#donnic

[tapakah0]

*Still passed out* by @thegunnsara Mikey...

#tmnt #rottmnt #bad future au #donnic #thegunnsara

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Okay so imagine you're falling in love with this noble, strict woman who runs the city guard. She's known for her loyality and also for making your profession a bit less corrupt. She kinda fumbled through admitting she had feelings for you, but honestly that was kind of cute. She seems a perfect fit, the woman you were meant to marry! Sure, you know her friends have a reputation but it's probably not as bad as people make it out to be, right? They can't really be batshit insane, they're probably just a rowdy bunch.

And then like. 3 years later you're reading the best selling novel of the century, and it's one that her friend happened to write!! Exciting!! And then you get like. 2 pages in and you realise the gruff, almost retiring main character is based off you (and you're not even that OLD what the fuck?)

That's dragon age 2 from Donnics perspective.

#dragon age #da2 #donnic #varric #varric tethras #aveline #hard in hightown

[telumendils]

i love the banter that reveals fenris and donnic hang out and play cards on the regular. it’s so easy to feel like the companions’ worlds revolve around hawke at times i’m obsessed with any little reminder they have lives and relationships outside whatever’s going on with the player character. 

#bee.txt #dragon age #dragon age 2 #da #da2 #fenris #donnic #hawke

[perlen-gold]

A fenhawke story

Chapter 2

Somewhen, somewhere, someone is clicking the door, embossed into the night, standing there, speaking from far away. The door clacks again.

He covers his maimed face, as if to shield, as if he can block the lyrium’s aching glow out. His voice is a distorted, cracked thing, disastrous and broken. He slips his right hand to his chest where his heart, tripping, blundering, beats its fractured agonizing beats. The weeps wreathing themselves from his split lips have his eyes shut against the sudden splendor of the bluish veins and their torturing power. It tethers him to life. It grinds life’s boundaries in his skin right over his heart.

His cries have shrunken to hoarse groans and he draws sharp, shallow breaths between them when a voice breaks into them.

“Fenris?” Aveline, alarmed.

He sees her not, hears not.

More words. The fire has long since drawn its last breath, leaving nothing but chillness in the old estate. The rustling of paper. Gasps.

“Fenris.”

“Fenris!”

More versions of his name, his unimportant name.  The only name which matters is falling, soundlessly, from his lips like winter’s hail.

A hesitating touch. Tentatively, Donnic tries to place both his hands on his shoulders. Fenris roars then like the sea waters rising to crash dykes and stonewalls, the red cloth still cradled against his heaving chest. He throws them from him, the lyrium growing teeth sharp and long, a white-hot thunderbolt in the biting-dark chamber. They retreat with fear. Donnic exhales, apprehensive and torn. Merrill flinches and recoils, her hand only inches from him before. Her face is a burial shroud white.

Their words mist around him as ghosts. Time and sound blur like melting watercolors into incomprehensibility. „Come, Fenris. You must not stay here.“ „Show … show me the letter.“ „Is it …?“ „It is Varric’s writing.“ „Come on. Up you get …“ „Listen to me –“ „Fenris …“ They kneel around him, Aveline standing behind them, near. His raucous voice still carries more power than Fenris would have expected as he roars again, teeth showing, the strained stream of their words lost with Hawke’s yelled name. Merrill tentatively tries to stroke his hair. She shrinks back from the lyrium-rivulets‘ renewed sudden flare. Tears wet the stone where she is kneeling like soft summer rain.

All of a sudden, Fenris stands.

Merrill and Donnic slightly back away from him. They stare at his ravaged features

„Where?“ He means to shout but his throat is only the inept rasping of leaves in a breeze, his chest blasted wide.

„We … we do not know, Fenris,“ Merrill whispers. Aveline steps toward him. Her face is gray, bloodless.  Wet. Light green eyes sharp with tears. Donnic tries again, standing next to him. „Listen, Fenris …“ Aveline looks at Fenris‘ contorted face. His convulsed features which she has known for so long. Almost appalled. He staggers. A deep, abyssal rumble like a beast’s growl forces itself out from someplace chasm-deep within him. „Where?“ he repeats. His voice has never sounded this low. It glints with the crimson stains in his hair from his fingertips. Each trembling breath a shudder.

Aveline’s eyes meet her husband’s only for a split second. There is something in those light green eyes he can understand but not see anymore. „No one,“ huskily, Aveline speaks, pale determination on her face, „knows for sure where they – “

A vicious, fierce scarlet rage comes and he nearly draws his sword. „Where?“ Aveline takes a step back. He has never seen her do something like it in all their years. But out of the corner of his eye he sees the scribble in the bottom left corner on the letter in Merrill’s shaking hand.

His sword in his hand.

Wild murder in his heart.

They dare not follow him.

