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WIP Wednesday

Oh look! It’s Wednesday! I sent myself an email last week with an empty subject line, and all it says in the body when I open it up is “smoking then boning,” and even though I can’t remember why exactly (I mean, I have a few ideas), the fact that I sent it to my fandom email account obviously means it was meant to be some kind of prompt for myself for later. I mean...right?

So here I am bright and early on a Wednesday morning, clearing out my inbox and writing some fenhanders recreational drug use (well, they're talking about it, anyway). Under a cut cuz drugs...

Anders came slinking into the kitchen holding a little tin with a smug-looking grin on his face like he’d just gotten away with something.

“What?” Hawke asked.

“I, um… prepared some elfroot for this weekend… ”

“Why?” Fenris looked up from Varric’s latest manuscript. He was beginning to regret offering his continued editorial help for free now that Varric had seemingly little else to do in Kirkwall but write taller and taller tales loosely based on their exploits. But then he had agreed to take Malcolm and Leandera for the weekend. “Are you anticipating any injuries?”

“I think he means to smoke… ?” Hawke laughed. “Or did you do oil so we can bake with it? Smoking it usually just makes me hungry, anyway.”

Fenris still looked a bit perplexed by this. “For recreational purposes?”

“Yes... nerd.” Hawke pulled the stack of parchment away from him. "It makes almost everything more fun."

Anders shrugged apologetically at him. “It’s just something we used to do when we had a weekend to ourselves. We don’t have to… ”

“No. I just have never done it before.”

“Seriously?”

“Why would I lie about this?”

“Okay... but I just figured. I mean… you enjoy good food. Good wine. You’ve got the whole ‘laid back philosopher’ thing going on... ” A thing which Anders had come to admire very much these past few months. The effortlessness of it, mostly. But never before had he realized what a calming, reassuring presence Fenris could be when he actually wanted to be.

“It was not something ever offered to me in Danarius’ household, and I apparently missed all the opportunities to smoke with you back in Kirkwall.”

“I don’t know how. I mean, Merrill and Isabela definitely partook. Merrill usually brought the best stuff.”

Hawke nodded enthusiastically. Merrill definitely did have a knack for finding, and sharing, particularly potent strains of the herb. “Even Varric smoked with us every now and then… ”

“You must’ve thought I wasn’t cool enough?” Fenris smirked. “Merrill only ever brought me tea. And Isabela... well, she usually didn’t bring anything. Just helped herself to the good wine. And anything else in the cupboards.”

Hawke caught the humor in his tone and snorted, while Anders just frowned, still trying to remember why Fenris had never been invited to join in. It was definitely going to bother him now, and possibly ruin a perfectly good opportunity to remedy this oversight.

So Hawke did her best to intervene. “I’m pretty sure Justice didn’t think you’d be interested,” she offered. “Maybe he felt a connection to you as a fellow spoilsport and tried to spare you from the fun?”

“Mmm… ” Fenris glanced at Anders. It certainly wasn’t entirely his fault (or Justice’s, for that matter) back then if he hadn’t wanted to include him in these types of activities. Fenris had done almost everything he could to avoid spending time with him and Hawke together, out of misguided jealousy and resentment. “Perhaps.”

I’m going to tag @serial-chillr, @funkypoacher, @polypolymorph, @paraparadigm, @noire-pandora, @hawkeish, @blarrghe, @juniper-tree, @zuendwinkel, @whatsherfacewrites, @dafan7711, @barbex, @pinkfadespirit, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @elveny, and @ziskandra. No obligations, feel free to ignore and/or participate however you wanna! And please please tell me if you would prefer not to be tagged in the future.

#dragon age #fenris #hawke #anders #fenhanders #elfroot #this is one situation where marian might not be putting her foot directly in her mouth #lf hawke #lost and found da2 endgame canon divergence #i feel like everything i write for them begins with them dumping the kids off on someone else #it takes a village okay?! #my writing #recreational drug use

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Day 82

of @the-wip-project’s 100 Days of Writing

What is that great line that you can't find a plot for?

This, in my humble opinion, is one of the best things I’ve ever written in a smutty Lost & Found fenhanders thing I haven’t been able to find a good place for...yet.

Hawke sighs and makes a mental note for next time -- Anders sandwich -- and tries not to let the aching want pooling below her stomach, or the rumbling hunger inside of it at the thought of a delicious sandwich, distract her too much from the task Fenris has assigned to her.

#100daysofwriting #dragon age #fenhanders #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #LF Hawke #anders #fenris #my writing #lol

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Aaaaaah Porcia and Ser Pounce, Karl and Kristoff and Stowaway DS9 for the WIP ask meme? Please and thank you!

lol...YESSSSS! Some of my weirdest ideas to date! Thanks for giving me an excuse to talk about them!

Edited to tag @pinkfadespirit in this one because I just saw your ask about these first two! ❤️

Here’s an excerpt from the Porcia & Ser Pounce folder. Hawke’s old mabari and Anders’ ageless cat follow their family to Skyhold (Hawke and Fenris tried to leave them on the farm with Merrill like responsible pet owners, but y’know...Homeward Bound came out when I was a very impressionable child, and I’m a sucker for two cranky old ladies on a journey, so...omg, this is probably going to be called Skyhold Bound if I ever finish it):

The small, standoffish feline ends up being much better-suited to travel than Porcia is. She needs far less minding than the goats and the furless pups Pork has spent the past few years herding around the house and the farm. And she also seems to be an adept hunter. Porcia, on the other hand, desperately misses the treats slipped under the table by small, sticky fingers, or scraps tossed to her by the pointy-eared one her Mistress is so very fond of.

