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â I lost him. I did it on purpose. â
It had been a tense situation from the start. A missive from Knight-Commander Meredith to not only hunt down a dangerous Maleficar, but to do so with one of the most powerful mages in Thedas. The Hero of Ferelden. Sheâd almost been tempted to ask if the Warden had seen her distant Amell cousin, but the haunted look of the elfâs eyes made her rethink it all. Hawkeâs family had dealt with the Blight, yes, but the Warden struck it down personally. There was no telling what horrors she had seen, and it was best to leave those memories where they rest.
Hawke had stayed behind, battling demons conjured from the fugitiveâs desperate attempt at escape. He had been so young, a split moment of her blood-shot gaze meeting that of Hawke. There was so malevolence or craze, like those of Quentin, only fear and loneliness. Sheâd sent the Hero forward while she finished the last of the abominations by flattening them against the Earth. Force Magic had its perks when used in the right situations.
Finding Mahariel without the prisoner was confusing, but the statement that followed was even more-so. Had Varric been present, he definitely would have taken the opportunity to record the blatant look of shock on Hawkeâs face.
â YouâŠwhat? â
Family Headcanons
đ© = Whatâs your museâs relationship with their mother, what made it that way?
đš = Whatâs your museâs relationship with their father, what made it that way?
đ©âđ§âđ§Â = Does your muse have any siblings? Do they wish they had more/any?
đ = Who is your museâs favorite family member, why?
đ = Is there anyone in your museâs family they dislike, why?
đ = Does your muse think theyâre a good child and/or sibling?
đ = What are your museâs thoughts on parenting and being a parent even if they arenât one?
đ = What children does your muse have, do they want anymore/any at all?
đ€ = How would/does your muse handle unruly, difficult or dangerous behavior from their children?
đ = Does your muse thing they are/would be a good parent?
đ = Finding an orphaned child would your muse opt to take them in, find someone more qualified, or just leave them?
đ« = How does your muse handle a family member being stressed out? What about sick?
â°ïž = How would the loss of a family member affect them? Does it vary based on type of family member?
đł = What kind of family gatherings does your muse prefer and why?
âš = How important is family to your muse?
   BOOK STARTERS VOL.39   GIRL, INTERRUPTED    SUSANNA KAYSEN
â Survival is a talent. â
â Crazy isnât being broken or swallowing a dark secret. Itâs you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. â
â Who has the courage to burn themselves? â
â Is insanity just a matter of dropping the act? â
â Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? â
â You need to be well fed, clothed, and housed to have time for this much self-pity. â
â When I am supposed to be awake, I am asleep; when I am supposed to speak, I am silent. When a pleasure offers itself to me, I avoid it. â
â There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they donât feel the same. â
â In a strange way we are free. Weâve reached the end of the line. We have nothing more to lose. â
â The world wonât stop because we arenât in it anymore. â
â I canât answer the real question. All I can tell you is, itâs easy. â
â I am lighter, airier than Iâve been in years. â
â I am not dead, yet something in me definitely is. â
â You meant that as an insult but I am taking it as a compliment. â
â What life can recover from that? â
â Itâs a fairly accurate portrait of me. Itâs accurate but it isnât profound. â
â Pull yourself together! Thereâs nothing wrong with you. â
â Itâs quiet. Itâs likeâ I donât know. Itâs like falling off a cliff. â
â Once you start parsing a face, itâs a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots. â
â I lost him. I did it on purpose. â
â Itâs a mean world. Thereâs nobody to take care of you out there. â
â Reality is getting too dense. â
â Iâm ambivalent. In fact thatâs my new favourite word. â
â I canât come up with reassuring answers to the terrible questions you raise. â
â A spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather. â
â Twenty-five chocolate chip cookies would be the perfect dinner. â
â A thought is a hard thing to control. â
â Life demands skills I donât have. â
â Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful. Most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them. â
â It never stops, even at night, itâs my lullaby. â
 She returns his smile with one of her own, though hers is one of shy courteousness. While sheâd faced many a foe in her years, of varied social status, it wasnât often she was face to face with another âhero.â And this one with an entire historical crusade at the tips of his fingers, legions ready to stride forward under his banner. She once had the people of Kirkwall behind her, but this was an entirely foreign (and somewhat frightening) level of devotion.
