#hawkian

[the-second-moon]

drafting more "younger dorian wrangles with the experience of kirkwall" stuff, now in things-are-getting-real act 2 edition

Hawke says, “Before we do that, I’ve just got to pop down and speak to the Arishok.”

Dorian scoffs. “Right. And I’m meeting the Grand Cleric for tea.”

Hawke just looks at him, oddly devoid of the usual retort.

“…What?” Dorian asks. “Were you not joking?”

“I was not,” Hawke says. “Sorry. Hard to tell with me sometimes. I’m told it’s because I say everything in this particular tone of voice.”

Dorian splutters with disbelief. “You’re meeting with the Arishok? You! Casually!”

“Now, is it really so odd he’d want to spend time with me? I’m extremely fun to be around.”

“I was not given to understand that qunari prioritize the concept of fun.”

“That one was an actual joke,” Hawke says. “No, I got wrapped up in some silly matter involving the qunari and that made the Arishok aware of me. Now he’s begun to ask for me at times. It seems that me keeping him apprised of local happenings makes him slightly less likely to lose his temper and go on a rampage through Docktown—or that is the hope, at least.”

Dorian can hardly process this information; he is still trying to fathom the mere concept. “You deliver information to the qunari,” he repeats. “Hawke, do you not understand who you’re dealing with? Do you realize what they would do to you if they could?”

Hawke furrows his brow. “Make me join the Qun? I doubt that would work out well for anyone… and it's not in my plans. I’m just trying to keep a handle on the situation.”

“You are a mage! Those superstitious barbarians would chain you and sew your mouth shut if they found that out. And you treat with them as if they are rational!”

Hawke laughs easily, though there’s something cold in its rebuff. “Dorian. Try to remember that I didn’t grow up in Tevinter.”

“Yes, that is quite evident. If you had, you’d have seen what bloody invasions the qunari have waged up north. You’d know exactly the kind of violence those brutes would—”

“I meant,” Hawke cuts in, “when it comes to ‘treating with’ people who see me as a dangerous threat, I for one have never had the luxury of doing otherwise.”

This briefly derails Dorian’s tirade. He snaps his mouth shut.

Hawke continues, “As for ‘rational’—well! You’ve met the people around here. How much of an option do you expect that is?”

“It’s different,” Dorian says. “That is quite different.”

“Is it, though?” Hawke asks. “It’s all a matter of survival. Besides, there’s a risk to the whole city if things break down between the Arishok and the Viscount. If I can be a minor obstacle on the way to that seemingly inevitable disaster, then of course I will do it as long as possible. Isn’t that reality more important than any abstract principle?”

“Maker’s sake, Hawke, it is not abstract! The risk to yourself is all too real. The more visible you are, the more of a target you become—you taught me that yourself! And now you would wade into this position of incalculable danger for—for what? A city that would cage you and a people that would destroy you. What would possibly make any part of that your responsibility?”

Hawke shrugs. “Nothing, really. But I don’t see anyone else doing it.”

“Hawke,” Dorian says, now sounding slightly desperate. “You are beginning to worry me.”

Hawke laughs aloud. “Beginning to? Just now? You must not be very observant.”

“I am being serious,” Dorian says. “The number of burdens you have heaped on your plate these last weeks is beginning to border on absurdity. You cannot have them all. There are some things that one single man simply cannot fix.”

The facade briefly drops from Hawke and he gives Dorian one straight look. There is a naked pain in his face, an agonizing level of exhaustion, that nearly makes Dorian take a step back.

“I am well aware of that,” Hawke says.

Dorian struggles with his tongue for a moment. “That was—I only meant—”

“I know what you meant,” Hawke says. “But what choice do I have? I can fight the impossible odds or give up to languish in despair like everyone else. That’s not a choice. I’ve come much too far to give in to despair now. I won’t. There must be some way through all of this, or what in the Maker’s name was any of it for?”

“I understand that,” Dorian says. “Truly, I do. But does that justify taking such risks? Surely there must be some middle ground.”

Hawke laughs again, his voice once more sounding light and easy, though Dorian is still too harrowed by the fleeting glimpse beyond Hawke’s mask to accept any of this as sincere. “Of course there’s no middle ground! You should know that already. That’s a luxury no one has in a place as fucked as this.”

