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𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁:   𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

[adamanteine-a]

𝖨 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖢𝖨𝖫𝖤— 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘋𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘒 𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛.    highly selective   &  mutuals only    SHAMS AZARI,     an original character of original lore, adaptable to most fandoms. mature  &  triggering topics present. written by inaya    (they / them,  egyptian, twenty seven).   personals do not interact. ALSO FOUND AT: ENYPNEION & EPHAMEREL.

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[adamanteine-a]

okay! new blog is over at @alveyiat! all threads will be moved there and i'll be working on moving some inbox prompts as well :p

[adamanteine-a]

HELLO quick update :p i'm starting to feel much better hehe so i wanted to say that i'll be in the process of moving miss shams to a new blog :p so i'll be doing that and will make another post to publish the url and everything

[adamanteine-a]

ended up catching a horrible cold and got even more sick (everyone boos) but i ended up moving shams' board to its own account because i was having a moment so i think you should follow :p

[adamanteine-a]

still sick but my mind is on shams' crime / bsd verse bc it actually plays sooooo well into shams' character and her choices. in her main verse there are moments that i've mentioned about her actions and how it plays into the fact that she is good, yes, but she also uses said goodness both politically AND socially to get what she wants (whether that involves her role as commander or her role as a princess that changes the system to help others). the thing about politics in high fantasy is that every rotten thing that happens always happens in hiding but in a setting that focuses on crime? you'll be taking that away. her life is completely surrounded with criminals and terrible things that happen under HER radar. the question of goodness gets asked even more frequently now because how good can you actually be when you grew up in such a setting, especially since she's is now "out of the picture" but how out can you be when that's all you know

[adamanteine-a]

HELLAUR i'm gonna go a little quiet for a few days bc i'm sick (again) :p

[adamanteine-a]

she’s sooooo princess to me

[adamanteine-a]

bold what applies. italicize sometimes. repost, don't reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

tagged by: @ninkaku :p tagging: @tormenther, @sarastuss, @moonsworn, @darkdevour, @saintsdawn and whoever else wants to!!

[tormentherarc-deactivated202511]

THE  FINAL  GIRL  AND  THE  MONSTER  ARE  TWO  SIDES  OF  ONE  PERSON.   THINK  ABOUT  IT.   ONE  RUNS  FAST,  AND  SCREAMS,  AND  IS  RESOURCEFUL,  AND  FIGHTS  FOR  HER  FRIENDS.   THE  OTHER  IS  SLOW,  AND  IMPLACABLE,  AND  SILENT,  AND  HE  KILLS  ⸻  AND  IS  ALONE.

independent  and  private  fandomless  original  character,  inspired  by  the  final  girl  phenomena.  k.rpers  do  not  interact.  written  by  reyna (they/she, twenty-eight, seasian). ©

[adamanteine-a]

why am i just now noticing your new icons! HOW BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!! they look so gorgeous inaya!!!!!

HEHEHEH THANK YOUUUUU so happy you say so bc i'm a little obsessed with them rn <3

[sarastuss]

SUCH UNBREAKABLE STRENGTH, : SERENITY WRITTEN ALL OVER HER FEATURES, more often than not, resilience &. determination burn bright as well. but this time, ethereal golden orbs seem more dim ; the glimmer replaced with certain depth. ... she is happy ; lives were saved, both here in the first &. in the source. &. yet. she can not bring herself to deny certain dissatisfaction. AT WHAT COST, DID THIS ALL CAME? she does not regret the choice she made, that she speaks with all her golden heart. ... but, she feels lost. ( she gained back her past, but even that brought forth further loss. ) where other continue to enjoy the night, admiring the starry sky that is finally restored ; there is only so much she can take at a time now, &. moves to somewhere more secluded. ... SITTING DOWN, SHE LOOKS UP AT THE SKY HERSELF, cold, pure glimmer reflected in warm glow. ( there is a strange sensation ) she focuses her gaze down, &. sees it. her hands are shaking. she lets out an exhale, it shakes more than she wishes as well.

@adamanteine : [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands.

A TOUCH COMES, : SOMETHING THAT STEADIES HER. with an blink of her eyes, she lifts her head to meet with the warmth &. understanding that radiates from the beautiful features of shams. ... lush lips press into a line, &. the warrior of light offers an nod, ( as a sign of gratitude ) before gaze is averted once more, looking down at the hands that now rest securely in her own grasp. ❝ i'm alright, ❞ AH, THE FAMILIAR MANTRA. both of them know it all too well. ❝ i did not mean to bring forth any concern. i just needed some time. ❞ this time, lips curl ever so slightly at the corners ... yet they fail to reach seas of gold. ❝ you should join the festivities among the others. ❞

