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Fade-touched Lurker

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+75% faster movement speed when in Stealth Dragon Age enjoyer, but Inquisition makes my heart skip an extra beat. On AO3 @ Fade_touched_Lurker
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Miscellaneous:

Loyalty (Demands of the Qun, featuring the friendship between Bull & Lavellan)
Bull in A China Shop (members of the Inner Circle in Orlais) Like A Pyre (A tragedy with the Veilguard Trick ending, Solas and Lavellan.) Honeycomb (Sera x Dagna falling in love over a prank.) The Longest Night (A young Lavellan celebrates a winter solstice with her clan.)

Series:

Vallaslin (Lavellan's journey from a young hunter to the trip to Minrathous at the end of Veilguard, exploring how her connection to people and her culture changes over time.)

Vallaslin (Lavellan's journey from a young hunter to right before the Conclave) Halam'shivanas (Lavellan's journey from the Conclave to the trip to Minrathous at the end of Veilguard)

The Mundane and Divine (my canon Solas x Lavellan collection)

Invitation to A Dance (Josephine arranges dance lessons for the Inner Circle; immediately prior to Sleep Well?)
Sleep Well? (Solas contemplates the Fade Kiss and wonders where it all went wrong)
Cataract (Solas and Lavellan on the journey to Crestwood, from Solas' point of view.)
Dragon's Teeth (the space between Corypheus' death and Trespasser, Iron Bull x Dorian, with Lavellan as the catalyst) Denouement (the immediate aftermath of the confrontation with Solas in Trespasser)

Redemption, Restoration (Fade Prison trilogy, a subset of the Mundane and Divine)

Salvation (set immediately after Veilguard, in the Fade Prison) Molten as the Sun (Solas and Lavellan are figuring things out in the Fade. Her friends would like to have her back.) Written in Red (Solas and Lavellan work to soothe the Titans' dreams.)
Restraint (Solas, Bull, and Lavellan engage in some platonic ropework together and Solas starts to work on forgiving himself with their help.) Sanguine (Solas and Lavellan and some happily ever after risk aware consensual kink.)

The Randy Dowager Quarterly (It is what is says on the tin.)

Throes of Passion (by Vora'shivan, a Rook/Lavellan/Solas literature, smutty literature.) The Rabbits and the Pussycat (by an anonymous author, a Briala/Celene, Briala/Celene/Lavellan Orlesian attack propaganda literature, smutty, literature.)
#dragon age fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#my writing
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WIP Wednesday

So it's actually Wednesday now, and boy howdy do I have a new thing I'm working on I'm excited about in addition to Clan Lavellan falls into the Fade.

He fell away from Ghilan’nain triumphant; he knew that he and Assan had drawn her attention for long enough to give Lucanis a chance to take the shot, and Lucanis wasn’t going to miss this time. A Warden’s duty; a Warden’s death, and his only regret was for Assan, diving after him. Sorry boy, he thought. Should’ve stayed in Arlathan with your family.
He fought, struggled against an endless sea of angry red, tearing at his mind, his sense of self, an unmaking, breaking down into raw materials. It seemed an endless, frozen moment of torment, but he would not yield himself to become one of Ghilan’nain’s creatures. And then it eased, and he smiled to himself; that must have marked Ghilan’nain’s death and though it still pulled at him now, it spoke with a different beat, insistent loud. A Calling.
And then, strangely, he felt teeth in the shoulder of his coat, talons, and a pair of hands, pulling him up, into the shallows, onto flat cool flagstones where he crouched, gasping and coughing, to look up at a rather large mabari, a crouching figure shrouded in a ragged cloak, and a remarkably smug looking Assan, chirping as he shook off his feathers.
“Come here, boy!” said Davrin, voice cracking, as Assan tackled him, and he buried his face and relieved, happy tears into the warm spiciness of griffon feathers.
He pulled back, scratching Assan’s floppy ear as he checked for injury, looked at the crouched shrouded figure who pushed back the hood of their cloak, face a pale, ghoulish gray, hands too long, clawed. They spread their hands open, flat, then placed the palm of their left hand to their heart deliberately, drew the tip of their finger up in a graceful arc over lip and the sweep of bare cheekbones to the tip of a pointed ear. Dalish hunt sign. Peace, lethallen.
But this wasn’t a Dalish elf, and by the looks of it, it had never been Dalish. This was a darkspawn, some twisted creature like Isseya had been, a city elf, at one time.

And a friendly tag to whoever, like me, has something they are excited about! (and tag me if you share, I want to see!)

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psst. @elfyroot.

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Thanks @virshiral for the tag. Uhhhhhh. What a good question. I think it's from this bit? This is Lavellan's crafter friend from her clan who made her hand. Dagna put the springs in.

Ghillen poked at it, rapt. “These springs are gorgeous,” she cooed at the hand. “If only we could make them so fine in camp. And is that dragon webbing for the cords?”

