#a hawk specifically

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Unfortunately, it translates...

Oz muttered to himself as he reached the quiet corner of the farm he'd been aiming for. Getting there had taken slightly longer than he'd anticipated, but his cane had been invaluable. He just hoped he'd have the time to fly, he'd felt so useless lately, a drain on Em and Oscar's resources. They said they were happy to host him, but... he couldn't really give much in return, like this. Flying would make him feel better, though.

Concentrating, he blurred into his avian form. Long ago, he'd chosen a Goshawk for the fact they were common, easy enough to overlook, but far from helpless. A smaller part of him had to admit he'd partially chosen it because they had been known to eat Ravens, too. She had rather annoyed him that day.

Stretching one wing, he froze. The wing itself felt wrong, the balance off in a way he'd never experienced before. Craning his head around to look, he was horrified to see a wing that was covered in a mottled brown down, pinfeathers sticking out at odd angles along the length.

This was just too much! Not only was his human form that of a child, but so was his avian one? All he'd wanted was to fly for a few minutes, be free in the air, but it looked like even that would be denied him. He let out a disgusted peeping sound at the thought and was suddenly very glad he couldn't blush like this. He even sounded like a baby bird! He heard, rather than saw, something overhead and blurred back into Oz, feeling vaguely terrified. Well, that was a failed experiment. Best to pretend it had never happened at all...

Several months later, Qrow, looking tired, cornered him.

"Hey, pocketsized? We could really have done with your eyes up there with me. I know you see better than I do as a bird, so what gives?"

Oz sighed, looking very small and very embarrassed. "How old am I, Qrow?" was all he said, sounding strangely defensive.

"Well, yeah, you're a kid, but... wait a sec... you mean?" Qrow started to laugh hysterically at the thought. "You're... a baby... bird? Show... me. Please, Oz. Show me?"

"No. I do not enjoy the feeling of being vulnerable, Qrow. It is already bad enough that I am trapped in the body of my ten year old self. I do not wish something to attempt to eat me. Besides, we're out in the open, nowhere near secure enough to attempt it again." Oz sounded very fed up, glaring up at Qrow who still hadn't stopped laughing.

Qrow kept pestering Oz every chance he got, until Oz finally, reluctantly gave in.

"When we are somewhere safe, and Qrow? You are not to take pictures of this, it's bad enough I have to experience the sensation twice, nobody else needs to know about this."

Qrow just shrugged and gestured towards the house they were staying in. "I'll make sure no big bad predators come and eat ya, pocketsized. But you promised, after all."

Going into one of the far bedrooms, Oz sat on the bed, looking very reluctant. He blurred into the hawk, just as small and just as vulnerable as he had been on the farm. Qrow seemed to melt at the sight, though he was laughing again. Thankfully, Oz could see no evidence of his scroll, so hopefully it wouldn't be recorded, at least? Qrow sighed and stopped laughing, blurring into his own bird form and flapping his way to the bed. Oz flinched slightly at this, but Qrow just tucked one wing protectively around him, drawing him partially underneath the bigger bird. Oz let out a plaintive peep as he was drawn underneath Qrow like an actual chick would be, but he was too small to fight the movement. The sound seemed to shake him out of whatever he'd been thinking, though and Qrow seemed to blink, before moving far enough away not to crush Oz and turning back into the huntsman.

"Sorry bout that, pocketsized. Was kinda instinct." Qrow was suddenly very red, looking stricken.

Oz turned back, too and sighed again, looking strangely conflicted. "I would appreciate you not doing that again, Qrow. Avian instincts aside, I never took you for the broody type." His words were light, but he was blushing just as red as Qrow was.

The incident was never recorded. Neither one spoke about it again.

Eventually, Ruby, too, cornered Oz. "Hey, professor? Quick question, you turned Qrow into a bird, does that mean you can transform into one, too?"

Oz sighed. "Miss Rose... I am currently ten years old. That age translates. Even if I could turn into a bird of some sort, and I'm not saying that I can, that animal would not be useful in any way. Also, no, I will not be feeding into your curiousity. Now please, drop this?"

Across the room, Qrow raised his flask in what was almost a salute, amusement dancing in his eyes. Ruby just pouted, but accepted that she wasn't going to find out any time soon.

[mysterious-corpse]

Reading this passage at age 10 had a huge impact on my perception of nature and morality and I just think that’s neat.

[sinful-karateka]

Fed, nourished, skin clear, hair luscious. This has to be one of their best hugs in the whole show.

[moodyvoid]

Twice wanting to meet Hawks after Dabi brings him to the PLF mansion.

Twice: “Can you introduce me to your friend Hawks?”

Dabi: “He’s not my friend. Just go say hi to him or something.”

Twice: “Okay, but how? Is there a certain way I should approach it—“

Dabi: “You’re overthinking it. Just go. Make a good impression.”

Twice, nodding and walking away: “Good impression, good impression, good impression—“

Hawks, pausing as Twice walks up to him.

Hawks: “Hey.”

