#kremweek2024

[etruski]

Krem week day 5 — Respite / Fight

[pancakesprince]

Krem Week 2024 - @aclassitag Day 2: Euphoria

based on that heatstroke trend over on bird app

[aclassitag]

Announcing Krem Week!

#kremweek2024 — 22-28 July 2024

background art credit: @xfreischutz [link to original post]

*text prompt list under the readmore

This year will mark 10 years since the release of Dragon Age: Inquisition! In celebration of that anniversary and the game that gave us our first trans character, here is a prompt list - and dates - for any who would like to participate! All sorts of creative content is accepted so long as they are not A/I generated. (See examples below)

*If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead, that is also fine!

Please read the guidelines!

If you have any questions, reply to this post and I will do my best to answer :)

Prompt list:

1 — Anniversary 2 — Euphoria / Expression 3 — Casual / Formal 4 — Family / Love 5 — Respite / Fight 6 — Play / Satiate 7 — (Free space!)

Guidelines:

Use the tag: #kremweek2024 (@ this blog is fine too) — If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead of Krem, that is also welcome! Please @ me so I can rb :) For non-Tumblr folks that somehow got here: You may post submissions, please link your socials. You may choose one of two prompts in a day or do both. You may also combine as many prompts as you want from any or all of the days into a single work, just mention it somewhere.

Types of content allowed:

Illustration and writing are the most obvious forms of art allowed, but they're not the only ones! Literary arts fanfics, drabbles, poetry, plays, lengthy headcanon/meta posts (for headcanon and meta posts, minimum of 100 words+) Visual arts doodles, paintings, graphic design, photoshop memes, photography, animation, tiktok skits, abstract, fiber arts (embroidery, knitting, etc), ceramics Audio art fanmixes(curated playlists), original or cover songs Other crafts are also welcome! e.g. culinary, resin, woodworking, etc etc ..essentially, whatever type of art it is, I'll accept it so long as it falls within rules and is related to Krem or Maevaris :) For things that are more abstract, do include an explanation of your thought process on how it relates to Krem. E.g. you made Krem's Seheron Fish Wrap or Rice Pudding, take photos of your cooking, and post that (with the explanation that it is Krem's recipes) - that's an acceptable submission! You're allowed to explore different mediums everyday! You don't have to stick to one form of art for the whole week. I will be attempting to schedule reblogs in the 'prime time' for engagement, and in the interest of fairness, things like headcanon posts, fanmixes, and WIPs will not take priority in that time slot over fully rendered illustrations or complete fanfics. They will still be reblogged, but scheduled for other time slots.

Content Rules:

No A/I generated content. (Specifically GenAI content) As above, any and all forms of art is welcome. It must be human made, and by you. The whole point of working off a prompt is to explore a creative process, anyway - do yourself a favour and just enjoy making something! It doesn't have to be pretty! No reposting of other people's works. This must be your own creation. Obviously, no transphobic content. No harrassing others over their specific headcanons - be it in regards to any trait or quirks that come with being a person. People come in all sorts of wonderful variety, please respect that. In addition to above: No whitewashing, racism etc. Please note that Krem is not pale-skinned in canon, and I will not be reblogging content of him being portrayed as pale. 18+ works need to be labelled. On this blog, its tagged as "#adult art". Please add content warnings as appropriate. (E.g. portrayal of binding with bandages should have a warning label of "cw: unsafe binding", etc.) If your post/submission is lengthy, please insert a read more. This helps readability on the dashboard. Progress / WIPs are fine too!

General tips:

First and foremost, do what you are able to! Don't feel pressured to complete a full week if you need to take care of yourself first. Some people work on the prompts before the week even begins, and only post it day of. You are not required to do this, but if you really want to fill something for each day, this helps reduce stress day of.

Mod things:

The mod isn't from the Americas, so due to timezone differences, there may be a delay in reblogging people's works. Either way I will not reblog the moment that it's posted in order to screen properly. Posts will be queued between 30mins-1hr apart, if there are multiple entries being submitted at the same time. All submissions will also be requeued after a week for later perusal :)

[lasatfat]

An In-Tents Situation

also on AO3

Krem’s tent has a hole in it.

That would be annoying by itself. He’d been meaning to get a new one for a while, but he’d put it off, thinking it would last him a little bit longer. Apparently, that little bit has come to an end. However, that annoyance is compounded by the fact he now has to share.

The Chief offers, and with the biggest tent, it makes sense to share with him. Krem loves him, in a way you can only love someone who saves your life, someone who gives you a home. The Iron Bull has been great, never once questioned who Krem is or how he’d like to be known. But to sleep next to him would require removing his binder.

