#anabel hawke

[penthesilea1623]

This is perfectly Anabel.

And it’s nice to be interacting again.

From The Early Poems of William Morris

illustrated by Florence Harrison

[pomegranatebb]

tagged by @figthefruitfaeth <3

10 favorite songs with names in the title: (in no particular order)

Daphne Blue - The Band CAMINO

Holly - Anna Shoemaker

CODY BANKS - Jack Harlow

Charlie - ShooterGang Kony

Anthony Kiedis - Remi Wolf

Anabel’s House - Lola Young

Thérèse - Maya Hawke

Matilda - Harry Styles

Billy - DRAMA

The John Wayne - Little Green Cars

definitely had to do some diggin but i loved this! all the tag games lately have made me so happy :’) not so formally extending the invitation to @froggintime @queer-trashmouth @cashton @prinxcipe

[penthesilea1623]

I used the arcane filter on my Anabel Hawke and Sebastian Vael and it’s my new favorite toy.

[shadesyste]

@penthesilea1623 I spent ENTIRELY too much time on this for what the final product turned out to be, but here’s your girl! She’s always a blast to paint, especially her hair =D I hope you like it!

[penthesilea1623]

Oh, this is gorgeous. 

embrasse (le baiser)

[redtrevelyan]

“It’s just easier this way.”

[tonightwrites]

Descriptions of my OC's

Dominic Finch (Domi)

Credit goes to @honey-beeuwu

Blue Eyes. Brown wavy hair, medium length

possessive and protective.

Was the Empress’ first concubine and was a servant to her since they were children. Takes pride in it, was her first friend.

Always compares himself to Izacc Rinefern.

Son of Chef Finch (Alan Finch) and deceased Elain Finch.

The “Hound”

Izacc Rinfern (Zacc)

Credit goes to: @heavenlyfloof

Brown eyes

Black hair straight short length

Former captain of the royal guards and the Empress’ second concubine. 

Son of Lord Rinefern (Marcus Rinefern) and Lady Rinefern (Anabell Rinefern).

The “Tiger”

Alun Prothro

Green eyes

Short Blonde straight hair

Current captain of the guard and helps the empress cover the concubines tracks. 

Helps her get away from them if she needs privacy.

Platonic (brotherly) yandere. Nonromantic, just wants to protect her. No sexual feelings. Reminds him of his fragile sister that died from a thief.

The "Hawk"

Thiago (Te-ah-go) Amos

Brown eyes

Reddish brown curly hair medium length

Prince of Amodod Kingdom, Father- King Afonso Amos, Mother- unknown

The Horse

[penthesilea1623]

Celia Krithariota, Spring-Summer 2018

[sunflowerpaladin]

 SO I'M A DAY LATE BUT HAPPY INTERNATIONAL LESBIAN DAY!!     I'm a lesbian myself so I wanted to share a bunch of my favorite lesbian ocs!! 💖  

Top Row from Left to Right:   Alyurra Torund (D&D), her wife Anabelle Nuitae (D&D), Ninir Wolfthorn (D&D), Joanna Sprywizzle (D&D) Second Row from Left to Right: Billie Sumerford (Red Dead Redemption), Rose (Titanfall/Apex Legends), Zelia (ATLA), Nahal (Destiny) Third Row from Left to Right: Natalien Mahariel (DAO), Marien Hawke (DA2), Julianne Lavellan (DAI), Roxanne Trevelyan (DAI) Bottom Row from Left to Right: Nadiya Rose (Bloodborne), Natalie Shepard (Mass Effect), Sara Ryder (Mass Effect), Dove (D&D)  

[tokutenshi]

Well whooooops, my dumb self couldn’t keep track of the days.

Though the Darkness Comes Upon Me part 1 “I Shall Embrace the Light”, chapter 16: “Blame”

If the past year had taught Cullen anything, it was that he was a terrible judge of character. His original irritation at not pursuing the claims against Ser Varnell further escalated to near self-loathing since reading that damn report. Mother Petrice had played a much larger part in the plot against the Qunari than he'd realized and carried on with it – albeit less brazenly – after Varnell's death. Until last night.

Cullen had failed to see her corruption, had trusted her simply because she was a mother of the Chantry, and now another mob of misguided zealots were dead. Petrice was dead. The Viscount's son, Saemus, was dead. The Chantry was stained with their blood because of a plot he could have discovered months ago if he'd only been willing to see. If he hadn't been so trusting and acted in the real, then Hawke wouldn't have had to swoop in and clean up yet another mess.

That's how she described it, too. A swoop, and a mess.

