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I've been writing Carver in a priv disc and holy shit i miss my pookie

#ᴛᴀʟᴋ sʜɪᴛ; ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴛ ( griffon speaking ) #chin hands

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hcroesjcurney // merrill ​

merril nods as he explains things. magic was such a strange experience, feeling the fire batter around her fingers, or the ice. you could often feel those temperatures in your hands when you casted. so for a templar to have a reaction that was even remotely similar? it made sense. one trained to feel it would. 

“i suppose it makes sense, all magic is so different,” she nods thinking about it. her face is screwed up as she thinks. “so it’s a physical reaction then? like it feels like i i touched you? or like the wind,” she wished she had a notepad or something to write it down. “and does it matter? like who is doing the casting and all?” 

     “ i think it does. “ weight shifts from leg to leg while he thinks, and chats; a hand raising to absently scratch at the stubble dusting his chin. “ for those I don’t really know it all feels the same---but those closer to me, “ again, he looks to her. “ it feels....different, more intense? “

     “ i dont know how to put it into words, really. it’s just something i’ve only now noticed i even feel. “     

#IV | ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏᴀᴛʜ; ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀʀ

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mercyburned​

      she hated that she’d been the one to make this happen.  well,  not entirely  ー  the darkspawn had done it.  but if she hadn’t agreed to bring him into the deep roads,  maybe this never would have happened.   but what else was she supposed to have done ?   whether margo enabled it or not,  carver had always felt inferior and denying him the chance to go on that stupid expedition would have been a death knell in their relationship.  he was still her baby brother.  there was no one else left to look out for him. 

❛ i’m sorry, ❜  was all she could say.  ❛ i’d take that from you if i could. ❜

     eyes roll slightly, head shaking, and the warden lets out a huff. always carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders; always taking burdens that were not her own to bare. when would the woman rest? 

when the world lets her. 

     “ but you can’t. and that is ok. “ a pause. “ stop blaming yourself. “

#III | ᴄᴏɴsᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴇᴅ; ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴅᴇɴ

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HENRY CAVILL — The Tudors, 2.08

#ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇғᴜʟ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ( muse )

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Why Aren’t We Roleplaying?

Send me a symbol to say why we aren’t making sweet threads together!

● - You seem so busy …

○ - I ship our characters but I’m a little embarrassed about it

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas

■ - I have some ideas, but I’m scared you won’t like them

▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet

▼ - I don’t know if you like my muse

▶- I think you don’t like me …

◀- Let’s do an AU!

◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …

♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?

◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi

#ғᴜɴ & ɢᴀᴍᴇs ( memes ) #chin hands

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𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 .    ( soft  angst  starters.   )

❛  i  can’t  do  this  without  you .  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  safe  for  people  to  see  us  together .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  leave  me  alone .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  know .  ❜ ❛  just  go .   get  out  of  here ,   go .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  even  trust  myself ,   anymore .  ❜ ❛  there’s  nothing  left  for  me  here .  ❜ ❛  i  still  need  you .  ❜ ❛  i  only  wanted  to  help .  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  doing  this ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  it’s  not  true .   please .  ❜ ❛  i  have  to  do  this  alone .  ❜ ❛  how  did  you  get  this  scar ?  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  tell  me .  ❜ ❛  don’t  yell  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i  never  meant  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  things  are  getting  bad  again .  ❜ ❛  you  should  go .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  said  enough .  ❜ ❛  how  dare  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  still  here ?  ❜ ❛  you  deserve  better .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  talk  about  it .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  fix  this ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  you  hate  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  just  want  to  feel  something .  ❜ ❛  don’t  lie  to  me .  ❜ ❛  did  you  ever  care  about  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  regret  any  of  it .   not  a  single  thing .  ❜ ❛  how  could  you  say  that ?  ❜ ❛  i  never  asked  for  this .  ❜ ❛  this  isn’t  you .  ❜ ❛  i  need  to  go .   i  can’t  be  here .  ❜ ❛  what’s  that  supposed  to  mean ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this .  ❜ ❛  thank  you  for  being  gentle  with  me .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  possibly  trust  you ?   after  all  you’ve  done ?  ❜ ❛  don’t  run  away  from  this .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  understand .  ❜ ❛  please ,  i  can’t  do  this  right  now .  ❜ ❛  can  you  forgive  me ?  ❜