(this is a sure-to-be-edited WIP snippet from a future chapter of bit of a shithole, a "young dorian winds up in kirkwall during da2" fic)

[yinyangdex]

#105 Hawkian

Type: Flying

Height: 5'7

Description

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[the-second-moon]

"da2 companion dorian" possibilities continue to intrigue me

“Stop,” Dorian says. “I didn’t march uninvited into your home so that I could moan about my circumstances and dump all of my personal problems into your lap.”

Hawke glances over his shoulder toward the door. “You do know that’s what literally everyone else marches in here for, right?”

“That hardly makes it more appealing, Hawke.”

To that, Hawke chuckles, slightly uncertain though it is. “All right… then what can I do for you?”

“I just—simply—I would like to talk. Could we talk? Two friends, having a casual and lighthearted conversation? No drama or anguish peppered into the mix?”

“Why, certainly! I presume that must be a thing that friends do,” Hawke says. He plops into the chair across Dorian’s. “So, then… I, uh… How was your day?”

Dorian pauses. “Awful,” he says, and laughs aloud. “It was complete and utter shit, in all honesty.”

Hawke grins. “What do you know! Mine, too. Though I suppose that’s the standard response around these parts.”

“So it is. What was I thinking, trying to force normalcy in this of all places?”

“Honest mistake,” Hawke says. “But, yes… that’s probably hopeless. Normalcy doesn’t fare very well in Kirkwall these days.”

“No indeed. And yet somehow you seem perfectly comfortable here.”

“I’m not particularly skilled at normalcy either,” Hawke says. “Birds of a strange feather must flock to the appropriate nesting ground, or what have you…”

(this is a first-draft snippet from a future hawke estate conversation in my stupid da2 dorian fic, "bit of a shithole")

[the-second-moon]

THANK YOU AGAIN I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!

reader, you should check out @chimeowrical 's adorable commissions! :D 10/10 excellent experience and now i'm crying on the floor (affectionate)

Kissy commishie of Hawke and Dorian for Moony!!

[the-second-moon]

behold my beloved new child, catreus auratus hawke. "cat" to his parents. "rook" to everyone else. fake surname "mercar" for stealth.

(i.e., an attempt to craft a baby who somehow sprang from dorian and default male hawke. how does that work? magic. don't worry about it.)

i've only played the very start of da:tv..... twice, as it melted my old computer's insides on my first go........

so catreus is my second rook attempt, and he has enriched my experience in several ways:

after getting himself in trouble at home, "go stay with uncle varric until the heat on you dies down" makes a lot of sense for a baby hawke

my imagined "i get to hang out with uncle varric!" dynamic makes the opening part pretty cute :)

also "rook" really tracks as a varric nickname for a baby hawke, especially if his other dad saddled him with a pretentious tevinter name. you know varric's not saying all those syllables.

(ok look. listen. the chess piece explanation is a double meaning and/or just a clever varric obfuscation of the link to cat's famous dad. don't @ me.)

anyway i'm still very much processing how i feel about this game but i'm quite pleased with my son boy

[the-second-moon]

HE'S ACTUALLY HERE 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 DAD HELLLLLLPPPP

never talk to me or my deluded boy ever again

just imagine you're me, an idiot, saying "haha i'm gonna make hawke and dorian's child as my rook!" -- smash cut several hours later to dorian bursting into the game simply to tell off hawke's voice actor. my brain is melting. dad 1 said i'm warden grounded but dad 2 said i could stay up and have a little blight as a treat 🥲

anyway. i'm overcome with manifold emotions. i love this man. this was not remotely how i expected to meet him. i am mildly hysterical.

[radiomogai]

copy-pasting what's under the cut for archival purposes {also it won't let me put the sunflowers the way they were in the original, sorry}

goldsian/rose gold STPD [🌹🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with an odd or eccentric appearance or behaviour, perceptual illusions or hallucinations, intrusive thoughts or ruminations, psychomotor symptoms such as fidgeting, restlessness or slowness, and general manic features. this archetype is connected to the colour rose gold, because of it being a warm colour, reflecting the psychomotor and manic symptoms, while being shimmering and metallic, symbolising perceptual illusions. 🌻

