DAWN WILL COME.

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hey, guys!! sorry i’ve been pretty much dead — between school, school work , and work, i haven’t had a whole lot of time to spend on roleplay. but i don’t intend to go totally dead just yet. ah, i may have to put myself on a semi-hiatus until thanksgiving, however, for my own sanity & the sake of my grades. i’ll make an official post about everything on tuesday after class, which is when i believe is the next time i’ll be able to come on and do things in-chara. still a ways away, but it’s coming!! so thanks for everyone that’s held on & waited for me so far, & i’ll see you all soon.

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“may i have this dance?” [ <: ]

( masquerade ball starters ) / ( not accepting )

    the evening sky is a kind of velveteen DARKNESS, embracing him / caressing him. and he is unnerved. gloved hands clasp the stone edge, tightly. ( holy boy, glory child, why the need to hold you form / why the need to hold yourself up? ) bloodshed and dancing, intertwined, made worse with a judgmental court’s gaze fixated upon a lone elf —– scrutinizing, analyzing. oh, he felt their HOSTILITY. palpable; tangible —- an unusual thickness in the air that surrounded him all night. being the center of ATTENTION, it was, indeed, a foreign concept to one who had been forsaken by their own clan. dazzled and dazed sometime ago by the DRAMA, the night’s EXCITEMENT was all a haze now—— a fog. a blur. instead, here he stood, underneath the moonlight, reminded of the world in need of saving. ( tragedies fueled poetry, tragedies like these. )

    with the apostate’s —– with morrigan’s —– presence soon gone, he’s left only with a sort of emptiness. a silence filled only by thoughts and worries. ( savior, wear your thorn crown proudly. wear it boldly. just like that smile of yours. ) but with a heart so tender and so gentle, the presence of another was comforting; the absence becomes a plague. the crowds and ballroom dwellers are buzzing, humming —– and soon, ignored. 

     a single glance is stolen in the direction the voice came from, then soles shift so that he can turn around all the way to see his BELOVED. soothing vocals, a gentle rhythm never forgotten —- not even when the throng of people gossiping from within could distract him. body, now turned all the way, inched closer : yearning / desiring that familiar warmth of love. ❝ i thought you didn’t dance? ❞ his smile is WIDER now, dancing along tanned features in a wicked motion. freckled glory, heaven - blessed : he can illuminate even the darkest of cities. ( the night is gone now. he is the sun; he is the light. )

     with a shake of his crown and a small bit of laughter hidden betwixt exhales, he takes the hand offered to him, WILLINGLY. HASTILY. monogamy, relationships with humans —— imagine what his keeper would say if she saw him now? a gentle squeeze of their hands and all is forgotten, ❝ i’ve been waiting for you to ask me. ❞ and with that they fall into step : chest to chest, his head soon resting gently against the other’s shoulder. ( here, he is at peace / here, he’s found his solace ) the world is a figment of imagination. faded. gone. all there is left is THEM.

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`&: BRILWYNS.

           Cue the pouting. Brilwyn stuck her bottom lip out, putting on her best PUPPY DOG EYES as she looked towards her commander. She knew he was right in everything he said ; Josephine wouldn’t be happy with either of them if she hid out in his office, but that wouldn’t stop Brilwyn from trying. ‘ You’re going to force me to endure another moment of that? I thought we were friends, Cullen. You’re breaking my heart here! ’ Her feet moved quietly as she spoke, all mock offended, all sad. She jumped up onto Cullen’s desk, sitting herself down cross-legged right on top of his COPIOUS amounts of reports. It would be easier for him to see her rather put out expression that way, too. ‘ Do you care for your Inquisitor so little? If I have to go back there and I lose my mind, who’ll close the rifts then? Who’ll lead you all? It’ll be on your head, Cullen! ’

