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snitchesnsneeds · 14 days

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Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 3-19: Timetagger

I'll be level: I'm not fond of Time Travel or Multiverse plots. The former can turn the show's timeline into pasta and almost always breaks the first law of thermodynamics. If you travel to the past and your past self is there, then there's a copy of the matter that makes up you. Where did that matter come from? The latter has the issue of being overdone these days and being a worldbuilding nightmare. You're multiplying the world you're building by however many parallel worlds are out there, typically infinity. I do think there are times where it can work, however. Time travel when it's the only thing focused on and can make it a good fun time like Bill and Ted, and the multiverse when we only focus on one universe and the occasionally parallel visitor or travel, like in Steel Ball Run. But who cares about that? This is an Alix episode! Woohoo!

Marinette, just say "Not again. Alya, can you handle the kids while I punch Mr. Pigeon in the face?"

Honestly a constantly rapping time travel villain that flings people to different timelines is pretty cool.

Also apparently everyone sent to the past has such a big impact they become famous in one way or another? Odd.

I'm not sure what's funnier. Chat Noir destroying relics in a museum with no hesitation or adult Bunnix being inside there.

Our watch

The revelation that the futuristic watch from one season 1 episode being a Miraculous is honestly pretty cool. I love a good callback.

Oh thank god their relationship isn't bonded there's a chance the world has a chance

Once again Chat Noir's complex about being useless strikes again

The teleporation battle was pretty fun. I liked how Timetagger sent her to the Ice Age, Cretaceous Era, Pompei's Eruption, and the Asteromorph-Gravital War. All Tomorrows is always canon.

The particle physics on that disintegration lmao

Wow, Lila saved Marinette's bacon there. To manipulate children, sure, but hey.

"The future isn't set in stone" except it is in this plot

Good episode, time travel aside!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #ml ladybug #adrien agreste #miraculous adrien #chat noir #ml chat noir #alix kubdel #miraculous alix #time travel

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thefirsthogokage · 10 months

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SAG-AFTRA is Ready

[Image ID: A tweet from Bethany Anne Lind (@LindBethanyAnne) from July 12th, 2023 that reads:

Hi. You’re looking for the “rank and file” actors? We’re here. Very easy to find. Lots of IMDb credits. Few shits to give if we ever work for the AMPTP’s pennies again. @sagaftra /End ID]

[Image ID: A QT of the first tweet by Alex Collins (@AlexCollinsActs) from July 12th, 2023, that reads:

Exactly this!!! This is my 23rd year as an actor and when you factor in inflation, loss of residuals to streaming, and content being shelved, I’m making LESS than I did 23 years ago. This does NOT happen in the corporate world. Experience=merit based incentive raises. /End ID]

Sorry I can't get all of the tweet. Those links used to take it to where you could read the whole thing, now you have to sign in again. Stupid broken Twitter.

Anywho, the beginning of Vincent D'Onofrio's tweet reads:

Attention @sagaftra stay strong actors. Do not let the higher echelon of our peers convince us otherwise. The writing is on the wall. Solidarity is staring us in the face. Eyes are on us let's finally be the Union we should have always been. This is no joke this is our moment of…

If anyone can get the full thing, that would be great!

[Image ID: a tweet from t-pants (@timothyryancole) actually just posted on July 12th, 2023 that reads:

Are you kidding me?

We’re actors…

We’ve been dealing with unemployment our whole lives

you don’t think we can handle a few extra months?

Bring it AMPTP - you greedy fucks

#wga #sagaftra #strike

/End ID]

Not SAG, but this is a good one too:

[Image ID: A tweet from Andra (on-druh) Whipple (@whipsical) from July 12th that reads:

Somebody should tell the AMPtP that like 90% of writers are either former assistants or former lawyers. We’re used to getting fucked with, and we know all about power. /End ID]

[Image ID: Tweet from Rukhmani K. Desai (@/rukhdesai) from July 12th, 2023 that reads:

Lol SAG gave the AMPTP a self-tape due in less than 24 hours. At least 40 pages of stuff to look over and said “good luck to you on that.” /End ID]

[Image ID: a tweet from Mica Burton (@micaburton) from July 13th that reads:

Time to decorate my knee scooter and crutches with strike accessories so I can join my fellow SAG members on the picket line— broken ankle be damned it won’t stop be from yelling at the AMPTP /End ID]

[Image ID for the above set of tweets: two tweets from Luke Barnett (@/lukebarnett) posted July 13th, 2023 that read in totality:

I don't think the AMPTP realizes the sheer amount of actors in this town who don't work during the day. There literally will not be room for us. Every studio gate is going to look like Wal-Mart on black Friday but with more spray tans.

Like, I'm literally going to be showing up with a mini-van of dads from my kid's preschool who are all out of work working actors. Traffic within a mile of any major studio is going to be a nightmare. WE HAVE NOTHING TO DO. /End ID]

[Image ID: A tweet from Shawna Benson (@shawnabenson) from July 13th, 2023 that reads:

Day 73 for WGA.

Day Zero for SAG (a lot of people will count it as Day One, and rightfully so).

WE are waiting for the AMPTP to negotiate in good faith. They can't ignore most of our demands (decline to counter) and say we walked away from the table.

THE STUDIOS did this.

/End ID]

#wga strike #sag aftra strike #bethany anne lind #alex collins #vincent d'onofrio #timothy ryan cole #andra whipple #rukh desai #mica burton #luke barnett #shawna benson

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richincolor · 2 months

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New Releases for the Week of February 20, 2024

I'm interested in all of the new releases this week--especially A Tempest of Tea--since tea is in my cup every day. It's another to add to our list of books featuring tea. Along with the vampire and tearoom book, we have a contemporary story and another fantasy with demons and curses. It looks like a good week to read.

Conditions of a Heart by Bethany Mangle Margaret K. McElderry Books

Brynn Kwan is desperate for her high school persona to be real. That Brynn is head of the yearbook committee, the favorite for prom queen, and definitely not crumbling from a secret disability that’s rapidly wearing her down. If no one knows the truth about her condition, Brynn doesn’t have to worry about the pitying looks or accusations of being a faker that already destroyed her childhood friendships. She’s even willing to let go of her four-year relationship with her first love, Oliver, rather than reveal that a necessary surgery was the reason she ignored his existence for the entire summer.

But after Brynn tries to break up a fight at a pep rally and winds up barred from all her clubs and senior prom, she has nothing left to prop up her illusion of being just like everyone else. During a week-long suspension from school, she realizes that she doesn’t quite recognize the face in the mirror—and it’s not because of her black eye from the fight. With a healthy sister who simply doesn’t understand and a confused ex-boyfriend who won’t just take a hint and go away like a normal human being, Brynn begins to wonder if it’s possible to reinvent her world by being the person she thought no one herself.

