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//Hey guys, I drew my inquisitor. He’s a cranky baby and I may or may not make a blog for him because I’d really enjoy playing him, I think.

character sheet is under the cut for those who are interested!

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We can never do the right thing as long as we are out to please someone else.

Alice Miller (via fyp-psychology)

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Tagged By: @griffonofkirkwall​

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people ). Aside from that, please REPOST instead of reblogging.

My warden (Cousland) and inquisitor (Lavellan), I might actually make a blog for one of these boys, idk

Loghain Mac Tir (I have a blog for him but I’m revamping the shit out of it)

Carver Hawke (mainly inquisitor!Carver because I REALLY LIKE THAT AU)

Nathaniel Howe

Duncan (another blog that I have that needs serious touch ups if I ever go back to it )

Probably some more ocs idk, if you want me to talk your ear off, ask about my ocs.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to! ^^

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                [ @morefirethanthesun liked this for a starter ]

Life in the circle had never been what Garrett had wanted. Of course, the same could be said for plenty of the people here. There where those who had adjusted and found contentment in their lot in life, but Garrett Hawke had never been the type. Since the day he had been dragged to Kinloch Hold, the only joy he had ever found was in using his talent for force magic to trip some of the templars in the hallways. The few times he had been caught, he, like the petulant child he had been, had insisted that it was an accident. Of course, that didn’t always save him from punishment, but it worked well enough.

However, now that he was older, the fun had long gone stale. All he could think of now was the family he had been taken from. Were they still in Lothering? Was that boy on the next farm still picking on Bethany? Was Carver still picking fights with him for it? Were they alright? Would he ever see them again?

It had been years since he had left Lothering. He still remembered it, right down to the time. Around midday, he and Bethany had been outside, behind their farmhouse, sure they were safe from the eyes of the local Templars as his little sister showed him a new trick she had learned; shooting colored sparks from her fingertips. Just a bit of harmless fun, but the Chantry would never see it that way.

So, when one of Beth’s spark streams flew a little too high, Garrett knew they wouldn’t have much time before one of the Chantry’s knights came to investigate. Hell, he could still hear the sound of the Templar approaching, see the sunlight from high above glinting off his plate armor and the fear in his little sister’s eyes. He didn’t even have to think to know what he had to do. He took credit for the sparks, confessed to being a mage and allowed himself to be taken away from his home. What else could he have done? Protecting his younger siblings was his priority, no matter what, so to the circle he had gone.

And there he had stayed for years, feeling as though this imprisonment would never end, and for what? Just because of how he had been born? He knew that some mages needed help controlling their powers and some thought themselves better than the average human. But Hawke didn’t want to be better, just equal. He just wanted to go back to his family and their farm and not have to fear being locked up just for existing.

Once the news of an approaching blight had reached the circle tower, Garrett’s desperation to escape only strengthened. It was for this reason, perhaps, that he had taken to conspiring with one of the other circle mages. One that had, unsuccessfully, attempted to escape many times. Perhaps, if he and Anders worked together, they’d finally reach their goal instead of ending up locked in solitary confinement, again.

All they needed was opportunity and a solid plan...then a way to reach and destroy their phylacteries. There was also the question of where either of them would go afterwards, but first things first and all that.

“Hello, there,” He said jovially, putting on his best smile as he spotted the sandy-haired escapist not too far away and approached. “Lovely day, isn’t it? Very grey and windowless and all that.” His sarcasm was as evident as always as he gestured around at the gloomy interior of the tower.

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the chantry be like

“gosh what a beautiful day to help orphans n widows n minister to the sick and the needy and – *trips* *eleven Exalted Marches spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i - *slips on seventeen Circle Tower annulments* f u ck no that’s not mine i - *displacement of the Dalish, massacre of various fringe religions, forced conversions and mass imprisonments fall out of pockets* hang on a sec jUst LISTEN”

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“We’re all going to hell. Might as well enjoy the ride.”

                                                                  @griffonofkirkwall

Supernatural Sentence Starters= [ Accepting ]

                 “That’s the spirit. Naturally, everything fun results in eternal damnation. Hell seems more my style anyway. The Maker is just a bit too self important for my taste.”

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Supernatural Sentence Starters

“I wish i couldn’t feel a damn thing.” “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” “I think i’m adorable” “I lost my shoe” “I’m sorry i haven’t hung up the “Hang in there” kitty poster yet, ____” “Please accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity” “Kids ain’t supposed to be grateful! They’re suppose to eat your food, break your heart!” “And you’re… well, i’m sure you have a wonderful personality, dear.” “Dude, you fugly.” “I found a liquor store, and i drank it.” “You fudgin’ touch me again i’ll fudgin’ kill you!” “I’m not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.” “You better take care of that car or i swear i’ll haunt your ass!” “No one in the history of torture’s been tortured with the torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with.” “Not you, or me. ____ of course is an abomination. We’ll just have to find someone else.” “Dude. You’re not gonna poke her with a stick!” “___, we’ve talked about this. Personal space?” “We’re all going to hell. Might as well enjoy the ride.” “I’m the oldest which means i’m always right.” “You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. And i still believe that’s something worth fighting for.” “Hey, assbutt!” “I swear the next person who ask’s me if i’m okay, i’m going to start throwing punches.” “Well boohoo, I’m sorry your feelings are hurt, Princess.” “__, you’re my brother, and i love you, but you’re a great big bag of dicks.” “Let me tell you, whoever said ___ was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands.” “I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!”

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New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

Lao Tzu (via fyp-philosophy)

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Darling, you try to save everyone. But when the time comes, who’s there to catch your fall?

wayfaring-words (via wnq-writers)

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

indiemitchell:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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Sass Starters!

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” 

“Excuse you?” 

“I could do that, but “could” doesn’t mean would.” 

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I don’t give.” 

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?” 

“Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.” 

“Fill a cup with your tears so I can drink them. Gotta keep hydrated.” 

“I’m sorry, was I talking to you? The answer is no.” 

“You couldn’t train a rock, much less a pet.” 

“You couldn’t land a hit on a mountain.”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime, brat?” 

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“What are you champion of when you can’t protect anything?”

Independent Mage!Garrett Hawke

Mun is over 20, NSFW content abounds

Crossover friendly

Multiverse and Multiship

10+ years or roleplay experience, 3 on Tumblr.

Will do threads in the time frame of any of the Dragon Age games or their DLCs.

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"Is it fate or chance? I can never decide." Marian’s version

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-STARTER CALL-

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i’m just a holy fool, oh baby it’s so cruel

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You struggle….again and again. And then one day, you triumph.

Kate Grace (via wordsnquotes)

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So, um...I’m not dead!

//Hello, whoever has stuck around. It is my pleasure to say that I have returned to this blog after like, a year, and for that absence, I am so, so sorry. A lot has happened in my life lately and it was not my intention to abandon this, I simply needed a long break from tumblr. I’m sad to say that that break was longer than intended.

HOWEVER, I’m back, and with me I have brought my own brand of Hawke back from the dead, no blood magic involved, I swear, and hope to be as active as I once was.

Now, I have two options, I can archive this blog and start a completely fresh page with none of my old stuff clogging it up, OR I can be lazy and keep everything right where it is and use this as a jumping off point.

Before I decide, however, I would like to know if the people who still have me on their dashes remember me because I have missed everyone very much and would love to talk to you again ^^ So, if you feel inclined, shoot me a message or like this post and I will shoot one to you!