          IF NOTHING ELSE, HER PLOY IS CONVINCING, AND SHE CERTAINLY PLAYS HER PART WELL;   nevertheless ( and much to her distaste, he’s sure ), cullen’s afraid that he cannot condone her behavior, and he’d certainly have no part in helping her become a disappearing act, of sorts. he’s sympathetic, to be sure, ----- for she is not the only one in the room that fails to see the sense in the bickering and ramblings of nobles ( if the winter palace was to be indication of anything, it would be this ) ----- but he’s not an accomplice. in the face of her dejected pout, he sighs, and a hand reaches up from his side to rub at the back of his neck. “  inquisitor, please ----------.  “  he begins, but once again, he finds himself disrupted, this time by her decision to leap up upon his desk ( and the papework piled atop it ) and use it as she might some chair. he reaches out to stop her, but he’s a fraction of a second too slow; it’s been done. ( and his papers, rest assured, have more likely than not been tossed into disarray. ) 

         “  it seems to me that i’ll be in ‘trouble’ regardless of what i do ----- for the consequences will be mine to bear if i don’t usher you back out there, as well!      ----- they can’t all be as terrible as you make them sound, can they? and i highly doubt they’ll keep you for much longer; they must know you’ve other matters to attend. “  ( lies. lies. all lies. )  “  for the good of the inquisition, you’ll have to undertake these sorts of tasks ... ... ----- and for the well-being of your commander, you’ll have to remove yourself from his desk. “

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`&: FADEMARKING.

i should be thanking you, he says, and doesn’t thank her. the inquisitor never fails to be amazed by the truly tactful manners of the southerners.  ❛ you’re welcome. ❜

OF COURSE IT IS, I MADE IT, she wants to spit at him, but he’s attempting to be gracious and at this point she truly doesn’t want to give the impression that she’s going to throttle him over the table. no, today all she wants is to ensure the loyalties of her advisors, as well as learn a bit more about their dear commander. not to mention her grandmother would surely send her a flaming letter were she to learn that mehana had allowed an ally and group member to go through pain unassisted—it simply goes against all etiquette lessons she’s ever taken. no true rivaini lets a neighbor suffer in silence. she soothes her expression into something calmer, nodding.

❛ it’s an old recipe, but a classic. when i was small the thunderstorms at night made my head hurt— this never failed to soothe it. but somehow i get the impression your pain does not come from weather issues. have you been heaping on more paperwork than necessary? working yourself to the bone as per usual? ❜

         THE FRIGID STARE SHE REGARDS HIM WITH WOULD BE ENOUGH TO CHILL HIM TO THE BONE, HAD HE NOT THE TEA TO COUNTERACT IT;   not to mention, the sudden act of kindness on her part, suspicious though he may have been at the start. all extraneous factors aside, there was something warm about it in and of itself, which, in truth, shocked him. they’d not exactly seen eye-to-eye on most things ( if any ) thus far, but, he told himself, so long as she continued to primarily concern herself with the best interests of thedas, he would continue to serve her. the inquisition was their only opportunity to restore order, given the circumstances ----- the resources they’d gathered thus far would provide them with their one, hopefully fatal shot against corypheus when the time came to finally face him down. bickering and ill-sentiment among the inquisitor and her advisors was ill-advised. ( he’d try, he’d try / he wasn’t the person he was before, he had to keep this in mind. ) 

        “  i take it storms and the like were the norm in rivain ---------- that they occurred very often?  “  he starts, as though in an attempt to shift the scrutiny away from himself; but then she questions, asks about his pains, his burdens, and he immediately falls silent. no, it is not so simple as overexerting himself, as much as he might wish it to be. it goes far deeper, and plagues him far more than he lets on, in truth. he shifts in his seat ( a show of discomfort, perhaps, though every fiber of his  being tries not to ).  “  ... that may have something to do with it, yes ----- but it’s nothing that i cannot endure. the inquisition’s well-being, its stability, comes first; it always will.   if i'm defeated here, by something as small as a headache -----  “  ( WOULD THAT IT WAS JUST THAT! )  “  ----- how can i hope to lead our men to victory in battle? “

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`&: VALKIRIYAS.

