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- The Lightbringer - Rook’s Take (Neve/m!Rook, a companion piece to The Lightbringer from the Getting Into Trouble series)
- Bring the Light (written for Shadow Dragons Week 2026, a pre-canon one-shot in the Getting Into Trouble canon)
- A Rotten Foundation (written for Shadow Dragons Week 2026, Tarquin’s POV on the Dorian/Maevaris decision)
- Prompt Fulfillment (sometimes folks have ideas or requests and, if I write them and it it doesn’t end up in a full-on fic, it ends up here)
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Tomorrow, to celebrate my birthday, I think each and every one of you should enjoy a little treat — whatever you like! — as part of my birthday party. 🥳
I’m so excited for Harding week!!! Thank you @davrinsleftpectoral @sorcerousadventurer @sandcastlekings @necromanticsoul @jenn2d2 @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @biowaredisasterbisexual for the tags
A little preview of all the things I’m working on for @datvcompanionweeks : my crochet plans and notes though I’m so tempted to scrap the cone and just make like 9 Harding beans she came out so cute lol
And some of my favorite screenshots from working on her trading cards that maybe didn’t work zoomed in or outtakes (I love her faces so much)
And a snippet from the fic I’m working on for the week 👉👈
She very merrily moseyed and pointed to several displays, reading plaques out loud, and ooo-ing and awww-ing the fine dwarven crafts from ancient Orzammar.
A gorgeous arrangement of smithed weapons caught her eye and she slowed down, admiring the craftsmanship. "These are smelted with Lyrium dust. They must have been awesome weapons to fight with, the Lyrium would have poisoned anything it punctured."
Every time you crochet one of the companions, I get the warmest and fuzziest of feelings. THEY ARE SO CUTE AND PERFECT!! I can’t wait to see crochet Lace!! And love the variety in the screenshots!
The fiiiiiiiiiic, yesssssssss. That first paragraph is So Harding. It is so quintessentially her. <3
Today is the last Wednesday before Harding Week starts on July 27, we would love a chance to see anything Harding related that you’re working on!
All forms of fan works are accepted for this event, not just fanfiction or fanart, so please show us whatever you’re working on! You can reblog this post or tag us @datvcompanionweeks and we’ll reblog it to snow off your WIPs
I AM SO EXCITED!!! @datvcompanionweeks are the best weeks of the year. Thanks so much to @blackwall-my-tiny-husband and @theunsinkablesappho for modding Harding Week, and many thanks to @wolfsong-the-bloody-beast and @davrinsleftpectoral for the tags!
Some of my first ever attempt at a purely epistolary fic below the cut!
Varric shouldn’t have tried to reason with him. How do you reason with crazy? He wants to destroy everything, it’s not exactly the kind of thing someone can be talked out of, you know?
But Varric said Solas was his friend. He believed there was something good in there, I guess.
Solas murdered him for that belief.
None of us could stop him. We should have stopped him, right? That’s why we were there. What we were sent to do. Why we had a team. But Rook and I couldn’t get there in time, couldn’t save him. Neve, a mage from Tevinter who helped us find the ritual site, couldn’t either. Just laid there, staring, while Solas stabbed him to death.
So now he’s gone. Just like that. Just writing it all out makes me want to find Solas and rip his head off with my bare hands. He never thought much of dwarves, but I could teach him a thing or two about not betraying us.
Thank you @datvcompanionweeks for the upcoming event.
Harding week is coming to Nug E Cheese, and we’ll get to see some of her backstory. I’m really excited about it, I’ve had this living in my head since I first started the AU. Have a little snipped from day 2.
Harding was back in the zone, aiming the bow with precision. Turvi waited for the round to end. She checked her score and she was a few points shy of beating the record yet again.
"Ham and jam slammit!" She said, pounding her fist on the machine.
"Harding, is everything okay?" Turvi asked. "The last time I saw you stress playing Arrow Escape was right before you had a big exam."
Special thanks to @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai for helping me come up with that grade A Harding curse.
Forehead kisses to all of you. And if you have something to share I’d love to see it.
Harding week is almost here! Just a few more days! So, I thought I'd share some things I've been working on.
I've already shown the first one, so I'm cheating a little and showing it again, because I'm leaving the finished work for next week. The other ones are new.
I've included the 3rd one, the "concept art", because it amuses me. Funnily enough, the 4th one is the one that has me fighting for my life for some reason, even though I wanted that one to be the simplest. 😆 I'm still trying to figure it out and shape it into something I like.
Today is the last Wednesday before Harding Week starts on July 27, we would love a chance to see anything Harding related that you’re working on!
