GOLD & GLORY . / /

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﹏𓊝﹏☸ 𝐃𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐓 . PRIVATE ISABELA , FROM DRAGON AGE

BY HAWKE. 21 + | CARRD | RULES | HEADCANONS | RP MEMES

AFFILIATED WITH : @theviscuntess , @coldjustness , @divinesleft , @afraidofchange .

QUICK LINK RULES ;

▍ ❝   RULE ONE.

I block openly and freely at this point. I'll probably explain if you send an ask, but don't count too much on it. I'm not here to play babysitter or hold peoples hands atp, and I'm going to protect my peace at all costs. Similarly, if you softblock me, I'll hard block you back. Nothing personal, just not interested in internet tag.

▍ ❝   RULE TWO.

I know Isabela's bi, but for my own comfort, I'll be writing her as sapphic / leaning into a sapphic portrayal. I prefer writing wlw ships, so sincerely, it's nothing personal. I'd be open to bi ships with the right people, but for the most part, she's gonna hoist the colors (lesbian flag).

▍ ❝   RULE THREE.

Don't flirt with me OOC, and don't be pushy / weird out of character. I know I shouldn't have to say this, and usually it's a given, but here we are. If you spam me, I will hard block you.

▍ ❝   RULE FOUR.

Do not bring hate, drama, or any kind of politics to my account. I don't care if you dislike a character, muse, politician, or mun. I have enough going on OOC that I don't need my escape to be littered with IRL drama as well. Unless someone is genuinely causing harm to the community, I would ask that a kind refrain is offered my way when it comes to drama

▍ ❝   Note ; this does not apply to telling me that I'm following someone problematic. If I happen to be following ANYONE that's turned out to be harmful, please give me the details with proof and I will unfollow / distance from them.

▍ ❝   RULE FIVE.

If I'm not vibing with your response, I am allowed to not answer. You're welcome to ask me why I'm not picking up a thread, and I'll usually answer! However, if the idea of someone just not responding to your ask upsets you, this might not be the account for you.

Similarly, if I find out you've spoken ill of me over this rule, I will block you.

▍ ❝   RULE SIX.

I am incredibly shy. Please just talk to me before you talk shit about me, we're grown people rapidly approaching 30.

▍ ❝   RULE SEVEN.

If you are incapable of communication with respect to your boundaries as well as mine, then we will not get along, and I don't want you on my account. I don't expect everyone to be able to communicate perfectly, but I expect an attempt. If this is too much, please DNI.

[duelst]

fame vs. fortune

[fireballbap]

forgot i can post art on tumblr

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what if i told u all that i have stage fright now and need morana balkanska to hold my hand, what then

[theviscuntess]

straight from morana balkanska

[duelst]

what if i told u all that i have stage fright now and need morana balkanska to hold my hand, what then

[mad-hatter-memes]

Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that!

( Ex: "You look like you bite people." or "You look like you get mad when someone doesn't say "bless you" when you sneeze." )

[raesource]

injury / injured prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles .

👕 Blood seeps through receiver's shirt from a fresh stab wound.

🗡️ Press a bladed weapon into the receiver’s side.

🤕 Peel back the receiver’s bandage to reveal the infected wound underneath.

💉 Inject a painkiller into the receiver’s arm.

🏹 Yank an arrow out of the receiver’s shoulder with a swift pull.

🪢 Wrap a makeshift tourniquet around the receiver’s thigh.

🔥 Cauterize the receiver’s wound with a hot blade.

🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek.

🦴 Snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place.

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

🔫 Press the barrel of a gun against the receiver’s fresh bullet wound.

😴 Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight.

🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.

💥 Slam the receiver into the ground hard enough to crack a rib.

🔪 Drag the tip of a knife slowly across the receiver’s forearm.

🩹 Apply pressure to the deep slash on the receiver’s abdomen.

🦵 Kick the receiver while they’re down.

🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb.

🔄 Twist the knife embedded in the receiver’s shoulder.

🧑‍⚕️ Lay the receiver on a operating table under harsh light.

🪏 Dig fingers into the receiver’s wound to retrieve a bullet fragment.

✂️ Clean and cut dried blood from the receiver’s matted hair.

👊 Punch the receiver to give them a black eye.

🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs.

🧼 Help the receiver shower / bathe after they get hurt.

[ruushes]

in the art book it's mentioned that they considered having morrigan and isabela as dai-style advisors, and you know what that means. ultimate-sacrificed or succumbed-to-the-calling hof-romanced morrigan and left-in-the-fade hawke-romanced isabela middle-aged widow yuri. is what that means.

[staellerum]

some art from the past couple of weeks~

my art—don’t steal or reblog

[malmyeong]

( 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 )

HANA. AGE UNDISCLOSED. CONTRACTED TO KITTY AS A LIVE AND RECORDING GUITARIST. SONGAKSI.

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 )

home. rules. blogroll. affiliates. statistics. headcanon masterpost.

( 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 )

loved by georgia. she/her. pst. 21+. sideblog. follows back from @neomsabyeok.

( 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 )

graphics by calisverse

[duelst]

sorry for the silence. i'll write something soon.