             Angela is no stranger to the words muttered in silence about her, whispered in ears behind her back, her name almost sung like a prayer now, a cry out into the white heavens for thanks. She had always found it ironic; however, that the very same who revere her as the Maker’s own gift to Thedas … would be the same to wish her death if not only a year ago. Personally, she never quite understood the fuss. After all, how could she be a gift to the Maker if she was also a abomination to Him ?

             She often feels as if her own saving grace now is the Inquisition, & the protection & purpose it offers her. & often times she does wonder what will happen when all of this is over, even as far away as it may be. What will she been then to everyone here ? A friend, their saviors … or just another untrustworthy mage ?

             ❝ I believe you caught me at a good time, ser. ❞ I have just finished. She turns around, hands brushing against the skirts of her dress. ❝ Now, how may I be of service ? ❞

        HIS IS A SUBJECT THAT IS NOT SO SIMPLY BROACHED, IN TRUTH; LEAST OF ALL FOR ONE SUCH AS HIMSELF.    formerly a templar, formerly filled with rage and hatred and tremors of fear ( tremors that still existed / still shook him behind close doors ), formerly unquestioningly faithful to an order that persecuted and abused and made mockeries of people such as herself. people, not things. the way it’s put now is different than the way he might have ----- or has ----- put it before. ( THEY ARE NOT PEOPLE; NOT LIKE YOU AND ME. ) time has not been kind to him, not in any particular sense, but it has changed him to an extent. he is worn and yet wary, but he strives to be better about the latter; strives to distance himself from the person he once was, a shell of a man born of fear post-trauma. how much this means in the long run, he cannot say for certain. nevertheless ----------

         “  it’s nothing work-related, i can assure you. rather, i ... thought i might ask after you, and how things were faring for you. “  a pause, a shifting of weight from one foot to another. he’s uncomfortable, in a certain sense, though through no fault of her own. it’s more to do with him than anything else.  “ it’s no secret that there have been tensions between the mages and templars in our ranks; oftentimes, tension of that nature leads things of a more unsightly kind. as one of our healers, ----- one of our own ----- i wanted to make sure that wasn’t the case, here. “

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`&: SWIFTAEGIS.

     ❝ ——- things will only get worse, ❞ he whispers. look back upon this tale, see that he does not lie : [ the dalish hunter, wandering about the free marches, scouting and hiding, plagued by lonesomeness and solitude, was laid to rest some time ago. dead and buried beneath layers of ashes, debris, and rubble of a sacred temple; the inquisitor, the elf who raised in ranks to conquer a false god, traveled endlessly to give thedas the SAVIOR it truly needed —— he, the selfless martyr, died, too, leaving behind solemn faces and a dumbfounded court full of orlesians and fereldens. ] but what of POOR NYLIAN? the boy who still bore the anchor / the boy who begged to keep his sole purpose in this world? will he die, as well? … perhaps. ( dead, died, will die —- and so the stories went / will go. )

     nevertheless, thick with exhaustion is the sigh that falls from PALE lips. but, even so, he manages to wear his illness well. he wears death like a finely jeweled orlesians cloak. vivienne would have been proud. ❝ … that was before i knew —— ❞ he stops. his breathing uneven, lungs burdened by a hint of wheezing. ❝ we knew about solas. in the past, i would have wanted nothing else than to be at your side —— but this burden … i can’t ask for you to see this through to the end. the inquisition’s ‘ remaining task ’ should not weigh you or your life down. you’ve seen enough death and bloodshed. peace is within reach for you, cullen; you deserve it. ❞

         COBWEBS IN HIS LUNGS AND DEATH FLICKERING WITHIN EITHER OF HIS EYES; TRUE, HE IS A FAR CRY FROM THE MAN CULLEN HAD MET INITIALLY.  that man, that nylian, had been vibrant and outspoken, charming in his own right, his seemingly sole desire being to help, to save the world, to be a hero ( for that was the power that the anchor had granted him; he was a SAVIOR, sent by the maker to the inquisition, to thedas, in its hour of need; he was his savior ). but years had come and gone since that fateful day, and his colors had long since dulled. his flame had long since dwindled. he was tired, he was aching ( a pain cullen couldn’t stop / a pain cullen could not bear to see him in / a pain cullen could not sympathize with despite his own plight; not really ). he’d long since lost the will to fight, to carry on. sending cullen away from his side so that he might finally find peace in peace would be a mercy in the eyes of some. but to him, to him ———-.

