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[psych-quotes]

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.”

― Laurell K. Hamilton (via psych-quotes)

[wolfspirals]

In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes [x] (via wolfspirals)

[dowagerqueen]

"Mommy will I rule Ferelden one day...or will my king?"

At the innocent question her daughter poses, Anora sets her pen aside and carefully lifts the princess up into her arms. Tiny feet dangle from underneath her nightgown as she is carried, out of the study, and through the halls of the royal palace.

"My dear," she coos over the blonde child, gently stroking back curls still messy from sleep, "Never forget that you are not just a princess to be won by some man in a bid. You are the granddaughter of the Hero of River Dane, and of a great King."

Anora pauses in her step and hazards a glance into the throne room, where her husband (looking too much like his brother for his own good when he smiles) is happily speaking with a maid, helping her to clean a mess that is, no doubt, of his own making.

"You are also the daughter of a great king, but don't tell him I said that. Greatness has made you, and it beats in your heart same as blood. So, if you will it, you will rule Ferelden one day. If any husband you take attempts to tell you otherwise, then he is not a man who is fit to wed."

[alphabadass]

Child Meme: Ask me anything as my child. Go to my ask box and rip out my heart in any and every way possible. I dare you.

[honestlythea]

[dowagerqueen]

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"Heeeey! It’s not nearly as bad as you make it sound… Okay, maybe a little."

"Alistair, you kept Eamon for over three hours prattling on about how much more exciting it is to slay a drake than a dragon, because of the difference in speed. Three hours."

[thedasdirectory]

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[dowagerqueen]

When Anora is honestly, truly annoyed, she will massage her temples with her forefingers and her thumb of one hand, and close her eyes. Usually, this is coupled with a long exhale. In her early relationship with Cailan, it was a gesture reserved only for his company, and as time wore on, it seemed to disappear.

After being wed to Alistair though, it has reappeared in full force, and seems to have become the standard default gesture for "make him stop babbling, please."

[dowagerqueen]

"I know your game. No shadows. No lies. Just you and me."

"Ser Bertillon, is it?" 

Anora gestures to the seat across from her at the table that separates the two bodies in the well-lit room. Her intent is clear in this; there is no throne, nor step upon which the former templar would be meant to kneel and bow her head. The two are equals there, and Anora would have it no other way.

"I assure you, Ser, that I do not intend to play games, nor do I steep myself in shadows or falsehoods. I pride myself in being an honest ruler--honest to my people as well as to myself. So, it is with that honest curiosity that I ask you this."

She leans backwards in her chair and presses her fingertips together, watching the taller warrior as she is silhouetted against the light of a roaring fire. Anora's eyes never leave her, and with good reason. It would be unwise to look away from a woman who could easily surpass her in any form of physical combat. 

"Why is it that you left the Templar Order of Orlais?"

[dowagerqueen]

"Let’s see. Do I respond well to threats? I don’t think I do."

"You'll find that we are quite alike in that regard."

Anora holds her head high over the rogue, keeping firm eye contact. Many of the armored guard around her have their hands at their weapons, ready to leap before the Queen should she be endangered. 

"Knowing that we are of like mind, I suggest that you return your arms to their rightful places, lest you find yourself biting off far more than you can chew. I mean you no ill will, though if you strike first, there will undoubtedly be retaliation beyond your caliber." 

The Queen of Ferelden is no frightened, sheltered girl, hidden away behind dresses and veils, to simply stand and wait for her own guard to address a threat as they saw it fit to do. She is the child of a hero, who watched his back as he pored over maps and spoke strategy and wielded a blade. Power and control are in her very being, and she will not allow anyone, least of all a slight elf, wrench it from her grasp without a fight. 

[spiritflux]

Sentence meme: Dragon Age edition

"That’s a lot of dead people."

"If it didn’t hurt to breathe right now, I’d hug you."

"Just keep thinking good thoughts."

"If there’s something good or beautiful in any of this, please, enlighten me."

"Sorry, I have a reputation to maintain."

"Don’t panic, but I think we’ve been through here before."

"What am I hearing? I don’t want to hear this! I’m not hearing this!"

"If we keep going, eventually we’ll get somewhere! Probably an airing cupboard. I seem to wind up in those a lot."

"I can’t believe I wore this! Maker, what was I thinking?"

"You’re telling me you never gave your blade the ol’ spit shine?"

"Wait… What are you talking about?"

"Let’s see. Do I respond well to threats? I don’t think I do."

"Shall we end this quickly?"

"You have not paid for your crime yet."

"Who’s laughing now, huh?"

"You are the last of nothing. This is pointless… you’ve lost."

"I know your game. No shadows. No lies. Just you and me."

"Do you have any idea what’s at stake here?"

"The hate you inspire is unfortunate."

"You better have a good reason for bothering me."

"Does the word ‘insane’ mean anything to you?"

"Not listening! La la-la la la!"

"Somebody’s been drinking."

"That’s a most offensive odor!"

"I am a woman and I reserve the right to be inconsistent!"

"Let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs."

"Congratulations, you have found a waste bin."

"I saw you playing with that kitten!"

“Let’s see… When was the last time I slipped my hand into some dark hole? Hmm… Long story, that.”

“You can probe me anytime.”

“Now that we’ve talked about tying me up in that context, do we have any extra rope about?”

“I have just browned my trousers, yes?”

"Andraste’s flaming sword - I know where babies come from!"

"Are your fruits forbidden?"

“Where can I get some sauce for that rump roast?”

"Bad things happen when I lead. We get lost, people die, and the next thing you know I’m stranded somewhere without any pants." 

"We were already doomed. A quick death now or a slow one later - I’d rather die fighting."

"Well, it can be a lot to take in I know."

"I swear it was this big!”

"Don’t look, but I think that whore’s making eyes at you."

"I am not cleaning this up."

"Well… at least I’m not dead."

[sonofferelden]

Loghain never had been the most doting of fathers and to this day he still found it difficult. Absorbed in studying maps of other countries, he felt content learning about the lands he had yet to visit. Should he ever somehow end up in such lands, he would not be at a significant loss. As he always thought; it never hurt to be prepared. It wasn’t just survival that he studied them oh-so-carefully, but that of curiosity and fascination. When he heard a familiar beat of purposeful yet light feet coming his way, he needed not look up to know who it was he was speaking to, “Anora,” he drawled, “I had hoped to speak with you.”

[dowagerqueen]

"Had you?"

She had hoped that her father would have heard her approach, even without her announcing herself, and in that, Anora was not disappointed. It would not do justice for the great Hero of River Dane to have been startled by the presence of his own daughter, no matter how quiet or delicate she presented herself. There was no need to tiptoe around her own father, at any rate; he'd proven that, coarse a man as he was, he wasn't one to lay a hand where it wasn't needed. 

The maps that had been laid out on the table before him were both foreign and familiar to her. There was Gwaren, of course, but many more alongside it. There were places that she'd yet to see with her own eyes, and then ones that were more familiar, all laid out before her father like he intended to conquer them all. Even if he were not the one on the throne, ruling over Ferelden, he seemed very much the king of those domains, sitting before those maps.

[dowagerqueen]

sonofferelden started following you

"Good evening, Father."