You couldn’t wrap yourself in air, or ever be so light, or so free. You couldn’t see it, couldn’t really even feel it with clumsy bones and skin and hair— but in feathers, in the tips of pinion feathers, in the ruffle of down, that’s where it caught and carried, that’s where it lifted and bore away, a dance instead of a prison. He didn’t mind a little ribbing for the dusty feathers on his pauldrons, didn’t take the teasing personally— but he wore them to remember, watching the wind carrying birds far beyond where anyone could cage them, or shoot them down, somewhere free.
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He wasn’t a killer. He was a weapon fulfilling its purpose.
The first time he questioned it he ran, Danarius calling after him, cursing, anger and spite through coughing up blood; for the first time too, Fenris ignored the voice and the compulsion twitching in his joints. Seheron’s dirt soiling his feet, the fragrant scent of spiced tea in his nose forever tainted by the iron rust of blood and he ran and ran. People all died the same way, even if outwardly the wounds were different; and the faces of the fog warriors overlapped with the blurry, vague recollections of past deaths, past victories.
One could run away from a land as far as the other side of the continent and still always be running in the same spot.
dontblinktheangelshavecamelot:
Look! There was a fan fiction article in today’s Washington Express (a free daily I newspaper put out by the Washington Post in Washington DC)
Article credit, Beth Marlowe (Express)
Art credit, Patrick Leger (For Express)
An actually…. respectful…. and balanced article?? About fanfiction???
In a real publication??!?!
Except you don’t have to sign up to read stuff on AO3 :)
- List all the fandoms you have written in:
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
Dragon Age - How many published fics have you written?
73 Dragon Age, 5 MMPR, 1 original poem - In terms of wordcount, in which fandom have you written the most?
Dragon Age II. According to AO3, 478,028! O_o!!! I know I haven’t written nearly that for old MMPR fics. - At the moment, which one of your fics is your favorite/you are the most proud of? (you can include unpublished fics)
Mmmm, I think my Fedora!Verse fics. Especially You Can Leave Your Hat on and You Can Turn the Lights off. One is a kmeme fill and the other is a birthday fic for m’lady Hawkeward. - Which writer (fanfiction or not) inspires your own work?
Every writer I’ve ever read. (had to crib that from msbarrows). Everyone’s writing has a way of influencing my own works. I try to see what works, what they do that is so evocative, how they weave words and try to use similar techniques in my own work, provided it fits my writing style. - What was your first fanfic about?
An MMPR fic about Billy and an AU verse where his father was hiding ALL the secrets and he was not coping well. My attempt at a grittier version of the series. - Out of all the characters whose POV you have written, which one do you feel you identify the most with?
It’s a split between Anders and Fenris. I have Fenris’ bullheadedness about things in so many ways. I have Anders passion and compassion when it comes to caring for friends. - What do you feel is your biggest challenge when writing?
Tense, proofreading and possessives. - Do you generally outline your fics or do you prefer to write spontaneously and then revise?
Spontaneously. With the exception of my DABB fic and FSOB I have not really thought ahead about the work. - Which one of your fanfics has the most hits? the most comments? the most kudos? (if applicable)
Well again, according to AO3, it would be First Step Out of Bondage (co-written with Stealyourshiny) with 2292, but for my own fic it’s Cursed by my Nature (Mage!Fenris fic) at 2102. By Comments is Change of Heart (Fenris/Anders, Fenris changes his mind about mages and magic after witnessing a Templar committing a heinous act) it’s got 21 comment threads. Most Kudos according to AO3, would be First Step Out of Bondage (co-written with Stealyourshiny) with 75, but for my own fic it’s Cursed by my Nature (Mage!Fenris fic) at 63. - What proportion, if any, of your fics are rated M or above (# of M-plus fics/ total # of fics)?
I’d say 90 % of the 73 fics in DA fandom, and 3 of the 5 out of the MMPR fandom that I’ve written. Even if it’s not smut, it’s usually dealing with mature themes. - Finally, tease us with the title of one of your upcoming fics:
Shattered, my Dragon Age Big Bang Fic.
(via msbarrows)
“Nice ink.” The voice is rough as callouses, and it makes him turn to look. The owner of the voice is seated at the bar, looking at him with round eyes the color of jet. He almost thinks she’s an elf at first glance—she’s small, wiry, bald-headed and covered in tattoos, very nearly naked save for the low-slung men’s trousers slung around her hips and the braded rope wrapped around her breasts .
“It’s not ink,” he says, unable to sound irritated by the question. The girl—she hardly looks old enough to be a woman, not if she’s human—arches her eyebrow.
“Neither are mine. A lot of literal blood, sweat, and tears went into these.” She holds her arm up, moving it into a beam of light coming from the skylight. Her tattoos are, like so many people have described his, beautiful. Vibrant, colorful, chaotic, inorganic.
“How did you come upon them?”
Her full, dark-stained lip twists into something like a smile and a snarl. “They’re my memories. People I’ve killed, things I’ve lost, some just because I wanted ‘em. Yours?”
He looks at his palm, watching the lyrium lines shimmer and flex as he clenches and relaxes his hand. “As are mine, apparently.”AAHHH I MISSED THIS. Did I miss the other ones too?!?!?!
Under a cut because of character death. Not particularly bloody or violent, but death all the same. Endgame ficlet.
I’m sending you the bill for a new heart and soul. You broke mine. /curls up in corner and sobs
So, a whole bunch of people are following me. Crazy people. Glad you’re here though. <3
PRESENTS FOR YOU!
present the first:
Personal story, just for you, in the rough ballpark of 10,000 words. (Very rough. My wordcounts are never as precise as I think they shall be.) Any characters, any relationship, any kink, fluff, angst, violence, whatever your heart desires. If it’s something or someone I’ve never written, it might take a little longer for research purposes though. (Preferences for Dragon Age fandom, just because that’s what I feel I’m best at, but if you want something else, feel free to ask, and we’ll see if we can work something out.)
