#autumn amell

[becauseanders]

OC picrews!

got tagged here by @sillyliterature, thank you!

autumn amell:

marian hawke:

astrid trevelyan:

i'll leave my mass effect ocs out for now, lol

tagging @motherofmabari, @dismalzelenka, @little--abyss, @grandmaswormsoup

#tag game #autumn amell #marian hawke #astrid trevelyan

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

OC Questionnaire (Part 2)

And here's the rest of them (here are the others)! xdd

NAME: Liam Amell/Hawke

NICKNAME: Hawke, Prancer, Shorty, Bro (he and Bethy started calling each other bro and sis ironically and then it became unironical)

GENDER: Male

TAROT CARD:  Three of Swords

HEIGHT: Lower end of average

ORIENTATION: Bi (and maybe demi-ace?)

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan Human (Marcher/Fereldan parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Blueberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Early to mid autumn

FAVORITE FLOWER: Dandelions

FAVORITE SCENT: Nutmeg, freshly cut grass, leather balm

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee (with milk)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7?

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs, no contest lol

DREAM TRIP: None really, he's fine with staying in the south

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 0-1 (smh he keeps sharing beds with blanket stealers....)

RANDOM FACT: Someone tried to insult him once by saying he smells like wet dog. Unfortunately for them, he took it as a compliment

NAME: Lilian Amell/Hawke

NICKNAME: Lil Bird (don't call her that), Hawke, Champ

GENDER: Female (would probably experiment with gender expression more if there weren't other things on her mind)

TAROT CARD:  Wheel of Fortune or King of Wands

HEIGHT: Tall (def taller than Liam)

ORIENTATION: Demiro bi and poly

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan Human (Marcher/Fereldan parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Peaches

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Golden rain

FAVORITE SCENT: Sea air, dried fish, vanilla, rum

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate, even if she denies it

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8-ish, up to 10 if she has the chance to (gets grumpy if she gets less)

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs

DREAM TRIP: Rivain (been there, loves it)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2

RANDOM FACT: Forever mad that Seb outdrinks her at every competition and forever determined to beat him

NAME: Juniper Margaret June Trevelyan

NICKNAME: Junie (childhood nickname; won't let anyone call her that), Sparker, Bluetit

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD:  Knight of Wands

HEIGHT: Short (shortest of my human guys, only taller than noya and kala lol)

ORIENTATION: Aro Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Marcher Human

FAVORITE FRUIT: Cherry tomatoes (they're fruit!) (shes not much of a fruit person)

FAVORITE SEASON: Late summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Doesn't have one

FAVORITE SCENT: Hay, burnt dust, petrol, ozone

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8

DOGS OR CATS: Both but slight dog bias

DREAM TRIP: Minrathous

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 (she gets hot easily)

RANDOM FACT: She can make her hair sparkle like snow with ice magic

NAME: Ari Adaar

NICKNAME: ..Ari is the nickname lolol

GENDER: Agender (presents masc but Qunari gender is funky)

TAROT CARD: The World or Seven of Cups

HEIGHT: Tall (i like to think he is a bit taller than Bull just because it's funny)

ORIENTATION: Pan and some flavour of a-spec

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Marcher Vashoth (Seheron parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pomelo but he's allergic; 2nd choice is woodapple

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Elder or Jasmine

FAVORITE SCENT: Cardamon, pine needles, iron

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Black tea (w loads of sugar)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5

DOGS OR CATS: Neither, really

DREAM TRIP: Antiva, to Josie's place :)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 usually, 2 or one thick one in skyhold/very cold places

RANDOM FACT: He takes an interest in beekeeping and might get into it properly if/when he settles down

NAME: Adriel (Hawke)

NICKNAME: Addie, Pup, Magpie, Junior

GENDER: Female (has a bit of a gender crisis/ experimentation phase when she learns she's intersex but settles back on to female)

TAROT CARD: The Hermit

HEIGHT: Average to tall-ish (grows up to be about as tall as Fenris)

ORIENTATION: A-spec lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: ?? Elf (she doesn't know; probably Marcher?)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pomegranates!

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring to early summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Pansies

FAVORITE SCENT: Fresh linen, cats (they smell good!), hot wax

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Fruity teas

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7

DOGS OR CATS: Cats

DREAM TRIP: Kind of really curious about Tevinter actually (don't tell pa....)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, preferably fuzzy!

RANDOM FACT: She is scared of horses because the first time she tried to ride one it god spooked by something and threw her off

#was thinking abt putting robin too but i really dont have enough of a solid grasp on them yet #my ocs #oc: liam hawke #oc: lilian hawke #oc: june trevelyan #oc: ari adaar #oc: adriel

[salsedinepicta]

OC(s) Questionnaire

Tagged by @greypetrel - and her characters are just beautiful, so I'd highly recommend to hop on her blog and read her version :> 💜 Thanks for the tag!

Tagging: maybe @coloricioso could be interested? No pressure as usual ✨ +plus anyone who is interested!

Everything under "Read more" after the first one, of course.

NAME: Gwydion Hawke

NICKNAME: Hawke, of course - the firstborn can take dibs on the family surname. And then Gideon, since 1. that's how most people misspell his actual name and 2. Varric uses it in his stories (it's “more suited for the hero”). He doesn't mind.

GENDER: Male, although he takes it easy. In a modern AU he would be the Hakwe sibling most likely to experiment with gender presentation - and in every universe he just knows he'd look good in a dress/corset.

STAR SIGN: Libra

HEIGHT: 178 cm / 5’8”

ORIENTATION: Gay

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Literally a random human born on a ship – 100% conceived in Kirkwall though.

FAVORITE FRUIT: All the citruses

FAVORITE SEASON: Early Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Forget-me-not, snowdrops, zagare (orange blossoms).

FAVORITE SCENT: Crushed elfroot, rain, lyrium potions - and why must lyrium be toxic when it clearly smells like raspberries and tangerines? UH? Templars are gatekeeping it. He is literally the only one saying this. At some point he’ll think fondly of sewage.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, preferably cold.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Around 7, but not consecutive.

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs AND cats AND also every single animal willing to be pet - why would you deny a centipede some love? And did anyone actually tried to raise a baby dragon? Cowards.

DREAM TRIP: Antiva, or Rivain – it sounds fun, from Isabela’s stories, and he is intrigued by their religious customs (and generally different approach to magic). Not without 50+ SPF though, have you seen Anders' skintone?

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Just a few, he doesn’t particularly suffer the cold – and he’s a cuddly sleeper.

RANDOM FACT: Extremely tactile, hands must be occupied (almost) all the time. He makes his own bows and then whittle silly little figurines with the scraps of wood - usually they all end up looking like chunky animals of debatable identification.

NAME: Maren Hawke

NICKNAME: Mari (used only by selected people – Bethany can, Carver may or may not find nettles in his bed the next day) and various epithets by Varric (he finds her difficult to pin down, to his extreme annoyance). When she’ll get into Kirkwall’s politics people will start to call her Lady Amell, to everyone amusement.

GENDER: Female

STAR SIGN: Scorpio

HEIGHT: 170 cm / 5’5”

ORIENTATION: Official not-so-mean lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Human, born in Ferelden, even if she doesn’t feel a strong national connection to it.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pears, quince, pomegranates

FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn and Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Wild violets, daisies

FAVORITE SCENT: Parchment and ink, ambergris, wild roses’ oil, metal.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Black coffee in public, hot chocolate with lots of spices (and something sweet to eat on the side) in more private settings.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Better not to ask. Around 5, to avoid dreaming – she will slowly get better during the years.

DOGS OR CATS: Birds, obviously.

DREAM TRIP: For political reasons, all the cities of the Free Marches. And Weisshaupt/the Anderfels to pester the Wardens about griffin’s eggs – because what Merrill wants, Merrill gets.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: At least 4, because half of them will be stolen by Merrill during the night.

RANDOM FACT: Does she care about fashion? Not particularly, but she is highly aware of the power of appearences, and how to convey certain messages through clothes. She prefers small and significant jewelry over flashy one, but absolutely loves a nice statement headpiece, especially with some kind of drapery or veil – so she can literally put behind a curtain annoying people with a subtle turn of her head.

NAME: Malva Surana

NICKNAME: Irving’s pet, Surana, debatable variations on her name when Jowan wanted to be annoying – after the Circle, she is just Malva and then the Warden Commander.

GENDER: Do you have a gender if the circumstances of your birth make you less than a person in the eye of society? Ahaha, anyway, female.

