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[theherocomplex]

#7 Hawke/Fenris 🙂

routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing

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Fenris wakes before the sun, when the only noises are birdsong and the distant roar of the river as it flows around the bend. All is grey, the air heavy and languid, and when he rolls onto his side to reach for Hawke, he finds her half of the bed empty.

The old habits are taking their sweet time to die; he makes an effort not to sit up and go through the whole house looking for her. He lets the quiet gloom comfort him, along with the knowledge if there were cause for worry, he would have known about it long before Hawke could have gone chasing it down.

Or she might have surprised him, and learned something of stealth. The thought’s alarming enough to drive him from his warm cocoon of blankets and into the chilly air. His fault for leaving the windows open all night — he prefers to be cold to sleep, and Hawke prefers to make use of his body heat — and now he shivers through hunting down yesterday’s trousers before stepping into the dark hallway.

He does know how to move without sound, but the house still creaks with each footfall, and every window rattles at the slightest breeze. A half-year of repairs have only broken the surface of what needs to be done, but the house is livable at last, and he’ll never be bored, with so much yet to do.

Boredom? With Hawke? Unlikely, even without a house threatening to fall apart around our ears.

As he walks the short hallway, he pauses before each partly-open door, listening for any noise that requires his attention. But all is quiet, even grey-faced Nettle snoring at the threshold of the door closest to their bedroom. He bends to scratch her ruff, but gets no more than an ear flick for his troubles.

The front door opens as he passes. Orana steps inside, as silent as he is, a basket of eggs over one arm and a fistful of herbs in her free hand. She doesn’t jump when she sees him, simply ducks her head and slips toward the kitchen with a faint, swift-fading smile.

“Mistress is in her workroom,” she whispers as she goes.

Fenris nods, though Orana has already passed the threshold into her domain, where she will peaceably rule over bread and eggs and soup for the entire household. If she misses the vast kitchen of the Kirkwall estate, with its cold pantries and two ovens, she’s never mentioned it.

His stomach rumbles at the thought of bread, but he bypasses the kitchen for Hawke’s workroom — a closet with delusions of grandeur, and no more, but as the kitchen is Orana’s kingdom, this is Hawke’s, and every inch of it has been made hers.

Long before he knocks on the door, he feels the telltale whisper of her magic. If he had a more subtle sight, he’s sure he could see the whorls of her power sliding over the wood, for Hawke’s magic is a living thing, and has taken root in this tattered little cottage like Orana’s herbs in the front garden.

His skin prickles. An old distrust rises in his chest — a mage, too much, be wary — sour and ashen as it tries to climb his throat, but as far as it concerns Hawke, this is simply one more habit long in the breaking.

He knocks, then opens the door without waiting.

Hawke sits with one leg tucked beneath her, the other drawn close to her chest. She’s pinned her hair in a knot at the top of her head, and in testament to her concentration, half of it has escaped to curl around her cheeks.

“Good morning, love,” she says, without looking up from her fragile scales. “If you sneeze and ruin all my good work, I’ll dunk you in the pond.”

“I would not dream of it.” He leans against the doorframe, laughing silently at himself as his eyes, predictably, find where her nightdress has ridden up her thighs. “It’s too early to be at work. Come back to bed.”

“Orana’s already up.” Hawke picks up a single dry leaf, just the size of her palm, and places it on the scale. “And I couldn’t sleep, after — oh, ass and balls, am I really that far off?”

“Orana is the most productive member of this household. Don’t try to measure up to her.”

Hawke looks up long enough to wrinkle her nose at him. “I feel vaguely insulted. Now, are you going to seduce me back to bed in earnest, or should I keep working?”

Fenris has his reply ready — an earnest seduction is the only correct answer; Hawke’s potions and elixirs can wait — but a faint cry catches his attention, and Hawke’s. She straightens up, elfroot powdering from her hands as she chafes them together, but Fenris waves her back to her seat.

