Digital illustration of Merrill and a female Hawke from Dragon Age 2. Hawke is similar to the default look, but less soft and with golden eyes. They both wear neutral-toned clothes but with bright red accents. Sketched in green there is a scene with them embracing, with very little clothes at all.
#merrihawke WIP that I've accepted will stay a WIP 💀
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A coloured illustration. Set at the end of Dragon Age 2, after the battle that ends the game. Merrill and Hawke are sharing a kiss amongst debris and rubble of destroyed walls. On the background, a golden statue of a bird, typical of Kirkwall in the game, and the sun rising behind mountains and a smoking city.
Post-battle dawn.
Last of a series of prompts done! Tried some more simple shades + light technique.
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Digital sketch of a female Hawke from Dragon Age 2 kissing Merrill's bloody hand.
Classic #merrihawke activities 😗🩸
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preview of fic
But Hawke was nice, Hawke was beautiful and lovely, and she glared at Anders and Fenris when they said mean things, she smirked but steered Isabela clear when she was being too handsy, she took Merrill by the hand when she was saying something that would get her in trouble with Aveline, she made sure to always stand, an impassable wall, when Merrill and Sebastian were in the same room. Hawke was nice. She explained things when Merrill didn’t understand them. She put her hand on Merrill’s cuts, gently applying pressure. She was big and strong and an impressive force. And Merrill wanted her so badly, to be here, to like her, because she was so lonely and she didn’t have any friends. The other’s in the Alienage gave her a wide birth, as if they could smell that there was something wrong with her and they probably could smell the blood on her. There were a few Dalish in the Alienage and she was able to speak in her own language with them, but they were from different clans and there were a few differences in their dialects and they were always too busy for her, not to mention that Merrill knew they would hate her for her work with the Eluvian. After a lifetime of being lonely with her own clan, she had thought that Kirkwall would be less so. But this was all very rude because Hawke was there, standing in front of her, her muscles shining in the light of the lanterns, her black hair pulled back as best it could be, with how short it was, the red on her nose drawing the eye easily. It was always so easy to look at Hawke. She had been easy to look at when she first came here too, with her thick black beard and casual fashion that almost beat Varric’s. Now she had come into herself quite well, being an Amell giving her a fresh start. Merrill had wanted that when she had come to Kirkwall too.
“Oh, Daisy, I don’t know if this is going to fit.” Hawke breathed. “It will,” Merrill decided, and then she was climbing onto the bed and onto Hawke. There was already a stretch in just straddling the woman, her hips wide and her waist boxy, muscular. Merrill was tiny and slim, all long thin branches. She lowered herself, pressing her hairless cunt to Hawke’s cock, which twitched and hardened back up, having lost a bit of its arousal from Merrill’s outburst. She ran back and forth on it, getting the entire length slick with her fluids. “Elvhen men have knots, you see, so I’m fully capable of taking this girth, we have to be able to get locked to our mates without being damaged, of course.” Hawke took her cock in hand and stood it up. It just about touched Merrill’s solar plexus. “Alright,” Merrill concede, “you may have a point. I still want to try though.” Merrill slipped up, as high up as she could, so that Hawke’s cock head brushed against her entrance. It had been so long and she was so aroused, she wanted this so badly. Carefully, she eased herself down, taking Hawke into her. There was no burn, the head plopped in audibly and Merrill shook around it, that space inside of her, made for a knot, so nicely filled. Her hands came down, bracing herself on Hawke’s breasts, and Hawke’s hands were on her waist. No, she couldn’t wrap all the way around with on hand, but her thumbs were touching where they connected with the opposite hand and the fingers were interlaced. She supported Merrill, didn’t let her sit down fully all at once.
New short fic for the Dragon Age Prompt weeks, this one being Dalish/Porn with Feelings/Size Difference! So I actually wrote about a good Hawke for once?
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