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Lastest Fanfic Opening Lines

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people! 

Thank you for the tag @p0lkadotdotdot!!! <3 Chill tags for @highwayphantoms, @dismalzelenka, @sandalinbohemia, @kiastirling, @theluckywizard, @megthemariner, @stonebiscuit, @greypetrel, @pinkfadespirit, @pierogipie and anyone else!

You'll find that all but the most recent of these are exchange fics lol

Wildfire Summer Merrill/Hawke | Rated E

Hawke’s dark, messy hair spills over Merrill’s chest and tickles her exposed skin where her tunic is unlaced at the collar. Their bare legs stick together in the tangled blankets. Morning light filters in through hazy windows, giving the light a warm gray cast like a smoky sky during a wildfire summer in the Wilds. It seems appropriate given the sparks flying off Hawke last night when she stumbled in drunk from the Hanged Man. 

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Red Berries Bethany Hawke/Alistair | Rated M

“The maiden supped on golden mead And spied a knight on mighty steed Rosemary scent still on her skin Reminding her of their past sin

Red berries grow so plump and ripe For where rides her lover tonight? The juice run down her eager hands Would beckon any man to stand.

‘By my gold and by my honor Be you Teryna or commoner’ The cock doth crow with lusty voice By which, of course, she made her choice”

The voices of the wardens continued the bawdy Ferelden song, raising their cups aloft, and Bethany couldn’t help the smile that crept into the corners of her lips as she nodded along. Carver always sang the raunchy verses with her and made their mother double over laughing, messing up the steps. They used to dance in the kitchen in the house in Lothering. Gamlen’s hovel in Lowtown never had much laughter, but Mother got some of her joy back when they retook the Hightown manor. They danced there again — for a time. The wardens always made her feel nostalgic when they started dancing, the viola and zither waltzing together to the rhythm of hand drums, a chorus of drunken voices singing most of the words in the right order. She thought about going up to her room, but feeling the loss was easier with mead and company, even from where she sat observing from the corner of the Vigil’s great hall.

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Deep in Thought in the Deep Roads Carver Hawke/Original Female Character | Rated M

Scarlet missed clean socks. Their march through the deep roads had gone on for too long and she was living in the third or fourth wear of her clothes. The socks bothered her the most. Following the bulk of Carver’s armor distracted Scarlet from her aching feet, but she was certain that at this point she would rather be paying attention to the discomfort. Her mind oscillated between anger and yearning for the man who used to be her lover. If he wasn’t so frustrating, she might have been able to move on.

“Listen, I just think you need to slow down.” Carver’s voice had a ragged edge to it as he kept it at a quiet register. The deep roads were not a place for loud conversations. Too many enemies afoot.

“Slow down?!” Scarlet hissed back hotly. She hated that his rough voice still made her blush and it only added heat to her frustration. “Of all people, I never thought you’d be the one to tell me to slow down.” 

“Well someone should,” Carver mumbled back. He got caught up in arguments the same way she did and always had to have the last word, whether it was foolish or not.

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A Romantic Evening with Friends Krem Aclassi/Cullen Rutherford/Cassandra Pentaghast | Rated M

Krem reread the letter a fifth time, mumbling to himself in a disbelieving voice that let more of his clipped Tevinter syllables slip through than usual. “You are invited to a romantic evening…” The words were so clear and yet he couldn’t wrap his mind around the meaning. Was there some kind of mistake? But no, his name was scrawled across the top of the page in formal, looping handwriting that he had rarely seen penned by the Seeker’s hand — Ser Cremisius Aclassi — perfectly aligned on a piece of Cullen’s stationary with an honorific of respect he didn't truly have claim to. He wouldn't admit it to anyone in the Chargers, but the unearned title thrilled him a little whenever his friends bestowed it upon him. The envelope had been sealed in red wax, stamped with the seal the two had designed together when they got married. Krem recalled Cullen agonizing over the border.

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Of One Mind Sigrun/Velanna | Rated M

A strange melody echoed from the chamber before Velanna, bouncing off the uneven stone of the cavern walls. Usually hearing strange music in the deep roads is a sign of rare old age in a warden, but Velanna only joined at the start of autumn. In retrospect, she found it appropriate to taint herself on purpose as the leaves were dying and decaying. Sigrun interrupted her morbid thoughts as her smiling face popped around the corner ahead, looking extra corpse-like in the death soaked surroundings with her tattooed markings that sought to emphasize the skull beneath. But the illusion broke at the edges of the sockets as they crinkled with Sigrun’s beaming grin. The music stopped a moment for Sigrun, so it must have been her singing. 