Doesn’t have to be romance or erotica, but as those tend to be my most popular postings, that’s fine too. It can be posted for all to see, or I’ll send it to you via email if you’d rather keep it private.
present the second:
Commission someone! If you’ve always wanted some art, or perfume, or crafty goodness, or something else entirely that I’m not thinking up right now from one of the lovely fanartists in the fandom, I shall buy it for you. (Under 25 USD though, I just had to buy a TV, budgets are a necessity of life.) The interactive and creative nature of this community here on tumblr is a constant inspiration for me, and I definitely want to pay that forward, but can never quite convince myself it’s worth spending the money on myself. So I’ll spend it on you instead.
how to enter:
Reblog and/or like for one entry each. (Multiple reblogs won’t increase your chances, but I certainly won’t say no to the signal boost.)
If this wanders around tumblr a lot, I may add some extra prizes… say a short story or two, in the 1 - 5k word range? We’ll see how it goes, and how much free time I end up having.
deadline:
The Giveaway shall run until 11:59pm central-european-time on the 14th, giving y’all two weeks to think about what you want. ;) Winners shall be drawn from a metaphorical hat and announced on the 15th, assuming ask boxes are open and I’ve managed to get a hold of the appropriate parties.
(If I have no luck within two days, I’ll draw again.)
Thank you again, you lovely people. *hugs for everyone*
Chapter 8
LJ: http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/9086.html?thread=36987518#t36987518
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/479592/chapters/887043
Chapter 9
LJ: http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/9086.html?thread=36991358#t36991358
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/479592/chapters/887044
LJ 6: http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/9086.html?thread=36781438#t36781438
LJ 6.5: http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/9086.html?thread=36783998#t36783998
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/479592/chapters/868083
I really am a sucker for Anders kicking ass prompts. I think this is the third one I’ve filled, but this one is for the Volutions universe.
The prompt on the meme was:
While I do enjoy reading stories where Anders is saved (or not) from Templars, I can’t help but think that there needs to be more Independent!Anders.
I mean, we are talking about a full-grown mage who passed his Harrowing, escaped the Tower seven times, became a Warden, faked his own death (depending on which story line you pick up in the game) and made his way to Kirkwall and has a shop in Darktown.
Show me an Anders who gets cornered, alone, and is about to either get the shit beat out of him or raped…but he comes out the victor.
Whether anyone witnesses this or not is up to the AA.This is set a few weeks after the end of Latibule. About 3800 words.
Aceldama
Anders had enjoyed Wicked Grace night for years, but in recent weeks, he had been learning to look forward to it to an indecent degree. Every Wicked Grace night, Fenris would escort him to the Hanged Man, sit beside him to win Anders’ coin straight out of his pockets, and then, when the game wrapped up, he would escort Anders back to Hawke’s mansion, see him up to his room, and when the door closed, Fenris would be on the same side of that door as Anders.
What they did behind that closed door made Wicked Grace night Anders’ favorite night of the week.· · ·
It was Wicked Grace night.
Anders finished resetting a longshoreman’s dislocated shoulder and surveyed his empty clinic with satisfaction. All he needed was for Fenris to arrive, and Wicked Grace night could get off to a proper start.
He busied himself cleaning the clinic rather than watching the door for Fenris’ arrival. There were always sheets to fold, old cloth to be torn into bandages, potion vials to scrub, and when he ran out of those things, there were notes to scribble on tattered pages that Hawke gave him – heresies written on the back of pages of Chant of Light doctrine, in the margins of military communiqués, on the blank frontispiece of the Tome of the Slumbering Elders, and scrawled over the diagrams in books of forbidden lore.
One I was re-reading and decided to queue up because I needed some BAMF Anders in my life.
LJ: http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/7357.html?thread=36246205#t36246205
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/269714/chapters/819924
No warnings this time. :)
EVIL WOMAN YOU. I owe you comments on the kmeme and AO3. You broke my heart last chapter, you know that right?
There should be no surprise where this idea came from originally. (
CABLE AND DEADPOOL. THE TELEPATH AND THE PERVERT. Everything becomes Dragon Age) Might put it up on AO3. But I kinda want to expand more on this. I blame a couple other people for this. You know who you are.I don’t have an actual title either.
This is beautiful, please post more… please? *makes puppy eyes in your direction*
Thank you <3
LJ: http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/7357.html?thread=35986877#t35986877
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/269714/chapters/795744
One more short update. The next few updates should be really long by the time I’m ready to share. >.>
/sits on edge of seat. Also need to comment on kmeme. Neglectful OP is neglectful.
I’m trying to break my writer’s block, because it’s driving me crazy. So here’s some silly light-hearted domestic nonsense I’m forcing myself to post as practice. Probably not my best work, but anything’s better than nothing.
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Anders sighed heavily as he leaned up against the heavy wooden doors at the entrance to his clinic. Days spent with the sick and injured always seemed long, but this particular day had felt especially endless, and now that it was quiet and still save for the familiar fires burning behind him, both exhaustion and relief settled over Anders like a thick woolen curtain. His doors were closed for the evening but there was still much more left to do—inventory to check, medicines to make, bandages to roll, messes to clean up. He generally felt accomplished if he made it back to Hightown and into Hawke’s bed before midnight, these days.
This is what I needed this morning after my kind of long, unproductive and shite day yesterday.