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The Process With Commissioning Artwork for A Character We’ve Never Seen! (feat. Kemvee) (Dragon Age Lucanis Dellamorte)

In the Dragon Age book, Tevinter Nights, in the story The Wigmaker, we meet Lucanis Dellamorte, heir to becoming the First Talon of the Antivan Crows. He is an assassin, the best in Antiva. There are a few descriptions that mark his hair and eye colour, a few other things here and there, but mostly it’s his personality upon which the story is focused when describing him. He comes off as a sexy and brooding man.

So when I wrote my explicit fan-fiction short story, A Seductive Contract, I based myself on that. But then I also wanted artwork commissioned by an artist I know, Kemvee. But we’ve never seen Lucanis. So how did Kemvee and I do it?

Note: For the purposes of this post, I’m using the preview of the image,
which is decent enough, as in not explicit.

First, I went back in Tevinter Nights to find any description indicators I could find. Then I looked at the little bit of concept art there is of some Antivan Crows for Dragon Age 4. We never see their faces, but I found the armour I wanted him to be wearing. There is also one assassin in one of the concept art pieces that has his chest exposed with a tattoo that covers most of it — I call him “Sexy Chesty Crow” — so that’s who I chose as the model.

Here’s what Kemvee has to say about the process:

For Lucianis we had so little to work with! A tiny piece of concept art, no face, no clear look at his tattoos so we had to get creative. The writer was fantastic in providing me with a lot of great description and as I was developing the tattoo/hairstyle we went back and forth a lot. The frequent communication really helped and I’m grateful for Binky’s patience when we were making small tweaks!

The tattoo itself is a crow with wings wrapping round like a collar with and ‘Antivan Crow’ tail. I kept it on a separate layer so when we see Lucanis in-game it will be easy for me to switch out to something more canon friendly.

With putting both our imaginations together, we were able to conceptualise something, and Kemvee was really able to complete the rest with her seriously amazing talent. Of course, there are features that might be completely different once the game comes out, such as facial features, tattoos, scars, and skin tone.

I gave Kemvee the indications of the scars I wanted him to have, the position I wanted him to be in, with an excerpt from my fic. Here’s Kemvee on her drawing process:

I start with a very rough sketch to get the pose/framing right, this is little more than a fleshed out stick figure. A more detailed sketch follows which captures the full concept including expressions, clothing and notes for later. I also try to get the background complete at this stage so I can determine where the main points of light are coming from.

Once the sketch is approved, it’s onto the line art which is typically my longest stage especially if I’m including complicated clothing (which I love illustrating). For rendering I tend to apply flat colours, then a layer of shading which I multiply up to create depth. Finishing highlights are added in a complementary colour to the light source!

Kemvee sent me some work-in progress images, and there were some tweaks I wanted once all was done, but once the bulk had been done, only minor adjustments remained.

I am amazed by how talented she is and how well she was able to bring to life what I was envisioning in my mind, what I had written in my fan-fiction short story, and it finally culminated to this beautiful piece of artwork drawn by Kemvee. It is Lucanis Dellamorte as we envision him.

It will be rather interesting to see what he looks like when Dragon Age 4 comes out.

Thank you, Kemvee, for the art you did for me, and for writing up your process
so I could include it in this blog post.


You can find Kemvee on Twitter @Kemvee. Or on AO3 @Kemvee as well.


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Desperate Desire – Dragon Age Solas Fan-fiction

This fanfic was written with a bit of fun from readers. I made a series of polls on Twitter to determine the franchise, pairing, characters, etc. Readers also selected wanting angst to accompany the smut, with a bit of fluff.

As per, the excerpt is safe for work.


Solas can no longer bear being away from his Vhenan. He seeks her out
and allows himself to feel everything he desires of her, emotionally and physically.