hawkian/hawk STPD [🦅🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with appearing aloof, cold or distant, suspiciousness and solitude, reduced capacity for interpersonal relationships, social withdrawal, intense perceptual illusions, derealization and depersonalization, and intrusive thoughts or ruminations of an aggressive nature. this archetype is connected to hawks, because of them being lone hunters, watching the world from the outside while never being really part of it, feeling disconnected, and fear of being aggressive because of one's intrusive thoughts or ruminations. 🌻

mirian/mirror STPD [👥🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with an odd appearance or behaviour, magical thinking, intense illusions or hallucinations, depersonalization and derealization, overelaborate, vague or generally odd speech and thinking, and negative symptoms such as avolition, anhedonia, flat affect, and alogia. this archetype is connected to mirrors, because of their quality of reflection, watching oneself and keeping one's eccentricities, while maintaining an outside perspective and feeling like having another person watching you. 🌻

silverian/silver STPD [☄️🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with appearing aloof, cold or distant, intense paranoia or suspiciousness, social anxiety, negative symptoms such as avolition, anhedonia, flat affect and alogia, and general depressive or anxious features. this archetype is connected to silver and the colour silver, because of its quality of being cold, dull and grey, but reflective, symbolising looking cold or negative on the outside, but hyperaware and paranoid on the inside. 🌻

the symbols I chose were purely based off vibes: rose for rose gold; hawk for, well, hawks; two people for mirrors; a comet for silver, because of giving off tranquility while burning up when seen up close. I chose the mirror as a symbol for stpd because of the symbolic reflection, eccentricity, and self reference.

stpd archetypes!

we're a system with stpd, and following the process for npd and bpd archetypes, we decided to do them for stpd too!

these are intentionally broad, and can fit more than these experiences. the ones described here are just some of the ones that can be included!

they're under the cut!

goldsian/rose gold STPD [🌹🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with an odd or eccentric appearance or behaviour, perceptual illusions or hallucinations, intrusive thoughts or ruminations, psychomotor symptoms such as fidgeting, restlessness or slowness, and general manic features.

this archetype is connected to the colour rose gold, because of it being a warm colour, reflecting the psychomotor and manic symptoms, while being shimmering and metallic, symbolising perceptual illusions.

🌻

hawkian/hawk STPD [🦅🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with appearing aloof, cold or distant, suspiciousness and solitude, reduced capacity for interpersonal relationships, social withdrawal, intense perceptual illusions, derealization and depersonalization, and intrusive thoughts or ruminations of an aggressive nature.

this archetype is connected to hawks, because of them being lone hunters, watching the world from the outside while never being really part of it, feeling disconnected, and fear of being aggressive because of one's intrusive thoughts or ruminations.

🌻

mirian/mirror STPD [👥🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with an odd appearance or behaviour, magical thinking, intense illusions or hallucinations, depersonalization and derealization, overelaborate, vague or generally odd speech and thinking, and negative symptoms such as avolition, anhedonia, flat affect, and alogia.

this archetype is connected to mirrors, because of their quality of reflection, watching oneself and keeping one's eccentricities, while maintaining an outside perspective and feeling like having another person watching you.

🌻

silverian/silver STPD [☄️🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with appearing aloof, cold or distant, intense paranoia or suspiciousness, social anxiety, negative symptoms such as avolition, anhedonia, flat affect and alogia, and general depressive or anxious features.

this archetype is connected to silver and the colour silver, because of its quality of being cold, dull and grey, but reflective, symbolising looking cold or negative on the outside, but hyperaware and paranoid on the inside.

🌻

the symbols I chose were purely based off vibes: rose for rose gold; hawk for, well, hawks; two people for mirrors; a comet for silver, because of giving off tranquility while burning up when seen up close. I chose the mirror as a symbol for stpd because of the symbolic reflection, eccentricity, and self reference.

[the-second-moon]

wip saturday: what if dorian's younger-years drunken rebellion tour landed him in kirkwall during DA2 though

“You really need to work on this,” Hawke says, circling a wide gesture about Dorian’s entire self.

“Beg pardon?” Dorian says. “The man who’s covered in blood from head to toe is going to criticize my aesthetic?”

Hawke looks briefly surprised, glancing down at himself. Then he just laughs. “Oh. Forgot about that. It’s been a rough day, what can I say…”

“Your aesthetic,” Fenris says, acid dripping from the word, “is liable to get you killed. Or simply robbed, if you are lucky.”

