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ARCHIVED AS OF 6/24/25.

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fuck it, we ball

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realized i hate. HATE the way sideblogs work on tumblr so i'm just going to take this and shift it to its own account today

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herald of andraste / inquisitor

hard of hearing dalish hunter accidentally becomes shemlen prophet and she is kind of bad at it. more at 11

[timotaychalamet]

The Substance (2024) dir. Coralie Fargeat

[behindfairytales]

icons of Tom Cullen in Knightfall (s2) as Landry du Lauzon

more icons right here

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elodie is the quiet, overly serious companion. she only speaks up when she needs to. very rarely does she have a sense of humor, but on the rare occasion she does manage to crack a joke, the entire party pauses. looks at her. and then each member ends up with a collapsed lung because they laughed too hard

[zazrichor]

summer nights in the korcari wilds

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hold my hand . from little anora to maric?

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞.  |  always accepting. 

❛  of course. ❜  maric's index finger is outstretched and extended to the toddling young girl, who balances atop a stone barrier lining the courtyard. cailan leads the charge into the estate, leaping from step stone to step stone, blasted stick in hand. it was the same one he'd  thwacked  anora with several times before, despite her fervent protest,  and subsequently, is the reason for their return.  ❛  your father would never forgive me if i brought you back to him with  skinned  knees. ❜

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thinking about the emotional turmoil fenris must experience when varania tells him he opted for the lyrium brands. that he bested other warriors, other slaves for it. as a teenaged boy. experiencing the trauma of their creation, forgetting who he was, his sister, his mother. enduring danarius' abuse, hadriana's, feeling like a stranger in his own body, hating himself and everyone around him just to be told he asked for it.

realizing in the same split second that he did it for his family, and that he can be okay with that, only to have varania say that he wound up with the better bargain.

are you fuckign kidding me,

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#personally i think this is why fenris To Me wouldn't want to pursue reconnection with his sister (assuming he doesn't unalive her)

to elaborate on this - i think he could eventually rebuild a tentative relationship with varania (assuming she wanted it in the first place), but it would come after a long, painful stretch of healing (which, i think after the events of the blue wraith comics, he'd be in a place to start that). there are a lot of things fenris needs to come to grips with before he would even be able to attempt it, bridging that gap

[lace-deactivated]

my kind of flirting is getting into a physical fight with someone and finally pressing them against a brick wall, a knee between their legs and my hand roughly grabbing their jaw, leaning in way too close into their personal space and whispering “you done already?”

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thinking about the emotional turmoil fenris must experience when varania tells him he opted for the lyrium brands. that he bested other warriors, other slaves for it. as a teenaged boy. experiencing the trauma of their creation, forgetting who he was, his sister, his mother. enduring danarius' abuse, hadriana's, feeling like a stranger in his own body, hating himself and everyone around him just to be told he asked for it.

realizing in the same split second that he did it for his family, and that he can be okay with that, only to have varania say that he wound up with the better bargain.

are you fuckign kidding me,

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look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ? //for fenwissssss

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞.  |  always accepting. 

holding his own in a fight is,  and has always been,  as natural as breathing;  weaving about enemies,  slashing at exposed midsections,  blocking blades and parrying them.  he’s a blur of translucent sapphire as fenris steps through a slaver’s front.  disappearing through the negative space existing between their reality and the next,  only to reappear at his back and bury the length of lethendralis through the very abdomen he’d phased through.  meanwhile, confirmed with a quick,  assessing glance,  the other slavers in the coterie are preoccupied with carver and hawke;  the metallic sound of carver’s upswing cutting through flesh and muscle, followed by a staggered groan. then, that of crunching metal and bone as hawke effortlessly hauls their target into the air and slams them into the stone-laid ground of the courtyard.  there he rests,  motionless.  𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞. 

but one other exists outside of his periphery.  fenris has little time to regret letting his guard down the moment he realizes he’s done it. 

