pimpin' my fic.

[bellaknoti]

Finn Mahariel, shattered by the loss of Tamlen, the man who was two breaths from bonding with her, and shaken to the core from leaving her clan, comes to the Wardens as a broken woman. It is by luck and the humour of the gods that she finds solace in the arms of the knight whose face she keeps seeing, every time she wakes up from certain death. All she has to do to hang on to him is to stop fighting herself.

the series is finished, and i've made a fanmix for it, as a kind of last hurrah. some of the songs didn't make it on there, because i had a 10-song limit, but those that didn't make the cut are in the chapter titles.

since i didn't post any of the chapters here, and it had a sort of limited run, i thought i'd toss it up. click the pic for a link to it at ff.net. beware: it is like all my fic - full of angst and sex. no one thread has seen all of it, so maybe some of it will be new, if you've only read it at zevran or SiB.

alternatively, you can click my name for my archive here.

fanfic: Making Our Own Destiny

[bellaknoti]

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Fanfiction: Old Roads and associated side stories

[aithne]

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Fanfiction - Nolo, Nolle, Nolui: Chapter 16

[nithu]

Title: Nolo, Nolle, Nolui
Characters: Alistair/Fearghal Cousland
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,000
Summary:Fearghal arrives at the Circle Tower.

Nolo, Nolle, Nolui: Chapter 16

Discussion: Letters to characters.

[twist_shimmy]

I've been trying to write all morning, and it gave me an idea for a thread. Write a letter to one of your characters, or a character in the game, and vent your frustrations. Come on. I know you have frustrations. You're writers, artists, and gamers. YOU THRIVE ON FRUSTRATION.

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Dear Tesni Mahariel,

You've been sitting on the bed staring at your intrepid companion for days. Your focus is on the bedding, the walls, the basin of water on the right side of the room, and how strange it is to be in an actual building. I get that it's strange. There is a time and a place to reflect on said strangeness. Unfortunately, THIS IS AN APOLOGY SCENE AND YOU ARE FUCKING THAT UP. Stop admiring the brocade on the comforter, lift your damned head, and make eye contact with the other character in the room.

Good. Good girl.

And now we wait for two more days, you say? No. I'm putting my foot down. For the love of the Creators, speak so that we can progress the scene. I don't care if you don't understand that everyone is terrified of you. You've gotta take initiative, woman, or VLS'v is going to hit a brick wall and explode.

Love,
I made you, and I can CERTAINLY reverse the process.

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Dear Mouse,

Stop doing that thing with your hands. That one, right there, where you look like you're trying to turn my breasts like faucet handles.
 

Love,
Faolan Surana

Am I making up this word?

[zute]

Arlage? 

Would that be the equivalent of a barony? I couldn't find any references to it on the wiki, but it looks right to my eyeballs. I'm trying to say The estate of the Arl of Denerim, but there currently isn't an Arl of Denerim, his estate is vacant. It gets a bit wordy and arlage seems to suit. What do you think?

TentParty Prompt Fill -> A Gift Mage: Part I

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fic: Apostates of Amaranthine: chapter 82-"I have to go burn my dress"

[amhran_comhrac]

Title: Apostates of Amaranthine: chapter 82-"I have to go burn my dress"
Characters: Anders/f!Amell (Maggie)
Rating: M/AO (this chapter T)
Word Count: 5300
Summary: Denerim is slowly being dragged, kicking and screaming, into the late middle ages, a discussion with an old friend, and Maggie ruins yet another dress.

 

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