[adamanteine-a]

an echo haloed by the light of the moon, the white caps glimmering in the distance with stars hanging high and not a single trace of a cloud. it was a sight the people they had lost would be proud of. trees of brilliant green and yellow blend together in the shadow of darkness, birds of light settling for the night.  it has her body relaxing for a few seconds, arms crossed over the edge as she looks out into the endless festive spirits in front of her. a flicker above has her attention drawn to it instantly, head tilting to observe the flash of what looks like stars until it grows brighter and brighter. the streak of light in the sky grows brighter until it outshines the others in the sky, until it breaks apart.  as it always does. her muscles ache just a little bit at this point, but it was something she'd expect after the events they have been through. she takes the chance to glance around, observing all that she can hear and see. something was wrong, she could easily tell. it never took her long to figure that something was out of place, so when she takes a look around, she notices that she cannot find sarastus anywhere.

in that very moment, the streak becomes two, two falling stars that race each other across the expanse of the inky sky until the smaller one vanishes from sight to leave the other to traverse the rest of the sky alone. it leaves a solemn weight on her chest as she watches the lone star vanish behind the peak of one of the mountains that surround her. now she knows something is definitely wrong. she moves to start finding her friend, something she finds much easier to do now. she has the warrior of light's energy memorized like it was something she was born with (and perhaps she was). her head tilts as she finds her sitting down somewhere. she moves without even thinking to kneel down and grab a hold of her hand, before her head gently shakes at the words that leave her. ``     it's just me. it's okay if you're not.    `` her voice is a different type of soft now. it's a gentleness that seems so soothing that it would radiate warmth if it could. ``     do you want to be alone? i can go if that's what you wish.    `` she lets out a breath. ``     if not, i would rather stay here with you. you do not have to carry it alone, i promise.    ``

[darkdevour]

DA VERSE STARTER | @adamanteine

THE GRASS AT HER FEET IS CHARRED IN THE SHAPE OF A MAN, smoke and ash suspended on the wind like snow to scatter him across the emerald graves. the mercenary watches them dispassionately. violet-gold eyes flat and unfeeling, a simmering in her chest that aches and burns with the need to roar locked tight behind her lips. instead, she murmurs just loud enough for the stranger to hear. " he was hunting me, it was deserved. " a bold statement but one she does not rescind as vasya meets the gaze of the other. she is wary, as she must be, shifting her stance so she might bolt if needed. it was far too late to shift the blame to some unsuspecting spirit or anomaly in the ancient wood. too late to hollow her voice and her eyes and pretend to be harmless again. not that she delighted in such a farce anymore. it grated to be what she never wished to again, even for safeties sake.

afternoon sun spills like gold through the mighty boughs above, dappling the ground around them as they stand some yards apart like beasts in the underbrush as they appraise each other. "If... you might keep this to yourself I would greatly appreciate it. there are more than enough oddities to keep the masses occupied as of late." reversed tranquility would certainly enhance the chaos.

[adamanteine-a]

shams blinks for a second as a fickle moment passes. she's admonishing the stranger, but she's doing so almost gently, with an easygoing kind of disapproval. as if what she's just witnessed wasn't truly such a big of a deal. in reality, it wasn't. she's seen much worse in her lifetime— things that were much more bloodier and much more brutal. her lips curl up, smoothly, an action she’s grown awfully used to over the years. smiles are a form of currency, she has come to realize. smiles of deceit, of fondness, of barely contained disgust. all kinds of smiles, whether plastered on or genuine, are a means to meet an end. a single tug of her lips, encompassing an immeasurable number of unspoken words. the smile that she graces her with is an amused one. it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, but it’s friendly enough. ``     ah, i'm sure it was.    `` she doesn't truly work on giving a proper response to the action she had seen a few minutes ago, but she stands still because she's interested.

she had just finished the tasks she'd set for herself over at the camp with the grey wardens, offering both the lion's guard and her own help with the current issue that seemed to be unavoidable. compared to that, this seemed like a minor inconvenience. one long, careful moment passes by.  she hums, smiling a little at the sickening irony of it all. she'd rather it be cold right now, if she were honest. she imagines it as if it were blanketed by snow and frost that has yet to be stained red. the pure white is a warning, never a consolation. her head tilts. ``     sure. why not? you seem to be dealing with this interestingly on your own.    `` a pause. ``     just like you said, there are enough oddities as there is.    `` one of them being shams herself, after all. ``     would you like assistance with anything, however? i can pretend we've never met if you'd like otherwise.    ``

[ofdruigh]

"well, look who it is." a gleam in golden eyes does not speak of glee at the sight of her. a bystander might never have believed their ears. brynn looks like she hasn’t bathed in three days, dried blood crusting her armour, worn down leather and mail. the half-elf‘s hair is streaked with grey, falling in dull waves down to her shoulders. across from shams who shines like the sun, brynn looks like a stray lacking the decency to keep to itself. "isn’t often you see one of us wearing clothes like that." whatever frail sense of self-preservation remains in brynn keeps her from finishing that thought out loud. never really were one of us, were you? instead she gives a curt and mocking bow of her head. fresh blood from where a ring tore her skin in a punch to her cheek drips onto the cobblestone. when she wipes her face with the back of her hand, it only smears.