one moment,  he’s pausing to flick the blood off of his blade,  prepared to turn on the two enemy mages  —  both of which, much to fenris’ satisfaction, are wide-eyed and stumbling, backpedaling, ready to bolt  —  and the next, following a guttural battle cry and a sharp, splitting pain, the world goes dark. 

it’s the throb at the back of his skull as his consciousness claws its way back that stirs him. not the form hovering above him as his eyelids flutter,  drawing the world around him back into an unfocused haze.  not the sound of carver muttering under his breath as he paces away from him. his perspective is skewed.  off.  he isn’t looking head on at the back of carver’s head,  he’s looking up,  angled.  why is he on the ground  — 

 ❛  fenris. ❜  he doesn’t even realize his head swivels toward the sound of his own name. ❛  look at me.  ❜  the blur above him is drawn partially into his vision, and then right back out again. the voice is concerned, tight. midday light flares behind their form as fenris’ vision finally makes a half-hearted attempt to focus, illuminating the strands of blond that have escaped the cord tying it back. 

fenris blinks once,  twice,  as the  splitting  headache  pressing down over his temples pounds in time with the furious beat of his heart.  he recognizes it now.  anders.  the  . . . mage,  whose hand lifts and mercifully blocks out the sun.  the relief is substantial.  ❛  how many fingers am i holding up?  ❜

the number of fingers he’d held up meant very little  —. and fenris mutters as much as he shoves himself upright, one hand braced against the blood spattered walkway beneath him. 

hawke’s chuckle reaches him from his right.  ❛  i think he is fine.  ❜

❛  for now, maybe. ❜  he’d swear that beneath that layer of concern exists amusement in anders’ voice.  his palm twitches,  threatening to curl into a fist against his thigh as the mage continues.  ❛  i would be willing to wager he’s concussed. ❜

❛  concussed,  ❜  fenris repeats,  deadpan and dry-mouthed.  

❛  concussed,  ❜  anders parrots. if he looks hard enough, fenris could swear that the curve of his mouth twitches with amusement as he fishes for something at his hip.  ❛  don’t worry;  hawke took care of the brute who managed to get the better of you,   carver finished up the rest,  and  i  have stopped the bleeding. ❜ 

the familiar,  medicinal scent of  something  touches his senses;  his gaze darts to the uncorked bottle held outstretched to him,  hesitating. 

apparently, the human senses it.  his brows lift, and anders holds the bottle aloft a fraction closer, voice softening,  ❛  it’s an elfroot potion.  might want it  sooner,  rather than later.  it will help with the headache.  ❜

he could be stubborn. fenris could dig in his heels, knock the outstretched offering away with the back of his hand and nurse his wounds on his own with a bottle of whatever he could find in the wine cellar of his commandeered estate.  but the look on anders’ face is almost exasperatingly pleading;  despite the irritation,  fenris hardly has the energy to argue.  the clawed fingers of his gauntlet curl over the glass with a muted clink, and begrudgingly,  he brings the bottle to his mouth.  the contents, downed in one go.  pain relief isn’t instant,  but the cooling sensation blooming through his throat,  into his chest,  and down to the tips of his fingers clears his head of the dulling ache enough.  at least enough to think. enough to haul himself to his feet after some time. 

the smile in anders’ voice is audible. and infuriating.  ❛  better?  ❜

❛  do not push it.  ❜ 

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— CHARACTER BIO: 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐘

timeline:

born in 9:12 to renee and alexandre adigery in hightown. the youngest of three. older brother, edmund (three years her senior), and eldest sister, emelie (fifteen years her senior).

in 9:15, emelie takes her vows, officially a knight in the templar order.

in 9:18, elodie's connection with the fade begins to manifest in her day to day life. wracked with nightmares and terrified of the things she sees in her dreams, elodie becomes sleep-avoidant and develops chronic sleep insomnia. her parents suspect she may be a mage, but renee and alexandre, disillusioned by the chantry and sympathetic to the oppression mages face in kirkwall, agree to keep it hush-hush until it's confirmed or their daughter becomes a danger to herself and the family.

in 9:19, after a year of recurring night terrors and sleepless nights, alexandre begins making preparations to move his wife and two young children back to orlais, to their familial estate.

elodie's nightmares end abruptly. the child sleeps through the night (at her own body's behest), but rising tension is noted between elodie and her brother, edmund.

