#midnightprelude

[shouldaspunastory]

For @midnightprelude and @dadrunkwriting

June Lavellan & Dorian Pavus (SFW, pre-relationship, Hurt & Comfort) 531 words

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"If It's a trap, we escape and kill everyone. You're good at that."

June watches the scene unfolding before him, feeling his stomach drop as Dorian identifies the man that walks out of the shadows of the tavern as his father. Definitely a trap, then, the elf thinks with a frown. Though, killing Halward Pavus might prove something Dorian would regret later.

"I apologize for the deception, Inquisitor, I never intended for you to be involved," Halward says addressing June. June nods.

"And I had no intention of lying to your son." Dorian glances back at him briefly, an undiscernible expression crossing his face, before his gaze and attention snaps back to his father.

"This is how it has always been," Halward sighs, glancing passed Dorian to where June still stands by the door. The magister seems to be looking for an ally, someone to cosign this sentiment that Dorian is somehow difficult, unyielding, as if the altus is still a child, and Halward is somehow to be pitied. He doesn't find one, though, as June continues to frown, his gaze and his concern reserved for Dorian. June may not know the particulars of why, but even he can tell from the way Dorian talks about him, and the fact that the normally chatty mage says so little, chooses his words so carefully, that whatever wounds his father caused run deep.

"You tried to change me."

Dorian's voice breaks, and June's heart breaks with it. The elf has never been anything less than awkward when it comes to physical touch with most people, but June cannot recall the last time he wanted to hug someone this badly, to make his body a wall, a kind of shield between Dorian and his father.

"You wanted the best for you. For your fucking legacy. Anything for that," Dorian counters bitterly as Halward tries to argue that his actions had been in the best interest of his son. June never knew his father, he died before he was born. His relationship with his mother had always been a strong, good and supportive one. But June imagines that it must be difficult, with all the pressure of expectations society and cultures tend to put on family being the end all be all, to stand up to a parent like this, regardless of how bad the hurt, or how much in the wrong one's parents might be. It's hardly the time to say so, but June feels... proud of his friend for sticking up for himself.

He makes his way to stand beside him as Dorian leans against the nearby table turning his back on Halward.

"He's your father, Dorian. What and how much that means, I wouldn't presume to tell you. I'm here for you, not him," June offers quietly. "Whatever you choose, I'll support you." Dorian's eyes are wide for a moment, as though he expected something different, though what that might have been exactly, June doesn't know. Finally, Dorian nods, a fleeting twitch of a rueful smile from behind his mustache as he looks at the elf.

"Let's just go," Dorian says softly. June nods, walking out beside him without a backward glance.

[fiharri]

the empress: passion, ferocity, fertility;

“You cannot do this!”

possible AUs/settings/ideas: motherhood, protectiveness, villain au  

For Cassandra and m!Inquisitor?

Ooh I really like this one. The Inquisitor for this is Kenton, warrior and he/him.

"You cannot do this!" Cassandra held her sword out to block the door. "I won't allow it."

"Let me through, Cassandra. I need to see him."

Behind the door were the cells of Skyhold. Not many would stop the Inquisitor from going through, but Cassandra was one of a few who had the privilege.

She steeled herself against his intense gaze. "We both know he is not the man you once knew. I will not allow you to be swayed by someone who was willing to destroy you."

"He's my brother, and I have a right to see him. You have no right to stop me."

"This is for your own protection, Inquisitor." Cassandra planted herself in the center of the doorway, sword tip jammed into the ground before her.

"You won't even call me my name when we're alone?" If the look of hurt on his face was genuine, then Cassandra's own heart was in danger. "At least have the decency to face me."

"Kenton," Cassandra said, trying to plead her case, "He was responsible for the destruction of the Ostwick Circle, and he attempted to break our defenses here. He is a terrorist apostate, and he will not hesitate to behead the Inquisition."

"He's my brother. I've known him longer than I've known anyone in this world." Kenton stepped closer to her, and he reached out to touch her cheek with one hand. She could not permit herself to recoil.

"You will regret this."

"You will be there to protect me, won't you?"

And, despite everything, Kenton pulled her in and kissed her forehead. Then, without even seeming to try, he shifted her to the side, and entered the dungeon.

"By the Maker," she swore, and she followed him in to see Maxwell.

[oftachancer]

Thank you, @maxkennedy24, for this incredible portrait of Anders, Karl Thekla, and Cecily Hawke, from Aisles of Memory and Regret!

Also reposting for the fans of @tranquilweek!

[nancythepirate]

A little sketch of Emmrich from @midnightprelude and @oftachancer’s fic I Harvest Beauty Where it Grows (if you want more Dorian and Emmrich go read it, it’s really good). The moment I read the first chapter, I knew I have to draw him with his parasol and sunglases.

