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I promise I'm here, just not feeling the serious mood that is required for Alistair right now. Home life is taking its toll on me.
I have Skype if anyone wants to chat/skype call.
*Dicks around on her other, less serious blog.*
Griffons and Blights; (8tracks)
The Maker smiles sadly on his Grey Wardens, so the Chantry says, as no sacrifice is greater than theirs.
{{Grey Warden Fanmix}}
Everybody Wants To Rule The World {Lorde}, Protectors of the Earth {Two Steps From Hell}, Glory and Gore {Lorde}, The Mighty Fall {Fall Out Boy}, Seven Nations Army {The White Stripes}, Radioactive {Covered by Lindsey Sterling and Pentatonix}, Black {Kari Kimmel}, 24 {Jem}, Far Too Young To Die { Panic! At The Disco}, This is War {30 Seconds to Mars}, Reignite {Malukah}, Ready Aim Fire {Imagine Dragons}
Alistair in armor that doesn’t make sense lore wise but god damn does he look good in it appreciation.
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kirkwallbirdofprey:
#[*Loud frowning in general direction*]#’Take a bath’
You first, ‘Raised By Dogs.’
Maker I was hoping you were some sort of bad dream. Greasy haired bastard.
No, thank the Maker I’m not. You would have had to actually lead yourself. And lead yourself you would — right into a ditch.
Better a ditch than into a pack of abominations.
Smell better too, most likely.
#[*Loud frowning in general direction*]#’Take a bath’
You first, ‘Raised By Dogs.’
Maker I was hoping you were some sort of bad dream. Greasy haired bastard.
Alistair: I… have something to tell you. Lucian: Let me guess: you’re an idiot.
maybe the one dialogue choice in DA:O that is actually extremely Lucian. (via kirkwallbirdofprey)
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Queen Anora Mac Tir and King Alistair Theirin
If you read the rules and information of a rp page before interaction, can you reblog this, please? I want to see how many do.
Time for speeps.
/fall
"Congratulations on your marriage, your Nation thanks you."
PLOT IDEA: Nearly one hundred years ago an invisible murderer swept across the nation killing all those in its wake. It cared not of your skin, gender or age it’s only cared to burn your body from the inside out. It was a plague that snatched children from parent’s tight holds and lovers from firmly clasped hands with no remorse. It took ten years for the virus to run its course and die out before the nation could rebuild the number that they once had before the plague came. To ensure that they would become the once prosperous nation they once were the remaining leaders created a set of new laws that bind their citizens to bettering the entire nation.
When each citizen reaches the prime age of eighteen they are contracted in marriage to another individual who will heritability benefit the growth of the country. The female’s after being paired would travel on Contract Day to their husband’s birth city to live with him in a home that was provide to the couple by the government. The male’s would stay in their birth city but, move out of their parent’s home and into a home that was provided to them. In some cases, the couple was transported to another state where they were more needed.
Each couple would then produce at least four children and if they were to produce more the government would compensate them for their bountifulness. If a couple could not produce the quota, they were subjected to punishment by the government. This punishment varied from each person but, they were typically never heard from again. If a spouse dies, a new one would be assign to the widow and the family would be relocated, if their quota has not already been met. It was rare but, not unheard of for such a thing to happen.
In the year 2133 it is time for Muse A to meet their spouse Muse B on Contract Day. As soon as they sign their contracts they will receive a packet on their spouse, information on their vocation, keys to their new home and a if they are a female a ticket for the train to their new home town. All the classes and schooling they’ve taken has led up to this day. Now, all that’s left is to actually meet and begin their lives.
*Shoots with love and hugs.*
does this mean i don’t have to run in a crowd in a faceless town to feel the touch of a friend?
*Carries you off.*
Oh I’m so going to hit you for that. With a nerf bat.
now now, no reason to be violent, your majesty~!
*Shoots with love and hugs.*
None of that was okay.
no one expects the dalish feelings inquisition!
Oh I'm so going to hit you for that. With a nerf bat.
