VENGEFUL

ANGRY BOY, WITH YOUR HEART CRUSHED IN YOUR FISTS; HERE LIES THE ABYSS. 

[absiinthian]

(hawke, just having slept with anders) i gotta go-  (anders) are you..having regrets??? :(  (hawke, sprinting out the room in his underwear) no i gotta hash out the details with varric before he writes me as a bottom-- 

[the-write-ideas]

Send "Five Times ______ed" for a Drabble of 5 different times our characters... did that.

(based on the “five times kissed” & “five times fucked” etc. memes.)

[absiinthian]

Lost Scene from DA2:

Hawke, disheveled, kicking down the door of the Hanged Man suite, shouting excitedly: VARRIC, I HAD SEX.

Varric, drinks already poured, quill above the parchment, shirt unreasonably open: Tell me everything.

[hellanne]

I loved you head over handles like my first bicycle accident— before the mouthful of gravel and blood, I swore we were flying.

Sierra DeMulder, Cycle of Abuse (via hellanne)

[bunlly]

i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira (via lazypacific)

[luvbey]

*calls you dude and babe in the same sentence*

[absiinthian]

👍 their best friend !

  “--Varric’s been talking about me again, hasn’t he?                                     ---- I bet he wants this for his authors note.”   The Champion raises his brow expectantly, cheeky grin stretched over his face. There’s no true irritation in his voice; how could he be irate when his friend came into topic? He knew that would only fuel Varrics’ love for story-telling and filling people’s heads up with ideas of the stoic heart-of-gold Hawke, deep down, nevermind ; at this point Hawke found it flattering.   “There’s a lot I could say about my eagle-eyed friend.-” Hawke splays out the fingers of both hands, drawing each finger up toward the sky in sequence, a tally-up that ended when he ran out of fingers. “I couldn’t count the amount of times he’s saved my life.” They go back to fold across his chest, point made. “-And I can’t count the amount of times I’ve saved his, either.”   Their bond runs deeper than that; a mutual suffering and survival that’s twisted their fates together in the most amicable of ways. There is no-one he trusts more than Varric Tethras -- and so no-one he felt the need to tell that to other than the dwarf himself.   “..But if you want a real story, I’d suggest buying ‘The Tale of the Champion’. I heard he even thought to include the saucy details, flattering friend that he is.” 

[absiinthian]

☠?

Send a symbol for my muse to talk about... ; ☠- a near death experience.

“Just one? The last 7 day have been nothing but!”         He bares his teeth in a grin. Hawke has had countless brushes with death - it had reached a point where he had given up keeping tally on successes ( or just survivals) and instead focused on what would undoubtedly be the next risk to his life. Would it be exaggerating to say that near death experiences were part of daily life? Probably, but Maker be damned if that was going to stop him. Anyway, it meant that he had a lot of stories to choose from, some equally exaggerated - some made up entirely. This time he felt like a bit of the truth.    “ -Worst encounter? Running from darkspawn way back when, me and-”       The Champions’ features freeze for a moment ( Maker, for a second he could hear the pounding of their footsteps, smell the rotten stench, hear the crack of Carvers bones-),  before he regains his composure and continues. “-me and a group of other travellin’ sorts, you know. Traders, a few locals, the like. Thought we wouldn’t run fast enough to make it to the nearest village.” Hawkes lips purse in a solemn expression. “Some of us didn’t.” 

[userboxer]

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send a symbol for my muse to talk about...

…💓 their crush/partner. … ☠- a near death experience. … 😳 one of their most embarrassing experiences. … 👀 their guilty pleasures. … 💲 their ambition. … 👿 a pet peeve. … 💬 a memory they wish to share. … 👍 their best friend. … ☹  something that scares them. … ☮ what makes them feel peaceful. … 🖋 their hobby.

[absiinthian]

   “-Beats me why we don’t just go in and face the problem head on; sticking things with even sharper things has always been my go-to method.” 

[absiinthian]

finally... i remember how to draw hawke 

[books-n-quotes]

Sometimes, you do things and you do them not because you’re thinking but because you’re feeling. Because you’re feeling too much. And you can’t always control the things you do when you’re feeling too much.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via books-n-quotes)

[femonade-deactivated20190611]

no one asked but i love being bisexual

[absiinthian]

@rotlaust liked for a starter !! 

   The explosion is still ringing in Hawkes ears; chantry bells broken apart by the rumble of broken rocks and distressed screams. Weeks had gone by but it still rang out fresh - the war had only just begun. As much as he tells himself he’s not picking sides, there’s no denying the count; he’s slain far more men and women with robe and staffs than those in armour. It feels cheap - it feels like he’s just angry at one certain mage, lashing out at those who dared share similar abilities. He tells himself that he’s only killing the ones who deserve it; the ones who resort to the most foul of methods.    It might seem counter productive to spill the blood of blood mages - giving them more ammunition, perhaps, in their final moments? he always liked a challenge -- Hawke shakes his head  and unsheathes his dagger, a tactful throw lodging it in the head of his fleeing target. It’s only when he reaches the corpse and yanks the blade out that he notices an onlooker.    -and he’s taunt as a bowstring, spinning with the dagger still wet with blood. Weariness has worn down any surprised expression, instead staring at the stranger with an air of nonchalance. They all fell, eventually. He’d not met a single foe that had struck him down just yet - and that spark of arrogance has him stood tall with his chest puffed out and face set in stone. Champion of Kirkwall, in all his glory, knee deep in mage blood in the middle of uncharted wilderness.

   “... If you’re looking for a fight, you’ve just missed it.” 

[absiinthian]

  – STILL WORKING ON MAKING ACTUAL ICONS and an actual promo (my firstborn lizard to the one who knows how to make semi decent graphics); but until then like this post for a starter! 

[absiinthian]

i've been on the run since I was a boy but now I'm done runnin' got another thing comin'                             watch my enemies get destroyed oh, I've got troubles of more than one kind but I never sleep - gotta bury me six feet deep where the sun don't shine --when I go into that ground I won't go quietly, I'm bringin' my crown When I go into that ground Oh, they gotta bury me, bury me face down