The Diablo’s Curse by Gabe Cole Novoa Random House Books for Young Readers

From the author of The Wicked Bargain comes a high-stakes race to defeat a curse designed to kill about a teen demon who wants to be human, a boy cursed to die young, and the murderous island destined to bury them both.

Dami is a demon determined to cancel every deal they’ve ever made in order to tether their soul to earth and become human again. There’s just one person standing in their Silas. An irresistibly (and stubborn) cute boy cursed to die young, except for the deal with Dami that is keeping him alive. If they cancel the deal, Silas is dead. Unless… they can destroy the curse that has plagued Silas’s family for generations. But to do so, Dami and Silas are going to have to work together. That is, if the curse doesn’t kill them first. . . .

A Tempest of Tea (Blood and Tea #1) by Hafsah Faizal Farrar, Straus and Giroux

On the streets of White Roaring, Arthie Casimir is a criminal mastermind and collector of secrets. Her prestigious tearoom transforms into an illegal bloodhouse by dark, catering to the vampires feared by society. But when her establishment is threatened, Arthie is forced to strike an unlikely deal with an alluring adversary to save it—and she can’t do the job alone.

Calling on some of the city’s most skilled outcasts, Arthie hatches a plan to infiltrate the dark and glittering vampire society known as the Athereum. But not everyone in her ragtag crew is on her side, and as the truth behind the heist unfolds, Arthie finds herself in the midst of a conspiracy that will threaten the world as she knows it.

From the New York Times–bestselling author of We Hunt the Flame comes the first book in a hotly-anticipated fantasy duology teeming with romance, revenge, and an orphan girl willing to do whatever it takes to save her self-made kingdom. Dark, action-packed, and swoonworthy, this is Hafsah Faizal better than ever.

#new releases #young adult books #ya lit

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goth-surana · 1 month

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WIP (not) Wednesday! Tagged by @pinkfadespirit

Snippet from what I’m working on for my fic where Anders is made tranquil and then cured. It’s called Hope and Hopelessness on Ao3 if anyone’s interested!

TW discussion of suicidal ideation and possible intent

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The next day Hawke and Anders decided to try wandering the grounds again. They kept to the upper floors mostly, sometimes looking down at the bustling people below.

“Look how many mages there are,” Anders pointed out. “They’re building their own community.”

“That’s your community too,” Hawke said quietly.

Anders shook his head with a sardonic smile. “I’m afraid not. They may be free now, but I’m sure they carry no small amount of resentment for me. I never thought I’d live to see this at all, I’m okay with not participating.”

Hawke’s heart ached at his words, but he kept silent. That wound was healing, but slowly. Hawke knew Anders loved him, even as he thought Hawke would strike him down. Hawke told himself that was more to do with Anders’ deteriorating mental state than Hawke’s own actions, but Hawke wished desperately that he could have done something to make Anders see how precious his life was.

But Hawke had always known that about Anders, he had always known the void called to him on desperate days. Some people fought that battle, Hawke knew. Bethany had been similar, often wishing she didn’t exist simply so her family could have an easier life. Hawke hoped to the Maker that she was doing better now, no longer on the run but free of the Circle.

Hawke didn’t like to think of the day when Anders had looked most close to harming himself, right after killing Alrik and nearly killing Ella. Hawke had held him tight that evening, making sure to not leave him alone longer than necessary. Before the last year and before the explosion, Hawke counted that as one of the worst nights of his life. That, and Carver dying.

Now…

Well, now Hawke didn’t have to worry about last year. It was over. Hawke healed from Carver’s death in his own messy way, he healed from his mother’s death and from Anders’ suicidal night. Hawke would heal from Anders’ time as a tranquil mage as well. It wasn’t even Hawke’s suffering…

#my fic

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thedragonagelesbian · 6 months

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future and mistake for cyrus? :o

:oooooooooooooooooooo

oc asks: not so nice edition

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could've been, never fighting back.

Varric: Ha, you've got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.

Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?

Varric: In that story of yours—-the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone. You thought he gave up, right?

Solas: Yes.

Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone.

Varric: That's the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you've got, it takes. And it's gone forever.

Varric: The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That's as close to beating the world as anyone gets.

Forgive the somewhat abstract answer, but this banter gives me brainworms, and I can't help but understand it in the context of Cyrus' worst possible future. Even in his other worst case scenario--being hollowed out and reduced to nothing but a symbol and a weapon--there's that possibility that someone else will be able to save him, that he will still be surrounded by people who care about and love him even if his soul is fractured and his body is claimed by arcane entities beyond his comprehension.

But losing everybody? Having to go on living alone? Having to make peace with failure and to face loss with grace? Will he ever be the type of person content to sit in the sun, to accept his own stubborn happiness and survival as a furious refusal of a world that has marked him again and again for death and despair?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

DA2 Cyrus: leaving Bethany behind on the Deep Roads Expedition. He doesn't know that he would have lost her no matter what, of course, just that his absence led to her being taken to the Circle. The irony of course is that telling Bethany to stay in Kirkwall was a unilateral protective big brother decision.

He's tried very hard to fix this particular error, despite Bethany's insistence that he come to terms with the situation. In the month after returning from the expedition, he got himself badly hurt many times trying (and utterly failing) to break her out of the Gallows, and he spent more than a few nights imprisoned there himself. He keeps carrying that guilt and anger for years. Of course, Bethany does eventually leave the Circle in the end... if under less than ideal circumstances.

Pallybarb Cyrus: breaking his oath; it was a moment of pettiness and frustration with profound consequences, but with Karlach's help, he was able to accept it and even embrace the uncertainty and the flexibility that being a full-fledged oathbreaker comes with.

Shadow Sorc Cyrus: not stopping Astarion from emptying him like an industrial strength drain snake. He wouldn't have considered it a mistake if he had just died (pallybarb Cyrus did not mind that NEARLY as much as he should've), but instead it started a chain of events ending with his body lost and his soul bound to a sword, and that's not counting all the weeks of dysphoria and alienation and isolation and active self-destruction and...

So, um. No. He hasn't fixed it, and he DEFINITELY hasn't moved on no matter how much he tells himself and others that he is Really Super Fine (don't mind him screaming at abdirak to hurt him as bad as possible or letting volo icepick him or shotgunning tadpoles or--)

Ranger Cyrus: trusting [redacted], eventually remedied with a sword through the gut, a crack of divinity like a lightning strike burning out the hollow of a tree, a blur of blood and tears and screaming even as he cradles the dying body

#cyrus hawke #cyrus bg3 #mechanically oath breaking only takes away channel divinity but is it fucked up or what if cyrus has a panicked regretful moment #of trying to use lay on hands on [redacted] only to feel the howling void in his chest

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takeiteasyjoan · 3 months

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CW: Snake feeding details and some gross stuff about it. Frozen mice fed.