STAR SIGN: Aquarius

HEIGHT: 160 cm / 5’2”

ORIENTATION: Very queer - preference for women, but willing to experiment for the sake of it, if she fancies so. In another world, her and Gwydion would be the monsterfuckers, let’s be real.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Definitely a city elf (the tattoos are random lines, made by someone who wanted her to remember but had no idea how a vallaslin really looks like, or how and when they are done) – maybe from Denerim’s alienage? But as far as she knows, there is no past before Kinloch Hold.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Blackberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: The kind of question that would trigger a half-an-hour-long aswer. For brevity sake: nightshade, hellebore, wisteria, ivy (not a flower, but impossible not to mention), and mallow.

FAVORITE SCENT: Burning wood, moss and damp earth, rosemary, wildberries.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Definitely tea. She is the mistress of the most absurd herbal infusions. They are great and they'll cure your cavities and other various ailments - but you don't want to know the ingredients. Don’t.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Between 6-8, can wake up every day at the same time without any alarm of sort.

DOGS OR CATS: If really pressed she'd say dogs (“They are great traveling companions”) but immediately regrets it because of all the fond memories of Ser Pounce-a-lot.

DREAM TRIP: The Thirashan forest, Arbor Wilds, Arlathan Forest – pretty much an elven history roadtrip to try to reclaim that part of her identity.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Just one or two, wrapped all around her chrysalis-like because her subconscious still believes that the other apprentices will steal them.

RANDOM FACT: For a moment, she was Justice's first choice for a possible living host - she never knew it, though.

#This was really fun and also harder than I'd expect #dragon age oc #oc questionnaire #Text

[cao-the-dreamer]

Tagged by @dungeons-and-dragon-age thank you! Never passing the opportunity to rant about my children :3 decided to go with the tarot cards too :D

Tagging mmm @razumairon and whoever else wanna play

NAME: Ymir Brosca

NICKNAME: Mimir, Love (by Alistair)

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Page of swords

HEIGHT: Smol (barely reach Alistair's torso)

ORIENTATION: Demi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Orzammarian

FAVORITE FRUIT: Peach

FAVORITE SEASON: Early autumn (especially when it rains)

FAVORITE FLOWER: Rose

FAVORITE SCENT: Wet dirt, rain

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, especially herbal infusions

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 10 (could sleep through blaring trumpets)

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs!

DREAM TRIP: Par Vollen, so she can say hello to unofficial dad Sten

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 8 (it's freaking cold on the surface)

RANDOM FACT: During her time on the surface, she discovered she loves playing with dirt when it rains. She ends up doing dirtballs fight with Alistair

NAME: Galenos Amell

NICKNAME: Gal (only by Sulemadin), big guy, dumbass (affectionate), mi corazon (by Zevran)

GENDER: Male

TAROT CARD: The Lovers

HEIGHT: Fucking huge (Sten-sized)

ORIENTATION: Gay

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher

FAVORITE FRUIT: Loquat

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Wisteria

FAVORITE SCENT: Wine

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate (the very thick kind)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 2 + numerous naps he takes during the day (he can sleep while standing)

DOGS OR CATS: Both, he's not picky

DREAM TRIP: Antiva (maybe to take over the Crows with Zevran), Kirkwall (he wants to say hello to his cousins)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: None (Zev is his blanket)

RANDOM FACT: He can change his body into water, but he forgets his clothes do not, so he will fight naked more often than not

NAME: Sulemadin Surana

NICKNAME: Dude (only by Galenos), Milady (by Morrigan), no one else is allowed to give her nicknames

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Knight of Wands

HEIGHT: slightly smaller than Morrigan

ORIENTATION: Mean Lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan, born in Denerim (she was raised alongside the Tabris family)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Fig

FAVORITE SEASON: End of winter/early spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Oleander

FAVORITE SCENT: Smoke

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: None (can't stomach them)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5

DOGS OR CATS: Cats, she takes care of Ser-Pounce-a-lot until she can give him back to Anders

DREAM TRIP: Emerald graves

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2

RANDOM FACT: She likes to shift into a cat so she can cuddle with Morrigan or knock things off the table just to be a menace

NAME: Keti Hawke

NICKNAME: Kitty Cat (friends and family), Tiger (during her time with Meeran)

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Knight of Swords

HEIGHT: Average

ORIENTATION: Demi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan/Half Elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: Raspberry

FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn

FAVORITE FLOWER: Jasmine

FAVORITE SCENT: Jasmine

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate with cinnamon

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 3-4

DOGS OR CATS: Neither, she likes mice

DREAM TRIP: Rivain

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1

RANDOM FACT: She carries mice in her pockets and performs tricks with them to cheer up her siblings or Fenris

NAME: Sotos Hawke

NICKNAME: Ferret, Toto (by Merrill)

GENDER: He, they, whatever you want he doesn't really care

TAROT CARD: The Moon

HEIGHT: Same as Keti

ORIENTATION: Asexual biromantic

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan/Half Elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: Orange and other citrus

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Dandelion

FAVORITE SCENT: Leather

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, with a lot of honey

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 3-4

DOGS OR CATS: He loves his dog but honestly he's not picky, he will cuddle anything he can

DREAM TRIP: Orzammar

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, though he doesn't really need it since he's always snuggled with his dog

RANDOM FACT: He grew vertical gardens on the walls of the alienage so Merrill and the other elves could have fresh veggies during the season (they knew he used magic to make the plants grow but ssshhh they can keep a secret)

NAME: Tzipporah Lavellan

NICKNAME: Auntie, Tzip, Mama Bird

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Strength

HEIGHT: Cullen Tall

ORIENTATION: Aroace

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher/Antivan

FAVORITE FRUIT: Mulberry

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Sunflower

FAVORITE SCENT: Rosemary, thyme

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee with halla milk

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs! They make excellent hunting companions

DREAM TRIP: Going back home

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, she shares it with Alim

RANDOM FACT: She spent six months in the alternate timeline with Dorian instead of like, one day. Deeply traumatising but at least she came back with a weird ghost/skeleton puppy who's loyal to fault and keeps biting Solas' shins for some reason

NAME: Alim Trevelyan

NICKNAME: Frog boy, Lordy Froggy, your royal froggyness (all invented by Sera, they kinda stuck. He loves them)

GENDER: Intersex boy

TAROT CARD: Six of pentacles

HEIGHT: same as Sera

ORIENTATION: Questioning

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher/Half elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: Apple

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Forget-me-not

FAVORITE SCENT: Clove, cinnamon, vanilla

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, the rest makes him too jittery

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: He has insomnia

DOGS OR CATS: Frogs :3

DREAM TRIP: The Anderfels (he wanna see a griffin!)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, shared with Tzipporah

RANDOM FACT: He built a pond in the gardens for his frogs; Sera found more for him but to keep them he had to wear one on his head for a whole day (which he did, much to Sera's hilarity)

#tag game #dragon age #ymir brosca #galenos amell #sulemadin surana #keti hawke #sotos hawke #alim trevelyan #Tzipporah lavellan

[pinayelf]

OC Questionnaire

I love these! I was tagged by @shivunin and @greypetrel! Tysm ❤️

tagging: @ruthvelyan, @vakarians-babe and @buchimgay ❤️ no pressure!

I always do Immy, so I'm going to do Amihan, Sinag and Maya!

(And like shivunin I'm swapping star sign for tarot cards as idk enough abt astrology lol)

NAME: Amihan Alejandra Elena Amell

NICKNAME: Ami or Mimi (must be a close friend or lover to use)

GENDER: Cis female

TAROT: The Tower

HEIGHT: 4'11 (149cm)

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher of Seheron descent (She would be Filipino in our world)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Apples

FAVORITE SEASON: Mostly autumn but loves the beach during the summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Roses (lol)

FAVORITE SCENT: Cinnamon, parchment, star anise

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 🤷🏽‍♀️

DOGS OR CATS: Cats (Amihan gave the Mabari to Alistair she is actually terrified of dogs and hates them lmao)

DREAM TRIP: Wherever she doesn't have to be a warden, she hates being a warden

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Usually 2, as it's cold in Ferelden

RANDOM FACT: Amihan was a doodler in Kinloch, she would doodle on the corner of the parchment on her notes. All that scrap parchment you collect in your inventory is there because Amihan draws on it w the leftover burnt wood from the fireplace. She once drew Alistair's side profile. She gets into painting during Awakening and her first full painting is her pet cat, Cheese.

