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Do you think anything you did mattered, Hawke?

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀���𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  2.  the  sound  of  your  name  )   Set  the  stage  for  whispered  confessions,  stolen  glances,  and  the  way  a  name  can  linger  on  someone’s  lips  like  a  secret.     ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  yearning,  tension  &  the  weight  of  unspoken  words

✧     ›     𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓    &     𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

My  muse  murmurs  your  muse’s  name  in  their  sleep,  unaware  they’re  listening.

My  muse  hesitates  before  saying  your  muse’s  name,  like  they’re  afraid  of  what  it  means.

My  muse  asks  your  muse  to  say  their  name  again,  just  to  hear  how  it  sounds.

My  muse  lets  your  muse’s  name  slip  out  in  a  moment  of  exhaustion,  vulnerability,  or  drunken  honesty.

✧      ›      𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆    &     𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  ear  as  they  say  their  name—slowly.

My  muse  says  your  muse’s  name  like  a  warning,  but  there’s  something  softer  beneath  it.

My  muse  lingers  on  your  muse’s  name,  their  voice  catching  before  they  can  say  anything  else.

My  muse  clenches  their  jaw  when  someone  else  says  your  muse’s  name—too  fondly.

My  muse  dares  your  muse  to  say  their  name  the  way  they  really  mean  it.

✧      ›      𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓    &    𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓

My  muse  spits  your  muse’s  name  like  it  hurts  to  say.

My  muse  almost  says  your  muse’s  name—before  stopping  themselves.

My  muse  chokes  on  your  muse’s  name  in  an  argument,  suddenly  unable  to  be  angry.

My  muse  whispers  your  muse’s  name  in  a  dark,  empty  room,  knowing  they  won’t  answer.

My  muse  says  your  muse’s  name  with  finality,  like  a  goodbye  they  never  wanted  to  say.

My  muse  grips  your  muse’s  face,  desperate.  “Say  my  name.  Just  once.”

✧      ›      𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒      &      𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

My  muse  drags  out  your  muse’s  name,  like  they’re  savoring  it.

My  muse  laughs  when  your  muse  says  their  name—because  they  weren’t  expecting  it  to  sound  so  sweet.

My  muse  smirks  as  they  whisper  your  muse’s  name,  testing  their  reaction.

My  muse  playfully  refuses  to  call  your  muse  by  their  name,  just  to  see  them  pout.

My  muse  presses  their  lips  to  your  muse’s  ear  and  murmurs,  “Say  my  name  first.”

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Fenris comforting Hawke 🥲

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if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  1.  the  art  of  touch  )   Set  the  stage  for  longing  glances,  lingering  touches,  and  the  quiet  tension  of  unspoken  words.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  soft,  slow  burn  &  a  touch  of  angst 

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

My  muse  drags  their  fingers  slowly  down  your  muse’s  arm,  pretending  it  was  unintentional.

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I’m at Flamecon in NYC this weekend which was all the motivation I needed to whip out a print of Thedas’s most specialist boy✨ If you’re around, come say hi and we’ll make a prayer circle that he survives the intro~💕

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A Collection of My Favorite Nonverbal Prompts: ('my Muse' refers to the one who posted the meme, and 'your muse' refers to the sender)

Your muse raises  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse.

Your muse gestures  for  my  muse  to  sit  down.

Your muse taps  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention.

Your muse works  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair.

Your muse helps  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing.

Your muse and  my muse make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room.

Your muse straightens  an  article  of  my muse's  clothes.

Your muse  rolls  their  eyes  at  my muse.

Your muse  hovers  over  my muse’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task.

Your muse finds my muse somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be.

Your muse finds my muse drunk.

Your muse throws an item of  sentiment  bitterly  at  my muse.

Your muse gets caught  following  my muse.

Your muse pulls my muse out  of  harm’s  way.

Your muse buys my muse  a  drink  at  a  bar.

Your muse claps a  hand  over  my muse's mouth  to  silence  them.

Your muse gets caught  snooping  in  my muse's things.

Your muse throws something  aggressively  at  my muse.

Your muse yells  at  my muse to  put  their  hands  in  the  air.

Your muse watches mine while drinking their beverage.

Your muse “accidentally” briefly touches my muse. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

Your muse beckons my muse to follow yours somewhere.

Your muse and mine get assigned as partners for a mission.

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If it makes my tummy go twisty, I likes it.

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Anyone else ever wanna just… make pre-established connections between characters without having to RP it out cuz you’re a tired busy adult?

Like just hit each other up with shenanigans and tomfoolery and ‘they would totally do this’ sorta bs.