Pounce sits on a branch just above her head, cleaning the meat off the tiny bones of a swallow she’s just killed, and Porcia’s stomach growls. She swallows her pride, and then burps it back up, and finally lets out a pathetic little whine, looking up pleadingly at her. The cat glares down, yellow eyes glowing, but at least she doesn’t hiss this time. She bats a wing toward the dog, and then curls up defensively around the rest of her dinner.

And here’s a glimpse at Karl & Kristoff (a second set of Fenhanders twins, born post-Inquisition, because why not?):

Anders hands Hawke one of the babies, and Fenris hands her the other, and they both curl up on either side of her, staring in awe at the newest members of their miraculously growing family. 

"I was thinking we could call him Karl." Hawke smiles weakly over at Anders. "If that's alright with you?"

He nods, wiping tears from his face that he’s been holding back for awhile now. "And Kristoff?" he asks, drawing the back of his knuckle lightly over the other infant’s cheek.

For a moment Hawke has a hard time placing the name -- it's familiar, but in her post-delivery haze she can hardly be expected to remember its significance until Fenris chimes in...

"Karl Justice and Kristoff Clemence Hawke?”

Hawke laughs. "They sound like a pair of heroes out of one of Varric's stories..."

"So that settles it, then?"

Hawke nods. "Welcome to the world, little ones!"

Stowaway is a Star Trek x Dragon Age crossover, featuring Jadzia Dax waking up after a warp core breach on The Siren’s Call as Isabela and Anders (and a bunch of other DA2 characters) flee Ferelden during the Fifth Blight. I have ideas about Jadzia and Isabela and Anders...but this was also going to be a weird fun meta-fic because holodecks and unreliable narrators and Isabela writing fanfic, obviously. Here’s Jadzia being treated for a concussion...

“Come in, Anders…” Isabela rolls her eyes as a tall, lanky man in feathers and threadbare robes with his strawberry-blonde hair tied back in a messy bun marches into the room, full of urgency and purpose...and a very familiar sort of insecure self-importance.

“Is this the patient?”

“The stowaway, yes…”

Jadzia nods, sharing an amused glance over his shoulder with Isabela who leans back to watch as the two of them interact.

“I’m Anders, the ship’s Healer.” He extends a hand which she grasps firmly. 

She’s no stranger to human handshakes, and she’s relieved to find something familiar, though it is clearly not as intimate a gesture to them as it is to a Trill. Still, she can’t shake the weird feeling that he is probing at her in some way as he slowly pulls his hand away, staring curiously at it, then back at her.

“I’m Jadzia. Nice to meet you.”

“May I?” He motions toward the cut on her forehead and she nods, curious to see, given everything she’s seen so far of this ship and these people, what kind of rudimentary treatment he has in mind. 

Anders bends down to look more closely at her wound, wiping away the dried blood with a rag he pulls from his pocket. “Alright if I use magic? I’m Circle-trained, but I’ve learned a bit more since I…” He suddenly eyes her combadge suspiciously, and then looks up at Isabela, who shakes her head dismissively. “Since I left,” he finishes defiantly.

Jadzia supposes she’s meant to react somehow to this, but she is busy trying not to laugh. Magic? Oh, this is going to be fun...

#dragon age #long post #WIPs #Porcia #Ser Pounce #fenhanders #lost and found da2 endgame canon divergence #karl #kristoff #stowaway #star trek #ds9 da2 crossover #jadzia dax #isabela #anders #wow the tags here are a sign of something aren't they? #my writing #porcia the mabari #lesetoilesfous

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Fic Back Friday

Take an older fic (or art for our artist friends) from about a year ago or older even and talk about it, show it off and hype it up.

@cartadwarfwithaheartofgold and @noire-pandora tagged me into this today. I’ll tag some of my newer mutuals, whose stuff I’m less familiar with, @blarrghe, @musetta3, @irhinoceri, @hawkeish, @ziskandra​, and like, obviously, anyone else who wants to join in on this!

I just so happen to have an oldie that I’ve been re-reading recently to avoid later plotholes as I try to get back into writing my post-DA2 Lost & Found series (I also think the Samson & Delilah fic I’m not posting until it’s all the way done might end up belonging in this world state...).

Part II: Those Who Remain

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17281457/chapters/40643084

Warnings: violence

This is actually one of my favorite parts of that series so far, not only because it’s short and has a very defined structure / covers a single event (the lead-up to the fight with Meredith at the end of DA2). But because it only features NPCs, and mostly minor ones at that (i.e. none of Hawke’s love interests... they’ve all skipped town together or blown themselves up, leaving Aveline to lead the charge... whoops!). 

It’s also where I first met / introduced Ser Agatha, who got her own spin-off after this (In Violation) because I have no self-control when it comes to spiralling head canons about characters who are mentioned in a single minor quest or codex. There are some low-key Sullen vibes, too, that I totally planned to someday do something with, I swear!

The writing is probably a little clunky (action is not my strong suit, I’ve since learned, and this whole thing is meant to be action-packed, and I was also sort of brand new to reading/writing fanfic in general), but my heart was truly in this one. I was also dissertating at the time, so you will totally see glimpses of my academic brain overflow if you look real close.

Anyway, an excerpt, yeah?

“Guard-Captain! The First Enchanter sent us here to find the Champion!”

Aveline’s head snapped around to see the young mage who’d suddenly broken through the Templars’ Silence. He received a violent punch to the kidneys for his efforts. He doubled over, yelping in pain, and Aveline had to stop herself from drawing her sword.

Diplomacy. Right.

“The Champion is gone,” she said, with what she hoped was the gravest sincerity. Aveline was terrible at lying. So she had chosen her words very carefully. Hawke was gone. And even if she had been there, she probably wouldn’t have been able to help them. Things had gone too far in either direction, even for Hawke to talk her way around.

Donnic looked at her with guarded pity. She couldn’t bear to look back at him for fear of betraying Hawke’s secret with some wink or sparkle of hope in her eyes. She’d figure out what to tell him, how much to tell him, later. When things had settled down a bit.

