#oc: magda hawke

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new hawke. new hawke. her name's Magda and she is MY babygirl

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OC Archive Rundown

Primary

Sloane Amell - Hero of Ferelden - Morrigan & Leliana Romance - Circle Mage - Old God Ending

Minerva Hawke - Champion of Kirkwall - Isabela Romance - Force Mage - Carver Survived (Warden Path) - Saved the Mages & Spared Anders

Fox Trevelyan - Inquisitor - Dorian Romance - Knight Enchanter - Mage Ally - Befriended Solas

Malik Laidir - Champion of the Fade - Lord of Fortune - Neve Romance - Reaper Warrior - Stand & Fight Ending - Adopted son of Minerva and Isabela

Secondaries

Ameera Laidir - Grey Warden - Shieldmaster - Died at Weisshaupt - Sister of Malik

Ellis Ingellvar - Champion of the Fade - Mournwatcher - Bellara Romance - Death Caller Mage - Trick Ending

Diana Shepard - Spacer War Hero - Liara Romance - Paragade Soldier - Perfect Destroy Ending

Awaiting Image

Samuel Shepard - Ruthless Spacer - Miranda Romance - Paragade Vanguard - Destroy Ending

Magda "Mags" Aeducan - Hero of Ferelden - Leliana & Alistair Romance - Two-Handed Warrior - Died Killing the Archdemon

Earl Hawke - Champion of Kirkwall - Dorian Romance - Rogue - Saved the Mages - No Surviving Sibling

Callahan "Callie" Trevelyan - Inquisitor - Josephine Romance - Reaver Warrior - Mage Ally - Enemy of Solas

Quinn Aldwir - Champion of the Fade - Veil Jumper - Davrin & Lucanis Romance - Evoker Mage - Trick Ending

Anna Amell - Champion of the Fade - Antivan Crow - Unknown Romance - Rogue - Stand & Fight Ending - Daughter of Sloane/Leliana/Morrigan

Halyah - Elven Godwoken - Elemental Archer - Lohse Romance - Spread Divinity to All and Rejected the Throne

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dwight Fairfield/David King Characters: Dwight Fairfield, David King (Dead by Daylight), Nea Karlsson, OC - Character, Survivor OC - Character, Magda 'Mags' Bishop (OC), Kenneth "Jeffrey Hawk" Chase | The Clown Additional Tags: Oneshot, Fluff, Dorks in Love, First Kiss, Trials, uhhh, what else, I'm Bad At Tagging, I Will Go Down With This Ship, just let them be happy dammit, we wrote this for ourselves but y'all can read it if you want Summary:

A bloke like David is used to being left behind when things get heated. When it means his mates get out safe, he has no complaints. But this time, Dwight refuses to let that happen. [Just a dumb little thing we wrote for fun, feat. our Survivor OC.]

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Can we get some wholesome headcanons about your Dragon Age OCs and their LIs? :')

Hell yeah you can! Have a collection:

- Maddie Brosca picks up anything she finds that she finds beautiful. Feathers, pebbles, interesting bits of bark, flowers. When Leliana mentions Andraste’s grace for the first time, Maddie sprints across camp to grab her collection, and returns to Leliana, holding out her scrapbook. And there it is, a beautiful white-gold flower, carefully pressed between the pages.

- Dalton Hawke keeps chickens in the garden of the Hawke estate and bakes using the eggs. He always makes more than the Hawke household can eat, so that he can take it (and any surplus eggs) down to Anders’ clinic. Over those three years of pining, he spent many evenings helping Anders hand out the food to the patients and refugees, and gently persuading Anders to save some for himself (’You don’t eat enough, Anders. These people need you healthy and well, and so do I.’)

- Not a pairing headcanon but a best friend headcanon: Sten braids and ties up Sophina Cousland’s hair every morning before they leave camp. He insists it’s because she takes too long to do it herself. She knows better.