Solas stared down at the table on which he leaned, tears brimming his eyes, consumed by his guilt and longing. A knot formed in his stomach. His own words echoed in his mind. “I felt the whole world change.” As did her words. “Var lath vir suledin!” Their kiss lingered on his lips, even after all this time, as had every kiss. It would linger for all eternity.
        Solas pushed himself off the table, shouting in anguish. Heaving, he trembled, the howling wind outside the White Spire the only other noise in the mountain range thaig.
        Solas thought back at how he came to this point, how it all began. He remembered waking and feeling so little, feeling numb, as it should have been, for it kept him focused.
        The people of the world he awoke to felt empty and devoid of true and deep emotion. They had a way of severing magical connections from mages and called these, Tranquil. He met Tranquil, and he felt that even those who were not sundered from magic were but a mere shell of what a true being could be, could feel, and the energy they could exude around them.
        Solas had felt devoid of emotions, neutral, and this was how he wanted it to remain. Stripped from the Fade in this world he had created when he held up the sky and separated the Veil from the world, sundered from magic, he was numb and weak, and only his regret remained.
        And then…
        Solas closed his eyes and whispered, ‘Vhenan.
        She made him feel everything around him, everything between them, as a tingle coursing through his veins. With every heartbeat, his skin was caressed with a ghostly sensation of crackling magical energy. A longing filled his heart, a need only she could satiate.
        Solas turned and clutched his stomach, feeling the pain physically as a wound in his gut. He balled his hands into fists and let himself slide to the floor, weeping.
        I cannot bear the thought of you alone.
        A loud sob escaped him.
        He had to find a way, some way, any way.
        Resolved, Solas lifted himself from the floor and marched to the place where he kept his disguises. He knew what he had to do.


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Rooftop Escapade

Another Dragon Age fan-fiction short story that was written as a reward for donations during the Dragon Age Day fundraising campaign event. This one is a fluffy one.


Isabela and Bethany express their feelings for each other,
and, after a little escapade, share their first kiss.