All forms of fan works are accepted for this event, not just fanfiction or fanart, so please show us whatever you’re working on! You can reblog this post or tag us @datvcompanionweeks and we’ll reblog it to snow off your WIPs
Back around to another fic post since it's an even-numbered prompt for FenHawke Week (@fenhawke-week). This time, let's skip ahead to sometime between Inquisition (specifically Trespasser) and Veilguard. When exactly? Don't worry about it. That part isn't important.
Let's go with the "Strange Places" prompt, and where my mind immediately went when considering that prompt: maybe it's Fenris's turn to take Hawke somewhere she isn't expecting?
Strange Places
(1,231 words)
Read on AO3
Aelinn looked up at the towering architecture of Minrathous and whistled.
“Wow. These magisters are really compensating for something, aren’t they?”
Beside her, Fenris pulled his hooded scarf closer around his face to hide his ears and markings and harrumphed, drawing a laugh out of her. She hitched her glaive’s strap more securely onto her shoulder, jostled him with an elbow, and flashed a brightly toothy grin that usually served to unsettle most people who knew her. A little wild. Definitely irreverent. Maybe a touch predatory.
She knew he liked predatory.
“You’re the one who brought us here, you know,” she said, ignoring the deepening of his scowl—mostly for show, definitely fewer teeth than she deserved—and striding confidently through the bustling docks to find surer footing. Boats never sat well with her, not since the crowded ship that had carried what remained of her family from Ferelden to Kirkwall. No amount of time or distance seemed to settle that.
At least the company was good this time.
“That doesn’t mean I like it here,” Fenris huffed, his wiry legs keeping up smoothly with her pace. He still insisted on going barefoot, and Aelinn had long-since learned not to expect it to make sense to her, but every other inch of skin was covered with new leathers, nondescript but otherwise well-tailored at her insistence, intended to hide the tracework of lyrium all over his body.
Too identifiable. Too dangerous to parade around in the capital of the Imperium.
If Aelinn had had her way, neither of them would be there. They’d be back in the Marches just outside Kirkwall, enjoying their quiet cottage and playing with their children, and making the most of every last private moment they could find together.
But Fenris had insisted. He’d made some contacts by letter, had a lead on something that mattered to him but that he still felt tentative on sharing. Aelinn could live with that. He’d tell her in time, and in the meantime, she could at least spend that coveted private time with him on the road.
And now, she walked through Minrathous with him.
As far as she knew—as far as Fenris had told her over the years—while Danarius had been based out of Minrathous, he’d had a private estate quite some distance outside of the city. Still, neither she nor Fenris relished the idea that someone in the city might recognize him and try to take him into custody. Then they’d have a fight on their hands, and a mess once people realized it was a bad idea to try to take on the Champion of Kirkwall and the Blue Wraith.
Aelinn hated messes. They always got her yelled at by Aveline or Cullen or someone else who’d have to clean them up in her wake.
She couldn’t stop shooting glances at the overt displays of magic in the city, though, even in the obviously poorer districts. Right out there in the open, even though Tevinter had templars too. Glowing signs and glittering lights and displays of charms and offers of wards.
The backs of her hands itched. Overt, yes, but safe?
Mages in the open. Still poor. Still downtrodden.
And the city still tingled with an undercurrent of something...shadowy. The tang of blood on the back of her tongue. The barest hiss of whispers in the back of her mind before they flitted away.
If she had to put a name to it, the first one that came to mind was Kirkwall.
Tevinter’s glittering jewel, and it still smelled like blood and demons.
Some of the luster flaked away, and she wrinkled her nose at the feeling like she’d rather just set fire to the whole place and call it good.
Fenris caught her eye. “Like Kirkwall,” he said, his sharp eyes picking up on the shift in her attitude.
“Don’t poke too hard or you’ll break through to the rot,” she replied with a nod.
He snorted at the comparison, and turned a corner down a claustrophobic alley. She spotted a scrap of paper in his hand. One of his letters. With directions?
She smiled a little at the confidence he showed in reading it, and let her mind wander to the night before, on the ship, his voice low and warm as he read to her while she simply laid with her head in his lap.
“Here we are,” he announced, stopping so suddenly she nearly took a sword hilt to the face as she bumped into him. She glanced past him to see a nondescript nook in the street. Barrels stacked to one side, smelling faintly of old ale, a cat lounging on top as though it belonged there. A tattered awning offering some shelter from the sun and privacy from upper windows. The very strong buzz of a ham-fisted—if Aelinn’s opinion mattered—binding ward felt through the nearby wall. Graffiti of a chain broken in the mouth of a serpent.
