39 posts tagged kyeshgall
Do you have the amulet of mara after talking to the templr of mara priest in riften?
You have to collect all the werewolf totems with her before the option for proposal will come up. The related quests will appear randomly. There’s three totems in all 8D Also Aela yessss
Are you wearing the Amulet of Mara?
You need the Amulet of Mara whcih signifies you’re available for marriage You get it from a priest in Riften, in the bar there
okay i am ALL GOOD on the amulet part…but cappy says i have to start Totems of Hircine?
my problem is…i’ve done three animal extermination quests and she still hasn’t brought up the totems.
i guess i should take a hint…she’s not interested.
i blame the hideous dwarven armor.
yarnandteaisallineed reblogged your post and added:
Oh Nadia. This is lovely through and through and…
This is beautiful.
I’m grinning the biggest grin ever. I’m so glad you combined these two because I’m just as fond of Fenabela as I am of Fhawke/Merrill. And I love differences in each couple’s kisses. Totally charming!
Aahhh, thanks you guys. Funny what you can come up with on a truly dark day. Lol. It’s got some warts (omg taught=taut), but for quick-writing I’m pretty pleased myself. So so glad you liked it.
Isabela was rather stunning at this angle.
Hawke blinked through the net, dust from the scuffle puffing up into her eyes. She watched Isabela bend backwards, dodging a chippy-looking warhammer wielded by the single grumpiest carta dwarf Hawke had ever seen. Though, it was entirely possible that before it took the brunt of Isabela’s bootheel, Hawke had misread his face. Grumpy or hungry? Being upside down had a tendency to jam up some otherwise obvious social cues. She yanked on the net and sighed. At her back, similarly wrongways, Fenris did the same.
“It’ll be over in a minute,” he said to the ground-sky, and there was no mistaking the grumpy in that.
But Isabela did look just as smashing doing her thing with the ground as the sky as she did when things were less topsy turvy. And Merrill, of course, looked positively gleeful whipping spells with her feet over her head. Hawke wondered if it was just her own blood raging toward the ground via the top of her head, or if Merrill really was frolicking in the middle of a battle. Charming little blighter.
Hawke sighed again, smiling as Merrill winked at her through the red mist she’d made of the last dwarf. Fenris grumbled and shifted. Something sharp and ridiculously large threatened to separate Hawke from her spine.
“If you reach for that sword again I’ll shake you to death in this thing,” she said, and the movement ceased. They swung together over the dirt, net and ropes and bones creaking like boat rigging.
oh nadia <3
these are brilliant, you know, and such a pleasure to read
thanks so much you guys. <3
I. for vendettalee
What’s criminally unfair is that even his worst decisions were somehow easier than this, justifiable or whatever. But indulging himself, for only himself, has never been Derek’s strong suit. After fifteen minutes spent staring through the windshield, with an anguish reserved for Catholics and beauty queens, he shuts off the engine and goes inside the Dunkin Donuts.
II. for kyeshgall
The wind took the clew out over the deck, mainsheet whipping free of its block in the snarling gust, and with it went Hawke’s body. Isabela didn’t even hear her shout above the pounding growl of rain and waves. One moment there were six of them wrestling like sodden kittens for the tack, and then only five.
III. for cheesiestart
He watched for the glint of a spyglass across the bay in the waning light. Beside the open window, on the wall itself, Anders had doodled moons of every phase, some the very shape of their hidden bridge. She’d cross tonight, sure, but he doubted the tide would ever be in their favor.
IV. for ltleflrt
There’s a tattoo, mostly filled with freckles and poor judgment rendered in fading black, but it’s there. On her ox-muscled ass, no less! Before Isabela can voice a single vowel or consonant, Aveline crushes a handful of smallclothes into her open mouth with a warning look.
V. for afragmentcastadrift
Miranda shifts the baby to her hip, not ready to hand her back just yet, and watches her tiny blue fingers follow the path of raindrops on the window.
“On Benning we managed to rescue a handful of civilians from Cerberus,” says Liara, “and before we left it started to rain. Acid rain, actually.”
“It wouldn’t be a mission with Shepard if even the weather wasn’t out to get you,” Miranda replies, nudging her hand beneath the baby’s to feel the chill of the glass.
VI. for iambickilometer
When they landed in Estwatch for repairs and provisions, Isabela bounded off the dock and into the backstreets to stretch her legs. She found the string, a pink and dirty lifeline clinging along the alleyway bricks, and followed where it threaded through bushes and market carts, all the way up the tumbled fortress to a broken parapet overlooking the port.
“Still lost, kitten?” she murmured to the clouds, and wound the yarn into a sloppy ball.
For kyeshgall, mostly.
A little Kirkwall AU - swapping out Varric for Bianca (Until We Sleep version). And thus allowing for distractions from a different sort of paragon state.
YOU MAY CLAIM ME FOR THIS!!
i feel that way about fic i’ve written. i just want to write disclaimers all over everything.
oh lord though i did EVERYTHING wrong in this post…i made fun of anders, i acted like terrible fangirl, i even reposted an image! TRAIN WRECK. oh man. :o(
It’s nearly midnight when he watches them pass the light, palm to palm, like members of a secret cult. Strictly speaking it wasn’t far from the truth, though he’d have written them with hoods at the very least. And not those hideous hats.
Daisy takes it from Blondie, this shifting orb of blue and gold for some simple, human tradition, and for a moment Varric sees the light tracery of scars skimming her palm and wrist. It doesn’t mean much beside her smile, though, and she lifts the ball of magic out to Hawke.
"Another year," Hawke says, making the light flare higher than their raised glasses. And as far as toasts go, Varric thinks, it hits all right notes. Simple because it has to be in this company, but shiny enough to illuminate the few empty chairs at the table. Even so, nobody cries.
It’s not his holiday, none of them were, but this is the first year he drinks like he means it. To health and to wealth, all that shit. Ancestors be buggered if it came out better the way Andrastians told it. The way they hoped was so different from his own reserved brand, and maybe he’d learn that technique in the next year, too. All that cheer and rosy-cheeked warmth sold like hotcakes.
There are circles under her eyes, dog hair across her lap, and she gulps her pint greedily, licking her own smile until all the foam is gone. Hawke brings the ball of light down to Varric, and what he’d like to say is that doesn’t tell her often enough that she makes him laugh. That she fills a room even when she’s gone.
"Happy First Day," he says, instead, and closes his broad hand over hers, pulling in that light and putting it out. She kisses him first, ruining the blocking he’s planned, and he’s already forgiven her before her tongue parts his lips.
I see you! AWESOME!
I SEEEE YOOOOOU
Looking good! Damn, the guy’s exit from the building was IMPRESSIVELY timed.
why did they not have you speaking? what’s up with that? two women get selected out of 19 people and only of them gets a brief comment? wouldn’t be my editorial choice for a first episode.
Congratulations! That is awesome ;w;
as far as me not appearing much, i’m guessing that my clips weren’t that interesting?
i didn’t shit-talk or tell my opponents i was going to make a well of their bones.
there’s a split second of me looking shocked on the couch with two other dudes.
and that was the moment i beat them at Castle Crashers.