#meredith

[corneliaedits]

karma is a cat purring in my lap

[thewardenisonthecase]

Questions for Hawke

Mixed some Act 2 and 3 stuff for the companions so that I didn't have to ask the same thing twice.

The version of this for the HOF and the Inquisitor.

Does Hawke look more like Malcom or Leandra? Do they look like their siblings?

What is Hawke's personality and does it change during the years?

How did Hawke feel about Lothering? Did they like their home?

How did Hawke react when Malcom died?

What was Hawke's relationship like with their family prior to Lothering's destruction? Who are they closest to?

Does Hawke like Gamlen?

Who did Hawke join - the mercenaries or the smugglers? Is there a particular reason for it?

How does Hawke feel about taking care of their family? Do they feel like they're carrying a burden or do they assume the responsbility?

What are their thoughs on Mythal/Flemeth?

What's their first impression of Varric?

During their first year in Kirkwall, did Hawke recruit everyone? And what are their opinions on the whole group?

Who is Hawke closest to in their group?

Is there someone, from the Kirkwall gang or an NPC, that Hawke does not like? Why?

How does Hawke feel about blood magic?

How does Hawke feel about the rising tension between mages and templars?

What happened to Bethany/Carver after the Deep Roads expedition and how does Hawke feel about it?

Does Hawke like the Arishok?

How does Hawke feel about Cullen? Do they like him?

What was Feynriel's fate?

Did Hawke help Aveline get laid married?

Did Hawke help Merrill fix the Eluvian? And did Merrill break the eluvian or is it intact?

How does Hawke feel about the whole Anders-Justice situation?

What are Hawke's thoughts on Fenris and his opinion of mages?

Is Bartrand dead or alive? Did Hawke let Varric keep the red lyrium?

Did Hawke recruit Sebastian? What are their thoughts on him?

How did Hawke feel about learning the truth of Isabela's artifact? Did they feel betrayed or did they understand her?

What were Hawke's thoughts after Leandra is found dead? Did they blame themselves or someone else? How did they grieve?

Did Hawke initiate a relationship with any of their companions? If so, why were they attracted to that companion? Was it a frienship or a rivalry romance?

Did Hawke gain the Arishok's respect? And how did they handle the Qunari invasion?

How does Hawke feel about being the Champion of Kirkwall?

What are Hawke's thoughts on Meredith, Orsino and Elthina?

How does Hawke feel about helping Meredith and Orsino?

How is Hawke's relationship with their love interest after 3 years?

If Bethany/Carver is alive, how is their relationship after so many years like? And how is it after Leandra's death?

What is the fate of Merrill's clan?

How does Hawke feel about Anders behaviour (in regards to him being secretive about the 'potion') in act 3? Are they suspicious of him or are they understanding?

Did Hawke find Charade and how do they feel about discovering a new cousin?

How is Hawke's relationship with Gamlen after all these years?

How does Hawke react to the explosion of the Chantry? How do they feel about Anders's actions and do they kill him or let him live?

Who does Hawke side with - Mages or Templars? And why?

What does Hawke do after they flee Kirkwall (if Viscount, after they are disposed by the templars)?

Do they try to keep contact with the other companions?

How does Hawke react when Varric publishes the Tale of the Champion? Have they read it?

[kamvna]

✧ Knight-Commander Meredith

[evermoredeluxe]

oh meredith you are alive and well <3 (x)

[plasticskeleton]

Cassette Beasts Meredith Fanart

I found a eyestrain art tutorial recently and I thought I'd take a crack at it. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, it felt a lot like throwing random colors at the wall. I've been playing the game recently with my friend, we've been having a lot of fun with it. I HAD to add Meredith to my party the moment I realized I could. Her design is nice and she's pretty relatable too, she was pretty fun to have in my party.

[erika-xero]

REPOSTOBER, DAY 24: the deadly foes (2017)

Knight Commander Meredith and Marian Hawke, the champion of Kirkwall.

Fun story: I met my partner because of this Meredith sketch (and he also did Carver cosplay back in 2016).

