i hate game of thrones but the scene where brienne hits pod Really Hard and tormund is like ‘ur a lucky man’, thats rowan maric and loghain
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i hate game of thrones but the scene where brienne hits pod Really Hard and tormund is like ‘ur a lucky man’, thats rowan maric and loghain
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follow my rowan board. or ur fake.
bioware and gaider openly and constantly erase rowan and her presence and impact on the dragon age universe but i wont ^______^ and if you do i’ll hardblock you!
miss me with this ‘rowan resents alistair’ bull, absolutely not. she would’ve loved that boy! it doesn’t matter if maric would’ve slept with someone else, if she were alive, alistair is just a child, it isn’t his fault that his dad is a fuckboy, rowan loves kids and she would’ve loved him. she would have wanted him to stay at the castle with them and be raised alongside cailan.
DM: A thousand thanks, Lady Caroline, for the service you’ve done me.
CH: A small service.
DM: No one has ever done more.
mama here with a starter call.
Outside the tent, Rowan watched in stony silence as the lantern light within was extinguished. She wore a red dress of silk, a Calabrian garment that bared her shoulders. The sharp-faced woman who sold it to her had pointed out that Rowan was too muscled to wear such a dress, that her shoulders were too broad. The silk felt luxurious against her skin, however, so much different from the leather and metal she was used to. So she had bought it despite the woman, though she had never once had the occasion to wear it since.
What took you so long?
Kwenthrith in 4.02 “Kill the Queen”
a quick doodle of rowan when loghain saw her for the first time, described as having a chin to die for and strong, sculpted, high cheekbones, frizzy curly hair stuck to sweaty skin and an intense stare
favourite lovers: part 4. lady marian / guy of gisborne
without her, my world may as well turn to ash.
@bloodblighted.
felix alexius, magisters son, tevinter. rowan has never had much of an opinion on the imperium -- if it did not affect ferelden, she did not deign to regard it in depth, not when she was queen. but that is her title no more, she is merely rowan of the wardens, and she is nearing her death. she feels the taint stirring inside her. she seeks to make it to the end of this war before she follows the calling to her grave.
she knows of the boy, if only because of his interactions with the inquisition that she now inadvertently serves. those fools at adamant -- but the inquisition is not a cruel master.
rowan seats herself, and her lunch, beside him, leaving enough space that she should not invade his comfort. ‘ --- you are the magisters son, yes? ‘ there is no hidden intent in the query, nothing malicious about her. rowan opens her heel of bread between her thumbs. ‘ do you believe what is said of the herald of andraste? ‘
the dresses and robes rowan wears as queen are often concealing of her physique. they drape from her arms and graze her hips, they dip around her neck. they do not show her strong, muscled shoulders or back, her tight abdomen and solid legs. her body is still a point of self consciousness -- rowan does not love herself as she should, self esteem impacted by a life time of being shunted for her strength.
My top three feminist exploitations of male-default language. (Insp)
Mary Lambert, turning “Teenage Dirtbag” into the angsty lesbian ballad it was always supposed to be.