“And here is...?” Aelinn asked, leaning her arm on Fenris’s shoulder like he was a piece of furniture. He slid smoothly out from under her weight with a roll of his eyes, but she caught his fondly exasperated smirk before he wiped it away under his usual mask of irritation.
Someone dropped from above a handful of feet away, and Aelinn jumped with a little yelp of surprise and the crackle of magic across her fingers, ready to pull on the Fade and slam their attacker face-first into the cobbles.
It took her racing nerves a moment to shut up long enough for her to hear laughing.
From Fenris.
“Oh, come off it!” she grumbled, glaring at him and swiping away the writhing tendrils of green around her hands.
“No,” he said, still laughing, his eyes bright in a way she rarely saw and treasured every time, even if it was at her expense.
Their “attacker,” another elf judging from the build, looked between the two of them in confusion.
Aelinn sighed. “Sorry for my husband’s unhelpfulness,” she said, poking at Fenris’s side and missing by a mile as he twisted out of the way, “but I think we were meeting someone here?”
“Someone with information I need.” Fenris supplied, trapping her hand in his without looking when she took another jab at him.
“Yeah, that.”
The other elf nodded, still visibly unsure about them. “We have what you need, but ask your help in return.”
Fenris muttered an oath under his breath. Aelinn nudged him with her hip. “Depends on the ask?”
“Slaves that need—”
“Done,” Aelinn and Fenris interrupted, and the other elf jumped a little at the sudden seriousness in both of their faces. They didn’t say anything else, though, just turned and gestured and Aelinn felt the snap of the rough ward nearby release. Part of the graffitied wall swung open, leading into a shadowy passage lit only by a single glowing lantern.
Aelinn threw a side-eye glance at Fenris, one brow raised. He shrugged. She laughed.
“Helping a mage?”
He grumbled and started after the other elf into the passage.
“In Tevinter?”
His grumbling grew louder.
That only made her laugh all the harder. “You bring me to some strange places, love.”
In the shadows of the passage, her fingers found his and threaded together. He let her.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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It’s that day with my fake deadline to show proof-of-writing, in order to convince my ADHD brain that writing is a “now” problem and a “someday” problem! And! @natsora was so kind as to tag me for WIP Whenever, so this is that too!
Efficiency. 💪
The Modern AU (tm) continued to command the raccoons’ attention this week, so some of that (super rough) below the cut!
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No one has heard from Rook in two days. He missed his check-in.
Neve had re-read Tarquin’s message so many times she’d lost count. It was a full twenty-four since she’d gotten it, and neither she nor Tarquin had been able to raise him. Text messages were ignored. Phone calls unanswered.
According to Tarquin, even Ashur hadn’t managed to get in touch or set eyes on Rook, despite being in Ventus as well.
It was as though he’d vanished. She wanted to chalk up the unsettled feeling in her gut to the fact he was half of their Ventus team for this job, but she knew it was more than that. Rook might be unpredictable, but if Tarquin’s reactions were anything to go by, he was usually dependable despite his chaotic nature. Three days with no contact didn’t fit the pattern of jobs he’d taken before.
Neve sat on her sofa and picked up the note Rook had handed her as he’d left; an emergency contact for maintenance issues, a friend of his, he’d said.
She doubted Gaius, whoever he was, would have much more insight than the Shadow Dragons did, but even a thin lead would be better than the nothing they had now.
She dialed and waited as the phone rang once…twice….
“Hello?” Though it was nearly noon, the male voice on the other end of the line sounded rough with sleep.
“Is this Gaius?” Neve asked.
“Why?” He sounded cautious, and she knew she had either the right man or someone who knew who she was trying to reach.
“I’m one of the tenants at 723 Villa Mercanti?” She said, intentionally pitching her voice so as to sound more confused than she felt. Just a tenant looking for the maintenance staff.
“723…right, right. Yeah, this is Gaius. Something wrong?” The switch from caution to a service worker’s politeness had been instantaneous.
“Rook mentioned he was waiting on some parts for my HVAC before he left, have those come in?” He wouldn’t know the answer of course, because there wasn’t one. Rook hadn’t made such an order, as Neve’s HVAC had been inspected less than a month before without issue.
“Uuuuh…” she heard some papers shuffling. “I don’t have anything about that here. Might have to wait until he’s back in town, I’m afraid.”
“Oh. Shoot, I…I was really counting on…have you heard from him at all?”
There was a pause on the other side of the phone that felt weighty, and Neve’s stomach sank.
“Um.” Another beat. “Not exactly, no. He’s…not available at the moment. Is it an emergency? I can come out if there a leak or something.”
