needed to paint this cutie ♥
Posts Tagged 'merrill'
guard captain + the most precious blood mage u will ever meet
Tags: dragon age, hawke x merrill, m!hawke, merrill
Hawke did nothing to hide his smile. Varric always described it as a hint of a grin, a glint in his eyes, and a trace of blush on his face, like every time he looked at Merrill he was seeing her for the first time all over again.
Hawke never had the tact for his friend’s prose. He just knew he loved her.
I wanted to draw Niall and Merrill getting married. Maybe I’ll do a photo series.
and then the DA2 beebs~
A little sketch portrait I cleaned up over lunch. Love this girl’s eyes!
Tags: alistair, and dragon age knitting and fic, but mostly da2, cullen, dragon age, especially fenhawke fic and carver/merrill, fenris, josephine, lots of others really, merrill, sebastian
So I’m being PRESSURED to make this post…
but yeah, I need more Dragon Age blogs to follow.
So please reblog if you post mostly/all Dragon Age, and in the tags write your favourite characters so I know what your blog’ll be like! Yay! 😀
Tags: carver hawke, carver x merrill, dragon age, fanfic, merrill, rec
Holy crap, a Dragon Age ficlet from Flutie? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?
Just playing around with these two adorable lugnuts, trying to indulge some nostalgic feels and get a sense for their voices again. A sequel, of sorts, to this, an AU college!verse in which Merrill’s a science and public policy major,Carver’s an undeclared science major, and Marian’s the physics genius who’d wise-cracked her way into a 4.0. Enjoy!
Unlike Marian, who’d scored a full-ride scholarship to U of Kirkwall, of course, Carver has had to bust his ass to pay for school. He keeps a couple part-time jobs: one slinging burgers at Meeran’s, another slinging lasers and spectrometers in the physics department stock room. They don’t usually give those jobs to kids outside the department, but in his interview Carver had apparently impressed the supervisor by knowing the difference between a lathe and a table saw, as if the distinction were some ancient Mayan secret, forever lost to the ages. Of course, to most of these spoiled rich kids, it probably is. But with a famous physicist for a father, Carver had seen his fair share of power tools and soldering irons, and he probably knows more about lab equipment than most of the professors. Those boneheads wouldn’t know their ass from an optical mount. No wonder Athenril hired him.
Of course it had nothing to do, nothing at all, with that one time Marian walked into Meeran’s, wrinkled her nose at Carver’s paper hat, and proceeded to blather on (and on, and on) about how for her baby brother’s sake, she might be able to pull a few strings with her department head.
Stupid Marian. Always helping, always having to be the center of the damn universe. Maker save him from his older sister’s help.