[perlen-gold]

WIP Wednesday

🥰 Reviving the ancient and time-honored tradition of "WIP Wednesday" tonight!

✨Tagging @saintstars @gracefallingart @gauntletgirlie @melkor-did-nothing-wrong @sauron-kraut @althanair @privatebooth @just-an-elf-with-the-socks @trash-ainu @winds-of-zephyr416 @barbex @midnightprelude @aidanthecryptid @spaaacecarrots @teine-mallaichte @pinkfadespirit @spicywarl0ck @kaerwrites and @glowing-blue-feathermage ✨

...and everyone else who wants to play! ✨

💜As always, NO pressure and, since it's quite late already, NO need to play today, just play tomorrow or next Wednesday!

❤️ Tonight, I'm sharing a little Angbang WIP ❤️

It was not what I had intended for him when I called him to my side. I say I called him, and it amuses him greatly, you see. Like the master hunter calling the bird of prey to return upon his outflung arm. In truth, I did call him for him. What came to me was not he but an answering cry, like birds in high-arching flight screeching and hunting for and finding one another.

[merrybandofmurderers]

last lines

tagged by @mrs-theirin to share the last lines i wrote. this is from the demon POV part of the pavellan fic

But there is anguish in their voice, and Desire breathes it in. Oh, Lavellan has wanted this so badly.

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[dadrunkwriting]

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[lethendralis-paints]

A patron reward sketch for @midnightprelude of her DnD character Orkos. A minotaur fighter who likes to play a lyre in his free time.

You can support me on Patreon and get drawing rewards and merch too!

[johaerys-writes]

WIP ask game

I was tagged by @baejax-the-great to do this, thanks pal!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I've got a ton of random WIPs right now so let's see what we have... mostly it's patrochilles with a couple original pieces I've been working on:

1. BBB

2. monsterhunting blues

3. WMD

4. Victorian Patrochilles

5. Modern a/b/o

6. cockwarming

7. pyrrha worship

8. Disasters sequel

9. BBB prequel

10. Pleasure slave au

tagging forth to: @midnightprelude @hekateinhell @monstersinthecosmos @cordelia---rose @aristi-achaion @tragediegh @starlightvld @vimlos @supernova3space @maxdurden and anyone else who wants to do this!

[midnightprelude]

I Harvest Beauty Where It Grows: Chapter 3

An Emmrich Volkarin x Dorian Pavus fanfiction by @oftachancer and @midnightprelude.

Called upon by the Minrathous Circle of Magi to investigate walking dead in the catacombs alongside a budding young necromancer, Emmrich Volkarin discovers both the source of the unrest and a lifelong companion among the living.

Word count: 25K

Rating: E for Act 1, T for Act 2

Posting Schedule: Approx. every Saturday

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Follow #ihbwig (or me) for more updates! (Posting got weird because of the holidays, but we're back, baby!)

“‘ Enchanting’ he says,” Dorian’s smile widened, eyes glinting with amusement. “Professor, if I didn’t know any better, I might think you were flirting with me.”

Emmrich saw himself suddenly from Dorian’s perspective. On his knees, fondling the man’s leg and admiring him. What outrageous behavior. What untoward advantage-taking of someone so young and recently wounded, physically and emotionally. He felt his ears flame as he sat back. “My apologies. I… It was not my intention to put you at any unease.”

“Is that what I am?” Dorian wondered. “Uneasy?”

Well… no. He didn’t seem that way. He seemed… to have such a very lovely smile. He seemed to smell of foreign spices and honeyed liqueurs and the tang of ozone. Emmrich cleared his throat as it tightened. “…are you?”

[uchidachi]

Rules: Without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favourite films, then tag ten people to do the same!

I was tagged by multiple ppl to do this, so let’s gooo!

Now I shall tag:

@queenoftheimps @queenzayy234 @hoskie @fanfoolishness @keeper-of-the-flames @deepsteaksnine @storybookhawke @rowanisawriter @theladyscribe @midnightprelude

[theoasiswinds]

Commission for the lovely @midnightprelude

[storybookhawke]

FIRST LINE CHALLENGE

I was tagged by @barbex to post a first line, thank you!

As with all things, I will use my first line of my Handers War AU prequel WIP.

Anders has never seen the Frostback Mountains, not until the coal train that wound through their deep valleys took him there.

I'm tagging: @dalish-rogue @hollyand-writes @midnightprelude @sulky-valkyrie

[oftachancer]

It’s launch day! That means you can read Spirits and Sunflowers 🌻 today. This book — written by myself and @midnightprelude — tells the story of a grieving necromancer, a grumpy, protective single father, and the way they change each others’ lives for the better.

