#hawkc

[rookedcrow]

varric’s flair for storytelling was unparalleled, that much she’d known for certain ( as was probably his ability to embellish some of those stories as a way to see how much she’d believe, even if he insisted that every single word was the honest truth ). over the past six months, she’d heard quite a few of them --- there’s little else to do while traveling between cities, after all --- stories about the inquisition, the inner circle — their target now and who varric had thought he’d been all those years ago. finding herself a second hand copy of hard in hightown had meant asking varric to go back a little further; all the way back to kirkwall and the free marches. which meant stories about one champion of kirkwall.

qunari … mercenaries … blood mages … though she could probably do without hearing about the assassins he’d sorted out. ( but they couldn’t have been fellow crows, right? she’d heard plenty about contracts taken out on the inquisitor, but never any coming from kirkwall. but if she’s wrong ... that might make things just a little bit awkward. )

“see that’s where you’re wrong,” she offers him a cup before she starts pouring another for herself. it may not be a bottle of kirkwall select 9:36, but it’ll do in a pinch. “if there’s one thing i’ve learned over the last few months, it’s the value of a good story. and maybe some decent wine and cheese to go with them.”

@hawkc / cont from here.

[emwrcte]

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 | Accepting | @hawkc

𝙎𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧. Too fringe to be Dalish, too Dalish to be a city-elf. Her traditions were old, and simultaneously not traditional enough. She was praised and thanked by the Dalish for granting them land, yet settle in it. She was Elven. Foreign to all but her people who made their home deep within the Hundred Pillars, a relic of an age long past and a people now fractured beyond repair. To all but a few, she is a name in a textbook. Irrelevant after her deeds during the Fifth Blight. Her honorific more than her name or her face; but this suites her just fine.

It has been over a decade since that time, and has felt every hour of her age. Dreams plague her sleep  faces haunt her; the only demons able to assail her soul those which do not exist in the fade. A different kind of blight assaults the people she once was prepared to die for. Bound by solemn oath, she had made her way along worn she had not seen in near eleven years. And that is when she meets the stranger, on the road from Kirkwall. 

He is a mage, like her and also not. Traveling the road in silence, merely going the same direction until nightfall and rain forced their shelter. She opens merely with a question of his origin, and his destination. He gets to the first part, and she pauses. Lothering. She recalls not what it was like when she arrived, but what she found when the horde was done. Her hands stop, unease causing a gentle placement of the kindling next to the embers of flame as the fire became stoked. She does not hear his answer in regards to his destination over the voices that cannot speak yet echo nonetheless in her mind. But his face is unfamiliar to her.

 〞I know of the place. Ir abelas, Shemlen ( I'm sorry, quick child ). 〞Her voice indicates no desire to return, however. Moreover, her speech sets her apart from most southern Dalish instantly, the pronunciation of Elven different entirely. And spoken with different understanding. It is literal; even 'Shemlen' spoken with true intent. The tongue is fluid, and leaves her with grace and ease Common does not. 〞May the Gods rest the souls of her people. You have my deepest prayers. But I must beg your forgiveness, and ask you repeat yourself. Where was it you said you were destined? The past clouded my mind, for but a moment.  〞

[coldjustness-archive]

"You are here, I assume, to pay respects to Varric?"

@hawkc / liked for a one liner - accepting.

[wiedzm1n]

starter for @hawkc

the  tavern  was  quiet.  the  atmosphere  —  although  both  scarcely  populated  —  was  a  stark  contrast  from  the  one  outside.  such  was  the  unfortunate  way  during  war.  some  chose  to  grieve,  while  others,  like  warden  geralt  and  hawke  chose  the  opposite.   ❝  don’t  mistake  my  calmness  for  an  absence  of  empathy.  war  is  terrible.  and  a  war  with  gods?   ❞   even  worse.  but  he  didn’t  even  need  to  verbalize  that  much.  it  was,  no  doubt,  crystal  clear  in  the  way  that  he  leaned  back  in  his  chair,  sighing  deeply  before  downing  his  mug.

[iniziare]

An ensemble caught the rays of dim light like a flare (you could believe it intentional by the Maker, truly) to reveal it: gold quilted fabric, a shoulder laced in intricate design, a dragon embroidered in exquisite detail— ah yes, the unmistakable Tevinter flair. Subtlety, as always, was not on the itinerary. And as the length of his necklace found itself caught in tangle amidst the empty spaces of his fingers, a glance was most certainty taken note of.

