#ANYWAY I HATE AVELINE

[galpalaven]

thinkin about how fucking immediately feral tabris would have been had she been the one in Kirkwall when it's revealed that the two elves hiding from Aveline were only killers because she'd done nothing about the assault of their sister

surana is feral too but not on the same level that tabris would have been fjkdlsfj it would have been a beat of staring at her before she'd have had a blade between aveline's ribs fjkdsl

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

I said I wasn't going to get started on the topic of Aveline ruining Carver's chances with the guard but I lied okay, it's Carver Hawke defense hours.

Here's the thing; it doesn't matter if you believe Carver was or wasn't fit for the guard. That's a different debate that I'll get to. What matters is Aveline's in no position to tell the guard not to accept his application. Why does she think that's her right to judge whether or not he's fit?

Carver should've had the chance to prove himself one way or another. If it turns out he's not a good fit, then let him fail. Let him learn from it.

"Oh but failure could mean lost lives-"

Aveline doesn't get to talk shit about failure and the people. Plenty have died on her watch yet she still believes she's a good guard and Guard-Captain.

"maybe Aveline's protecting him, Carver could die while on patrol-"

Carver could die working in the Bone Pit, or serving as a templar, or when he's running around with Hawke. Carver could trip and fall down a set of stairs and die. In fact, he can die in the Deep Roads, somewhere he wouldn't have to go if the Hawke's weren't desperate.

Either Carver fails as a guard, or more likely, he succeeds and proves himself worthy of it.

But let's be real, Carver probably kept getting rejected due to being a Fereldan with a past of smuggling/mercenary work and Aveline only reaffirmed the decision, either because they asked her what she thought or she stuck her nose in unprompted.

But what irritates me is that she admits to telling them not to accept his application, and then has the balls to call Carver too proud to take up a trade or find another line of work.

Carver tells her, "And who would take on a Fereldan apprentice? Maybe in another year I could work my way up to pissboy." He has a good point here. Aside from the guard, the only other place Carver could work and use his skillset is with the Templars. Or go back to mercenary/smuggling work.

And Aveline doesn't even have a real answer for him. No suggestions, no encouragement, nothing. Just "Fine, let's crawl down some holes. Good bloody luck for your sake."

Also, if you do the Mark of the Assassin DLC in Act 1-

Aveline: You should see if any of the noblemen are looking for new men-at-arms. Carver: Are you trying to get rid of me? Aveline: It's a role with some autonomy. A good fit with your training and... tendencies. Carver: After serving King Cailan? You want me to suffer some poncy git who needs two servants to wipe his own ass? I'll find my own way, thanks. Aveline: I wish you would.

You wish he would?? Aveline, he was trying to find his way into the guard, a position he'd make a good fit for, and you helped deny him of it because YOU didn't think he would be good enough, I just-

If I haven't made it clear yet, I firmly believe that Carver would've made a great guard. He wants to help people, to be a protector. He's loyal, and despite what Aveline claims, he can follow orders and take his duty seriously. We see him do incredibly well with the Grey Wardens, after all. If he were a guard, he wouldn't have to go down into the Deep Roads with Hawke, and I think he would've been okay with that! He's so hurt and bitter when you leave him behind because that effectively tells him, "I don't need you." Carver's spent the whole first act telling you he wants to go on the expedition aka that he wants to be needed.

But if he were a guard, he would be needed elsewhere. He'd be in training as a recruit. He'd look after Leandra while you go. He wouldn't be backed into a corner with no income and only the templars left as his chance at forging his own path and providing for his family.

He doesn't get that opportunity, though.

By the way, if he becomes a warden, you can get this banter:

Aveline: I'm glad you found a place with the Wardens. Carver: Well, it's not the city guard, but it'll do. Aveline: Carver... it wasn't the place for you. Carver: No, it's all right. It is. It cost a lot, but I get it. I really was a bit of a tit those days, wasn't I? Aveline: Well...

This banter makes me want to scream.

Aveline's just... she's so insistent that she's right. She's someone who will double down rather than entertain the idea that she's wrong and it's not just with Carver and the guard, it's with everything. The "my beef with Aveline" list gets longer and longer every time I replay da2, I swear.

Say what you will about Carver, whether you think he would've been a good fit or if Aveline's right and it wasn't for him, he was denied a chance and it cost him so much in the end. He either dies, or he joins the templars where he deals with Chantry's bullshit trying to brainwash him with "mages aren't people" and "magic is a cancer in this world", or he's infected with the blight and becomes a Grey Warden, forced to serve the rest of his life fighting darkspawn, tormented by voices and nightmares.

I will never not be bitter about this.

[mothbug]

trying to make avie more exaggerated. also she can be a dragon thing now just for fun ft the ugliest cat i’ve ever drawn

[tuxedo-rabbit]

Wild that one of the rumors Charade has heard about Simon is that he's sleeping with Aveline.

Where did the come from? Is that why Thrask kidnapped Aveline? Is this like, a common misunderstanding about them??

Wild.

[kirkwallsquad]

favorite da2 battle lines in no particular order

i'm listening to a compilation by danaduchy on youtube rn so

literally every fenris line bcs everyone else is YELLING and he's just speaking in his regular quiet-ish voice. king what are you saying i can't HEAR YOU

except for when hawke goes down. THEN he's loudly upset.