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR!!!🚨

I wanna make a list of all the misspellings for Kipperlilly! 😂 I'm hoping to keep updating this as the names continue! But we'll see! 😂🤣💀

"Kipperlilly Copperkettle" (The actual name. Episode 3)

Four Different Dogs (Ally, Episode 3)

A White Family's Fleet of Dogs (Ally, Episode 3)

Four Yorkshire Terriers (Emily, Episode 3)

Kipperlilly Copperpetal (Emily, Episode 3)

Mollykiggins Kippermedley (Ally, Episode 3)

Kipperface Pennybottle (Siobhan, Episode 4)

Kindlesnap Whatsherface (Siobhan, Episode 4)

Kettlechip KrispyKreme (Siobhan, Episode 4)

Kettle KrispyKreme (Ally, Episode 4)

Milkyriver (Ally, Episode 4)

Meredith (Ally, Episode 4)

Biscuit (Ally, Episode 4)

Littledoggy Girlcollar (Ally, Episode 7)

Copperlilly (Ally, Episode 7)

Copperlilly Kittleface (Siobhan, Episode 7)

Copperlilly Kipperpetal (Emily, Episode 7)

Littledoggy Catlitter (Siobhan, Episode 7)

∆Adventuring Party

•Kippersmith (Siobhan, Episode 3)

•Kipperface (Siobhan, Episode 6)

•Whatsherface (Siobhan, Episode 6)

[cullenssweatyballsakk]

I just had an epiphany.

There's a tiktok trend, where people post pictures of them and their father/mother/paternal figures. Typically the parental figure was emotionally absent, a deadbeat, or manipulative/abusive.

No hold on, I'm going somewhere with this.

Cullen and Meredith.

I want to dive deep into their relationship, and how we actually don't see much of it. This is where headcanons come in.

By the time Cullen came to Kirkwall, he was traumatized, mentally broken, and grieving not only his friends in the circle, but his parents that died during the blight. Now let me explain where I'm going.

I have a theory.

A game theory, if you will.

I believe that Cullen, in his broken state, began to idolize Meredith, and view her as a mentor at least, and a sort of maternal figure at most. I believe somewhere in-between.

Meredith was cruel to the mages, treating them unfairly and making many mages tranquil for small offenses. Cullen most likely saw this as justified, because of the trauma he went through in Kinloch Hold and how he viewed mages as 'non human'. Meredith saw how full of hatred he was, and how he idolized her heavy-handed punishments. She played into his fears, feeding him skewed beliefs. She wanted him to feel his hatred, and to let it consume him as it did her. As long as he was full of hate, angry, hurt and traumatized, he would be a perfect pawn to enact her bidding.

So she favored him, almost like a favorite 'son'. She promoted him quickly, and made him her right-hand man. In reality, she didn't give much of a fuck about him. She only cared about him because he was useful. Maybe in her own way, she cared about him, but probably not much.

Cullen thinking so highly of her is probably why her red Lyrium poisoning went unnoticed for so long. He didn't want to have any doubt in his mind about Meredith. To him, she was 100% right, and after all he's seen, he probably wouldn't have been able to handle her being wrong.

He most likely thought that the sheer numbers of blood mages was why Meredith became more and more strict, without realizing the reason as to why there were so many blood mages. The vice grip is that Meredith had on the Kirkwall circles balls was why the mages there began to resort to blood magic. They were tired of being harassed and beaten, which Meredith allowed under her supervision.

Okay thanks for coming to my ted talk

[blushily]

Lady Meredith!

Noble and strict, Meredith puts success above all else and strives for improvement to her own strength and weaknesses. Never afraid to take matters into her own hands for the sake of what she believes in. Calculated, yet immovable.

She's had some creative endeavors such as being an Artist; She enjoys drawing/painting portraits of others, and hand-crafting things such as flower wreaths, or even weapons for example. Lady Meredith was also the primary caretaker of Elizabeth when she was younger.

