ID: a picture split in half with half of Carver Hawke's face on the left and half of Bethany Hawke's face on the right. Overlaid on the bottom portion of the picture is the words "The Hawke twins know what it's like to experience loss and to have that loss minimized by people who don't understand. Take your time processing your grief, and know that how you do or do not react to it is valid. This is your experience. Treat yourself as kindly as you would anyone else going through the same."
ID: A picture of Fenris from Dragon Age 2 overlaid with the words "Fenris knows what's it's like to be overwhelmed by past or current experiences, especially when other people do not take the time to empathize. Remember to breathe, and that there is no race to processing what you are going through, no finish line. You are safe and you are loved, just as you are."
Motivational Zevran
ID: a picture of Zevran Arainai from Dragon Age: Origins, overlaid with the words "Zevran would understand what it feels like to put on a brave face when you are struggling, putting up walls even when you wish for someone to notice. Remember to take the time to be as kind to yourself as you would be to a loved one going through the same thing."
If you're scared or exhausted today, know that Zevran would be -and is- right there beside you. If you don't mind touch, he would lift your hands up in his own and hold them against his chest with a smile. "Do you know just how brave you are?" He would ask. "Each and every day you keep going can be the hardest thing you've ever done, and it makes me... so proud. You inspire me, and always have. Perhaps together, we can help bring joy to each other's lives. That's all I've ever hoped to do."
Motivational Jon Sims
Jonathan Sims would have tucked himself into a seat beside you as he thought about what to say, fingers drumming where they were crossed together. “I...” He would start to say, then stop with a small laugh, before starting again. “I am hardly the sort I would suggest going to in times of emotional turmoil. However... you are not weak for being afraid, or for not knowing how to handle it. It is... well. It is a unifying thing, fear. No one is comfortable experiencing it, let alone are any more knowledgeable than you are about what to do when faced with it. The only difference is...”
He would stop again, this time glancing up at you before his gaze would lower again with a small smile. “There is no difference. And no shame in reacting in the classic ways, either. Fight or flight or freeze or fawn. You aren’t weak, or any worse of a person for reacting to fear in a way that society doesn’t see as charming. Be aware of how you treat others, but also of how you treat yourself. Learn from the past, as I have. And if you think that will take time, that it is an insurmountable challenge... Well. I will stay with you now, at the start. That is where we are most vulnerable, yes, but where you have the most courage. I am...”
He would give another laugh here, soft and tucked down towards his own hands. “I am proud of you. You are doing what took me so long. Thank you.”
“There will be times that you feel powerless in the coming days,” Zevran would say to you if he were here right now, and in every way that matters, he is. “When you feel small and alone and in need of comfort. And to this I say, it is not such a bad thing to not be strong all of the time, is it?”
“I know, I know,” he would add with a laugh, “I know what you are thinking only too well, my dear. ‘But Zevran, you insightful masterpiece,’ you say to me in a voice like liquid silk, ‘it is more than permissible for other people to want or require aid, but not I! People depend on me! I am strong, and impervious to such worldly concerns as fear or neurodivergences! Look at me go, saving the world! I go!’”
And here, he would pause with raised eyebrows. “And how do you plan on saving said world if you burn yourself out before you are even partway through, I wonder? No one can be strong forever. How about we try a thought experiment, if you will... Infulge me in this last thing, hmm? If I was in your place, would you agree that I should deny myself comfort? Or would you kneel before me as I do you now, and say, ‘Oh, dear one. It is safe to cry here. To be small, here. I will take your burdens until you are ready to take them back. Right here and right now, you are all that matters.’”
motivational alistair
alistair would have one of his crooked smiles waiting for you this morning, one hand curled around his bent knee. "you don't even have to say anything if you don't want to. i can see it all over your face. and, you know," he said, gesturing with his chin at how you twisted and flicked your hands. "people don't say this as much as they should, really, but. it's okay to fail. to give up. sometimes, bashing your head over and over against the same brick wall isn't going to tear down a wall. it's okay to admit that you're tired, or that your disability needs you to rest, or your brain is getting all squiggly, or all that other bunk we have to deal with."
he'd send another quick smile your way, and tilt to bump his shoulder gently against yours. "nobody can be strong all the time. eventually, your body and your brain will remind you that you're human, same as the rest of us. and i wouldn't blame you one bit if you let yourself rest before that happens. more than that," he'd add. "i'd be proud. i am proud. taking care of yourself can be more frightening than facing down any monster, and it takes a strong heart. so. thank you for doing your best at it. and maybe if you do, i'll get a little better at doing it myself," he'd laugh quietly. "it's one of the many things about you that i hope to... well... do myself."
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motivational varric
Varric would have one leg tucked behind his knee where he sat. He swung the other foot in time with the restless tapping of his pen, again and again and again, until he finally looked up at you with a tired smile. “Things can certainly get loud, can’t they? Crowds, family. Stress.” He sighed. “I certainly can’t stretch out my hand and solve all of your problems the way I’d like to, but I can help mold the aftermath.”
He pushed himself to his feet and clasped your hands, one over the other. “You are safe with me. I will protect you as best I can, the way I always have. You won’t be judged here, or left behind. Your place at my table is always waiting for you, no matter what think you’ve done or not done, because…”
He shuddered out a sigh and gripped your hands with a crooked smile. “You’re my person. And I’m yours. That’s the way it was always meant to be, if anything ever was. You and me, against the world. Now. How about one more step, hmm?”
motivational merrill
Merrill would tip her smile back and forth with the bobbing of her head as she eyed you. “It’s alright to be angry, you know,” she would tell you. “It isn’t you failing anybody, even you. I know you’re scared sometimes, and hold it in until it’s a big wriggly mess in your chest, but then…” she stopped and sighed.
“But then it’s hard to be happy sometimes, do you know? If you try to numb being angry, you numb being happy, too. Everything just gets muddled. So get mad! Yell into your pillow or draw a picture or crunch down really hard on your lunch! Anything you feel safe doing, particularly if you feel safer knowing I’m there!” She would beam. “I know I feel safer with you, so. Maybe we can be that support for each other? Only if you want to!” She’d hasten to add. “Sometimes it can get even scarier that way, so… maybe I’ll close my eyes!”
i apologize to anyone who has been waiting on a reply, but i think i might have to put this blog back on temporary hiatus.
this is the time of year i was cyberbullied for months on end a few years ago, and i am not emotionally equipped to handle tumblr right now
please remember the whatever stresses you face today are temporary. everything will be okay, and so will you
Motivational Josephine
Josephine would set her book aside with a smile when she saw you, standing with her hands outstretched. She would cup your cheeks and tug you in to kiss your forehead, if you are comfortable with touch, smiling against your skin. “Nightmares truly can rattle even the most strong and stoutest of us all,” she would murmur as she led you back to her couch to sit close with your hands clasped together. “There is no shame in it, or in needing reassurance after.”
“I am safe, as are those that make your life feel so mych softer with their presence. Your life will only get better as the day goes on, every moment a reminder that life grows with no, instead of shrinking. It will be alright, and so shall you. This,” she would add with a laughing smile, “I can promise. Though I won’t mind seeing it find true with you. Lets see it through together, hmm?”
Could I have a Josephine comforting after some nightmares? I saw you're having a rough night and I hope it gets better for you
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hey, tobias, would i be able to get a motivational post from krem or alistair? i'm dealing with some strong dysphoria today, and it's decided to pack a second punch with fears about my mom realizing how un-feminine her "daughter" is. thank you so much in advance, have a wonderful day!
absolutely, my friend! i hope it helps, and that i can keep helping you every bit as much as knowing you are out there helps me. good luck, and thank you