Isabela bent forward, squinting her eyes and craning her neck to see the broken jewel in the palm of Garrett’s hand.
        ‘That’s what you dragged us all the way out here for?’ she asked.
        ‘It’ll be worth something in Darktown,’ Garrett insisted.
        Isabela exchanged a look with Bethany, who appeared to be just as bemused by her brother’s findings.
        ‘Eee-no,’ said Isabela. ‘You have fun trying to sell that; we’ll go after more valuable loot.’
        Garrett chuckled. ‘Come on. This belonged to someone, and I bet they’re willing to pay just to have it back.’
        ‘You know, Garrett,’ said Bethany, ‘you’d do well not to take such advantage of people’s misery like that.’
        ‘I am not!’ Garrett protested. Bethany crossed her arms.
        Garrett grumbled and crouched down again, rummaging through more dirt.
        The sun was coming down over the horizon across the Wounded Coast. Isabela looked towards Bethany. The purple light hit her face on the side, giving her eyes an ethereal glow. She smiled.
        Bethany shifted uneasily. ‘What?’
        ‘Oh, nothing.’
        ‘No, not nothing. Why are you looking at me like that?’ asked Bethany.
        ‘Well, it’s just the light hitting your eyes,’ Isabela replied sheepishly.
        ‘It…it doesn’t make me look ghoulish, does it?’
        ‘Why would you think anything could make you look ghoulish!’ Isabela exclaimed, suppressing a laugh.
        ‘Anders and Varric were saying…when I cast spells, my eyes go all ghoulish.’
        ‘Oh, you sweet thing, they were just teasing you.’ Isabela playfully nudged Bethany. ‘You have lovely eyes.’
        ‘You…you really think so?’ Bethany blushed.
        ‘Of course!’
        ‘And what does the light do to them then?’
        ‘It makes your eyes glow and you look like a mage who’s come from the world of dreams,’ said Isabela, trying to sound poetic.
        ‘From the Fade!’ Bethany’s eyes widened in curiosity.
        Isabela hesitated. ‘I mean, from my dreams.’
        ‘You’ve dreamt of mages with glowing eyes?’ asked Bethany, sounding hesitant, and glancing away.
        Isabela smiled, feeling herself blush. ‘You’re going to make me express it clearly, aren’t you.’
        ‘I don’t know what you’re on about?’ Bethany’s eyes darted away before meeting Isabela’s again.
        ‘What I’m trying to say, is, I guess, you’re the mage–’
        ‘AHA!’ Garrett shouted. ‘Found it!’
        Isabela deflated. ‘Found what?’
        ‘The other half of the jewel.’ Garrett looked like a child in a candy shop.
        ‘Hurray,’ Isabela said, her voice full of sarcasm.
        ‘It’s still not impressive,’ said Bethany, ‘and I doubt you’ll be able to sell it.’
        Garrett waved a hand dismissively, taking several steps away from them to examine the two halves in the setting sunlight.
        ‘Bethany,’ said Isabela, ‘you have lovely eyes, and I find you very beautiful.’
        ‘Oh!’ Bethany’s cheeks darkened. She shifted shyly.
        ‘There, I said it.’ Isabela turned her boot in the sand, unable to meet Bethany’s eyes.
        ‘You find me pretty?’ asked Bethany.
        ‘Yes,’ Isabela replied. ‘I mean, I find a lot of people pretty, but none of them garner a feeling of…wanting to spend more time with them.’
        ‘But you’ve spent so much time with so many people,’ said Bethany.
        ‘Spending the night with a concubine you’ve been lusting over is not the same as spending time with someone you care about,’ Isabela admitted. She looked up and met Bethany’s gaze. The mage’s smile sent a warm sensation through Isabela’s body.
        ‘You care about me?’ asked Bethany. Her eyes seemed to sparkle.
        ‘Yes.’ Isabela kept her gaze.
        Bethany smiled even more widely. ‘I care about you too.’ She blushed. ‘And I find you very beautiful too.’
        ‘Oh good! I mean, about the caring.’ Isabela let out an embarrassed laugh. ‘What I mean to say is, I was worried you maybe didn’t feel the same way. Well, I suspected, but until I knew for sure… And gosh, I’m normally not this nervous.’ The two women let out a small giggle.
        Bethany glanced at the ground. ‘I was hoping you’d feel that way, but since I’ve never even talked about such feelings before, I didn’t know how I might tell you. Thank you for saying it first.’
        Bethany looked down again before reaching out with her hand. Isabela smiled, taking Bethany’s hand in hers. It was warm and smooth, and Isabela gently brushed her thumb over Bethany’s palm.
        ‘Ah, excellent!’ said Garrett, arriving with a pile of oddments. He took Isabela and Bethany’s hands, pulling them out, and placed a number of items in their open palms. ‘Both hands,’ he instructed, ‘so your four hands.’
        Isabela rolled her eyes, glaring at Garrett. He bent, turning around, grabbing more of what he’d brought from the beach.
        Bethany’s eyes wandered awkwardly.
        Isabela leaned in towards her conspiratorially and whispered. ‘You want to drop this hoard and run away? I bet he wouldn’t even notice we were gone.’
        Bethany gasped. ‘We couldn’t.’
        ‘We could!’
        Bethany reflexively bit her thumbnail; some of the items dropped to the ground. She gasped in surprise. Isabela giggled.
‘I’ve never done anything like that before,’ Bethany said, fidgeting. ‘It seems so…uncouth.’
        Isabela looked over at Garrett, who was humming to himself, digging about the area, exclaiming every now and then. She looked back at Bethany and cocked her head towards Garrett.
        ‘What do you say? Run away with me?’ She let out a small laugh.
        Bethany sucked in her lips, suppressing a smile. ‘Okay,’ she whispered.
        Isabela bit her lower lip, feeling a thrill. ‘Now.’
        They dropped the hoard, and still holding hands, began to run back towards the city. They were already too far when they heard Garrett calling out to them.


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Lucid Dreaming – Dragon Age Solas Fan-Fiction Smut

Yet another Dragon Age Fan-Fiction short story that I wrote as a reward during the Dragon Age Day fundraiser, this one for Vampy, a scene between her Vianna and Solas.

As usual, the excerpt is SFW, and the content is password protected since it is explicit.


Vianna explores an area of the Fade marked by Solas’s fantasies
before living out one such fantasy.