"hawke's down! time to panic!" (isabela)

"the tame elf is down" (varric - what the fuck omg don't call fenris that)

"your pet elf has fallen" (carver - WHAT THE FUCK OMG DON'T CALL FENRIS THAT)

"that moody mage is down" (aveline)

"ugh, can someone pick up fenris please?" (merrill)

"isabela's on the ground... appropriately" (aveline - HELLO?!?!?!?)

"merrill! oh, blood mages are so dramatic" (isabela)

"aveline has fallen?" (fenris - why is this a question babe)

"they got whatshisname, the mage" (varric - i continue to believe he doesn't know anders' name until act 3)

"the dwarf has dropped a few more feet" (sebastian)

"dear varric, please learn to parry. love, your innards" (varric)

"do you have something for this, because it hurts" (carver)

"even my teeth hurt" (anders)

"i've got so many bruises now they've got names and families" (merrill)

"ugh, i have dirt in my mouth" (sebastian)

"you're going to let me walk around injured?" (carver)

"being close to death is very bad for my morale" (isabela)

sebastian describes his wounds as "oozing" or "seeping" more than once

"i know dalish are meant to be close to the earth, but we don't mean literally" (merrill)

"i'm alright, who needs kidneys anyway" (isabela)

"hawke. varric. i think this is bad." (merrill)

"stop being you and fix me up" (carver - BABY. BABY BROTHER.)

"that really gets the blood flowing" but also "i will fight and pray for forgiveness later" but also "this is much more exciting than the chantry!" (sebastian - what is wrong with you <3)

"my face is not a shield!" (hawke)

"and they say drinking doesn't solve anything" (isabela)

"haawke i can't mooove" (sebastian)

"i'm too far away, what do you want me to do? shout at them?" (isabela)

"i'd have to fly to reach! of course, i've always wanted to learn to fly" (merrill - she's literally the funniest person ever)

"alas, no" (fenris)

"my faith is my armor! my cause is my shield!" (sebastian)

"if we kill them, we get their stuff!" (isabela)

"andraste's knees, it's like herding cats!" (isabela)

"AFRAID YET?!" (anders)

"RUN! WHILE YOU CAN!" (anders - he's so loud i love him)

"another one for me! how many have you gotten, hawke?" (varric)

"ah. a shame that you're going to die, no?" (fenris)

"you. me. and an audience. that's what this is all about!" (carver)

"may the creators have mercy on you! i certainly won't." (merrill)

"destructive forces of nature, coming up!" (anders)

"suck on a fireball!" (anders)

"NEVER TAUNT A MAGE!!!" (anders)

"a thrust, now a parry" (fenris)

"i'm gonna taunt you in elvish now! durgen'len! aravel! vallaslin!" (merrill)

"hello, i'm merrill, and i'll be your distraction." (merrill)

"I'LL SHOW YOU WHY MAGES ARE FEARED!!!" (anders)

"maker please forgive your children" followed immediately by "DID YOU SEE THAT SHOT" (sebastian)

"WANT TO SEE WHAT'S UNDER THESE ROBES?!?!?!" (anders)

"I'M RIGHT HERE! HIT ME!" (isabela)

"maker, the idiocy" (bethany)

"MAKER BLESS YOUR CHILDREN IN THEIR HOUR OF NEEEED" (sebastian)

"my weapon does nothing??" (fenris - he sounds so puzzled help)

"this is SO not working" (anders)

"if the pointy sticks don't work, try the other pointy sticks" (isabela)

"ah, dear. why doesn't anyone ever want to be nice to us?" (merrill)

"is there an end to the people who hate you?" (aveline)

"looks like we've got a few more puppies to kick" (isabela - HELLO?!?)

"take a step, kill, repeat repeat repeat" (carver)

"the hate you inspire is unfortunate" (fenris)

"another twenty steps, another batch of deaths" (anders)

"nobody seems to like you. do you get used to that?" (merrill - ouch. brutal hskfjhgksdjfhg)

"i can't take credit for all of this. hawke helped a little bit" (isabela)

[vlaakithstits]

To clarify: Which character here most deserves the hate they get from fans?

I gave 3 choices of the most hated characters from each game. (I know Cullen is from all of them but in Inquisition he's not nearly the side character he was in the first two games, so he counts for this poll.)

PLEASE don't start fights in my notifs I beg you, have a heart. It's all made up anyway.

[bunabi]

i agree not being able to roleplay a total asshole kinda sucks... not because i want to play that. i never do actually. but it feels good when to be good is a choice. when you don't have to be nice to everyone and help everyone, but you do all that anyway. even when evil routes don't work all that well it's nice to have them for the illusion of this choice alone imo

Real

It's also nice to have the option for some extra character specificity. You want a Hawke who doesn't like kids: steal from that child in the docks. You want a Hawke who's anti-authority: beef with Aveline. You want a Hawke who hates slavers with a passion: here's a knife. Same with the Warden.

There are players who choose evil options on a case-by-case basis, just like there are players who choose the 'best' possible outcome for every quest or always click the sarcastic response. It's that you could have these different approaches that made the games unique. <3

Sad to see it gone from DAV, but still interested in the game overall. Even if it's not a choice-driven RPG in the same spirit of my favorite entries I'm still curious about it. And I miss running around Thedas.

[yffresbeard]

Desperate

I'm not writing DA2 fic in 2024, I promise. [I am, I'm playing the games for the first time before Veilguard and I've become enamored with a blond wet cat of a man.]