[hotter-than-hell-rewrite]

(Art by @stillwaitin76)

FINALLY! Here’s our new banner, with the new gang. And because all of you have been so patient…

Here’s a sneak peek of the first chapter!

ALSO! We’re gonna include illustrations for the chapters. And if anyone wants to help with these illustrations/doodles, feel free to dm us or join the discord server in the pinned post!

[saspyyy]

💀 friendly witch 💀

[pekopaiko]

Meredith from Strinova

*POCKET SAND ATTACK!*

[anora-mac-tired]

It's kinda fucked how the seekers know to learn the templar abilities through meditation (and subsequent spirit mind touching) but yet , the Templar Order is still training its members through lyrium. Essentially they are using this as a way to have an army on a leash, and would explain the absolute crack head behaviour of the templars in Inquisition, because lyrium use is known to cause paranoia and other mental damage

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Don't flinch

Matthew meets a sister. Dominick distracts Melissa. Heavy angst.

"Does it look okay?" Matthew asked for the umpteenth time. He knew he was being annoying, but normally he didn't care about wearing the right clothes so he also didn't know how to wear them right.

Isaiah didn't sigh, just patiently looked him again, setting his hands on Matthew's shoulders. "You look great. Deep breaths."

There was one more pause, and that searching look meant a way out. He was asking Matt if he truly wanted to go, if he was ready.

Matt was crawling out of his skin. At this point, he wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement. Usually, he didn't get sick from nerves, but his shadow was wiggling and trembling around him and the buzzing activity made his stomach churn.

"Could you...could you roll it down?" Matt asked, not meeting Isaiah's gaze.

The other wolf's expression closed up immediately. "No."

"Please?"

A longer pause. "No. You are not losing a part of yourself to meet them."

Matthew gulped down. Wasn't fair. The shadow was the least of his concerns. Heck, he would cut off his arm if it reassured his sisters. If they could see him instead of the preinstalled fear.

The fear he put there.

Isaiah looked at his wristwatch. "Almost time."

Apparently, Dominick reserved a whole private lobby used to watch movie premiers at the cinema. They weren't to come on time, but exactly late, so he would have time to distract Melissa and Matthew could meet whoever else she brought today.

Isaiah tried explaining who Dominick was and how much he could be trusted, but Matthew zoned out before the guy's last name dropped.. His decision to meet his sisters, all of them or one by one, any chance, any time, any opportunity, overshadowed everything else.

Matthew let Isaiah go first, balling his hands into fists at his side. He could do this. He was alright now. He wouldn't freak out, he was in control, trained, tired enough from his everyday workouts and a few extra rounds. And Isaiah would be there, stepping in if it needed to be.

But Isaiah was the one who taught him how to make himself tired, how to release the tension and aggressive energy of his shadow. And if the shadow had anything to do with his soul, his heart, his feelings, then it couldn't fail him around his sisters, right?

Not this time.

...

"If you wanted to eat, why did you arrange a meeting at the cinema?" Melissa asked, raising a quizzical red eyebrow.

Dominick was honestly a little disappointed she didn't dress up a bit more for him. But she was still beautiful. Red hair ran in the family, but each sister had a bit different shade. Melissa's was the most fire-like and reached down her back almost to her waist. He also liked her blue eyes. Piercing and focused, going well with that unimpressed crook of her mouth and a small, cute nose.

"I wanted to show off, I guess," Dominick said with a wide smile that usually worked charms on colleagues, secretaries and women alike. Somewhere between honesty and teasing, telling the truth with a smile that could take it back.

Melissa didn't look approving, but she still sat down at the table, the thick black curtain separating their table from the movie sounds in the other room.

"It's cozier like this, isn't it?" He owned the cinema they were in and they were playing a movie he produced.

Melissa studied the appetizers. There were little bread bites and crackers with vegetables, sushi selection and chips.

"I already know what you do," Melissa finally said, selecting some pieces on her plate, but not eating any. "You mentioned it a couple zillion times, when you had dinner with my mother." She glanced up at him. "What I don't understand is why."