Perhaps he senses Krem’s apprehension, because the Chief claps him on the back. “Come on, Krem Puff, it’s not like we haven’t slept together before.”

Krem wracks his brain for that memory. If he’d screwed the Chief, he would remember it, surely. It doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that you’d forget. Unless…oh, for goodness’ sake.

“We haven’t slept together,” he argues. He pulls his shirt up and over his head. “You passed out on me because you’d just taken a flail to the face!”

The Chief laughs, in the way that indicates he’s come up with a particularly terrible joke. “Yeah, you could say they…they landed a bullseye.”

Well, at least that’s not an original one, though it is, evidently, a knee-slapper – Bull lands a particularly loud one on his good knee as he rocks with mirth on his bedroll.

“You said that at the time, too,” Krem replies, with a smirk.

“Oh. Shit,” Bull says, obviously disappointed. “I’m still missing some chunks from that day.”

Well, Krem has removed everything else, even his breeches. He braces himself, and starts to unlace the binder.

A loud snore startles him so badly his head grazes the canvas roof. The relief in the aftermath is twofold: he doesn’t have to undress in front of the Chief, and he isn’t about to be mauled by a bear. He finishes undressing, and crawls into his own bedroll, set as always on the Iron Bull’s blind side.

He’ll later put it down to the relief that he overlooked an obvious detail.

The Iron Bull doesn’t snore.

[rexinasuperomnes]

Krem Week Day 4: Family/Love

Rating: T Warnings: Transphobia Relationships: Cremisius Aclassi/Cole Characters: Cremisius Aclassi, Cole Additional Tags: Transphobic parent, flashbacks, body dysphoria, coming out gone wrong, pre-relationship Word Count: 256

“Love isn’t enough. She loved you, but not you. She thought the becoming was suffering. You became better, but she couldn’t see that.”

Krem jumped as Cole appeared beside him in the sparring ring. “Maker’s tits, Cole.”

“Your hurt is stronger today. Why?” Cole’s haunting blue eyes brought all of the feelings he’d been trying to avoid closer to the surface.

Krem looked away. “It’s not important.”

“Got up early to make a cake, put on my best dress so she can pretend I’m still her little girl. Happy Birthday, mom!”

Krem suddenly felt 12 years old again, remembering that particular day, not long after he had told his parents he didn’t feel like a girl. His mother sat quietly while his father nodded. ‘Why would you hurt yourself like this? Did we hurt you somehow, did we do something wrong?’

“Hope turned to shame. It still slips in where the armor doesn’t sit right, but it isn’t wrong. You aren’t wrong.”

“Cole-”

The strange man reached out and took Krem’s hand in his. “You aren’t wrong. You’re you.” Cole hesitated for a moment. “You’re handsome, made beautiful because of your strength.”

Krem saw Cole’s pale face blush and smiled. “Thanks.” He pulled him into a hug. “You know, you aren’t wrong, either.”

Cole’s breath blew across Krem’s ear. “I’m me and you’re you.” Before Krem could say anything, he felt a kiss on his cheek and then Cole vanished. He touched his face where Cole’s lips had touched and smiled.

“I’m me and you’re you.”

[broodwoof]

KremWeek2024, Day 1—Anniversary

Yesterday was the one-year anniversary of the Chargers having become part of the Inquisition, and Krem had missed it entirely. Not that it really mattered… it wasn’t as if they’d be celebrating or anything, it was just strange to be part of a single group for a whole year. He’d felt a little off all day yesterday but had never been able to place why; it was only waking up today that it all clicked into place.

One whole year.

The last time he’d been part of an organization for this long was the army. It’d been alright—he got along decently with those he fought beside, and there were aspects of it he’d enjoyed. The structure, the predictability. But he’d spent the whole time in hiding, secreting away a part of himself. When it all came to light he’d run because what else could he do? Face off against the entire Imperium and demand his position in the army? No. There was no chance he’d have won that fight.

He’d been on his own for a bit before meeting The Iron Bull. How many years had it been since that? For all the shit Krem gave him, Bull was pretty amazing. Ridiculous, but amazing. Losing an eye taking a blow meant for him? Meant for a stranger? Who else would do that?

The Inquisition was pretty amazing, too. A little intimidating, even from the inside, and sometimes he wondered how scary they must look from the outside. But still, it was work he was proud to be doing, even though Bull gave him a hard time about all the demons.

To be fair, there have been a lot of demons.

So many demons.

