voice your prophecy, shed us some light

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

announcing an indefinite hiatus on all of my muses because I don’t have time or will (mostly the willpower) to rp anymore. 

if anyone, for some reason, wants to speak to me, my personal is http://hanzo-lo.tumblr.com/ .

[thewardcn]

“What did you…?” Oh. That kind of conversation. Lily didn’t imagine why Dante would have thought this conversation was necessary, but she understood the protective sibling habit. Fergus had questioned at least one suitor in her past that she knew of, there was no telling how many more he had without letting her know. “Look, Dante, I don’t think Kait’s making bad choices here, and I think Varric is already keeping her from making them, on top of that. They’re good for each other.” Not to mention that she was completely head over heels for the dwarf. “Shall I talk with her to get you back into her good graces?”

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

“You don’t think she is, and she’s not. Not right now, anyways, but who’s going to stop her from doing reckless things? Varric encourages that stuff, always wants a good story.” He’s clearly still annoyed with Varric at the fact that he defiled Dante’s sister and Dante walked in on it (even though it was two weeks ago). “...Please,” he replies, a pleading look on his face, “It’s just... Our dad isn’t here anymore.  Our mom isn’t here anymore. Carver’s off doing stuff, and someone has to give her suitors the talk.” He offers a faint smile, “I just want to protect her. Maybe... maybe she doesn’t need to be protected by me anymore, but I still will.”

[tireurdescauchemars]

most likely to murder a guy or chick with her face alone = khala

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

friendly reminder you can find my ridiculously attractive serial killer inquisitor over at @gxlden-excellence :) 

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

*well aware i still have two starters to write and replies to do, but too obsessed with my inquisitor*

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

🌺

“YOU HAVE BLESSED ME WITH A  FOURTH FLOWER, SISTER.” He needs a few more flowers for the creation of the flower crown that will allow him to become the ruler of the flower kingdom, but he’ll take what he can get. 

For now.

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

🌺 [i was nervous about sending you one from my hawke blog bc we're not mutuals there D: sorry friend]

oh shit we aren’t i forget who i follow and don’t follow i’ll remedy that asap

There are now three flowers in his hair and he’s pretty happy about that. Hawke is definitely drunk, because there’s no reason that a normal man like him should be this happy over flowers. 

“I’m going to have a flower crown soon. That’s glorious. Like me.”

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

🌺 (had to post it and run earlier, but here I am hello hawke let me love you)

He’s up to two flowers in his hair. He’s very pleased and surprised that people can even reach his head to place flowers in his hair. This time, it’s some type of red lily.

Who knew Dante Hawke was so easy to please? “Everyone keeps putting these in my hair. Don’t take that as a complaint, I love it. Keep doing it. So many beautiful flowers.” He looks like he might faint from happiness.

He might be a little drunk.

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

🌺

He’s bent down to look at some odd markings on a wall, and the moment he does, a flower is placed into his hair.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t jump, but damned if that flower didn’t stay in place, and damned if he didn’t feel appreciated because of the flower.

“I’ll keep it forever.” He pauses. Forever is a long time. “I’ll keep it until it dies.” Hawke is pleased. The flower is gorgeous.

[tireurdescauchemars]

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[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

do people not read people’s rules anymore or do they just not care?

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“Smaller than expected, but he already knew that. I told him. Ah, seems a bit on the aggressive and rebellious side, but all of those things are good for the soul. Much younger than I had expected, once I’d found out his real age. Much younger. I mean, I’m in my mid thirties and I can’t even handle responsibilities that well, but here he is, leading the Inquisition. Fuck. I’m getting old. And off topic. I think I’m getting Alzheimer’s. Makes one wonder what Cassandra was smoking when she threw all of that responsibility at him. I would have told her to go fuck herself and ran off with some stable-boy or barmaid.REGARDLESS, he seems a good kid. Ha, kid. It’s because he’s so tiny. Not a testament to his age or maturity or skills, or anything.”

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

@shatteredtemplar

Skyhold...

Skyhold was not something that he could have even dreamt up in his mind, not something he could imagine. It was surely a sight to see, one that he was rather happy he’d seen before he would die, whenever that would be. However, another sight to see would be a familiar face, one that he also wasn’t expecting, and with a grin on his face, he sets off like a man on a mission and stops directly behind the ex-templar and bends down, and in his ear says, “I’d call you Noodles when I say hello, but it seems you’ve outgrown that name since I last saw you before I was ran out of Kirkwall. Seems like I ought to call you The-Mighty-And-Majestic-Lion-Who-Learned-How-To-Do-His-Hair, now.”

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[incorrectdragonage]

submitted by @dannycutebang 

Arishok: Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrists? Hawke: Yes. Arishok: I was hula-hooping. I attend a class for both fitness and for fun. Hawke: Oh my god. Arishok: I mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle. Hawke: Why are you telling me this? Arishok: Because no one will ever believe you. Hawke: You sick son of a bitch.

[incorrectdragonage]

submitted by @disastermages; courtesy this post

Hawke: Aveline is going away for the weekend, so I’m going to cut all the sleeves off my shirts while she’s gone. Varric: Why in Andraste’s name would you do that? Hawke: She’s basically 95% of my impulse control.

[viindicare-deactivated20170123]

It had initially been just one of those days where Anders would lock himself up in the quiet clinic to stew over whatever mood just so happened to be biting at him in that very moment. Buried nose deep in whatever work he could find for himself until exhaustion would overtake him on top of the need for sleep—in this case it so happened to be the manifesto.

The current (and dried, Anders was not having another incident like that again) pile of papers had been used as a pillow by the mage when the loud noise had startled him out of his little cat nap. Papers went flying when at instinct he snatched the stave kept close by and started out of the back with what remained of the pile trailing right behind him. Of course it would be on one of these days when the latest burglar would try to hit up the clinic, Anders did have that kind of luck…

Of course, what he found out in the front was not what he was expecting. Ideally, the burglar would have been welcomed, Maker knows the mage needed something to beat up after seeing the mess.

“What in the void—” Eyeing the familiar and crumpled form, he pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed. “Couldn’t you have just knocked like a normal person, Hawke? Look at this mess!”

[ridiculouslyattractivemage]

He rolls over onto his stomach and looks at Anders, “I didn’t knock because I didn’t wake to wake you up. I wanted to get in, leave the cat here, and leave. I wanted to be sneaky.” Hawke sighs, and while there’s still pain in his sigh, he forces himself to stand up, and frowns once he notices the mess. He hadn’t expected all of that to be on the table. “You weren’t supposed to know.” Hawke’s moping now.

“...Do you at least want her, anyways? Because if you don’t want the small and fluffy animal, I’m going to bring it to Merrill. Which would ruin the entire point of me being here.” He almost trips again when he takes a step forward to pick the kitten up, and resorts to sitting down to not cause any more damage to the clinic and his pride. 

“I am sorry for the mess,” Hawke says from his spot on the floor.