F!Hawke x Anders hurt-ish comfort-ish angst-ish in which Hawke will do anything, anything at all, if it means Anders does not die like the rest of her family has. 795 words.

“Stop that.” It wasn't supposed to come out so harshly, but the ring of it echoed in the estate for a moment or two before dying out. She'd only meant it to be a quiet admonishing, really - a gentle scold. Instead it was far more how she felt, far more desperate and vulnerable than she was comfortable showing.

He flinched, but reached to lay a hand on her shoulder all the same. “Stop what, my love?”

“Stop talking to me like you're already dead, Anders.” She cursed the waver in her voice. Siannon preferred her reputation for stoicism. Like her father. She wouldn't let on how fragile that façade was. Couldn't.

The mage made several false starts in an attempt to reply. Deny that he'd been doing so? A lie. Insist he wouldn't die? A promise he could not keep. Beg forgiveness? A possibility. “I'm sorry, Siannon.” Nothing beyond. He couldn't promise her not to do it again, either. He was dead the moment he'd asked her to distract the Grand Cleric. It was easier to think himself a ghost than a man.

Anders watched her set her teeth, clench her fists tight at her side, screw her eyes shut. Holding back what must've been a torrent. “I will not lose any more family.” That echoed, too, through the empty estate. “You're lying to me, and I don't understand why, and I trust you anyway. But I refuse to lose you.”

“Siannon, I'm only trying to protect your reputation-”

“I don't care about my reputation! We weren't nobility in Fereldan and we were happier for it! I don't care about being Champion of Kirkwall; this city has done nothing but take everyone I love from me.” She moved to grip the banister, glad that Bodan and Sandal had left to replenish the larder. “This estate is an empty shell. My brother and mother are dead, my sister hates me, and like as not I will never see her again. All because I couldn't protect them.” She despised the raising pitch of her voice, the frenetic beating of her heart, the sobs she was choking back. Siannon took a swallow of air, like she was drowning, and used her considerable strength to crush herself against Anders’ chest, like she could prevent his disappearance if she only held him close enough. Only then did a few errant tears squeeze past her lashes, lost in the black of his robes.

He returned the crush of her embrace more gently, smoothing her inky black crop of hair, breathing the scent of soap and sweat deeply. Grounding. Alive, if only for now. “You deserve more than I could give you,” he managed to whisper.

It wasn't a new argument, one she'd parried time and again with memories of her father, her family's life in Fereldan - frought, difficult, but happy - as proof that it was possible. It never changed his mind that she deserved the very best of the world, but it did give him pause now and again.

She only tightened her grasp around his waist. “I don't care what you think I deserve. The only life I want - the only life I will accept,” she stressed, “is one with you in it. And I'd burn Kirkwall to the ground if I had to.”

“Siannon, you love the others - Varric, Aveline, Isabela, everyone - too much to let them be hurt.” He couldn't bring himself to say it, but he thought of Fenris, too, for all the bile that rose in his throat. “I know you, my love - you'd die to protect any of us.”

She nodded against his chest, pressing her face deep into the feathers before pulling away to look him in the eyes, still holding him as close as she could. “You're right. I would do whatever I could to make sure everyone was safe. But if I had to, if I had no other options, if it was the only way?” She took a steadying breath, willing him to understand. “I would trade each and every one of them for you.” It was a thought she'd never given voice to, shook away when it reared up. But it was true. She'd always known it. Anders blinked dumbly, eyes wide.

“You told me once you'd drown us both in an ocean of blood to protect me, do you remember? I'd do the same damn thing for you. I will not lose you, Anders. Not to the Chantry, not to the Circle, not to Justice and certainly not to you. I refuse.” The way she said it, the conviction in her trembling voice - it nearly made him believe it was possible. She'd always managed impossible things, somehow. For a few brief, golden moments, Anders allowed himself to live again.

[honeycollectswhump]

All That Matters

[masterlist]

prepare for very silly and self-indulgent 1800 words of comf... with some slight alluding to ava's past :D this is a callback (call-forward??) to Warmth! they cuddle so often that he instinctually remembers it post-recapture

CW: drunkeness, past pet whump (implied)

“Attie, wake up. We're home.” Aveline calls over her shoulder, while Atlas just grunts, his face sleepily mushed against the window of her car. 

After a moment, he stirs, leaning away from the window and looking around to search for her. It takes a while for his eyes –half-lidded and hazy– to focus on her, but he visibly relaxes as soon as they do.

It’s not far from her car to the front door, but the distance barely matters with Atlas’ state. Plus afterwards, they’ll still have to conquer the stairs, and Aveline can only hope that everything goes smoothly, that there is no accident, hope that she is prepared for an accident, and–

She stops that mental list from spiralling further. She doesn’t need to worry about accidents, everything is fine. 

Instead, she heaves Atlas out of the car, putting one arm around his waist to stabilise him and begging to God that he will at least try to help with the walking. In comparison to her Attie, she has always been small, and that has rarely ever helped her.

His head immediately lolls to the side, resting on top of hers, and Atlas sighs deeply, almost sinking into her embrace. It’s awkward, the way his hefty frame bends and leans on her like a puppet with its strings cut.

Carefully, Aveline directs and announces every step for him to follow as he clumsily tries to get his legs to cooperate. Despite what she considers his best efforts, Atlas nearly pulls them both down multiple times. Her never-aching bruises serve as enough proof for the frequency, and Aveline would really prefer to avoid more of those.