The quirk of a brow certainly said more than words could ever manage, and yet, who was Dorian, of House Pavus, if not a man to outdo himself on all occasions? “Ah, yes,” his voice dripped in melodrama already. "The embroidery really does scream ‘Tevinter villain,’ doesn’t it? The dragon was entirely my idea however, so points for artistry go to yours truly." But then came the sigh, ever laced in the dramatic fatigue that was him most utterly, and at that, the tome in his book closed with a prompt gesture. “Let’s get this over with, shall we? I’m Tevinter, and you are simply appalled. But before you start crafting my inevitable villain monologue, allow me to point out, that I am quite possibly the least threatening thing in your immediate vicinity.”

The smirk that ensued was one of practiced charm, though a gleam in his eye was one of certain challenge: “Now, shall we skip to the part where you begrudgingly tolerate me, or do you need a moment?"

Starter call: Dorian // @hawkc

[dcvium]

@hawkc liked for a Nim!

"Oh, no. No. I'm not in charge. They just like saying I am because my hand glows." Truthfully, it was a team effort with no true leader. Cullen, Josephine, Leliana--- they were as much in charge as she was. She just got a say, they were the specialists.

[trvstydwarf]

continued from @hawkc

There were a million other options Varric would have chosen before this one, if he could. For everything that happened in Kirkwall, all the shit his friend had been dragged through—blamed for, idolized for, made to clean up after—this was one more problem they had no right to throw at his feet. Had it been possible, he would never have dragged Hawke here.

Unfortunately, these were desperate times. One did not get to be picky when it came to saving the world. They had to work with what they had, and Hawke was needed. He was always needed.

Just once, Varric wished that wasn't the case.

A sympathetic smile tugged at the corners of his lips, almost a grimace. "How could I ever forget?" he answered wryly. His eyes were fixed on the champion, studying the signs of exhaust on him. "Drinks sound great. You going to be okay getting to bed?"

[sinworn]

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖆𝖟𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊 ?

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞'𝖗𝖊   𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌   :   it's   not   just   the   way   they're   at   rest.   it's   that   they're   at   rest   with   you.   it's   not   just   that   they're   safe   but   that   they   feel   safe   enough   to   let   you   see   them   like   this.   it's   trust   &   it's   intimacy.   you're   not   sure   you're   ready   for   them   to   see   the   emotions   in   your   eyes   right   now.   they've   been   through   enough.   you   both   have.   sometimes   it   scares   you   just   how   much   you   love   them.   it   terrifies   you   that   you   feel   happy   as   they   lay   there,   eyes   closed   &   hair   a   little   messy.   their   features   twitch   &   you   know   they're   dreaming.    it   scares   you   because   if   you   fall   asleep   too   you   won't   have   a   nightmare   tonight.   you'll   dream   of   them.   or   nothing   at   all.   either   way   it   will   make   you   need   them   more.   you're   not   supposed   to   need   anyone   but   it's   them.   you   want   to   hold   them   in   your   arms   &   never   let   go.   you   want   to   protect   them   but   you   know   they   want   to   protect   you   too.   this   is   the   kind   of   love   you   long   for   &   it's   the   kind   which   will   hurt   if   you   lose   it.   but   here   you   are   anyway.   it's   too   late   now.   you're   glad   it's   too   late   to   go   back.

tagged by : stolen from @heireign tagging : @legacysouls @b1oodburned @sunsseer @hawkc @tooxldtorememxer & anyone else.

[lone-blade]

@hawkc | starter call

It's the same feeling as when he was on the battlefield that day. The bubbling rage, used in part to mask the swelling sorrow in the pit of his stomach---and the fear. It would have taken five of his comrades to hold him down if a single one of them had the courage. Carver clamors his way out of the Deep Roads and begins the trek to Kirkwall within moments of receiving the letter penned with his name.

Very little crosses his mind on the journey; no matter its length in time that anger simmers in the bellows of his belly like a reactive alchemic solution. All he needed was the spark for it to blow.

That spark comes in the form of his brother; hunched over himself in the rooms of the family estate. Carver does not knock, does not acknowledge any other living soul should they be present.

" USELESS. " a single word; biting, angry, and pointedly mean. Carver knows his brother brandishes the guilt.

Carver does not care.

" The last of us remaining and you can't even be bothered to protect her!" his voice echoes; a raging cacophony of a boy hurt by...everything. Most of all, his brother. " This --- " the letter is brandished, dug out from between the openings in his armor. " This is YOUR fault. Your doing ! " the parchment is tossed down on the bed next to Hawke.