        “  you’ve asked nothing of me. i choose to be at your side now, the same way i chose to stay beside you each and every time before. this is not some order that i’ve been given, some task that i must carry out. this is … … —– “  this is so much more, he wants to say; this is him following his heart and not his head, this is his heartstrings being tugged, this is him spending every moment he’s allowed with the person dearest to him. this is what he wants, not what must be done. the words catch upon his tongue, and he trails off, he fumbles, but not for long. he’s long since put an arm around the other’s shoulders ( the bout of wheezing, of coughing, was enough to prompt concern; it always is ), but he dares, for a moment, to go further. with his free hand, he reaches up, out, and cups the side of the other’s face. a gentle gesture despite his armored ( bloodstained / guilty ) hands, despite the setting, despite the twisting knots in his stomach and the lump forming in his throat. you’re a lion, remember. you’re a weapon. and neither of the two weep.

       “  … … this is my peace. you are my peace; my happiness. my home. i stand to gain nothing in leaving you ———- nothing ———- and so i refuse to. not … after everything. “  he pauses, his eyes searching the other’s expression for a response; for even a semblance of approval. ( but even if he does not find it, he will not falter. ) finally:  “  i love you far too much, nylian, to let you bear this alone.  “

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`&: SATOTECH.

                    The coward’s movements are agile but reckless .  However, Asami can’t deny that she almost lost sight of him .  The bag, which belongs to an innocent bystander, slings from the coward’s shoulders and swings to and fro –– as if it’s TAUNTING her .     ❝   –––––  We have to CATCH that thief !   ❞     Her voice, confident and assured .  Oh, she’s definitely ready to run .

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          IT’S FORTUNATE THAT HE HAPPENS TO PASS THE SCENE BY WHEN HE DOES ----------  he may not have heard the cry for help otherwise, would have remained blind to the antics of a cowardly pickpocket and the plight of the one targeted by him. immediately does he turn heel, his gaze first landing ‘pon the voice’s source, then drifts towards the criminal in question. he’s not far, yet, and he allows the bag to sway with each and every movement almost teasingly. it grates upon cullen’s nerves. hence his immediate reaction ----- agreement ----- and the instantaneous move to pursue.  " have to? we will. “  his feet take him ahead as he speaks; somehow, he’s almost certain she’ll be shadowing.  “  i won’t allow him to get away ----------- “

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The Companions - Maryden’s song.

[ Cassandra | Varric | Solas | Dorian | Sera | Blackwall | Iron Bull | Vivienne | Cullen | Leliana | Josephine | Inquisitor + companions ]

(Cole is not mentioned in Maryden’s song)

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`&: LAZARCS.

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  ‘ your ideals are outdated. heroes don’t exist. ‘  exterminate the evils of this world by becoming one.   anything else is a lie. truth lies in extermination.   ‘ keep preaching and i might end this sermon a little earlier. ‘

       “  ---------- PERHAPS NOT TO YOU. “  but one’s strength needed to be drawn from wherever possible; and if the belief in the existence of heroes was once such well of power, then so be it. he’s more to say on the matter, it seems, but the next sentence stops him short, tenses his shoulders, narrows his eyes.

                                                      “  is that a threat? “

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`&: CRNADIN.

@extemplar┆❛ tell me, is there salvation for a soul like mine?

The winter of the Skyhold wrapped around the man far tighter than any fabric ever could, giving Takashi a harsh reminder that this was his reality now. Winds whipped at the sides of his physique, with flakes of snow and ice already coating the outside of his parka. His time training with the Garrison hadn’t prepared for an environment or planet such as this: one where dragons, actual dragons roamed free, and where there were more species than he could count on both his hands. It fascinated him as much as it terrified him.