"don‘t tell me you’ve come here just for me … "

@adamanteine

[adamanteine-a]

she turns her face, angles it to look at brynn. there’s an easy smile playing at her lips, but isn’t there always? ``     well, look who it is.    `` she echoes, soft, tapping her fingers against the blade in her belt— the air still smells the same as she remembers it. she doesn't truly mind the comment that comes her way. shams knew that no matter what image she shows the world, her clothes and way of life are simply a way she is able to take what she needs around those of the same status as her. like a wolf in sheep's clothing, she would say. except there is also a knight, just ahead, tall and imposing, covered in steel from head to toe. as she holds a blinding sword, facing the sky, she does nothing to stop the raindrops ricocheting off her burgonet. and in comes the wolf. gracious, growling, snarling and showing off the white of its fangs. dragging its claws against the ground, unruly fur ruffled by the harsh breeze.

a silent fury shows itself on its tongue. the wolf begins to chase the knight. or maybe it’s the knight chasing the wolf. one can’t really tell. they run in circles around each other, like the sun and the moon, an orbit of violence, matching their steps. almost in harmony. almost, but not quite, because soon enough they will close in on what they really want. she grins, then, a little dangerous, but it is as gentle as ever. ``     i am.    `` a pause. ``     why, does that surprise you now?    ``

[adamanteine-a]

erin lecount’s silver spoons but it’s actually about current shams and her younger self. young shams grew up in a loving home with parents who cherished her for who she is as she was their walking pride of joy. current shams is still cherished but only because of what she has given. take that away and they will only see the young girl who’s wings got taken away and who caused a war AND a drift in their family dynamics. she knows her brother looks at her sometimes with eyes that want to actually see her younger self!! there are different scenarios of how things would be if the shams who never got captured grew up and it eats at shams every single day <3

when erin says “you were kind i was cruel maybe in another life i was you” it talks both about shams’ cruelty and harshness towards herself as she never sees herself as enough AND about how she always imagines how she would turn out like if what happened to her never did. when erin also says “when we fight i refuse to eat” it’s about shams fighting with her younger self about things that only matter in regards to her wellbeing. she cares very little about it while her younger self clearly does. “someone who could swallow love” because everyone loves a version of shame but no one can handle her raw true self. i could go into detail about each line but GRRRRRR

[piscesarchivee]

to tell a story in the form of flowers, what would i say?

[thiedas]

He hasn't had much opportunity to see Antiva, much less the rest of Thedas since he got out — in fact, all he's seen was the little it took to return to the Crow's hideout before he was whisked away to the fade, a place someone like him should never go — or, if they could, they should fear it, considering the demon that lived inside of him. Lucanis nods as she speaks, Val Royeaux, Orlais, places he'd only heard of but never visited. The Crows don't take contracts in southern Thedas anymore.

“ Notice what, the beauty of Thedas or how well traveled you are? ” He stares down at the mug in his hand, hoping the warm liquid inside will help fight the sleep that threatens to take over. “ The beauty of Thedas will wait until I'm called again, which, based on how Rook took my situation, I'm not sure will be anytime soon — and for how well - traveled you are, we have barely spoken. I guess this means you'll have to tell me stories, so I can make that assumption on my own. ”

[adamanteine-a]

she smiles. shams loved where she came from— the sun - kissed glow of her skin, the endless warmth that felt like home. but every now and then, it was healing to return to her travels, to see different locations. there was a peace in her in those nights, a quiet place to rest and breathe. and sometimes, it gave her this: a glimpse of the people she cared for, caught in the small, unspoken ways they each live their lives. the room was quiet, save for their current conversation. she hums a sound that sounded a lot like agreement, like complete contentment. her family has told her they'd recognized it in her, always feeling compelled to compare it to the cat that had dubbed itself the true ruler of her father's meeting room. she stifled a laugh at the thought.  she tilts her head toward him, a gentle and calm smile quickly turning into a chuckle. ``     no, the beauty of thedas.    `` her eyes scan his face before she responds simply. ``     is there a place you'd like to hear about the most? i often travel for certain tasks. i don't often manage to make enough time to explore my surroundings, so each time i do, i tend to remember quite well.    `` a second after she finishes speaking, she lets out a little ah sound, before she turns. ``     forgive me, i forgot to ask. do you want anything to eat? or perhaps anything else to drink?    ``

[adamanteine-a]

WHAT TRAGIC DEATH WOULD YOU SUFFER?

THE SACRIFICE. you die saving the thing you love. maybe it is family, friends, perhaps even a cause. they will carry your face with them for the rest of their lives, and every milestone they pass will make them think of you. it does not matter because you won't be there to experience it with them. years down the line, they will meet people who do not even know the weight of your name upon their skin. this is what your selflessness gets you in the end.

tagged by: @isrya :p thank you hehe tagging: @ninkaku, @yoseno, @tormenther, @sarastuss, @moonsworn, @darkdevour and whoever else wants to!