“But the Knight-Commander... she is going to annul the Circle!”

Another mage had broken through the Templars’ anti-magic, and earned a kick to the back of her knees, as the Piece-of-Shit Templar growled, “That’s a lie! Do not listen to these mages! They are only trying to stir up even more chaos! THEY THRIVE ON IT!”

But the other Templars looked less sure, eyeing each other uneasily through the anonymity of their helmets.

Aveline knelt down next to the girl, and asked, “Where did you hear this?”

She shook her head. None of the other mages responded, either. Aveline looked at each of them, and they just averted their gazes, ashamed that they were too weak to overcome the Templars, even in such dire circumstances.

“For the Maker’s sake, please just let one of them speak?!” Aveline stood up. She was beginning to lose her characteristic cool-headed patience. She could feel the blood pumping into her cheeks, and her sword arm. She was tired of being diplomatic.

“We do not answer to you, Guard-Captain.”

Mettin. That was his name.

#dragon age #fic back friday #old fic #one of my first #i had only just scratched at the surface of the mages vs templars thing in this fandom #so apologies if this is offensive...lol #now i mostly just write fluff and smut #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #those who remain #aveline #ser agatha #mettin dies you guys #spoiler #my writing

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Days 47, 48, and 49

of @the-wip-project’s 100 Days of Writing

Oops...did that whole forgot-to-do-the-thing thing again...here are the questions/prompts from the last three days that I missed!

47. What kind is your favorite character to write?

I like all kinds. Sarcastic characters, or those with a dry sense of humor are particularly fun for me to write, though. And I do prefer characters who are close to my age, or older. Bonus if they’re allowed to be assholes sometimes.

48. Write a snippet to this prompt: “Do we really have to do this again?”

For fenhanders! It just works best for them, and I’ve missed them a bit. Not sure where this goes, other than as an epilogue to my still-unfinished fenhanders series, but it’s vague enough, that we can pretend it’s related to DA4 somehow, right?

“A letter from Varric...” Fenris sets the scroll, sealed in wax with Varric’s ‘unofficial’ sigil -- a simple embossed circle, like the one on the chain he wears prominently displayed on his chest -- in front of her.

She looks at it in mild surprise, then up at him. “Did Anders see this yet?”

Fenris shakes his head. “Is there something you need to tell us?”

“No! I swear...I have no idea what’s inside. Just...well, you know...”

He nods. “Open it, then.”

Hawke slides the knife she’s been using to slice peaches for Malcolm and Leandera under the wax and unfurls the parchment, her eyes scanning the flowery script impatiently for details while Fenris waits with his arms crossed next to her.

“He says...” she trails off.

“Well...?”

“Hang on!” She keeps reading to herself. “He’s asking us to visit.”

“We can’t. Surely he knows that.”

“Not Kirkwall...” Hawke shakes her head, still reading. “Somewhere ‘safe’ for all of us, he promises.”

“That place is here. If he wants to see us, he knows where we live. Just like Merrill and Isabela and your siblings. And everyone else, it seems.”

“He wants us to meet someone. A potential ally. Says it’s about the uprisings?” She finally glances up at him.

“I --” Fenris raises his eyebrows. “What does he have to do with any of that? Unless he’s devised some way to gain politically or financially by undermining Tevinter's nobility...”

“He said you would probably say something like that.” Hawke smiles. “But ‘Tell Fenris it’s just my way of making it up to him for dragging you both into the Inquisition. And also, you’re welcome. For being the reason you got Anders back.’”

Fenris scowls at her. “I think he means for being the reason I nearly lost you in the Fade. But you and I both know that was mostly your rash decision-making. And you’d have probably ended up there somehow without his invitation, anyway.”

“Well, at least now we know that if Anders or I ever end up trapped there again, you have the power to find us and save us!” She stands up and opens her arms around him.

“Do we really have to do this again?” he groans, refusing to uncross his own arms as he turns toward her and begrudgingly accepts her invitation for a hug. “I wouldn’t want to have to test that.”

49. How do you get yourself in the mood to write? Do you have a ritual?

Oy. I usually am in the mood to write, but for whatever reason, I can’t, because that would involve getting a chance to sit down, alone, with no one demanding my attention or time. If I can wake up early enough, I can usually get an hour in, and all I really need is a glass of water and the threat of a dog or a child waking up at any time and putting an end to my writing time. If I’m really feeling inspired, I can sometimes write while I’m waiting for Spawn to go to sleep, sitting next to her in her bedroom. But by the time I get any actual time to myself at the end of the day, I am usually just too tired to look at a screen or make words happen. Regardless of time of day, there’s almost always caffeine involved.

#100daysofwriting #dragon age #fenris #hawke #fenhanders #post-inquisition #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #characters #my writing #WIP

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Letters To and From Kirkwall, Chapter 2: From Kirkwall, With Love...

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25001311/chapters/67913047

Summary: Aveline shares a secret with the 'Ghost of the Champion,' and Hawke and friends receive news back from Kirkwall.

(This is mostly epistolary writing with some dialogue in between. I am trying to get back into my Hawke fic series...it’s been awhile! So what better way than to write some letters? Author’s Note: There are probably much better ways.)

Excerpt:

Dear all,

You’re quite terrible at this, you know. And I’m not entirely convinced your messenger is to be trusted, but I am grateful to ‘the Whore’ and F for keeping their promises. The good news here is that Meredith is dead, the Gallows are empty, and the city is actually…well, I’m not quite sure how to say this without offending you, but things are going far better than anyone could have anticipated since you left.