No amount of covering is able to hide freshly forming bruises from Atlas, who has spent enough of his lifetime receiving them. And without fail, seeing them would drive him near tears and to endless apologies for pain he wouldn’t be able to cause even if he wanted to.

Finally, they reach the front door of her cosy home, which Atlas has also made his. Aveline is already out of breath and rests Atlas against the wall to get her keys out. Immediately, he slides down in a fit of nonsensical giggles.

It’s warm inside, thankfully. Aveline can still feel the chill on her skin from Atlas’ freezing touch. He had been lying in the grass for God knows how long, drunk and left alone by his so-called friends. Or maybe it was his own foolish decision to go home alone, even though he knows how dangerous that is and she just cannot understand why he’d do it anyways!

She takes Atlas’ hands to pull him up again and he looks at her, confusion creasing his brows again, even though he can barely keep his eyes open.

“Wha…what ‘m I”, Atlas pauses as if willing his tongue to form the words, “doin’ ‘ere?” 

She hates this, she really does. But it doesn’t matter.

“You’re home.” Aveline sighs. “It’s like four in the fucking morning and you called me.” She stops herself. “No, forget that. It’s good that you called me. The rest doesn’t matter, let’s just get inside, please.”

“M’kay”, he slurs, his eyes closed. 

For a second Aveline thinks he will fall asleep right then and there, but then he gets on his hands and knees and starts crawling inside. Still, he is swaying heavily and crashes into the doorway at one point, when she offers him help. 

“I can… I can do… this! Bes–besides, I’m used…”, Atlas swallows thickly, “I… know this.”

Something about that makes her sleep-addled brain feel… off?

Aveline closes the door behind him, taking in a deep breath. Now that she is surrounded by the welcoming warmth of her home again, her exhaustion comes back crashing in, and she is barely able to stifle a yawn. 

Atlas is already losing the battle against his shoelaces, with clumsy fingers grabbing at nothing. His head keeps falling forward like it weighs too much for him to hold up and he is blinking repeatedly, as if that would clear his blurry vision. Only with her help is he able to free himself. 

“You think you can make it upstairs, big guy?” Aveline asks, laying one hand against his cheek to stabilize him. Almost instinctively, Atlas leans into her touch. His body follows, slumping heavily against her.

Sometimes, it confuses her how such an imposing guy can make himself so small, when he curls up against her, seeming to chase any warmth possible.

The thought makes her heart ache and she wraps Atlas in a one-armed hug, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. 

Her Attie. 

He lets his head drop against her chest, as she plays with his hair. It’s the closest thing to “petting” him that she will do and it calms him quickly. It usually does. 

Against her touch, Atlas’ breathing starts to even out, his eyes slipping shut. It’s as good as any sign that it’s now or never to get him into bed. Aveline can just barely manage the task of moving him when he can stumble along. It becomes all but impossible when he is fully asleep.

With a smile on her lips, she nudges him a couple of times, until he blearily opens his hazy eyes again, making a confused noise that disappears into a hiccup.

“Come on, Attie. Up you go.” With that, she hoists him up again, slinging one of his arms over her shoulder, holding it tight with her own. Atlas overcorrects, throwing their fickle balance off-centre sending them stumbling into the nearest wall and Aveline prays to God that it won’t leave any unfortunate bruises this time.

Atlas braces himself against the wall and it takes her a moment to find a more secure position with her other arm wrapped around his waist before she continues their journey up the stairs. Sometimes, Aveline wonders if Atlas even guesses at the worry this brings her every time. 

What if they fall down? What if she slips and sends him tumbling down the stairs? What if anything happens and he breaks something or ends up with a concussion or hypothermia if she can’t get to him fast enough? What the hell is she supposed to do when she can’t even bring him to a fucking hospital?! 

Doesn’t matter. Stop.

This Atlas, the one that is not in her thoughts, dying hundreds of frightening deaths she couldn’t prevent, seems completely oblivious, babbling on about what Aveline assumes is a drinking game they played. However, she is pretty sure he is mixing up at least two if not three different games and frankly, he is not explaining them well. 

When they reach the top Aveline is panting with exhaustion. Atlas is already quite hefty and it doesn’t help that he is as good as dead weight in her arms, his legs just barely cooperating. 

She tries to steer him into his room, the old floorboards creaking under their feet, but Atlas resists, shaking his head vehemently.  

“No… no, please… I don’ wanna… no”. 

Oh. Right. 

Even blackout drunk, Atlas is eerily good at begging, the words sounding too desperate to fit the playful lilt of his voice. The reminder makes her stomach drop. 

He stumbles out of her grasp and away from his room as if he can’t stand the sight of it. He barely makes it down the hall, clinging to her doorframe after just a couple of unsteady steps.

“Atlas, what…? What are you doing?”

Atlas, her dear Attie, flinches so hard he tumbles back onto the floor, lowering his head and fixing his gaze on the ground.

“‘M sorry. I wanna sleep… wanna sleep here. ‘M sorry. Please?” 

It breaks her heart, the way he avoids her eyes. Even without seeing it directly, she knows there are tears in his. It feels twisted to hope that he hides them from some sense of embarrassment, but it’s better than the fear that tears are forbidden.

“Please, Ava… I don’ wanna be ‘lone.” Atlas pleads, mistaking her silence for rejection. In an instant, Aveline kneels down in front of him, closing the distance he surely imagines to be greater.