NAME: Sinag Gabriella Hawke

NICKNAME: Hawke, Diday (by Malcolm), Ate (honorific for older sister by Carver and Bethany)

GENDER: Cis female

TAROT CARD: Wheel of Fortune

HEIGHT: 5'11 (180cm)

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan of Seheron descent

FAVORITE FRUIT: Blueberries and raspberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Baby's breath

FAVORITE SCENT: Bread fresh from the hearth, firewood, spiced ale

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee (my Amells love coffee lol)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 2-4, 5 if we're lucky. by Inquisition Sinag rarely ever sleeps

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs

DREAM TRIP: Seheron

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1

RANDOM FACT: She used to freeze this pond near the Hawke farm for Bethany and Carver to "skate" on when they were little. It drove Malcolm and Leandra crazy cause they were afraid they'd get found, but they never did. This was how Sinag honed her ice magic and it's her most powerful spec

NAME: Maya Tabingdagat

NICKNAME: M, May-May (by Gabriel Trevelyan)

GENDER: Cis Female

TAROT CARD: Death

HEIGHT: 4'11

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Free Marcher (I suppose? since she grew up in Ostwick circle) of Seheron descent

FAVORITE FRUIT: She doesn't really like the fruits in Southern Thedas, she prefers the tropical fruits from Northern Thedas from when she was a child in Seheron, so mangoes, pineapples, coconuts, rambutan

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring and Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Lillies

FAVORITE SCENT: Flower blooms in the Spring, citrus scents, fresh sheets

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea with lots of sugar lol

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Before Maya became tranquil she hardly slept, after becoming Tranquil then reversing it, she finds that she oversleeps often

DREAM TRIP: Seheron, or anywhere sunny

DOGS OR CATS: Both

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: A duvet and a thin sheet below

RANDOM FACT: Maya's arcane skills are weak, and she was never a powerful mage. It was the elephant in the room growing up that everyone around her knew she wouldn't pass the Harrowing. So instead, she asked to become Tranquil at 20, and luckily she had a group of friends, including future Inquisitor Gabriel Trevelyan, who kept her safe and took care of her. When the Circles fell and her and her friends were on the run, she's touched by a spirit from the rift and it reverses her Tranquility

#amihan amell #sinag hawke #maya tabingdagat

[theluckywizard]

Hawke/Rose, Dickens prompts, "Accidents will occur in the best regulated families."

Hiii Ammy. Here's the second chapter of my Distraction Fic, the disastrous (at least according to Alsatia!) introduction between Rose Trevelyan and Garrett Hawke. For @dadrunkwriting

This follows the first part which I did for DADWC a few weeks back.

Summary: Leandra Hawke and her old friend Alsatia Trevelyan introduce their incorrigible children at the Hawke Estate in the hopes that a favorable match can be made. Rose POV

Rating: Teen

WC: 1692

Pairing: Rose Trevelyan x Garrett Hawke

oOo

Alsatia’s near giddiness at the sight the Amell mansion’s grandeur chafes unbearably in Rose, who glowers lightly at it with the same remonstrance she always applies to these calculating matchmaking endeavors.

“It’s larger than I remember,” says the elder woman, raffish in her admiration of the excess. 

The estate is impressive whether Rose wishes to admit it or not, a work of elegant symmetry in pale gray marble with large windows that gaze upon a courtyard dotted with trees. The entry is festooned in wreaths and garlands of laurel and bay leaves, no doubt the work of Leandra who Alsatia reports has quickly reabsorbed herself in the inane pursuits of most fine ladies.

They pull on their cloaks, the makings of a frigid downpour complicating the short walk between the carriage and the main entry. A stout worn-out looking redheaded man Rose assumes must be a dwarf opens the main entry and stands in wait, a pleasant expression enlivening the deep set lines of his face. Rose could count the number of dwarves she’s encountered on both her hands, the exposure to Thedas’ varied races and cultures she’s long craved and long been denied invigorating her.

“How do you do, my lady Trevelyan. Right this way,” says the man in an immediate breach of protocol that causes Alsatia to stiffen. Doormen should never speak of course. Rose pokes her mother in the back in the hopes of reminding her not to be ungracious with her facial expressions.

The dwarf follows them inside to a substantial vestibule where a fire roars and crackles in wait. A massive creature, so large and muscular it seems one could hardly call it a dog, lazes limp in the fire’s radiance, snoring soundly. A Mabari, Rose notes, delighted to see one in the flesh. Once again her mother is startled by the dwarf, who, in a horrifying turn, appears to be both the steward and the doorman. Rose can gather her mother’s thoughts which almost certainly grapple with the Hawkes’ apparent shortage of appropriate staff.

“Make yourselves comfortable while I fetch Mistress Leandra. My son will see to your luggage.”

Another dwarf enters and stares at Rose, his wide, ice blue eyes fixating upon her face with both awe and utter delight. Alsatia seethes quietly at the impertinence as he collects their luggage and shoulders a trunk easily, watching Rose the entire time. 

When he leaves the room, Lady Trevelyan huffs to herself softly.

“No footmen?” she remarks on a hiss. Rose hates that her own suspicions were correct.

“Indeed. How could they possibly make do?” Rose replies, the edge of sarcasm so soft that her mother might not notice. They pace in restrained circles, taking in the cornices and marble tiles and the elegant staircase that bends around the back of the room. The place feels shockingly hollow, barely lived in in spite of the warmth of the fire. But then, they’d only just moved in that autumn after the younger Hawke’s infamous success on his Deep Roads treasure hunt. 

As the introduction looms, Rose feels her insides twist and hum, an unruly sense of anticipation muscling its way out from underneath all the disinterest. She chalks it up to being eager to see what manner of man would fail to excite her interest this time, but truthfully the Amell heir has provoked an abiding curiosity that has persisted since she first heard of him. A truth she squashes down as she hears footsteps up above.

A man appears on the mezzanine then descends the steps two at a time, advancing toward them in easy swinging strides and stands over them both with a dashing yet remarkably goofy grin under a beguiling bright blue gaze.

“So which one of you is the woman I’m supposed to marry?”

Maker.

While her mother stands thunderstruck by the gall, Rose fumbles for words behind a savage blush. Nobody told her he’d so Maker damned… tall. She tries not to think about how the rumors had been true, that he’s devastatingly handsome in a sort of scruffy, roguish way. The finery of his apparel does very little to buff away those rough edges. His overgrown chestnut hair is tucked behind his ears and he hasn’t shaved in a few days at least. 

Protocol dictates that they require an introduction, but he’s already barreled his way past that and stands waiting for one of them to speak.

“That would be me,” Rose manages. Alsatia fires a sharp look in her daughter’s direction.

“Alsatia!” A refined voice calls from the top of the stairs. “I see Garrett has preceded me.” She glides her way down with practiced elegance that the years spent scraping by in Ferelden could never take from her. If she’s embarrassed by her son’s presumption one could hardly tell.

“Garrett, may I present my dear friend Lady Alsatia Trevelyan and her daughter Lady Rose,” she says. Both women dip in tidy curtsies and he bows politely with an elegance that startles Rose.

“A pleasure,” he says. “Ostwick, eh? You must be utterly knackered.”

“Not at all, our carriage is quite comfortable,” says Alsatia, the kind of polite lie spilling from her lips with such ease. They’re both exhausted and Rose’s mind wanders after her trunk where a comfortable pair of breeches and a jacket she buried under her finery lies in wait. 

“I’ve never been a fan of carriages, to be honest. Turns your arse into a funny wedge shape after a day of travel,” he rambles. 

Rose nearly breaks composure, a laugh threatening to bust through her practiced demeanor, the truth of his admission reminding her of her own sore, misshapen rear.

“Can I offer you refreshment? Antivan port? Garrett has procured an apricot brandy from Rivain that is just divine,” says Leandra hurriedly, obviously covering for her son’s casual banter. Alsatia glances at Rose, still in their cloaks. “Or… perhaps you’d just like to wash up and change for dinner. Yes. I— should have remembered. Orana will show you to your chambers.”

Behind them the door flies open and a troupe of three saunters in with such casual force that it seems they must live here as well.

“Shit,” mutters Garrett, running his hand through his chestnut hair. Practically humming with interest, she watches his reaction carefully and then turns to ogle the intruders.

“Hawke— Oh. Company! Delightful.” A woman wearing a frock coat over a shockingly limited amount of clothing for the weather and a suffocating assortment of gold jewelry sweeps her eyes up and down the Trevelyans appraisingly. Rose crosses her arms and lifts her chin, steeling herself against the barrage of nosy looks even as she surveys the intruders with the same sharpened curiosity. By the furrow in his brow, Garrett looks ready to tell them off but someone speaks.