“I’ll go. It is my turn, after all.”

“You and this turn business,” she says, with a smile, already hunting along her worktable for a clean vial. When he slips into the workroom, she tilts her face up for a fleeting kiss without pausing in her search.

He lingers long enough to breathe her in — sleepy warmth still clings to her, along with the smell of honey and sunlight — and then he turns back to the hallway, where the cry has grown steadily more insistent.

She has not yet reached the point of tears by the time he enters the room, but it is a close thing. A red face, half-hidden under redder curls, scowls at him between the bars of the crib, though a smile soon breaks through the storm.

“Everyone is an early riser today, I see.” Fenris lifts her from the crib and settles her against his chest. She clucks sleepily and nestles her head against his shoulder, her breath damp against his neck. “I suppose I should be grateful you gave us most of the night.”

His daughter huffs and tries to push her entire fist into her mouth. He rescues her hand, only to surrender his own fingers to the cause.

“All right, then. Shall we go see the garden?”

She is half-asleep again already. Quiet as he can, Fenris carries her out the front door and onto the narrow porch, to watch the sun finally edge above the horizon. Just out of sight, the river Hafter plunges on toward the sea; on its journey, it will pass Vigil’s Keep, and a half dozen estates, and the city of Amaranthine itself.

None of these things concern him any longer. The day may come when they return to Kirkwall — that, of all place, still holds some claim as home — but for now, the world is this cottage, and its farm, and the little village three miles down the road. Anything beyond that sphere could drop out of existence, for all he cares. What he has now he can hold in both arms, and it is all he ever wanted.

“It’ll rain later,” says Hawke from the doorway. She’s put on her robe, the last of the wine and blood reds she wore so often in Kirkwall, now faded and patched a dozen times over. “Or so my senses tell me. Good for the garden, and the well —”

“— but not for the ceiling.” He shifts their daughter to his opposite arm and holds Hawke tight against his side. “The day’s tasks seem to decide themselves.”

“They do indeed.” Hawke stands on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Look at you two. She looks more like you every day.”

Fenris peers down at the sleeping face resting on his shoulder. He does not see any echoes of his own features in hers, save for the dark brows and warm skin; he always sees Hawke, in the shape and color of her eyes, in her quick, bright laughter.

But she is beautiful, this impossible dream they made between them, one night in Starkhaven, nearly two years ago. A child — his child, and Hawke’s.

He shuts his eyes for a moment, too full for words. Hawke understands, as she always does, and simply presses closer, warm and steady, until the sharpest pangs are over.

A vixen slips quietly out of the treeline, a shock of color in the still-grey morning. She sniffs the air, the long brush of her tail switching at the high grass, while two kits tumble at her feet. Her eyes seem to find his for a moment, but her kits soon distract her, and she leads them back into the woods without a backward glance.

Fenris wishes her well, wherever she goes.

[servantofclio]

14 hawke/Varric

You and @coppermarigolds gave me the same prompt for the same pairing about three minutes apart. Great minds, I guess? :)

14. is “Close your eyes”

“Of course it had to be giant spiders again,”Varric said with a sigh.

“I don’t know what you’re complainingabout,” Hawke returned. “You weren’t the one getting up close and personal withthem.”

“Believe me, I got as close as I needed tobe, Hawke.”

“It’s true, though,” Merrill put in. “WhenHawke goes in to stab them, she gets all covered in guts and ichor.”

“See? Merrill knows I’m right.”

Theytrudged down a path along the Wounded Coast, the sea crashing against the cliffto their right and the craggy highlands of the coastlands to their left.Aveline marched in front, ignoring the bickering of the rest of them. She wasthoroughly splashed in spider gore herself, though her shield had taken theworst of it. Hawke, without any protection, was soaked head to toe in thingsshe preferred not to think about. Merrill and Varric still had webbing in theirhair and a few artful splashes of blood and ichor, but nothing like Hawke. Shefelt sticky all over, and her armor creaked.

