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I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear boyfriend,

#;come talk to me maybe?

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[CAILAN VOICE] GLORIOUS

#;brother bear #[MARIAN SCREAMING]#{ mun approves 1000+ }#;que first ask questions later?

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#;self portrait #;The Storyteller #{ -hawke voice- I LOVE IT }#;que first ask questions later?

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#;Hawke's journal #majestic breeze passes through hair

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Commander Marian Hawke (Male Version Here) ↳ "When in doubt, run away, and let me handle it."

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"Isabela! What brings you to my humble abode today? Or do you bring news of an exciting new adventure we could go on?"

A mischievious grin spread across her lips as she made her way down the steps to the pirate, somewhat delighted that Isabela had come by since she had been inside writing letters all day and she was very close to dying because of how dreadfully boring her day had been so far.

#{ Hello hello! C: }#shorelinesiren

apostateslegacy-blog

“Likewise, but I sure wouldn’t be pleased about it.”

They’d fought and defeated legions of undead, still Garrett was very uncomfortable around them and the mere thought of that burned corpse moving and attacking them again made him want to reduce it into a pile of ashes, so he’d be sure that wouldn’t happen. His sister would laugh at him or tell him he was exaggerating – or both – so he didn’t, but the idea was there. With a grimace of disgust, he turned away, shoving what he could in his bag and pockets.

“I’m sure that most of those who’d crossed path with her would rather be called unfortunate; we are the lucky ones, Marian. Even if she’s avoiding us somehow, now. Also I don’t know what you mean by that – should you look away, I always have your back.”

He snickered and waited for her to find the map, raising a brow at all the junk she was carrying along. Well, he couldn’t really comment, as he had the habit of collecting little things, mechanically keeping what he found on their way until he had to make room in the packs. As soon as Marian told it was Hasmal, he headed to the west, easy to locate when it was nearly dusk.

“We should invest in a bunch of new things, actually; have you seen your bag? And my boots? First thing we do in Hasmal is going to the market.”

wittymagehawke

"I don't think anyone would be pleased with it, brother."

Marian took the items Garrett couldn't take and put in in her tattered and worn leather bag, the straps of the thing looked like they could snap at any given moment and it impressed her since it hadn't snapped on her despite the abuse it went through on their venture. She slung it onto her back and moved away from the corpse, hoping that the stench would lessen as she moved away from it and to her delight, the stench weakened once she turned away -- it was still bad, nonetheless, but at least it was weaker.

"True, I suppose those who have crossed paths with her would not now who she was or doubt her altogether. And she doesn't exactly come at good times, she comes when she wants to. Yes, yes, I know, I'm just saying. I do know you have my back, just like I have yours."

She only rolled her eyes at him, shoving her little trinkets back into her bag then walking quickly to match his long strides as he walked and upon hearing that he wanting to go shopping for new boots, she proceeded to roll the map up and reach up to smack him with it before folding it up and placing it in one of the pouched on her belt.

"The first thing we do in Hasmal is to eat some food. I don't know about you, but I'm starving and I'd like to eat before we do any kind of shopping. Then we get a new map, a new bag for me, new boots for the both of us and whatever else we need."

#apostateslegacy #v; Teach me the Dragon Trick #{ marian's all about food first ngl }

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“Exactly! Also he can’t tell us off if he doesn’t know, and even if he knows later, he gotta be proud instead because we’re taking precautions.”

Garrett had always been good at finding ways to turn his bad ideas into brilliant ones – or at least, to convince himself of it. His grin widened upon hearing his sister’s agreement and he grabbed their cloaks hung on the door, throwing Marian’s in her hands.

“Leave your hair, we need to do this quickly. If we’re not back before sunset Mother is going to be mad at us.”

“If I don't tie up my hair it'll get caught in things! And if there's a leaf in my hair then Papa'll know for sure that we did what he said not to do.”

She clumsily tugged the cloak around her petite shoulders and tied it closed. Marian knew that it was a bad idea but to her, the fun they would have sneaking around is worth the trouble they'd get into. She glanced around a little to see if either of their parents were around and when she saw that no one was around and took Garrett's hand and tugged him out happily.

“Come on then, let's hurry! I don't want Mother to lecture us again or ground us.”

#apostateslegacy #v; Lothering will always be my home

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#{ -gestures- aLL OF THESE PEOPLE HAVE NICE ACCENTS AND VOICES }#{ LIKE DANG }#{ then there's me with a weird mix of an American/British accent lmao }#;outofgiggles #;Don't mind me

aquilaoculorum

@wittymagehawke

"Why is it that whenever you show up, something bad happens?” the elf asked, his distaste with the person whom he’d never met very clear via his expression.

wittymagehawke

♔ — ❝Ouch! Such disdain in your voice! Yet, I believe that we haven't actually met. But Humor me, what have I done now?❞

An eyebrow quirked in curiosity as she looked at the him, completely certain of the fact that they hadn't met before. Or they could have and she had just forgotten, but that was very unlikely for Hawke remembered everyone that she met. Unless they were nobles. She could never remember the names of nobles.

#{ asdfghjkl I'm so sorry! Thank you for sending me a message about this and thank you for writing it up! }#aquilaoculorum #v; Demons Raining from the Sky

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Alistair is grateful not to be noticed as he winds through the streets of Kirkwall. The cloak he has pulled about his shoulders isn’t really much use as a disguise, light and unhooded as it is, but no one seems to pay him much mind. He has a scrap of parchment in his hand, a crudely, messily drawn map that doesn’t really seem to corroborate with any of the streets down which he is passing; none of the distances or directions make much sense and he wonders, again, how on earth the person who sketched it for him can be a writer with a hand like that. There is a crest on the wall opposite him, gilded into a door, and he peers down at the paper and then back up to compare the two. He supposes—if one was told to draw the crest without lifting pen from paper, and using only seven lines, they could be the same. Breathing out a sigh and hoping he hasn’t been misled, Alistair tucks the paper into his sleeve and crosses the square, rapping his knuckles against the door sharply.

Hawke was sat at her desk, boredly going through and replying to the pile of letters that seemed to grow as days went on. If it were up to her, she would be out and venturing across Kirkwall, seeing what trouble would inevitably find her, but, alas, here she was, stuck behind her desk and writing letters. She planned to delay the task as much as possible, for as long as she could go for without having someone lecturing her about the importance of humoring the nobles in order to prevent the drama that they tended to begin.

A groan escaped from the Champion as she ran nimble fingers through raven black hair before reaching for her cup of wine and taking a few long sips, her cerulean eyes flicking over the words she had carefully laced together in the letter, seeing if she had derailed anywhere and accidentally wrote something too inappropriate to whom she was writing to.

Her mother always told her to hold her tongue whenever she wrote letters. "Well, you do have a tendency to... irritate those you speak to. Do try to be more careful with your words, darling." Was what Leandra would always say.

The sound of someone knocking on her door was music to her ears and brought a delighted grin on her face. It didn't mater if it turned out to be another troubled person asking favors -- at least she didn't have to write anymore blasted letters.

Hawke listened from her study as Bodahn opened the door and greeted the stranger, deciding to swing her door open and make an entrance when the dwarf said he would go get her.

❝Greetings, I'm Hawke. Champion of Kirkwall and Queen of writing terrible letters. What bring you to my estate?❞

#{ -paps face- it's ok bb it's not awful at all }#thereluctantking #v; Hawke to the Rescue