Fingers crossed, the new juvenile ball python struck at and is eating the thawed frozen mouse we offered!

It's a large size mouse which, according to the rule of thumb ratio of 10-15% of the snake's body weight, he should be eating. He'd only been eating small mice before we got him and, we don't know his exact age, but we think he's underweight for the age he probably is. Based on a snake channel on YouTube, we are going to try to feed him every 5 days (instead of every 7) to try to get him to get back up to a better size.

We're hoping he actually eats the mouse and doesn't decide to reject it because he's pretty scared/apprehensive being brand new to his new home, less than a week.

We tried a large mouse for him Friday but he was scared and wasn't interested and was just nervous. Then we tried a small mouse earlier today because we though maybe he wasn't used to large so try him on his current food (after watching more videos, that was the correct choice from the start, oops). But he was in his hide when we went in, and he was interested and flicking his tongue. He struck twice but then recoiled and bonked his head on his hide. Gross part here, he snagged his tooth on the mouse and his guts spilled out and ew no we can't keep offering that one.

So we tried another large mouse after it got thawed and warmed up, and we decided to move his hide so he'd have more access. He struck but Bethany said it was a defensive strike unfortunately. She tried and he struck and grabbed the mouse. But then we were both dumb because I was like "hey lets put his hide back in" and we opened the cage door and that spooked him and he dropped the house... damn it.

We left it in there with him and checked on him after 15 minutes to see if he decided to eat it from the cage floor, which he hadn't. I picked it up with the tongs again and he stuck and latched on! I quickly and quietly closed the cage door and hit the lights and we will check on him in like 45 minutes in hopes that he actually ate and didn't reject it.

Bethany just walked by and said "wow that's a NOVEL, babe" and she's right lol

#adventures in new snake #tiej

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oxbowridgehq · 3 months

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DECEMBER 30TH, 2023

Snow had been falling for two days when it finally stop, the residents of Oxbow Ridge waking up to a record amount of snow, at least in their lifetime. That would be enough to explain any slips on the roads, if anyone was foolish enough to drive. But David Walker was an experienced driver and these roads never scared him. Nothing scared him and that was maybe the problem. That sense of grandeur was bound to be his downfall. Maybe it was the slippery roads or maybe it was the faulty breaks, something surprising considering he had his truck serviced about a week ago. Not in town, he never went to Cormac, but by his trusted mechanic out of town. And now an investigation launched by Cooper Walker, a private one, made light of that fault with the breaks.

JANUARY 3RD, 2024

The day Cooper Walker learned of the faulty break was the day he called everyone home, including the disgraced cousins. He wasn't as much asking as ordering, and the same was communicated to Bethany Walker. To Cooper, it was clear what happened, a declaration of war from none other than the Byrne. He had warm his father of such a thing, of the Byrne growing influence and the small empire they were building. And now he was proven right and ready to strike back. The Oxbow Cowboys were already fired up, aching for a fight that they had been long promised. None of it was the New Year celebration they had planned but they were determined to make the best of it.

JANUARY 12TH, 2024

It was a Friday night like all others and Lady Luck was full. It wasn't such a smart move, and it wasn't entirely planned either, more like a few cowboy who had drank a little too much. It wasn't ordered by Cooper, but then again, they had been told not to waste an occasion. It didn't matter if the occasion was mostly created by them or not, they walked in the casino like they owned the place and were thrown out, not without a few good punches given to the Clovers. And while Declan Byrne never said he was responsible for David's accident, and he intended on keeping it that way, now was the moment he'd wait for all his life.

And with that we all pick up in the week after, tensions high, people slowly taking a side and questions without answers being whispered. People in town are wondering if David was really foolish to go out in that weather or if something else happened. For now, David Walker is in a coma, not many being allowed to see him.

#death tw #car accident tw #alcohol tw

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4toldbygyromancy · 1 year

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"Wow, Rosy! It looks like you have more space to post about your SH OC, Bethany!" Well, golly... looks like I do, heh. (Nervous...)

Full Name: Bethany Abigail Monroe

Other Names: Fiancée (Monster/Otherworld Self) Sister

Gender: Female

Age: Died at 23

Hometown: Providence, Rhode Island

Occupation: Student

Status: Deceased (dies a year prior to SH3)

Relations: Sue Reed (mother) Francis Monroe (father)

Story Related by Her: Francis Monroe left to start a life with Sue, but Bethany grew up hearing stories of Silent Hill and its faith from him. He passed away when she was a kid, and Bethany had to grow up quickly to take care of her now-single and aging mother. When her mother died shortly after she graduated college, Bethany inherited her estate and decided to return to her father’s hometown to follow the faith he held so close to his heart.

The Truth: Sue wanted to get clean and get all traces of PTV out of her body before she started a family, so she and Francis temporarily relocated to Rhode Island shortly after their marriage. After her recovery, Sue used her pregnancy as an excuse to stay, despite Francis wanting them to return to Silent Hill. Even after Bethany was born, Francis continued to try to pressure Sue to move back to Silent Hill to indoctrinate their daughter into the Order.

This came to a head after a particularly explosive argument, and Francis angrily drove off towards Silent Hill. He died in a crash on the way, and nobody could tell whether it was an accdent or suicide. Coincidentally, this was around the time when Harry Mason and Cheryl arrived in Silent Hill, which might have explained Francis’ urgency to return to the town.

Sue fell into a deep depression, conflicted over Francis’ death and her youth being “taken away” from her by Silent Hill. She took her anger out on her daughter, see-sawing between neglecting her to pursue new romantic relationships and obsessively trying to build a normal life for her. Bethany, meanwhile, turned to her father’s stories of Silent Hill for comfort. She almost came to view it as a fairytale land, pasting photos and postcards of it up on her walls. Her mother did not take this well and began to lash out, telling Bethany about what a horrible man her father was.

Their strained relationship continued to suffer, especially with Bethany having to drop out of college to get a job to take care of her mother, who was too physically and mentally unwell to work. It was around this time that Bethany discovered that her mother had relapsed into her drug habits.

Bethany, tired of the abuse, abandons her ailing mother to travel to Silent Hill. However, the guilt of leaving her mother alone to fend for herself, combined with her father’s ties to the Order, warps the town and begins to ensnare her…

.:SILENT HILL 3 FIGHT NOTES:.

Finacée is an optional boss fight inside the Chapel.You can encounter her inside in a room off one of the corridors before the Library. Nothing will change if you choose not to fight her, and you can leave the room at any time to end the battle (though if you leave and go back in her health will be at 100% again).

