here lies the abyss.

❝ there are men who struggle against destiny, and yet achieve only an early grave. there are men who flee destiny, only to have it swallow them whole. and there are men who embrace destiny, and do not show their fear. // garrett hawke of dragon age ii. previously polubog. penned by zacharie.

[abysslain]

im so sorry i disappeared, a lot of stuff has been going on in my life and ive been too drained for tumblr rp right now.

[abysslain]

im still alive! my writing muse is still pbbt right now but im working on it. these next few weeks are also gonna be really busy for me too so. oof

[abysslain]

My goal was bigger than revenge

sarah j. mass. accepting. @fractalmind

        “------I know.”

       It’s said so softly, almost distantly. Eyes look anywhere but the other, focused far ahead of where they sit. In the distance, he thinks he can see dark, moving figures beneath the glow of the moons. Perhaps it’s just his eyes playing tricks on him. Perhaps he’s just being paranoid. Gaze flickers down to his lap, his hands curling, the pointed tips of his gauntlets sharp through the material of his gloves; clenched any tighter, and they might pierce through and break the skin.

       Bigger than revenge. It was never about just revenge, no matter what line that spirit may have crossed. It was about revolution. It was about freedom. Hope.

       The anger has... mostly subsided now, even if the hurt still lingers, because he understands. And if he knew, if he knew--- well, who is to say he wouldn’t have helped willingly? Maybe Anders knew that, maybe he was trying to keep him as safe as he could. Away from whatever damage caused by his actions.

       ( Even though he himself had caused more damage to the city than he'll ever forgive himself for; a corrupt city that desperately needed change, change he thought he could bring, but even he couldn’t save it. )

       “You didn’t have to do it alone.” Finally he brings himself to look at Anders. It’s easier now. “I would have gladly remained at your side, you know. If you had told me more.”

[abysslain]

i think hawke knows the entirety of the andraste's mabari song but he only ever sings it if he gets drunk enough and also cries while doing it

[abysslain]

hopefully in the next few days i can muster up some energy to do some writing but in the MEANTIME if anyone wants to follow me on twitter or my main blog, and if mutuals wanna add me on discord.....

[abysslain]

Large gremlin .

[vaememes]

* sarah j. mass's book prompts.

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

❛ We need hope, or else we cannot endure. ❜

❛ Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy. ❜

❛ Pity those who don’t feel anything at all. ❜

❛ You look … better than before. ❜

❛ Was that a compliment? ❜

❛ We need hope, or else we cannot endure. ❜

❛ Well, good-bye for now. ❜

❛ Do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜

❛ Do you ever stop being such a prick? ❜

❛ I would have been gentle with you, though.. ❜

❛ When you healed my arm…You didn’t need to bargain with me. ❜

❛ You could have demanded every single week of the year. ❜

❛ It wasn’t entirely a question, but I needed the answer. ❜

❛ You can leave if you’re just going to insult me. ❜

❛ I could imagine very easily how much I would hate him. ❜

❛ That damned bitch is running me ragged. ❜

❛ I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.. ❜

❛ I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. ❜

❛ So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn. ❜

❛ I’d long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it. ❜

❛ I doubt you’ll be saying that when I take you to the Night Court. ❜

❛ You didn’t tell me this would happen. ❜

❛ You didn’t ask. So how am I to blame? ❜

❛ I’d want someone to hold my hand until the end. ❜

A COURT OF MIST AND FURY

❛ To the people who look at the stars and wish. ❜

❛ To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered. ❜

❛ I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us. ❜

❛ I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. ❜

❛ I was a survivor, and I was strong. ❜

❛ I would not, could not be broken. Tamed. ❜

❛ There are good days and hard days for me—even now. ❜

❛ Don’t let the hard days win. ❜

❛ My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant. ❜

❛ No one was my master— but I might be master of everything. ❜

❛ There are different kinds of darkness. ❜

❛ It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. ❜

❛ There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes. ❜

❛ I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you. ❜

❛ I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. ❜

❛ My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds. ❜

❛ I realized—I realized how badly I’d been treated before. ❜

❛ I rarely went outside at night—usually, I was so tired from hunting. ❜

❛ I didn’t particularly care for them, anyway. ❜

❛ I wonder if I was looking for this place—looking for you all. ❜

❛ I knew you could take care of yourself. ❜

❛ I would have torn apart the world to get you back.. ❜

❛ I’m thinking that I want you so badly I can’t concentrate. ❜

❛ Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good. ❜

A COURT OF WINGS AND RUIN

❛ Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you. ❜

❛ It’s a rare person to face who they are and not run from it - not be broken by it. ❜