“He’s not wrong,” Varric says. “Wearing silk that nice is just asking for a mugging in these parts.”

“I mean, there is that,” Hawke says. “I was more talking about the fact that the whole outfit screams ‘mage.’ And you’re not doing yourself any favours with that staff.”

“I’m not getting rid of my staff,” Dorian says. “Just look at the craftsmanship, first of all. And how else am I meant to protect myself from the aforementioned muggings?”

“Well, you could cast without one…” Hawke says.

Dorian interrupts him with a scoff. “Simply cast without one, is that right? You think it’s so simple, do you? Let me guess—you’ve seen some frightened mages spew fire from their palms when backed into a corner, and so you think the staff isn’t necessary? Let me tell you, the sheer reduction in accuracy without a focus can make a mess of your technique, not to even mention the risk of…”

As Dorian speaks these words he can see Hawke’s brow raising, a satisfied smirk taking his face. Dorian stutters to a halt. He finds himself looking back down to Hawke’s hands… subtly bandaged, with scorch marks clear on his broad, calloused fingers.

A mage? Dorian thinks. Him? Truly?

“It’ll do in a pinch, though, right?” Hawke says. “Anyway, I didn’t mean you should go without your staff. Just—look.” He takes the walking stick off his back, thumping the end of it against the dusty ground…

Dorian stares at the stick. Not only is it the relative length and width of a staff, but it’s been carefully wrapped in strips of leather that obscure every spot where Dorian might expect to find a focusing gem or an inscribed rune. But of course. Of course that’s not a walking stick. Why would a man this young and strapping carry a walking stick around, anyway? How much more obvious could this have possibly been?

“Ta-da!” Hawke says. “Take it from me. A little camouflage goes a long way in this town...”

[the-second-moon]

The Sarcastic/Charming Option

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition + 2 Pairing: (Purple) Hawke/Dorian Pavus Chapters: 16/16 Words: 119,562 Rating: M Read it on AO3 here!

Summary: Dorian says, "Then I suppose it's a good thing I enlisted the help of a handsome man." Hawke blinks at him, then grins widely. "Well, well. You're flirting with me!" "...Yes. Well deduced. Thank goodness you were here to loudly announce it to the room." "A handsome man like you flirting with me? I'd never miss the chance to loudly announce that to the room." Varric would have said anything to keep Hawke safely away from the Inquisition. Of course, self-preservation isn't exactly Hawke's forte. What could possibly go wrong?

So happy that I've finished my year-long effort to write a big old multi-chapter Hawke/Dorian story! It's done! Have a post about it!

tl;dr: (Purple) Hawke and Dorian are two of the finest sources of banter in the Dragon Age canon—they deserve to find each other and bounce that unstoppable wit back and forth until they explode. Or kiss. One of those things.

(There's also the matter of them being two similarly brilliant souls who've been made lonely by their drive to do the right thing in spite of all they're up against. But I'm sure they wouldn't want to talk about that part. ...Unless?)

[mogaiboards]

[image ID: a flag with 7 diagonal stripes colored dark brown, brown, gold, olive, gold, brown, dark brown. there are three vertical stripes colored very dark brown, white, very dark brown in the left, center, and right respectively. end ID]

hawkityrre: a -tyrre label connected to hawks and having STPD, or the hawkian/hawk STPD archetype

hawkian/hawk STPD [🦅🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with appearing aloof, cold or distant, suspiciousness and solitude, reduced capacity for interpersonal relationships, social withdrawal, intense perceptual illusions, derealization and depersonalization, and intrusive thoughts or ruminations of an aggressive nature.

tagging: @epikulupu

[the-second-moon]

Bit of a Shithole Rating: M Fandom: Dragon Age 2 Pairing: Dorian Pavus/Male Hawke Chapters: 1/?

This is part of a thing up on AO3 now :) more to come, certainly!

wip saturday: what if dorian's younger-years drunken rebellion tour landed him in kirkwall during DA2 though

“You really need to work on this,” Hawke says, circling a wide gesture about Dorian’s entire self.

“Beg pardon?” Dorian says. “The man who’s covered in blood from head to toe is going to criticize my aesthetic?”