Spirits and Sunflowers is the first in the multipart series Maligned Magic. Each book explores a world where magic is real and tightly regulated by an organization called the International Arcane Order through the eyes of a different couple, each with their own personal struggles.

You can buy our debut novel on Amazon here. You can also read it for free on Kindle Unlimited. Reviews are welcome and encouraged, as this helps other people find us. Thank you for your support! 🏳️‍🌈

The amazing cover art was created by the one and only, immensely gifted @lethendralis-paints. The busts over the cover were the work of @kf1n3. Giant thanks to both incredible artists for bringing our boys to life.

You can find us on Instagram @austindanielwrites and @adarmisteadwrites.

[perlen-gold]

Seven Sentence Wednesday Friday

<333 Thank you so much for the tag @teine-mallaichte 💜💕 I just love getting tagged x3

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It was like a game, a secret between us, known only to the other. It loomed, locking up the entrance like a shadow hiding in the darkness, like a single sound concealing itself in a symphony of notes. For me, and me alone. Once, it took three days for me to unravel the spell he had so intricately woven around the entrance to his hall like a shimmering thread of liquid light. I could have shattered the space it was binding to pieces, of course, but in doing so I would have razed his forge and everthing about it, too. And I did not wish so. You see, this was the one kingdom I never wished to see crumbling.

(7 sentences taken from Goldbound, a little Angbang WIP)

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[merrybandofmurderers]

finally i have something to share again. very rough, but i have it. features @evangeline444's Dhaveira and @calicostorms's Fen'an, follows this part

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Dhaveira and Fen’an had made their journey on a pair of mountain harts, bred for the dry steppes of the Anderfels. Yuo’s clan had offered to send one of their harts, but they did not have many to spare, and Yuo was not sure they could handle it if the animal came to harm. The staid brown gelding provided by the shem farmer served well enough; Yuo was trying not to get attached.

They weren’t long on Redcliffe Road before reaching the rift that had been scouted. It writhed and crackled in the way they did only in response to the mark, and Yuo gritted their teeth against the shock of pain up their arm.

“May I stay near you to observe, Lavellan?” Dhaveira asked as they dismounted.

“By all means,” Yuo said, cataloguing the spawning demons. “Blackwall, start with the wraiths. Fen’an, Bull, handle the shades. Dhaveira and I will take the terrors. Sera, provide cover.”

She raised her middle finger and began scaling the ruined tower they had just crossed under. “She better know barriers better than you!”

Yuo rolled their eyes, and Dhaveira laughed. They laid out a static cage, and she cloaked them all in protective energy. It glowed faintly purple, rather than green.

At this point, fighting demons had become second nature for Yuo. While full of tricks, they remained predictable. Bull was the only one who seemed to have figured this out; Blackwall and Sera still sometimes fought demons like they would humans.

Fen’an also had this problem—Dhaveira did not. She moved without hesitation, casting spells with easy confidence, and no demon came close to touching her. The dance-like, defensive style reminded Yuo of Mahanon.

Iron Bull whistled appreciatively. A shade boiled and dissipated from the heavy swing of Fen’an’s cleaver.

“Looks like you know how to throw some weight around.”

Fen’an’ looked at him askance. “When necessary.”

“Maybe he can throw you!” Sera shouted down. Her arrow slashed through a wisp that was troubling Blackwall.

“Still not letting that go,” Bull mumbled.

Fen’an’s frown was perplexed. “Do you require throwing?”

“Depends on what you’d be throwing me down on,” Bull leered.

“Second wave!” Yuo warned as the last terror demon finally crumpled under their veilstrike.

“Eye’s on it, boss!”

Blackwall groaned, readjusting his shield. Dhaveira’s laugh was like birdsong as the rift gurgled and spat out more demons.

“At least hold the flirting until we’re not fighting or our lives,” Blackwall said, disintegrating a wraith with a shield bash.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Bull called back. He knocked a shade onto a fire mine Yuo had laid, and they used their staff to behead it as it screamed.

Bull’s eye narrowed when Yuo didn’t chime in. Yuo gritted their teeth, whirling to face one of the terrors. They hoped the Ben-Hassrath were enjoying all the reports on the Herald’s mood swings.

A repulsion field knocked back the demon before it could strike, and several arrows pierced its legs. With a shriek, it crouched, the ground melting. Yuo stiffened.

“Sera!” they shouted.

“What?” she demanded, then yelped when the terror appeared next to her.

Before Yuo could act, a crack opened in the ground at the base of the tower. Pale, bony vines shot out and up, tangled around the terror demon, and dragged it down into the earth, which closed over its head.

Dhaveira appeared unflustered. White strands fallen from her thick braid swirled in the wind. She smiled at Yuo and threw out another barrier for the warriors.

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