The Champion Of Kirkwall

Independent roleplay blog for Garrett Hawke from Dragon Age 2/Inquisition [mage] Read about and guidelines before interacting [sidebar is not mine]

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That’s what happens when you try to change things. Things change. You can’t always control how.

[mineorchard]

Carver there is literally no other way to defeat the Arishok

[aquatichart]

so i figured out the star thing…

[edeer-moved]

[kitiara64]

Halfway Gone - Olivietta

The city at dusk was a gentler place. Shadows hid the dirt and grime, the rays of the setting sun gilded rooftops and turned the spires of the Chantry to molten gold. Garrett snorted gently and then winced, shifting a little to ease his discomfort. The bandages supported his cracked ribs well enough, but didn’t really do a lot for the pain. At least Anders had healed the open wound to a mere scar. Bones took a bit more time. It had been a very long day. He hadn’t bothered to put his chestpiece back on for the trek home, and once there merely shoved the thing into a corner, too tired to return it to its stand. He wandered over to the window and sank down onto the wide sill, staring out over Kirkwall. The City of Chains. Not a lovely place, really. Overcrowded, dirty, and the spectre of the Chantry looming over all. He sighed. All the fighting and killing… was he really accomplishing anything? Something that would last beyond himself? The others saw him as the strong warrior, wielding quips as ably as his sword, without a care beyond the next tankard of ale. Ale was important, true, but… He let his head thunk back against the casement. He had accomplished this, at least, reclaimed his family’s estate. But at what cost? His gaze traveled unerringly toward the monolithic hulk of the Gallows, visible even at this distance. His hand clenched uselessly in his lap; with a sigh he forced himself to relax. He would have gone mad long before now if he could not laugh at life’s slings and arrows.  Laugh in the face of Fate, dare it to do its worst. Only problem was, it usually did.

[askbroodyelf]

Dragon Age Boys calendar 2014

August : Hawke

[zwierzodudle]

bit of a colour practice 

[tallypants]

[elenilote]

spicyshimmy:

tallypants:

- “And THEN the dragon threw me RIGHT up in the air and-“ - “Sit still.”

Quick and rather squiffy doodle which I can’t mess with any more because this isn’t what I was supposed to be doing tonight!

i like to imagine that hawke always talks and talks and talks while anders is healing him, jokes and limericks and hightown gossip and—even better—lowtown gossip, making too much noise, breaking anders’s concentration. what anders doesn’t know is where it all comes from, though he suspects: those days on the run with malcolm acting as resident healer, so busy with his hands that hawke learned to distract carver and bethany from scraped knees or worse, drawing attention away from the hurt and the healing and to other, better things. hawke does it for himself in kirkwall; the habit is so much a part of who he is that even when there’s no one left to pretend for he still honors the ghosts and the memories and the shadows, realization that lacks the proper acknowledgment. 

Shimmy can I marry your brain?

[jakface]

Caiterhe and I were laughing about this for like, 10 minutes.

[askchampionhawke]

[syberfab]

spicyshimmy:

askchampionhawke:

Quite a lot, although I have no idea what sets him off.

He’s no fun.

this is bound to have happened at least once with sarcastic (also known as “charming” hawke)

also i definitely just wrote a ficlet about this exact topic and i am sending it to @syberfag in the mail today. coincidence? i think not.

AAAAHHHH the sound I just made, Shimmy I am crazy excited.

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[andrastegrace]

i’ll think of a title later by ~pagbis

[frikadeller]

Candles, firelight, and sparks.

You know that those fingers sparkle /eyebrows wiggles/

[kirkwallchxmpion-blog]

rolls off to bed because late. well not so late, but i can't keep awake any longer soBS

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"Wrong? No. But you’re definitely stretching that out,

                                                                            and I liked wearing it.”

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"Think I might've also torn somethi-" He clears his throat. "You know what, I may as well return it, then. It's not as if it allows much movement in the first place."

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darkenedpalm replied to your post:"Is... is that my shirt?"

Lavellan squint, thoroughly unconvinced…

"I've merely decided to try something new. Nothing wrong with that, is it?"

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darkenedpalm replied to your post:feck i really need moar icons

I CAN MAKE U SOME 8D

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