“I wasn’t saying anything about who got themost dirty,” Varric said.

“Which was undoubtedly me,” Hawke said.

“They’re not any more fun from a distance.”

“Oh really?” Hawke turned around and walkeddown the path backwards so she could glare at Varric while she did. “You don’tthink it’s maybe a little easier to stand back there shooting away with Biancathan it is to get right up next to them? They’ve got pinchy mandible things,Varric.” She splayed out her hands on either side of her face to demonstrate,wiggling her fingers ominously. “And all those legs. And chitin.”

“I’m fully aware of the chitin, Hawke.”

“I have to hit them just so to get thedagger in, Varric.”

“Yeah, I have to aim just so, too, Hawke,”Varric said, staring back at her with raised eyebrows.

“Be careful, Hawke,” Merrill said.

“I’m always careful,” she said, just as astone turned under her heel and she staggered on the narrow, sloping path, herarms flailing. “I’m fine!’ she said, regaining her balance. She held her armsout on either side of herself, palms out. “Everything’s under control.”

“Everything would be if you’d walk facingforward like a normal person,” Aveline said, long-suffering.

Hawkewalked backward a few more paces just to prove she could do it before turningaround. Behind her, Merrill and Varric snickered.

Hawkewas being ridiculous. She knew that. She couldn’t evenremember why, exactly. Except for the obvious utterly disgusting stuff she wascoated in, making her leathers stiff and chafe-y and smelling none toopleasant, either, and — oh, right! Something about Varric’s incessantcomplaining. Always groaning about being out and about and taken on adventures,like he wouldn’t be bored if she didn’t drag him out of the Hanged Man once ina while.

Theyreached the end of the slope. Hawke’s eyedrifted toward the bit of sandy shore below, where a shallow inlet curledinward, protected from the might of the sea beyond. “I need a bath,” she said.

“You can get one back in Kirkwall,” Avelinesaid.

“It’ll take us hours to hike back. Thisstuff is soaking into my pores, Aveline. It could poison me, and then wherewould you be?”

“Without a lot of complications, I’mthinking,” Aveline said.

Butshe stopped as Hawke turned off on the even narrower path that led down to theshore, and the others trailed along as well.

“A dip might be nice,” Merrill said.

“In cold salt water?” Varric said withdisgust.

“Some of us are hardy folk, used toroughing it,” Hawke said, already unbuckling her armor. “Not delicate dwarvenflowers.”

“I’ll hold out for a nice hot bath in myquarters, thanks.”

Thatdid sound nice, Hawke had to admit, but she wasn’t going todo so out loud. “I’ll just have a second bath later.”

“You do remember Varric’s standing righthere,” Aveline said as Hawke started dropping pieces of armor.

“Close your eyes, Varric!” Hawke proclaimeddramatically. “Or avert them, whatever. Maker knows you don’t want to beexposed to any of this female flesh! You might go mad with lust!” With aflourish, she peeled off and dropped her shirt and drawers and made for thewater.

Behindher, Varric was laughing. Aveline’s sigh couldprobably be heard all the way in Kirkwall. Merrill was also stripping down.Hawke ran in, arms outstretched.

Hell.The water was cold. It hit her skinlike a shock, but now there was nothing for it but to charge all the way in,until she was neck-deep and shivering. She whirled around and peered backtoward the shore. She couldn’t tell if Varric actually had his eyesclosed. The idea was vaguely disappointing.

Hawketook in a mouthful of air and ducked under the water, letting the currentsswirl through her hair and bubbles stream out of her nose while shecontemplated that. Somehow she’d rather he peeked. Not that she was vain,but it would be nice to think he had some appreciation for her feminine assets.She had a nice enough body, if she did say so herself.

Shesurfaced and found Merrill bobbing alongside her. The two of them hastilywashed off the spider guts as best they could, scrubbing each other’sbacks. The salt drying on their skin, well, that they’d just have to live with.

