“Of course, dammit. Am I a princess or not?”

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“Of course, dammit. Am I a princess or not?”
imma go do a bit of reading but send me things for later yeah?
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oh gosh this is a difficult one because so far I like them all ( at least as far as the companions go anyway and we’ll stick with them because I can’t remember any more minor characters atm lmao ). also I’ve only properly gotten to know a few of them so there’s every chance this might change as I go along and get to know some of the others, buuuut I’m leaning very much towards Varric right now and that probably doesn’t surprise you in the slightest katy lmfao
BUT SAYING THAT I also like Aveline and, even though I generally don’t gravitate towards lawful good types and my Hawke keeps accidentally pissing her off at the moment whoops, I could definitely make an exception for her because she’s wonderful
Her phone buzzed ( again ) and this time she didn’t bother resisting the urge to roll her eyes. It was Jack. Of course it was Jack. With some new errand to run or bad guy to fight -- she could tell that much without even looking at it. He’d learned not to text her about anything else or risk inciting her temper. Pressing her lips together, she cast a half-exasperated, half-knowing glance in her companion’s direction. ‟ I don’t suppose there’s any room left in your ragtag team? ”
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Nothing about this was asking for help. Jack Sparrow didn’t do asking for help, and even if he did he knew better than to go asking bloody Constantine for it. The man was not only dangerous and unreliable, but as slippery as an eel -- slippery enough, even, to match him perhaps -- and it was for that reason that he was probably ( and much to his chagrin ) the best person to provide advice on the bind he’d gone and gotten himself into thirteen years ago.
The same bind that was now suddenly beginning to unravel in front of him, as he knew it eventually would. That the bloke was somewhat of an expert in the magical and the occult, really, was just an added bonus. Of course, he still wasn’t planning on asking for help. Even when confronted with the cigarette smoke of the punters sat outside the Northampton pub and resisted the urge to roll himself a drag before stepping inside, and most especially at the sound of clinking glasses and low chatter and The Clash playing over the speakers. After all, it was a haunt he could easily belong in had he not been here strictly for business this time ‘round.
Jack spotted the man he was looking for quickly enough, but it took only a smile and the raise of a brow to pass off his discovery as accidental. “Fancy seeing you here.” But while his tone was all-innocent, there was a calculated look behind his dark gaze that Jack couldn’t quite hide. “Does this mean I’m expected to buy drinks now? Or will you be doing the honours?”
@aelwihtas & I have no self-control: the sequel
Captain Hook. Hawke! (with accompanying mabari) and Jack Sparrow all sit down to eat at Mcdonalds sounds like the start of a hell of a joke
“This is a rather shoddy place to have a meal, don’t you think?” Fingers plucked a fry from the tray in front of him, brows furrowing into a scowl at the rather rubbery mess it provided. “Next time when I say I’m treating you two to lunch ... I expect something of a higher caliber.”
Bloody hell.
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aelwihtas replied to your post: any hc regarding his tattoos? when he got them,...
tattoos (and piercings) are marks of status in rivain and are very common there. the crows use tattoos to mark membership. the chasind use them to denote tribal membership/status. they’re uncommon in some cultures but VERY common in others and i’d bet their artists are extremely talented, lol.
Good point!