#fenhawke #dragon age fanfiction #fenris #merrill #donnic #aveline #dragon age 2 #hawke #m!hawke #garrett hawke #dragon age #da 2 #da ii #da2 #m!hawke x fenris #m!fenhawke #fenris x hawke #fenris x m!hawke #fenris x garrett #dragon age: inquisition #da:i #da: inquisition

[merrybandofmurderers]

i love the lore that donnic plays cards with fenris not least of which becuz it brings me joy to try to conceive of how this happened. imagine fenris is sick of varric making jokes about him brooding in his corpse-filled mansion so he decides to host card games becuz that is a normal thing for sociable free people to do. but he needs to show varric that he knows more than just hawke's circle and he remembers that aveline got married to that one guard and figures that'll suffice. so he tracks donnic down at a bar or his place of work and approaches him in his perfunctory way and says i am hosting cards this evening, you should come, if you would like. and donnic only vaguely knows this man as someone his wife runs around committing crimes with in her free time and he thinks it's nice fenris is reaching out so he says sure where do you live. and this elf with a foreign accent carrying a sword as long as he is tall tells him he lives in the abandoned mansion in hightown. and donnic is just like,, okay i'll see you there then. fenris just says you shall and leaves. and then donnic gets there and the other players are varric who is a renowned author and criminal and the darktown healer who (from his wife's complaints) is supposed to be at odds with fenris. and this is just his life now

#donnic and fenris being friends is some of my favorite da2 background lore #dragon age #da blabs #fenris #donnic hendyr

[mrgabel]

Have we read the same book?

Want to know what I've been up to lately? Well, here it is!! This is my entry for the digital Dragon Age Fanzine "Love Across Thedas" @loveacrossthedaszine which you can get HERE (for free! yaaaay! - and with so many awesome contributions!! Check it out definitely!)

This was one of the biggest pieces I finished this year and it was a drag but also so much fun to create. And, honestly, who agrees with me that this is my best Varric I ever drew? I love these games so much!

Happy Holidays, dear people! ☃️

#dragon age #josephine montilyet #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #mhawke #anders #isabela #merrill #aveline vallen #donnic hendyr #and so many ships #love across thedas #dragon age fanzine

[seidkonaz]

DONNICE OUIMETTE (my boyfriend's mother) and her trusty rat 8-BALL in THE LOST BOYS (1987)

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #the lost boys 1987 #donnice ouimette #8-ball #*

[dragonageconfessions]

CONFESSION:

I know this is sappy and I understand whey they didn't do it, but I always wished there was a brief cutscene of Aveline and Donnic getting married. There would not even have to be dialogue just some narration from Varric. I can even see Hawke standing for Aveline and Fenris standing for Donnic. 

#Dragon Age Confessions #Dragon Age 2 #Dragon Age Series #aveline vallen #Aveline X Donnic

[kiivg]

.“...During the Kirkwall-Starkhaven peace talks; it is said that Champion Hawke was a great aide in calming down what could have been a Civil War within the Free Marches. They were, after all, as close as brothers during the Champion’s years in the city...” - Brother Luther, Official Scribe of the Kirkwall Chantry.

#varric tethras #aveline vallen #sebastian vael #hawke #da2 #dragon age 2 #donnic hendyr #seneschal bran #serendipity #doherty hawke #male hawke #hawke x sebastian #sebastian x hawke #sebhawke #princess vael #.heheheheeheee they were in love :)c. #mxm

[truetealtears]

So many fic writers don’t acknowledge the fact that canonically Fenris hosts a game night with Donnic at the mansion WEEKLY

Like sure he probably put them on hold for a bit after his personal quests since oof those were not good times but past that he sees Donnic once a week!

So many of you guys are missing out on A - probably one of/the only friend Fenris consistently hangs out with OUTSIDE of Hawke and Co (even though he’s Aveline’s husband lmao). And B - the closeness and hilarity of their relationship, like they do this for years, they clearly talk to each other about a lot. To the point where Donnic tells him about maybe having children and stuff, which Fenris then asks Aveline about and she goes ‘you two talk too much’ LIKE??? ITS RIGHT THERE IN CANNON

The funny part comes in when you’re romancing Fenris because everyone depicts him as like brooding about it alone in his mansion for weeks (which he definitely did ngl) but then only confiding in either no one at all or like Varric WHEN DONNIC IS CANONICALLY RIGHT THERE

Like can you imagine that at one point during one of their game nights in Act 3 Fenris is like:

“Donnic”

“Yeah?”

“So you are married…”

“Listen Fenris, buddy, you’re right. I am happily married and as your friend I would love to give you relationship advice but you were there for the absolute mess that was Aveline trying to court me. You know full well why I can’t really help you get with Hawke. The two of you combined are worse than even my dear wife.”

“We are not that bad”

“Fenris”

“Fasta vaas, fine. So what now?”