Dominick let his grin linger while he poured the champagne. "Would you like me to spell it out?"

Melissa huffed. "You truly have time to arrange dates for yourself? I thought you were busier than this."

"I make time for what's important." He offered her the glass.

She eyed it critically before taking it. "I will have to disappoint you. I'm not interested in romance."

Dominick offered his glass to click it with hers until she complied. "That's actually convenient for me. I'm not interested in romance either."

It was satisfying to see her shock.

...

When they walked in, the ads already ended and the opening titles were running.

Isaiah stayed behind at the tables, trying to look like he wasn't looking. Matthew appreciated the pretense.

The lobby was empty and there weren't that many seats, but they were large and comfortable for that. He walked quietly, peering at the rows.

She didn't sit at the back, where the best view would have been. She didn't pick the highest place. No, Meredith picked a place at the center of the first row, legs crossed, arms leaned on each side. Taking space and eating popcorn, already laughing in that mocking way, when something was funny to her when it shouldn't be.

Matthew froze at the sight. For 10 minutes, he could just stare at her. Maddie wasn't here, which was a shame. Melissa wasn't, which was a relief. And it would likely be the most complicated to get to Marcie.

But he hadn't seen Meredith in 4 years. She was all grown, 18 now. Her hair was longer now, with little braids woven in. Large circle earrings glittered with every tilt of her head.

Matthew wanted to turn on his heel and run. He wanted to watch just a little longer, mesmerized. How bad was it he wanted to come closer? How selfish...or how good?

Was he allowed to get closer just because he wanted to? What if she got scared?

Come to think of it, what if she didn't? What if she got angry? She had that kind of explosive energy about her, the sort he saw on young wolves or hyped rivals in a fighting ring.

He picked a seat in the first row. The last one, the corner seat. He could watch from there but also easily disappear. Meredith could notice him, but she could also pretend she didn't.

...

"You want to make a deal?" Melissa repeated. Her voice jumped higher, but he wasn't sure if she was offended or disturbed or just disbelieving.

"I want to be straightforward with you," Dominick corrected. The stylishly waved side bang on his left fell into his face as he leaned back in his chair. "You got things that I want and I have things to offer. So why not?"

"You are impossible," Melissa said, but mirrored his movement. Good sign. "Like a business transaction, Jesus."

"I have a nose for those," Dominick said with a wink. He straightened in his seat, taking a more serious tone. "Look. I have money, and I obviously know how to make it. You will have a comfortable life. My wife won't have to work a day in her life and will be provided with luxury, freedom and resources. Plus, I'm very handsome." She could hardly get a better guy than him, but he didn't want to say she could do a lot worse.

Melissa burst into a laugh at the last part, then covered her lips with her palm. "Oh my god. I can't believe you."

Dominick shrugged it off. "You have ties to the Blackwells. You will catapult me into wolf deals. You can do whatever you want, I'm not demanding."

She crossed her arms on her chest. "Uhm. Just my name and my genes. Just so you know, I'm not interested in being someone's breeding cow."

There was a slight crease in her tone. Something deeper and more sensitive underneath the nonchalant sharpness.

He put his hands in the air in surrender. "I don't care about that at all. You can do whatever you like. I'm just proposing a mutually beneficial arrangement. Do you want more freedom from pack life and your mother? Got you covered. You want to overthrow her? Got your covered as well."

Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint appearing like sunlight caught at the edge of a knife. "What could you possibly know about my mother?"

"I don't like to assume," his voice softened a little and he let his gaze drop, "but you don't look exactly happy to me running her errands for her. Or at least it looks bizarre on the outside, being micromanaged to such a degree." He shrugged again, lighting his tone. "Whatever suits your fancy though."

"Whatever you think you know is wrong and I won't confirm anything either."

"It's not that hard to recognize an angry girl far away from her ideal life. I can give you freedom."

She scoffed. "I don't need your freedom. I need my sisters safe. That's not something you can give me."