She can try to pretend that she gives in just for Atlas, to calm him down in what she already knows is a too-vulnerable state. But it would only be a sad attempt at covering the truth that Aveline will already spend half of her night checking up on him, to make sure that he is still breathing. In the end, that’s the only thing that matters.

“It’s alright. Of course, you can. I won’t leave you alone, Attie, I promise.” As if the decision is any trouble for her. As if it doesn’t calm the ever-present worry gnawing at the back of her mind.

The effects are instant though. Immediately, his shoulders slump in relief and his features relax. Atlas meets her gaze with tears shining in his eyes and lets himself fall back into her embrace, squeezing her tightly. Aveline can only just catch herself before she topples over from the unexpected weight, but it’s worth it. 

It takes even more energy she hardly has anymore, but Aveline manages to lift Atlas up again, just enough to sit him down on her bed. Promptly, he flops down, somehow worming his way under her blanket despite his incoherent state.

After a moment, she changes back into her pyjamas that she left haphazardly lying on the ground after she got the call to pick Atlas up, and joins him under the warm blanket. Atlas is still in his day clothes but she has decidedly not the energy to do something about that, and much rather deposits the responsibility of cleaning onto her tomorrow-self.

In no time at all, he wraps her in a loose hug, sighing into her hair. Aveline doesn’t mind, even if his breath carries the biting scent of alcohol.

“Missed you tonight,” Atlas mumbles. “Was nice… jus’ not the same.” A sigh escapes him. “You wouldn’t… wouldn’t let it get… this bad. ’M sorry, Ava.” 

Aveline can’t bring herself to say It’s alright. It just isn’t. But he can’t change what he’s already done and she loves him anyways, always.

She pulls herself closer to her Attie, pressing her ear to his chest, right above his heart. The exasperation, the worry, the exhaustion, none of it matters if she is just able to hear his heartbeat, to feel his breath on her hair. He is alive.

Atlas is alive and that is all that matters.

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[jzargo]

"you only hate aveline because you hate WOMEN" / "you only hate aveline bcs you hate butch/gnc women" while i am sure there is some validity to this (cullen, other resident Cop™ does not get nearly the same level of hate and criticism as aveline does, and he was such a fan favorite he was brought back for 2 more games than initially planned) the fact of the matter is that unfortunately aveline is a corrupt cop. and she isn't even intentionally written that way. we can't even call her an interesting villain because she's not supposed to be a villain. she's supposed to be our best friend, she's supposed to be the Moral Backbone of the group, she's supposed to be the Mom Friend, she's supposed to be Always Right. and yet she deliberately bars carver from joining the guard (pushing him to join the Templars instead if he's left behind on the expedition), slut-shames isabela to a ridiculous and uncomfortable degree, doesn't bother investigating her guards when rape and murder allegations are brought against them, and neglects her duties so badly that hawke's mother is murdered in an entirely preventable case.

she just sucks. i'm sorry. i wanted to love her. i did love her on my first few playthroughs before i started to really look at her character, listen to her banters, and look at what she actually does within the story. she's just not written well. i'm sorry. blame lukas kristjanson.

anyways if you want a buff guardswoman who isn't corrupt and is worthy of your love and friendship, please go play Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous and meet Seelah.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

So you know this party banter between Aveline and Carver?

Aveline: I don't like some of the people you've been associating with, Carver. Carver: Talk to my brother/sister. He/She's the one in charge.

If you're on the rivalry path with Aveline, she says:

Aveline: Who says I don't mean him/her too? This city's full of people who are dead set on ending badly. I don't want to see you end up the same way.

I just- Aveline, you- you're so- hhhhnnnngggggg

I always rival Aveline when I play a mage, and if you think Edgar Aristide Hawke, who practically raised Carver and Bethany after Malcolm died and Leandra became a distant mother in her grief, wouldn't stop dead in his tracks at Aveline heavily implying he's a bad influence on his brother and Carver shouldn't hang around him so much since apparently Ed's someone set on ending badly...? Absolutely not.

This is another case of me wishing Hawke had the option to jump in during party banter with different options, because Ed would've chewed Aveline out for that.

Oh, and then there's:

Carver: Would asking you to stop spying on me help in the least? Aveline: No.

Aveline...................stop it.

[sinizade]

Nadia Hawke

Blue Hawke

Mage - Elemental / Primal / Force Mage

24 years (Beginning) // 37 years (Inquisition)

Besties: Merrill / Varric / Madame (Dog) / Anders

Friends: Sebastian / Aveline / Isabela

Nadia is nice, normally she doesn't have people she doesn't like, just friends or besties (Enemies don't count)

Romance: Fenris

Nadia had to learn from a very young age to take care of herself and her family, especially Carver and Bethany, who always seemed to be getting into trouble together. Spending so much time with such responsibility, especially after her father's death, left her with an almost maternal feeling for her brother and sister, although Leandra asked her not to and Carver constantly said that he hated it when his sister act like his mother.

The first few years she spent in Kirkwall were difficult… Losing her home, her sister, seeing her mother so sad and hopeless gave her the strength to keep working hard so that she had everything she needed to be happy again.

Her father, her sister and now her mother… Nadia had to learn to be stronger, no one would ever play with the one she loved, no one would ever hurt the one she loved… She has Fenris now and no one will ever dare try to hurt him again.

Every five seconds I'm changing the appearance of my canon Dragon Age ocs… But anyway, I used the same template the other time

[vigilskeep]

wip wednesday

tagged by @demandthedoodles !! ty uhh i didnt have much so i dug through my document for a couple of fake act 1 banters i thought were fun

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ANDERS: What’s the deal with you and Aveline, anyway?

