to want to do good

indie & selective thom ranier by dean

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River didn’t hesitate to grab a bag herself, it was more awkward then heavy (though for sure it was heavy) - and took the lead. Thankfully, it wasn’t a terribly long walk to where they needed to go - “You’re going to make them so happy, Serrah ~” 

Blackwall was a kind man, she’s come to find in this little endeavor; his company calming when they sat and discussed those toys, devising their plans…

Their work was a good cause. With all this turmoil happening, they couldn’t forget to celebrate the things both big and small. Both the victories on the battlefield and the moments at home that made all the fighting worth it. Giving back to the children in the Inquisition had been a little time filler, and now he was going to see it come to fruition.

“Hopefully they like griffons.” Blackwall chuckled. “There’s plenty of those and some horses to go around. Probably could’ve stocked up on some other animals but… well, we’ll just hope this’ll do.”

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“I’ll make sure to get you some!” He chirped.

Around lunch time, Reilin was in the kitchens, hair tied up in his usual scarf. He had a bread bowl full of a beef and rice stew ready for Blackwall, he’d even been sure to add some extra meat just for him and had even gotten him some extra bread for the trouble.

Blackwall had left to begin work on the post. The design had been simple enough, so it was just a matter of whittling the wood down into shape and then carving and sanding the post into a more finished appearance. In just a few hours alone, the block of wood was already starting to look more like a bedpost than a tree limb.

He stopped his work around lunch time to head back up to the kitchen, his stomach rumbling loudly. Blackwall appeared in the kitchen, blinking to adjust his eyes to the darkness before setting his gaze on Reilin. “Hello there. Your post is coming along nicely. I should definitely have it finished by the end of the week, practically good as new.”

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Okay, but just picture this: Blackwall, sitting at the breakfast table, wearing reading glasses, reading the paper. 

Blackwall, at night, getting ready to go to sleep, shirtless, covers low on his waist, wearing the glasses and reading a hardcover novel. 

[mauvaise-reputation]

I had a mighty need

[redliquish]

It saddens me GREATLY that Blackwall and Dorian only get literally TWO SECONDS of concentrated screentime in this trailer (and barely any for Cole, Sera, and Solas) but seeing them perform a shield bash + spirit bolt combo looks so freaking cool I just had to gif it. (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ 

[bakedsales]

[…] Rainier was a young braggart who possessed a swagger that spoke more about his true self than his words, which were consistently empty. They remember him wielding a great two-handed sword, which he swung in loose, undisciplined arcs—the chaotic strength of youth unmitigated by wisdom. “Too much sword for so small a boy” was the phrase whispered into the stands. 

—The World of Thedas Vol. 2

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I finally finished this present I promised… over a month ago! This piece is for and dedicated to @zetallis 

it is your fault I am in blackwall h e l l and I love you.

lesson is: don’t leave your beard unattended while napping. Someone may take advantage of it.

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reilinwarad‌:

“Aaaaaah you’re a miracle worker, Ser!” Reilin gasped happily, setting his bed back in place. It was an impressive feat to see the small Reilin move such large pieces of his bed with relative ease.

He stood upright again and brushed out his apron, “I do truly appreciate your helping me. Can I get you anything? Wine? Stew? Bread?”

Blackwall’s eyebrows rose as he watched Reilin move the bed about, pushing it as if it didn’t weigh much of anything. Curious as he was though, it wasn’t exactly his business to pry, though he’d note not to get on his bad side.

“Actually, stew and bread sounds good.” Lunch was right around the corner, and with all the wood he’d hauled this morning, he was starting to need a break and some food. “If I’m not too dirty to be near the kitchens, I’ll come down for a bite.”

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tranquilbroken‌:

@rcvclations - continued from X

She was excited - it had been a slow process, many children were closed off from lose or trauma; but she’d stuck to it with patience and kindness.

River shook her head, even while she still smiled - “I did little more then give you the information you needed, Serrah. You made the toys for them.” Maker knows, how a toy can make a child’s day bearable in all this, a bit of peace in this apocalypse.

“Let’s get these delivered, I’m sure they’ll be glad to see them.”

It’d been a good project for him. This time of the year, with the festivities high, always managed to leave out a few. Maybe it was those who just didn’t know anyone else here, or worse, those who’d lost everything. Either way, if they could make a few kids smile, and therefore, ease the burdens of their parents, it would be worth it.

“Lead the way,” Blackwall hefted the first few gifts, having opted to put them in a bag for transport. “I’ve got some animals and carts in this one, so wherever you think they’d go best.”

[storybookhawke]

Manbun-Blackwall for @the-stray-liger

—-> (mod here! only used the hair mod)

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i was reading your tags and yes yes pls draw blackwall with a bun

Hi honey! My computer is about to die so I just did a quick sketch for you! I’ll probably paint this later if I have time! @rcvclations

[la-porte-bleue]

I needed some practice drawing clothes so I picked a random screenshot from the Blackwall folder for inspiration and tried my best…

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reilinwarad‌:

“Ah! I am Reilin!” He said, starting to walk towards the gardens, “During the day I sometimes work the kitchens.”

