#champixnofnothing

[potionsandkittens]

“Please accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity”

@champixnofnothing

“Thank you...”Anders said and sat down taking the sandwich.”But really you shouldn't...”

[thebloodychampion]

✿

Send ✿ for a happy memory. 

He has some happy memories but he does not talk about them, also he can’t remember them actually.

[hawkeapostate-blog1]

"You look like you need a hug."

It wasn’t her fault. The boy that lived next door was a mean, mean, person. She knew this because he always picked on Carver and never apologized. So she shouldn’t get in trouble for what she did. All she wanted to do was pick some flowers for her older brother’s birthday. Bethany had spent nearly an hour in the field trying to find the perfect ones. She hadn’t bothered him. Carver told her to just try and avoid him, so she tried to walk the long way home. But he stopped her.In one swift movement, the flowers were taken from her hand and thrown on the ground. For a moment, she stood there stunned. She watched the boy stomp on her gifts, feeling her eyes fill with tears. Why would they do that? Those weren’t for them! It made her mad, but her dad told her that anger wasn’t always answer. So she tried explaining herself, her words a jumbled mess. “Those were for my brother.” She whimpered, looking up towards the boy who only seemed to become more amused. "What are you gonna do? Cry?"That was the last straw. Without a second thought, she lunged forward and pushed the boy over with all her strength. Bethany scrambled to pick up all the flowers off the ground before he could get up. She took off towards her house, rushing in with a hand full of flattened flowers. She stared at them in disappointment, a large pout on her face. Her free hand rubbed at her watering eyes.Like a knight in shining armor, there he was. Saying exactly what needed to be said before she even knew he was there. He truly was her hero. Waddling towards him quickly, her face visibly lit up. Bethany nodded her head, reaching up for a hug and sniffling. “I’m s-sorry, I picked you flowers but….” She explained quickly and almost incoherently. “The b-boy next door he’s mean and I hate him. He took them from me and I don’t wanna be in trouble, Brootthhheeerrrrr.” 

[bastardwarden]

#-adopts 500 Mabari-

let's start a shelter, hawke

our true life's work

[thebloodychampion]

So if a Hawke is following me, I will not assume they are related because the name Hawke could exist twice, like the name smith exists a hundred times, unless you want them to be related than I will refer to cousins or if spoken before even siblings.

Also Archer will refer to himself more as Vicount than Champion.

[ferrumleones-blog]

❤❣❦☓ [Don't mind me as I send you everything xDD]

❤ - What my muse likes about yours (platonically)

    “His loyalty to those he cares for, and his dedication to doing right by his family is…very admirable. It pains me that so much was taken from him despite his best efforts. Would that all of our priorities were so clear.”

❣ - What my muse likes about yours (romantically)

     "Ah, he-…mm. He has a very-…You will tell no one I said this, but his sense of humor is as endearing as it is exasperating."

     ”-and his smile is lovely.”

❦ - What my muse likes about yours (sexually)

     "Why would-…I have never-" A loud clearing of the throat. "His arms are…impressive."

☓ - What my muse doesn’t like about yours

     "It used to frustrate me endlessly, the way he seems to take so little seriously. These days, however…I don’t know if this was so when first we met, but now it seems less like a genuine trait and more like a ruse - for his own sake or that of others, I can’t say."

[duxbellatorum]

[  champixnofnothing. ]

"Seeing as we’ve both not got anyone, do you want to come to mine and watch a film? "

Taken aback by the sudden offer, Garrett turned to look at the other man. This was Cullen Rutherford, the uncle and legal guardian of one of his students and an incredibly attractive, charmingly awkward, and apparently single, man. And he had just asked him over on Valentines day. Should he take that as flirting? Or was the other simply trying to be friendly? It was hard to tell with Cullen, as no matter how hard Hawke had tried to flirt with him, he seemed to remain oblivious to it.

And easygoing, warm smile spread across his bearded face and he considered the offer for only a moment before deciding to accept. Why pass up the opportunity, after all? He nodded his head as he finished stacking the papers on his desk. He’d have to remember to pass those out come Monday, so he grabbed a sticky note from his desk drawer, wrote the date and stuck it to the top of the pile. Sticky notes were a common device in Hawke’s classroom. He had trouble remembering certain things sometimes, so if one were to look about, one would catch sight of several multicolored scraps of sticky-paper all with things written on them. Anyone else would call it a disorganized system, but Garrett worked well with it.

Setting his pen down to look over at Cullen he froze before speaking. That man was just as handsome as ever and it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate the more he saw him from day to day. “I…Sure. I wouldn’t mind. I haven’t got anything else going on, anyway. I was probably just going to share a microwave dinner with my dog.” He grinned as he offered the joke, hoping it would at least make the other man smile a bit.

"You can bring your dog, if you like," Cullen offered, grinning at the thought of Garrett snuggling up with a dog in front of the TV. "Mina loves dogs. And that way none of us have to be alone on Valentine's day." He scribbled his address on the back of one of his business cards and handed it to Garrett. "Here. I figured early dinner, say, around 4PM? I'm making pasta, I hope that's ok. It's the only thing I have any sort of hope of not screwing up royally."

He took a step back, giving a single, awkward wave. "Well, see you then," he said stiffly, before turning on his heel and exiting the classroom. 

Saturday arrived sooner than Cullen expected, and after a morning of helping Mina into her exorbitantly expensive [ Princess Aurora dress ] and haphazardly rolling foam curlers in her hair, he'd gotten a late start on lunch. Sleeves rolled up, he furiously rolled meatballs as Mina twirled and sang barefoot in the kitchen to keep him company.

He knew that it must be time for Garrett to come over when Mina stopped mid twirl, yanked the curlers from her flaxen hair, and stared quite soberly up at her uncle.

"Do I look like Sleeping Beauty?" she asked, gravely.

"Prettier than Sleeping Beauty," Cullen replied indulgently, washing his hands.

"But, do I look like her."

Her mouth was pressed into a thin grim line that was frighteningly reminiscent of her mother when she'd get bossy, and Cullen pulled a wry smile. "Yes. The spitting image."

The answer seemed to satisfy her, and she stalked off without a word until the doorbell rang, signalling her teacher's arrival. She shrieked and flailed, smoothing her dress and raking her hands through her curling hair, adjusting her tiara fussily for good measure. 

"You good?" Cullen asked, arching a brow at his niece's enigmatic behavior.

She nodded solemly, and Cullen answered the door. "Sorry about that," he said, grinning sheepishly. "Come on in."

[ferrumleones-blog]

     "Did you literally have Varric transcribe an official form in order to tell me that you-...that is, that you wish to-" Maker's Breath. "You couldn't simply have said so?" Although given that he'd had not even the slightest idea, perhaps he'd given Hawke cause to think that being so...direct, was necessary. It wouldn't be out of character for him.