❛ Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged. ❜

❛ I believe everything happens for a reason. ❜

❛ My own power would have consumed me long ago. ❜

❛ I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to…  ❜

❛ Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal. ❜

❛ What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength. ❜

❛ I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. ❜

❛ You belong to all of us, and we belong to you. ❜

❛ When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds. ❜

❛ We’re all a broken, in our own ways - In places no one might see. ❜

❛ A thousand years. ❜

❛ One life may change the world. ❜

❛ Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty. ❜

❛ My goal was bigger than revenge. ❜

❛ My purpose greater than personal retribution. ❜

❛ Words had become as foreign and hard to reach as the stars.. ❜

❛ We don’t have the luxury of good ideas—only picking between the bad ones. ❜

❛ I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together. ❜

❛ Because I can’t stay away. ❜

❛ Leave this world… a better place than how you found it. ❜

❛ I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative. ❜

❛ I would clean my blades, and wash the blood from my skin. ❜

[video-game-jams]

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[oneweekmp3]

isn’t it just wild how we can just… choose to live life through a lens of love? like isn’t it absolutely bonkers that we can just…….. make love a priority? that we can just orient ourselves around unabashed and wholehearted love? that we can pour love into art and people and life and just…. that can be how it is?

[abysslain]

A gentle hand rests on his shoulder, fond contact intended as a warm presence. "You're so strong, brother, I can't imagine going through everything you have in these last few years. Mother and father would be proud of you, I think. I know I am."

        The touch, with all its gentleness, feather-light and kind, warm, reassuring, still makes him tense for but a moment. Not because it’s unwelcome, but because touch is something so scarce nowadays that he’s forgotten what that close contact means when it isn’t with the intention to hurt. But she’s his sister, his little sister, so kind and thoughtful, strong and witty, and she’s grown so much from the soft-faced apostate she was when they first arrived in Kirkwall. She would never hurt him.

       Garrett takes a deep breath, tension seeping from his shoulders. His parents, returned to the Maker’s embrace, proud of him; Bethany, proud of him. Maybe Carver is, too, even if he’d never admit it. And he’s proud, too. It shows in the shine of his eyes when he looks at what’s left of his family. They’ve all gone through so much, haven’t they?

       “Beth–” He manages a hoarse laugh, then turns to face her fully. Both his hands rest on her upper arms, the touch gentle but protective. Ah, she’s still so much smaller than him, barely reaching his shoulder. He fears if he’s too rough he may break her in two ( it’s always been like that, and she always insists he has nothing to worry about; the Hawke family were never fragile, regardless of size ). “You don’t know how proud I am of you.”

       There is an aching tenderness in his voice, love spilling forth from his chest. Garrett moves one hand to stroke her hair, tucking strands behind her ear. Then he draws her in, tucks her against the broad plane of his chest, hunching over enough that he can rest his chin on her shoulder. When they were younger, he’d often playfully pick her off of the ground in his embraces, like she weighed nothing. He considers that now, but decides to forgo it for the time being.

       “You’re stronger than you think, and I’m so proud. Don’t forget that. But I’ll–” He can’t help but laugh. “Your big brother’s always going to be here to protect you if you need it.”

@hopewrought im crying

[abysslain]

hawke: *meets anders*

hawke:

[goldpersonified]

softness / tenderness and unremitting strength are not mutually exclusive, i am both soft and strong with equal intensity

[pepegle]

[theosvangogh-deactivated2021041]

ANTON CHEKHOV, Uncle Vanya tr. Hugh Aplin

[abysslain]

redemptior‌:

               HE SCOFFS, a weak sort of scoff, like one does after losing a game of chess. hawke reminds him of a bad tattoo, the way he’s always under your skin, no matter how much you wish he wasn’t. cullen runs a gloved hand through his hair, attempting to fix what damage is done from the cold breeze.

                   "          I WAS glad to be rid of the situation at kirkwall, though i regret being unable to assist rebuilding the destruction meredith caused. but cassandra called me to what is a higher purpose. one we both seem to be obliged to align ourselves with. despite our.. differences.“

                 WAS THERE a bite to that statement? he hopes there was.

                    "          GLAD YOU could take time off from traipsing around maker knows where to help. there was quite a fuss concerning your whereabouts before the conclave.”