Finacée is a slow boss, moving mostly via lunging her upper body towards you.The growth/parcel hanging from her hands is incredibly heavy- the good news is that this makes her slow, the bad news is that she can swing it like a bludgeon.

After you defeat her, a cutscene will play where she falls to her knees in prayer. You have the choice to either leave or you can strike her down.

If you leave, nothing happens. Finacée will be gone if you enter the room again and there will be a note talking about how the Order grew after Vincent Smith revitalized it. Unlike some of the other notes about him found later in the Chapel, this one isn’t as critical and even sounds grateful.

If you strike her down, the growth unravels and Fiancee collapses. Her body sizzles as Heather finds a ring in the growth’s remnants. Eagle-eyed SH1 fans might recognize this ring as the Ring of Contract. After the cutscene ends, Heather will be able to examine the same note about Vincent and the Order. Striking Finacée down will net you 500 points towards the ‘Possessed’ ending.

In the inventory, the ring’s description reads: “A really ugly ring. Just looking at it makes me feel gross.”

Examine: “The letter ‘V’ is carved inside. Is this an engagement ring? What kind of girl would like this?”

Examining this ring triggers a couple of extra lines in the Library cutscene with Vincent. It isn’t an especially important plot point, but Heather does say that Vincent is disgusting, which is a nice bit of revenge after the “they look like monsters to you?” line. (Also, Vincent’s pretty damn blasé about the implication that his dead fiancée became a monster suffering in the Otherworld.)

#tw: drugs #tw: drug abuse #her story will have oc x canon in it so if that's not your jam then please don't read but I hope you have a nice day #silent hill oc #oc x canon #canon x oc #this isn't even touching on her dad and his history with the order lollllll

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vigilskeep · 1 year

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3, 5, 7, 11, 23, 41, 47, and 50 for Keir on the oc ask game!

3. do they enjoy cooking?

yeah!! he’s not a particularly good cook—he’s that guy with like 3 recipes he just makes on repeat—but it’s all very hearty filling extremely solid fereldan fare and he makes his friends come to his house and eat it Or Else at least once a week to up their strength and constitution scores

5. do they have any tattoos? if so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

you know i hadn’t thought abt it but it stands to reason that he would. he was in the king’s army and then a mercenary band and that strikes me as part of the culture (shoutout to carver’s “i can make it bark”), plus keir’s generally fairly up for trying things like that. i just thought abt him and bethany with matching red iron tattoos and im immediately adding it to my worldview

7. do they have any unusual fears?

i was going to say casually that for backstory reasons he might have a weird nervous thing abt statues that appear to be looking down on him, and i JUST realised how immediately terrible that makes the gallows and the final fight with meredith, so we’re committing to that i guess

11. do they have any addictions?

cute mages? mghsjsk

23. how would they want to die?

oh man. uhhh. having done his best. and perhaps selfishly: before he loses anyone else

41. do they learn from their mistakes?

he tries. when he makes a mistake he certainly thinks abt it a lot and remembers it when a similar decision comes up again. but he struggles to change the way he fundamentally is

47. would they lie to get someone else out of trouble? even if they would have to take that someone else's place?

he’s not a liar by nature. he’s not that quick of a thinker or talker. if someone actually needs protecting then he’d just physically step in with some type of ‘you want them you’d better go through me’ rather than try to lie anyone’s way out. if it’s not an actual dangerous situation and just like social consequences or smth then it’s that person’s actions and on their own head be it

50. what is your favorite thing about them?

you ask me this to make me suffer personally... one favourite thing... aughhh okay i love his straightforwardness and how that can come across bluntly and violently in some situations yes but also surprisingly earnest and sweet. he always says what he feels and that means both sides of the spectrum. it’s kind of a breath of fresh air to have a character like that when you’re as nervous and reserved as me lmao so that’s what i have the most fun with when writing and playing as him

#keir hawke

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awellboiledicicle · 8 months

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And now im thinking about how All That Remains went with Hunter Hawke because he strikes me as the kind of man that 100% only passingly paid attention when his mother was initially talking about a suitor. Just presumed someone was trying to get at the family name now that it meant something again, and trusted his mother to handle it as needed. Asked to meet this suitor once or twice once it was obvious his mother was serious. And then the flowers. The frantic run through town, probably with Fenris because he happened to be passing the estate on the way home, then Merril as she was in the low town market. Varric being told by his people that Hawke was tearing through the city for something. Isabella coming along because friends don't let friends run through the city like madmen without either coming along or stopping them. Anders had been in the clinic and one of Varric's runners found him.

He found the group in a foundry in low town, Hawke refusing to release his mother. The second he locked eyes on the healer, it would have been begging and sobbing, please Anders, do something-- please-- it's still her, it has to still be her, maybe-- please try-- Getting him home had been… well it had been harder to explain the corpse he carried to the guards that tried to stop them from going up to the estate. Harder when Anders had to stay back as Hawke nearly broke down the Chantry door at 3am to demand a pyre as soon as possible. The sisters dressed the body and tended to her. He refused to leave until she was engulfed.

The hardest part was comforting Hawke after Bodahn and Sandal helped him out of his armor and into his home clothes, washing the blood from his face and hair.

"She said she was proud of me." It sounded leaden and disbelieving as Anders sat with him. "She was never proud of me."

"I don't believe that." He dared rest a hand on Hawke's back before the rogue simply fell into his side. He gave the other man's shoulder a squeeze. "You're a man to be proud of. More than my mother could say, surely, wherever she is."

Hawke seemed not to hear him.

"She blamed me, you know. For my brother, on the way here." He stared down at his hands, flexing his fingers. "Carver would have kept her safe. Would have been nosey enough about her business to know something was wrong."

"You're hardly to blame for darkspawn, Hawke."

"Aren't I? Would i been a warrior like he was, stronger, faster, maybe i'd have taken the blow instead." He frowned, clenching his hands into fists. "Or gotten us out of there faster. And then Bethany, Maker knows i cocked that up-- tried to keep her home, keep her safe, and the templars take her."

It took all his strength to bite his tongue on the subject. Now was certainly not the time to bring up mage liberation, even if it was to do with his sister. Hawke didn't seem to notice the internal struggle and continued.

"I'm alone. Huh. Don't think i've ever been alone before."

"You're not alone. You have me, and everyone else." Another squeeze and Hawke finally looked at him, eyes red from crying. He pulled a spare bandage from his coat and offered it. The other man took it silently, dabbing inaccurately at his own face before giving up to wind it between his fingers. "Once the pain fades, what will be left is that you had a mother that loved you. Even if she didn't always speak like she did."

"Don't think it's pain, yet. I think its…" He grimaced and stared intently at Anders like it would somehow make words easier. "You'd know about being so angry you can't help crying, wouldn't you?"

