Hawke/Anders Secret Satinalia Master Post

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Hawke/Anders Secret Satinalia
Let's celebrate the holiday in style with our favorite birds

(art donated by kirkwallgirl.tumblr.com)

Sign ups for Secret Satinalia are now closed. No further requests will be filled.

What is Secret Satinalia?

It's Secret Santa, Thedas style! ...That's not helpful? Okay, let me do a little better: Secret Satinalia is a celebration of the gift-giving spirit of the holiday by arranging a round-robin style giving of gifts. Each participant puts their name in a hat, and then all the names are drawn out at random; the person whose name you draw gets a gift from you, and you'll get a gift from whoever draws your name.

But in secret! That part is very important! It has to be as secret as Anders' activities with the mage underground! ...So in other words, not really all that secret.

How do I get in on this action?

Easy! Just reply in the comments of this post below. Replies are screened, so the only people to see your post will be the moderator (me) and yourself. Anon commenting is on, so even if you don't have a Dreamwidth account (because let's be realistic, who in 2015 still uses dreamwidth? ...Ahem) you can still sign up here.

Remember that if you sign up to receive a gift, you are also committing yourself to giving a gift. You give one, you receive one. That's the spirit of Satinalia. Try to create a gift that is respectful of the giftee's preferences. Remember, give gifts like the Warden, not gifts like Hawke.

What kind of gifts can I give?

Fanfic, fanart, and graphic edits are all welcome, so do whatever you do best! When filling out the form below, you will be asked to give multiple gift ideas. At least one of the prompts should be made in the spirit of an art prompt -- in other words, something that would lend itself fairly well to visual representation. So "Anders and Hawke snuggling in front of a fire" is more of an Art Prompt, while "Anders having a Hamlet-length internal monologue on the merits of Hawke's butt" is more of a Fic Prompt.

Smutty requests are perfectly OK, but as with the "art prompts" please try to include at least one non-smutty prompt so that your Satinalia buddy has some flexibility.

There's not much time until Satinalia, so try to keep your request fairly simple. Fics should be fairly short (5k or less) and art should stay within a few panels.

I prefer Marian Hawke/I prefer Garrett Hawke. Is that OK?

Both mhanders and fhanders fans are welcome. In order to make sure that everybody ends up with a prompt and a gift that they are comfortable with, you'll be asked to specify in your entry whether you prefer male Hawke, female Hawke, or are okay with both. We will make the effort to match up mhanders and fhanders fans with each other so everybody gets the thing they like the most.

When is my gift due? What should I do with it once it's ready?

You should aim to have your gift ready for your Secret Satinalia buddy by December 21. Once it's done, come back to this post here. Reply screening will be off, but anon will still be on. Post your fic or art in an anon comment, and the moderator (me) will contact your Satinalia buddy to let them know where to go to find it! I will also be posting links to all of the entries on Tumblr, under the tag #Handers Secret Satinalia .

Do I have to stay anonymous? I want to share my gift with the world!

The initial gift-giving should be anonymous -- that's the Secret part, after all -- but once the event is over, you can feel free to publish in your usual venues with your name on it!

I don't have time to read that whole wall of text. Can you give the rules in tl;dr format?

Sure!

1. To sign up, make a screened reply in the comments below. Fill out the form (just below this) with all the information. Remember that if you sign up, you are committing to giving someone a gift as well as receiving one.
2. After the sign-ups close on 11/22, you will be contacted by the moderator (me) with the name and request info of your selected Satinalia buddy. Pick one of the three gift ideas, and start writing/drawing.
3. Try to finish your gift by 12/21. When it's finished, reply here (again) anonymously with the fic or a link to your art. The moderator (me) will contact your giftee to let them know that it's ready.
4. After the event is over, you can repost or publish your gift anywhere you like with your name properly on it.
5. All posts on tumblr about this event will use the tag #Handers Secret Satinalia .
6. That's all! Have fun!