Mia's letters were providing little comfort this time, even the newest addition which he had yet to reply to failed to pull him away from the man he was now. His sister had been his biggest supporter growing up and not only encouraged his dream of being a templar, but rallied Branson and Rosalie to help him reach it. She still wrote him like he was the thirteen-year-old idealistic twerp who left Honnleath, and he tried to not let too much of his true self slip out in his responses, as few and far between as they were. He was so much not the brother she knew and he didn't have the heart to break hers by telling her as much.

“Knight-Captain?”

Cullen lifted his gaze to the doorway, not nearly as surprised as he should have been to see the source of his other lapse in judgment – Ebrisa. She was in mage robes, but wore a simple smock over them to keep clean with a wooden bucket hanging on one arm and a large, canvas bundle in the other. Her hair was pulled back, braided and looped into a secure bun at the base of her neck, a much more elaborate style than she usually sported, likely due to the extra free time she had now.

When he made no move to leave or speak, only acknowledging her with his quick visual assessment of her appearance, Ebrisa entered the yard and knelt down by the flowerbed furthest from him. She removed the bucket from her arm and rolled out the bundle of fabric, revealing her gardening tools and several sheets of burlap. Cullen made no indication that he wanted to be alone, but he hadn't started a conversation either and after the awkward way she had ended their last one, Ebrisa was hesitant to initiate.

She worked as quietly as possible, carefully digging around the base of the dying plants to reach their web of roots and shaking loose as much dirt as she could before setting the sprouted bulb on the burlap. Cullen watched her as she worked, eying the sharp spade in her hand and the gentle way she moved it through the ground, knowing it could easily slip between the gaps in his armor if she rushed him. He scrutinized her familiarity with the small pruning knife as she pressed its edge through the withered stem, exerting just enough pressure to cut the plant and not her thumb, wondering if she would use the same tender grip slashing the blade across his throat.

Anything – everything – could be a weapon, which is why tools of all kinds were so closely guarded. This one mage was the exception to that rule, approved by Meredith to not only use the sharp instruments whenever she wished, but to do so without supervision. Looking at it objectively, it was a ridiculous and dangerous liberty. What was to stop this mage from using her knife on others? From slicing her own flesh and summoning a terrible creature with blood magic?

Mages were dangerous and had to be watched.

Just like how Chantry clerics were incapable of deception and murder.

Cullen nearly snorted at the generalizations, knowing full well that neither Ebrisa nor Petrice fit them. He thought back to the first time he had caught Ebrisa break a rule and used a pair of pruning sheers simply because she had wanted to be useful and make the yards look nicer. Even then, she had shown no fear of him. Oh, she stuttered and stumbled over herself, but that had been purely for her own mistakes and she made no protest to whatever punishment she would receive. He should have punished her, but he didn't. Cullen was unsure if it was because she had been so new to the Gallows or because she genuinely seemed to be remorseful, but he'd helped her complete her task.

Ebrisa had earned Meredith's trust over the years, and it was more or less Cullen's doing. If he'd simply taken the sheers and left instead of returning with someone to supervise her, then Ebrisa would have ended her gardening endeavor before it really began and the Knight-Commander wouldn't have granted her any special treatment – possibly never even interacting with her directly. It was almost too easy to visualize – Ebrisa quietly going through her apprenticeship with no conflicts with templars and being too reserved to protest any issues with her peers. Completely disappearing into the background as just another mage and having no cause to ever leave the Circle or speak directly to Meredith. She'd still go to service in the chapel of course, but would she have been able to inspire others to do the same?

As Ebrisa moved to the other flowerbed and settled down only a few feet from where Cullen sat on the bench, he was struck with the sudden realization that he wouldn't have noticed her in the background. She'd just be a name that popped up in quarterly reports he'd struggle to associate a face to. Maybe he would remember the young girl escorted to the Gallows by Aveline with two small children or the horrified expression on her face as she hit him with a small branch, but those were in her first year. They gave a glimpse of her character, but not enough to leave a lasting impression on their own and she'd slip away into obscurity.

Maybe she'd still fall under whatever sickness had claimed Feynriel, but Meredith would not have granted her leave to the Chantry... Ebrisa likely wouldn't have even felt confident enough to ask. She'd suffer the guilt quietly, but if she never went to the Chantry, Quentin never would have known about her... Cullen couldn't help but think that – though her life would have been much different – Ebrisa may have been better off if he'd treated her like a normal mage from the beginning.

“Blaming yourself again?”

Cullen straightened and finally looked at something besides the mage. He tried to speak, but found his mouth oddly dry.

“I heard from Sister Anabel at service this morning,” Ebrisa continued softly as she gathered the iris bulbs. “Mother Petrice fooled many people – even the Grand Cleric could not see what was happening until it already came to a head. They spent every day together, worked beside each other, and Revered Mother Elthina could see the danger no more than you.” She dared a sympathetic look over her shoulder, but Cullen would not meet it.

The Grand Cleric was supposed to see the best in people and have faith in their good nature, he was supposed to know better.

