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(Hey guys! I had to send my laptop in to get repaired so I’m going to be away for a bit. Just a heads up and I’m sorry!!)

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Send a ✚ for my muse's reaction to yours walking in on them while they're getting a wound cleaned.

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Bull withholds beer from Krem that night and drags him out of bed before dawn for intensive training the next day. 

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minor pc issues but they're now fixed!! what have i missed did you miss me hi guys c:

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aniimam:

[[ “Well very few people have facial tattoos like mine anyways, so I’m sure most people I stab remember anyways.

I was thinking of getting a Griffon across my chest actually. Since I’m pretty much a Warden for life, I might as well get it tattooed on my body.” ]]

                "That's true. People usually remembered me for the                 big, scary sword and the ridiculous things I used to                 say. It was an accident most of the time, though ---                 it's not like I went out of my way to do it. Most of the time,                 at least. Some things were unavoidable."

                                At least she's still smiling.

                "That might work. You'd be able to show it off to people                 when they ask you what you do for a living. 'Oh, me? I'm                 a Grey Warden. What do you mean you want proof? Well,                 here you go, on my chest---'"

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scield:

            “Damn, you’ve figured me out.” There is a quip on the edge             of her tongue about her and titles, one that he keeps to himself.             Some wounds never stop bleeding, a feeling he knows quite well,             and Alistair will not be the to pour salt on that wound. He leans             back in his chair instead, head cocked to the right. “How am I not             surprised that you’d fight dirty?”

            "You make it so easy! It almost makes it no fun." Hawke is still             grinning, even as she shakes her head and adjusts the cards.             Her eyes flick over him as she goes, careful and considering,             before she lets her smile drop into something a little softer, a             bit more tender. He brings out a side of her she had thought              she had left behind, a long time ago. "It's not fighting dirty. It's             taking advantage of what I can. There's a difference, you know."

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I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

Rumi (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

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'says something i'm giving up on you. i'm sorry that i couldn't get to you. anywhere i would have followed you.'

i had to check to see if i posted a meme or something but!! no!! you're just here to hurt me aren't you!!

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the warden & the champion.

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Anders + The Circle of Magi + The Last Straw

i did this for Januanders.

based on a beautiful illustration by illus-bal. 

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nottheherald:

          A nod is given in agreement. This almost felt like one of her escapes from home when she was younger, just that she had been the one spurring it on and not her company. Joel mostly just had come after her. And she would get the same judgmental faces when she came back — what actually made half of the fun of this.

                    ❝ Run? Yeah I think I might be able to do that. Part of my day to day work consists of running — from demons, templars or whatever is currently attacking us. Or towards them but, yes. Ready when you are. ❞

          Joeliya pushed herself from the wall she had been leaning against with her back and nodded again, waiting for Hawke’s sign to move on with their little personal operation here.

          She grins, her lips quirking up as she lets herself nod back; it's like they have a secret agreement to go out of their way to be extra irritating today. Hawke likes it; she likes the fact that she can roll into this place and wave her hands at Cassandra and prance away with the Inquisitor for a day of fun and pretending the weight of the world isn't on their shoulders for once. She appreciates a break even if no one else realises just how much they need it.

          "You know, I am still technically on the run. If anything this is my daily  life summed up in one little adventure. We should've asked Varric to come alone so that he could narrate it for us -- has he done that to you yet? He'd do these little asides - 'said Hawke, sarcastically' - as if I wasn't there,  saying the sarcastic things." She shakes her head absently. "He was the most distracting pain in the backside."

          Hawke follows, her lips twisting into a grin. She steps up, throwing her arm around the Inquisitor's shoulders. "We're going to be quite the team, aren't we?"

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malefxcar:

     ❝ doesn’t mean i appreciate it anymore      than the next, sister. ❞

        a grunt comes in turn as her pale arm wraps over         the thick build of the man, his head tilting away at         her “affection”.

        however, the scowl smoothes back to a smirk at her         quip, and he’s left shaking his head at her, a hand         pushing marian gently away, freckled face softening         a tad.

        no threats, back on track.

          ❝ if you’re trying to inflate my ego, you’re doing           a rather good job, sis.  everything about me is           indeed strong. ❞

               ❝ so glad you’re finally able to recognize it. ❞

        "It does mean you're obligated to deal with me, though.         Something I intend to take the greatest of advantages of."

Her smile is thin-lipped and teasing as she watches him, her eyes flickering over him even as she leans closer. Just because he isn't fond of her over-affectionate nature when it comes to her family doesn't mean he's going to be able to escape it -- the opposite, really. She'll torture him with it.

Still, she moves when he urges, sighing and putting her hands on her hips as her eyes flicker over his face. At times she just wants to thump him, to see if that would knock a  little sense into his big head.

        "That wasn't my intention, but if that's how you'd like to take         it then I can't stop you. I'd rather you think I was being the nice,         caring sister Hawke than the nasty, 'pulls your hair and calls          your beard ugly' one. Which I never do, by the way. I swear."

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starkhavenshadow:

She laughed lightly; how long had it been since she felt like she could?  She was grateful Sebastian had a friend like this - one to remind him what real people were, and one who knew his limits probably better than he did.              ”Not at all, Serah Hawke, though as her daughter you               would also be an Amell… in blood at least, rather than                name.” Chuckling, she lifted a shoulder in a shrug.  Her ability to tease only goes so far.              ”I jest, of course, but tis not a suggestion without merit.               I’m sure Sebastian would scold me for bringing it up,               jest or not.”                    

That was what Hawke did; making people laugh and question their life choices on a daily basis. She was sure that's why Sebastian kept her around most of the time -- someone had to  bring a little humour and life to the Chantry, no matter how much he adored it, and -- well. She was a pretty face, after all. (A girl could dream, couldn't she?)

              "In blood, of course. Until I get wedded off to the               highest bidder -- I'm sure you know she has an               endless list of suitors for me. I'm not sure if I'm               supposed to be frightened or impressed."

She waves a hand, trying to bite back her grin. The idea of even suggesting it to her mother is, admittedly, quite the thought and she entertains it for a few bare moments.

              "Sebastian would scold us both for teasing each               other, no matter how harmless it might be. Don't               worry about it, though -- I can handle one stern               brother. I've fought demons."

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sws for you and your sister pls

Give me a character or a ship???? and I'll reply with a six word story about them.

when they flew with clipped wings, they f e l l

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dalxsh:

And there it was. The set up was so perfect that she could                barely contain herself. She leaned forward on the                table and rested her chin on her hands, grinning roguishly                at the Champion.                “Don’t you mean go home to go hard?”                      Nailed it.

               She pauses for a moment, tilting her head, watching                Dalish, before her lips turn down and she sits back,                arms crossing over her chest. When she speaks, it's                more than just a little petulant.                               "Why didn't I think of that?"