       There is no need to tell Cullen about his reservations about the Inquisition, that he’s only here because of Varric and a sense of obligation, as the very being they’re trying to take down is the one he failed to kill once before. It would only make the tension worse, and it’s already drawn so tight, ready to snap. It wouldn’t look good for one of the Inquisitor’s advisers and the former Champion to get into a scuffle.

      “Traipsing around is certainly one way to put it,” he says, followed by a low hum. No one knows what he was doing, no one but his old companions. Traveling the southern countryside, assisting fleeing mages, meeting with Wardens once the sky tore open. Many wanted him dead, so he kept his head low at all times. And those that didn’t want him dead, well... “I know the Seeker was looking for me. It’s good that she’s found someone more suited to lead this little army.”

      No ounce of condescension in his voice, because he means it. A good army needs a good leader, and it seems they’ve found one. He doesn’t think he’s cut out for that, no matter what others say. Keeping his small group from throttling each other before they finally got along was hard enough.

      “Probably wouldn’t look good to have me of all people in charge. Bossing you around would’ve been fun, though.”

[abysslain]

vairuler‌:

｡ﾟﾟ          GAZE          OF          THE          FLEETING          SUN          CARESSES          HER       ,          THIS          perfumed          paradise       ,          tinting          frame          with          ｇｏｌｄｅｎｒｏｄ          haze  .          siren          of          barkhans                    /                    monarch          of          𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞                    /                    darling          of          𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤  .          she          bathes          in          spilled          amber         rays       ,            wielding          a          portrait          to          𝓖𝓝𝓐𝓦          dreams  .       ❝          hyrule          is          a          well          suited          location          for          a          𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢          𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕  .          you          are          never          𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚          here       ;          even          if          it          seems          otherwise  .         ❞          lambent     -     lit          pools          like          molten          𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘴       ,          wrought     -     gold       ,          𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹          *          the          pearly         symphony          of         her         tongue  .      ❝          ghouls                    &                    monsters        𝚊𝚛𝚎          𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜          𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐          in         the          dark       ,           awaiting          their          opportunity  .          people          will         come                    &                     go          —–           —-          –       ❞

                       ❝          —–           —-          –          ｂｕｔ          ｎｅｖｅｒ          ｔｈｅｍ  .         ❞

@abysslain​         𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬          𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧         ♡     .    .     .     !

        The sky is a clear blue and the sands shift golden, sparkling around them. Sun merciless, but the heat is nothing to him --- not even with his heaviest armor. The perks of dragonhood, he supposes, to be able to bear the heat of the desert and the heat of the volcano. Hyrule, Hyrule, Hyrule; a land full of myth and legend, of heroes and princesses and a cycle of light and dark. He’s been here a long time, seen many things, but he’s scarcely seen the girl with fiery hair and sharp eyes piercing beneath her veil. She’s beautiful, it’s no surprise, but her beauty does not change the fact she carries the scent of death with her.

        Dragons only reveal themselves to good people, or so they say. Not entirely true, they simply reveal themselves to... anyone they please. And he isn’t about to reveal his true identity just yet. People are unpredictable. He’d like to keep his scales.

        Hawke ( Garrett Hawke, a name he took a long, long time ago to blend in with the mortals of Hyrule, so long ago he’s almost forgotten the name his mother gave him upon his hatching ) scratches idly at his scruffy jaw. “Is that how you greet everyone?” How does the princess want him to react, he wonders? All she’s met with is the same tired eyes, the same gentle voice with a humorous lilt as everyone else is. “A simple ‘hello’ is fine. I already know what watches me in the dark.”

[cassandrapentayaaaaas]

DA:I OC codex prompts

(based off of excellent ideas in THIS post)

Have fun!

something written about your OC by the cook

something written about your OC by a shop keeper

writing found in your OC’s trash can

something written on a statue dedicated to your OC

a note/letter found in your OC’s pocket

something written by your OC in response to an honor they’re being awarded

something written by a diplomat who has stayed at Skyhold

something written about one of your OC’s regrets

something written about one of your OC’s proudest accomplishments

something written by one of the advisors about your OC

slander written about your OC

propaganda written in support of your OC

something written about your OC in the two years between defeating Corypheus and the beginning of Trespasser

something written about your OC, post-Trespasser

something written to your OC by a younger member of their family 

something written to your OC by an older member of their family