HAWKE: The deal.

ANDERS: You know what I mean. A templar’s widow and an apostate’s brother? Not to mention that she’s the law and you’re… I don’t know. Roguish?

[VARRIC: Roguish. I’ll note that one down.]

[MERRILL: Ooh, that makes you sound exciting.]

[ISABELA: I’ll show you roguish.]

ANDERS: Most of us need the money or want the excitement. I just don’t get what she’s getting out of cracking skulls with us.

HAWKE: I don’t ask her and I don’t ask you.

ANDERS: [laughs] I don’t make it difficult to guess, do I?

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ANDERS: I suppose it’s not that hard to understand. You and Aveline met during the Blight. Nothing like killing darkspawn together for a bonding activity.

HAWKE: I cut her husband’s throat.

ANDERS: You… can’t be serious. You killed Aveline’s husband?

HAWKE: The taint killed him. I just did the ugly part.

[BETHANY: You could have led with that, you know.]

ANDERS: Ah. The taint can be cruel, though you don’t need me to tell you that. She didn’t do it herself?

HAWKE: We’d lost enough to hesitation. I didn’t give her the chance.

ANDERS: So she’s… grateful?

HAWKE: She hates me a little. Just didn’t bring anything else on the boat.

[wyvernscales]

Rather than make a post for each of my DATV thoughts, I’ve just put them all here. Spoilers for all of act 1:

Not Varric fulfilling the Duncan role this game

Why only Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain tho? Why aren’t they all out

Strife!!! He doesn’t like me :(

FREAK DARKSPAWN ARE BACK BAYBEEE

Would smash the nadas dirthalen

Well D’Meta’s crossing was gross.

Why is there a human mayor of a town in Arlathan and why does he care about Ghilannain?

A Morrigan intro that doesn’t have her saying “well, well”????????

VALTA!HARDING

Bbg I’m so confused by the crossroads I don’t like these mapsssss

TEIAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Faceless horde of identical qunari occupying a city? How original.

Caterina’s kind of a gilf ngl

Underwater level uwu

Spite’s kinda…

No! Another gilf down :(

oh? Is the oracle the same thing that valta heard???

Yeah, yeah, dangerous relics or whatever. I’ve got kitties to pet and pottery to eviscerate

LuCANIS! All this talk of coffee kisses in front of your cousin??

Why is the Butcher called the Butcher if he’s the leader of the Antaam?

Why would the qamekmaster call them human traitors if all non-qunari are bas?

You can’t seriously make me believe the Crows are a moral group fighting for justice

Governor Ivenci only referred to with gender neutral pronouns. Another nb win

And Why would the Venatori be knowingly working with elven gods??

MAEVARIS MAEVARIS MAEVARIS

I don’t care how long I have to go running around killing darkspawn to get the chest in the creepy blight tree, I’m GETTING the chest

Worth it.

Idk, I’ve always imagined the Anderfels as snowy not… cactusy

Antoine is perhaps the most French man to exist ever. Not even Orlesian, French.

Hold on, I’ve gotta explode this cactus with my body

Gloom Howler’s kinda hot

Jesus FUCK this blighted dragon

Noticing a suspicious lack of anyone responding to Varric’s existence….

MYRNAAAAAA

TAAAAASH

When Harding talks about the inquisition all I can think about is the inconsistencies? Like, why would she remember Cole if he left or remained a spirit?

EEMMRICHHHHHH

I’ve only known this wisp for one second and if anything bad happens to it I will kill everyone and then myself

Em has canon father energy

LEMME AT THESE fucking CHESTS IN THE NECROTORIUM

MANFREDDSD

Ykw. Vorgoth can get it too

BELOVED Taash feeds the birdies

Karash has non binary swag

Wait wait. If Taash’s mom left the Qun bc she didn’t want her child to be in the Antaam, which would make them functionally a man then why is she ok with Taash being a warrior anyway? Seems odd to do this kinda plot with a group we’ve already established transness with

You can’t seriously think I’m gonna save the capital of the slave empire.

Davrin is dadcore

FORMLESS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!

A BELOVED wisp has gifted me a SPOON!

Astrolabe Restored

Well. Goodnight shadow dragons I guess.

candle hops are such cuties

My inquisitior would not behave like this.

So Aveline’s the Viscount and she’s allied with Sebastian, a guy who tried to annex Kirkwall in my worldstate

I kinda wanna play “Inquisitor saves Southern Thedas 2 Electric Boogaloo” if I’m being honest

I already collected all the wolfs regrets before meeting Inky. So. Yeah. That was a lot.

SO FLEMETH IS DEAD FRFR?????

How come the other gods are crazy looking and Mythal is just a normal elf

Oh this echo in the well thing is gonna be cool

Truly don’t know how much of these blight sound effects I can take tbh

ARE WE GOIN TO KAL SHAROK BAYBEE???

The Kal-Sharok armor kinda reminds me of the Sha-Brytol

The Valdasine Thaig is the primeval Thaig in 2 btw

VALTAAAAA

Ugh. I’ve always hated the ‘the old gods are related to the evanuris’ thing (tho I guess it’s not a theory). But we all thought Elgar’nan was Dumat tho right?

And if you can kill the Gods with the lyrium dagger, why didn’t he just do that? Like, we’ve already established that killing them with the dagger just fragments them.

