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LOOK LOOK it is a wee Metis! @codenamecynic​ shared a link to https://www.heroforge.com/ for designing characters that can be 3d printed as tabletop miniatures. So of course I played around with it and made a Metis. Reminding myself that I don’t actually play tabletop rpgs and I really don’t need a mini Metis…but the screenshot feature could come in handy for pose references for Metis art, right? Except for the sad fact that there is a monocle option but no spectacles. 😦

Oh yeah, also it generates a link for the character you design so I suppose with this anyone can go spin the Metis around and admire how precious he is: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=809294

A Writing Game: Prompt by Committee

rannadylin:

Let’s play a prompt game! I like to call it “Prompt By
Committee.”

Here’s how it works:

  1. To play, message me with ONE thing you want me
    to include in a story.
  2. It could be an object…a specific character, be
    it NPC or OC… a place…just about anything.
  3. For example, the last time I played this, when writing
    LOTRO fanfic
    , I got suggestions such as “a haunted mirror,” “Barliman
    Butterbur,” and “Dragons!”
  4. Maybe you want to suggest something that you
    would just love to see a story about—or maybe your suggestion is as silly as “a
    mean-spirited slug” with the goal of making the story more interesting as I
    have to work to fit it in. 🙂
  5. For every three
    words I get from three different people, I’ll write a short fic that has to
    include all three of those elements.

That’s it! I look forward to seeing your suggestions…and figuring out how to make them fit together!

Update: I’m still working on my first committee prompted fic and it’s going along swimmingly (and that has nothing to do with the suspicious pool of water that was one of the prompts, hehe)! In fact it’s past 4500 words now because I think I’ve forgotten how to write short one-shots or something and this fic is definitely going to be the intro story to a long fic I’ve been wanting to write. 😀 I probably should be writing Hawkquisition part 5 (concurrent with Trespasser) first because this long fic is more like Hawkquisition part 6 but I am the muse’s servant and I’ll write what I can when I can, right?

Anyway this is just a reminder that I’m still taking prompts for this game. I have one prompt for the next fic after this one I’m writing now; need two more people to chime in to get the three prompts the game calls for! So if you have an idea of something you’d like to see in one of my Fenhawke family stories (or something totally random you want to challenge me to fit in, ha), send an ask and I’ll save it up for the next installment!

And in the meantime, have a snippet from the current WIP:


Mal couldn’t sit still at dinner. Not even Papa Metis’ tale of the
adventure Auntie Mae had sent him on that day could undistract the boy from the
memory of kittens. Da and Mum exchanged a knowing look as Mal wriggled in his
seat and finally blurted out, “Can I be excused?”

Da regarded him with an eyebrow raised. “You’ve not finished your
dinner.”

“I’m full.”

“Too full for dessert?” Mum grinned.

Mal wavered. “Well…”

“I believe Orana’s been experimenting with some sort of
combination pie,” Papa Metis said. “Peach and blueberry.”

Ordinarily such a combination would have won his full attention,
but at the moment the word peach only put him in mind of a tiny bundle
of orange fur down in Darktown. Mara had liked that kitten so much. Papa would
like it too, Mal was sure; it was as orange as Metis’ favorite fruit and nearly
as red as both Metis’ and Mara’s hair. Surely such a kitten was meant to
be part of their family.

“Don’t want pie,” Mal muttered, too stricken by the unfairness of
abandoning the kitten to the undercity to be distracted by mere sugar.

Mum’s eyes narrowed. “Are you feeling all right, Malcolm?”

“Fine,” he huffed, but Mum’s eyes narrowed even further as Da and
Papa turned to look at him too. “Just wanna go out and play,” Mal wheedled,
widening his eyes as winsomely as he knew how.

Da hid a smiile behind his hand and Mum sighed. “Two more bites of
your turnips, then you can go.”

Mal brightened. “Aw. Just one bite?”

Three more bites of your turnips,” Mum
amended, fixing him with a stern glare befitting their family name. Mal groaned
and gave up, forcing down the requisite three bites. Then, when Da nodded in
approval, he slipped from his seat and scurried out the door.

Hugs for the Seheron elves

rannadylin:

It’s Hug Your OC Day! Considering that it’s been a while since I wrote and I left my Hawke family on relatively happy endings in the meantime, I’ve decided to offer preemptive hugs to young!Metis and his wife Mara, on account of the pain that there will be if/when I finally write down their backstory.


“You keep Varania occupied,” said Mara, “and I shall wash
up.”

“I can help,” Metis began to insist, carrying dishes in a
tenuous stack toward the basin.

Mara shook her head, intercepting him to take the pile. “And
while you do that, she’ll be out in the herb garden trying to dig a tunnel to
Ferelden again.”