B and C were indispensable in the fight against Meredith and her Templars, and B has proven herself a capable leader in the aftermath, as we attempt to move on and rebuild. You will no doubt be delighted to hear what O has gotten up to, but I’ll let her tell you herself in her own letter (to be included with this and a few letters from B and one from D). Your dog has taken up residence on my sofa, by the way...though D swears he has tried to teach her some discipline. He's certainly been giving her plenty of food and treats.

I cannot be certain whether or not there is anyone currently looking for you all, but it might still be a good idea to keep a low profile. And no one would blame you if you wished to stay away. Things remain surprisingly peaceful here...for now.

Love you all (I really do mean it),

A

#dragon age #post-DA2 #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #aveline #orana #bethany hawke #lf hawke #fenris #varric #isabela #merrill #donnic #my writing

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WIP Wednesday...w00t!

Thank you for the tag, @kunstpause! I’ll tag forward to @parera-zuul-jar (both of you!), @serial-chillr, @elveny, @pinkfadespirit, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @zuendwinkel (let’s see your progress on that war nug! jk jk...unless?), @lostinfantasies38, @charlatron, @kemvee, @kittimau, @sarenkascrawls, and @funkypoacher. Consider yourselves all tagged in Throwaway Thursday tomorrow, too, until you tell me to stahp!

Anyway, I’m happy to be writing about these two back in Kirkwall again for the next chapter of Lettters To and From Kirkwall (yes, my titles are very deep and clever). Especially Orana...stabby rogue Robin Hood (future Red Jenny/bakery shop front AU?!) Orana...

Once the other Guardsmen had been dismissed from the office, the little rogue who’d been flitting about Kirkwall and gaining a reputation as “The Ghost of the Champion,” defender of its downtrodden masses in the city’s most recent upheaval, pulled off her hood and mask with a sheepish grin. 

Aveline’s stern glare quickly softened into a familiar smile. “Orana.” She was relieved that her suspicions had been correct. And happy to see that Hawke’s former assistant had survived, and apparently thrived, through the chaos of the past few weeks.

“Guard-Captain,” she nodded cautiously toward Aveline. “Is there a problem?”

“You’ve been busy.”

“We’ve all been busy.” 

Aveline peered around her small frame at the daggers slung tidily behind her back. “Where did you get those fine blades?” 

“I found them.” 

“They were Hawke’s.” 

“Yes.” There was no reason to deny that. Aveline had been one of Hawke’s closest friends. Of course she recognized the daggers. But it was hardly a crime to take up the blades of a dead woman. Orana had learned all about ‘finders keepers’ from the Champion of Kirkwall herself. 

“She may be missing them.” 

“But she and the others are --” 

Orana fell silent as realization hit her, and Aveline nodded eagerly, barely able to contain her excitement to share this secret with someone else (besides Bethany or Carver or Donnic...).

“What do you know?!” Orana gasped.

#dragon age #aveline #orana #post-DA2 #aveline is the worst at keeping secrets #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #WIP #my writing

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WEDNESDAY

Thanks for the tags and for sharing your stuff, @kunstpause and @whatsherfacewrites! I’m gonna tag in @pinkfadespirit, @sarenkascrawls, @elveny, @serial-chillr, @lostinfantasies38, @midnightprelude, @eranehn, @paraparadigm, @funkypoacher, @factorykat, @charlatron, and @johaeryslavellan if any of you have anything you want to share today! And if anyone else sees this and wants to share something (ANYTHING!), feel free to consider yourselves tagged, too (and tag me so I see it)!

I’m playing DA2 again, and inspired by all the sniping between/about my favs, here’s a flashback to early Act II when Fenris was still pining silently (well, not quite SILENTLY) for both of them (from the prologue section to my eventual fenhanders AU)...

Hawke’s nervous giddiness at the prospect of playing house with the mage was short-lived, as she and Fenris made their way toward the Docks. He was acting even more broody than usual with an irritated scowl on his face. She initially took it to be grumpiness about the fact that they were running late on their way to meet more of Danarius’ slave hunters, but he wouldn’t have hesitated to make some snide, clever remark about that by now. Instead, he seemed to be wrestling with some internal debate.

He cleared his throat. Whether he meant to do it or not, there was clearly something he wanted to say.

“What?” she asked, and he froze, his whole body going tense at her acknowledgment.

He turned and narrowed his piercing gaze on her as she stood there, one brow arched, waiting for him to say something in this little standoff, which he knew he’d already lost.

“Are you sure it is wise to invite the Abomination into your newly-reclaimed home?” he finally blurted out, abandoning whatever discretion he might have had with someone he considered any less of a friend.

“Did something happen to Mother that suddenly made you my fussy, over-bearing guardian?” she laughed bitterly.

“We are neighbors now, Hawke. I have a vested interest in the recklessness of those that reside in close proximity to me.”

“Oh, so you’ve decided to remain in Kirkwall, after all? Finally going to make a home of the old rundown mansion? Have you cleared away the desiccated corpses and haunted spirits? Picked out new drapes? A rug? Care to share your plans for the foy-ay?”

“I have unfinished business.” He smirked. “But it has been three years. I think that qualifies me as a resident of this cursed place. People seem to have gotten used to the ‘Glowing Ghost of Hightown,’ anyway...”

“Well, then what’s another glowing monster?” Hawke laughed again, a bit friendlier now that she’d noticed the faintest trace of a smile on Fenris’ lips. “If you hear any disturbances, of the demon-possessed-type, surely you can come and rescue me? It’d be the neighborly thing to do.”

“I know you are joking, as it is your way of dealing with uncomfortable truths, but -- ”

“It’ll be fine, Fenris.”

“So you say...”

