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She’s worthy!!

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☝☝

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i like the idea that by act 3, like 70% of hawke’s reputation in kirkwall is just built on elaborate lies and stories that varric makes up about them. like, “hawke single-handedly saves the mines outside of kirkwall because she can speak dragon” or “oh, didn’t you know? hawke destroyed the entire invisible sisters gang by sniping each individual member from up on the hawke estate rooftop.” and the citizens of kirkwall, who at this point have literally seen hawke defeat the arishok in single combat and save the entire city, are just like “oh shit seems legit”

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This is not the first time she picked Loki.

Marvel, are you hinting something?

(I don’t mind this pair😳)

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I really want a movie where there’s this Dark Brooding Male Hero who’s like, a total badass, and during all the fight scenes he keeps getting flashbacks to happy images of his wife, and like his whole narrative is framed around his wife, and all the other heroes on his team know that he’s got this passion and vengeance and think it all has to do with his dead wife… but then near the end of the movie his wife shows up and he’s like “hey babe” they’re all shocked and they’re like, “Wait I thought all your power and passion came from avenging your dead wife?” and he’s like “no bro, I just really love my wife, she’s really cool, she’s what keeps me going” like… a reverse fridge

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I fell in love with his soul before I could even touch his skin. If that isn’t true love, then please tell me what is.

-derunbekannte

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You ever remember Varric saying “you people have done enough to [Hawke] already” and just wanna sob?

You ever imagine Hawke waking up screaming in the middle of the night from another nightmare that’s mostly memory, and Varric being there to calm them down and bring them back to reality?

Hawke going off the grid and Varric is the only one that manages to keep in touch and know what’s going on

Hawke being so quiet and more responsible than usual and it killing Varric because this is HAWKE they dance drunk on the tables of The Hanged Man, they punch stone golems with no gauntlets on, they sneak a mabari into their fancy hightown manor and get dirty pawprints everywhere, they form big cuddle piles with the whole gang, they certainly DO NOT spend all their time alone and pensive wondering about the fate of the world and their role in it

Hawke volunteers to die in the fade so quickly and for a second Varric sees the possibility of losing his dearest friend not just to some fade monster but…to their own self-loathing and guilt

You ever imagine platonic soul mates Varric and Hawke camping out in the middle of nowhere, Varric telling wild tall tales to make Hawke laugh again for the first time in years?

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wolfpawn:

Loki sat staring at the Bifrost. Letting Evangelyne go back to Vanaheim did something to his very soul, it tore him asunder internally to watch her leave, every part of his being was begging to go with her or grab her and keep her there with him, there was an ache in his heart as the lights of the Bifrost whirred to life and took his beautiful hawk away from him.

‘Loki?’ He turned to look at his brother solemnly. ‘We need to do some work.’

‘You cannot possibly expect me to concentrate on such menial things.’

‘It will make it easier.’

‘Thor, a word of advice brother, nothing makes having your soulmate taken from you only to have to endure a being that makes Hela herself seem like our mother in her stead, “easier”.’

‘I know, Brother. But it will only be more difficult to wait here for her doing nothing. This will take time, and that is a painful reality of it.’

‘You know nothing of this. Look at your current situation, Helena is deemed worthy of you, without question, while I…’ He inhaled deeply. ‘You say you know, and I am aware that you mean you understand from an outside view looking at how it is, but you do not know from my point of view, Thor, you cannot know and in many ways, as much as I wish you could understand, I am glad you cannot.’

‘I do not think I would have your fortitude.’ Thor acknowledged.

‘You do not.’

‘Come, we need to organise a few things, you were out of action for too long.’ Thor took Loki by the shoulder and pulled him along to usher him along.

‘I am not in the mood for such things.’

‘I know Brother, but something I was trying to not worry you with, Cressida is known to go for tea at this hour, and if she sees you…’ Thor was not required to say any more, with one last look at the Bifrost, Loki followed his brother, terrified at the idea of dealing with the insufferable woman. They made their way through the palace, using the smaller and less populated passageways so as to ensure they did not come across the vile woman. Finally, with a little effort, they made their way to Thor’s rooms, knowing that Loki’s would be somewhere Cressida would surely search for him.

He looked around sadly at his brother’s belongings, different bits and pieces that, like Loki, he had accumulated over the years, there were things they had alike, like books, a few weapons and even gifts from foreign realms, but other things were different, accolades he had achieved differed from Loki’s own, gifts from his friends, and of course, the few extra treats for being their father’s favourite.

He was looking around the room aimlessly when he paused and looked down. In his pocket, he could feel the stone call to his seidr. Knowing Evangelyne was calling to him, he took it out. ‘Evy.’

When she heard Lokis voice an honest, involuntary smile appeared on her face. For the smallest of moments she could forget about where she was and what had happened, just because she could hear him. With everything going so terribly wrong for the two of them, it was wonderful that at the very least one thing worked.