To sign up, fill out this form (please answer all the questions!)

1. Tumblr URL?
2. Best way to contact? (e-mail? tumblr message system OK?)
3. Do you prefer M!Hawke/Anders, F!Hawke/Anders, or are equally comfortable with both?
4. Three gift wishes! (At least one of the prompts should be an Art Prompt, and at least one should be a Fic Prompt.)
5.  Notes and No's: Any preferences or dislikes you'd like your Secret Satinalia buddy to observe, such as "no Justice bashing" "no rivalmance please" or "I am okay/not okay with custom Hawkes." Or if you have none, just write a happy Satinalia message!

Any questions? Ask the moderator (me)! Question and answer comments will be un-screened, so that everybody can read them.

Comments

Re: for @audacityinblack ! (part 2)

[(Anonymous)]

--

Talking to Carver rarely ended well even on the best of days. Today was not even close to one of her “best days”.

“So happy Satinalia, brother,” Hawke spat, concluding a ten-minute rant on all the ways Carver was betraying their father, their sister, and even her by his very existence. She, Anders, and Justice had all agreed that while the other two were sneaking into the mages’ quarters, Hawke’s role would be to cause a distraction in the courtyard so no one would notice “Cullen’s” disappearance. Not that all her angry ranting in her younger brother’s direction had been an act. “Such a shame that you joining the Order didn’t end up being an elaborate prank carried out in the spirit of the holiday!”

“Are you done, Lys?” Carver said, looking furious. “Lovely to see you and all, sis, but I could do without all the lectures on how everything I do with my life is wrong.”

Someone cleared their throat behind her, and Hawke turned to see Cullen – no, Anders standing there, still wearing Cullen’s helm. She took a moment to silently thank him for not getting her attention by clapping a gauntleted hand on her shoulder.

“That’s quite enough, Champion,” Anders said in his sternest, most Cullen-y voice. “Carver has duties to return to, and I believe you have a certain apostate to go home to?”

Hawke wasn’t quite able to hide her smile at his words, but Carver – who had snapped to attention at the sight of the knight-captain insignia – looked confused.

“Sir… forgive me, sir, but I was unaware you knew my first name…” He broke off, squinting into the shadowed face of the armored man before him. “…Anders?”

Ice slipped into Hawke’s stomach, and beside her, Anders stiffened. Carver’s expression quickly went incandescent with rage, mirroring Lys at her worst.

“Anders! That is you… what have you done to the Knight-Captain?!”

They’d been found out. Hawke and Anders exchanged one single, terrified look…

…and then they both turned on their heels, sprinting as one to the fortress’s main gate.

“Shit,” Anders panted, struggling to run in his armor, “that… could’ve… That boy will report us!” Justice had taken over, presumably so their body would be able to bear the weight of all that metal. “Lysandra, we have a duty to remain and explain our position to him…”

“Like hell,” Hawke gasped, clutching at a stitch in her side even as she continued to run. “Carver may be my brother, but he’s… hardly the most understanding person in the world…”

The two of them were halfway across the channel before the klaxons started to sound.

--

Hours later, once the hubbub had passed, Hawke and Anders found themselves back in front of the fire at the manor, sharing some of Orana’s leftover shortbread and hoping – praying – that their efforts had helped raise mages’ morale, even temporarily.

That evening in the Gallows, dozens of mages clustered together in their dormitory to marvel over the mysterious gifts that had materialized on the ends of their bunks, to nibble on their crumbly shortbread together and speak in tearful whispers over the messages that had been left them. Though they debated for hours, they were unable to think of a single person, mage or Templar, who would have left Satinalia gifts for them, which meant there must have been a kind benefactor on the outside. For the first time in years, sparks of hope wavered in their breasts.

And if Cullen Rutherford awoke with a massive hangover to find scorch marks marring his once-pristine armor, downy feathers stuck in the links of his mail?

Well. Knowing Lysandra Hawke as he did, he could only be only thankful nothing worse had happened.