(More here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17373968/chapters/60235741)

#dragon age #hawke #fenris #jealousy #friendship tho #WIP Wednesday #this is a perpetual WIP #I mean they all are but this one is epic #and totally written out of order #but I try to keep it chronological on AO3 #which means stuff like this gets shoved into the prologue #lol #my writing #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #LF Hawke

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Tagged by @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @factorykat, @pinkfadespirit, @johaeryslavellan, @paraparadigm, @kunstpause, @elveny, @charlatron, and @zuendwinkel recently in Last Lines and Six Sentences and WIP Whenever things! Thank you all for the tags. I’m tagging you all back, and adding on @eranehn, @serial-chillr, @midnightprelude, @whatsherfacewrites, @kittimau, and @lostinfantasies38

Here’s the last line that I literally just wrote from the first chapter of the next thing I’m about to yeet onto AO3, an “interlude” of letter-writing between Fly Away and Legacy in my Lost and Found series (I make things overly-complicated just like Varric to throw off anyone who might actually be interested in reading anything I write)...

Varric sighed, and handed the stack of letters to Zevran, with enough of the identifying information scratched out, he hoped, to thoroughly confuse anyone who might be interested in tracking them down.

#dragon age #post-DA2 #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #letters to and from kirkwall

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Writing Whatever Whatsitday

Thinking of all the wonderful folks who have tagged me into things lately and hoping you all are doing well... @serial-chillr, @eranehn, @dafan7711, @paraparadigm, @lostinfantasies38​. If you, or anyone else have life updates or things you wanna share, consider this an open and enthusiastic invitation! ❤️

Finding the time/energy for fic writing, or doing anything for my own simple enjoyment, has been hard lately. But at night, to wind down, I’ve been replaying and thinking about DA2 (again...always) very slowly. During early Act I, I decided Hawke would probably try to take the whole Jeven thing into her own hands after hearing him berate her best friend during “The Way It Should Be” (I mean, did you SEE Hawke’s dumb scheming face during that cut scene?). So instead of finishing that quest, I wrote this last night before passing out. It’s real rough and flows like an awkward salamander, but like...it’s a thing I wrote, I guess?

Hawke’s whole face is beginning to turn black and blue and shades of purple. Her lip is busted open and her left eye is practically swollen all the way shut, but she’s smiling wide and giggling as Aveline approaches her cell.

“You look and sound like a lunatic,” Aveline informs her as she begins picking through a jingling mass of old rusting keys.

“Good!” Hawke laughs even louder, and then winces because she has at least one busted rib, she thinks. “Here, allow me…”

Aveline rolls her eyes as Hawke reaches down and pulls a small stiletto knife from a sleeve inside her boot and proceeds to pick the lock to her cell.

“Show off,” she grumbles with a fond little smirk.

Hawke beams up triumphantly at her as something inside the lock grinds against her knife and the heavy iron door swings open with a loud clang.

“A kind benefactor has posted your bail, and something tells me no official charges will be filed.”

“Did you get what you needed?”

“We shall see.” Aveline looks smug as hell for a moment, reveling in what she’s about to do, but then she glances back over at Hawke, her brows furrowing with concern. “Thank you. You didn’t need to do this.”

“It was fun.” She shrugs. “After the way he spoke to you the other day, I’m just sorry you couldn’t be there to throw the first punch. You should’ve seen his face, Aveline...”

“I hope you’ll be heading directly to Anders’ clinic?”

“Maybe after a drink.”

“I think you’ve had enough fun tonight, don’t you think?”

“Is it still tonight?”

“Just barely.” Aveline chuckles.

Varric is waiting for her outside the Keep. Hawke can’t help alternating between laughing at her own incomprehensible “jokes” about Jeven and the size of his genitals and cursing about her injuries. It had hardly been a fair fight by the time Aveline had gotten there with reinforcements to break them up. But Hawke had known just what to do and to say to get the hot-headed Guard-Captain fuming about his role in setting Guardsmen Donnic up. And there had been plenty of witnesses to hear him threaten her on behalf of the Coterie while his lackeys took turns swinging and kicking at her to really drive the point home.

“Shit! Hawke, are you alright?” Varric asks. “I heard you got your ass kicked, but…”

“I’m fiiiiinnne.” She waves dismissively before her face scrunches back up again into a pained grimace. She really should’ve figured out by now that her body is not happy about twisting that way.

“Well, I’ve already asked Blondie to meet us at Gamlen’s place to patch you up.”

“Oh, we can’t go there. Mother will see me like this, and…” She knows it’s ridiculous that she, a grown woman, who has killed enough people to lose count, has worked as a soldier, a smuggler, and a mercenary, is fearful of her mother’s reaction to her getting in a fist fight with the soon-to-be-former Captain of the City Guard and spending half a night in jail, but she’s in no state to pretend she doesn’t still crave her mother’s approval. She can already hear the lecture...how it doesn’t help her case, their case, for the reinstatement of the Amell family’s status when her oldest child makes a public scene getting herself into fights she can’t win with the scum of Lowtown...what would her father have thought of her bringing this kind of attention on their family and risking Bethany’s safety? What kind of example was she setting for Carver?! As if Carver weren’t himself an adult who’d seen his own fair share of fighting and death.

“She already knows.”

“Ugh, Bethany?”

Varric shrugs.

“She always was such a tattle tale!”

Aveline clears her throat and nods them toward Lowtown. She is grateful for Hawke’s contribution to her cause, but she still has to gather her fellow Guardsmen and present the evidence to Seneschal Bran before they can make the arrest.

“While Jeven’s licking his wounds, I’ve got some matters to attend to, if you both don’t mind heading straight home, and avoiding any more trouble?” She looks pointedly at Varric.

“Git ‘im, Aveline…” Hawke gives her a hopelessly crooked smile and grasps her arm.

“That’s the plan, Hawke.” She nods.

“Sure you don’t need anything else from me, Red?”

“I’m sure I told you not to call me that.”

“Fine, fine. Alright, then. I’ll just see that this one makes it home safely without punching anyone else in the face.”

“Thank you.”

