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Hawk× Fenris " You know maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

Give Me Prompts

     “Worth it,” Hawke says emphatically. Fenris gives her a look, but holds his tongue. 

Aveline will have enough to say for both of them when she comes to unlock the cell. 

[curufinwefeanaro]

And one for Hawke, too: as a child she DEVOURED the adventure stories about the hero the Black Fox. During Acts 1 & 2, before she grew more disillusioned, Mar secretly liked to think of herself as the Black Hawk and would have preferred that epithet to Champion.

Tell me a fact about your character & I’ll tell you something related about mine.

Fëanor’s favourite books as a child were mostly Rúmil’s own work. Literacy among Amanyar elves only increased after the creation of the Tengwar (the verb that means “to read” is exactly tengwa) and whatever existed before was likely the result of Rúmil’s interest in language and lore, written in Sarati. 

The ones he read most often were tales of the Great Journey, an anthology of original Tatyarin stories and... probably a first contact with linguistics through Rúmil’s observations on language. 

Fëanor never took a title from those tales (being High Prince and content with that), but his lifelong interest in lore and fascination with Cuiviénen and/or the mythology of a boundless land was certainly influenced by those childhood readings. 

Also he wouldn’t have been so insistent when it came to being actually called and considered High King had it not been for the link to his father’s legacy. It’s not so much the power/authority/dignity of the position in itself being recognised as part of his person as much as the rightfulness being recognised as his. It’s not the duties, but the bond. He is High King because he is his father’s firstborn and heir and the title belongs to him --- also he will convince himself that he is the only one who can actually lead the Ñoldor through this journey back to their ancestral home, and that is also linked to kingship: Finwë, Elwë, and Ingwë became kings of their people exactly because they could and would lead them from Cuiviénen to Aman.

[canticleofmercy-a]

☦, ♕, and ↻, opinion of beard-related puns

Thrask has opinions if you couldn’t tell

☦ The Qun

Thrask knows very little about the Qun, in the philosophical sense, and what he knows is filtered by Chantry education. What he’s seen of the Qun in Kirkwall is also limited to the Antaam, and even then he hasn’t interacted with them much beyond the occasional meeting next to the docks and that one time outside the Blooming Rose.

He is, in fact, rather puzzled by the entire thing, and by the idea that some people might choose to join the Qun willingly. He’d assume they do it because it offers them greater possibilities in life, which allows them to overlook the flaws of the institution. He knows very little of the Saarebas, the “dangerous things”, or he’d be angry, outraged that they treat their mages that way, not even really giving them the protection they need, sewing their mouths shut and not even treating them as people (hypocrisy™ Of course the Circles are supposed to be better, and the fact that sometimes aren’t… doesn’t mean that he’ll cut the Qunari some slack for it).

Now, Thrask is generally an understanding person and rather sympathetic, so it’s possible that if he met a Qunari who is “the exception” as an individual, he wouldn’t treat them much differently from a human or elf (some fantasy racism going on here). The Qun as an institution, however, would still be coloured by his prejudice. A kind of wary, “polite” prejudice, which certainly didn’t improve with the attack on the City. On that side, he certainly recognises that they are great warriors, well-trained, and that when they hit, they hit damn hard. 

♕ Nobility

He hasn’t had many contacts with nobility, not the proper type, the dynasties, the ones with Orlesian ancestry and whatnot. Thrask doesn’t think about them all that much, beyond the fact that they’re kind of there. Attached to their traditions, ruling over their lands, marrying each other, caring about manners, et cetera. He’s a polite man, he knows how to interact with them without offending them, but their world isn’t his.

What he does know about nobility is that a mage noble isn’t treated the same as a mage commoner, not in the Gallows and not anywhere else. He sees that, he knows that a surname brings protection both inside and outside a Circle. He knows that, occasionally, a mage noble is allowed things that normal mages couldn’t dream of, despite the fact that technically they all lose any right to their title and inheritance. That disturbs him more than other things, this favoritism, though he can hardly do anything about it; though he wouldn’t do anything about it, because it means that some mages have it a little easier. But he is still not pleased by this truth.

↻ Beard-related puns

They’re growing on him.

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♡

For every “♡” I get I’ll give a tip on how to win my muse’s heart.

Feed her. Seriously, Inara is always hungry and she is also not a great cook -- she can bake, but her cooking skills are lacking. If you can make her a nice hearty beef dish, make vegetables taste good, or introduce her to something new, she will be thrilled. Plus, the fact that you were willing to put in the effort to prepare a meal for her - and the closeness of eating together - will always make her little heart flutter. 

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          He paused, fluttering his wings against the wind, and added           conversationally, “Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart.           I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”

                                                    ---Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

                                             credit: x x x x x x x x

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“What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.”

     “Now’s not the time.”

Later, Inara expected, this whole ordeal would be hilarious. The marquis who had, quite literally, exploded into a sloth monster in the middle of a banquet after choking on a peeled grape was, in itself, humorous. She’d probably even buy Varric’s version of it. She’d probably even laugh at his bad jokes and reckless exaggerations. She’d probably even go see the play.

But right now, surviving seemed to be a great deal more engrossing than the many, many puns that could probably be made with every passing second. Inara’s muscles were tense, practically vibrating with the memories of what had happened the last time she’d faced a Sloth demon -- she had no great desire to repeat that ordeal, and her mind was screaming kill it kill it kill it kill it as loudly as it could, like a frightened noblewoman uselessly flapping at the reins on a runaway horse. 

     “Don’t get too close. They can make you dizzy. I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking for another trip to the Fade. Shit, I didn’t even want to come to Kirkwall.”

[howeveryclever]

You're my #1 Hottie McGrumpface.

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tomurderandcreate replied to your post:ok but on another note shoutout to da2 for having...

in origins they couldn’t make the horns work with helmets, iirc; all qunari were always supposed to have horns and they just couldn’t get the graphics to wor for it. then i think they retconned in the fact that hornless qunari are seen has having special destinies or whatever.

OK SO AT LEAST I KNOW THAT I DIDNT DREAM THAT PART ABOUT HORNS NOT WORKING WITH HELMETS. but yeah they did retcon it to say that hornless qunari are incredibly rare and seen as special.