"Quite a lot, sadly."

"How do you make it stop?"

He took a deep breath and let it out through his nose.

"Used to do a lot of things I wouldn't recommend. Best thing for it, in my experience, is doing something. For grief, though, the best thing for you to do is try to rest." He gestured to the bed they were currently sitting on. "It's easier to process things once you've got some sleep. I can go so you--"

A look of sudden fright came over Hawke's face and he grabbed at his free hand.

"No--" He seemed to realize how loudly he protested before letting go and solemnly searching the other man's face. "Please, stay. I don't think I.. I don't want to sleep, to be alone."

"Of course i'll stay, if you want me to."

#handers gate au

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Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 3-12: Chris Master

Yeah that's right, I'm doing the second Christmas episode on April Fools' Day! At 3am! Although in-universe it isn't a Christmas episode which reminds me how hard it is for me to figure out the Miraculous timeline since so many months occur in season 1 to the point where the other four seasons are in a timeframe of approx. 4.5 months! That's 1.25 months per season!

You ever think about how weird it is that Marinette has plush dolls of her possessed classmates, including her actual bestie?

Holy fuck! Mario Kart 64 Bowser!

Just show this kid some Ed Edd n Eddy, or something, Marinette. He's clearly young but not young enough for that show, right?

Marinette Costanza strikes again! With some self-reflection on how she's a creep for Adrien.

Ooh! Yet another funny episode! Flying catfishes, armadas of toys looking for Santa Claus, the Eiffel Tower turned into a Christmas tree, this is something one of my villains would do in my self-insert Miraculous fanfic.

And the final battle takes place in 2007-2009 Roblox. Good to know.

So is Santa Claus real in the Miraculous-verse? It was sort-of ambiguous, honestly. I know Ladybug isn't the best-behavied kid in the world because she's Marinette, aand the more I think about it I don't think he's real.

People were sort-of acting weird in this episode. Was that due to the akuma's influence or something?

I have to admire how hammy Hawkmoth is, honestly. He may be a bad guy but he's relishing in it.

Cute little fun episode. Not much else to say here.

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find the word tag!!

I don’t participate in these nearly enough considering it’s a tag game I think is really fun.

Anyway, I’m yoinking the open tag from the wonderful @albatris hehe!! :’> The words it gave are: strike, blanket, watch, taste and good!

I will tentatively tag (with no pressure to any of y’all): @emotionalsupportpuma @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @paradisiacalshroud @wherearetheplants @idkjustgowithitok and anybody else who’d be interested!!! Feel free to tag me if you do--I wanna see!! Your words are chance, winner, fall, foundation, and scrap!

I’m taking each of these from another character study thing I’ve been writing on and off for quite a bit now, haha!

strike:

Her funeral was a small affair, with only a few attendees. She hadn’t had many friends in the city, after all.

Still, Salvatore made a point to attend, and he left a bouquet of forget-me-nots for her on her grave. Though he’d never been the most sentimental man, he thought she would appreciate the gesture.

Ginger had wanted nothing more than to leave an impact on the world. She wanted to dig deep through the cracked and broken stones beneath her feet, to push and push and strike gold. All she wanted, and all she deserved, was a chance to truly shine.

Though she never had the chance to affect the world as a whole, she left an impact on one man. Because the flowers were correct. Salvatore would never forget her, and he would carry her name with him for the rest of his life.

blanket:

Thankfully, everything went as expected, and soon Leslie came screaming into the world, a tiny bundle of flailing limbs with a scowl on her face and a dark tuft of hair on her head. She wailed from the moment her tiny lungs took their first breath, as though crying out to all the stars and heavens themselves, demanding that they hear her and take her seriously.

As Anna, exhausted as she was, cradled her tiny baby in her arms, she remarked to her husband, “My, this one sure is lively!” Leslie, though she was far too young to understand the words, pouted nonetheless as she squirmed in the soft blanket she’d been swaddled in.

Westley chuckled breathlessly, his relief and pride plain on his face as he agreed, “We’ve got a real spitfire on our hands here.”

watch:

When Jesse held Leslie, he held her like she he was confused about what to do, something he clearly wasn’t used to. Though she was quiet, he watched her with wide eyes, as though waiting for her to start screaming again. For her part, Leslie stared up at him, her tiny face screwed up in a frown.

“Can someone else take it?” Jesse said after a moment.

“That’s not an it,” Anna chastised her son. “That’s your sister.”

“Of course,” Jesse said, holding Leslie out to her. “I just don’t want to hold her. All she does right now is scream, anyhow.”

taste:

Prudence Burke was, to a young Leslie, practically ancient, with a severe demeanor about her that made every interaction with her unpleasant, leaving a sour taste in the young girl’s mouth.

And she was far, far less charitable than Bethany was when explaining what happened to Scott.

“Don’t say that name, child,” she’d snapped at Leslie, her piercing blue eyes narrowed in displeasure. The wrinkles cracking across her face only served to make her look angrier, and for a moment, Leslie thought she looked like a large, angry cat. Leslie had never been afraid of cats, and she wasn’t afraid of Prudence.

“Why not?” Leslie asked, full of the persistent curiosity carried by so many children. “He’s my brother, ain’t he?”

good:

The first to hold her was her eldest brother, Scott Burke. Scott was a fine young man, having only recently come home from his time overseas. He was his parents’ pride and joy, as he’d fought on the front lines in the terrible war. Combat had left him with a prominent limp and a sad, desperate sort of exhaustion in his eyes, but he still wore a smile on his face most days.

He was a good man, the sort of man many boys aspired to be. Though he was young, he had much to be proud of. At least, that’s what he’d always been told.

Scott held Leslie like she was something fragile, something to protect. He ran gentle, world-weary fingers over the soft brown hair on her tiny head. Even when she batted his hand away with little fists and whined, he only smiled warmly.

#multi makes text posts #multi's writing #find the word tag #don't worry about the time i'm posting this btw

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Hawke as an Inquisition Member

This is loosely based on a meme that went around when DA:I came out. I never got around to it and I think it was more focused on people’s Inquisitor in an AU setting, so I am just co-opting it using ideas from my fic Tether, since I headcanon my Hawke joins the Inquisition as an agent under Josephine. That being said, this is canon-divergent.

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Background

Judith Hawke was born and raised in Ferelden, the first daughter of an apostate and a runaway noble. She served briefly under King Cailan before the Blight drove her to Kirkwall. She found success in defending the city, eventually becoming Champion for driving off Qunari, but was cast out for standing against Knight-Commander Meredith. She campaigned for the rightful Prince of Starkhaven, unknowingly one step ahead of Seeker Pentaghast, and has been reigning Princess for several months.

