#hawkeiing

[dalishflame]

@hawkeiing

“What can I say? The Orlesians have always seen Marcher nobility as a bit backwards,” she shrugged, “I’m only perpetuating that quaint stereotype.  Of course, there’s also the part where I’m Fereldan.  The Orlesians just see me as extra backwards, so I think I’d fit right in.”  She didn’t do false sincerity well, “Actually, I prefer ‘over-the-top’ drama myself.  Did I ever tell you about that time at Chateau Haine?”

“ The Orlesians see everyone as backward, my dear. ” Atreion snorted none too politely, “ Especially non-humans. As far as they’re concerned, if they turn their backs on me I’ll steal their babies and eat them as part of some blood magic sacrifice. While dancing naked, of course. ” He scoffed, tossing his hair back from his face-- only to blink at her, an eyebrow raised. “ I don’t think so... I don’t even know what Chateau Haine is. Why? Did you set fire to their wine cellar or something? ”

[fulluponcrazy]

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Battle Intro: “I suppose there are worse forms of stress relief.”Victory: “You were beaten by a crazy man. Figured I should remind you of that detail.”Half HP: “I thought this was supposed to be fun.”Low HP: “Oh, I get it. I’m the only one not having fun.”Defeat: “Okay, you’ve made your point! Now give me a hand up.”Death: Some indistinct swearing and a final stab at her before he keeled over.Assist: “Oh, come on. Using the dog is cheating.” (Alistair has no assists at the moment, so he’s reacting to Hawke using an assist.)Taunt: “*incredibly fake yawn* Sorry, what?”Reacting to Taunt: “Was that supposed to be mocking or just normal communication? Can’t tell with you.”Flee: “No thanks, I’ll just go face the Wardens.”Reacting to Flee: “Was it that bad? Really?”Tie: “Well! That accomplished...just about nothing!”Perfect Victory: “...You let me win, didn’t you? It’s alright, you can tell me.”Low HP Victory: “Well, that was close. I think I need a nap, now.”Finishing Move:“Yield yet?”

[yankedleash-blog1]

@hawkeiing​.

         “I  do hope, my dear Hawke, that you are not             expecting PRAISE for giving the mage malcontents             even a TASTE of hope with this war.”

[fulluponcrazy]

↱ = being lost with them . // LOUD SHRUGGING

“This doesn’t look like Crestwood,” Alistair pointed out helpfully. “I mean, I’ve never been there, but this looks more like the middle of nowhere, and I can still hear waves pretty well, so it seems like a safe bet that this isn’t Crestwood.”

[viindicare-archive-blog]

Physical scar from the scar meme (mobile at the moment)

Exactly six lashes mark up his back. Five of them came from a few days into his sentence in solitary confinement when someone had come to give him food. He took advantage of this and tried to attack and flee, but it didn’t end well. He had been whipped as punishment and specifically told that he should count himself lucky, they wanted to give him longer than a year but Greagoir had crushed that idea almost instantly.

[bransonford-blog]

hawkeiing continued

Branson laughed softly, handing her a cup of coffee before walking over to the pot to refill his own mug.

“Of course I’ll stay!” He grinned, refilling his own mug.

“I’m rubbish at cookin’ though. Unless you fancy oatmeal. That, I can manage.” He returned to the table, glancing over at her.

“But anyway... How are you?”

[bransonford-blog]

Dear, all Marian Hawkes that follow me.

I’m sorry I am dumb and will have a big huge ridiculous crush on you.

With love,

Branson <3

[rxbelmage-blog]

hc + rain

   ╳┊ Anders loves the rain. Growing up in the Circle meant watching it from a window, the dark clouds reminiscent of his past on the farm. 

      The first time he escapes the rain soaks his skin, dirty blond hair sticking to his cheeks. It’s the best feeling in the world - Freedom. Even as the templars haul him back, they can’t take away the second best: Hope. 

       A soft smile graces his lips each time the sky darkens and somber clouds roll in. After Kirkwall he can’t help but remember the little boy who fought again and again to live his life out of chains. The boy who won.