Vianna walked to the balcony of her Skyhold bedroom and placed her only hand on the railing. Her nightgown swayed in the wind as she looked to the distant mountain peaks of the Frostbacks, scanning the area with her eyes. She was searching, but she knew she would not find what she was looking for by merely gazing at the horizon.
        Dusk was darkening. Vianna bowed her head, an overwhelming longing overcoming her; it was the same every night. A tear ran down her cheek and onto her flowing white hair.
        Sighing, she turned and walked to her bed. She lay down and shut her eyes, trying to think of something else, someone else, than Solas.
        Within moments, she found herself wandering a forest that resembled the crossroads. Fog rose high above her head; elven artefacts lay scattered across the ground where smoke rolled over her feet.
        This type of dream was what it was like every night. Vianna would fall asleep and enter a place in the Fade where she knew Solas had been. She could vaguely feel his thoughts, his emotions. Each night it was a different location in the Fade or, at least, one that never looked the same. Every night, she explored and searched for signs of Solas, finding nothing but more endless vastness to walk through. However, this time it felt different, and there was more to the place than met the eye; she could feel it to her core.
        Vianna walked past some trees and came to a clearing that resembled a hallway that continued far into the distance, and all along the sides were Eluvians.
The Eluvians in this place were tagged with paintings at the back that overlapped to the front, and as far as she could tell, all of them included depictions of her. As she walked to the back of the Eluvians to observe the paintings, she saw that some were limned with memories: Vianna and Solas saving his spirit friend from the Tevinter mages, Vianna and Solas sharing their first kiss in the Fade, Solas holding Vianna as he took the anchor from her hand when he saved her life.
        All these memories gave Vianna a sense of longing but also contentment, knowing how much Solas cherished these moments he’d spent with her.
        Vianna continued to walk from Eluvian to Eluvian, observing the colourful paintings at the back of each one. There was a progression. Many showed scenery of places Vianna had never seen before, but in each of these depictions stood Solas and Vianna. He was holding her hand, and his other hand was frozen in a gesture of beholding. Vianna took these to be places Solas would have liked to show her, either through his memories in the Fade or in person.
        They were beautiful places by the looks of them, vibrant greens and lush flowers in all of them. Vianna wondered if any were of Arlathan Forest before the fall of Elvhenan. Curious, she continued walking behind Eluvians to observe all they had to show her.
        Vianna noticed different paintings on the backs of more Eluvians a little ways further. These illustrated Solas and Vianna in action, doing things together, as though they were memories, but Vianna had no recollection of any of this occurring.
        Vianna wandered to another set of Euvians clustered together. She passed her hand over one of the paintings where Solas held her, where they were both naked. In the depiction, her head was lolled back, and her long hair gusted in the wind. Solas’s hands were on her hips, his mouth on her breast, and his erection halfway inside of her.
It almost felt real. And Vianna felt momentarily aroused by the sight of them making love. Such intimacy she had never known with Solas, an intimacy she had wanted and craved, an intimacy she desired still.
        Vianna walked to another Eluvian where Solas had painted them sitting together, holding each other, eating grapes. Many of them showed Solas holding Vianna in various settings, and as Vianna walked past Eluvians, more and more portrayed them naked together doing various acts of lovemaking. And with each one, Vianna felt more and more a physical need for Solas to hold her, touch her, and make love to her.
        It occurred to Vianna that these were wishes, fantasies, perhaps a future they could have had together.
        ‘Vhenan.’
        Vianna turned around. Solas’s voice was distant, airy, and echoed through the crossroads where she stood.
        ‘Vianna, ma vhenan,’ his voice rang out again.
        Vianna followed the sound of Solas’s voice. She knew there was a slim chance of finding him, but she would never give up on him, never give up hope.
        Vianna came to a place where many Eluvians shimmered.
        ‘Vhenan.’
        This time Solas’s voice was louder, clearer. One Eluvian scintillated more brightly.
        Vianna noticed something particular about this one. It appeared that a painting had been drawn onto the mirror itself, as opposed to on the back as for all the others. Vianna approached the coruscating mirror and saw a large black wolf flicker onto the Eluvian’s surface. The wolf had red eyes, and before it, a flow of Vianna’s white hair and her hand reaching out to it.
        Reflexively, Vianna touched the wolf painted on the Eluvian, and it flashed for a moment before the black wolf began to change. Its shape moulded into a smaller sized wolf, its softer eyes glistening of a blue-green as if from the Fade, and its fur a pure white sparkling like snow, matching Vianna’s hair.
        ‘Vhenan,’ Vianna heard Solas again, closer this time and more desperate.
        Vianna walked through that Eluvian and suddenly felt like she was falling, falling endlessly, and suddenly she landed on her bed in her room at Skyhold.
        ‘Vhenan,’ Solas whispered, breathing into her neck.


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