Twice, doing a Dabi voice: “I’m Dabi and I’m soooo mysterious. One time my nipple piercing got caught on a towel and Shigaraki had to decay the towel to get it out.”

Hawks, snickering: “You must be Twice. Nice to meet you.”

Twice, giving a thumbs up to Dabi.

Dabi, glaring: “I don’t sound like that.”

Toga (who was watching the whole thing): “Yes, you do.”

[mysicklove]

putting eyeliner on boys so that you can watch it smear when you fuck them to tears >>>>>

[mourn-and-watch]

ah yes. a spectrum of my current most relevant obsessions

[crows-of-buckets]

Every day I mourn the fact that Anders and Morrigan have never (and will never) interact in canon. I want to see what happens SO bad.

Morrigan who enjoys pissing people off and generally just pokes and prods at peoples insecurities versus Anders who has never taken a chill pill once in his life

They're sitting at a table together and Morrigan keeps saying shit about old magic and dark rituals and old gods while Anders is white knuckling his chair to keep himself from leaping over the table and strangling her

[lesbianspeedy]

whats this? ITS ARROWFAM AS REDUCTRESS HEADLINES PART FOUR

[biserker-kadan]

Do you think after all is said and done, Rook gets a random letter to meet in some dark dank bar in some backwoods town in the middle of the night and walks in with curiosity and scepticism, one hand on their blade to find the fucking Queen of Ferelden, a very random mage with red paint over their nose and the Inquisitor all sitting around one table.

'Welcome to the annual meeting of 'You saved the world and all you got was trauma and more responsibility', have a drink.'

[mmmercuryy]

dabihawks is great because what if in everything the hpsc did to hawks, he found someone WHILE WORKING FOR THEM. on a mission. Despite everything they did to control him, they fucked him up so bad that the only person who could understand him was a villain. If you ignore canon events they could’ve been insane. absolutely legendary character relationship regardless.

[tethrarisms]

Unpopular (maybe?) opinion but I wouldn't mind spending days on end just talking and doing small missions for my Dragon Age companions. They're so meaningful to me, I enjoy their banters and relationships even further than any combat and/or map exploring.

[volumina-vetustiora]

I'm really really sorry

Cic. Div. 1.25

[vaguely-concerned]

every so often, varric will write a black fox story. not anything fancy or for publication or anything, just for fun and because he knows hawke has a soft spot for them. ("an intrepid hero getting into and out of all kinds of trouble and the merry band of misfits following inseparably in his wake? can't imagine why".) some of them are experimental, some of them are straightforward retellings; they're generally pretty short and quick to do, so he allows himself to play around with form and genre and language more than he does in his professional work. stretching over the span of almost twenty years as they do, they contain some of his favourite pieces of his own writing, and some of the most '...was I huffing lyrium fumes or drunk or both for this one, hawke? what the actual hell is this' pieces. hawke keeps every single one of them. varric speculates that this is either because they're just that sentimental, or possibly that it's for future blackmailing purposes. he usually has one ready for their birthday. they have so much blackmail material on him anyway by this point, he figures, what's one more piece of ammunition going to do one way or the other.

varric finishes one of these black fox tales a couple of nights before he brings rook with him to minrathous — the last one. it's about the very last black fox story, the one where the black fox and his friends all disappear together into the depths of arlathan forest, where those in the know say you can find them to this very day, if you know where to look, or if you ever find yourself in trouble and in need of a helping hand. they'll turn up to aid a traveller in need, and disappear back between the shaded trees again once the day is saved, squabbling all the way, seeking treasures and unlikely quests yet unfound and unimagined.

they say on some days, you can hear them as laughter and friendly bickering on the wind from a couple of clearings over. it's not the end, it's just other adventures, some other place. that's the thing about stories. they're funny that way.

(once he wrote a book for his mother on her deathbed and read it to her through the comfortless and drawn-out hours of the troubled nights, and he burned the book the day she died and never spoke of it again.)

after he finishes the manuscript, he sits with it for a long time in the quiet and the candlelight before he wraps it up properly and sends it off back home to kirkwall. he attaches a note -- a story, to the best of all my stories, the one I'd tell forever if I could. take care of each other while I'm gone. first one to arrive saves seats at the bar, right? happy birthday, and send all my lack of love to the merchant's guild, as always. —Varric

he sends that to hawke. just in case. and then he gets up and he goes to find rook — it's time to get going.

[katt-sports]

:3

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[bardengarde]

I JUST COMMISSIONED THIS BEAUTIFUL AND TENDER BEEJHAWK PIECE FROM MY FRIEND @doodlehistory PLEASE BE INSANE ABOUT IT WITH ME

[aces-to-apples]

And you know what? I'm glad we can't be assholes in Veilguard. Like not only would it make less sense for the hand-selected savior of the world, who was exiled from their faction specifically for being the kind of person who selflessly risks their own safety and position in order to help others, to be an abrasive douchebag, but also the writers potentially thought "if this is our last Dragon Age hurrah then we sure don't need to court the fucking bigots" and I respect the hell out of that decision.