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[that-hawke-woman]

Hey dudes, sorry for the unannounced break.

Not doing so hot right now. Feel free to ping me on Discord, or ask for it, if you want.

[that-hawke-woman]

what does your heart look like?

a tangled ball of red strings

Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

[that-hawke-woman]

Megan Nolan, from her novel titled "Acts of Desperation," originally published in March 2021

[that-hawke-woman]

been getting into rookanis lately

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Finished the portraits for Merrill, Fenris and Anders! Moving on with the rest 👀

[that-hawke-woman]

My muse is feeling touch-starved.

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual. 

¿ - write your own touches!

[that-hawke-woman]

"Quite all right." Came the reply, gentle but nonetheless amused for it. Quick reflexes were one reason Ana had lasted as long in this town as she had. Having caught the young woman by her shoulders, even as the smaller woman began to right herself, Ana smiled. "Ah, I know that expression. New here, yes?"

@that-hawke-woman gets a starter.

Kirkwall was so much bigger than she had realized. She wasn't sure where to even start with looking for work. She'd gotten cleaned up, gotten some proper clothes (and a much needed haircut, her hair had been so dirty and matted), and managed to get a room at the tavern with the gold she'd stolen from Niall.

That gold wouldn't last forever, though. Niamh knew she needed to find work. She was good at a lot of things, but she was a foreigner in this city and it didn't seem like they trusted outsiders much.

With a sigh, she turned away from the market stall she'd been looking at, only to bump into someone. She stumbled, but caught herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going."

[that-hawke-woman]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[that-hawke-woman]

Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!

Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!

[that-hawke-woman]

my favourite conspiracy theory is that Someday you will ache like i ache

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characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

[that-hawke-woman]

[lean] or [seek] for Elliot ♡

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

The chaos of Lowtown seems distant, its usual clamor fading into a dull hum beneath the raw, piercing sound of Leandra's cries. Even the raucous laughter from the taverns and the scuffles in the alleyways can’t compete with her grief, which cuts through the air like a the blade of the sword Carver left behind.

She refuses to look at him. To Leandra, Elliott is nothing but spite and destruction, the very embodiment of her unraveling. In her eyes, he's the reason for the loss of her youngest two, as directly or indirectly that can be. They’ve never truly seen eye to eye, never bridged the divide between them.

Or perhaps she does understand him, and that understanding is the root of her hatred. She knows what drives him, the choices he's made, and she cannot forgive him for it.

Either way, the outcome is the same: Carver is dead.

Elliott sits on the crumbling steps outside Gamlen’s hovel, the faint creak of wood beneath him and the distant sounds of Lowtown's endless hustle provide little distraction from the weight pressing down on him. The place won’t be theirs much longer--though even that silver lining fails to pierce the shadow of grief looming over them all.

Slumped forward, his elbows dig into his knees, a battered flask dangling loosely from his fingertips. It's half-empty, the bitter bite of amber liquid dulling the edges of his thoughts but doing nothing to quell the dread that coils in his chest. His eyes are practically glazed over, distracted, and it isn't until he hears someone open the door and approach him from behind that he stirs.

"I don't want to hear it." Elliott snaps, not bothering turning his head or glance over his shoulder to see who’s there. He doesn’t need to. It’s probably Gamlen, grumbling about him loitering on the stoop like a beggar, or maybe Leandra, her tears momentarily dried just long enough to spit another reminder of how he’s failed her--failed them all.

But no words come. Silence stretches unnervingly thin, and Elliott turns, ready to bark a second command--only to find neither Gamlen nor his mother standing there. It’s Ana. They’ve barely exchanged two words since his return from the Deep Roads, since he stumbled home, beaten and bloodied, and without Carver. Truth be told, he’s been avoiding her. He's already gotten the brunt of it from the Amells, he didn't need it from his favored big sister, too.

She’s not here to scold him, though, nor to cast the blame he so readily shoulders himself. Maker knows she’d be well within her rights--this is his fault, after all, all of it, and he knows it as surely as he knows the taste of the stale liquor on his tongue

His brows uncharacteristically soften as he meets her gaze, pools of tears collecting on her cheek, and a sigh escapes him -- but it's not one one of annoyance, nor anger or frustration. No, it's exhaustion; it's grief.

She had just lost her little brother, same as him, and that was that.

Elliott swallows thickly, the bitterness settling in his chest as he tucks the flask away. He rises to his feet slowly, his boots scuffing against the worn stone, and takes a hesitant step toward Ana. A hand reaches out first, landing on her shoulder, and then he pulls her close, the other arm wrapping tightly around torso.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice low, almost breaking over the words. It’s not something he says often--hell, maybe never--but it’s out there now, and Maker knows he means it.

He holds her tightly, protectively, in a way perhaps he never could with Bethany or Carver. In a way that's long overdue. "I'm sorry, Ana."

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Added the carrd to the pinned post. Should probably go about mahjong some kind of graphic now, shouldn't I?

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go to sleep, dude

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Found this on the ground after the archdemon exploded minrathous gonna use it as kindling or something

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Me

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".