- Elera Lavellan, being a Dreamer, told Blackwall not long after they got together that she could prevent his frequent nightmares. Not wanting her to see the things he dreamed of - things that would make it clear to her who he was and what he’d done - he refused. After Revelations, however, he agrees - and with her gently nudging his dreams onto gentler paths, he finds himself enjoying truly restful sleep for the first time in years.

Tysm for asking!

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11 and/or 16 for roslyn & gwyddien!

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ROSLYN TREVELYAN:

16. a conversation between your oc and their best friend

Roslyn rolled drunkenly against Dorian’s shoulder, not really knowing when or how she got there, but knowing despite herself that she would be anchored there for the rest of the night. He smelled of something expensively smoky; like sandlewood’s more perfumed cousin, perhaps, or the precise scent of the blood magic in Minrathous.

Did blood magic have a scent? Probably.

“You know,” she slurred, the words running together in her mouth like soup. Her eyes crossed, nose wrinkling, and she tried again. “You know--- I think you’re my favourite cousin.”

Dorian hummed, refilling his glass with an only-slightly unsteady hand. “I don’t think we’re cousins, technically.”

“We’re not?” Roslyn blew a raspberry, which was the kind of thing Madam Magda would have thwacked her over the knuckles for once, but Madam Magda was long-since gone. “Then what are we?”

He tilted his head, squinting up at something she couldn’t see. Trevelyan genealogy lessons didn’t go back near so many generations as Pavus ones did, apparently, but either the alcohol or the depth seemed to make his recall less than perfect. 

“I think...” One hand rose to trace over his moustache, and for a moment, he looked for all the world like some great philosopher, puzzling over the secrets of the universe. “Let’s see. Your father was...”

“Allgar.”

“All-- Allgar?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Allgar,” he muttered again, shaking his head. “What isn’t wrong with that? You southerners, honestly...” 

When he turned to look at her, his chin knocked a bruise right into her forehead, and she whined, raising a hand to rub it away.

“Sorry,” he said again, wincing and massaging his chin. “Right. And his father was?”

“Uh---” She paused. She knew her grandsire’s name. She did. It was right on the tip of--- “Eadric. Eadric Trevelyan.”

Dorian hummed again, like that had been the last puzzle-piece he needed to complete the entire picture. Still, it was a while before he spoke again; Roslyn finished another glass of sweetwine, and was pouring another when he cried,

“A-ha! Right. Yes. Of course.”

“Hm?”

“We would be... I think I’m your very distant uncle, actually.”

“My uncle?”

He grinned. “Your uncle.”

“But---” Roslyn drew herself upright, feeling quite thoroughly... something. Thwarted, perhaps? Feelings were a little difficult to grasp, as things were. “But you’re only three years older than me!”

“I’m your uncle, Roslyn. Now do show me some respect, and buy the next round?”

(gwyddie under the cut)

GWYDDIEN HAWKE:

16. a conversation between your oc and their best friend

When Varric looks back on Hawke, on that decade between them that had spun so bright and red and warm, like blood across the sand, this is what he remembers best:

He was sitting on her bed the night that her mother died, because she hadn’t asked him to be there, but she’d needed him to. Whether she admitted it or not, and she never would, and Varric knew she never would, because he’d written characters like her before, and he’d write a thousand more modeled on her in the future.

That’s the hero, for you. They drown in their own blood, because it’s tragic, because it’s beautiful, and because that’s what people want in their heroes.

Except it didn’t look very beautiful on Hawke. Which was new, because almost everything else did.

Her eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed, and there was a scarlet stain under her nose --- when they’d found Leandra, she screamed so long and so loud the sewers had almost come down around them, her magic digging its heels into Kirkwall’s bones and pulling.

She was too dazed to clean it herself, so he grumbled and wet a handkerchief, swiping it under her nose. “C’mon, Hawke, snap out of it. Am I gonna have to feed you next? Take you to the chamberpot and back?”

Hawke snorted, her unsteady eyes taking their time in passing to his. “Are you saying you wouldn’t?” Her voice was hoarse, like broken glass; Varric winced to hear it. “For shame, Varric. Some friend you are.”