“Dougal is on his way here,” says an elf with a shock of carefully mismanaged white hair and a shockingly large sword strapped to his back.

“Dougal? Now? I thought the deal was settled,” says Garrett who then curses softly. Rose watches her mother tally the marks against him as they roll in.

“Not according to him. He says he wants a bigger cut,” says the half-dressed woman in gold.

“Well sod that,” answers Garrett. “He didn’t do a blazing thing to help the expedition.”

“Then we fight,” says the white haired elf again.

“I’m sure I can talk some sense into him,” says the younger Hawke, glancing back at his mother apologetically. 

“Garrett,” Leandra scolds him sharply, her expression agonized as he spoils her carefully arranged fix up.

“He’s on his way here,” he says, leaning to kiss Leandra on the cheek and squeeze her arm with genuine affection. He casts Rose and Alsatia a helpless look, a devilishly handsome one, Rose thinks and makes his apologies. The man strides into the front vestibule with his strange group of friends where he begins divesting himself of his fine clothes without a scrap of shame. Rose’s face is claimed by a wave of heat that washes up into her cheeks as she glimpses his thickly muscled torso before it disappears under a tunic again.

“I’m— dreadfully sorry, perhaps you’d like to settle in right now,” Leandra says, glancing past the pair to see her son donning full plate while he discusses the details of this Dougal character with the others.

They’re swiftly ushered away from the sounds of chain mail and plate as Garrett Hawke dons his armor and makes ready to duke it out on the streets of Kirkwall. Rose feels her mother jerk her forward up the stairs each time she turns to peer at them once more.

The door to their guest wing closes behind them. 

“Well. Perhaps it’s just an unlucky coincidence. Even the best regulated families have incidents. And they’re still working out the details. The staffing. The manners will come,” Alsatia rambles like she’s soothing herself.

“I was sure the man’s fortune would quiet all those other concerns of yours,” Rose jokes, laying her cloak over the back of a chair. 

Rose flops down onto a chaise, poked again by her Maker-forsaken stay.

“What do you think that was all about?” asks Rose. “Dougal. The expedition.”

“Nothing decent,” her mother laments. “You saw those ruffians. But I suppose a wife could remake his ways.”

The daughter smirks doubtfully at her mother, who scoffs again momentarily before the corner of her mouth twitches in a reluctant admission of the ridiculousness of it.

“You’re right. This could be disastrous,” says Alsatia with a sigh.

Letting her head fall back against the chaise, Rose gazes absently at the ornamentation of the ceiling as she considers it. A thrill is busy consuming her insides. This is already so much more interesting than every other attempt to pawn her off. She smiles to herself softly and bites her lip.

“What are you simpering about?” snaps Alsatia.

“I was just thinking of how well he looked without a shirt.”

“Utterly indecent,” says Alsatia sternly, but her brow twitches ever so slightly. Perhaps the woman isn’t dead after all.

“Utterly and completely,” declares Rose.

#rose trevelyan #garrett hawke #hawke x trevelyan #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age 2 #matchmaking moms AU #leandra hawke #isabela dragon age #fenris dragon age #the awkward introduction #they're in trouble

[juniemoe]

more than that i dare not say

fandom: dragon age.

rating: explicit. minors dni.

pairing: fenris/male hawke.

word count: 2,256

summary: fenris and hawke’s first time together.

A/N: replaying da2 makes me think about them a lot....... here’s a fic i’ve been meaning to write for years. you know how this one will end. ;-;

minors dni or you will get blocked, nothing personal.

in ao3. ♥

Hawke is tender with him. Of course he is.

Fenris is not sure why he expected any different.

Hawke is a gentle man under his armor made out of bad humour and sarcasm, and despite his intimidating stature and considerable height, he is the kindest man Fenris has ever met. Now, he towers over Fenris like the The Hundred Pillars did in Minrathous as he kisses him, giant callused palm cupping his cheek carefully, lips dry and sweet against Fenris’ own.

It didn't start like this, however. Fenris was hurried and impatient in his need, tugging Hawke against the wall to press him on it, kisses almost more like bites in their urgency.

Hawke slowed him down before either of them got too worked up. He turned the press of their mouths into something sweeter, honey-like, his gigantic hands on Fenris' body gentling into soft caresses instead of needy, harsh hands grabbing for flesh.

"There we go," he had said, like soothing a wild, baby animal. "It's alright, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

That was mere minutes ago. Now that they break apart for breath again, Hawke looks down at him with a big smile, looking quite besotted, to be truthful.

“I adore you,” Hawke says, voice soft with affection, the big sap. Fenris doesn’t know what to answer. He wishes he could articulate what he feels for Hawke better, wishes he could say that aloud and he wishes Hawke already knows that.

He says nothing.

And still Hawke’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he watches him, his rich brown eyes so deep Fenris could easily get lost in them, anyone could. He wants to kiss Hawke again, but he is too short, even on his tiptoes, and he clicks his tongue impatiently for being denied what he wants. 

Hawke immediately seems to know what he wants and is kind enough to lean down to press their lips together, which is frustrating as well as attractive.

Hawke is a handsome man, beautiful really, and Fenris is aware he has a line of potential suitors in his wake now that he is an Amell again, and yet here he is. Holding an escaped, broken elven slave and treating him like he could love him better than anyone else in the world. It could even be true.

When they break apart again, Hawke asks in a kiss-rough voice:

“Would you like to… head inside?”

For the first time Fenris is aware of the coldness of the stone wall against his back, and the cool autumn air cloaking them underneath. His skin is on goosebumps, though he doesn't know whether it's the crispness of the weather or simply from kissing Hawke.

He nods with a tiny smile, not trusting his voice not to fail him at the sight of Hawke's disheveled appearance. His wavy, dark brown hair is a mess and his cheeks are flushed with red.

He looks happy. Something inside Fenris' chest pangs with longing.

Hawke beams down at him and takes his hand into his own, leading him away from the courtyard to back inside the warmth of the manor.

“Mother must be already asleep,” Hawke says when they ascend the stairs to the upper floor, and Fenris is very grateful for that.

He isn’t sure how Leandra Hawke would react to her son taking an elven man to his bed chambers to sleep with. Hawke has said that she wishes him to marry to continue the noble Amell line, and Fenris feels a bang of jealousy just thinking about it. Hawke isn’t his, but he doesn’t wish for him to be anyone else’s, either. Hawke hasn’t made a secret for his distaste at the thought, he is the sort who marries for love, the foolish man. Beyond that, Hawke dotes on his mother, brings her flowers just to make her smile and is always on a look-out in the marketplace for that antivan tea she so enjoys.

Hawke is a better man than most, Fenris knows. Everyone who has spent more than a minute with him knows that.

Hawke holds his hand all the way to the bedroom and only there he releases it to press the door closed, and suddenly Fenris is more nervous than he possibly has ever been.

“Are you alright?” Hawke asks kindly, leaning backwards on the door to look at him. Fenris feels a strong desire to touch him again, so instead of answering he makes a decision and literally climbs on Hawke’s strong arms, trusting him to catch him. Hawke does, of course, and he is still taller than Fenris, even like this, which is absolutely ridiculous in Fenris’ opinion.

“You are a ridiculous man,” Fenris says, a little breathless, the first words he has said in a while. They make Hawke chuckle. Fenris has no choice but to kiss him again. And again. And again. So many times, he feels lightheaded.

Eventually, Hawke carries him to the bed and lays him down there. The sheets are soft and the bed is plush under him and he almost feels like he could almost fall asleep in moments if he didn’t want Hawke so badly. 

Kaffas.

Hawke sheds his shirt far too quickly for Fenris to enjoy the show of him taking off his clothes properly. His powerful light brown chest is covered with dark hair along his muscled arms, and Fenris drinks the sight of him towering over by the bed. He is beautiful. And hard under his breeches. Very hard.

Fenris wants to say something aloud but he doesn’t know how or what. His tongue is tied and his lips don’t move, and then Hawke is touching him again which makes him forget all else.

Hawke helps Fenris out of his armor with careful hands, always so careful. He pulls off his right hand gauntlet, then the other. Then the chest piece.

“I won’t break, Hawke,” Fenris says when he’s laid bare, naked under Hawke’s adoring eyes, “You needn’t be so gentle with me.”

Hawke startles a bit, blinking a few times, before he smiles again. “But I want to be.”

Ridiculous, indeed, yet so in character. That’s the kind of man Damian Hawke is. He is so beloved to Fenris.

Fenris flushes. He turns his head and doesn’t meet Hawke’s eyes. He feels too open, too vulnerable. Too… everything.