Hawkesloshed out of the water and scrambled back to the rocks where she’ddropped her clothes and armor, and paused.

“You know,” she said to Varric, whocertainly had his eyes closed now, if he hadn’t earlier, “the problem with thisis that now I have to put my filthy clothes back on. And I’m wet.”

“Yeah,” Varric said. “Who could haveforeseen the flaw in this plan?”

Sheswatted him on the arm. Varric flinched. “Hey!”

“I could do with some more sympathy here,”she told him. Sighing, she reached for her clothes.

“Oh, sure, excuse me,” he said. “I’veoverwhelmed with sympathy for your terrible and not at all predictable plight.”

Sheaimed another swipe at him. This time he dodged. His eyelids might have twitcheda little. Hawke gasped in mock horror. “Varric, areyou peeking?”

“Impossible,” he said. “I’m not overcomewith lust yet.”

Hawkestuck her tongue out at him. “How could you resist all this?” she asked,striking a pose.

Shewas pretty sure his eyelids did crack open that time. But all he said was, “I’llpass on the spider guts, thanks.”

“Fine,” she said, sighing dramatically, andstarted dressing. “You’ll succumb to my charms in time, I know it.”

“Yeah,” Varric said, softer. “I might, atthat.”

Hawkealmost didn’t hear him, as Merrill came splashing andshivering out of the water just then. By the time they were dressed and ontheir way again, she’d almost forgotten it.

She’d remember it later, off and on over theyears.

[thievinghippo]

"I'm not wearing that." DA :0)

This ended up being Josephine and Iske. :D

#

“I’m not wearing that.”

Josephine pinched the bridge of her nose before looking down at herlover. Maker save her from stubborn dwarves. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s a dress,” Iske said, flopping down on the sofa in front of thefire. “Have you ever seen me in a dress?”

“It’s the latest in Orlesian fashion,” Josephine said. It’sridiculous, but she felt a bit hurt at the refusal. “I picked out the colorspecifically. I thought it would look good with your eyes.”

“But it’s a dress,” Iske said, drawing out each word. “I hate- I wouldreally prefer not to wear a dress.”

There was a mystery there, and if there was anything Josephine didn’tlike, it was mysteries. She placed the dress with the beautiful light blue silkand silver trim carefully onto the bed.

A chill was spreading through Iske’s quarters, even with the fire. SoJosephine walked to the balcony window and put her hand on the handle. With aquestioning look to Iske, who nodded, she closed the door.

“Will you tell me why?” Josephine asked as she walked towards thesofa. For a moment, an unworthy thought crossed her mind and she wanted to bepetty and sit on the other side of the sofa. Instead, she sat down right nextto Iske, so their thighs touched.

But Iske scooted back on the sofa, pulling her legs up under her.“Ready to learn something new about me?” she asked, her voice quiet.

It was the quietness that worried Josephine. Iske was not quiet. Neverquiet. She probably didn’t have a quiet voice in her body. “Always, my love,”Josephine said. She wanted to reach out, but experience held her back.

“Before I joined the Carta, I was a Noble Hunter in Orzammar,” Iskesaid.

She left the sentence dangling, clearly waiting for Josephine to makesome sort of reaction. What did she expect? Josephine had heard of NobleHunters, of course. She also knew Iske well enough to know that life would haveabsolutely suffocated her.

The silence was starting to become uncomfortable so Josephine said,“As you are sitting here with me now, I will assume it didn’t take.”

“You could say that,” Iske said with a bitter laugh. “I had a patronand everything. But then I couldn’t find a noble who actually wanted anythingmore than a quick fuck.”

Without thinking, Josephine put her hand on Iske’s wanting to comfort.To her surprise, Iske gripped it tightly. “I can’t imagine that pleased yourpatron,” Josephine said.

“It did not,” Iske said. “After a year, I had enough. So I managed tosneak away from my patron and ended up with the Carta. A year later, theysmuggled me out of Orzammar.”

