this is a private, low-activity  rp blog for  JOCELYN HAWKE  of the dragon age games, novels, etc. headcanon - based / slightly canon - divergent.  mun & muse 21+.  nsfw content present.  written by paladin.  she/her.  

RULES.     DOC.     STARS.     SUN.     

jocelyn’s favorite time of day is, funnily enough, the middle of the night; she loves walking in the moonlight, she loves the quiet sounds of people at rest – when she was in ferelden, she’d often go on midnight foraging trips with her father, who’d be on guard while she collected herbs for the apothecary. eventually she was old enough and skilled enough to handle herself if need be, but malcolm would often accompany her regardless. they’d have good conversations, albeit hushed ones, and sometimes would spend an hour or two of the trip stargazing. he taught her all the constellations he knew, and told her the stories of each. they often didn’t practice magic in the dead of night, but they did talk about it. about the responsibility of magic, about the burden of care, about the ethics of magic use. jocelyn’s midnights were the highlight of the entire day. 

because she grew used to being up at odd hours, once she moves to kirkwall she is more or less inured to the concept of walking about at all hours. she’ll sleep for a handful of hours in the early evening, but then often get up and patrol, which is helpful for catching questionable characters in their questionable acts. 

it’s not uncommon for her to be drinking or laughing or just hanging around the hanged man at midnight, one, two, three in the morning. then she’ll usually find her way either back home or crash in varric’s rooms, or in the clinic for an hour or two in the early morning, before things get going for the day.

who wants to tenderly kiss jocelyn’s forehead and let her know that it’s alright, that she doesn’t have to bear the burdens of an entire city on her shoulders, alone, that she can set the weight down for an afternoon, or an evening, and the world won’t fall apart ????

also i really need to get back on lace’s blog .... at some point ..... sweet girl ... loml

not me watching the all that remains cutscene and suffering because i might want to write a drabble 

“Oh yeah.” If The Iron Bull was any more excited, he would vibrate off of the ground. His strides are filled with purpose, axe gleaming in the sun. “You don’t get a job like this every day.” The Bull’s Chargers, however, were decidedly less enthused. “Bone Pit,” Stitches muttered to himself. “Can’t be anything good coming out of a bone pit. Who ever said they wanted to take a summer holiday to the Bone Pit?” “The Wounded Coast isn’t exactly a day at the beach,” Krem said with a straight face, dodging the halfhearted punch thrown in his direction while Bull cackled at his pun in the background. “Maybe Kirkwall’s just got a bad reputation from all the unfortunate names people are giving it. You seem nice enough, Champion.” “Lot of room in a pit,” Rocky mused aloud, surging forward to move closer to Hawke. “You looking to expand the mine? Carve out some deeper tunnels, safer areas? There’s tricks to keep out the spiders, y’know. I’d be happy to make recommendations and do a little extra work onsite. After we slay the dragon.” Skinner snorted. “As if you’ll be able to think after we slay the dragon the size of the mine.” “Yeah,” Bull rumbled, his mind clearly picturing the battle ahead. “Yeah. Spiders will be a good warm up. We kill a lot of spiders in this line of work.” He grinned at Hawke. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that.”

hi either send me memes OR like this for a starter?

hi i am here to say: do u ever start thinking abt hawke/varric & just go Feral?

hana’s jaw clenches restlessly, the question of  ‘ why ? ’ rolling around in her mouth. it’s not even that she doesn’t believe in goodness , she does. but somehow the puzzle pieces never quite fit in her mind that she deserved it too.  not with the years of constant spewing that she had meant nothing. but maybe , despite the instant response to recoil– to run , she needed proof that the softness that laid in-between her ribs wasn’t a weakness. what better way to reassure herself than spending time with likeminded people ? 

it was still hard ,  ridiculously so. especially when she began to feel something for them & learning that to some degree they all shared pain in common. 

the redness in her face deepens at the gentle tutting and after a beat, hana leans closer to jocelyn & pulling at the tunic to help give the other a better view of her injury. and to her word, the wound had been healing , though still showed angry redness of new skin healing over. the warmth from the magic after the gentle prodding has her easing some of the tension that’s all too ingrained in her posture as the discomfort and strain eases considerably. 

since inching closer to her companion, her gaze has been stuck on her own shoes. unable to quite meet the others gaze, but finally lifts her head with a gentle shake of her head.  ❝  no ,  this is enough. bring it to the clinic.  ❞ gently easing her clothes back into place, hana’s eyes takes jocelyn in. peering carefully at her posture,  the stray loose hairs framing her face. hana’s hands fiddled in one of her numerous hidden pockets before hearing the quiet clink of a tin. pulling it out hana holds out her little tin of toffee ,  the weariness of the other not lost on her.  ❝ here , it makes me feel better when i’m tired. ❞

you would think that jocelyn can handle herself in the kitchen, seeing as she’s a decent apothecary & knows how to make potions & tonics & poultices, but every time she makes food it is “too herby” ( verbatim, from carver hawke )