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#bye 👋#moved hal over here #scheduled.

whistler-king

#i reblog this every single time i see it #fc.

maybe i’ll archive ?? a fresh start seems nice

#i have too many inactive followers and just clutter #and i think i'll use ed as my main fc now with matthais #as a secondary / older fc primarily but overall i just #would like sort of a clean slate now that i feel hal #is truly fully developed and not really changing in #any large narrative way anymore ?? like he's here #then again it's also work i don't want to do hmm

inquistior-a

hal with a newborn lamb tucked into his coat

#also thinking of this again #🥺🥺

also i love how hal goes from gentle and unassuming to absolutely lethally charming in no seconds flat

#the top is always in him just waiting to jump out #and he absolutely knows what he's doing too #hc.

that fact that i made up halwn trevelyan should count in my benefit when it comes to like the sin tally judgement at the end of days

#inventing hal trevelyan knocks three sins off my total

angelinajoliesbottom

#ch study.#hal trevelyan everyone

BELATED VALENTINE THINGS THAT ABSOLUTELY NOBODY ASKED FOR / @mercysought, for abel

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙴’𝚂 𝚃𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷, and Hal must tug the smaller half away in his hand lest she swallow the whole of it. He laughs at her impatient nose, and turns to Abel again. “Handsome, isn’t she?”

She is indeed a beautiful animal, bay and roan, dappled white and chestnut through her body to the dark, silvery-black flow of her legs. A high back and lean body, an unwhitened red head and ink-dark mane and tail. Strawberry, they would have called her colouring in Ferelden. Uncommonly beautiful, Halwn thinks, and had upon first seeing her, and uncommonly reserved in her disposition, not unlike the young knight beside him—even with the tension in her body, and the tired way she holds her right front leg bent above the ground, refusing to put weight upon it. The limb is bound in cloth around a wooden splint.

“She is called Félice. Her foreleg is fractured. The Duke de Val Montaigne rode her too hard up the hill, and then traded her off to the stablehands with a demand that she be dealt with.” A rare curl of contempt colours Hal’s tone. It feels good to finally express it. “The mage healers have knit the bone as best they might, and her pain is eased for now, but they are unsure if she will ever bear a rider again. Time will tell. Dennet has been tending her, but as he will be riding east next week for the livestock market in Oswin—”

He hesitates only barely. Halwn is aware of how it might appear, the collusion of concepts between them, this beautiful horse and this beautiful man, and how Abel might imagine that this is how the Inquisitor sees him now: a wounded animal, callously discarded. He trusts that Abel understands him enough to know that such a thing could never be true.

“I thought perhaps you might like to care for her.”

Abel’s eyes sweep towards him, surprised and blue and beautiful in the dawn light, and Halwn cannot help but smile. Abel’s free hand is resting upon the edge of the stall door and the Inquisitor reaches for it, takes it up—possessed by some feeling, brings it to his mouth. Abel, as he always is, is tolerant of the gesture. There is even a kind of indulgent sympathy around his eyes when Halwn touches his brow and thumbs his chin, still smiling.

The memory of Abel in the kitchen yard brushing his white courser in the morning rises unlooked for in Halwn’s mind. The two of them sturdy and fine, yellow light falling over them. Abel’s murmured words to her, his soft and nurturing tenderness, and how stealing sight of that private interchange had stirred something in Halwn’s heart, a pleasure like the soft ache of a healing bruise. He has not seen that animal, and the Inquisitor knows it likely that she is buried in the Exalted Plains, or somewhere else along the road of war. It pains him to think of it. It pains him to think of Abel unconscious in a healer’s tent, delirious with injury, fed on by the flies of war, unable to say farewell. It pains him because he is sure that it must pain Abel, as well.

Abel isn’t an animal. He isn’t broken. Still, there is hardly a person in the world who is not in need of some healing—and healing is all the harder when its work is undergone alone.

Life goes on, Abel, with or without us, Halwn wants to say, nearly as much as he wants to bend down to kiss Abel’s upturned mouth, but he cannot bring himself to make the moment heavy. Everything is so heavy now. Just an hour or two of lightness is all the cure in the world.

“You needn’t accept, if it is too much. She will be well looked after, regardless. I had only hoped that she might make you smile.”

#mercysought #ic.#obviously just valentine-themed but #animal death /#animal cruelty /

bunnieresources

kimbra’s “primal heart” writing prompts.