[neomsabyeok]

MIDAS TOUCH, GOT YOU COMIN' BACK FOR MORE; independent, mutuals-only KANG RUMI of huntrix. headcanon based, written by georgia (she/her, 21+) ADDICTED TO ME.

[duelst]

clocking in for hawkebela scissorcon 2025 tomorrow

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WITH MINE. WITH HAWKE. WITH MARIAN-

isabela   is   still   learning   how   to   find   comfort   in   the   notion   of   belonging.   not   the   chains-and-collars   sort,   nor   the   kind   that   asks   her   to   choose   between   the   ocean   and   her   rough-spun   edges,   sanded   down   for   someone   else's   convenience.   just   this.   a   quieter   gravity.   the   sort   that   encourages   her   to   anchor   without   ever   forcing   her   hand.   the   kind   of   belonging   that   slows   her   steps   without   thought,   yet   keeps   her   sharp   enough   to   navigate   lowtown   with   something   other   than   the   next   drop   of   mead   on   her   mind.   the   kind   of   home   hawke   provides.

it   feels   good.   dangerously   so.

home   never   meant   much   to   her,   at   least   not   in   ways   that   tugged   her   back.   yes,   her   lifestyle   was   luxurious,   her   stations   always   boasting   their   own   particular   charm,   but   comfort   was   sealed   behind   the   cracked   neck   of   a   bottle.   obscured   by   the   dense   smoke   of   a   half-burned   cigar   that   was   never   hers   to   begin   with.   a   bed   she   rarely   returned   to   more   than   twice   in   a   season.

this,   though.   this...   place.   it   carried   more   than   her   own   charms   hewn   into   it.   mabari   fur   and   ink-stained   parchment   mingled   with   incense   and   candle   smoke,   warm   laughter   bleeding   into   the   edges   of   occasional   arguments.   paperwork   bred   on   a   shared   desk   like   stubborn   vermin,   appearing   precisely   when   either   of   them   thought   they   had   escaped   it.   irritating.   grounding.   uniquely   hers.

hawke's,   too.

maybe   that's   the   part   that   tightens   her   chest,   just   a   touch.   the   part   she   laughs   off   with   a   flush   to   her   cheeks,   a   quip   too   sharp   to   admit   how   much   she   loves   it,   and   a   hand   slipping   past   the   other's   reach   for   a   bottle   of   spiced   rum.   because   being   wanted   is   one   thing;   being   kept   is   another,   heavier   thing   entirely.   marian   doesn't   cage.   she   anchors.   lets   bela   drift   through   crowds   and   tides   alike,   and   when   the   horizon   calls,   she   waits,   a   light   always   left   burning   for   her   captain.

so   isabela   comes   back.   always.   boots   kicked   off,   blades   set   aside,   the   edge   of   her   smirk   worn   softer   now,   weathered   by   time   rather   than   feigned   for   defense.   this   little   slice   of   life,   loud   and   messy   as   it   is,   is   warm.   a   kind   of   heaven   she   never   thought   herself   capable   of   believing   in.

and   though   she   still   flinches   at   the   word   'mine'...   she   wouldn't   trade   it   for   all   the   gold   in   thedas.

[duelst]

is kissing isabela. making out with her, in fact.

they're in scissor city, twin. they've booked an all expenses paid trip.

[promptling]

NETTLE & BONE, PART IV. sentences from the novel by t. kingfisher. change pronouns as needed!

this one is old, but she has grudges.

your rage does not impress me.

forgotten your name, have you?

it happens, kings and commoners alike.

did you murder them?

does that shock you?

do you not know who i am?

do not think that i will acknowledge you.

imagine being here all this time.

injustice and a desire for revenge age the body, but they keep the soul going halfway to forever.

did an echo just tell us to run?

do ghostly echoes have our best interests at heart?

you have no power over us.

when you're lost in the woods, stay put.

i thought i'd lost you.

bad dead. no treat.

i'm glad you're all amused.

i fainted for a bit.

i do not allow the living to serve the dead forever.

do you think i wouldn't beg for another person's life?

i am older and greater than you.

i can carry you on my back if need be.

i do not know how many minutes we have.

my sense of timing is not working well, but i think we may be very close to running out of it.

i suspect that i will die very soon in any event.

i have never done you a kindness.

we are a long, long way from your beloved dead.

i have to go be impressive.

why am i being made a fool of in my own palace?

this is the gift i give you.

i only wish i'd realized what she had planned.

this was a cunning trap, well laid.

that was astoundingly well done.

what the hell do i do now?

you moved first, and that matters.

i'll do what i can, but i don't know if i can spare his life.

i'm sorry i couldn't do it sooner.

i kept imagining voices.

everyone was very impressed.

i found that i did not want to die.

did they torture you?

evil magic could flow through her like a river in full flood.

you need to train him to sit somewher else.

it's been awhile since any man wanted to dive into my cleavage.

i was in that box too long.

someone will remember seeing me.

she doesn't mean to be cruel.

i always expected i'd go with you.

i'll want someone to talk to who isn't grumpy.

maybe you and i could not go home together?

i think i would like that very much.

[uniiicornmemes]

On anon or not, tell me who you ship my character with.