#dragon age #aveline #jeven #varric #hawke #act i shenanigans #LF hawke #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence

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Saturday Snippet!

Is that a thing? I’m making it a thing. I haven’t been very good about memes this week. But I got tagged by a few of you in some WIP things... @eranehn and @tryvyalsynnes most recently, I believe? 

I’ll tag ahead to @serial-chillr, @sarenkascrawls, @midnightprelude, @elveny, @curiousartemis @lostinfantasies38, @factorykat, @hermiowngranger, @theaiobhan, @paraparadigm, @scythe-hag, @dafan7711, @wardenari, @whatsherfacewrites, @cornfedcryptid, @funkypoacher, @pikapeppa, @charlatron, @grumpkinvicky, and anyone else I’m missing who wants to share some snippets!

I should be working on the next part of Lost and Found or playing Legacy ‘for research purposes,’ but I had a horrible idea while I was trying to organize my WIPs last week, and so now I’m writing about sad things that happen later on in the series. Here’s the least sad thing I’ve written this week -- Fenhanders just being lazy in bed on a Saturday morning now that their kids are like, IDK, teenagers or something and not running in to bother them in the morning (now there’s a fantasy).

“You’re going to outlive us both, you know,” Anders mused as he slid back into bed next to Fenris. “It’s a little heart-breaking to imagine you with no one’s hair to braid in the morning.”

Fenris’ fingers were already working their way through the mage’s tangled rose-gold strands even before he’d stopped wiggling in against him. “Well, if that ever happens, I’ll just have to invite Leandera to come back and live with her lonely Papa…”

“A grown woman, cuddling with her aging father in bed?” Hawke smiled, more fondly than she’d meant to. Halfway through her teasing, her heart stuttered a bit, realizing it was something she wished she might’ve had the opportunity to indulge in. “People will talk,” she huffed, banishing her grief. It was too early in the morning for that.

“Since when does Marian Hawke care about people talking?”

“Oh shit, I’m turning into Mother...” More heart clenching. Fuck, she needed some coffee. “At least I’ve not gone completely gray yet,” she muttered.

Anders snorted at the look of realization on her face and Fenris smiled knowingly. The occasional transformation had been apparent to them both for some time now, with every placement of her hands on her hips and the special look of disapproval she reserved for their children, especially Leandera, who had inherited some of Hawke’s own carefree sense of adventure.

“I always found your mother quite attractive,” Anders offered. “If not a bit terrifying.”

She turned that motherly glare on him now. “Not helping...”

He grinned wide. “Well, maybe a close relationship with her broody father will scare away any future husbands looking to exploit our daughter’s overly-trusting nature and social standing and inheritance for their own selfish gains?”

“...or wives!” Hawke rolled her eyes at him. “She said the same about Isabela.”

“Or both…” Fenris drawled, as he reached an arm around Hawke’s waist, pulling her back into bed with them.

#dragon age #fenhanders #fenris #hawke #anders #saturday snippet #WIP #my writing #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #lf hawke

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @elveny, @a-productive-manor, @kunstpause, @eranehn, @funkypoacher, @cornfedcryptid, and @serial-chillr today!  ❤️(And it’s still just barely today today! So yay!)

This is either going to be the beginning or the end of the next part of my Lost and Found series, Letters To and From Kirkwall, a collection of correspondences between Hawke, Fenris, Merrill, Isabela, and Varric back and forth with Aveline, Bethany, Donnic (and eventually, Orana) in Kirkwall, which happens to have been intercepted by the Right and Left Hands of the Divine.

“I cannot make sense of any of this!” Cassandra huffed, slamming the pile of letters down. “Even their nicknames are inconsistent. These people have all clearly lost their minds. And there’s nothing here that might tell us where the Champion has gone.”

Leliana smiled condescendingly at her partner and took a deep breath. “So ‘Kitten’, ’Ril’, and ’M’ are all the same person. An elf, a mage, from what I gather. Dalish, I think, perhaps from the Sabrae clan that used to stay outside of Kirkwall. ‘Broody,’ also ‘F,’ is clearly the former slave from Tevinter with the lyrium tattoos that we’ve been hearing rumors about for years. The Champion is pregnant, though none of them seem to know precisely who the father is. The ‘Bard’ is Varric Tethras, a dwarf, whose ‘literature’ you may be familiar with?”

She paused with an eyebrow raised at her, but Cassandra just waved her hand dismissively. “Go on…”

“Well, he’s somehow managed to smuggle ten new chapters of his latest trashy novel to his publisher while they’ve been at sea. Oh, and ‘Rivaini,’ who signs her letter as ‘the Whore’ to the Guard-Captain, and ‘Bels’ to the Champion’s sister is the pirate captain whose boat they sail upon, a fine dueler, and quite the sensual beauty, as well!”

“How did you get all of that from this?" Cassandra motioned with disgust at the pile of notes.

“It’s all there in the subtext…”

The Right Hand of the Divine looked skeptically at the Left Hand, and the two women stood engaged for a brief period in some kind of staring match.

Leliana finally broke, her cold, falsely-disinterested stare peeling back into a fit of giggles. “Ok, well, I’ve met most of them at some point. Dueled with and bedded the pirate captain, even, and Ser Cullen was able to fill in the rest for me.”

She smiled deviously as Cassandra rolled her eyes and let out a disgruntled sigh.

#dragon age #cassandra #leliana #post-DA2 #pre-Inquisition #letters to and from kirkwall #lost and found da2 endgame canon divergence #my writing

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HERE’S SOME STUFF I WROTE

Tagged by @a-productive-manor, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @midnightprelude, @paraparadigm, @serial-chillr, @cornfedcryptid, @wardenari, @elveny, @schattengerissen, and @dafan7711 at some point in the last week, I think? You all are wonderful and patient and oh-so-kind to think of me when I’m just barely able to form actual sentences lately.