“ i think i hear heaven calling me home. “

“ i’m still out to find my peace of mind. “

“ we’re fighting the good war. “

“ you and i are gonna die free. “

“ we’re too far to be found. “

“ sometimes i hear hell calling me home. “

“ no one knew who to trust. “

“ tonight i’m feeling tired and alone. “

“ dear lord, i hope we didn’t go wrong. “

“ they built me up to be beaten. “

“ everybody knows about what you do. “

“ now the whole world’s watching you. “

“ is it a fight worth fighting? “

“ don’t make your promises, because i’m finished with all that. “

“ i was young and gullible, but ____, i grew. “

“ find a place that keeps you safe. “

“ just close your eyes and drive. “

“ can’t you hear them calling out our name? “

“ we’ll find our way, that i know. “

“ maybe we’ll go from nothing to incredible. “

“ i’m not waking up if i’m dreaming. “

“ can’t you see? i just need time all by myself. “

“ love is like a modern disease. “

“ everywhere i look, it’s you that i see. “

“ come on, try to make me laugh. “

“ help me not have to work through this. “

“ only you can change your life. “

“ somewhere i lost my confidence. “

“ i’ve got a heart that’s primal. “

“ i need your love for my survival. “

“ this is what it means to be human. “

“ i don’t know much, but i know that i hurt as much as you. “

“ i’m a foreigner everywhere i roam. “

“ am i the only one out here? “

“ when i open my eyes, i see someone i used to be. “

“ when i open my eyes, it all comes back to me. “

“ we could be together. that’s where we belong. “

“ are you out there? come and send me a sign. “

“ i wonder, what have i become? “

“ tell me, are you out there? “

“ can you send me a sign? “

“ when i get afraid, i shut down. “

“ you’ll only really know me when i fall apart. “

“ i’m letting go for you. “

“ don’t keep reaching to me, i can’t help you now. “

“ it’s been far too many nights, and i’m still crying. “

“ all i do is cry. “

“ they say all roads lead back to home, but that isn’t where i wanna go. or where i wanna be. “

“ all these places that i’ve been, all these faces that i’ve seen─now they’re all in front of me. “

“ how long until i get where i’m going? “

“ how far will you go? “

“ how long will you run without knowing if you’re running in the right direction? “

“ all feels so far away. “

“ am i closer than i think? “

“ next time, i’ll be kinder with you. “

“ i throw my words around like fire. they catch on your good heart and peace of mind. “

“ tell me there’s something i lack. “

“ i’m damned if i do and damned if i don’t. “

“ every time i swear i will, you say that i won’t. “

“ there’s a better version of me. stay for the person i’ll be. “

“ if there’s a next time, i’ll fight harder for you. “

“ i’m damned if i’m true and i’m damned if i’m right. “

#prompts.#my goal is to not overthink these #long post /

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@inquistior: hal---

me: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#same 😔😔#also i love you

who is going to be the companion who gets unruly and threatening and defensive when clergy or just people in little villages or big cities or taverns or grand parties harang and verbally harass hal upon being told who he is

#he’s tired just leave him alone #and he can’t accept duels so viv is #the ‘if you want a duel i’ll happily kill you’ squad #her and cass and dorian probably #hal is not the dueling sort and he typically #just ignores people / diffuses or just takes it #unless you’re a real ass hole #anyways defend him #he will be very moved by it #i mean dorian cheekily said ‘i’m here i’ll protect you’#and hal full face fell in love with him so

readmorepoets

“I had love once in the palm of my hand. See the lines there.”

— John Wieners (1934-2002), from “A Poem For Painters”, in “Selected poems, 1958-1984″ (via finita–la–commedia)

#ch study.#!!!!#i am mclosing it

willwriteforruns

Mr. Kinnaird! What are you doing here? You got anything to say?

#fc.#this just makes me think of the hostility he's treated #with by like half of every person he meets for probably the #first year or so and often still even later down the line as #the inquisition progresses just the hostility from devouts #alone i think of viv's party and the way he's treated there #and wonder how often that happens to him because it's #not an infrequent thing for people to treat him like that

on the one hand, hal is an extremely intelligent and naturally curious person with a genuine interest in magickal theory and he’s been diligent studying with solas and he knows /a lot/ by midgame, as much theory as the average mage probably, in the capacity that he can understand it purely as theory and with the limited interaction of the anchor and wielding it—but, on the other hand, the mages that he spends time with are so gifted and innovative, leaders in their often obscure and extremely niche fields, that sometimes they say shit to him like it’s ordinary and he’s ‘okay’

#right over his head but he is listening

muddymemes

Send “🤝” to hold my muses hand

#i'm legally obligated to reblog this everywhere #meme & prompts.

being on tumblr is just: *double checks that source blog isn’t a t/erf before reblogging anything* *double checks that source blog isn’t a t/erf before reblogging anything* *double checks that sou—

#i hate it here #transphobia /

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