#ғᴜɴ & ɢᴀᴍᴇs ( memes ) #i like this one

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perks of being able to work from home: when i sleep through all my alarms I can just roll over to my desk like i totally planned on not going in today. any way, ill be lurking and replying to a few things through out the day

#happy Tuesday! #ᴛᴀʟᴋ sʜɪᴛ; ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴛ ( griffon speaking )

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Happy belated birthday ❤️❤️

thank you so much!!! <3 

#kaaras-adaar

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trevelyann​

“ – Right!” 

Introductions would be of no use if Carver died under the weight of more demons than Evelyne could count. Together, she and her band of merry misfit companions first targeted the crush of demons atop the Warden they’d been seeking. 

Evelyne made short work of some of the smaller ones, yanking them near by way of her chain and cutting them down with a swing of her great-axe or a strike with the same axe’s pommel. Once they have a grip on the situation – or, at least, seem to be able to strike the demons down as fast as they keep spawning – Evelyne, uniquely suited to closing the rift out of which they pour, does just that. 

With her feet planted firmly and squarely on the ground, she holds up her Anchor-marked hand, and she can feel the rift weakening, closing. And, when she feels that it is at its weakest point, she clenches her fist and pulls her fist towards herself, as if tugging some invisible thread. The rift is snapped out of existence, and the only greenish glow now comes from her left palm and not some floating portal.

With the dreaded demon-faucet closed, the remaining ones are cut down in a flurry of spells and blades. Evelyne, chest now heaving, too, makes her way to Carver. She, Carver, and her companions are all covered in demon…stuff, but she still extends her hand to him.

“A pleasure to meet you,” she says, through gasping breaths. “I’m Evelyne.”

“Evelyne Trevelyan, Inquisitor,” Varric adds, elbowing her, and she shrugs.

     he had heard whispers of the Herald---the one to walk from the conclave, a gift from Andraste bequeathed to them. the power to close these rifts, and banish demons. nothing could be simple anymore, could it? Carver watches, eyes wide and jaw tight while she tangles with the presence of the rift---and he finds himself more than impressed with the sight before him. 

truly, she is a strong woman. 

     with the last of the demons slain, and no more crawling out of every crevice in the rock around them, Carver finally relaxes and takes stock of himself. no real major injuries; a few cuts and bruises, no doubt a couple of cracked ribs but---well that tends to happen in his line of work. 

“I’m Evelyne.” 

     intense blue eyes cut high at her introduction, and Carver stands a bit straighter while he salutes her---Inquisitor, Varric said? 

     “ Warden-Constable Carver Hawke.” he nods in her direction, seriousness slipping away while he smiles---wide and broad. “ thank you for the help, that could have gone much ....worse. “ gaze darts down to his old friend. 

“ Varric, it’s good to see you. “

#III | ᴄᴏɴsᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴇᴅ; ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴅᴇɴ

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bowbeforeyou​

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“I apologize that I don’t see the point of both of us dying, Carver. How selfish of me,” he rolled his eyes, but there was some—hesitance in his voice, in his posture. Alistair had been back from Weisshaupt for only a few days, exhausted as the Void, and now here he was about to march off again. He could almost hear Duncan’s ghost yelling at me to stop being an idiot, to take others with him instead of going straight into the Deep Roads by himself.

“Look, there’s a ton of red lyrium down there and we have no idea what it does to Wardens yet. I’m not about to let you be the first test subject. If you got hurt…” Alistair wouldn’t call himself an overprotective person by any means, but he was on edge. It was as if all the jokes and sarcasm had been sucked out of him and replaced with a big chunk of pessimistic worry. “I really don’t think I could live with myself.”

     he surpasses the need to be as pig headed as he used to be---if there is anything Carver still can not stand it is to be coddled. especially when it comes to him simply doing to his duty. but Carver can understand where Alistair is coming from---the man has seen loss at such a great scape. anymore would no doubt be unnecessary in his eyes, and a weight on his shoulders. 