“That does explain a few things,” Josephine said, giving Iske’s hand asqueeze. “I had wondered where you had learnt Elven poetry. And your tablemanners are impeccable.”

That brought a bit of a smile to Iske’s face. “But that’s why I don’twant to wear a dress to the Empress’s ball, you see,” Iske said. “It would justremind me of dressing up for stupid nobles.”

Josephine knew the comment was not directed at her personally, so shelet it roll off her back. “Well, now that I know this,” she said, “I wouldn’tdream of having you wear a dress to the ball. Perhaps a uniform of some sort?”

The idea took root immediately. They could all wear a uniform, go tothe ball as a united front. She would have to talk to Leliana, figure out cutand colors that would be the most flattering on everyone.

Without warning, Iske slipped off the couch and walked to the bed.Josephine sat up on her knees and turned around, watching her lover.

“You know, this is a really pretty dress, though,” Iske said, runninga finger down the silk. “Far nicer than anything I wore in Orzammar.”

“Perhaps we could dress up one night, just for each other. I couldhave dinner brought to the room, so only I would see you,” Josephine said.

Iske’s face lit up. “I’d like that,” she said. “Be nice to see you alldressed up.”

Josephine smiled back, trying to decide which outfit she herself mightwear. Perhaps her velvet dress in emerald green. “Let’s get that hung up,” shesaid, nodding towards the dress. “Then we can talk to Leliana to figure outsomething else to wear to the ball.”

[pearwaldorf]

48 for Taako perhaps :0)

He’s known all his life: hustle is way more important than a good break. You don’t get food in your stomach by getting lucky, and you sure as hell don’t get to be Taako from TV by chance, y’know?

And yet. He meets two idiots in Neverwinter. They lead him to the Bureau of Balance, and the reacquisition of his heart. He gains a little brother and a boyfriend. And somewhere along the line, an actual family he is annoyed by, loves, and is ambivalent about in equal measure. He couldn’t have worked for this. But he’ll take it anyways.

[kindervenom]

See also: reason #381947891 @ponacopuck is the ultimate Tumblr twin

[kindervenom]

Coolest and most talented of all twins! 💖

Finished the new pistol for my cowboy Fjord cosplay so time for an unnecessarily dramatic photo set 🤠🦑🍃

(Not my best blending on the makeup but it’s hecking humid tonight. Ugh)

[dearophelia]

@ponacopuck: [rolls a crit with sneak attack]

me: your choice on how you roll double damage

@ponacopuck: I’m gonna roll 12 d6s, because that’s funnier

[kleptotello]

@ponacopuck Went shopping.

Thought of you.

[theherocomplex]

Slightly Belated Thank-Yous

@prideling, @servantofclio, @pearwaldorf, @kleptotello, @painterofhorizons, @ladyeglantine, @coppermarigolds, @ponacopuck, @thievesguilding, @ferociousqueak, @thievinghippo, @aban-asaara, @bettydice, @otakraft --

Thank you so much for your kind words! <3 I’m going to try to do individual replies when I have a few more spoons, but please know I appreciate everything you guys said and did. <3

I talked to the mechanics again today, and based on the amount they estimated for parts + labor, I’ve decided not to get the repairs and to just run the car till it’s no longer drivable. The issues aren’t dangerous ones, so for what driving I do (I am essentially a grocery-shopping-and-doctors’-appointments driver), I can squeeze a few more months out of it. 

Which...is not ideal, but at least now I don’t have to gut my moving savings, and instead can turn them into new-car-and-moving savings. 

I went to therapy today, and one of my former work study students brought me cookies her mom had baked, so overall, today feels much less hopeless. Thank goodness for that. 

Thank you all again. <3 I hope you’re having wonderful nights. 

[kindervenom]

It us, twin!

A get well soon drawing for my friend.