Gradually she poured more of her seidr into the stone and concentrated to weave the magic into a projection of herself. Even though the stones were very well connected, she had to build up the image in her stone and send it over to his, and have it be moving alongside her. Over time she would surely master this to a point where she could send a full body image of her, but for now all she managed was a very see-through image of her head and down to her shoulders. “ Luck is shining on us Cricket. The stones work.” her words were more enthusiastic as she actually felt, but she knew he could use a pick-me-up as well. Both of them had put on a brave face to cover their real feelings for too long and she wasn’t going to do that again. However, in this instance it seemed unnecessary to waste their time on being unhappy about being separated, when they could use it to be happy about seeing each other. “ Don’t dare to show me up by sending a clearer picture than I’m sending you. I warn you. My ego is very fragile.” Despite her words this was a clear call to arms, which was underlined by her grin. Now he had to be better than her or leave this meeting a loser. Whatever Cressida had stolen from them, she would not be able to ruin what the two of them were at the very core: The best of friends.

Of course she loved him, her soul had chosen his. But none of that love would be worth anything if they weren’t friends. It was the reason why neither of them had ever found true love in the arms of another. Romantic love and attraction wasn’t enough. And while she did enjoy every romantic gesture of his, if they weren’t interrupted by a prank, a joke or a tease once in a while she’d eventually get bored of him. And she knew the Trickster felt the same way.

The Cricket and the Hawke, Act 3

#wolfpawn #Asgardian Verse #OTP: there can be no one else

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The Cricket and the Hawke, Act 3

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As she stepped through the Bifrost it was like she was visiting Vanaheim for the very first time. She had visited the realm before, but it had been many years, and the last time she had come here, she had been too occupied with dying to notice anything around her. Now she saw that it was a beautiful place. Even though she was near the palace, she was surrounded by a sea of trees that danced lazily in the breeze. The magic of Nature was hardly matched by anything people could conjure up.

Still, it wasn’t something she was able to enjoy. Not really. Coming here, again, had meant to give up what little control she had, again, over the situation. All she could do was sit tight and pray to whomever would listen that her friends would come through for her.

Of course the Light-Elf trusted them. All of them wanted her and Loki to succeed, and even if it wasn’t out of friendship and love towards them, their dislike of Cressida would be enough to motivate them to get her out of the picture.

Ripping her out of her thoughts, Fandral took her hand into his as he lead her forward with the group they belonged to. She squeezed it as a show of gratidue. Having him here would make it easier. It made her less exiled. Normally she was a chatty person, but now she was glad that Fandral, oh charming Fandral, did all the talking for her. He was ever so good with people, especially with women, which made it easier for her to aclimate to the situation in silence.

Many hours later she entered her room. The same room that had almost become her grave. It reminded her of how fragile she was now. How could someone that was so good, like loving someone and being loved in return, turn into something so ugly that ripped her apart?

The Light-Elves that bonded for their lifetime were envied by all. Their bond made them stronger. There were nary better teams, may it be warriors or scholars, than a bonded couple. Even apart they were known to excell, as long as their separation wasn’t forced.

Not in this case though. In this case all the ugly parts of her heritage had risen to the surface and left in a horrible after taste.

With a sigh she sat down on her bed.. deathbed... bed and looked at the communication stone that she had kept in her hand all day. Slowly she let her seidr caress it and hoped that Loki would answer her call.

#wolfpawn #Asgardian Verse #OTP: there can be no one else

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charmingsrisingson:

“Fair enough..” Jax compromised and lead the way. He craved a cigarette and knew that he’d be better off having it outside. Evy was the exact person he needed to be in the company of right now as she never failed to be his becon of hope and rationality.

She followed him up the roof and sat down next to him. “ Ok, so what happened and how bloody is it going to end?” 

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charmingsrisingson:

“What isn’t?” Jax half joked. His smile faltered. “Difficult day.. Conflictin’ visions.. I just want to cuddle and do some journaling.” He explained honestly while getting lost in Evy’s breathing eyes. 

“ You can do that, but you could also come up to the roof with me and just tell me what’s going on with you can Clay.” 

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charmingsrisingson:

Jax sighed. 

“Sorry. babe.” He got to his feet and walked over to embrace her. 

She hugged him back and gave him an encouraging smile. “ What’s going on?” 

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“ Wow, you’re in a good mood today.” 

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“What the hell do you want?”

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Imagine you and Jax hearing your son say "Mama" and "Dada" for the first time.

(Requested by @charmingsrisingson for @allyments )

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Imagine Jax singing Can't Sleep Without You/ Harlow's Song by Good Charlotte to your baby son as he falls asleep.

(Another request by @charmingsrisingson for @allyments . Also ignore the words on the gif.)

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Imagine being Jax’s high school sweetheart and him leaving charming with you when you go to College.

(Requested for @charmingsrisingson by @allyments . I love you guys and I hope you both like it.)

“You’re sure about this?” You asked over the phone.

“I’m sure darlin’ long as I’m with you. I’ll be there soon.” He replied.

“See you soon. I love you.” You told him.

“Love you too babe.” He chuckled.

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Dragon Age 2/Archer