9:20 - the adigery family is awoken in the night to screaming, routine at first. but it isn't elodie; it's edmund. five hours later, before the sun rises on kirkwall, his heart gives out.

elodie, three days after her brother's wake and two after emelie's return to the gallows, she admits to her mother that she had inflicted edmund with the nightmare in a impulsive need for someone to understand what she went through on a nightly basis, what kept her so scared of sleeping. he teased her relentlessly, hounded her sleep when she was finally able to rest soundly, and terrorized her to no end. when renee asks her if she'd meant to hurt him, she shakes her head.

9:20 — elodie is escorted from her home in hightown by a coterie of templars. her parents do not weep in the streets, and elodie does not scream. emelie adigery is abruptly reassigned to the circle in cumberland.

9:20 - 9:32 — elodie resides within the circle of kirkwall, the gallows. a knack for entropy magic surfaces; due to its nature, she is kept on a tight leash. after her harrowing, most of her time is spent as an assistant to senior enchanters; this time becomes more and more scarce as more and more restrictions are placed on the mages in kirkwall.

9:31 — a rumor surfaces that a harrowed mage provides services in secret to templars experiencing adverse side effects from overuse of lyrium. through this, elodie learns of the tunnels under the gallows.

9:32 — a templar, routine in his use of her services and once-close friend of emelie, agrees to help her escape.

9:32 — elodie is conscripted into the wardens by blair shepard.

*more to be added.

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— CHARACTER BIO: 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑

name: maric theirin, savior and king of ferelden race: human gender: male, cis pronouns: he/him year of birth: 8:78 age: — dragon age: the stolen throne: 18-19 — dragon age: the calling: 29-30 — dragon age origins and on: 50-59 year of death: 9:38

sexuality: closeted bisexual straight status: married widowed as of 9:07 children: cailan theirin, alistair theirin

eyes: grey build: thickset and muscled; broad shouldered height: 6'4" (193 cm) distinguishing marks/features: a few scars along his arms, abdomen, and shoulders from years of battle. most often identified by his fair features. hair: 1A; straight, fine. ash blond, shoulder length. usually slightly unkempt.

occupation: rebel, outlaw, vagabond king of ferelden class: warrior, two handed and sometimes, shield-wielding. capable fighter. preferred clothing/armor: partial-plate weapon of choice: dwarven arcane longsword, found in the deep roads and gifted by king endrin aeducan. eventually given to cailan after his disappearance on his trek to wycome, and upon cailan's coronation; received by his illegitimate heir, alistair, after cailan's death at the battle of ostagar. abilities: none; non-magical most known for: ousting the orlesian occupation of ferelden and unifying the country in 9:00. known by the qunari to have dragon's blood through his ancestor, king calenhad

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— CHARACTER BIO: 𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒

name: leto fenris race: elf  gender: male pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual place of birth: seheron, northern thedas place of residence: tevinter imperium. kirkwall, free marches year of birth: 9:05 age: — dragon age 2: 25+ — inquisition: 36 — veilguard: 48 eyes: green, wide-set & clear. build: slight, lanky, but lean. distinguishing marks: covered in scar-like markings from head to toe infused with lyrium that glow with the activation of his abilities. hair: 1A; straight, fine. sandy blonde; white after the lyrium ritual. occupation: mercenary. class: warrior, two handed. preferred clothing/armor: treated leather, reinforced with plate; gauntlets. weapon of choice: lethendralis, a greatsword. abilities: due to the lyrium markings, fenris can phase partially, or entirely through people or objects. often uses this to his advantage in battle.

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[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .