i tried and therefore no one should criticize me
that country Hawke girl walking around with no hat! No gloves! The impropriety!
also she’s taller than Fenris because she wears shoooooooes
SHUT UP WITH THAT TOP HAT AND THOSE COLLARS
GOD BIANCA HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME
WHO EVEN GAVE YOU THE RIGHT
*shrieks*
It’s more upsetting if you look at it with ThiS haHAA little brother is always a little brother, no matter how times change, or how wounds don’t change.
No matter how much more the soles of the feet ache. No matter the new holes in old boots. No matter the distance between scrapes and scars, between home and tomorrow. No matter the depth—from the shallows to far, far below the surface. From the ripples to the darkest spots of shame, hot cheeks and pink ears and a scowl like a mabari mid-snarl.
Just not as fierce. Go on, then. Run along.
From the wooden shield to the practice sword to the heavy blade, the chips along the shaft like the chips carried on a broad shoulder. From a squalling baby, half-formed like unbaked dough, to a strapping lad, they forge themselves, but somehow allow themselves to be forged.
If only they were always so strong.
From the bloody nose and the stubborn, short shadow to the sullen shrug.
From the time Hawke held him to the chest and shielded him from the sun to the moment it first occurred to Carver Hawke, blinking his eyes straight into the light, that the lullaby meant someone else must’ve thought he was little. Small. Young.
When you were a boy, Hawke thinks, just a baby bird, you might’ve been mad at me for being older, but at least you looked up to me.
Well, if only because you had to.
A little brother is always a little brother. Bloody knees and bloody noses. Bruised knuckles and tiny fists. Never a match for the bullies or the butchers. Never one to step in any footsteps other than his own. Which leaves a narrow path, doesn’t it?
Well then. It’s no wonder he’s been so cranky for so long.
Holy crap, a Dragon Age ficlet from Flutie? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?
Just playing around with these two adorable lugnuts, trying to indulge some nostalgic feels and get a sense for their voices again. A sequel, of sorts, to this, an AU college!verse in which Merrill’s a science and public policy major,Carver’s an undeclared science major, and Marian’s the physics genius who’d wise-cracked her way into a 4.0. Enjoy!
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Unlike Marian, who’d scored a full-ride scholarship to U of Kirkwall, of course, Carver has had to bust his ass to pay for school. He keeps a couple part-time jobs: one slinging burgers at Meeran’s, another slinging lasers and spectrometers in the physics department stock room. They don’t usually give those jobs to kids outside the department, but in his interview Carver had apparently impressed the supervisor by knowing the difference between a lathe and a table saw, as if the distinction were some ancient Mayan secret, forever lost to the ages. Of course, to most of these spoiled rich kids, it probably is. But with a famous physicist for a father, Carver had seen his fair share of power tools and soldering irons, and he probably knows more about lab equipment than most of the professors. Those boneheads wouldn’t know their ass from an optical mount. No wonder Athenril hired him.
Of course it had nothing to do, nothing at all, with that one time Marian walked into Meeran’s, wrinkled her nose at Carver’s paper hat, and proceeded to blather on (and on, and on) about how for her baby brother’s sake, she might be able to pull a few strings with her department head.
Stupid Marian. Always helping, always having to be the center of the damn universe. Maker save him from his older sister’s help.
Anonymous Asks:
flutiebear Said:
I’d say probably an aggro, pro-Templar Hawke would classify as a Dictator archetype. A few of the more typical characteristics of this personality include:
- An obsession to control, dictate and rule over others — someone who thinks fear is more powerful than love
- Judgmental and a harsh, unforgiving wielder of justice (and justice is whatever he/she says it is)
- Creates meaningless rules and laws just to have something to lord over his or her compatriots
- Places no value on family responsibility or duty. Often absent from family life. Does whatever the hell he/she wants without regard to siblings or parents
You get the point. She’d be arrogant and painfully hypocritical, considering that a Mage Marian still hails from a magical background, and there’s a certain kind of marvelous tragedy about it all, but augh, what a punch to the gut it would be, right?
Personally, I see Anders as a cross between the Messiah/Punisher and The Artist/Abuser archetypes, which when paired with a Dictator would inevitably lead to a rivalmance (quite a dramatic one, in fact).
As far as Fenris goes, he’s probably a a Protector/Gladiator type, and he’d naturally gravitate to a Dictator as someone to protect (hence the friendmance). He’d probably struggle a lot more with a Diplo!Hawke (who probably more closely fits the Nurturer or King archetype than the Dictator).
“I can’t do this any more. What will people think?” A warm chuckle drifts down from him like little charred bits of silk.
Marian lifts her head from the pile of hides and dingy, embroidered sheets and gives the dwarf a wink. Because she knows it will get him every time.
“They will think…
AUGH. I LOVE THIS. My heart just grew like four sizes.
Reblog forever and ever and ever.
Wait… why are neither of them wearing a shirt? or a tunic? or maybe even some chainmail?
And why is Marian not wearing pants?
Sorry, bb:
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Someone gif it for me, please.
I prefer m!Hawke’s rump myself, but I admit: She really is a masterpiece. It’s entrancing. Like the roll of the ocean, or a lava lamp. A really hot lava lamp.
And the best part is: I think a friendmanced!Garrett knows.
I think he knows that he will always be subordinate to Anders’s cause. And he doesn’t care. He’ll take what he can get. Because he’s that desperate to be needed, that desperate to be loved—the kind of desperation…
A fascinating alternative take on Hawke’s motivation. I love the parallel you draw to Wesley and Aveline — that’s the one relationship in the game I wish we could know more about. (OMG you don’t think that some of the “Aveline specific” Mark of the Assassin content might… no… no wayy…but it could… no way; they wouldn’t… would they…?)
Anyway, thanks for sharing!
In ten years, a hundred years, we will look back on the day that Marian Hawke was created and think, “Fuck, humanity really outdid itself that day.”
I can’t tell whether I want to be her or bed her. And I’m straight as a 2x4.
/*swoon*
What I love best about the Armor of the Champion is that it combines touches from all the Companion armors — Fenris’s weird gauntlets, Anders’s pauldrons, Bethany’s chainmail, Aveline’s guard plate, Varric’s gloves. The leather matches Carver’s jerkin, the blood tattoo suggests Merrill’s vallasin. I like to think it’s a visual reminder that Varric may be liberally salting Hawke’s personality and heroics by borrowing from those around her. But maybe I’m reading too much into it.
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