There’s a moment of stillness before there’s fingers cupping Fenris’ chin and his face is turned back to Hawke’s own. It’s hard to meet his eyes, but he manages to do it. They’re so brown, so alive.

“I will take care of you,” Hawke murmurs and Fenris believes it. Hawke bends down to kiss Fenris again, rougher now, more needy and wanting. Fenris doesn’t mind, he might even prefer it. It doesn’t make him feel as lost.

Hawke kisses him what feels like a small eternity without pausing for breath. When he finally does, this is all Fenris can say:

“I want you.”

More than anything, is what he doesn't dare to say.

Hawke asks: “How?”

Fenris swallows. Words feel difficult. He knows what he desires even so. He links his fingers into Hawke's own, brings his hand to his lips to kiss a knuckle.

Hawke's hands seem important. They are the only mage's hands he will ever fully trust to treat him gently.

“I want you inside of me," Fenris requests quietly.

Hawke doesn’t ask whether he is sure it's what he wants and Fenris is grateful for that.

“Okay,” Hawke answers with a nod. His smile hasn’t dimmed since Fenris first kissed him in the courtyard. He looks so incredibly happy.

“Okay,” Hawke repeats, softly to himself and reaches for the bedside drawer, presumably for oil, rummaging around before pulling out a small glass vial with a victorious grin.

“Hawke.”

“Hm?”

A smile. “Your trousers.”

Hawke looks down at himself. “Oh,” he says when he realises he’s still wearing them. He stands up and makes quick work out of it, taking them off, once again not really letting enjoy the moment, but Fenris finds himself not minding like before. His desire is growing by the minute.

Hawke is… big. Everywhere. Fenris expected that, but still it’s a little intimidating. Not that it means he wants to stop. He wouldn't. Not for anything.

Hawke leans over him again, dropping slowly his heavy, but grounding, weight on Fenris.

Fenris expects the kiss when it comes, but not the words that come afterwards.

“I love you,” Hawke whispers. He laughs a little, shaking his head, like he can't believe that Fenris is in his arms. “So much.”

It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

Hawke doesn’t seem to expect an answer, because the next thing he does is coat his fingers in the oil and slowly presses his fingers into Fenris’ hole. It hurts, just a bit, he hasn’t done this in a long while and rarely willingly, but he trusts Hawke. He wants this. He wants him.

After a while of stretching, Hawke slips in a second finger, and he feels so full already that he can’t even imagine how it will feel to have Hawke’s cock fully inside him. It will be indescribable.

Damian Hawke is a patient man. Fenris is less so.

The arousal has ignited something in him.

“More,” he says, “I need more. Hawke.”

Hawke. He will never get tired of saying that name. 

“Hawke,” he says again, voice scratched raw, but it only makes Hawke chuckle fondly.

“Patience,” he teases with that familiar mirth in his voice. He pecks the soft skin of Fenris' wrist. “I will give you what you need, don’t you worry.”

Fuck patience, Fenris thinks. 

But then again, this might be the only time he ever gets to have this. Better make it count.

To be fair, Hawke does speed things about a bit afterwards, and it isn’t long until his cock slides into Fenris, the stretch burning and he can’t help the moan that leaves his lips. He is so full. He was right. 

It does feel indescribable.

“It’s not too much?” Hawke asks, worried.

Fenris scoffs. “No.”

“I’m a little big.”

A little?

“Shut up, Hawke,” he groans when Hawke thrusts his hips forwards experimentally. 

It’s nice. More than. Better than anything he could have dreamed it would be like, when he allowed himself to think about it. Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise him— Hawke is a man unlike any other he has ever met.

“I need—“ Fenris pants. He needs a lot of things, but right now he only wants one of them. "Hawke, I need you."

Hawke knows what he wants. He curls his big hand around Fenris’ cock, his fist swallowing it entirely in his grip. Fenris moans, trashes under him in pleasure. It’s so good. Almost too good.

Hawke fucks him harder with an impatient twist of his hips, attempts to kiss him but the kiss only turns into a breath against his lips. Fenris keens loudly, feeling like he's split in half both by Hawke's cock and dwelling emotions under his rib cage.

“I love you,” Hawke says again, not afraid, never not afraid unlike Fenris. It almost hurts how tender the words are. Fenris isn’t sure what he has done to deserve someone as fundamentally good as Hawke loving him and yet he craves it even so.

He closes his eyes and buries his face into Hawke’s shoulder. If his eyes are damp, he hopes Hawke can’t tell.

His heart beats under his chest, reminding this is real. That he is real. For a moment he can belong.

"Your markings…" Hawke whispers between gasps of pleasure before stopping his thrusting entirely, sounding awed. Fenris lifts his head to see that the dark bedroom is bathed in blue light that shines from himself.

It hurts, it always does, when he uses the markings, but his desire for Hawke dulls the pain to something tolerable, ignorable.

"You're so beautiful," Hawke murmurs, the praise dropping so easily from his lips.

"Please, Hawke," Fenris says desperately, "just fuck me," he pleads, and Hawke does as he asks, always so willing to provide for those he loves.

It’s over far too soon.

When he comes, there are images, words that fill his mind. Of a life he doesn’t recognise but knows it’s his own. There is a woman with red hair and he knows it’s his sister and he knows her name (Varania Varania Varania Va--), and there is his mother. Danarius. There are tear-streaked faces, there is love and sorrow, promises of freedom. Pain. So much pain. Something sweet in his mouth, like a fruit. A kiss on his cheek. His name.

Leto.

---

Hawke sleeps.

Fenris waits.

He thinks about leaving without saying a word, he thinks about a cowardly escape. He even thinks about leaving Kirkwall. But Hawke deserves better, so much better than that. Hawke who was his for just a moment. Hawke who says he loves him and means it-- Fenris knows he does even if Fenris has never been worthy of him. He never will be.

It is better this way.

“Fenris,” Hawke says behind him. His voice is still sleepy, but also concerned. Fenris closes his eyes, swallowing hard. There's a bile in the back of his throat.

Yet, this needs to be done.

“I’m sorry,” he begins.

When he leaves the estate to meet the sunrise, he thinks about how he should have known someone like him was never meant for happy endings, anyway.

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #fenris #fenhawke #hawris #fenris x hawke #fenris x male hawke #da2 #fanfiction #oc: damian #my writing #had to repost because this didn't show up in the tags #i appreciate reblogs <33

[meowmeowmage]

Hawke and Anders break the law and have a romantic midnight dance under the stars ✨ [ mhanders ]. Thank you for the prompt, barbex!

@barbex said: a dance in the park

"They call it a park but it's really just a small patch of grass with flowerbeds surrounding it on the outside," Hawke commented unimpressed.

"It's also the Viscount's private property. We shouldn't be here," Anders hissed and half-heartedly attempted to pull his hand out of Hawke's grasp with no success.

"Oh I'm sorry," Hawke begins with a grin, "I didn't know you were so concerned with following the law, Serah 'My Very Lifestyle Breaks The Law."

Anders sighed. Hawke was technically right. Anders broke the law on a daily basis, some days severely more than others. However-

"There are simply good reasons for breaking the law and potentially bringing attention to oneself, and then there's this." He gestured towards the sad excuse of a garden park.

"Aww, so a midnight dance with your boyfriend is not a good reason, is that it?"

Hawke was playing dirty, Anders was positive of that. What with the exaggerated pout and the puppy eyes. It was totally unfair! His shoulders sagged in defeat and Hawke beamed at his victory, dragging Anders through the flowerbeds and into the grass.

It was a beautiful night, the sky was clear and the wind was blowing Lowtown's smog away from Hightown so the stars were visible and sparkling like jewels.

Hawke pulled Anders close and placed one hand on his waist and took Anders's hand in his other. He clearly had a ballroom dance in mind, and quickly detected Anders's discomfort.

"Hey, it's fine, I suck at this too, much to mother's dismay," he reassured Anders before bringing their chests flush together and swaying them slowly on the spot.

"Aren't we too close for this type of dance?" Anders teased. He definitely didn't mind the closeness, Hawke's warm body was keeping him warm on this cool autumn night.

"Hmm, this is the Hawke Special version, just for you." Hawke pulled away just enough to deliver a quick kiss to Anders's lips.

They danced for a while, Anders losing himself in Hawke's embrace and warmth, swaying to a tune that Hawke was humming rather badly. It was such a lovely night.

"Hey, you two! That is a private property!"

"Shit!" Hawke hissed before dragging Anders away from the Viscount's pathetic excuse for a green space. The guards in their heavy armor were no match for Anders and Hawke's speed. Laughter bubbled in Anders's throat as they run towards the Amell estate. He had always wanted a partner to run away with, albeit not for quite the same reason. But it felt exhilarating nonetheless.

