champion

[vannhawke]

champion of kirkwall.

independent, selective, low activity vann hawke, champion of kirkwall

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[anecdotist]

the nugs stay.

#anecdotist - written by jd. multimuse featuring original and canon characters from marvel comics, dragon age, starfield, and baldur's gate 3.

[creepish]

my vibes arent off i am cursed theres a difference

[vannhawke]

i think a lot about the deep roads expedition.

i like to go with a carver and bethany lived situation because vann elects to leave both at home. he pulls carver aside and explicitly tells him that he's in charge and he has to protect the family, no buts, leandra and bethany come first now until vann makes it back. if he makes it back.

he's 50/50 on this whole gamble but he trusts varric's optimism. it's one big job and then his family can live safely. and then of course, everything that can go wrong does, and they barely make it back. vann's practically dragging himself back to their house only just in time for bethany to be dragged out by templars. vann's literally sucker punched and shoved in the dirt and varric still has to wrestle him down from starting a bigger fight with the templars. turns out carver's not there and it's because he'd joined the templars a few months back in an attempt to get them to stop looking at their family in the first place.

the chantry basically took half his family hostage while he was out trying to get them a better life and it's unclear who's more pissed about it, vann or leandra.

[likeluthien]

critical role c2e4-5 starters

a collection of sentence starters from campaign two of critical role, ranging from silly to more serious ones!! feel free to change pronouns at will, or mash some together for different meanings!!

❝ I know, dear. You’ve been through a bit. ❞ ❝ We’ll try really hard to not let you see us. ❞ ❝ We just need to take care of each other. ❞ ❝ Sorry for choking you with my stick. ❞ ❝ Thank you! I would kiss you if I could. ❞ ❝ There’s nothing wrong with being alone. ❞ ❝ Thought I was doing you a favor by leaving. ❞ ❝ He made me look like an asshole. ❞ ❝ Fuck, maybe I’m an asshole. ❞ ❝ Maybe you’re an asshole. ❞ ❝ You probably are an asshole. That’s all right, because so am I. ❞ ❝ Sometimes you need someone to be an asshole to get shit done. ❞ ❝ Oh god, I’m sorry. I have this burn in my butt from all the smoke you just blew up my ass. ❞ ❝ Is that what I have to look forward to? ❞ ❝ I kind of want to fucking punch you back. ❞ ❝ Why are you doing this? Why me? ❞ ❝ I don’t know if that bone’s supposed to be sticking out of that part. ❞ ❝ What happened to you? ❞ ❝ Is this one of those dreams where nobody has their clothes on? ❞ ❝ I’m not a hero. It’s more like a vigilante. ❞ ❝ We are totally coming back and not leaving on our own undercover. ❞ ❝ I’ll try anything once. ❞ ❝ I’m not going to kill you. ❞ ❝ I love flowers, did you get me any? ❞ ❝ I wouldn’t say I won, because I lost. ❞ ❝ These donuts are not that old. ❞ ❝ I’m flexible, but not that flexible. ❞ ❝ I’m pretty flexible. ❞ ❝ I don’t want to rob you of the joy of climbing a tree. ❞ ❝ I’ve never climbed a tree before. ❞ ❝ Have you ever seen an unicorn? ❞ ❝ What is it like being in your head? ❞ ❝ Oh, I’m so proud of you! ❞ ❝ We need to calm down and go back to bed. ❞ ❝ I thought we were all going to die. ❞ ❝ You want to go cow-tipping, don’t you? ❞ ❝ It’s vaguely what I imagine a buffalo would look like. ❞ ❝ You taste like a seaman. ❞ ❝ I had a dream, I’m sorry. A vivid one. ❞ ❝ I’ll be fine, really. ❞ ❝ Are there benefits to pickling your weapons? ❞ ❝ I do like pickles. ❞ ❝ I’m trying to be as forthright as I can. ❞ ❝ I’m good at figuring things out. I’m clever. ❞ ❝ Do you think you’re slowly turning into water? ❞ ❝ I hadn’t considered that terrifying thought, but thanks. ❞ ❝ I don’t really remember my dreams all that well. ❞ ❝ You just hurt them until they die. ❞ ❝ I feel really bad for saying that out loud. ❞ ❝ I’m going to sit, and sip this, and grin, and very silently have a mild nervous breakdown about what just went down. ❞

[freedomscall]

@vannhawke | a v hands-y starter

He’s far too touchy sometimes--- worn hands smoothing down the expanse of his lover's body whenever they can. Fingers tracing muscle and teasing hair, their delicate pads testing textures of cloth and armor. Rough palms following lines and curves of a battle worn physique as the warmth of his partner radiated against his skin.