[rookedcrow]

PEOPLE I WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

last song I listened to : the ghost of you - MCR ( im deep in nostalgia mode lately )

favorite colours : black, cool purples and pink

currently watching : emilia cutscenes to gif ( i apologize in advance for how many there will be )

last movie / tv show i watched : hubby started watching shōgun the other night and i was in the room so i suppose that counts

spicy / savory / sweet : only because sour isn't on here, i'll go with savory.

relationship status : dibs have been called and honored.

last thing i googled : kate siegel 2016 saturn awards ( i'm ... always googling her )

current obsession : hello have you seen my daughter emilia rosa de riva i will hold her up like that otter mom holding up her baby for all to see

tagged by @hawkc ty! 💜😘

[emwrcte]

PEOPLE I WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

last song I listened to : Ripples in the Sand - Hans Zimmer.

favorite colours : blue, bronze, white.

currently watching : Seven Samurai (1954) - Akira Kurosawa .

last movie / tv show i watched : Mythbusters .

spicy / savory / sweet : Spicy/Savory combo.

relationship status : Single!

last thing i googled : Garrus Vakarian (for iconing).

current obsession : DM'ing my three games because I enjoy running more than I enjoying playing tabletop at this point.

Tagged by: @hawkc (tysm!!!)

Tagging: @multiiplied / @plasticsouled / @taleswritten / @hifimuses / @memcria / @fifthimpact / @dhampirul / @pompedia & anyone else who wants to do and and wants!! Tagging YOU!!!

[wiedzm1n]

how do you need to be touched?

cautiously.

your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back… a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

tagged by : @hawkc tagging : @intothewildsea , @magcna , @wulfmaed , @breathandshadow , you if you want

[suledine]

PEOPLE I WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

last song I listened to : give by sleep token.

favorite colours : purple, blue, green .

currently watching : lilsimsie's cursed sims legacy challenge on youtube.

last movie / tv show i watched : rite here rite now .

spicy / savory / sweet : sweet 100%.

relationship status : single & looking.

last thing i googled : ffxiv housing lottery schedule.

current obsession : currently knee deep in ffxiv again.

tagged by : @juneforged tagging : @fadesleft @hawkc @turlums @palespawn @fortunesblade & you !

[dcvium]

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: Lewind, Lew.

roleplayer pronouns: she / her

muse name: Nimue Moonwillow

preferred communication: I'm all over the place, but IMs work.

experience: Let's see... started rping my girl Lewind back in 2006 on World of Warcraft. Moved onto forum boards after that. Was part of the 'Literate' rp scene for a while. Then popped up on Tumblr in late 2012.

preferred roleplay type: I try to do 1-3 paras, typically.

pet peeves & dealbreakers: pro-shipping and people who say you're 'just too sensitive". Like, maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but if you think people are too sensitive for you, maybe you're just an asshole?

plots or memes: I like both, but I really wanna babble. Come to me and tell me your headcanons, link me your aesthetics. Let me babble in return. I just wanna viiiibe.

are you like your muse?: Well, I can't say I have voices in my head, luckily. However, I am autistic and pull traits from my own experiences with that for Nimue. I prefer working in the confines of what I know, rather than risking doing it wrong. I think I put a little of myself in every character I play. Just facets. Pieces. Never anywhere close to the whole, though. I don't need to be airing out my self hatred like that. *finger guns*

tagged by: @hawkc <3 tagging: @personaei, @wolf-eyes-wolf-soul, @starwrittenfates, & whoever

[magicalled-archive]

@hawkc​ | cont.

     “ i DID !!! “

      a pout & a huff; she felt like a child being SCOLDED now.    & the fact that she was being made to feel this way by one of    her childhood heroes only made the whole situation WORSE.    it was hard to keep her composure, she felt herself starting to slip. 

      & she was about to argue more, but she held back when    she heard the concern in his voice at his next words. slightly    softer, not by much, but she was receptive enough to CALM    herself & finally notice the burn on her upper arm. she lifted up    her sleeve to reveal charred flesh. it wasn’t the worst injury she    could get, but left unattended could lead to a nasty scar.

     “  andraste’s tits, i didn’t even feel that thing. “

[upperaedirn]

@hawkc || continued from here

“Peace,” she answered quietly as she stepped closer to the man addressing her and into the light. “Order. People not killing each other in the streets and whole villages not being burned down to the ground. I believe that’s a common cause, yes?”

Saskia lowered her hood then, allowing the torchlights to illuminate her features. She was wearing armor under her maroon traveling cloak, her sword ever-present, sheathed at her hip. 

Offering the briefest of smiles, she nodded with courtesy in his direction. “My name is Saskia. It wasn’t you specifically I was searching for. I was on a different trail in the area when I happened to hear some interesting rumors about Kirkwall’s Champion. I take it the gossip was true?”