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The Arrowhead by tinyfierce I just read it please omfg
http://archiveofourown.org/works/277720/chapters/440264
ITS SO PERFECT I HAD TO DRAW THIS ITS A SKETCH NSFW ARISHOK/HAWKE
You guys. You guys.
I got a present. xD Someone drew me porn.
My readers are awesome.
Second pic for the DABB submission. Again, for cataloging purpose.
A coloured frikadeller pic? *flails wildly* *is overcome by the awesome*
Plus their faces. Their faces. Fenris is so trusting, and he just doesn’t do trusting. I love this.
(via genginger)
When Hawke was little, he often dreamed big. His dreams presented the usual difficulties of imagination, ego, idealism, and the bite of childhood violence. He was certain he would be a hero, but also a pirate. At the same time.
Necessary: tall pair of boots; ship with griffon-carved prow; strong bo’sun who is NOT Carver; big hat with feather; lotion to prevent sunburn; leather cuirass, whatever that is..
Provisos: Bethany can come too and sit in the crow’s nest. Carver can stay in the store room and peel the potatoes. And of course Mother would have to be there to hoist the black flag high. Father, too, to turn the potatoes into Hawke’s favorite hash.
But adulthood became mutually exclusive with piracy. Being a scoundrel appealed as a substitute, at least for a time. A hollow reflection of childhood fancy. Wickedness, Hawke discovered, did not demand a ship.
Or so he thought.
Not so with Isabela.
…Who was a pirate without a ship, though her prow occasionally reminded Hawke of griffons. A friend without an anchor. A sail in need of a mainmast—not in the dirty way, either, though she didn’t mind talking about it in broad daylight.
Necessary: tall pair of boots; one corset; scarves; piercings of irregular shapes and naughty sizes; quick tongue; sharp stabby things; gold.
Not necessary: leather cuirass; trousers; ship.
Friendship: the ultimate flirtation.
Piracy: still possible, apparently.
Something planted; something grown. Their laughter warm like sunlight on the waves, sharp like the glint of a sunbeam against bronze. Arms slung over shoulders. Hawke, fishing a pair of torn trousers from his pack and hoisting the flag high.
And treasure, naturally. Avarice. Ambition. Asinine behavior. Architects of freedom sailing the streets of Kirkwall, singing shanties, sweating whiskey, a mast and a sail. Two best friends, flirting with life.
sneak preview of the hawke cosplay ;D
HOLY SHIT WOMAN
i love parallels to a fault
Dragon Age Holiday Cheer gift for missingsun! She gave a very compelling description of her lovely Hawke:
Elain is a mage and is snarky and pretty noble and doesn’t afraid of anything. She probably sends snarky letters to Templar!Carver making fun of him and/or making him wish he could bleach his brain because she’s often describing her sex life with Fenris and/or Isabela, in depth.
A scene of pre-debauchery at the Hawke estate popped into my head, so that’s what I drew. And Carver’s reaction (with apologies to Kate Beaton):
CARVER
EDGAR ALLEN POE CARVER
OH
MY
GLOB
A post full of win!
The Mighty Mediocre: feuerkind: Can someone who just genuinely hates Leandra explain to me…
Can someone who just genuinely hates Leandra explain to me why they do?
I’m not looking to jump down anyone’s throat here. I’m just curious.
I didn’t even like my own mom so there was no motherly attachment for me to begin with. What really made me go ‘really, bitch?’ was when…
I absolutely agree with that, Medi. Her behavior once you move into the estate did strike me as odd.
You ran away with the man that made you happy, yet you want to find someone “suitable” for Hawke? Really?
And she did get the side eye from me every time she had something to say about Hawke’s friends.
But hey, I don’t exactly have the best relationship with my own mother, so there was really no, “I need to protect my mommy!!” from me, either.
Basically. Plus, when all the nobles are running around killing people it’s like “Really, mother? You do realize that there’s about a fifty percent chance that I will have to slay my husband in the future, right?”
Instead of going around as ‘The Champion and her elven lover’ it’ll be ‘The Champion and the skull she carries around reenacting Shakespeare with’.
I hated it when Bethany was taken and Leandra blamed me. Excuse me? I went to the Deep Roads, I left you in charge of your daughter, she got taken/gave herself up, and you blamed me?
Plus, the whole arranged marriage nonsense. Leandra had run away from home to marry an apostate. What if (warrior/rogue) Hawke’s children were mages? Magic runs strongly on both sides of her family. Would the noble ponce be willing to give up his lifestyle to live on the run, hiding his apostate child? If Hawke was a mage, would he threaten to send her to the Chantry every time an argument broke out?
As far as I’m concerned, the only people “suitable for Hawke” are those who fight with her every day. Any noble wishing to curry her favour can pick up a sword and join her on a run to the Wounded Coast.
CAPTION THIS MOMENT CONTEST held by Varric Tethras
SUBMISSIONSISABELA
‘No, Hawke, I don’t think we should all have faces to match the one on my…’
’Crotch, Sebastian? Now, don’t be afraid of it—it’s just a word. Go on, you can say it. No? Ah, well. I’ll say it twice to make up for your slack. Crotch. There we go. But really, don’t you see the potential? A kitten for Anders, a goat for Aveline, the Dread Wolf for Merrill, a long liar’s nose for Varric, a dragon for me, of course, and…’
‘A heart for Fenris, I suppose?’