I get that the fate of weisshaupt and all the wardens is important or whatever, but I’ve got chests to open beybee

Yeah bc it’s super easy to just off an Archdemon. what do you mean davrin’s killing it….

Well now killing an archdemon while it’s all tied down’s a bit unfair

Oh.

God that archdemon fight sucked.

[justrainandcoffee]

who steals the covers at night:

what would they get each other for gifts:

what do they do when they’re away from each other:

who’s the big spoon/little spoon:

Either for Alfie/Rose or Aveline/Luca or both if you want

Thank you 🖤!

Thanks for sending these, V 🥺❤️!!

who steals the covers at night:

In Alfie and Rose case, Rose. It's not that she hates cold, but she needs to be covered even if she has to steal it from her love. I don't think Alfie needs a lot of blankets anyway, he's a blanket himself 😂.

Linnie and Luca definitely fight for the last centimeter/inch of blanket available. Both are guily😂.

what would they get each other for gifts:

It depends on the occasion, but Luca definitely likes to gift Linnie a romantic dinner. Sometimes at a restaurant, sometimes he cooks for her. And she, probably likes to give him a nice book or an expensive Italian wine.

Alfie and Rose... It's so hard! Because they already have what they want but, Alfie can go from giving her some jewels (earrings, necklaces etc) to a trip to France or somewhere else, just to enjoy the both of them. As for Rosie, same as she does in modern times, probably gifts him something made by herself. Call it a new scarf, a pair of gloves... Or a new hat she would see n her way to her job. Or an antique thing, because he likes vintage objects. Small but significant.

what do they do when they’re away from each other:

Depends on the day, but usually Alfie is grumpy and moody the whole time he's working so when he can't handle it anymore, he calls Rose to calm himself until he can return to home next to her. And that's quite frequently. And she only thinks about returning home and relax next to him.

While they were married or after their second chance, Aveline and Luca send each other texts. And in between when Cathy was born she sent him photos of their girl doing anything. From pictures sleeping to photos of her playing with her toys.

Who's the big spoon/little spoon:

Luca 👏 is 👏 the 👏 little 👏 spoon 😌.

Rose too. No way she can hug Alfie and be comfortable the whole night. Besides, I imagine Alfie laughing (in a harmless way) if she tries to do it 🤣.

[thewardenisonthecase]

Wanted to answer the questions from @pupkinpumpkin about the HOF/Hawke/Inquisitor, and since it's quite lenghy, I'm making it my own post, but the questions can be found here too.

1. Do any of your protagonists have stretch marks or gain them over time?

Anneliese Cousland: For a long time she doesn't have them, but after getting pregnant, she does have many of them on her breasts and on her stomach. She's a bit insecure about them but considering all the shit she has to do, she doesn't think on it too often. Plus Alistair likes them, so that's a plus.

Elizabeth Hawke: She has some, mostly on her arms and belly.

Asala Adaar: Yes, she has a lot of them on her stomach, on her thighs, on her breasts, especially considering she's the biggest out of the three and she likes them a lot. She's a big girl and she's proud of it.

2. Are they good at a task or hobby? (Ex. Sewing, dancing, puzzles)

Anneliese Cousland: Embroidery! She didn't have a lot of time to do it during the Fifth Blight, but afterwards, she picked up the hobby again, and many of her handkerchiefs have a little thing she embroided. She also like it because she feels like she's stabbing something.

Elizabeth Hawke: Does killing people count?

Asala Adaar: Not something you can necessarily be good at but it's a hobby anyways, and that's reading. She really loves her books.

3. Do they have a good sense of direction?

Anneliese Cousland: No, but it gets a little bit better over time.

Elizabeth Hawke: Great sense of direction, rarely gets lost.

Asala Adaar: Kind of in the middle. For most of the time, she's good at knowing where to go, but she has her moments.

4. Did they have a crush or flirt with any other companions before getting with their love interests?

Anneliese Cousland: She slept with Zevran before Alistair made a move on her, and she ocasionally flirted with Leliana, but in both instances, she didn't feel like it would develop into more than that, as Alistair was the one she had the real feelings for.

Elizabeth Hawke: She flirted a bit with Anders, and a lot with Aveline during the Long Road. She also ocasionally flirted with Varric. She had a small crush on Anders too, but the crush on Fenris was stronger.

Asala Adaar: She flirted with EVERYONE, and even though she's in a relationship with Solas, she's still out there flirting with Dorian.

5. How are they with sharing their food?

Anneliese Cousland: She has to really, REALLY, like you for her to share her food. Otherwise, do not touch her food if you wish to live.

Elizabeth Hawke: She'll share her food and also eat others food.

Asala Adaar: She'll share if asked, but otherwise, she won't offer it.

6. How would they react if someone said a really bad pun to them?

Anneliese Cousland: Stare at them. Like a disprooving dad. She is not amused.

Elizabeth Hawke: She'll snort, and tell Varric later.

Asala Adaar: Awkward laugh.

7. What clothes do they sleep in?

Anneliese Cousland: During the fifth blight, a simple shirt and pants (hate to make this comparison, but kinda like what Astarion wears in camp, but with less frills.) Post origins, nightgown, just like a long, white nightgown.

Elizabeth Hawke: A big ass shirt, that goes over her thighs, and nothing more.

Asala Adaar: A top and a short.

8. Would they rather sacrifice themselves to keep their loved ones safe or sacrifice someone else with a family to keep their loved ones safe?