His eyes narrowed, and once he raised his hand to cover over them, Takashi looked ahead at the massive fortress that stood against the test of time and the harsh climate the mountains had to offer. It was there he would seek refuge, as well as possible aid for his crashed vessel. 

That is, if he could make it to the top first. The Garrison prepared him for a lot of things, but scaling an alien mountain ( fortunately ) happened to be one of them. 

However, upon entrance, the pilot was immediately questioned and interrogated by the guards at the gate–safety precaution, he supposed. Although Takashi did note that there was a certain…primitive aspect to this world.

❛ I am seeking refuge–I mean no harm-❜ He attempted to explain, yet the guards grew more and more curious with his “bizarre” attire, as well as the equipment he carried. The pilot was a bit too hesitant to announce he came from another planet, but was surprised to see them talk the same tongue. Interesting.

          A MORE-THAN-FRAZZLED REPORT FROM A BREATHLESS SCOUT WAS WHAT STIRRED HIM, NOW;  his pace hastened so as to reach the gates surrounding the fortress more swiftly, something that suited the situation at-hand as he understood it. a visitor, unwarranted in his own right and dressed in a manner that was unlike anything any among the ranks of the inquisition had seen before. questioning him on the matter seemed only to produce more confusion as opposed to results, and so the soldiers that’d “detained” him, as it were, chose instead to defer to their commander’s judgment. when he arrives, he gazes upon the supposed-intruder with suspicion ( it’s to be expected, he must suppose, in a situation like this; for he must see just how strange this looks ), rigid in both posture and in his formalities. it wasn’t uncommon, per se, for stragglers and civilians to venture to skyhold in the hopes of finding reprieve within its four walls, but he appeared to be neither of the aforementioned. ( further, he did not appear to be of any neighboring country, kingdom, principality ----- his attire was foreign at best, unidentifiable fabrics and materials and metals making up the brunt of it. ) 

          “  back to your duties, both of you. “  he’ll handle this himself; so says his tone of voice, serious and commanding of both respect and adherence. if they’d any mind to question, or any intention to remain at his side once he’d taken control of the situation, it alone would crush the notion in its entirety ----- or did, rather, for with a nod and a soldier’s salute, the two had turned heel and retreated back into the recesses of their stronghold ( a sidelong glance thrown over each of their shoulders; a certain wariness in their eyes before they, reluctantly, faced forward once more ). it was just the two of them, now, ankle-deep in snow, bitingly cold breezes of air whipping their cheeks and nipping at what exposed skin it could. and cullen? he seemed unlikely to relent.

         “  as i understand it, you claim to be a refugee, of sorts. is that correct? “  weight shifts from one foot to the other; his lips purse slightly with the utterance of the question. disbelieving is he, to be sure. he wants to give him a chance, but it’s difficult to find solid reason to. perhaps the other would provide.

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I would have spent more time on the graphic but I wanted it out there….. so before I get into the bias list lemme gush a lil.

I made Erlissa without a semblance of an idea of what to do. I played Inquisition, loved it, but wondered about the different directions and interactions it could be taken in with a specific character. That character was Erlissa 1.0. When I made the blog, I had literally one defining trait I knew I wanted to explore: her banishment. That was it. In the span of a little over a month, she grew and shaped into a character I adore writing for because of how complex she is and can be. Her interactions with other muses keep me on my toes, because she’s a hodgepodge of humor, angst, and weird family issues.

Okay, wow, a giant paragraph about Erlissa. What’s new, honestly?? Time for the bias list m’dudes!!

These are all people I adore and love seeing on my dash, stay cool dudes.

@ahvir + all ur stinkin blogs , @oamatus , @kiiiona , @spymastcr / @bearmcther , @lone-blade , @estvisineum , @mageright , @extemplar , @swiftaegis , @ximisaari / @assignedpath , @fademarking , @lyriumbound , @wllliams , @veilfyres , @ancientrebel , @bcdteeth , @procellacor / @thewildcrd , @madechamp , @callasalt , @aithreachas , @khluryar , @rvenbow , @tanadhal ,  @artisaen , @pariahe , @pulchrasol , @brilwyns

                     + anyone reading this!! you, yeah, you, staring at the screen!! stay cool!!