"Is that what's holding you back?" Dominick took a bite from the bread with the ridiculously orange topping. "Cause I'm telling you. If it's resources and tools you lack, I can provide that. If it's the resolve to do something..." he finished the bread, licking his fingers, "that's on you."

Melissa's hand slammed against the table. "Don't you dare judge me. You with your comfortable life, who wouldn't understand-"

"I don't understand," Dominick agreed, matching her anger with extra calmness, "I only know this. Inaction is way worse than any mistake you can make."

She bit her lip, dropping back against the chair.

He ate quietly while she glared into the opposite corner, feeling the conflict brewing in her. Her temper surprised him a little. And she didn't seem weak or inactive. There was a lot of things he didn't know yet.

It intrigued him.

"How do I know you can be trusted?" Melissa said suddenly. "That you won't side with mother over me?"

Dominick leaned his chin on his palm. "Oh, that's easy. I don't believe in loyalty. Or principles. That's for losers to comfort themselves with. I only do wins. If your mother offers more, I will side with her." He waited a beat. "Or your brother."

Matthew was the oldest wolf son of the leader. He had a claim on the Blackwell pack if he wanted to fight for it. It was unusual enough, that a witch was leading them now.

Or maybe Matthew and Melissa would align and get rid of their mother. If she was the kind of narcissistic, dominant, and controlling nightmare Dominick guessed her to be from their meetings, that would make a lot of sense. And if Isaiah backed them up...

When he watched Melissa, he thought he could guess what kind of person she was. At wolf events, she held herself high-strung, coiled in fear and resentment, talking through her teeth. Around her mother, she looked resigned, defeated, and sapped out of strength. She was so much smaller. Around her sisters, she rose up like a rose after a rain, energized and fight-ready.

She was the oldest sibling carrying their mother's attention to protect the younger ones. And she stayed because there was no saving the witchling from her role. She could only bear it with her.

"Go make a deal with mother, then," Melissa muttered darkly.

Dominick rolled his eyes. "If you were my wife, that would be different. Your interest would become my interest. And right now, I see a lot more potential in you than in your mother."

Melissa frowned, then smiled, a bitter, defensive sight. "And what if I say no?"

Dominick smiled right back. Did she think he would threaten her or something? "I will accept it. I can only offer what I have and wait for your decision. But to be honest? If you say no—I won't lose any sleep over it."

...

Meredith didn't seem to react or notice his presence.

But she held herself more still after he sat down. Even through the noise of the movie, Matthew could hear her heartbeat pick up.

After a quarter of the movie passed, she got up...and sat one seat closer to him.

Matthew held himself rigidly, like the last wall of a collapsing house. He only remembered to breathe when his lungs started to burn.

When he gathered a bit more courage, he moved one seat closer too.

They danced around each other in the dark. Slow but steady, carefully waiting for the other's next move.

Three-quarters in, she sat in a double seat next to him. Inching closer with every breath, though she didn't look at him. He only allowed himself quick glances in her direction, monitoring her reactions.

Meredith's heartbeat figured out a steady rhythm, slightly elevated, but it didn't change anymore.

What did mother tell her about him? What about Melissa? How much did she fear him for herself, and how much from them? What was her worst memory? Her best?

Was there a good one at all?

Her hand landed on the armrest. Palm open.

Matthew stared at it like it was a talking snake. Absurd and miraculous at once.

He didn't dare take her hand. But he managed to put his arm next to hers. Almost touching, but leaving the last move to her. He watched her movements so carefully his head started to pound.

The rustle of paper made him jump.

Meredith tossed the popcorn into his lap. She didn’t look at him. But she said:

“Well. Aren’t you gonna say hi?”

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Leverage 4x15- "The Lonely Hearts Job"

[dragonagecinema]

My absolute favorite weapon as a mage in Dragon Age The Veilguard was Meredith's Legacy 😍

As a huge fan of Meredith in DA2, I went against the advice from the description, and I'm happy I did so, as this weapon was a game changer for my Rook ❤️