Said hands were currently on either side of Hawke, blindly exploring as Anders presses a tender, albeit lazy kiss, to the warrior's mouth. Content, comfortable--- his hesitance, uncertainties, in sharing such intimacies near entirely evaporated in the confirmation that this too was something the other man now wanted after months upon months spent in close contact. He still finds a certain elation in it after years of near silent adoration, but works hard to keep the intensity, the eagerness, of his being in check. The mage wishes to let Vann set the pace of what they now had, for the most part, but… it is a hard thing, for someone as tactile as he, as fingers finally find the edge of the other's shirt and hands creep under it.

[vannhawke]

It's strange in a sort of heady way, this new intimacy with Anders. They'd been close for a few years. Good friends, he'd say. After his battle with the Arishok, Anders was one of the few people who Vann had let back in, had stayed despite his grief and melancholy. Anders had tended to his wounds with such care. Vann had spent days just watching his gentle hands, his fingers soft and warm in comparison to the cool touch of his healing magic.

But that was different to now. The touches Anders gave him now were still gentle, yet somehow more intimate. Despite the fact that the mage had probably seen most of Vann over the last few months between helping him heal or bathe, this was still different. Warmer, more leisurely. Vann felt it in his chest that this was different.

When Anders' fingers found his skin, he shivered lightly, the touch sending goosebumps up his sides. He smiled into their kiss, deepening it for a brief moment. Humming as he—gently!—bit Anders' lower lip, Vann pulled back, his hands cradling either side of Anders' face. "Shirt off?"

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

[babyanimalgifs]

Found my spirit animal 

(via)

[zooophagous]

I have been a sheep caretaker for like two days and already I'm like. Wow. I get it.

I get why these were some of the earliest mammals to ever be domesticated. They look up to humans with this sort of dumb but all at once innocent and pure and trusting expression. They're happy to see you. They follow you around. They like to be rubbed under their chins. Maybe its just some latent Scottish highland shepherd DNA I still have in me but I look at my sheep charges and suddenly I see why the love of God for humanity is so often described as a shepherd and his sheep. I'd fight a wolf for these guys. I'd go way the Hell out of my way for them. I'd carry their young for miles on my own back.

[redactedmatopoeia-deactivated20]

[tehnakki]

gawd, I fucking love sheep peeling videos.

[jaubaius]

Anatolian shepherd dog puppy in training

[2006barbie-deactivated20210102]

this is exactly the sort of information we the public needed to know 🥺

[mcflymemes]

ACTION PROMPTS FOR LEANING *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ kiss ] sender leans in to steal a kiss from receiver

[ tuck ] sender leans in to tuck their face in receiver's neck

[ secret ] sender leans in to whisper a secret in receiver's ear

[ hide ] sender leans in to receiver's body, hoping to hide against them in a moment of fear

[ nose ] sender leans in to kiss receiver's nose

[ hair ] sender leans in to fix receiver's hair

[ crowd ] in a busy, noisy crowd, sender leans in to receiver to speak to them

[ mess ] sender leans in to clean something off of receiver's face

[ paint ] sender leans in as they're painting (or applying makeup to) receiver's face

[ comfort ] seeking comfort, sender leans into receiver

[ establish ] sender leans into receiver in front of other people, hoping to establish that they're in a relationship

[ question ] sender leans in and asks receiver a question

[ intimate ] sender leans in to say/ask something intimate to receiver

[ head ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ freeze ] sender leans in to receiver's body, shivering cold and seeking warmth