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At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'. (From Elliott 😂)

"Eugh. I would never. Yourself leaves dirty stockings strewn about. And used dishes. Yourself has a tendency to punch first and ask questions never. Yourself has almost brought the house down six times, outted us to the Templars at least eight, and ruined no fewer than four of my favorite dresses. So, no, I would not tell you that. Ever."

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Ana bristled at the insinuation. Did he think that a moment's temptation, what? Made him weak? Taking a few steps closer to him, she took a breath in and held it for a moment. Exhaling then, Ana moved to speak, but she faltered when he looked back at her. His eyes struck her, as they often did. Lovely, as always, but conflicted. That wasn't new, either, but it usually wasn't so... raw. Fenris was ashamed, yes, but perhaps more than of his behavior in the Fade, there was a tiny part of him that still wondered what would have happened if he had accepted the Demon's offer. He wouldn't make that choice now, no, of course not. But if only he had then...

"Fenris..." Ana started, "It was your first time staring down a demon. A demon, who was offering you one of the things you want most, if not the thing you want most, in the entire world." She moved her head to make sure she was holding his gaze before continuing, "You said no," an incredulous, almost wonderous, breath escaped her.

"It doesn't matter if you might have said yes, or you thought of saying yes. You didn't. I can guarantee it wasn't Anders' first time parleying with the corrupt, and I doubt it was Merrill's. Hell, it wasn't even mine. But it was yours. And you - said - no." Ana had been so engrossed is dispelling his misconceptions about the experience that she hadn't even realized that she had moved closer to him, her hand now resting on her elvhen companion's shoulder. This was not the time to stop, however. So, with her expression perhaps more honest and genuine than it ever had been with the warrior, she concluded; "I have more confidence now in your strength than I ever had before, and believe you me, that was not lacking."

Taking a step back and removing her hand from his person, Hawke cleared her throat and smiled sheepishly, her lower lip between her teeth as she tried to think of what else she could say without being too embarrassing, for either of them. "Fret not. I'll not report your... slightly elevated opinions to our compatriots. I would be loathe to tarnish your reputation, after all. Sterling as it is, I'm sure."

Somehow the fire felt warmer than normal, or perhaps she was simply colder? A shawl might have been wise.

@that-hawke-woman - "You don't need to feel guilty." (for Fenris!)

gentle care prompts // always accepting

Peace had burdened him with compliance , he thinks. 

In another time he would have guarded himself against everything and everyone, his trust fractured by the countless betrayals he had endured. Sometimes it was the bartender, swayed by coins considered more valuable than an elf of all people. Another time it was the girls on the street, slighted by the very notion that another would not succumb to their beauty. Whatever the case may be, Fenris had known better than to put his faith in those around him. 

Yet, the elf had found himself growing comfortable with this small group of people. Even mages had someone found their way into his inner circle, albeit begrudgingly. Fenris could share his home without fear of invasion, even indulge in a bit of alcohol without expecting the worst should his mind be impaired. Hell, he had even willingly visited Anders of all people for occasional medical aid, though not without exchanging a few sharp barbs of course.

All of which led to the moment where Fenris himself betrayed them first. For the power to permanently secure his freedom, to protect this camaraderie he had found himself enjoying. His selfishness did not end with the demon it seemed. That he would even consider blaming them…

No. It was his decision. His mistake. His selfishness. 

Ruminating by the fireplace, he almost misses Hawke’s entrance until their footsteps are simply too close to ignore. Pilfered wine bottles rest on the nearby table, forgotten now that Fenris hardly trusted himself sober let alone intoxicated. He sits in the chair, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back slightly, closed eyes only opening when she enters the room. The frown resting on his face isn’t too unusual, but when he speaks he’s still clearly perturbed. 

“...I was thinking about what happened in the fade. That the demon could prey even on my own fears...it disturbed me ” Fenris admits after a moment of silence, sitting up slightly before continuing. " It won’t happen again ”

 It couldn’t happen again. 

Her response doesn’t elicit a positive reaction from him; in fact, his frown only deepens slightly.  This time Fenris does rise from his feet, shaking his head while his gaze drifts from her towards the fireplace instead. It goes against what he expected, what he thinks he deserved in response to such a catastrophic failure of judgment. 

“ Shouldn’t I? Mages fall prey to demons. They are the ones at risk and yet I’m the one who let a demon entice me…” Another pause as he turns back to Hawke, brow furrowing slightly before he adds on. “ Most mages I suppose…there are some good ones ”

It was a step towards tolerance - a small one, but a step nonetheless.

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Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Works of Velimir Khlebnikov; “Lyrics,”

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send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction.

or— send in your muse’s reaction to mine asking.

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death • rebirth

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Try  to  fluster  my  muse.  Do  whatever  it  takes  to  make  them  blush!

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