But I finally have something to share! It’s terribly silly, though (and only slightly NSFW, because fruit and dorks and sexual innuendo...)

Anyway, Fenris and Anders (Hawke is actually taking a quick post-coital nap in this snippet, if you must know...the whole thing will be posted on AO3 at some point, I swear!) and strawberries...

“Strawberries, right?”

“What of them?” Fenris asked defensively.

“You love them.”

“When they’re ripe.” He sat down with a huff, eyeing the bowl warily.

“These aren’t?”

“Give them a moment, will you?” He tried to maintain his scowl, but there was an unmistakable hint of mirth gleaming in his eyes. “We’re not all as insatiable as you!”

“I’m not the one sitting completely naked in the kitchen in the middle of the night!” Anders grinned.

Fenris crossed his arms in front of him, leaning back in the chair. He knew exactly what he was doing as he sat there, daring the mage to look at his half-erect cock.

“Fine,” Anders laughed nervously, averting his eyes for now. “A moment, then…”

He took his sweet time selecting a decent-looking strawberry from the bowl, and finally held it up triumphantly for his approval.

“What about this one?”

“No.” Fenris’ rejection was swift and terrifying and sent a shiver down his back.

Anders recovered enough to meet his opposition with a gentle hum as he searched for a better strawberry. “This one?”

Fenris shook his head.

“You are very particular,” Anders huffed, shifting his weight just enough that his unfastened robe hung open, revealing most of his torso.

“I have discerning tastes.” The tiniest hint of a smile had begun to reveal itself in the corners of Fenris’ mouth, and through the twinkling in his eyes as they drifted over Anders’ body approvingly.

Anders switched languidly from one hip to the other in front of him. It was a gesture meant to appear effortless, Fenris knew, but the flush spreading across his freckled cheeks and chest betrayed him.

“And quite demanding,” Anders mused, turning to pick through the rest of the strawberries in search of what he hoped would be the perfect specimen to appease him. He held another up for his inspection, and to take Fenris’ irresistibly hungry eyes off of him, for just a moment.

“It’ll do,” Fenris scoffed, trying to keep himself from blushing now as well. “I suppose…”

“You only just suppose?” Anders held it out to him. “Take a bite. If it’s not to your liking, I will choose another. I could do this all night.”

Tagging all of the above, plus @hermiowngranger, @factorykat, @faerieavalon, @charlatron, @johaeryslavellan, @lostinfantasies38, @grumpkinvicky, @eranehn, @sarenkascrawls, @scythe-hag, @curiousartemis, @chaotic-good-hawke, @theaiobhan and anyone else who’s working on stuff they wanna share (art, writing, interpretive dance, whatever!)

#dragon age #fenris #anders #strawberries #hawke is asleep #it's fine tho #my writing #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #lf hawke #wip #smut #i guess

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It has recently come to my attention that my AO3 is an overwhelming dumpster fire in terms of organization. Instead of writing 100-chapter longfics (I wish I could focus on one story for that long), I actually use (abuse?) the “Series” feature of AO3 to string together my long and short fics into epic, inter-connected sagas, I guess? So allow me to give you all a glimpse into my non-linear madness with this Masterlist? Apology? Explanation? Roadmap! for my first (and most complete so far) such series, Lost and Found: The Misadventures of Marian Hawke and Everyone She Meets.

This canon-divergent series revolves around my ridiculous, boorish, horribly awkward and irreverent Marian Hawke and the absurd tragedies and even more unbelievable victories that befall her and all her friends and relations at the end of DA2 and then after that.

Works are arranged (and re-arranged) in chronological order within the series, but that is totally not how I write, so you’ll notice some things are still marked “incomplete” (I have an endpoint in mind, I just haven’t gotten there yet) or “ongoing” (these are mostly drabbles or head canon fills). I try to view each work as a self-contained story-within-the-larger-story, and write them so you can just dip in if you want. “Parts” with Roman numerals follow the main plot, while the Prologue, Epilogue, and shorter works in between are like...bonus features?

1. Prologue: In Kirkwall (ONGOING, 10.9k...)

Most of these started as flashbacks/background writing for the relationships and world state the rest of this series is set in (9:30-9:37). Most of this is not canon-breaking, and fits into a rogue purple female Hawke friendly Handers playthrough (except Bethany and Carver are both still alive).

2. Part I: Lost (COMPLETE, 22.5k)

This is the setup for the rest of the series, and contains a big break from canon, and some head canon development of Orana. Basically, a rewrite of the Chantry explosion. A certain character's death results in Hawke's early departure from Kirkwall (9:37), prior to the endgame showdown(s) at the Gallows. 

3. Fenris the Dreamer (COMPLETE, 5.1k)

Fenris is processing the Chantry explosion (9:37) through dreams and nightmares and...possibly some kind of backwards prophetic abilities. Angst, grief, anger, romance...lyrium dreams! Way deep into my head canon (and non-canon). 

4. Part II: Those Who Remain (COMPLETE, 16.9k)

I originally intended this to be a quick summary of Aveline's non-canonical role in the mage-Templar conflict (9:37) after Hawke leaves, but I am a sucker for bringing in supporting characters. So basically everyone who is left or randomly shows back up in Kirkwall gets a chapter here.

In Violation (INCOMPLETE, 10.3k...) Ser Agatha spin-off, with Orsino and all the disaster Templar boys (Ser Thrask, Cullen, Samson...) and eventually maybe some of the other supporting characters who show up in Kirkwall after DA2 (like Rylen and Leliana and Cassandra...). THIS HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THIS SERIES because it kind of became its own Templar-focused thing, even though it's the same world state...but it dips back and forth in time between 9:30 and 9:42 exploring all the politics and drama with the Templars in Kirkwall.