“Well I can offer encouragement, Aveline is close with Hawke used to have tea with her mother a lot, so I can tell you with absolute certainty that Hawke is into you and Leandra wouldn’t have disapproved. You just have to make your move… and also never tell either of them that I told you this”

*Meanwhile in the Hawke estate*

“Aveline I need you to do me a favour and get Donnic to find out if Fenris is still into me”

“What?”

“You told me they hang out a lot! And I can’t just ask him that myself so I need you to find out for me Please? I really need you to return the favour here!”

I think this would be an absolutely hilarious interpretation of canon events and a really funny and sweet dynamic between the four of them. The rest of the Hawke flock could joke about them going on double dates lmao

TLDR: Donnic and Fenris are canonically really good friends and this should be acknowledged more in fics and stuff

(Fenris and Aveline are also good friends fyi but that’s for a different post. As well as something I have actually seen a couple of people talk about on here so yeah another time)

#da2 #dragon age aveline #dragon age 2 #dragon age fenris #da2 aveline #da2 fenris #da2 donnic #fenris #aveline vallen #donnic hendyr #he doesn’t have a tag lmao I didn’t expect him to but still lol #fenris x hawke #fenhawke

[dirtybg3confessions]

Here's another very minor character I'd do unspeakable things to/with: Brother Donnic. The cook at the Open Hand Temple. He's got those cherubic blond curls, hazel-gold eyes, and skin like autumn, what else am I supposed to do BUT suck his dick? I dunno if he's actually ordained, but even if he is, I'd love to make him a /lay/brother in the word's most literal sense. After so long aiding and feeding the refugees from practically nothing, the LEAST he deserves is some good head.

#Dirty Confession #Baldurs Gate #BG3 #BG3 Brother Donnic

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Sighhh the long road would be such a fun silly quest if it wasn't her Actual Main Important Quest

#such a waste of a character quest fr #you see her being insecure and u get some silly/friendly bonding with hawke when you do help her #but come ON #what do you MEAN she a) doesnt get with donnic if you dont do it and b) she will become bitter when she doesnt get the man #what do you MEAN her main quest isnt about her position or morality or loyalty instead #way to make everything about her love interest instead of yknow. about herself and her role in the story? and the Themes? #but ive ranted about this already so imma stop here fdsfsdf #laya plays dragon age #da2

[couslande]

post-donnic/aveline divorce is sooo funny because you know everyone hangs out with donnic instead of aveline now.

#they're all playing cards with donnic then aveline shows up and suddenly fenris cant open the door more than a few inches #and they're all really busy sorry :/ #text

[perlen-gold]

A thousand thanks once again to my dear friend @cleverblackcat​ 💗 for tagging me!

It’s already past midnight (again) so not tagging anyone else this time  😆

All of a sudden, Fenris stands.

Merrill and Donnic slightly back away from him.

At his ravaged features they stare.

„Where?“

He means to shout but his throat is only the inept rasping of leaves in a breeze, his chest blasted wide.

„We … we do not know, Fenris,“ Merrill whispers; her small face is white as a burial shroud.

Aveline steps toward him. Her face is gray, bloodless. 

Wet.

Light green eyes sharp with tears .

Donnic tries again, standing next to him. „Listen, Fenris …“

Aveline looks at Fenris‘ contorted face. His convulsed features which she has known for so long. Almost appalled.

He staggers.

A deep, abyssal rumble like a beast’s growl forces itself out from someplace chasm-deep within him. 

„Where?“ he repeats.

His voice has never sounded this low. It glints with the crimson stains in his hair from his fingertips. Each trembling breath a shudder.

 Avelines eyes meet her husband’s only in a split second.

There is something in those light green eyes he can understand but not see anymore.

„No one,“ huskily, Aveline speaks, pale determination marring on her face, „knows for sure where they – “

A vicious, fierce electric blue rage comes and he nearly draws his sword. „Where?“

Aveline takes a step back. He has never seen her do anything like it, in all their years.

But out of the corner of his eye he sees the scribble in the bottom left corner on the letter in Merril’s shaking hand.

His sword in his hand.

They dare not follow him.

His sword in his hand.

Murder in his wild heart.

(Excerpt from ‘Pyre’)

#Fenris #Aveline #aveline vallen #Donnic #Merrill #Fenhawke #dragon age #dragon age 2 #dragon age II #da II #da 2 #dragon age: inquisition #wip wednesday #my writing #you really don't have to read this #good night!

[anneapocalypse]

Hmm. Do you think that Aveline and Donnic never get together, that Donnic and Fenris still become friends and have weekly game nights?

#fenris #donnic hendyr #i want to believe #dragon age problems

[mrgabel]

And you surely are interested in some close ups ;)

#dragon age #dragon age fanzine #love across thedas #josephine montilyet #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #isabela #merrill #aveline vallen #donnic hendyr #anders #mhawke #usw usf