He considered with a smile at that memory. “Right. Well
then, I’ll just go…supervise any digging. Keeping it strictly imaginary, of
course.”

Mara’s ears followed the sound of their progress as she
worked through the dishes. Her husband’s laughter pursued the squeals of their daughter
from one side of the yard to the other, deftly steering her away when she came
too near what remained of their kitchen herbs. She grinned when she heard the
wordless shrieks and giggles give way to a shout of “I fly, Papa! I fly!”
Through the window, Mara caught a glimpse of the tiny girl lifted aloft in her
father’s arms, zooming around the yard.

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Hugs for the Seheron elves

It’s Hug Your OC Day! Considering that it’s been a while since I wrote and I left my Hawke family on relatively happy endings in the meantime, I’ve decided to offer preemptive hugs to young!Metis and his wife Mara, on account of the pain that there will be if/when I finally write down their backstory.


“You keep Varania occupied,” said Mara, “and I shall wash
up.”

“I can help,” Metis began to insist, carrying dishes in a
tenuous stack toward the basin.

Mara shook her head, intercepting him to take the pile. “And
while you do that, she’ll be out in the herb garden trying to dig a tunnel to
Ferelden again.”

He considered with a smile at that memory. “Right. Well
then, I’ll just go…supervise any digging. Keeping it strictly imaginary, of
course.”

Mara’s ears followed the sound of their progress as she
worked through the dishes. Her husband’s laughter pursued the squeals of their daughter
from one side of the yard to the other, deftly steering her away when she came
too near what remained of their kitchen herbs. She grinned when she heard the
wordless shrieks and giggles give way to a shout of “I fly, Papa! I fly!”
Through the window, Mara caught a glimpse of the tiny girl lifted aloft in her
father’s arms, zooming around the yard.

When the dishes were washed and dried, Mara took advantage
of the cottage’s emptiness (astounding how thoroughly a tiny two-year-old
seemed to fill any space where she was) to extend the tidying-up to the rest of
it, sweeping out one little room after another, returning to their places the
chairs Varania had dragged together in an attempt to climb up to the counter
where Mara kept the remnants of yesterday’s sweet biscuits. As she gathered
clothes for washing (Varania’s dress from yesterday thoroughly muddied from her
tunneling attempts in the garden), the patter of footsteps announced their
return indoors. Passing through the front room with the laundry basket under
her arm, Mara saw them seated before the hearth as Metis made up some story for
the wide-eyed girl on his lap.

All was quiet when she returned some time later with the
empty basket, leaving the laundry behind on the drying line. Glancing towards
the fire, she saw that they hadn’t actually moved. Metis was sprawled on his
back, one arm behind his head, the other draped over Varania, snuggled on his
chest and sound asleep. Mara stepped closer, unable to resist the urge to
straighten her daughter’s rumpled dress and smooth the red hair out of her eyes.
Neither of the sleepers stirred at her ministrations.

She left them to it, eventually, and went to fetch a blanket
from a chest, spreading it carefully over them both before she went on about
her business. There was mending to finish before the daylight faded (Varania’s dress,
torn three days ago when she caught it on the fence she was trying to squeeze
through). Settled down in a chair near enough the hearth to keep an eye on
them, Mara sat and stitched till only firelight remained. They shifted in their
sleep from time to time, but neither woke.

Mara went to get ready for bed herself, peeking at them from
time to time, biting at her lip as she considered waking them. Varania was
young enough to sleep anywhere, she supposed, but Metis would be stiff in the
morning from sleeping on the floor. Best to send them back to bed, then—but,
approaching with that intent, she saw Varania still curled up on Metis’ chest,
her head tucked beneath his chin, her small fist twisted in the fabric of his tunic,
and Mara could not bear to disturb them, whatever morning might bring.

She returned to the bedroom, but as comfortable and enticing
as the bed’s softness was after the day’s work, it seemed all too much. She lay
there wide awake for a time, staring out the window and straining to hear the
sounds of the Seheron wildlife, before finally pulling herself to her feet with
a huff of resignation. “Spoiled me for sleeping alone, you two have,” she
muttered, gathering the blanket and pillows from the bed and stumbling with her
load back into the front room.

The tableau before the hearth was unchanged. She spread the
second blanket over them before crawling in under it herself, attempting to
slide a pillow under Metis’ head without waking him.

She nearly succeeded, but he stirred as she finished and curled
herself against his side. Metis hummed, blinking blearily at her, and Mara
shushed him. “Go back to sleep, darling. It appears we’re camping out.”

Half awake, he glanced at her and then at the fireplace
behind her. “Or in, it seems.” The hand that had been stretched behind his
head, he now rearranged to hold her closer to his side, while Varania, still
stretched out on top of him, sighed in her sleep. “You should know, Mara,” he
murmured, “this daughter of yours is a demanding taskmaster. Had me flying her
around the yard till we wore both ourselves out.”