Hawke looks briefly surprised, glancing down at himself. Then he just laughs. “Oh. Forgot about that. It’s been a rough day, what can I say…”

“Your aesthetic,” Fenris says, acid dripping from the word, “is liable to get you killed. Or simply robbed, if you are lucky.”

“He’s not wrong,” Varric says. “Wearing silk that nice is just asking for a mugging in these parts.”

“I mean, there is that,” Hawke says. “I was more talking about the fact that the whole outfit screams ‘mage.’ And you’re not doing yourself any favours with that staff.”

“I’m not getting rid of my staff,” Dorian says. “Just look at the craftsmanship, first of all. And how else am I meant to protect myself from the aforementioned muggings?”

“Well, you could cast without one…” Hawke says.

Dorian interrupts him with a scoff. “Simply cast without one, is that right? You think it’s so simple, do you? Let me guess—you’ve seen some frightened mages spew fire from their palms when backed into a corner, and so you think the staff isn’t necessary? Let me tell you, the sheer reduction in accuracy without a focus can make a mess of your technique, not to even mention the risk of…”

As Dorian speaks these words he can see Hawke’s brow raising, a satisfied smirk taking his face. Dorian stutters to a halt. He finds himself looking back down to Hawke’s hands… subtly bandaged, with scorch marks clear on his broad, calloused fingers.

A mage? Dorian thinks. Him? Truly?

“It’ll do in a pinch, though, right?” Hawke says. “Anyway, I didn’t mean you should go without your staff. Just—look.” He takes the walking stick off his back, thumping the end of it against the dusty ground…

Dorian stares at the stick. Not only is it the relative length and width of a staff, but it’s been carefully wrapped in strips of leather that obscure every spot where Dorian might expect to find a focusing gem or an inscribed rune. But of course. Of course that’s not a walking stick. Why would a man this young and strapping carry a walking stick around, anyway? How much more obvious could this have possibly been?

“Ta-da!” Hawke says. “Take it from me. A little camouflage goes a long way in this town...”

[mogaiboards]

stpd archetypes!

we're a system with stpd, and following the process for npd and bpd archetypes, we decided to do them for stpd too!

these are intentionally broad, and can fit more than these experiences. the ones described here are just some of the ones that can be included!

they're under the cut!

goldsian/rose gold STPD [🌹🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with an odd or eccentric appearance or behaviour, perceptual illusions or hallucinations, intrusive thoughts or ruminations, psychomotor symptoms such as fidgeting, restlessness or slowness, and general manic features.

this archetype is connected to the colour rose gold, because of it being a warm colour, reflecting the psychomotor and manic symptoms, while being shimmering and metallic, symbolising perceptual illusions.

🌻

hawkian/hawk STPD [🦅🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with appearing aloof, cold or distant, suspiciousness and solitude, reduced capacity for interpersonal relationships, social withdrawal, intense perceptual illusions, derealization and depersonalization, and intrusive thoughts or ruminations of an aggressive nature.

this archetype is connected to hawks, because of them being lone hunters, watching the world from the outside while never being really part of it, feeling disconnected, and fear of being aggressive because of one's intrusive thoughts or ruminations.

🌻

mirian/mirror STPD [👥🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with an odd appearance or behaviour, magical thinking, intense illusions or hallucinations, depersonalization and derealization, overelaborate, vague or generally odd speech and thinking, and negative symptoms such as avolition, anhedonia, flat affect, and alogia.

this archetype is connected to mirrors, because of their quality of reflection, watching oneself and keeping one's eccentricities, while maintaining an outside perspective and feeling like having another person watching you.

🌻

silverian/silver STPD [☄️🪞] : an archetype for a pwSTPD that's associated with appearing aloof, cold or distant, intense paranoia or suspiciousness, social anxiety, negative symptoms such as avolition, anhedonia, flat affect and alogia, and general depressive or anxious features.

this archetype is connected to silver and the colour silver, because of its quality of being cold, dull and grey, but reflective, symbolising looking cold or negative on the outside, but hyperaware and paranoid on the inside.

🌻

the symbols I chose were purely based off vibes: rose for rose gold; hawk for, well, hawks; two people for mirrors; a comet for silver, because of giving off tranquility while burning up when seen up close. I chose the mirror as a symbol for stpd because of the symbolic reflection, eccentricity, and self reference.