He scoffed, because what else could he do? “I never said that. I’m not wiping for you though, Hawke. Someone has to draw the line.”

She laughed again, reedy and creaking and wet. “Right. ‘Course. Thanks, Varric.”

“You’re welcome,” he sighed, fluffing one of her pillows and leaning back against it. “You know, your bed really isn’t all that comfortable.”

“You don’t have to stay, hairy.”

“Yeah, I do,” Varric stated, soft, trying to look at her like he wasn’t scared --- for the first time --- that she was going to fall apart, and he wouldn’t be able to put her back together. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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im in the train so im gonna post the Magda/Merrill writing drabble i made during this ride so far. most of it under the cut xoxo

Metallic.

A smell Merrill could recognise miles away, the metallic smell of blood. Magda’s blood had a scent stronger than others, perhaps due to the draconic blood she had ritually consumed to become a reaver.

Perhaps it was ironic to cure a wound Merrill herself had created. In the heat of a battle against an ogre, Magda was more than eager to offer her blood to help defeat it.

“Stop squirming, ma vhenan.” Merrill scolds, though the words held no bite, wrapping a bandage tightly around Magda’s forearm. Magda huffed softly, looking at Merrill with a look that could almost be described as vulnerable.

Though she did stop squirming.

Merrill let the silence hang in the air, the only sound the crackling fireplace in Magda’s room, focused on taking care of her love first and foremost.

“Anders could do this quicker, you know.” Merrill says quietly.

Magda says nothing for a moment, before meeting Merrill’s gaze. “I trusted you to inflict this wound, I’m trusting you to fix it.”

The words may not be overtly romantic, but Merrill feels a blush creeping across her face nonetheless. She utters a soft ‘Right’, finishing up the bandaging.

Magda ever so softly reaches out a hand, cradling one of Merrill’s cheek in her palm. She leans forward to press a soft kiss against Merrill’s forehead. “Thank you.”

After a moment, the warrior pulled herself away, standing up to remove the bandana that seemed to always cover her left eye. Merrill felt privileged, to be among the only people to see Magda’s face as it was.

Damaged, burned. Merrill saw beauty in that damage, a beauty she knew Magda couldn’t see.

“Melanada sheli, ma vhenan.” Merrill whispers when Magda turned to face her again, a small smirk spreading on her face.

“That’s mean. I don’t know what that means.” Magda whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Merrill’s cheek.

Merrill giggles, wrapping her arms around Magda’s neck. She gently ran a finger in circles on the skin in between Magda’s shoulders. “Of course you don’t. If I give you compliments in elvhen it doesn’t give you a chance to disagree with me.”

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MAGDA I MISS YOUUUU

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also dai magda. Looks closer to her design than it did in da2 SO SHE’S REAL!!!!

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magda and merrill. The brainworms in that one are real. Does anyone else feel insane about blood mage x reaver and the blood aspect of it all

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magda is my hawke i Make Different choices with. i’m thinking so many thoughts. kill that blonde man 🗣️

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2, 6, 8, 12, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20, 21, 22, 25, 27, 31, 32, 35, 38, 42, ABF for my friend MAGDA! But also anyone else you would like if you are so inclined

MAGDA BLAST WAGHHHHH [ask game]

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Not easy at all. She has a very specific sense of humor that is hard to tickle for most. She thinks Bethany, Isabela, Fenris and Merrill are funny. Huge blow to Varric who tries to be funny a lot

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Her stand on this probably depends on like the day but usually it is "Laws are flexible if you pretend they're not there"

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Malcolm used to be pretty tough on her, she was always told to stop slouching, stop slacking off, stand straighter and focus. Any second of rest and god forbid fun was time Bethany could get taken by Templars

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Depends on the spot, if it's on her back she rubs her back against a wall/tree/etc like a bear would do. If there are no good rub-able surfaces, Merrill or Fenris have to scratch it.