‘…’
‘…’MERRILL
‘Now, Hawke, what a fascinating turn of iconography we’re suddenly a part of. You’re all in black and red while I’m wearing white and gold. Visually speaking it says so much about us. How fuzzy is your beard? Will it hurt me if I touch it? How difficult it is sometimes to see anything over my nose!’
‘Oh my, would you believe it, I simply can’t think of a joke Hawke would say! Something very funny but also awkward that Isabela would have to explain to me later, only then I’d laugh—oh, how I’d laugh. Did I win the prize for captioning, Varric? That was delightful! We ought to do it again with some of the others, too!’FENRIS
‘I am Hawke and there appears to be a dwarf head in my armpit.’
‘Better than a martyr’s head between your legs.’
‘Is it, though?’BETHANY
‘Oh dear. I, Hawke, have just felt a strange cold shiver down my spine at the thought of flirting with Sebastian. I’d best not do that or my charming sister who loves me very much will turn me into a toad because really Garrett must you have everyone? Do me a favor and don’t stare lovingly into his eyes. Go find a mirror and do the same if you must; that always makes you so happy.’
AVELINE VALLEN
‘Inanity.’
‘Superiority.’
‘Idiotic joke.’
‘Something preachy.’
‘All in a day’s work.’ANDERS
‘I should go visit Anders and spend a romantic evening with him discussing the underground mage network, shining like a beacon of hope deep into the dark Kirkwall night.’
‘My crotch is so cozy. I really did appreciate Anders’s joke back then, more than he’ll ever know. I just couldn’t laugh because of my princely pride. Give my belt buckle a polish, Hawke?’
‘I only polish Anders’s belt buckles, Sebastian. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some kittens and some apostates to rescue and a sandwich to make my favorite sexy, tortured healer.’
‘Ah, Hawke. If only we could all be so wise.’(Sadly, Varric’s winner ended up being the same as always with the annual competition: no one. But at least the Hanged Man was full of peace and quiet while the merry band of madmen worked on their submissions, wasn’t it?
Next year, they’ll play the game ‘Who can be quietest the longest.’ Works like a charm.)
Shimmy, darling, some of us like breathing. This gasping for air nonsense is getting tiresome. ((NEVER EVER STOP YOU’RE INCREDIBLE))
Varric’s What They’re Thinking:
Hawke: So much unspoken. Perhaps I should make a joke about how that face of Andraste makes his ‘Legacy of Starkhaven’ look big?
Sebastian: I sense…impurity, coming from somewhere…
Sebastian: Ah, it’s only Hawke. A curious and unpredictable man, that Hawke. But a good one nonetheless, if at times misguided.
Hawke: What a frustratingly sexual nose he has.
Hawke: What to say, what to say… ‘Good afternoon, Sebastian; I see you’re in the Maker’s house demonstrating the applicable uses of temptation, as always?’ No, no, Hawke; that lacks your usual finesse. Oh, if only Varric were here; he’d know what to say, and how to say it so well…
Sebastian: Hawke’s been staring at me for an awfully long time. Perhaps he has something to confess?Isabela’s What They’re Thinking:
Hawke: Maker, my trousers are tight around my throbbing manhood.
Sebastian: The aching shadow of sexual temptation approaches. I hear his footsteps and they echo with fire in my belly…
Sebastian: I turn—
Hawke: I yearn!
Chantry Candles: We burn.
Chantry Vases: We urn.
Sebastian: ‘Ah, Hawke. You came at just the right time. Perhaps you might join me in that confessional to speak in hushed voices of sin…?’
Hawke: Oh, Sebastian, I thought you’d never ask!Merrill’s What They’re Thinking:
Hawke: This is the face Fenris makes sometimes!
Sebastian: My eyes are as blue as the sky!
Hawke: Why, the hair at the back of his head is shaped like the backside of a duck!
Sebastian: Follow your nose, wherever it goes!
Hawke: This is the other face Fenris makes!
Elthina: At times I feel as though I’m all alone with this enormous pumpkin…
Hawke: And this is my sexy face! Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have had all that bacon for breakfast!
Sebastian: Have you seen my sky-blue eyes? Suddenly I’m hungry for thick-cut cured meats!Anders’s What They’re Thinking:
Hawke: I should be getting back to Anders.
Sebastian: And I’m a pompous fool who enjoys accessorizing with the faces of long-dead martyrs, but all the shiny white armor in the world can’t make my heart any purer.
Varric: Blondie, that’s not how the game is—
Anders: I don’t care. We have no time for subtlety of prose anymore, Varric.
Varric: Well, I guess that does explain the manifesto.Fenris’s What They’re Thinking:
Hawke: Something inappropriate.
Sebastian: Something about the Maker.
Hawke: Something even more inappropriate.
Sebastian: Hoping Hawke will not be inappropriate out loud where anyone can hear him.
Hawke: Preparing the inappropriate blackpowder, as it were.
Hawke: ‘Fart joke.’
Sebastian: Maker, no.Aveline’s What They’re Thinking:
Not bloody enough, that’s what they’re thinking.