And this is Ghillen.

and a gentle tag to @modestharellan, @liberaquantobasta-catossa, @exia-1 and anyone else who wants to play!

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pssst. @elfyroot.

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i do think you can interpret the warden as having been deliberately sabotaged in being made warden-commander (and that is my interpretation). they've been warden for a year. they've met a grand total of 3 wardens, possibly adding avernus if you do soldier's keep. they've been given shall we say a rudimentary overview of what being a warden entails. at least one big reveal is locked behind the alistair romance. none of the origins except maybe but quite-frankly-not-rly aeducan and cousland are well equipped to handling a territory as large as amaranthine pulling double duty as arl/essa and warden-commander. warden-commander for all of ferelden, when duncan seemed to kind of just be freelancing it.

weisshaupt is reluctant to send more than riordan after having a bunch of wardens turned away. they're all of a sudden v confident abt filling vigil's keep w orlesian wardens in a way that's weird even taking into account loghain being out of the picture. even if the darkspawn hadn't slaughtered anybody, that's kind of provocative! that's kind of a huge mess for the new fereldan commander of the grey to manage! and if your hof dies, then they just straight up send an orlesian to be commander! this is bad diplomacy even if the wardens and ferelden have historically been on good terms, which they have not!

but then everybody gets slaughtered DAY ONE and................no reinforcements are sent? it's just 'well you better recruit some more!" the first warden sends woolsey DIRECTLY, and she is, as far as i can tell, just sort of there to manage money and observe how the wardens having legitimized control over an arling impacts their influence. i think she's also reporting back, tho this is conjecture on my part. her presence is bizarre, esp given that varel is local, gable has been working in the area for a while, and garevel is ambiguous but at least willing to go toe to toe w woolsey.

i think, esp in a worldstate where the warden-commander is the surviving hof, that weisshaupt makes them warden-commander with the intention of forcing them to either resign in disgrace or otherwise be removed. humble the person who survived the unsurvivable! ensure their legacy crumbles before it has time to set! make them inconsequential so that all the other wardens aren't asking 'well how'd THEY survive. it's possible to survive killing the archdemon??' i think weisshaupt isn't interested in curing anybody but they certainly have huge archives and resources with which to conduct that kind of research. but curing the taint does create a scenario where wardens could just up and leave, and that weakens warden power.

a surviving hof warden-commander starts performing joinings straight away. they potentially don't know wardens are infertile. they've had zero training. AND they're expected to balance the needs of a hard-hit arling as well as building the fereldan branch of the order from the ground up. if i am the warden i'm going hey it kind of seems like i'm being set up to fail.

#100%#hard agree
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the thing is. knowing someone experiences hallucinations or trouble reading facial expressions or communication difficulties or any other symptom CAN help you to understand their behaviour and respond to it appropriately. but knowing someones diagnosis is never as helpful as it is to listen to them when they talk about how they can best be accommodated. and if “can you please speak slower” (for example) sounds like a ridiculous request from someone without a diagnosis and a reasonable one from someone with a diagnosis. well you’re the dick in that situation

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Thanks @virshiral for the tag. Uhhhhhh. What a good question. I think it's from this bit? This is Lavellan's crafter friend from her clan who made her hand. Dagna put the springs in.

Ghillen poked at it, rapt. “These springs are gorgeous,” she cooed at the hand. “If only we could make them so fine in camp. And is that dragon webbing for the cords?”

And this is Ghillen.

and a gentle tag to @modestharellan, @liberaquantobasta-catossa, @exia-1 and anyone else who wants to play!

#my little writing thing#writing tag game
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WIP Wednesday

So it's actually Wednesday now, and boy howdy do I have a new thing I'm working on I'm excited about in addition to Clan Lavellan falls into the Fade.

He fell away from Ghilan’nain triumphant; he knew that he and Assan had drawn her attention for long enough to give Lucanis a chance to take the shot, and Lucanis wasn’t going to miss this time. A Warden’s duty; a Warden’s death, and his only regret was for Assan, diving after him. Sorry boy, he thought. Should’ve stayed in Arlathan with your family.
He fought, struggled against an endless sea of angry red, tearing at his mind, his sense of self, an unmaking, breaking down into raw materials. It seemed an endless, frozen moment of torment, but he would not yield himself to become one of Ghilan’nain’s creatures. And then it eased, and he smiled to himself; that must have marked Ghilan’nain’s death and though it still pulled at him now, it spoke with a different beat, insistent loud. A Calling.
And then, strangely, he felt teeth in the shoulder of his coat, talons, and a pair of hands, pulling him up, into the shallows, onto flat cool flagstones where he crouched, gasping and coughing, to look up at a rather large mabari, a crouching figure shrouded in a ragged cloak, and a remarkably smug looking Assan, chirping as he shook off his feathers.
“Come here, boy!” said Davrin, voice cracking, as Assan tackled him, and he buried his face and relieved, happy tears into the warm spiciness of griffon feathers.
He pulled back, scratching Assan’s floppy ear as he checked for injury, looked at the crouched shrouded figure who pushed back the hood of their cloak, face a pale, ghoulish gray, hands too long, clawed. They spread their hands open, flat, then placed the palm of their left hand to their heart deliberately, drew the tip of their finger up in a graceful arc over lip and the sweep of bare cheekbones to the tip of a pointed ear. Dalish hunt sign. Peace, lethallen.
But this wasn’t a Dalish elf, and by the looks of it, it had never been Dalish. This was a darkspawn, some twisted creature like Isseya had been, a city elf, at one time.