#handers #hawke #anders #hawke dragon age #anders dragon age #mhanders #my fics #my posts #the prompt was begging for a modern setting but i bent over backwards to make it work in canon asdfgd #kirkwall is a horrible city for living #pretty much no greenery and constant probably poisonous smog #even without the social problems it sucks balls #amazing setting tho 10/10 i love it

[bluebeetle]

anyways in dragon age news ive started doing the dlcs since im part way thru act 3. ive been putting off finishing anders companion quest tho bc i believe he switches outfits soon and i think it replaces the outfit mod i have him in rn (which is an autumn-y version of his normal outfit w/ the amell/hawke family crest on his gauntlet bc hes the only companion w/o an outfit change when you romance him in the vanilla ver of the game)

#txt #one of the mods i have also lets him get a favour from hawke (he gets it when hawke gives him the key to the cellars) #since isabela and fenris get one

[brekkie-e]

Completely unintentionally, I have discovered that each of my DA protagonists correspond thematically with the seasons in order. My Amell is Spring, the starting of a new life. It's full of possibility, clawing it's way through a long winter. She has bright green eyes and rosy cheeks to boot. My Hawke is both joyful and vengeful in equal measure. She is like a Summer sun that can make a perfect day or scorch the earth if she so chooses. And my darling Lavellan is like the first snow of autumn. Beautiful and sad. Vibrant and dying. Heralding an oncoming winter. Her palor, white hair, and armor in various shades of burnt orange just cement the feeling of Fall she brings.

After discovering this connection, Im really hoping Dreadwolf allows me to make a character that fits for Winter. I imagine with the whole "end of the world" plotline there are a lot of angles that could work.

#dragon age #dragon age oc #lavellan #hawke #amell #dragon age dreadwolf #brekkie thoughts

[hunnybadgerv]

DA Drunk Writing Prompts

Currently Interested in Writing

I am currently interested in writing and exploring the darker themes present in the Dragon Age titles and characters, including but not limited to: loss, trauma, grief, PTSD, drug addiction, social prejudice, institutional corruption, murder, separation, war, moral dilemmas, ethical ambiguity, and so on.

Romantic Pairings:

Cullen Rutherford / Aderyn Hawke

Sebastian Vael / Siobhán Hawke (Templar Sebastian AU)

Rhys Trevellyan / Dorian Pavus

Cyna Mahariel / Zevran Arainai

Rowan Reynolds (OC) / Alistair Theirin

Yvaine Cousland / Nathaniel Howe

Zejne Cadash / Blackwall (Thom Rainier)

Other Characters:

Yllys Amell: An Intimate Study of the Monsters of Thedas

Mela Adaar / Multiple

Prompt Tracking:

Sensory Prompts

50 Types of Kisses

Physical & Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy

Short Angst Sentence Starters

Autumn Writing Prompts

Winter Writing Prompts

Vague Prompts

Subtle Smut Sentence Starters

Oblivious Idiots in Love

#DA Drunk Writing #Dragon Age #Friday Fiction Writing #Taking Prompts

[becauseanders]

5 (song) and 29 (tattoos) for the oc ask!! Whichever ocs you want to pick or have an answer for (and also Anders, obvi)

Not me looking for song recs or tattoo ideas or anything ;)

thank you, friend!! but also you made a mistake by trying to get me to make a decision because now i'm just going to answer for everyone, lmao

also to explain the counting-of-the-anders thing, anders cousland is the version of anders from my ridiculously long dragon age ii modern au it means tumult, where yes because it is an au everyone is a little oc-ified but because it's a handers fic that makes this au anders the most fleshed out after trista hawke, and i love him so fucking much, so i decided he counts for this game, lol

anyway, after that unnecessary ramble, here go!

5. What is the song you most associate to them? marian hawke: "map change" by every time i die or (even though this is cheap as fuck and more of a handers song to me) "marian" by the sisters of mercy

trista hawke: "temple of love" by the sisters of mercy

autumn amell: "thing with feathers" by every time i die

astrid trevelyan: "anhedonia" by chelsea wolfe and emma ruth rundle

carrie shepard: "the becoming" by nine inch nails

sara ryder: "our lady of sorrows" by my chemical romance

anders cousland: "rock 'n' roll suicide" by david bowie (in fact i literally starting writing that fic 100% just so there could be a universe where a hawke sings this to him)

29. They have a chance to get a tattoo: what would it be? marian hawke: okay first of all because i just did it APPARENTLY IF YOU GOOGLE "DRAGON AGE HAWKE TATTOO" THE FIRST IMAGE ON THE "ALL RESULTS" PAGE IS ME????? anyway, though, it's this red thing on her arm, i just see it as an actual tattoo she has even though we don't know what the fuck it means (also since i mentioned it uhh, i guess here's mine too, direct from the google results!, even though that arm doesn't look like that anymore as it's now a fully filled in half sleeve…although fuck, i barely even look like that anymore and goddamn let's not dwell on that…despite the fact that all my pink had faded out in this picture let the internet remember me this way indeed)

trista hawke: same as my marian, but in her universe i made it so that it's sort of like a hawke family crest she also just so happens to have no idea of the origin for, lol

autumn amell: she would totally get a broken circle sort of symbol, and/or a grey warden symbol, and/or a rose (most likely all of the above if given the opportunity)

astrid trevelyan: she has a tattoo under her left eye that's just little lines and dots, per the tattoo options in the character creation screen, and it's there to draw more attention to the scars she has on that side of her face and head (she also shaves her head on that side) that she acquired while fighting with the mage rebellion, which she's very proud of taking part in (even though she also regularly lies about whether or not she was part of it with the inquisition because she's terrified) (also here she is in a video capture even though you still really can't see the tattoo super well)

carrie shepard: she actually just starts collecting tattoos after the war and jack does them, and most of them are small and hidden and very personal (the coordinates for mindoir and anderson's service number, for example) but she has two fairly large ones, one on the inside of each forearm: an ash tree for ashley, and an outline of the river thames for anderson

sara ryder: she has a really big tattoo that covers pretty much her entire neck and is just pretty linework patterns that almost look like an elaborate large necklace; she got it because she thought it looked nice but also it was right after her mom died and she obviously wasn't getting any support so it was kind of a breakdown tattoo

anders cousland: tbh i'm not sure he would, like…he would probably just rather put the money towards his activism but if for some reason he had to, i'd have to really think about it but i could probably figure out an explanation for the "vengeance" (fuck you bioware) symbol to end up being associated with his justice persona in this universe

🥰

thank you again!

[Wholesome OC Asks]

#the trash makes noise #lilyaceofdiamonds #<3 #ask game #ask meme #marian hawke #trista hawke #autumn amell #astrid trevelyan #carrie shepard #sara ryder #anders cousland #long post

[swimmingleo]

Hiii!! 37, 52, 55 and 137 for the music ask :)

hiii<3

37. good song for a road trip

52. song of autumn

55. a song you've recently discovered

137. your first favourite song based on memory

^cultural reset

#asks

[nightrestrp]

welcome to nightrest, jade shah & elijah hale! don’t forget to look over the checklist and send your account in the next 24 hours. meaghan rath & robbie amell are now taken. we’re so happy to have you!

[ meaghan rath, female, she/her ] - was that JADE SHAH i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY-TWO year old who has been in nightrest for A WEEK and works as an AUTHOR has a reputation of being A GOOD LISTENER, but also UNATTACHED. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with PEOPLE WATCHING, SCRIBBLING IN HER NOTEBOOK, THE SMELL OF LAVENDER AND VANILLA. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. [ Autumn, 27, she/her, est, n/a ]

[ robbie amell, male, he/him ] - was that ELIJAH HALE i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY-THREE year old who has been in nightrest for how HIS WHOLE LIFE and works as a WEATHER MAN has a reputation of being OUTGOING, but also COCKY. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with A FLIRTY SMIRK, TOO MUCH COLOGNE AND ALL OF THE CONFIDENCE IN THE WORLD. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. [ Autumn, 27, she/her, est, n/a ]

#appless rp #oc rp #town rp #mumu rp #slasher rp #mature rp #accepted

[pinayelf]

i think he knows

Pairing: Warden Amell x Nathaniel Howe

During one humid morning… ___

It was uncharacteristically hot for autumn. Amihan and Velanna had intended to spend the day doing arcane research. Really, it was a way to stay inside and away from the humidity - and ideally, Anders should've been there. Knowing well of the amount of times he’d cut class in Kinloch, Amihan knew better than try to convince him.

