but it's probably funnier if hawke and bethany and carver are the ones really having all the fights and causing all the drama while anders and fenris and merrill are either hitting glass bottles with a hockey stick for shiggles, or making very matter of fact plans to assassinate the mayor.
Oh wow that is both perfect and terrible! Worst set of inlaws, but also somehow I do think they would get along a lot better post-game. Because getting away from Kirkwall would calm everyone down. Except for the Hawkes, who would be more prone to petty drama without having to close ranks over serious stuff anymore.
Also, isn't Varric basically the mayor? Not that this should in any way interfere with their assassination plans, it just felt worth mentioning.
Checking what spells Solas casts as a companion. Some names are familiar from the game, but these deal more damage and mostly have unique animations. Except for the heal and teleport. Fun fact: Anaris, Hezenkoss, some revenants, and venatori magisters use the same teleport. Target direction and damage aren't shown because they need to be triggered separately, which is beyond my skill level at the moment.
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