And a friendly tag to whoever, like me, has something they are excited about! (and tag me if you share, I want to see!)

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A humble submission for WIP Wednesday Thursday, @hyperions-light.

#warden tabris#warden commander#davrin#assan#dragon age fanfiction#barkspawn
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You should be able to have zero dollars to your name and still have everything you need to survive, dependable housing, food, water, clothing, personal care necessities like soap and deodorant and toilet paper and period products, medicine and the prescriptions/healthcare you need to live comfortably… not everyone’s life should be focused on the accumulation of wealth, and yet society is structured around earning money being the only way to survive or do anything at all. Some humans are really good at earning money because it gives them purpose but that shouldn’t be how everyone has to live

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i always think of these things as right now, i'm (thankfully) not in that position, but if i was in that position, i would want these things. therefore, we should have a system that implements these things. and the reason is really simple: at any point i could get in that position. i could lose my job, my landdlord can decide to kick me out, my friends and family (immediate support system) can either pass away or turn away from me, and if it comes to the worst, i would still be a human who has basic needs and i deserve those needs to be met because i am human.

and it doesn't take a long time for the average person to reach rock bottom. it's usually a domino effect: you lose your job, it affects all areas of your life. you lose housing, it affect all areas of your life. it doesn't even have to be some crucial thing, some small effect that makes your entire life spiral.

and because it can happen to any of us, and because we are all humans who deserve to be treated as humans, we should have systems that take care of everyone in need

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You are almost always closer to being homeless than you are to living in a mansion. A robust social safety net helps everyone.

#and lack of resources often keeps folks from leaving harmful situations#because at least they have a roof and healthcare
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Ok next poll that fandom seems to have different interpretations of:

Felassan's death.

Some see it as a cold, deliberate execution for disobeying orders, while others interpret it as an emotional reaction, that Solas was still reeling from shock of the Veil and all that happened.

But a key point is also timing. The Masked Empire takes place about one year before the Inquisition is formed, and Solas himself says he woke from uthenera roughly a year before joining the Inquisition. That places Felassan’s death at or near the moment of Solas’ awakening. Some think Solas killed Felassan while he was still in uthenera and close to waking, while others think he killed Felassan once he was physically awake.

I did my best to capture the various interpretations.

#awake#and i think he killed Felassan because of the Sera banter#some of your forces#valuable until now#have no interests beyond creating disruption#chaos for its own sake#and Felassan was racking up a lot of collateral damage of civilians pretty callously through his direct actions#and I think it became an Anders/Hawke/Chantry type situation
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lydia davis

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In the same vein:

"The simultaneous borrowing of French and Latin words led to a highly distinctive feature of modern English vocabulary: sets of three items, all expressing the same fundamental notion but differing slightly in meaning or style, e.g., kingly, royal, regal; rise, mount, ascend; ask, question, interrogate; fast, firm, secure; holy, sacred, consecrated. The Old English word (the first in each triplet) is the most colloquial, the French (the second) is more literary, and the Latin word (the last) more learned." (Howard Jackson and Etienne Zé Amvela, "Words, Meaning and Vocabulary: An Introduction to Modern English Lexicology." Continuum, 2000)

via ThoughtCo

Though I like how John McWhorter phrases it better:

But language tends not to do what we want it to. The die was cast: English had thousands of new words competing with native English words for the same things. One result was triplets allowing us to express ideas with varying degrees of formality. Help is English, aid is French, assist is Latin. Or, kingly is English, royal is French, regal is Latin – note how one imagines posture improving with each level: kingly sounds almost mocking, regal is straight-backed like a throne, royal is somewhere in the middle, a worthy but fallible monarch.

from "English is not normal"

#very fun thing about English
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cteranodon asked:

Okay, so I'm /actually/ about to write a porn fic to AO3, and I'm interested in knowing what the difference is between the M rating and E rating. Able to enlighten me?

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tinsnip answered:

Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is ‘and here’s how they did it exactly.’

To wit: mature.

He looked at the envelope, spread out before him.

God, he’d never been this hungry.

Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed.

Explicit:

The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow–

Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes…

Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was.

He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss.

Afterwards, he stroked the envelope, and thought about addresses.

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