Eause even though I don’t have time to participate in Carver Defence Squad Week in full I wanted to do something for the best bro

So i made a thing.

Carver Hawke

60% grump. 32% sulk. 98% FIGHT ME.

3% Bad at math.

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Carver Hawke

“The Second” Inspired by “The Emperor”

Let’s imagine him all grown up

So Carver Hawke, right. He has surprisingly muscular arms for someone his age (we do first meet him when he is still a teenager, after all), a rectangular face shape with prominent cheekbones, and a very masculine chin that he does not seem to have quite grown into just yet.

You know who else has muscular arms, a very rectangular face shape with prominent cheekbones and a majestic chin?

Chris Evans.

Let’s now take a moment to visualise Chris Evans with black, not particularly well-styled hair.

Is that what Carver would look like once he has left his awkward teenage stage behind and finally grown into his manly chin?

I ran these important questions by @lyndztanica who expressed her support with such phrases as “omg it would FANDOM WHY HAVE YOU NOT PHOTOSHOPPED THIS”, “shit his face is even that same rectangular shape”, “da:i era carver would totally be current chris evans”, and so we decided that Varric could size this opportunity to drum up support for the Wardens (and also earn some serious riches by including some shirtless illustrations in the name of enhancing the story) by giving him his very own book series.

And have you noticed that the striped sections on the torso of Carver’s Warden uniform are very similar to the stripes on some versions of Cap’s uniforms? The placement, the general aesthetic of it; think about it. Think about all of this.

Are you with us in this?

Even a Templar!Carver would fit nicely, since one of the major themes of Cap 2 is Rogers realizing that the system he works within is wrong and corrupt and he’s like “this isn’t freedom; it’s fear” and YES YES I AM HERE FOR THIS.

Malcolm Hawke: “I’ve bought our freedom, Leandra. We can go home now, us and the baby. We’ll be together. I hope it takes after you, love. I would wish this magic on no one. May they never learn what I’ve done here.”.

penthesilea1623 & phoebebird7 This one’s for you~

Imagine Carver Hawke getting this bottle of Coke out of a vending machine.

i’m so sorry

*dead*

“Saved by a strapping young man… I could think of worse things.”

I make good on my follower appreciation giveaways! Here’s flutie’s request! Broody templar! Carver is the broodiest.

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Like what you see? I’m open for COMMISSIONS!

AHHHH!!!! I love it!!! Look at those shadows! And the BROODING. AUGH. It’s beautiful, just beautiful :) Thank you so much!!!

I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT! I finished Fair Child!

Thank you so much to all my readers over the years, and all those who asked after it in the hiatus. I know it’s been a hell of a ride, and an even longer wait for the finish, but your enthusiasm kept me going – without you, I never would have finished.

Thanks also to my wonderful betas jkateel​ and bossuary​, without whom I would have been completely lost in a world taken over by plot holes and grammatical errors. You two kept me churning on this, even when–especially when–I got frustrated or annoyed or distracted by Garrett and his blindingly white teeth. THANK YOU.

Anyway, enough with the speeches. On with the story!

Hey, guess what I finished today! :)

One last reblog, in case you missed it yesterday: I finished Fair Child!

I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT! I finished Fair Child!

Thank you so much to all my readers over the years, and all those who asked after it in the hiatus. I know it’s been a hell of a ride, and an even longer wait for the finish, but your enthusiasm kept me going – without you, I never would have finished.

Thanks also to my wonderful betas jkateel​ and bossuary​, without whom I would have been completely lost in a world taken over by plot holes and grammatical errors. You two kept me churning on this, even when–especially when–I got frustrated or annoyed or distracted by Garrett and his blindingly white teeth. THANK YOU.

Anyway, enough with the speeches. On with the story!

Hey, guess what I finished today! :)

No Light Interlude: A Man's Name

So I really struggled with today’s “Shadows” chapter, and while I think I got all the various plot wrinkles ironed out (with a massive thank you to missl0nelyhearts), I just don’t have the emotional fortitude left in me tonight to finish it up. The regular story will continue tomorrow.

For now, have this little drabble that I unfortunately had to cut from the final draft.

Previous drabbles: VII: Bruises and VIII: You Don’t Always Need To Fight

“Carver’s a dumb name,” he says, glowering at Father’s boots. “Why didn’t you name me normal?”

The “like Garrett” part goes without saying.

“Could be worse,” Father says warmly. He does not laugh, because unlike Garrett, Father never laughs at Carver, unless Carver also gets the joke. “We could have named you Butcher. Or Shepherd.”

Carver scuffs at the dirt with his boot. He can hardly argue with that.

“Still,” he mumbles.

“Son,” Father says, the word rumbling deep within his chest. Carver likes it when Father calls him son. He never calls Garrett son, just Garrett. “It’s a good name. A Fereldan name. You like being Fereldan, don’t you?”

Carver shrugs noncommittally, even though he thinks he likes being Fereldan too, though what that means, apart from having a house now and a dog and lots of snow in Wintermarch, he hasn’t yet determined.

“Carver’s a strong name for a strong man,” Father adds.

“I’m not a man yet,” Carver reminds him.

“Age doesn’t make a man, son.” Father’s using the Lesson Voice now, which he usually only uses around Carver when they’re playing swords. “Choices do. It’s the lines in the sand he chooses to draw that make all the difference.”

Carver nods, though he doesn’t really understand what beaches have to do with it.

Abruptly Father kneels so that he’s eye level with Carver. Gently, he pushes a lock of hair out of Carver’s eyes. If it were Mother, he’d flinch away. But Carver doesn’t mind so much when Father does it.

“You watch out for your sister and brother, don’t you?” says Father, answering a question that Carver hadn’t asked. Sometimes, Carver knows, Father needs to talk to other people as if he were talking to himself. Carver doesn’t mind that so much either. “And you do as I ask and help Mother with the chores and you never complain.” Father’s voice cracks. “My little soldier.”

Carver grins and salutes.

Father does not smile back. He takes the hand by Carver’s forehead in both of his and holds it there for a while, watching Carver’s small, calloused palm carefully, as if he were afraid it might vanish. Then he gives it a little squeeze.

“You’re already more than man enough for your name,” he says softly. “I’ve no doubt about that.”

This showed up in my notifications this morning, which led to me spending the last hour going back through my old Shadows posts and anguishing over my lack of time. ONE DAY SHADOWS. ONE DAY.

i hate him…