Final version of the art drawn to accompany @caedharlowe's fic for DABB2025: To Call a Thing Falsely
I uploaded the full timelapse here
(it's about an hour long, yeesh)
If you wanna see what 35hrs+ look like condensed down into 1 minute, that's heeeere
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HEYYYYY ITS TIME FOR DRAGON AGE BIGBANG OMG my first one of these kind of events ever <3 i got to illustrate for @themontess 's fic, Dungeons and Darkspawn! (just in time for davrin week as well! woo!!!)
you should all go read it and leave kudos and comments!! Fic link here!
and my art for the fic! give it up for champagne foam based homoeroticism
Dragon Age Big Bang 2025 - When the World Caves In
One of my two participation of the Dragon Age Big Bang of this year, organized by @dragonagebigbang.
As a part of my collaboration with @/FallingInViolets on AO3, I drew her inquisitor aka Hawke receiving news from peoples she knew and sadly, one isn't a good one.
You can find When the World Caves In here.
It was very nice to work with the whole DABB team and FallinginViolets. Very excited for the next edition >w<
Ozol Adaar learned, many years ago, as he ran through the jungle arm in arm with his saarebas, that leaving the Qunari behind doesn’t make one a savage. Nor does it mean abandoning the poetry of the Qun. Now, with the dreadnaught left to wash up on a rocky shoreline, he resolves to teach the Iron Bull the same lesson.
On the First Day, We Name Ourselves
Long ago, the Ashkaari lived in a great city by the sea. Wealth and prosperity shone upon the city like sunlight, and still its people grumbled in discontent. The Ashkaari walked the streets of his home and saw that all around him were the signs of genius: triumphs of architecture, artistic masterpieces, the palaces of wealthy merchants, libraries, and concert halls. But he also saw signs of misery: the poor, sick, lost, frightened, and the hopeless. And the Ashkaari asked himself, “How can one people be both wise and ignorant, great and ruined, triumphant and despairing?”
—An excerpt from The Qun, Canto 1
Read on Archive of Our Own Here!
Report from Lieutenant Cremisius Aclassi
To the slackers pissing away time in the Hinterlands:
Long time no see, boys. Maker willing, this letter finds you faster than you find the end to your assignment. Got some updates for you.
The Chief isn’t Qunari anymore. Not in the sense that he shaved his horns and started wearing a shirt, but in the sense that he’s “tal-vashoth.” You know, same kind as the ones he was fighting up in Seheron. Ones he said were all insane and savage and what have you. Turns out that was all Bull-shit. Or, at least, seems to be so far. Maybe the madness’ll start to kick in next Tuesday. He hasn’t put out the formal announcement yet, but it’s not hard to tell with the way the Qunari agent, Gatt, disappeared by the time we made it back to the Chief. He should’ve been there.
The Herald’s a tal-vashoth, too. I know you haven’t met him yet, but he’s good. So good that he hurts to look at, sometimes. You know those Chantry brothers that can just look at you and make you want to vomit up every stupid thing you’ve ever done or said? That. That’s what he’s like. And the big, grey bastard would probably hold your hair and pat your back while you were hunched over the bucket. If that’s what a tal-vashoth is actually like, I’m not worried about the Chief. He’s in good hands. And some really big ones at that, ones actually fit to hold his fat ass.
Probably important to mention what happened. We were on track to secure an alliance with the Qunari—the proper Qunari, not the Herald, the ones who’d spear me without thinking as soon as they realized I was a Vint—and the position we were holding was royally fucked. More Venatori than we thought were making their way up the beach, and if we kept trying to hold them off, keep them from attacking that stupidly large Qunari warship, we’d be dead if the Chief didn’t run in and save us. But the Chargers aren’t cowards. Void take me, I’d rather die than run. Not doing that again. Maker knows that there wouldn’t be another Chief to swoop in and save me the next time I ran.
And then that damn horn sounded. Cut right through the storm like some- Damn it, I’ve been spending too much time around the Herald, trying to talk all poetic. He’s a loon about poetry, by the way. Not sure if I’ve mentioned that yet. Shit, now that I’m writing, I’m wondering if maybe the Venatori got in a knock or two. Rattled my brain around something so fierce that I can’t even remember the blow.
As it goes: Chief is tal-vashoth. Herald’s been tal-vashoth. I think we nearly died. Writing this in the tent while the Chief and the Herald sit in the rain. I don’t know what they’re talking about. Rocky is snoring and the rain is hitting the tent and the candle is low and they’re not even talking anymore. They’re just quiet and that’s the worst part. The Chief should be joking and telling everyone to quit worrying but he’s not. Not really. He was laughing and joking and being the Chief the whole walk to this shit camp, but there was something off. Chief, if you’re reading this, if you’re still a snitch and a snoop even after you’re tal-vashoth, fuck the rest of them. All the Qunari. If one sunk ship’s enough to disown you, they don’t know how much you’re really worth. At least five, I’d say. Maybe more.
Chief’s a free agent now. Still our Chief. Hoping that the Herald being grey’s a good sign. It’s still fucking raining.
Its been great working on things for the Dragon Age Big Bang! It was wonderful working with @sailor-marx for this and his wonderful fic, which you can read here:
If anyone is interested here is a few secrets/extras from wine&poppy
A couple things about Cesare:
He's a strong swimmer and enjoys fishing and bow hunting
Though he is strictly homosexual he flirts with all genders as friendly banter or as part of his job
He reads romance novels about fictional Crows (or other assassin romance novels) and keeps an elaborate shipping chart. I imagine Varric promised that if Cesare rescued him he would write a gratuitous assassin romance novel for him (with puppets)
He has a reputation for being sweet & stupid which people find either endearing or annoying, or both. If he was actually stupid he would not be alive but he likes being the dumb baby
The Chantry sold him to the Crows for the price of 1 candle around age 4. He got his stuffed lamb Celestine from the Chantry orphanage and brought his toy with him
His original in-game name was The Cookie and he was even more pink
The crepe was poisoned
Swans:
Swans come up a couple times. Cesare is the ugly duckling and also Odette from Swan Lake.
Cesare's appearance is inspired by Odette. His outfit has white feathers, and his horns resemble the headpieces worn in the ballet.
Von rothbart (the owner of the warehouse) is the wizard who curses Odette in swan lake. In the ballet, the prince is tricked into marrying the black swan because she looks like Odette, which would have happened in Lucanis's dream if Spite hadn't taken his place.
The dream section:
It's supposed to seem like Cesare and Viago's dream was praise and power, but it was actually Viago being able to make meaningful change in Antiva, and Cesare's dream was absolution through dying. There was originally a conflict where they confronted each other about the dream, but it didn't fit in the end.
Lucanis's dream was straightforward, he would have had a normal life and a normal family (if it had worked).
Teia's dream was a little different because the demon was frustrated by how hard she was to manipulate, so it gave her a nightmare instead, where the Crows were being eradicated and all her friends were dead. In this version of events, she had become a much more spiteful and dangerous person because she had been alone for so long and was the last living Talon trying to lead whoever was left.
While Cesare believes the Inquisition was paying the Crows for his help it was actually Josephine's own money. Leliana had her agents investigate Cesare's background and discovered that his mother was Josephine's cousin. When Josephine found out about this, she was upset that he was kept secret from the rest of the family when they could have provided for him. She invited him to Antiva City and overpaid for the contract so she could see how he was doing, understanding that he probably wanted nothing to do with them and might not know who his parents were.
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