“Knight-Captain, your part in this tragedy is so minute it may as well not exist.” Ebrisa turned around fully on the pave stones to better address the man. “Months ago you were investigating rumors about someone who didn't even work with Mother Petrice anymore. She was a small character reference and, by all accounts, not directly involved for some time. There was no reason to suspect her.”

Cullen leaned back on the bench, looking up at the grey sky and briefly noting it was much too dark for still being so early in the day. He had heard some of Petrice's sermons – her detest for the Qunari was evident – and he should have realized what that meant. He should have known she was hiding something. When Cullen directed his attention back to the mage, he was a little startled to see her frowning at him disapprovingly.

“Knight-Captain,” she said with a tone Cullen could only classify as scolding. “Despite whatever unrealistic standards you hold yourself to, there is only one truly omniscient individual, and He is currently absent.”

Cullen could feel the smirk trying to break free the longer he looked at the mage, so he returned his gaze to Mia's letters and hid behind the sheets before he cracked. Ebrisa just seemed to have an answer for everything, so long as it wasn't her own problem. He wondered briefly how that could be possible, how she could encourage others but deny herself the same courtesy.

She turned back to her work, taking the hint that the one-sided conversation was over, and continued to clear the soil. Cullen stole a glance at her from time to time as he pretended to read, and went back to his earlier pondering. Yes, Ebrisa's life would have been different if he had not interfered, but his own would have been, too. He would have been deprived her little pep talks, reduced to seeking comfort from only the letters his siblings sent, and he would have been robbed of the levity and warmth she so easily brought him.

Ebrisa may have been better off and spared quite a bit of hardship, but Cullen knew he was definitely in a better place now that she was in his life, despite the negative implications of that admission.

[penthesilea1623]

OTP Meme

I got tagged by @missmeggo929  and @genginger and am finally getting to it...going with my true OTP if word count is anything to go by, Anabel Hawke and Sebastian Vael from All That Might Be

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they ARE roommates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity  | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other (well he cooks for her, the other way would be a disaster) | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers  | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn (so slow) | love triangle (sort of? love triangle with a really weak third angle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

tagging: @lumateranlibrarian, @foofyschmoofer, @nightshine629 and anyone else who wants to

[bioticsandlyrium]

2, 10 and 28 for the headcanon asks. 9, 19 and 48 for the odd-ish oc asks ^^

2) Has non-stop puns

Kiera Ryder. She’s the queen of groaners. The crew have made a rule of one pun per day, otherwise she has to put a dollar in the pun jar.

10) Looks like they will kill you, but is actually a sweetheart

I honestly don’t know who fits this one best. Most of my OCs are deceptively sweet looking.

28) Gets lost easily

Ellie Hawke. Oh my god. It’s…it’s bad. Even if she’s been somewhere 200 times she still needs a nap.

Odd-ish OC

9) How do they cope with losing a lover?

Anabel Surana takes it in stride. She has a tough exterior, but on the inside she’s dying. She cries at night when she thinks nobody can hear her, but in the daylight she’ll act like nothing is wrong.

19) What is the most inappropriate thing they’ve ever done in public?

Shepard had sex with Garrus in the bathroom at Purgatory.

48) How festive are they on holidays?

Ellie is the most festive. She unironically loves dressing up, decorating, and singing all the holiday songs. She also loves eating all the food.

[redtrevelyan]

The three Great Heroes of Thedas, with the people they cherish most

[penthesilea1623]

I cannot tell you the number of times I have scrolled through a fashion post getting more and more exciting because it so perfectly suits my Hawke, only to realize at the end that it’s a @justalittlebitwitchy post and she’s tagged it in me.

Favourite Designs: Georges Hobeika Fall 2018 Haute Couture Collection

[pattytkane]

i know! so much, ive seen staring at it a lot trying to puzzle it out. theres a different pic on blackhawkswags that shows just the ladies- i think tazer's gf is supposed to be medusa and maybe jonny is a greek solidier who's turning to stone? fun idea. panik's gf was dressed as ginny to his hp. i think duncs is pennywise and his gf is anabel. i cant tell who the bacon is tho! (also kaner and ag look cute and i wonder if saader and him coordinated since saad/his fiance are dr. evil/mini me)

I definitely wasn’t sure what Saader was, but now that you say that, I see the bald cap. That would be cute if he and Kaner coordinated, haha. Also I’ve been staring at that bacon for a couple of minutes and I really just can’t tell. I also can’t tell who the Dalmatian is. So I was trying to think about who I can’t find. I don’t see Hayden, Schmaltz, Anisimov, and some of the newer Hawks whose faces I have yet to put to names who may be disguised in one of those costumes.

[parkerbombshell]

Sneak Peek - April 23 / 2019

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