i. feel like rambling about my hawkes. under a cut to spare y'all
so they're all pro-mage obviously because I can't uh. stomach a playthrough otherwise fjkdls but the way they are is different in a way that i think is interesting
Matt, my first Hawke, is a purple rogue who's pro-mage in a kinda. labrador retriever kinda way. he supports mages because so many people he loves are mages, why wouldn't he advocate for their freedom? there's not an argument in the world that could sway him because this belief isn't built on any sense of logic or right and wrong, it's built on love. when Anders asked him to distract Elthina he did so without question, and while the chantry boom scared the shit out of him of course he fights for the mages, and he trusts and supports Anders in everything
Oliver, my canon Hawke, is a red mage who's pro-mage in a selfish kinda way, but also in a "I don't trust any authority" kinda way. in the early game, this manifested as doing whatever the guard or templars asked of him, as a way to avoid suspicion. as time goes on, and especially due to Anders' influence, he starts to come off of that and by act 2 he's very openly, aggressively pro-mage. he is cross with Anders for lying to him and for refusing to divulge his plan, but he goes along with it anyway, and the most upsetting part of the chantry boom is realizing that Anders fully expected him to kill him, and why
(sidenote, Oliver's pro-templar actions in act 1 are a direct result of me wanting to get Carver to 100 friendship by the end of act 1. i did not succeed, but i got an interesting character out of it so y'know)
Ari, my current Hawke, is a blue warrior who's pro-mage because he has sat down and thought it through. he knows mages deserve freedom and equal rights and he will put his money where his mouth is -- to an extent. he doesn't support blood magic and he doesn't support abominations, and he knows that mages don't need the circle to prevent those because he had his father and bethany as examples. he's still early in act 1 so we'll see how his character progresses, but I know that he will romance Anders (and Isabela) and then, in the end, he will kill Anders, and he will see it as an act of mercy, the same as Aveline killing Wesley or Anders killing Karl
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More micro stories and prompts?? YAY!
So, let's say.
Starry for Maria
Truth for Elowen
Medicine for Arianwen
Profane for Emma
Initiative for Salshira
… Pick the one(s) that you'd like best of course, no obligation to do them all! ✨
YAY BACK, oh man, you just know what I had to do for "initiative" right? Because now I desperately want a modern AU dnd group with Salshira as the DM. She would make a fantastic DM.
Thank you, Arja! 💗
(Micro-Fic Prompts)
Starry
“Lavender’s green, dilly dilly, lavender’s blue,” Maria sang, and motes of light spun from her fingertips, swirling in tiny constellations over the cradle before her. Leander reached for them, cooing, his tiny eyes fixed on the starry whorls above his bed.
“You must love me, dilly dilly, for I love you.”
This past few weeks, he’d refused to fall asleep without something to watch when she put him down to sleep. She’d been the same as a child—lights much like these were the first thing she’d ever called from the other side of the Fade—so Hawke would stand by his bed and sing until he dozed off at last. It was just a phase, she’d been assured, and the babe would grow out of it in time. For now, she didn’t much mind the singing, nor the stars.
“Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?” she sang, and smiled when she saw movement in her periphery: pale hair against the shadows, the shift of a shoulder against the doorframe, always watching in case she needed him. Ah, how she loved them both.
“Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.”
Truth
“Tell the truth,” Varric panted between bolts, “it’s the hair, isn’t it?”
Elowen cast him a horrified glance and tossed a fistful of lightning at the bear they were fighting.
“You want to talk about this now?” she asked, and ducked when a massive paw would have crushed her head. Varric snagged her arm and tugged her out of range while Cassandra swung into the breach.
“What else could it be?” he asked. “He’s not exactly the most charming guy out there.”
“Varric,” Elowen said, and slammed the butt of her staff on the ground, “no. Stop trying to turn this into a narrative.”
“I’m just saying—” he began, but she gestured sharply.
“Let it go,” she insisted, and then he had no choice but to let it go, for the first bear had called for a second and there was no longer any breath to talk with.