He led Blackwall up the stairs at the back of the garden and to his corner room, an unlit red lantern hanging by the door.

He left the door open as he showed the other man inside, the very broken Qunari sized bed in the corner.

“I still can’t believe it broke.” He huffed, crossing his arms. The posts were very simple in shape but just matching the size would be the challenge.

Ah, that must’ve been why he looked familiar. Whenever he’d stopped by the kitchens, he always made sure to thank the staff there for their hard work. It helped that his efforts typically earned him an extra bit of bread.

Following up the stairs, he entered the room and took in the split post with a bit of surprise. “You’re right to be surprised. I’ve not seen something like that before.”

He went to get a closer look, pushing the two split pieces together in order to get a better idea of the style. It wasn’t too complex, probably something that would take him a week tops. In the meantime, he took out some nails he’d brought with him and began hammering it together. “Not pretty, but this will hold it together while I work on the new one. Let me know though if this gets worse, I can come back and tie it together with a bit of rope too.”

[girl-boy-friendshipoftheday]

Today’s girl/boy friendship of the day is: Sera and Blackwall from Dragon age: Inquisition

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reilinwarad‌:

“Yeah! That’s about the right height! I don’t care about matching, I just care about sleeping in my bed again.” He snorted. Reilin took a moment to run his hand up and down the piece of wood, inspecting ya before he smiled at Blackwall, “Either way, I’ll pay you for your time. Just let me know how much you want.”

“Oh don’t worry about paying me.” He set the wood against his work table, pulling some of his tools closer. “I don’t charge for anyone in or around the Inquisition. Wouldn’t sit right, all things considered. But I will need to look at the original, so I can craft something that at least looks close.”

Blackwall dusted his hands off and straightened. “Alright, lead the way--oh, I haven’t gotten your name.”

[mauvaise-reputation]

He caved.

(Inspired by this post that Tumblr doesn’t allow me to reblog without taking away the source. Thanks Tumblr.) 

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roguehonor‌:

     Kalla was entirely unsurprised to find Blackwall occupied with a woodworking project. It was actually what she had come to him about. Sort of.

     “I was actually looking for you,” she replied, choosing to ignore what may or may not have been a dig at her about her height. “One of the pups I’m helping to raise right now got into my tools. Little troublemaker wrecked the handle on my best whittling knife,“ her voice was equal parts frustrated and fond as she set the chewed up handle on his workbench for him to see. "I was hoping you might have one you’d be willing to let me borrow for a few days so I can make myself a new handle.” While she waited for an answer, she looked over the griffon, nodding her head and smiling just a bit. Of course he chose a griffon over a horse. He’d done a phenomenal job of it though, no denying that. 

Looking for him? Maker, what trouble was this now. “Well damn, that’s fine work for a pup.” He picked up the handle and turned it over in his hands. Completely ruined and what a shame, it looked like it had been a very nicely crafted. Probably directly from Orzamar, if he had to guess. He put the mangled handle down and went over to his tools, searching for one of his of similar size. “I’ve got a few spares. But teaching that pup’s going to last you longer than any replacement. Are you watching over more mabari?”

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threadxsteel‌:

Hot days in Skyhold were both a blessing and a cumbrance, in Lywc’s opinion. She’d shed her leather jerkin some time ago, and wound her long braid up into a bun, off her neck. Still, she could feel sweat trickling down the line of her spine beneath her tunic, and dust from the training ring stuck readily to the sweat on her bare forearms. The horse she was working with today was a fresh one brought in from the Hinterlands—some of the Commander’s troops had come across a scattering of horses around what looked to be the remains of a farm, and had rounded up the half dozen mounts to bring back to Skyhold. It was pretty clear they had been around people before, which made her job easier, at least, if not cooler. She clicked her tongue at the strawberry roan walker in the ring with her and gave a gentle but admonishing tug of the reigns until the horse tossed its head a bit, but started listening better.

Movement caught the corner of her eye, and her face split into a smile upon seeing her guest. “Afternoon,” she said by way of greeting.

“Afternoon,” Blackwall returned. The horse she was on was quite a looker, as far as horses go. A pretty dusty color with a bit of a red hue to her. And she seemed responsive enough, as far as he could tell. Really though he knew nothing about horses. Just that they were big, most were nice, and that he lived next to them and had gotten quite adjusted to the smell.

“Pretty one you’re riding. She got a name?” He sat up a little further, tilting his head back and shading his gaze in order to get a better look up at the rider. Ah, the new horsemaster that the Inquisitor had brought back to assist Dennet. Her name escaped him, but he’d seen her a time or two around the stables before. “You’re working with Dennet, now, yeah? Hope it’s not you I hear him yelling at all the time.”