Yeah... maybe best not to mention it to Bull after all. A year of demons. Still, he was glad to be here, and as he got ready for the day he found himself wondering how much longer the Chargers would be part of the Inquisition. Or rather, how much longer the Inquisition would be around. Unlike the army, this was a group he'd miss being a part of.

[jazzmckay]

Oasis on ao3

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi & Bull's Chargers Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Swimming, Slice of Life, Canon Trans Character Summary:

The journey through the Western Approach is gruelling, but there are pockets of respite to be found.

written for krem week 2024, day 5: respite/fight

Sweat trickles down Krem’s nape, getting caught in the back of his armour. It’s sweltering within his gear, the metal of his breastplate likely scorching to the touch, heated by the sunlight that also reflects off the stretches of sand and rock around them, glaring and stinging. Krem’s breath shudders with exertion as he lifts his maul into a swing, throwing a Venatori soldier straight off his feet. At least the sight of the Tevinter extremist getting knocked on his ass offers a bit of satisfaction to ease the discomfort of the desert sun bearing down from above.

A trap of Rocky’s springs ahead as a couple more Venatori charge towards them. The metal contraption sounds like clashing razors, and sends a cloud of sand into the air along with a splash of blood from the man who triggered it. The man screeches, then goes silent when Skinner flickers through the dust cloud, cutting him off with a dagger through the throat.

Krem hefts his maul again, smashing it down into his own target, who is still scrambling to get back on his feet. To Krem’s right, Grim slashes through another with his sword, and somewhere further away, he hears the crack of pinpointed lightning strike the spellbinder working in the back of the Venatori squadron.

It isn’t long before the fight is over, leaving the Chargers standing victorious upon the sand dune, the bodies of their foes lying around them. Krem tugs a gauntlet off so he can drag the back of his hand across his forehead, mopping the sweat away and shaking droplets off onto the ground.

“Good work, Chargers,” he calls to the group as brightly as he can muster, even though the heat and the fight have sapped him of his energy.

The chatter has been minimal for the last couple hours, none of them feeling very upbeat anymore, but they’ve been fighting well, and Krem wants to be sure they know it. Dalish leans heavily on her staff, Grim’s cheeks are flushed with a burn, and Skinner has crouched low in a rest pose, a hand up to shield her eyes from the sunlight. They’ve had a long day of fighting their way across the Western Approach, heading towards Adamant Fortress. The Chief is still back at Skyhold, or maybe on the way to Halamshiral if he’ll be attending the Empress’ peace talks masquerading as a ball. In his absence, Krem has been leading the Chargers.

He decides they’re in need of a break. When it isn’t the Venatori, it’s varghests, and if it isn’t varghests, it’s darkspawn. No matter which opponents they face, the desert sun has been beating down on them to add an extra challenge.

To their south, the dunes trail down towards a ravine where they should be able to find some shade, maybe even a cave to set up inside.

“Let’s find a good place to camp.”

“Thank the ancestors,” Rocky says with a groan.

A murmur of exhausted but wholehearted agreement passes through the group. Together, they move across the sand and rock, their progress much slower than it was at the start of the day. At the ravine, there are some ladders and planks descending downwards, which they take single-file. Skinner darts ahead to scout the way while they follow carefully, and when she returns only a couple minutes later, she has a rare grin on her face.

“There’s a lake,” she says. “Mostly hidden from the sun, too.”

Behind Krem, Stitches lets out a light laugh. “Thank Rocky’s ancestors.”

With a bit more pep in their tired forms, they continue onward, following Skinner along a stone plateau, then into a cave opening that carves down through the ravine wall towards the basin below.

Sure enough, it opens up to a lake bordered with desert trees and blood lotus growing in the shallows. Sunlight glints off the surface of the water where it can reach straight down through the ravine, but half of it is already beyond the sun’s reach, shadowed and inviting. A little oasis tucked within the otherwise unforgiving Approach.

Relief sinks into Krem’s worn muscles.

The Chargers all hurry to set their packs and weapons in the mouth of the cave, then scramble out of their gear. It might be the quickest they’ve ever made camp; Grim starts putting together supper while everyone else gets their bedrolls set up so they won’t have to worry about it later, and then it’s only a matter of time before everyone is hurrying for the water.

“Grenade!” Rocky hollers as he takes a running leap for the deep center of the lake, sending a great splash of water all around him.

Skinner stands under the torrent, her face tilted up and arms spread wide, taking the rush of water gladly.

Dalish pulls her woollen bodice straight over her head and tosses it away, baring her chest for all to see before jumping into the water with a joyful cry.