Before she was born, Judith’s mother was captured by Grey Wardens, forcing her father to use blood magic and seal away Corypheus. As such, Judith feels a personal responsibility in defeating the ancient magister once and for all, in any way she can.

Technically Judith is an agent under Josephine, developing her diplomatic skills. Nevertheless, she is happy to lend her blade when called upon.

Location

When not away on missions, Judith can be found in the courtyard gazebo, in quiet contemplation, though sometimes she can be spotted in the Herald’s Rest with Varric.

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Specialization

Paladin: Judith was exposed to lyrium at a young age and thus has the abilities of a Templar. While not as potent, she does not require regular dosage. Her focus is defeating enemies swiftly, and is especially adept at rendering enemy defenses and slaying demons.

Silver Sword; when activated, does increased damage to Fade Creatures.

Smite; a burst of lyrium-infused energy, dealing greater damage to Fade Creatures, and stunning all enemies in range.

Silence; interrupts spells and prevents further spell-casting for an extended period of time.

Hawk’s Wing; a powerful lunge, cleaving foes in her path. This is especially effective against guard.

Talon Lunge; a precise attack at a single target, effective against armor.

Crescent Strike; a wide arc, effective against barriers.

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Combat Comments

Engaging Combat

“Have at you!”

“I will keep you safe.”

“For his sake, I will not fail!”

“Get behind me!”

“Not one more step.”

“Last chance to surrender!”

Upon Enemy Death

“Fall.”

“What a waste.”

“You could have prevented this.”

“Andraste Guide you.”

Low Health

“I must push on.”

“This is nothing.”

“No, not here…I must return.”

“I’m going home… no matter what.”

Fallen

“Forgive me… my prince.”

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Location Comments

Storm Coast

“I find the rain and rustling waves rather soothing, don’t you?”

“For years I’ve wanted to come back to Ferelden, but now… all I want to do is cross that sea again.”

“I wonder if Isabela is sailing these waters right now. I hope she’s all right.”

Redcliffe

“It does my heart good that this place has recovered from the Blight.”

Emerald Graves

“So Orlesians just… build manors here because they can? Deplorable.”

“Varric, did you send that letter to Merrill? She should see this.”

“I’ve never seen a giant before. Awful.”

The Hinterlands

“Lothering is not far from here. Perhaps… no, never mind. A foolish idea.”

“Ah, I do love the fresh air and open spaces. I’ve missed this.”

“I’ve lived in cities far too long; I’ve forgotten how big druffalo are.”

(finding Crystal Grace) “Ah… when they were young, Bethany and Carver would climb all over searching for this flower. They found out it was a favorite of Leliana’s, their favorie Sister in the Chantry. They would pull it from the earth, roots and all, stomping into the Chantry, dragging mud. They argued over who would present it to her. I wonder if she remembers.”

Inquisitor: Did you have any feelings for her?

“Aha, well, you know how I feel about pretty archers with soulful eyes and a soothing accent. I looked, for certain, but I was also a bit too young, and had enlisted not long after moving to Lothering. And she… seemed a bit sad, in pain, almost.”

Exalted Plains

“Miserable.”

“War ruins everything it touches, as surely as any Blight.”

Western Approach

“Fereldens don’t really like heat. Did I fail to mention that?”

(sees a fennec pass) “I’ve had dreams of foxes. Still not sure what they mean.”

(after killing Venatori) “I wonder if Fenris is dealing with these Venatori, too. Making a mess of their innards, I’m sure. I hope he’s eating. I always had to remind him to eat.”

Crestwood

“I lived in a dozen villages just like this one.”

Emprise du Lion

“If not for the horrible red crystals with sickening magic jutting from the ground, this place would be rather peaceful.”

“(dreamy sighs) I would love to just… build a cabin somewhere snowy and quiet, take Sebastian and lock ourselves in for a week.”

Inquisitor: What would you do for a week?

“(laughs) Your imagination is more daring than mine, Your Worship, I’m sure.”

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Personal Quests

Darkness over Denerim

Judith’s personal quest is a modified version of “Shadows over Denerim”. Rather than a War Table Mission, she will accompany Josephine and the Inquisitor to meet with King Alistair and/or Queen Anora. Josephine and Judith will speak with the nobles while the Inquisitor investigates the area. With enough evidence gathered, the Inquisitor can call upon Judith to proceed. Once the cultists are revealed, she will assist in the fight.

As a reward, the King and Queen will reward the Inquisition with several trained mabari hounds; the Inquisitor and Judith will have the ability to summon one in battle.

The Flock

Inquisition scouts have spotted a large moving group of mages on the outskirts of Ferelden. Leliana confirms this group to be the remains of the Kirkwall Circle, led by former First Enchanter Orsino and Bethany Hawke. The mission has you join Judith finding them and guiding them to Skyhold, removing all obstacles in their way. Bethany is reluctant to accept help, as she does not want to spend her life relying on her sister’s protection, but does relent that the situation is bigger than that.

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Approval

Judith generally approves of acts of generosity, selflessness. As a princess, she prides herself on serving others. That said, she was born a commoner, and spent much of her early years in Kirkwall looked down upon, so she also approves of spiting/humbling deserving nobles. She also approves of respecting the dead and grieving.

Here Lies the Abyss

Wardens join the Inquisition

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts

Public Truce

Gaspard and Briala Rule

What Pride Had Wrought

Inquisitor drinks from the Well (only elven Inquisitor, no approval or disapproval from a non-elven Inquisitor)

Allows Merrill to drink from the Well

The Verchiel March

Recruit Harmond with Nobility knowledge

Let Sera kill Harmond

Bring me the Heart of Snow White

Bring the real snowy wyvern heart to Vivienne

Revelations

Pardon Thom Rainier

The Spoils of Desecration

Give the key to Keeper Hawen

The Knight’s Tomb

Give the scrolls to the Dalish

Left to Grieve

Approval for every letter returned

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Disapproval

Judith disapproves of selfish and needlessly cruel acts, namely taking advantage of those in need, and propping of those who do not require help.

Here Lies the Abyss

Wardens are exiled

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts

Celene Rules Alone

Gaspard Rules Alone (GREATLY Disapproves)

What Pride Had Wrought

Allows Morrigan to drink from the Well

The Verchiel March

Partner with Harmond

Bring me the Heart of Snow White

Bring the common wyvern heart to Vivienne

Revelations

Abandon Thom Rainier in prison

The Spoils of Desecration

Disturb the Grotto

The Knight’s Tomb

Give the scrolls to the Chantry

Romance

Judith is a happily married woman, but will accept respectful flirtations with male and female Inquisitors with good humor. If an Inquisitor visits often, she will share details about her beloved prince and how they met, perhaps giving a bit more insight into Varric’s sour attitude towards him, and how there’s probably much more to the story than “Tales of the Champion” will ever tell.