“No, that’s alright. Thank you, though, Gaius.”
She was standing before the line went dead. They’d given it seventy-two hours; enough was enough. As she walked the few feet down the hall to her bedroom to begin packing, Neve dialed Rana’s phone number.
“You’ve read the Dock Town Division of the Minrathous Templars,” Rana answered.
“I need a favor,” Neve said without preamble.
Rana sighed heavily. “What kind of favor and why?”
“Need a quick geolocation for a phone. Nothing too bad,” Neve said, the beginning of relief pressing on her tight shoulders. Once Rana asked what a favor was, she usually ended up agreeing to it. “I’m looking for someone.”
“Incredibly descriptive,” Rana said, unimpressed. “And when I’m asked why I’m using Templar resources for this?”
“You’re investigating an illegal slave importation report.”
It was a partially honest answer. That was, after all, what Rook and Ashur had been looking into. But it would also catch Rana’s attention, and at the moment that was Neve’s primary calculus.
“The time to pass that on to me was as soon as you heard about it, Neve,” Rana grumbled. Neve heard the click-clacking of a keyboard. “What’s the phone number?”
Neve read out Rook’s cell phone number and waited. While Rana breathed softly on the other end of the line as they waited for the cellular company’s towers to lock on to the magical signature of Rook’s phone, Neve pulled out a duffel bag and began filling it.
“Ventus Veterans’ Healing Center,” Rana read off.
Venhedis.
“Thanks, R—”
“You’re not going there, Neve, are you?” She was worse than a mother sometimes. And it could be sweet, but Neve wasn’t in the mood. She zipped her bag.
“I appreciate the help.” She hung up the phone.
Neve sent a quick message to Tarquin, letting him know what she’d found out and where she was going, before heading outside and locking the door behind her.
It’s that time of the week, where we get to feast on the offerings provided by wonderful folks for Sharing Sunday!
This week, we have Mirisellath, Calvarvhenas (Blades of our Love, Crown for our Home), an epic fic by @iamsuperconfused written for the Dragon Age Big Bang and featuring some of my favorite tropes (not to mention hitting on one of my personal interests, Thedosian opera).
From the summary: “Bellara Lutare and Andarateia Cantori have found comfort and fun in each other's arms, but as their feelings deepened so did the webs of political machinations surrounding the two. They find themselves having to officialize their affair in the name of nations and rebuilding in a post-blight Thedas, instead of in their own name. Together they navigate their existing relationships, obligations to their nations and the struggles that comes with trying to change the world.”
Note: rated E, archive warning for MCD
Thanks so much for sharing with us this week, and providing something to really sink our teeth into as we head into the new week!
Happy Sunday, all! I hope you’re staying cool, drinking your water, and living your best lives!
It’s that time of the week, where we get to feast on the offerings provided by wonderful folks for Sharing Sunday!
This week, we have Mirisellath, Calvarvhenas (Blades of our Love, Crown for our Home), an epic fic by @iamsuperconfused written for the Dragon Age Big Bang and featuring some of my favorite tropes (not to mention hitting on one of my personal interests, Thedosian opera).
From the summary: “Bellara Lutare and Andarateia Cantori have found comfort and fun in each other's arms, but as their feelings deepened so did the webs of political machinations surrounding the two. They find themselves having to officialize their affair in the name of nations and rebuilding in a post-blight Thedas, instead of in their own name. Together they navigate their existing relationships, obligations to their nations and the struggles that comes with trying to change the world.”
Note: rated E, archive warning for MCD
Thanks so much for sharing with us this week, and providing something to really sink our teeth into as we head into the new week!
Happy Sunday, all! I hope you’re staying cool, drinking your water, and living your best lives!
It’s that time of the week, where we get to feast on the offerings provided by wonderful folks for Sharing Sunday!
This week, we have Mirisellath, Calvarvhenas (Blades of our Love, Crown for our Home), an epic fic by @iamsuperconfused written for the Dragon Age Big Bang and featuring some of my favorite tropes (not to mention hitting on one of my personal interests, Thedosian opera).
From the summary: “Bellara Lutare and Andarateia Cantori have found comfort and fun in each other's arms, but as their feelings deepened so did the webs of political machinations surrounding the two. They find themselves having to officialize their affair in the name of nations and rebuilding in a post-blight Thedas, instead of in their own name. Together they navigate their existing relationships, obligations to their nations and the struggles that comes with trying to change the world.”
Note: rated E, archive warning for MCD
Thanks so much for sharing with us this week, and providing something to really sink our teeth into as we head into the new week!
Happy Sunday, all! I hope you’re staying cool, drinking your water, and living your best lives!