Anneliese Cousland: She's going to find some way that no one has to be sacrificed, but if she doesn't, someone else with a family. In this regard, she is selfish and she will sacrifice anyone else to keep herself and her loved ones safe.

Elizabeth Hawke: Sacrifices herself. She has lost too much and she refuses to loose more. Also, there's a part of her that says that if she died, it would be better, especially if it meant protecting her brother.

Asala Adaar: This one is a bit harder, but I think she'd also try to find a way to save everyone and if she can't, she'll sacrifice herself.

9. Do they use nicknames/pet names for their friends?

Anneliese Cousland: Not really, but she'll call Zevran and Leliana by 'Zev' and 'Leli' on ocassion.

Elizabeth Hawke: Varric's influence is too great and sometimes she'll slip, and call them by what he calls them. Merrill's the one who this happens most to, as Hawke will often call her Daisy.

Asala Adaar: She's not very good at coming up with nicknames, so she usually just sticks to their names.

10. Do they use nicknames/pet names for their love interest?

Anneliese Cousland: She'll often call Alistar 'dear,' 'dearest', and after they get married, and when she really wants to annoy him, 'husband'.

Elizabeth Hawke: Calls Fenris 'love' a lot, and 'Broody' when she wants to annoy him (which happens often).

Asala Adaar: In intimate moments, will call Solas 'kadan'.

11. How many scars do they have now compared to the beginning of their adventure?

Anneliese Cousland: A. FUCKING. LOT. Especially early on, when her armor wasn't that great, she collected various scars on her torso and back. During the final battle against the archdemon, she gets a really big scar across her face, and in her words "can't kill an archdemon without some scars to tell the story". She also gained a few more during Awakening.

Elizabeth Hawke: Doesn't have many, but gets a few during the fight with the Arishok. Considering she mostly stays out of melee, it's rare for her to get that hurt in combat. Also, Anders is really good at healing most of her scars so even the ones she gets, a quick visit to the clinic solves it.

Asala Adaar: Has very little at the beggining, but as the game progresses, she gets more and more, most on her back.

12. Were there any NPCs that they were kinda into or thought were attractive?

Anneliese Cousland: She had a crush on Ser Gilmore, she slept with Iona, he's a companion but I'd say Sten counts too so she was also attracted to him, she was kinda into Teagen, and she slept with Isabela so...let's say a lot of people.

Elizabeth Hawke: There were only two: Orisino and the Arishok.

Asala Adaar: To be honest, no. Outiside of her companions, she wasn't really interested in anyone.

13. Any weird habits?

Anneliese Cousland: She's often talking to herself, though she tries not to do it while others are around.

Elizabeth Hawke: She whistles and hums songs under her breath a lot.

Asala Adaar: She hates open doors, so she'll often be seen closing them around Skyhold when she has nothing better to do.

14. What do they do to calm down or focus?

Anneliese Cousland: Hit things, she'll ask someome to go spar with her, or when she has her things with her, she'll do some embroidery.

Elizabeth Hawke: Writes in her journal.

Asala Adaar: Goes somewhere quiet and just lays down and rests. It's usually on the grass, under some tree, just trying to focus on the earth and the wind.

15. How fast do they get drunk and how do they act when they get drunk?

Anneliese Cousland: It's really, really, really hard for her to get drunk, and she kinda just gets even more serious when she's drunk; just like, more silent overall, but also if you get on her nerves, she's more prone to burst in anger when drunk.

Elizabeth Hawke: Takes a little awhile for her to get drunk, but a few strong drinks will get the jon done quicker. Somehow gets even sillier when drunk, and just makes a big fool of herself.

Asala Adaar: She has only been drunk a couple of times, and that's mostly because she doesn't drink a lot. The few times she has been drunk, she was mostly sleepy and talking with a very slurred speech.

Bonus:

If you could romance one of the unromancable companions or one of the NPCs, who would it be? Or would you stay with the person you've already romanced?

Honestly, if Sten was romanceable, I'd romance him right away. I love his character, I love his companion quest, he has so much depth that he's the only companion that I'd see Anneliese possibly "ditching" Alistair for. Alas, no kisses for sten, so he gets the "besties" promotion instead.

Bonus bonus: Any fun headcanons you have about your protagonist and their friends/loved ones?

I have a few

Anneliese Cousland: She's a tall woman, and she's just a few cm shorter than Alistair, and she loves to tower over people to assert dominance. In the epilogue of Origins, she decides to take a small vacation to Seheron with Sten, and Alistair and Zevran go with her. Sten was not happy about it.

Even after she left the command of the grey wardens, as she assumed her role as queen, she would still visit Amaranthine from time to time and train with the recruits.

Bribed Zevran into being her personal spy, and ocasionally, has had him kill some people for her. Alistair is unaware of this tho.

She found the cure for the taint, after that, she and Alistair had three kids. Also, even though her friends are all scattered around the world, she routinely sends them letters, to know how they are and when she went looking for the cure, Zevran went with her.

Elizabeth Hawke: I don't have a lot of 'fun' HCs of her, but after being left in the Fade, she eventually got out with the help of her friends + Feynriel, and is now living peacefully in Kirkwall again, except for the few times she goes with Fenris to kill some slavers.

Asala Adaar: After the inquisition is disbanded, she actually goes live with Hawke in Kirkwall, and the two kinda help each other heal, and bond over being left by their boyfriends at some point. Also, post game, she and Blackwall end up getting together.