Medicine
“The mage sent me with your medicine,” the assassin said, and he was opening the flap of her tent before Tabris could decide if she wanted to pull the blanket over her damaged arm or leave it out in the open.
Zevran hissed between his teeth and crouched beside her, eyeing the burned skin over her wrist and forearm.
“A nasty wound,” he said, “do you need help with it?”
“No,” Wen said sharply, and winced when she tried to angle her arm closer, “...maybe.”
Zevran made a soft noise, tongue against teeth, and carefully sat beside her. Wen hissed at the sensation of the balm on her tender skin and buried her face in her shoulder.
“Why did she not come herself?” he asked idly, his fingertips very careful over her skin.
“I told her to fuck off when she offered,” Wen muttered into her shoulder, flinching when he laughed and traced ointment over the edge of the wound. His fingertips were callused and warm; for some reason, she hadn’t expected that.
“There—it is done,” he said a moment later, and stood to go.
“Thank you,” she muttered in response, long after the tent flap had swung shut again and the sound of footsteps had faded away.
Profane
It felt profane to walk here.
How funny to think so, after all the ruins and temples Emma had explored as a child. But this place—this temple—was different. It felt alive somehow, as if the goddess it revered was still present to watch what she did here.
“I am sorry,” she told the first statue of Mythal in Elvhen, “I want to help and I will be as careful as I can be, but there are others here who mean this place harm.”
She could hear the others murmuring behind her, feel the weight of Solas’s stare against the back of her neck. He’d been odd since they approached this place, but she couldn’t put her finger on why.
Didn’t matter. He’d made it clear that her faith was not his, and that was fine.
“Let’s do these puzzles,” she said after a moment, turning away from the remote expression of the statue. “We have to make this right, however we still can.”
Initiative
“The high inquisitor rises from her throne, staff in hand, magic spilling from her fingertips,” Salshira said, rising slightly from her chair as she spoke. “‘You have overstepped your bounds and you must pay the price,’ she says, and when she waves her hand every single one of the doors behind you slams shut and locks.”
The six players at the table before her gazed on in various stages of horror, Cassandra’s hands clasped before her, Cullen with one palm over his forehead, Bull grinning broadly and rubbing his hands together.
“You know what I’m gonna say,” Salshira said, spreading her hands.
The others groaned and fumbled around for dice, Sera drawing her set from under a paper plate and two grease-stained sheets of paper, Varric from inside a velvet-lined case, and Josephine from the precise line of dice she’d set before her. Salshira waited until all six players held their d20 in hand before grinning and leaning forward.
“Roll for initiative,” she said, and the fight began.
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idk if this will make sense but like. the way birb feathers work for mobians IN MY LORE AT LEAST is that like, they have individual feathers and fluff layers like a regular bird. BUT. the reason they have shapes or some have limited strands or pieces (take wave for instance) that do not seem feathery or textured at all… is NOT because it is one big feather or plume or anything.
instead, feathers are often loose and fluffy, but styled into these loc-like shapes for convenience and also personal flare. it takes a lot of maintenance and upkeep for them to stay so uniform and unruffled, especially if you have less of them, but it’s still less maintenance than having to deal with daily styling
ultimately, out of the rogues, jet has the least managed (but still heavily managed) feathers because he loves the mohawk or ponytail look— it’s out of his face and even if they get ruffled by the wind, they’re behind him.
storm has 3, and is the most confident in his styling ability because there’s no mohawk, hairtie, or bandana to cover him when he’s not feeling up to it. king shit
wave’s feathers,,, are a good representation of her personality. having feathers styled THAT LONG is basically unheard of. like she has never molted that shit off she is COMMITTED and they aren’t extensions either. don’t ask me how they feathers grow longer like hair i haven’t decided which reasoning i want to go with yet. anyways, wave’s feathers require THE MOST effort, but the reason why storm still surpassed her is because. of the bandana. wave isn’t styling those fucking baby feathers, so on a good day her head is smooth, but most days it is the bird equivalent of hat hair and a scrunkly mess of choppy fringe. and i love her
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