He likely had his own circle of close companions, perhaps even one that stole his attention more than most. Holding those people and memories close would be in his benefit. Fate had a knack for ripping them from you when you least expected it..
â Hawke. Novaâlee Hawke. If Corypheusâ return has not done that, then the discourse enjoys following in his prints certainly shall. â
Her eyes darted to the bustling courtyard below them, merchants and soldiers alike going through their daily routine. So many people, yet every single one had a part to play in the machine that was the Inquisition. He led them justly for a noble-born, something one rarely saw anymore. Varricâs letters had been eye-opening, and see it all in front of her made the situation all the more clear. If Corypheus was to be stopped, they had to make it happen as one united force.
â Your hold is beautiful, Maxwell. The air, snow. It reminds me of Fereldenâs winter months. The snow always made the fields dazzle like crystal. â There was a slight tone of homesickness to her words, gaze holding a fond light.
the VOICELESS girl has found a tongue to SPEAK & i see angels all around : buried loves i will keep .  from my arms , take my ILLUSIONS & fling them deep .  iâll be DAMNED if should wallow ; ainât no LAMB , no flock to follow .  blood now BOILS in my veins & melts the ice ; still , i shiver from the POWER to pay the price .  iâm SALVATION , iâm DELIVERANCE  âââ
        âââ  i am S A C R I F I C E .
canon divergent WARDEN MAHARIEL from DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS
I love being as bad as possible! Youâve got to love a bad girl. Look at âGone With the Wind,â Scarlett O'Hara - total bad girl, but you love her. â Katie McGrath
rarerpmemesâ:
positive  personality  traits!
bold  all  that  apply  to  your  muse,  italicize  the  ones  that  slightly  apply,  and  strikethrough  the  ones  that  definitely  donât  apply!
Adaptable / Adventurous / Agreeable / Alert / Appreciative / Articulate / Athletic / Balanced / Calm / Caring / Charismatic / Charming / Cheerful / Clean / Clear-headed / Clever / Colorful / Compassionate / Confident / Considerate / Contemplative / Cooperative / Courageous / Courteous / Creative / Curious / Daring / Dedicated / Deep / Dignified / Disciplined / Earnest / Educated / Efficient / Elegant / Eloquent / Empathetic / Energetic / Enthusiastic / Faithful / Flexible / Focused / Forgiving / Freethinking / Friendly / Fun-loving / Generous / Gentle / Genuine / Good-natured / Gracious / Hardworking / Helpful / Honest / Honorable / Humble / Humorous / Idealistic / Imaginative / Independent / Individualistic / Innovative / Insightful / Intelligent / Intuitive / Kind / Leaderly / Logical / Lovable / Loyal / Lyrical / Many-sided / Mature / Methodical / Modest / Neat / Observant / Open / Optimistic / Orderly / Organized / Original / Passionate / Patient / Patriotic / Peaceful / Perceptive / Perfectionist / Personable / Persuasive / Playful / Polished / Popular / Practical / Precise / Principled / Profound / Protective / Punctual / Rational / Realistic / Reflective / Relaxed / Reliable / Resourceful / Respectful / Responsible / Responsive / Romantic / Scholarly / Selfless / Self-reliant / Sensitive / Sentimental / Serious / Sexy / Shrewd / Simple / Skillful / Sober / Sociable / Sophisticated / Spontaneous / Stable / Steadfast / Steady / Stoic / Strong / Studious / Suave / Subtle / Sweet / Sympathetic / Systematic / Tasteful / Teacherly / Thorough / Tidy / Tolerant / Trusting / Uncomplaining / Understanding / Warm / Well-read / Well-rounded / Wise / Witty / Youthful
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// Hit my ask/messenger up if youâd like to plot or have me pop out a starter! Iâm finally back to usual routine so my activity here should be much more regular.