     “ it’s almost as though this profession brings such risks. “ sarcasm lines his teeth. “ we’ll both be the first test subject-- “ one massive hand claps the other on the shoulder, and Carver grins wide. “ it could be fun. “ 

though probably not.

#III | ᴄᴏɴsᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴇᴅ; ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴅᴇɴ

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evermerciful​

//…USER:CARVER… @lone-blade​  | liked for a thing

          The mage was no where to be found. Not her clinic, not her room, mess hall, rooftop, garden, no where that normally she was found. The last place to try and find Angela was the library, which was vast and tall in it’s shelves. Of course the place to look was never where the typically sought out books were located. No, the woman always sought out the dusty old as time books that were located in the far back, out of sight and normally out of mind of others.

          With the ladder broken to reach high up, that never seemed to stop Angela. She was about three-fourths the way up the aged bookcase, and when she spotted Carver just staring at her in amusement her body jolted in shock. The woman stared at the dusty books in front of her face, her face immediately turning red on her normally composed face.

     “ C-Carver! I will be down in just a moment…”

          With what semblance of professionalism and modesty she tries to hold, her voice barely held that as she tried to hide that she was flustered being caught in such a manner.

          Sharply inhaling, she climbed another shelf to try and reach closer to the top, she pulled out the two volumes she sought and ventured her way down with the creaks and groans coming from the shelves under her weight. Once she finally made it to the ground, she set the books aside on the nearby study table and dusted herself off from the accumulated dust from climbing the unattended book self.

     “ Is there something, you needed? “

          The mage didn’t look at carver, her cheeks still tinted with the embarrassment of her being seen in her normally professional demeanor she was so used to keeping up.

     he had no direct reason in seeking her out; nothing related to reports or anything of the sort. in reality, Carver simply missed her company---busy as both of them have been; not to mention the weeks long excursion the warden had been on recently. he and Angela had spent quite a bit of time together before his leaving---and he’d be a liar to say she had not been on his mind while he was gone. 

     and yet, she was no where to found. not the clinic, her room, or the mess hall. Carver chews his bottom lip in thought---perhaps the library. he wanders in that direction, amused at what he finds. 

     she is there---climbing the bookshelves like a child would the counter in order to fetch the cookie jar. a laughs bubbles up from the center of his chest, and the Warden moves to hover behind her just in case. the last thing she would need is a fall from such a height. 

     Carver watches while she carefully maneuvers back down; the old shelves groaning and creaking all the while. and there is no hiding the amused grin on his face as she finally reaches the safety of the ground. 

     “ not at all. “ he notes the rosy hues of red that dust her cheeks. “ i just returned not long ago. I wanted to see you. “

#III | ᴄᴏɴsᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴇᴅ; ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴅᴇɴ

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:OOO HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!

THANK YOU BB!!!

#evermerciful

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this past weekend was a busy one with my birthday and the holiday but i should be around a little later today

#ᴛᴀʟᴋ sʜɪᴛ; ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴛ ( griffon speaking ) #it was a banger of a birthday tbh #hope everyone had a good weekend !

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the homie @rcgueprince just pointed out he never really sees the sun again BC HE BECOMES A WARDEn clutches chest.

you ever think about how much Carver hates his birthday after Bethany dies? ya ever think bout how much his self-loathing intensifies after her passing? or how he literally equated her to the sun---the only constant warm thing in his life? and how he never REALLY sees the sun again after her passing?

no? just me? k.

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#i see you thirsty fucks #kiss him i dare you #ᴛᴀʟᴋ sʜɪᴛ; ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴛ ( griffon speaking ) #i dOUBLE DOG DARE YOU #dash comm #do it you cowards

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everyone: bias ship lists carver: so long as your name isn't hawke im down to clown

#i wish i was kidding #ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴛ ( crack ) #dash comms* #ᴛᴀʟᴋ sʜɪᴛ; ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴛ ( griffon speaking )

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@bowbeforeyou asked: ❛ i have to do this alone . ❜ // accepting

his sense of duty is --- infuriating. or, perhaps it is simply his willingness to die for a cause. Carver scoffs; eyes narrowed down pointed nose and the warden does not move from the other's path.

" you're too old for such dramatics. "

#response