There'd been a comfortable silence between her and Velanna when the door burst open, making her jump in her seat.

"What the?"

Anders stood in the doorway, a dangerous grin plastered on his face. He'd been outside, evident from the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Fenedhis," Velanna grumbled, pulling up a grimoire to block her view, "This shemlen will never learn manners."

Anders stuck out his tongue.

"What's going on?" Amihan asked.

Her mind went through the different scenarios of how he'd found trouble this time. She wondered why he couldn't just pretend he was training and slept under a tree.

Anders's grin grew wider. That was never a good sign.

"You need to see something," he said, "It's important."

Amihan rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the book in her hands.

"Now what if I was truly in trouble?" Anders asked, pouting like he were a child attempting to avoid a scolding.

"Good," Velanna mumbled from behind her grimoire. Amihan snorted.

"It may not be dire but you absolutely need to see this," he insisted, peeking up from behind her book and pushing it down with a finger.

"Will someone die if I don't?" she asked, flicking his hand away.

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Me!"

Amihan rolled her eyes again.

"Unless the Archdemon's returned, I'm not stepping foot outside in that humidity," she declared.

Anders sighed.

"You're going to regret it if you don't," he sing-songed, rocking back and forth on his heel.

"May I suggest," Velanna began, closing the grimoire shut on her lap, "You take a second to go see what he wants so he can leave us alone for the rest of the day?"

She made a point. Amihan glanced at Anders, pouting and batting his lashes like a mabari begging for cakes.

"Fine," she said, "But you need to get your arse in there for research after."

"Yeah, yeah," Anders said, taking her wrist and pulling her to her feet.

He led her down the hallway and to the courtyard door. He could barely contain his grin as he pushed the wooden doors open.

"Anders if this is something stupid-"

Before she could finish the sentence, Anders had taken her shoulders and turned her towards the archery range.

At first she wondered what would be so interesting, it was the usual group, now including that new recruit from Gwaren. But when her eyes reached Nathaniel…

…Oh.

Nathaniel's hair on this occasion had been pulled up into a loose knot, keeping but a few strands from his face.

And unlike the other mornings, he'd gone without his tunic.

Andraste have mercy.

Nathaniel was all lean muscle and broad shoulders. There was a scattering of dark hair across his chest and a trail down his torso. Without the baggy tunic she got to appreciate how well he filled out his leather trousers.

Amihan didn't know what she expected him to look like under his armor, but she certainly didn't expect to heave at the sight.

She couldn't look at Anders. She already knew of the smug look on his face.

"How about that Nathaniel, huh?" he teased, elbowing her side. Amihan scowled at him and shoved him back playfully.

Then, Nathaniel looked over his shoulder and caught her eye. Amihan's stomach lurched. He knew she was ogling at him. He definitely knew. Subtlety was never one of her traits.

There was no annoyance in his gaze, however. He seemed to return the intensity of her's. There was something curious about the way he looked at her, like he were pondering something. Pondering her.

A flash of thrill shot up Amihan's spinem She couldn't pull her gaze away.

Then, he turned to the target, aiming the arrow with great focus. He pulled back the string, arm muscles taut, and let the arrow fly.

Bullseye.

Amihan exhaled, not realizing she'd held her breath.

"Splendid!" the Gwaren recruit exclaimed, giving Nathaniel a thumbs up.

Amihan's heart thudded wildly against her chest. Nathaniel turned back to look at her again - he was panting. She watched the rise and fall of his chest, flushed from exertion.

She wondered if he looked like that too when-

"Told you it wasn't stupid," Anders said, cackling. Amihan fought the urge to zap him.

"You're also out here ogling him," she replied.

"So you admit you were ogling him," Anders said, wiggling his brows.

Amihan sighed. She glanced at Nathaniel and watched as he loosened his hair from the knot. He looked up at her as he brushed his hair from his face.

Then he shot her a crooked smile.

Amihan felt her face erupt in flames.

She tugged Anders's sleeve, and pulled him toward the door.

"Okay, we're done," she said, "You promised you'd help with the research."

"Fine, fine!" he said, letting her pull him inside.

Amihan took one last glance back. Nathaniel's eyes were still on her. She smiled back.

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The Top 25 Things the Arrowverse gave us:

25.  Elseworlds

This Crossover-Event will always remain extra special, because it saw Oliver and Barry swap identities, an evil would-be Superman, the introducting of both Gotham City and Kate Kane to the Arrowverse and Kara finding sisterhood with another version of her sister Alex by just knowing her. Oh and Gary was there too, totally random in the Elseworld Version of Earth-1 but still totally Gary, while Cisco was kind of evil and Oliver’s enemies were all cops.

 24.  Crisis on Infinite Earths

„Crisis of Infinite Earths“ was the biggest Crossover-Event of Television, because not only did it crossover all Arrowverse-Shows including the not-yet-green-lit „Superman & Lois“ and the first footage from „Stargirl“, it did crossover all of DC Television and Film. We had „Lucifer“, „Smallville“, „Birds of Prey“, „Titans“, „Doom Partol“, the 60s Batman-Show, the 90s Flash-Show„Superman Returns“, the Burton-Verse and Ezra Miller in there, as well as Kevin Conroy and a lot of previously unfilmed Comic Stories on the top of that.

 23.  The Annual Crossover Events

Starting with the launch of „The Flash“ the Arrowverse started doing crossover episodes and most of them did occure just before the Mid-Season Break and featured episodes in more than one of the shows. Soon more and more shows got invovled in these crossovers, and they got bigger. The Annual „Autumn“ Crossover Event was something to look forward too as long as it existed.

 22.  The Olivarry Friendship

When it got announced that Stephen Amell would return to „The Flash“ for its final season the Internet almost broke. This shows how much the friendship between Oliver and Barry did impact the viewers and how special it was for everyone, who got to watch it grow and change over all these years. And why we will never forget it.

 21.  Ray Palmer

Brandon Routh may have played Superman, but the superhero who really had an impact on the cultural landscape was his Arrowverse Role, Ray Palmer aka the Atom. Introduced in „Arrow“, becoming a main character in „Legends of Tomorrow“, Ray showed up in almost every Arrowverse-Show, and the likeable nerd was very much missed when he was written out of the Arrowverse. Since then he has returned, but sadly the end of Arrowverse does also mean that we won’t ever see him again.

 20.  Steelatom

The Arrowverse presented us many forms of male friendships, but out of all of them the friendship between Ray Palmer and Nate Heywood undoubtable was one of the most special ones. Two soft male nerds becoming BFFs and in many ways much more each others significant other than their respective better halfs is still not something we are used to see.

 19.  Black Lightning (The Show)

Yes, „Luke Cage“ came first, but without „Black Lightning“ the MCU Show would have been the first and only not-animated Superhero Show with a black lead involving the Black Community. „Black Lightning“ did for DC what „Luke Cage“ did for Marvel, and it even got to go out own its own terms. So „Black Lightning“ will always be that Black Superhero Show with a Lebsian Female Lead, that came, did what it set out to do, and finished the narrative despite everything.

 18.  The Power of Goodness

Certain so called fans tend to see DC as this dark and broody and egdy Anti-Marvel Brand. The Arrowverse however did very much not fall in this trap. Yes, early episodes of „Arrow“ might have fooled you into thinking they were going there, but as soon as Barry Allen speed into the show, the Arrowverse showed us that, no, no matter how dark life becomes these shows and that whole franchise actually is a story about how in the end there is more good than evil out there, and how goodness can inspire other people into becoming good themselves. In all the shows our heroes did inspire others to do better to become more and to never give up. Instead of an edgy story about gloom and doom the Arrowverse was a story about how one’s inate goodness can overcome anything and can inspire everyone around to listen to the goodness inside themselves.

 17.  Soft Males

Sure, we got Alpha Males like Oliver Queen or Mick Rory, but the Arrowverse also held a significant number of Soft Males, that were even more fun and frankly more inspirering to watch. In the end people like Barry Allen, Ray Palmer, Winn Schott, Cisco Ramon, Nate Heywood, Behrad Tarazi, Querl Dox or Luke Fox do appeal to people much more than the typicial male macho, we get to see everywhere else. And when people like John Constantine, Oliver Queen or Mick Rory find it in them to also step out of their own shadow and discover their softer side, it is even more beautifiul.