#twofaced (^_<)ăâ
// Iâm a sausage roll when it comes to making them, but are there any good generators/programs for mood/aesthetic boards? Feeling a little crafty tonight.
hawkeblooded replied to your post: â Hawke is around 5 ft / 152.4 cm
// she smol
ana , using hawke as an armrest ,
sheâll probably protest a little bit, then resign herself to her fate. good thing her hair is poofy, adds cushioning. fwoof
Fenris:Â âI may not get the chance to say this again, meeting you was the most important thing that ever happened to me Hawke. Promise me you wonât die, I canât bare the thought of living without you.â Hawke:Â âI didnât quite catch that, could you speak up~?â Fenris: âThen let me make it clearer for you.â Me:
@trevelyanborn
How Varric managed to smuggle one Fereldanâs most sought-after mages into Skyhold, under Rutherfordâs keen watch, she would never know. Perhaps a slip of coin here, a dance of a silver-tongue there. The dwarf was always one step ahead of those around him, even while pressed under the thumb of his Nevarran jailer. Something told her when she met the woman, sparks would fly. Not necessarily good ones, either.
Skyholdâs imposing silhouette reminded her somewhat of the Gallows with its white stone peaks, yet it resonated with ancient energy. Any mage would be able to sense a long-forgotten tale hidden within its walls, perhaps even a templar. One could only hope the story of this place was not founded upon the backs of others, as Kirkwall had once been. Thoughts of home left a melancholy taste on Hawkeâs tongue. Ten years had come and gone since she had last seen it, and yet the world seemed to remain in a constant state of chaos. That was why Varric reached out to her. Another staff, another voice to assess the situation and influence the masses. History once again drew upon its reluctant heroes, this time the threat was personal. She vowed to return the Magister to his grave, permanently.
Varricâs fond introduction finally broke the mage from her wall of thoughts, spine straightening as she descended steps to finally meet the fabled Herald of Andraste. The years were not kind to Mother, I now understand why she greyed so early. Strands of silver wove themselves into the mass of curls she kept tightly pinned atop her head, the occasional piece slipping free. Her gaze swept to the significantly taller man, piqued with a mix of curiosity and understanding. Young, thrown head-first (literally) into a title that would eventually define him, whether he liked it or not. Hopefully he would use it well, not squander it for fame or riches. Maintain his sense of duty, instead of descending into a red madness that would leave behind nothing but the echoes of a tortured scream. It made her shiver unconsciously, such thoughts creeping up unexpectedly. Her voice, timid but firm, spoke in spite of the fleeting memory.
âVarric, you know I no longer go by that title..Youâre the Herald, if Iâm not mistaken? The secrecy, you hopefully understand. After what they did..we had to be certain something similar woudlnât occur. Varric is much more compliant than I..â
;; plotting/thread call
// Hit my ask/messenger up if youâd like to plot or have me pop out a starter! Iâm finally back to usual routine so my activity here should be much more regular.
protective sentence starters
as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
âDonât you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.â
âHands off!â
âWhat do you think youâre doing to him/her/them?â
âIâll never let you go.â /Â âDonât ever let me go.â
âDonât ever leave my sight again.â
âI got your back.â
âWhere are you going? Itâs not safe out there!â
âDo you trust me?â
âBe more careful next time. I donât want to bandage you up again.â
âHey, itâs cold outside. At least wear a jacket.â
âIâd die for you.â
âYouâll back off if you know whatâs good for you.â
âGet behind me NOW.â
âHere, I have an extra weapon.â
âDuck, you idiot!â
âGo on without me.â
âWell what did you expect would happen while youâre walking alone at night? Come on, letâs get you away from that creep.â
âHey. Pal. Iâve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and Iâm not afraid to use it.â
âYou can stop hugging me now.â
âYou scared the shit out of me. Iâm never going to stop hugging you.â
âQuit babying me! I can protect myself.â
âIâll always be there to save you.â /Â âI know youâll always be there to save me.â
âIf you even THINK about touching him/her/them, Iâll kill you.â
â[choked up] I thought I lost you.â /Â â[choked up] I never thought Iâd see you again.â