With high enough approval, she will show the Inquisitor her Memory Shard, explaining she experiences nightmares and painful memories, and this is one of the few things able to ease her. She can also offer some advice to an Inquisitor seeking romance.

“If you want love in your life, any sort of love, you must keep your heart open. That means being vulnerable, and that can bring a lot of pain. But you must believe it’s worth it. It took me years to learn that lesson.”

#Dragon Age #Hawke #Dragon Age: Inquisition #Fuck it I am tagging it I spent a sorry amount of time on it #Judith Hawke

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under a new morning sun (6/?)

Turns out, being trapped in the Fade isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Rogue Min Hawke learned this at Adamant. Luckily for her, her lover Varric Tethras refused to believe that she was really gone.

Varric rescued Hawke from the Fade with the help of the Inquisition, but there were consequences. Spending time in the physical Fade has left them Fade-touched: Varric is now a dwarf who can dream, and Hawke has developed mage abilities. Together, they’ve returned to Kirkwall for a well-deserved rest.

Old estrangements, new powers, and ghosts from the past make for a homecoming that doesn’t exactly go as planned, even as the Inquisition’s mission marches on and Kirkwall struggles to rebuild. Hawke must find a way to master her newfound magic and strike a path forward with family, friends and Varric at her side.

Chapter 1: Rearranged | Chapter 2: Making the Rounds | Chapter 3: In the Evening Hour | Chapter 4: The Message | Chapter 5: This Is Fine

Chapter 6: Between the Lines

Dear Sparrow:

Traveling’s really not all it’s cracked up to be. Which isn’t much, if you ask this dwarf. If it’s not the less than stellar accommodations, it’s the shitty weather (dumping rain? In mid-summer? Shit, why not add on hail? …no, dammit, that wasn’t an invitation).

Not to mention, the company leaves an awful lot to be desired. It’s just me and this nag of a pony rented out from some toothless farmer. Dennet, the Inquisition’s horsemaster, is never going to let me live this down. Pony’s name is Buttercup but his disposition is more along the lines of Deathroot or Ghoul’s Beard. I’ll probably be black and blue by the time I get to Skyhold.

Hope you’re doing all right, Min. I miss you, and while I’m sure it doesn’t come as a surprise, I just wanted to say it.

Also, I love you.

Also hopefully not a surprise by now.

Send my best to Bethany and Merrill. Send my apologies to Aveline, as usual.

Until tomorrow,

Varric

Dear Varric,

You must have written this letter on the back of your horrible steed just outside the city walls, or else you’ve cracked near-instantaneous message-sending. Some secret of the Inquisition, perhaps? Hopefully you won’t mind my letters getting to you a bit slower. I imagine we’ll get a few in various states of mixup, though that only adds to their charm.

I’m doing well! As well as can be imagined, I expect. Now that you’re gone and I’ve got no dwarven snuggling to keep me busy with, Bethany’s taken the opportunity to work me day and night on my magical education. It’s odd, certainly, trying to pack in a decade’s worth of training into the next few months, but when haven’t I enjoyed a challenge?

Be careful, Varric. Don’t think I didn’t notice your hangdog expression as you got yourself packed up. I know you’d rather be here right now, but I’m proud of you for doing this work. I hope you’ll be back soon. But only because you make rather an excellent bed-warmer.

Joking, of course.

Love you dearly, my Varric.

Cheers,

Min

Dear Min,

Have I told you how much I hate sea travel? Rescue me. You’ve never seen a greener dwarf in your life.

I’d write more, but I’m busily hunting down a bucket. Ugh.

Hope your day is going better.

Love,

Varric

(Also, you might want to check the back of your wardrobe. Something to cheer you up.)

Dear Sparrow,

You’ve found it! You’re always joking about how comfortable and stylish my tunics are. Dwarves have always had the Orlesians beat on fashion. Figured I would leave you one with a little note, just something to remind you of while I’m away.

And if you happened to wear it with nothing else, alone in your bed, dreaming of a certain trusty dwarf pressing warm, languid kisses along your thighs… I mean, that would be perfectly fine. Let’s just say imagining your taste, your sighs, the way you squirm might get me through some long, hard nights.

Fuck. It’s going to be a damn long road to Skyhold, isn’t it?

Love you. Can’t wait to taste you, to fuck you, to hold you close again.

Yours in debauchery,

Varric

Dear Varric,

Well, that was a surprise. Your tunic fit me perfectly, especially once I pulled off my trousers and smallclothes. I did have to make do with only my imagination and my own hand, but rest assured, had you been here you would have seen quite the show!

Thank you for this. Wearing this is a lovely balm against long and lonely nights. Feel free to imagine me wearing it in all sorts of scenarios - on my knees with my mouth around you, spread beneath you in my bed, bent over on the floor of our tent in the Approach - why, the possibilities are endless!

Do hurry up and come back when you can. I miss you, you know -- all of you, if you catch my meaning.

Love,

Your now very frustrated and dreadfully horny Hawke

Sparrow,

Hope Kirkwall is treating you better than whatever random-ass town I’m in now. This inn makes the Hanged Man look like the Winter Palace. The smell alone -- Phew. Not only that, but the whole place is so flammable they don’t even have hearths in the rooms. I’m writing this by moonlight, for crap’s sake.

Are you sleeping all right? Dreams or not, I hope you’re getting some well-deserved rest. I’m working on that part myself.

I always forget just how far away Skyhold is from everything decent and warm. Buttercup and I are getting closer, but there’s still a ways to go. He’s bitten me about three or four times, but he’s only crapped on my bedroll the once. I think he’s getting fond of me.

Found a demon outside this crummy little town, harassing some villagers. A nasty one. Despair. Bianca and I handled it, but it was tough seeing what it had done to the people there. I’ll have to let Doodles know there’s rifts out here, too. Seems there’s nowhere Corypheus hasn’t fucked up, at least a little bit.

I’m gonna fix this, Min. Promise.

But never mind me. How’s Kirkwall life? Aside from your no doubt very dramatic pining for me, I hope you’re on an even keel, Sparrow.

I love you more than I’ve got words for, and you know that’s saying something.

Varric

Dear Varric,

No letters recently. I know you’re probably getting into some backwoods parts of Thedas by now. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll get them in the end! Always do.

Kirkwall is, improbably, surviving without you. I know it’s difficult to believe, but we are managing to cope despite the lack of your charm and chest hair. It’s a dreadful burden to bear, but we’ll make do.

It is… peculiar to be back, though. Things are the same, but they aren’t. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. Merrill says it’ll take time. I hope she knows what she’s talking about.