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`&: IGNTE.

     ❛   I’M SORRY, i can’t help you.    ❜

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        “  YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS ----------  need i remind you we’ve all but found ourselves in the middle of a war? “

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`&: COLDCURSED.

          in a moment when she was unaware did her shoes meet ice upon the stone. if it was not for the commander she was sure she would have fallen. ❝ i am well. ❞ she replied once she had recovered and composed herself, ❝ thanks to you. ❞  

           HE IS CAREFUL IN HIS OFFER OF AID, A HAND EXTENDED ONCE MORE FROM HIS SIDE ALMOST RIGIDLY, BUT NOT UNCERTAIN.  hands made more for war and less for care, but the act itself does not feel foreign to him ( for how many soldiers had he helped up the frostbacks when they’d made their way to haven? how many had he lent a shoulder to when they’d escaped from the aforementioned to skyhold? ). she, on the other hand -----. “  of course. the frostbacks are nothing if not perilous, after all; you’d do well to watch your every step from here on. “ 

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hey guys! with luck ( ie, if my migraine clears up ) i'll be on in a bit, but i just wanted to make a quick announcement: my classes for fall semester resume tomorrow , so activity is probably going to continue to be spotty for a while / at least until i get back into the swing of things. especially since i will still be working on the days that i don't have class. ( as it stands though, i do have a 7 hour break between my classes one day during the week, & i finally have a travel-friendly and reliable laptop, so expect me to sneak on every so often! ) i'm comfortable enough with you guys to throw out some places you can find me ooc, however, so if you want to talk to me & i'm not here, you can always find me there -- either on my personal blog , or my twitter. you can also im me here and i'll get to it as soon as i can, but if nothing else, youre very much likely to find me on twitter. i am always there. seriously. anyhow, just wanted to let you guys know!! i'll try to push out some drafts tonight before bed, so. see you guys in a bit, hopefully!! if anyone wants to plot, lemme know. ( * ` v ` * )

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being here has brought me so many wonderful laughs and so much joy it’s unbelievable. I never thought I would feel so at home in a place, on a character. I never thought I would meet and be able to write with so many amazing people? it literally BAFFLES me like you would not believe and for that I want to thank ALL OF YOU. it’s been awhile since I hit a milestone, constant hiatus` wandering on and off and this week I did. below are going to be blogs I truly admire, ( if you didn’t want to be mentioned I apologize. ). along with if you are not mentioned please DO NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY, because I am literally SO lucky to have met you all. BOW: @wolfteethed , @alightwccd , @nephiiliim , @nightwxy , @swiftaegis , @extemplar , @halfhell , @ducttapeandadderall , @blckvcnom , @veilfyres , @justichor , @bornfae , @shewailed , @hmnals , @deucalionsdarcy , @silverwilled ARROWS: @raisedbylightwood , @earthboundscn , @leksakom , @mercycries , @pupbar , @mageright , @onioning , @neharah , @freezertrapped , @sawyercide , @sorewolf , @goldenngore , @bravehearted , @popsfangs , @bowstrung , @dangerovspassion RUNES: @vorlok , @vargkonung , @herselectrum , @scarletspeedstxr , @moralsofajackal , @invisiblechimera , @shcc-it , @lovetouched , @dcvilmarked , @morgensternblood , @heartguided , @mencumbui , @remembcr , @erchommai , @warcaught , @parrun SERAPH: @fuckucp , @witandcharm , @fereldenborn, @avianarchcr, @pcrdition , @txkeyouout , @reinahada , @ofjcurnalism , @goldtinged , @lyriumveined , @thelostfae , @pvckdaddy , @ofgoldenblood , @riddleworn , @omenbrought , @ofdemonicmagic , @magnusofbane