[addude]

I commissioned from twitter @ponacopuck. I love how it came out

[servantofclio]

iloveurcat reblogged your photo and added:

They are cutest best buddies ever! I love them!!!

Thank you! <3 These two were not littermates, but they shared a crate at the shelter and have been snuggle-buddies ever since.

ponacopuck replied to your photo “Saturday cat buddies”

So many stripes!

Between the two of them there are approximately a million stripes.

frandayam replied to your photo “Saturday cat buddies”

Cute!

Thank you frand! <3

[thievinghippo]

If you're still taking prompts how about #27 and "don't be an ass." Happy New Year!

This is Denravi Tabris and Zevran!

#

“Don’t be an ass,” Denravi says, not able to keep the laughter out ofher voice.

“You as that as if it’s possible for me to be any other way, my love,”Zevran says, waggling his eyebrows. “Is that not why you keep me around? Toprovide you with something beautiful to look at along with a dose of laughterwhen needed?”

Denravi smiles, and for a moment, a beautiful glorious moment, thedrums stop. She doesn’t even remember what Zevran said earlier, but it doesn’tmatter, because the drums are gone. And when they are gone, she feels likeherself again, whole and free.

Night in the Western Approach is chilly enough that she needs noexcuse to scoot closer to Zevran. How grateful she is that he came along onthis journey. She tried to dissuade him at first, thinking this be Grey Wardenbusiness, but oh how her lover can be stubborn.

His arm goes around her shoulder as she leans into him, his bodywarming her more than the campfire ever could. Her hand rests on his knee,taking simple comfort in his touch.

“And suddenly you are quiet,” Zevran says. “We were having a good time,no?”

She nods, not sure of how to explain. She wants to enjoy this moment.This moment when there are no drums and she’s in the arms of the man she loves.

But of course, he understands. Zevran always understands.

“We will find a cure,” he says, his voice soft, but not enough to maskthe strength Denravi desperately needs to hear from him right now. He kissesher temple as she closes her eyes. “The Calling will not take you from me, mylove.”

When he speaks like that, Denravi almost believes him. She looks intothe fire, the flames dancing in time with the beat of the drums.

[kindervenom]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that tumblr twins who listen to this episode of TAZ repeat it to each other nonstop for the duration of their time together.

...I fell on Brian

What was once a warm up – is now a fully fledged animatic. Please enjoy this iconic moment from Here There Be Gerblins!

[blue-plant-art]

tagged by the lovely @theres-no-comma !!

Rules - Tag 11 people that you want to know better and answer the questions. Repost, don’t reblog.

Relationship: really want a wife

Colors: Ohhh boy. Various shades of green placed near each other, burgundy and cool toned pinks

Favorite Ships: hnng hard...

Jester x everyone but lately Jester x Caleb.

Fjord x Caleb x Jester is also such a good ot3.

Beau x Jester feeds my soul, Cad x Nott or Jester is A++ wholesome. honestly I'm not picky at all, I will read fanfic for just about any cr2 ship. also calianna x jester or beau.

Last song: Prince Ali from Aladdin

l i s t en ,,,, it's a good song to daydream to

Last movie: probably poirot or miss Marple (Agatha Christie book adaptations are such faves)

Last book: oh gosh does fanfic count??? physical book? probably a collection of children's stories I read when I can't sleep. If we're talkin' full length novel, An Absolutely Remarkable thing by Hank Green. (which is super duper good)

Tagging 11 people (No pressure and also I hope you haven't been tagged yet lmao)

@nilim @rathernoon @ivadeshin @princessamericachavez @empiretrashkids @critical-gemini-hero @triaelf9 @theregoesmylurkerstatus @ponacopuck @theartingace @rabdoidal

[probablylostrightnow]

@ferociousqueak, @queercatlady, @continuousspec, @ponacopuck, @missmeggo929, @dawntreaderflynne, @eponymous-rose, @thisonelikesaliens (and everyone who liked the haircut post): THANK YOU. <3 <3 <3