[ scar ] sender leans in to see a scar on receiver's body

[ peer ] sender leans in to get a better look of receiver's face

[ squint ] sender leans in and squints at receiver

[ hug ] sender leans in and initiates a hug with receiver

[ rest ] sender unintentionally falls asleep leaning against receiver

[ speak ] sender leans in to hear receiver better as they're talking

[ touch ] sender leans into one of receiver's hands, eager to be touched by them

[ news ] sender leans away from receiver after hearing bad news

[ disgust ] sender makes a face and leans away from receiver quickly, disgusted by something they said or did

[ hurry ] sender leans away from receiver to try and pretend they're not together or not in a relationship

[ disbelief ] sender abruptly leans away from receiver, shocked by something they just said or did

[ away ] sender leans out of a hug between them and receiver, ending the embrace

[ distance ] sender backs away from receiver, desperate to establish distance between them

[fairydrowning]

Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."

[pyrophantom]

There’s A Good Reason There’s Blood On My Hands

[lone-blade]

tiny starter | @vannhawke

" And just what -- " the younger man stumbles over, a foaming mug of ale in either hand and flops down next to his brother. " -- has crawled up your arse and died? " Carver slides a mug across the tabletop--an offering, and cocks an eyebrow.

"You look right pitiful. Like someone stole your candy or called you short."

[vannhawke]

"You're short." Which is just--it's blatantly not true. Vann's modest height always appears even shorter around his monstrously huge brother. It's a wonder that he fits through doors with all that leg and shoulder to deal with. Vann took the offered drink with a shake of his head and a wry smirk.

"Job got cancelled. Didn't want to work with Fereldens." The beer's better on his tongue than his anger. He jerked his chin over at the group that just came through the door, now gathering around another table. "They replaced us."

[freedomscall]

It's almost sweet, how quickly his edges could soften with just the briefest touch and simplest affirmation--- figuratively ruffled feathers smoothed back by the minute brush of fingertips. It isn't what he WANTED to hear, but it is NEEDED all the same. The fight in the blond mildly subsided, attention brought back to the now champion before him and the emotions that displayed across their face before the attempt to stand. Anders stepped closer as Hawke lifted himself from his seat, the healer's hands instinctively moving with the desire to help if needed as Hawke's body marginally wavered with the strain of it. All this for Vann to offer his help, despite the fact that they're still very much recovering.

❝ Perhaps. ❞ He allowed himself a small smile in response, letting a hand gingerly settle on the younger man's back (for support, nothing else, he tells himself), ❝ It'd be just like old times, wouldn't it? Only 'THE CHAMPION OF KIRKWALL' helping to protect me sounds so much more menacing than just 'that Hawke boy' these days. Do you think we could get you all the way back up those stairs to pester Aveline about it? Or maybe just down through the cellar if he decides to come back? ❞

The latter thought was more tempting, even though he knew he SHOULDN'T encourage it. Darktown's miasma was the last thing Hawke needed back in his system these days, but... If only they could.. Anders simply couldn't help but imagine the look upon the guard's face over whatever nonsense he knew Aveline would offer.

[vannhawke]

There's a tingle up and down his spine where Anders touches his lower back, a radiating heat that's incredibly comforting. He can't remember the last time he'd been touched casually by someone familiar. Vann ignored the small catch in his throat, instead shifting his weight and spreading his stance to try and steady himself, appear a little sturdier, broader.

"I can still glare." His eyes narrowed into a mean glare for all of a few seconds before his eyes softened, the corners crinkling warmly. He'd manage to keep it up for longer, but in Anders' presence, he found it easier to remain playful. Vann motioned towards the corner of the study, where the gifted greatsword still sat. It'd been a reward from the city, he'd been told, in honor of his victory over the Arishok. Due to his injuries, he hadn't really gotten a chance to do more than look at it, but perhaps now was the perfect opportunity to put the gleaming sharp blade to use. "Prop me up somewhere with my sword. Easier to put the boy in his place. Lesson might actually stick."

Of course, his body chose then to betray him, a little cough growing and shaking his chest, turning his relatively steady stance wobbling and rocking with each hack. Vann gripped Anders' shoulder with his hand, feeling a little dizzy from the force of his coughs, but still determined to keep standing. "Maybe--" he tried to suppress his cough, failed, but continued, "--with a drink too."