kirkwallin'

where are we going? how should i know? do i look like the leader of this merry band of misfits? indie marian hawke. written by madi.

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[divinetruth-hiatus]

armoured fingers clenching tighter around a worn book, cheeks burning wine red   ❛    champion.   ❜   a pause, cassandra’s eyes cast downwards at the hole in the middle of the book.   ❛   i - have a favour to ask of you.    ❜   · // @bloodstrucke

[bloodstrucke]

     oh, if she had a sovereign for every time she’s heard that. 

               “alright. let me hear it.”

[greelin]

you're familiar with making good decisions, now get ready for

making awful ones. just completely fucking everything up. absolutely wrecking it, in every possible way, while laughing

[findingwordsforthoughts]

i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.

marina v., is hope still hope if it burns your throat?  (via fox-corner)

[rpmemesupreme-blog]

pry-- send me a symbol for...

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[bloodstrucke]

*has slightly stable relationship*

brain: ruin it

me: why

brain: you gotta

[lessonsmesuivent]

Visit Original Link

[bloodstrucke]

put your hands up if you know you’re gonna lose

[kissthefuture]

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[yanderechild-archive]

me, introducing myself: it is i, your local asshole

[bloodstrucke]

      [ Bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options! ]

Book smarts OR Street smarts Introverted OR Extroverted Sensible OR Imaginative Brave OR Foolhardy Family OR Friends Wrath OR Greed Sunrise OR Sunset Indoors OR Outdoors Night owl OR Early bird Technology OR Old fashioned Left-handed OR Right-handed

[recentgooglesearches]

If im stabbed do I get to keep the knife

[memewhore]

[saintdri]

[bloodstrucke]

Anon said:  18. Surprised kiss for Pentahawke

[sugaontherim]

[bloodstrucke]

rolls in with some cute selfies i took of the rainbow eyeshadow i did this weekend - yeah, munday was yesterday, but i didn’t have school so i kind of forgot.

[lyriumless-blog]

     if he’d thought, even for a moment,   that he would be greeted with smiles      and pleasantries upon their reunion,  he’d have been a fool.     fortunately,       he knew better than to expect anything  other than what he’d already been      granted: a casual, calm start, that quickly evolved into a jab at who — no,      what — he used to be. she pits his own words against him, and as though      in response, his insides begin to twist and turn.   the rest of the inquisition      might have forgiven his misdoings,  might have chosen to look past them       because of his new position as their commander,     but the woman before      him would not be so easily swayed.      their history was kirkwall’s history,      and kirkwall’s history was a particularly bloody one.

     and cullen,  of course,  had played a part that would not soon be forgotten.

     “ they’ve been treated well, as equals, and have returned this treatment in      kind. i see no reason for it to be any other way.    our interests are aligned,      after all;    they want  to put a stop  to corypheus and his army just the way      the rest of us do.

     … this isn’t kirkwall. the situation here is … — things are different. “

[bloodstrucke]

               does he think that showing small kindnesses to these                mages now, when the inquisitor has no doubt ordered                him to do as much, will in any way make up for the                years he stood by meredith, all of the injustices that he                committed for her? it won’t. atonement is a hollow fantasy.                past deeds are solid, unchanging, immutable. the things                you have done will always be the things you have done.

                                                                       “you’re right - this isn’t kirkwall.” 

     she had been aiming for her usual lofty snark, but a note      of sharp, bitter anger worms its way into her voice at the      end of the sentence. this is not kirkwall - no, skyhold is      standing, thriving, and kirkwall lies in ruins. centuries of      neglect weighing down these walls, and the repairs here      are still progressing faster than the repairs there. thick,      hot hate swells in her chest -- my city now, my city now,       my city now. there is still dried blood in the cracks between      the cobblestones.

                                          it is not as though she bears kirkwall any sort of affection.                                           she hates the place. kirkwall took her for everything she                                           had left and then continued to take. but she has poured so                                           much of herself into its stones that she cannot help but feel                                           as though the city is an extension of herself - a second body,                                           my city now. all that is done unto kirkwall is done unto her.                                           something base and instinctual in her gut calls her back there.

                              “the distinct lack of lyrium-crazed knight-commanders lording                               over tyrannical, oppressive dictatorships does rather give it away.                                                                  oh - i suppose i should congratulate you!                                                                 you’ve picked someone halfway decent to                                                                  obey blindly this time around. well done.”