 16.  Female Friendships

Many ensemble shows treat us with outstanding male friendships but not all of these shows are „Friends“. Most shows have to fight for their female characters to have a relationship with each other. So it is an accomplishment to actually see a postive female relationship outside of familial bonds and sexual interest flourish. Most of the Arrowverse managed to produced more than a couple of strong female friendships over their run. Bookclub matters, and so does the fact that, no Kara does not want to pounce her female friends, that Ryan is not ready to give up on Mary, this shows us that women actually care about each other. Something that especially male writers often forget about.

 15.  An Ace Superhero

The biggest moment of seventh season of „Legends of Tomorrow“ was the moment in „The Fixed Point“, when Spooner came out to Zari as asexual. After admitting that she did not think about anyone „that way“, Zari explained to her that she is probabyl ace and that there is nothing wrong with that, and that there are many people like her and many of them still have happy relationships. This moment is even bigger because it was a latinx woman coming out, and it did give us the first asexual superhero on screen ever and one of very view openly ace main characters on a Television Show.

 14.  A Trans Superhero

Season 4 of „Supergirl“ did introduce Nia Nal, who would go on to become the superhero Dreamer, the ancestor of Nura Nal from the Legion of Superheroes. Played be Nicole Maines Nia Nal is the first transgender superhero on our screens, serving us an inspiration for many by coming out about her true self in the show and fighting hate and even her own family for who she really is.

 13.  Sara Lance

In the beginning there was Sara Lance. Long before characters like Nia Nal or Spooner Cruz or even Alex Danvers or David Singh would grace the Arrowverse Laurel Lance‘s little sister kissed boys and girls on screen, fought and overcame trauma, and never gave up on finding herself. Sara Lance proofed to us that you can come back from everything and that strong bi-sexual females can be lead characters on action shows.

 12.  Avalance

Because of the rotating cast „Legends of Tomorrow“ did not really have a central romance for its long run. Changing up characters and romances, there was however one that stuck with us and the Arrowverse for most of its run, and that is the relationship between Sara Lance and Ava Sharpe, which did include getting married and having a baby. Even more important while same-sex-relationships were only secondary ships on „Supergirl“ and „Black Lightning“ Avalance, since it involved the lead character of the show, was the central ship of the show.

 11.  Westallen

People tend to overlook that taking after the New 52 Idea of making the Wests Black during casting was a gamble for „The Flash“. But it also was one that payed of. The only Arrowverse Show that actually had their central couple for all of its run, took an iconic couple from the comics and made it real and did stick to it. Westallen is also a mixed race couple in Prime Time Television and sadly that is still not something viewed as normal today.

 10. Diversity

The CW did make „Dare to Defy“ their motto, but in the end they did give in, gave up their identity even before they were sold, because no one would buy them, if they would actually live up to their motto. Which is why half of the Arrowverse Shows was cancelled when they were. However while it was alive and prospering the Arrowverde did dare to defy. The Arrowverse had women, POCs, LGBTQ+ Persons, Non-Americans, Aliens and Non-Confermists as their protagonists and antagonists from the get-go. So of course I could not stay around.

 9.      Same Sex Weddings

Having celebrated their first Same Sex Wedding Of Screen during Season 1 of „The Flash“, the Arrowverse did feature no less than 3 [!] Same-Sex Weddings between Females in the year 2021, with Anissa and Grace getting married on „Black Lightning“, Sara and Ava finally tying the knot at the end of Season 6 on „Legends of Tomorrow“, and Alex marrying her girlfriend Kelly Olsen in the Finale of „Supergirl“.

 8.      Strong Female Characters

Yes, it all started with a man, but even the late great Anne Rice noted that she was intrigued that Oliver was surronded by women rather than men after the Pilot. Since then „Arrow“ always tried to aim for a strong female presence as well as female characters in general. The same is true for the other Arrowverse Shows, most notably of course for „Supergirl“ and „Batwoman“, but with Season 2 „Legends of Tomorrow“ switched Rip Hunter with Sara Lance as their main protagonist and Captain, and more than one critic has noted that „Black Lightning“ actually is much more about Jefferson’s daughters Anissa and Jennifer than about Black Lightning himself. And „The Flash“ tried really hard to keep both Candice Patton and Danielle Panabaker around until the very end, adding more female characters to their main cast over the years. And let’s not forget that the never picked up Backdoor-Pilot „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ would have centered around the daughter of Green Arrow and no less than two Black Canaries.

 7.      Season 8 of „Arrow“

Sometimes fans get something back. The short final season of „Arrow“ was very much a season tailored for the fans, a homage to the show’s history, that also aimed straight at the future of both the show and the franchise. Not as strong as Season 2 and not as shocking as Season 5, Season 8 of „Arrow“ still was something very special, which only the Arrowverse at that point of its existence would ever give to the viewers.

 6.      Season 1 of „The Flash“

While everyone might have their own personal favorite Arrowverse Season, Season 1 of „The Flash“ ist arguable the best out of all of them, most people would agree. The first real Superhero Show since „Heroes“, „The Flash“ paved the way for the rest of the more comicbooky Arrowverse, DC- and MCU-Shows, and probably even stuff like „The Umbrella Academy“. The show made people, who are not really interested in superheroes, interested in watching the show by putting the characters and their feelings and relationship first, but backing it up with an engaging story that relies on superpowers and time travel to work.

 5.      Legends of Tomorrow

The Arrowverse had a whole bunch of very different shows appealing to different audiences, but the one ouf of all of them that stood out was „Legends of Tomorrow“. After a luck-warm first season the writers threw out everything that didn’t work and went full in, embracing the fact that this was supposed to be a time travel show with superheroes and villains about a bunch of screw ups. They did not shy awawy from the crazy any longer but ran towards it instead. They made an outsider show for outsiders, that was beautiful and unique und very much not your average television show.

 4.      Coming back from Trauma

„Arrow“ very much had the message that in the end, no matter what happened to you, you can not only learn to live with it, you can come back from it. Oliver Queen’s whole journey is about becoming a new person, that is not ruled by his past anymore. And he isn’t the only one. When „The Flash“ started we learn about the murder of Barry’s mother and how he was able to come back from that, and how he had to learn to stop looking back and start looking forward. Supergirl’s whole planet was destroyed, almost everyone she ever knew died. And still she managed to go on after that und flourish. In some shape and form most Arrowverse Characters are shaped by trauma – and their shows tell us that this does not have to rule them.

 3. The One where they are stuck on TV

The best Arrowverse Episode out of all of them probably was „The One Where We‘re trapped on TV“ from „Legends of Tomorrow“s fifth season. Not only that, it was also the best Television Episode of the year 2020. Honoring TV that came before as well as the main character of the show, the episode also did include a valuable lesson. In the end that little TV Episode did more than most shows are capeable doing in years.

 2.      A Voice

If we are talking about the question what the Arrowverse gave us, we should not forget to menton the most important thing it gave us: A Voice. Yes, the producers listened to the fans, but that’s not what I mean. The Arrowverse gave us a voice – the not privileged not white not straight not cis-males who were not brought up by a loving parental figure - it gave a voice to everyone else, to the damaged, the overlooked, the ridicouled, the bullied, the loners, the persons on the fringes. It gave a voice to those, who think no one ever listens to them, by having the heroes listen. For those magicial years of television all of us were heard. By going for Green Arrow, the Flash, Supergirl, Batwoman, Black Lighning and John Constantine the stories told by something with the DC Lable on it were finally about us.

 1.      Hope for a better Tomorrow

When Oliver Queen came back to Starling City, he was a broken man, but when „Arrow“ ended he had been healed, something he never would have thought possible. Kara Danvers might have lost her planet, but she found a new home on earth, a new family and her calling. Barry Allen might have lost his mother and his father, but he found a future, where he has a new family, that flourishes and grows. Gotham may be a crap hole, but the Batwomen stepped in, when no one else did and made it a better place. While the Pierce Familiy fought to do the same for Freeland. Everyone who ever stepped foot on the Waverider came out stronger and more whole when they left the ship again, even those who did not leave alive, ironicially enough. In the end the most important thing the Arrowverse gave to us, is hope – hope that this will also pass, hope for a better tomorrow. Hope for a tomorrow, periode.

The franchise saved lives – with every show, ever episode at a time, probabaly many more lives than most people realize. And then it all came crashing down after a decade, when it became clear it had all been a lie.

So maybe they shouldn’t have bothered to give us ten years of lies in the first place. Or anyhting else on this list for that matter, because giving someone something only to take it away again without warning or reason is cruel, but giving someone hope and then taking that away, well that is just criminal. So in the end the Arrowverse was just that: A Crime against Humanity, because they told us life could be a certain way, only to end with the clear notion, that it actually in reality can’t.

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