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Hold Tight Anders/Nathaniel Howe/Sigrun/Velanna | Rated M

Velanna grunted as blood soaked through the cloth where she pressed hard, just below Sigrun's knee. “Can one of you imbeciles be my extra hands?”

Anders glanced up from the scraps of parchment in his lap for a moment, but looked back down as he saw Nathaniel taking action. Velanna was a perfectly capable healer and the wound wasn’t life threatening. He waved a hand at her idly. “You can handle it.”

Nathaniel had already folded his long limbs beneath him as he crouched next to Sigrun’s stocky body. The callused tip of a finger brushed Sigrun’s bangs out of her face with a tender touch and a teasing edge to his voice. “How did you even get stabbed so low to the ground?”

Sigrun huffed out a breezy voice. “Not hard in a fog cloud.”

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Invitations Anders/Male Hawke (Vampire AU) | Rated E

Pain lances between his ribs and Garrett winces, pressing a hand to his left side. His clothes are soaked from the rain and blood seeps through the fabric of his undershirt beneath his hand. Just a graze as he spun out of the way, but it cut clean. The rest of the blood is from the templar. He licks his lips and lifts his chin to let the rain fall on his face for a moment. A deep breath and the metallic tang of rot and fresh blood mingling in the Lowtown alley hits his nose and the sound of predawn traffic has picked up down around the Hanged Man, reminding him he needs to get home.

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Two Miracles in One Box Josephine Montilyet/Female Trevelyan | Rated T

“Worry not, little one,” Josephine whispered to the box in her hands. “Roe will know what to do with you.” The precious cargo was held in a hastily emptied tin that originally held fancy pastries, but had long since held a collection of hair clips. Josephine lined it with handkerchiefs, selected at random from her top drawer as she rushed out. 

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Fool in Love Cassandra Pentaghast/Male Trevelyan | Rated T

Quinn Trevelyan made his way across his room, kicking his shoes off as he went, unbuttoning his doublet. It had been a long day of trade negotiations with Josephine and Leliana. Cullen was mercifully busy or the meetings would have lasted even longer. The Inquisition was trudging along through Venatori, red templars, and very thick foliage from the reports coming out of the Emerald Grove. Quinn would have to pack soon. He shuffled through the papers on his desk in a cursory look that had no intention of turning into any actual work, reading over the intro to a letter from Bull as he worked the fiddly pearl buttons on his shirt, but stopped his progress disrobing when he realized there was another object that didn’t belong.

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Between the Bark and the Tree Leliana/Josephine Montilyet/Morrigan | Rated E

“I think we are both well aware you can do better than that, my dear. I fear you may be too distracted to do this properly. What do you think, Leli? Perhaps you should slow down so she can concentrate…” The warmth and humor in Josephine’s tone betray her amusement behind the scolding words as she tucks Morrigan’s dark hair back behind her ear.

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Your OC as the Solar System!

Thanks for the tag @highwayphantoms, this was fun!

Rules: Bold what applies - italicize sometimes - strike out never. (Bonus): Color the ones that especially fit. Tag some friends to play along!

Myrna Hawke

(Art by @lets-get-brave)

SUN • egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura

MERCURY • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement

VENUS • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips

EARTH • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains

MOON • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands

MARS • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue

JUPITER • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies

SATURN • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart it’s just.. way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing

URANUS • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke

NEPTUNE • an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artists soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song

PLUTO • angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth

Tagging, if interested: @sandalinbohemia, @megthemariner, @librivore42, @p0lkadotdotdot, @kiastirling and YOU reading this if you want to do it! Tag me if you play so I can read about your OCs <3

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messy morrigan

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This is the fucking funniest exchange in the entire game. This is peak fight banter. I cannot believe Lucanis actually says this during the final run through Minrathous

King shit right here. Absolute king shit

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The more things change the more they stay the same… Lace Harding cannot walk past a Qunari without imagining the mayhem of a stacked shoulder riding attack

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love my mage squad <3

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posting Myrna Hawke/Merrill smut <3 happy Friday!

they’re in the friends with benefits phase of their relationship featuring Merrill storyline, Myrna being an absolute mess & morning sex (rated E) 2700 words:

Wildfire Summer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66541285

Hawke’s dark, messy hair spills over Merrill’s chest and tickles her exposed skin where her tunic is unlaced at the collar. Their bare legs stick together in the tangled blankets. Morning light filters in through hazy windows, giving the light a warm gray cast like a smoky sky during a wildfire summer in the Wilds. It seems appropriate given the sparks flying off Hawke last night when she stumbled in drunk from the Hanged Man.

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A Knight/Medieval AU of Efa x Cullen

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fav gay elf 

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Thats how this scene went right

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Isabela

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fanfic writers what font do you write in

i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever

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Field of daisies

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oh aveline...