More sedately, Krem does the same. He unbuttons the collar of his undershirt, then pulls it off, throwing it back towards the camp as he continues into the water. He feels no discomfort with the scars on his chest when he rests back in the water’s shallows, watching the others splash about around him. The Chargers have seen a lot of each other’s bodies through the years of fighting and camping alongside each other, and a couple have even been around long enough that they saw him bare before he had the scars at all. They’ve only ever made Krem feel accepted.

The day’s struggle washes away in the oasis’ gentle waters. Krem draws his hands up his arms and around his shoulders, sweeping away sand, dirt, and sweat. After the day they’ve had, it feels heavenly.

More than that, it brings a smile to his face to watch the others enjoying this respite as well. Dalish is drawing her fingers across the top of the water to leave little designs of ice in their wake, and Grim is floating along on his back, eyes closed in relaxation. Stitches, like Krem, is focused on washing the grime of the day off his skin, running wet hands over his short-cropped hair. Skinner and Rocky seem to be having a contest to see which of them can hold their breath under the water for the longest.

The glaring sun finally begins to fade as the day winds down, leaving the lake even cooler, darker at the depths. Feeling refreshed, Krem pushes forward through the water, kicking against sand and rock to propel himself towards the others, seeking to join them for this brief time they have together. Moments like these aren’t to be taken for granted, he knows; tomorrow will be another day of scorching sun and dangerous enemies, but unwinding with the Chargers is always more than worth the battles they face.

As he draws nearer, Dalish glances at him with a mischievous grin on her face and sends a splash of water his way.

Krem grins back as he pauses to lift an arm, shielding his face. “Are you sure this is a fight you want to start?”

“I think it’s already started; what are you going to do about it?” Dalish replies, sweeping her hand through the water to launch another attack.

Taking in a deep breath, Krem ducks down into the lake to evade the splash, and swims forward to catch her around the middle, hearing her muffled shriek and ensuing laughter through the water.

The others are quick to throw themselves into the playful fray, turning it into perfect chaos, their earlier exhaustion all but forgotten.

[elvhenprince]

Written for Krem week, Day 4: Family/Love Characters: Krem's dad*, Krem, Dorian Pairings: Krem x Dorian Word count: 484 Summary: "Thank you for making my son happy." *Gave Krem's dad a name, it is non canonical

Whatever Gaius Aclassi thought he might have expected, being approached one day by a servant of House Pavus- it certainly… wasn't whatever this was.

Aclassi was not only bought out of servus publicus, his own freedom was completely paid for. In the eyes of the law, he was a soporati again. Of course, there must be some catch to this turn of events - a lifelong expectation of eternal loyalty and servitude. A different cage than his old shackles.

At least, that was what he expected. It had been a month since he was hired- freed- but he had no tasks other than to focus on recovering from what hard years of labour had done to his body. Every time he picked up a rag to start wiping, the other much younger servants would immediately see to whatever it was that needed cleaning instead, and so he was left with nothing to do at all.

He was fed well, had healers attending to him, and even a room to his own in this spare mansion belonging to Magister Pavus- and it left him completely dumbfounded, until one day the magister himself finally showed up to the mansion, his arm looped into the soldier's own by his side. 

He would know that gait and face, even if the years had changed so much. 

The soldier was none other than his child- whose eyes widened in recognition when they met his own.

“Ah,” Magister Pavus cleared his throat. “Messere Aclassi, I am Dorian Pavus, and this is Cremisius.”

Shell-shocked as he was, Gaius Aclassi almost fell, but his son immediately stepped forward to hold him up in support. As if he weighed nothing at all- perhaps that was true anyway, with how the years had been harsh on him, but there was so much strength that his son had. Cremisius. A new name, one that he was glad to have the chance to learn.

“Cremisius,” Gaius rasped, voice distorted from lack of use. 

“Krem,” his son said, voice cracking as well. “You can call me Krem.”

It was only later, after much tears were had, that he learned about his son's life- once a soldier in the army, then becoming a fugitive of the state, a talented mercenary and now a magister's lover. How he met Lord Pavus under the Inquisition, working as a proud member of an elite mercenary group.

“Lord Pavus-”

“Oh, please, just Dorian will do,” Dorian immediately cut in, clearly discomfited by being addressed as such. Krem scoffed, but made no comment.

“Dorian. Thank you.”

“There's really no need-”

Gaius shook his head, then took one of Dorian's hands in his.

“Thank you for making my son happy.”

“Oh,” Dorian breathed, looking into Krem’s eyes, and finding whatever it was he sought in them. “But of course.” ‘He makes me happy too,’ was left unsaid, but Gaius could see it, clear as day.