Bethany makes me feel a bit better in that she’s adjusting, too. I don’t know if she’ll go back to the Wardens after all’s said and done. Seven years in Kirkwall and they never seriously came for Anders… perhaps Bethany’ll be able to make an escape herself. The false Calling’s gotten quieter, she says, after everything that happened at Adamant. But there are times she goes quiet in the middle of a conversation, and I don’t know how to ask if she’s all right.

Magic is… well I’d rather not talk about that. It’ll be fine, eventually. I’m not really sure I’m getting the hang of it, but I think I’m going to talk to Bethany about trying something different. I’ve been mulling it over for a few days. I need… more.

Love you, dear Varric. Do be careful.

Love,

Your Sparrow

Varric,

Wish you were here. Wish the old me was here, too. I’m rattled. I keep pretending that I’m not, that everything can just be laughed off with a joke or a quip, and I’m so tired of it.

I used to know how to do that.

But that was before the Fade and its awful green light and everything so empty and cold and false, and what if I’ve come back wrong, Varric, what if it isn’t just recovering but instead it’s possession?

I’d know, right?

Right?

Argh. I probably shouldn’t send this. This one might be better stuffed inside of one of Molossus’ chew toys. IGNORE THIS if I accidentally send it along. It’s very late, and I’ve had a lot of wine.

Hawke

Dear Min,

Buttercup and I should be reaching Skyhold late tomorrow. Maybe some of your letters will beat me there. Assuming you’re writing me, of course, and haven’t run off with a distant and hairier-chested cousin of mine. Though if you do, I understand. Cousin Torgold has a pelt that could put a druffalo to shame.

Up here in the mountains, shit’s awfully quiet, unless you count the winds stirring in the rocky valleys, or the wolves howling far in the distance. The stars are closer here, and the scar from the Breach, too. It’s almost pretty when you really look at it, greens and blues shifting, dancing, overhead.

I wish some things had been different, Sparrow.

I should have learned my lesson back in Kirkwall. Remember that spell of Marethari’s? I should have realized that me and you and the Fade don’t make for anything but badness. I could have kept hiding you. Even the Inquisition’s spymaster hadn’t found you until I lifted my pen and spilled ink to paper.

… but I’m a selfish dwarf.

I don’t know if I would’ve had the guts to finally tell you the truth if it wasn’t for that night in Crestwood. That’s something I’ll never regret. Never.

I love you, Min.

No matter what.

Love,

Your Varric.

Buttercup’s hooves clomped over the threshold of Skyhold’s gates, just as slow and steady as they had been the rest of the journey. Varric sighed, leading the old nag to the stables. He ought to make sure the pony was all right. He dismounted once they reached their destination, groaning and rubbing his aching back.

One of the Inquisition stable lasses yawned, greeting him. “Serah Tethras! You’re back. It’s good to see you. Though this is a sorry beast if ever there was one.”

“Buttercup’s not so bad,” said Varric begrudgingly, patting his jacket pockets. He came up with a few wrinkled mint sprigs and a piece of a sugar cube, which he offered to the pony. Buttercup’s whiskers tickled his gloved hand as he took the proffered treat. “He got the job done.”

“We’ll sort him out, don’t you worry.” She patted Buttercup on the neck, and the pony snorted, flicking his ears back. “The Inquisitor returned a few days ago,” said the lass, stepping away from him for a moment. “I imagine she’ll be glad to see you back! Especially after all the trouble in the Approach.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it,” Varric sighed. He handed the girl a few silvers. “Thanks for looking out for him. Careful, though. He does bite.”

He made his way up to the great hall, dread growing with every step. He regretted not stopping at the Herald’s Rest first — maybe some of Bull’s awful qunari liquor might have been a good idea, or hiding out in the attic with Cole — but he’d delayed this long enough.

The hall had begun to clear out, this late at night. At first Varric was gratified to see that his spot by the fire seemed safe. Clear. But a small silhouette at the other end of the hall, studying the golden plates they’d found out on the Inquisitor’s journeys, looked far too familiar.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. His head kept hurting, but then, clenching his jaw would do that. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered.

He settled his things down by the fire, sat in his least favorite chair, and waited for Bianca to find him.

#hawke x varric #dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #varric x hawke #min hawke #varric tethras #under a new morning sun

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30? ;-;

Ahh thank you! I haven't written much for fenhawke but they're my favorite of my da ships and I miss them. In which I take canon and toss it out the window (she escapes the fade and finds Fenris. this is a week or so after.)

30. “It was just a nightmare, love. It wasn’t real.” | 354 words | rated T for swearing

Nightmare stands poised, a perfectly lined up shot. Aravis is hidden amongst the stoney cliffs. Two arrows left. She can do this.

"Gotcha," she whispers, and her bowstring sings as she sends an arrow into an eye.

The demon shrieks. The elation she feels at making the shot wilts as its screams turn human, familiar. Merrill. Isabela. Anders.

"Fuck your stupid screams," She growls. "Think you can scare me?"

She needs to find another shot, before it gets worse. She can't let terror overtake her thoughts.

Its remaining eye should do the trick. With her last arrow, she nocks the bow. Nightmare is standing stark still.

"It's over now," she mutters. She looses the last arrow. It flies straight and true towards the target, whistling through the air. She dares to hope that this fight might be done--

The arrow strikes. Aravis grins.

And then watches in terror as it pierces Varric in the chest. Bethany. Fenris--

She sits up, gasping, drenched in sweat. No. I've killed them. Killed them all--

"Aravis!" Fenris's voice brings her back to reality. He touches her shoulder. She whirls on him, eyes wide.

"It's not real," he says, gently. He touches her cheek. "It's not real."

She crumples into his arms, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

"I am here." He rubs her back, strokes her hair. "It was a nightmare." She hides her face against his neck. She forces herself to breathe. Her sobs finally calm, but the anxiety remains.

"Shit." Aravis raises a hand to wipe her tears. "Same damn thing three nights in a row. Pity killing a demon called Nightmare doesn't keep me from having them for the rest of my life," she says, sniffling. "I feel cheated."

"It is most unfortunate," Fenris says, quietly. She knows he's worried. She wraps her arms around him and rests her head against his. Her surroundings are familiar now. The inn from last night. Scratchy blankets, but warm. Creaky rafters. Crickets, outside. Bandages on her arms. Her friends and family, apart but alive and well. She sighs. This is real.

"Fenris?" she says.

"Hmm?"

"I'm never leaving again."

He kisses her. "I'm glad to hear it."

#sleepy prompts #dragon age #fic #hannah words #oc: aravis hawke #this is barely edited bc i posted it from work like a champ #also i haven't written da fanfic in ages akdhskdjd wow

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