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Everything she says is thought of in the moment, she's blunt and only think things like apologies through first. But regular conversation? PFft. Hear her unfiltered thoughts boy

16. What makes their stomach turn?

Fire. Which, was great, with fire-based Bethany. No but due to what she experienced during Ostagar, the burning she got from it, fire is something she cannot stand in large amounts. The fireplace and candles are… fine. But anything outside of that, no no.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

Magda isn’t easily embarrassed at all, a lot of things that happen to her that could be considered embarrassing she doesn’t give a fuck about at all. She’s chill like that

18. What embarrasses them?

When Leandra tries to show her off/set her up with another noble. Like. “Oh my daughter is the strongest warrior in Hightown, she fights bandits every day to keep the streets clean blah blah blah” and it makes her go full red

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Familial love is the warmth of home after a day in the rain, a cup of tea after work, it’s warm and simple and seemingly always there.

Platonic love is similar to familial love and usually is there more often than it. Companionship between friends keeps her going a lot more often than her family does (if not counting beth)

Romantic love is like a storm. It is the most beautiful thing to witness and be in, yet lighting can strike right at the heart. Unpredictable and deadly, yet so, so beautiful.

21. Why do they get up in the morning? 

To do better than the day before.

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

Magda becomes so so so so possessive. Like if Merrill ever gets flirted with by some random person she is walking over and just hugging her from behind muttering things like “Hello, my love. Did I tell you how much I love you being mine?” all the while staring daggers at whoever DARED to approach her loved one with such intentions

25.  What are their thoughts on marriage? 

Used by nobles for power

27.  What causes them to feel dread? 

Ironically, the idea of being married. Not because she opposes the idea of being with someone in a committed relationship for a long period of time, but the way it traps her with rules. Marriage is a complex contract that she doesn’t wish to do anything with, the thought of it making her dreadful.

31. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?  

“Y’know what young spiders are called? Arach-kids.”

32. Could they be considered lazy? 

No she’s overworked always and is going to continue doing this until DAI

35.  How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

She’s supportive!!! She enjoys her yapper friends and all their interests!!!! ALL THEIR ACCOMPLISHMENTS MEAN EVERYTHING TO HER

38. What memory do they revisit the most often? 

Pranking Templars with Beth and Carver when she was 15 and they were 10, setting their clothes on fire with both magic-fire and normal fire. It was the most fun they had without Malcolm reprimanding them.

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

SO so bad. At some point she doesn't even know what her goal is, it used to be to let Bethany live a hopeful, peaceful life. Then it became protecting Kirkwall. Then she doesn't know anymore, she just needs to succeed. She can't rest until she succeeds.

A) Why are you excited about this character?

BECAUSE SHE IS ISSUES GEORGE. SHE IS LITERALLY AN ANGRY AND DIRECT OVERWORKED SOFTIE AND I NEED HER TO BE KNOWN

B) What inspired you to create them?

like. i was talking about the ultimate da experiences (for me) few months back and i mentioned red female hawke being on that list. red female hawke is still so good

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

EXCITEMENT AND PRIDE BABY SHE IS SO FUCKED UP I NEED HER TO REST TEN BUSINESS DAYS AT LEAST 10000 YEAR AT MOST. I LOVE HER AND I NEED HER SO BAD. I MEAN WHAT

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Im so obsessed with Magda already btw. things a cool design does to you

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unsure what this says about me specifically but ocs + their partners for height difference purposes

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also obviously i’ll be making my wardens and hawkes first in the cc. OBVIOUSLY. we need high quality darevas emira and tavish. we also need high quality chloe and magda

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i havent talked enough about magda killing anders. how do you even properly fucking mention that the man you’ve been supporting, the man you’ve been calling friend for years—- the person that so closely resembles your father and feels like family to you— did something that made you kill him. Not that it bothers Magda at all Magda is strong and has no feelings except for rage like lego batman

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Hm i also have a things for the loss of sight this OC round