5. Part III: Fly Away (COMPLETE, 68.8k)

Hawke and Fenris and Isabela and Merrill and Varric grieving and sailing around aimlessly after the Chantry explosion (9:37). So much angst, but there's also sex in this one! Head canons abound! Slow(ish) burn Fenhawke...side Merribela...everyone is sad, though. 

6. Letters To and From Kirkwall (COMING SOON!)

Correspondence between Hawke, Varric, Isabela, Merrill, Fenris, Aveline, Bethany, Carver, and a certain dagger-wielding former employee of the Hawke-Amell Estate in the months following the Mage Rebellion in Kirkwall (9:37-38). 

7. Part IV: Legacy (COMING SOON!)

Carver seeks out his older (and very pregnant) sister for more than just a nice family visit (9:38), and they meet up with Bethany along the way. Wardens, lyrium-addled dwarves, ancient Magisters, Kirkwall reunions, Fenhawke, and weird preggo cravings...this fic will have it all. 

8. "And when it comes..." (COMPLETE, 5.4k)

Domestic Fenhawke parent!fluff drabble...inroducing toddler half-twins Malcolm and Leandra Hawke. This one happens right before Hawke joins the Inquisition (9:41).

9. Part V: Found (COMING...LESS SOON?)

Hawke and Fenris bring the kids to Skyhold (9:41-9:42). It’s cute, until Hawke volunteers herself to stay behind and fight the Nightmare in the Fade at Adamant…well, shit. Spoiler: Fenhanders finally, what?!

Reunited (ONE-SHOT, 1.3k) Alistair and Brosca fluff, post-Adamant/Weisshaupt (9:42?)...that's all. ALSO REMOVED FROM THIS SERIES, because minor spoilers...kinda?

10. Epilogue: Home (and Other Fluff) (ONGOING, 6.7k...)

Happy head canon endings, post-Inquisition, pre-Trespasser (9:42). Skipping over all the angst and suspense to get to my OT3. Don't read if spoilers aren't your thing. Dumping all the domestic family fluff and Fenhanders smut here (for now), so this is mostly just a collection of one-shots and drabbles!

#dragon age #DA2 #hawke #fenris #anders #handers #fenhawke #fenhanders #fenders #also... #isabela #merrill #varric #everyone else #is this a fic master list? #maker I don't know! #my writing #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #lf hawke #malcolm asaara #leandera fenara #ser agatha

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Last Line(s)!!!

(I guess also this counts as a WIP Wednesday post?)

Oh hey, rolling up in here two days later! Thanks for continuing to tag me even though I’ve been a slacker lately @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @kita-lavellan, @funkypoacher, @serial-chillr, and @eranehn (IDK if you tagged me or I tagged you, but TAG anyway!), and @lostinfantasies38...I’m tagging all of you back for WIP Wednesday, along with @hermiowngranger, @factorykat, @pocketcucco, @iarollane, @curiousartemis, @faerelden, @paraparadigm, @midnightprelude, @chaotic-good-hawke, @charlatron, @johaeryslavellan, @faerieavalon, @wardenari, @theaiobhan, @ranawaytothedas, @cornfedcryptid, @pikapeppa, and anyone else who just wants an excuse to share something today! Tag me! I wanna read your stuff!

Here’s the last lines I’ve done in a thing that I’m trying to finish this week because I dragged out the last chapter for a month and, um, that wasn’t good for anybody. So here’s Hawke, post-DA2, waxing philosophically (as she does) about how her dog should’ve been made Viscount...with some obvious inspiration taken from recent...developments...in Blue Wraith-ey thirst.

“I still say Pork would do a better job than any of the other nobles in Kirkwall. Better than anyone, really. And I stand by my decision to make her a legal member of the Hawke-Amell family line. In fact, since I’m supposedly ‘dead,’ the estate and the position as head of our noble house are all, technically, hers!”

“I’m sure Junior appreciates that,” Varric chuckled. “And now that the Circle is no more, where is your sister supposed to live?”

“I’m sure Pork will rent her a room at a reasonable rate. She’s quite generous.”

“As generous as she is slobbering,” Fenris drawled.

“Don’t forget beautiful!”

“Yes...she is a good girl, isn’t she?”

Varric was looking at both of them disapprovingly. “Are we still talking about Hawke’s dog, or...?”

#dragon age #hawke #fenris #varric #pork the mabari #last line(s) #WIP Wednesday #tag #LF Hawke #fly away #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence #my writing

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Six Sentence Sunday

@midnightprelude kindly tagged me (*waves* it’s 3am here!) and I’ve been slacking on this kind of thing, so here’s a taste of a completely silly thing I’m currently staring at, having been tasked with writing ‘angst-free Anders/Fenris smut.’ This actually takes place after the smut (which I haven’t written yet, because framing!).

“Anders!” Hawke calls out from the bedroom, where she has stomped off to change out of her travel clothes and into something clean and easy and comfortable.

“What?!”

“Have you been rummaging around in my underwear again?”

“No…”

“Technically, the lingerie is his, Hawke,” Fenris reminds her, without looking up from the book he is reading.

“Fenris!” Anders hisses at him, his cheeks already pink.

Staring pointedly at @grumpkinvicky​ and tagging forward to @serial-chillr, @paraparadigm, @sarenkascrawls, @curiousartemis, @factorykat, @charlatron, @elveny, @tryvyalsynnes, @theaiobhan, @lostinfantasies38, @johaeryslavellan, @eranehn, @dafan7711, @scythe-hag, @whatsherfacewrites, @hermiowngranger, @cornfedcryptid, @wardenari, and anyone else who’s got some things they wanna slap up into the Void!

#dragon age #six sentence sunday #fenhanders #fenris #hawke #anders #i promise this will be angst free #anders is just being silly #lf hawke #Lost and Found DA2 endgame canon divergence