“As demanding as her father is obliging,” Mara muttered
wryly. When there was no response she glanced over to see that the obliging
father had already fallen asleep again. “Lucky girl,” she added in a whisper,
with a kiss to his cheek before she settled in against his side for the night.

lypreila:

So I was practicing my drawing and a Metis happened. 

@rannadylin wrote some insanely good fics, the Hawkquisition series, and the latest one, Warriors as Such, gave me one of my favorite OC’s ever, Metis
Y’all should go read it if you haven’t yet, or if you’re a sucker for Fenhawke. It’s really hard to convey greying hair in pencil with no color, I tell ya what. Also, backgrounds are my kryptonite.

So here, Ranna, have a Metis, cocking an eyebrow at his grandson when he says something too advanced for his age. 

Ohhhh he’s precious! Thank you for sharing! Grandson probably gets that look quite often, too. He’s a handful. 

If you’re doing TMI Tuesday. What would Metis’s theme song be? Does he have any concerns for Fenris, like for some of his habits? Is there anything he really would like to know about concerning Fenris’s and Hawke’s relationdhip, since she’s human?

Hi Glyph! I don’t
usually do TMI Tuesday (mostly because I’m a little paranoid about getting
asked something wildly inappropriate and feeling uncomfortably obligated to
answer anyway because I set myself up for it with a TMI Tuesday post) but I
certainly don’t mind answering these, even if it is now Friday. 😀 (Also,
apologies for not getting to it till Friday, but school is finally out and my
grades are turned in and I am celebrating the start of summer break by
tumblring!)

Metis’ theme song: Hm, I
am horrible at thinking of songs relevant to anything because I hardly ever
listen to music. But Metis’ overall tendency to optimism and perseverance did
bring this one to mind:

I am sticking with that
one mainly because I can’t think of any good gardening songs right now, ha.

His concerns for Fenris:
He’d have been VERY concerned if he’d found Fenris a few years earlier, with
all the brooding and the hate he couldn’t overcome and the suspicion of magic, but
Fenris is actually at a pretty good place in his life when he meets Metis. Life
with Hawke has mellowed him, he smiles more often, and his primary focus is
that high-speed-toddling-disaster-waiting-to-happen known as baby Malcolm, so there’s little time to brood.
Fenris’ occasional recklessness in combat worries Metis, though. He and Hawke
often lament this together, father-and-daughter-in-law mage healers that they
both are. Oh, and coming soon in Hawkquisition Season Five, when Varania joins
the cast, Metis will be VERY concerned with the friction and tension that
remains between her brother and her. I don’t have as much of that fic planned
out yet as I’d like but there’s one very clear scene in my head of Metis
bemoaning his children’s constant arguments to a patiently sympathetic Hawke,
expressing hopes that his grandchildren will get along better, and being teased
by Hawke that he clearly grew up as an only child if he didn’t realize how
normal sibling rivalry is (though perhaps not on the Fenris & Varania level
at that point in the story), and then regaling him with tales of the quarrels
she and her siblings had growing up.

What he’d like to know
about Fenris’ relationship with human Hawke:
Hm, I don’t think he’d really be
curious about the private details or anything. Metis accompanies them back to
Kirkwall and from then on he’s around Hawke at least as much as he is around
Fenris, and he’s clever enough to take the measure of their relationship as it
plays out before his eyes, you know? He can see that Fenris is happy (that
moment when they disembarked in Jader after the Seheron adventures, the look on
Fenris’ face when he first recognized Hawke come to surprise them on the docks…)
and that Lisbet’s constant tension, of managing responsibilities of the
children and household and even the demands of the city that still fall on her
so many years after first being called Champion, eases when Fenris is near. He
sees them argue from time to time, too, but with respect and devotion no matter
how much their perspectives on the matter at hand may differ. In short, it’s
clear to Metis that they see and treat each other as equals despite their
differences in race and life history. If anything I suppose he’d be curious
about the adventures that brought them together and forged such a friendship
between them before he knew them. (Fenris, normally reticent on his past, grows
more comfortable sharing such stories over time as he learns to trust, as we
see with his conversations with Hawke in game…by the time they reach Jader I
think Metis has heard most of the history of Fenris’ time as a slave, but it is
Hawke who tells him more of the stories of his time with her.)

gerundsandcoffee
replied to your photo
“Oh right it’s Friday and…I guess Beginner Art Friday is still a thing?…”

Thank you for sharing! I love seeing an elf with glasses. He looks very wise and a little more than tired.

Hehe…if it’s a post-Warriors Such As picture, it’s probably baby Malcolm making him tired. That kid’s pretty exhausting. 😀


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