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glorywon.

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     “ Tell me —- do you believe in the Maker?      In Andraste? ”

               ‘ why should i? ‘

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pipboyed.

     ❛ You look dehydrated.         Won’t go far like that,         you know. ❜

               ‘ i’ll be ---- fine. don’t want to trouble you. ‘

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idolbound.

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act cool act c o o l 

you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.

[wishuponamerrymelody]

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This is not the way into my heart, into my head Into my brain, into none of the above This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me This spark of black that I seem to love

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

[stephenaguilar]

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WE WERE BORN WITH FIRE AND GOLD IN OUR EYES.

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                                                               All mage specializations                                                               manipulate   energy,   but                                                               Force Mages  revel  in  it

                                                                        indie da oc                                                                      written by Hez

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boundstaff

O, how the HOLY MOTHER looks to be but another ghost. She looks born of misery, with how hooded her eyes are with grief & how heavy her shoulders look as she hovers above a praying soul. How she mourns them, the souls that call out to her, beg for her to reply, & she can only offer comfort. Comfort that is not always silent. In a temple for travelers, she dwells. 

               ‘ hello. ‘ 

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ofdxlish

A LIAR KNOWS HER PLACE. The past haunts like no other ghost would, & Andraste’s reaction is immediate when she is called nothing. The Venatori, obviously not expecting such a FIGHT from one woman alone, are overwhelmed with the ferocity of the wild woman, snarls transforming her from a simple woman into a beast that so many would dare touch. At the end of the fight, she’s covered in blood, but she did not leave the violence without it leaving her untouched. A swipe of her arm to her mouth, it comes away soaking up blood. 

              ‘ i do hope those weren’t your friends. ‘

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bloodwritten

She is a woman fit for wings. Dragon’s wings where perhaps one of the most glorious limbs she’d had in any of her lives, & how she misses them more dearly than breathing FIRE & LIGHTNING. Instead she has a sword & armor that remains a constant, as dragon’s skin once was on her figure. A shout rings out as Andraste comes upon the scene before her, a dragon roaring & a woman standing before it.

               ‘ get down! ‘

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like for a starter of varying lengths.

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isiliden.

Absence is unbecoming of a mother; sometimes the children go wild, sometimes people die in the process. Isiliden is none too surprised when she showed up again from a tangent of absence only to ask him what he’s done while she was gone. The thought and the fact he has been a terrible person urged soft laughter from his lips, and a tilt of his head. It is good to see Andraste, but the chewing out he will get from admitting anything will make him wish her away sooner or later.

           "An easier question to ask is what did I not do, mother?             In short, I found and raised a puppy, gave chocolate to             a group of kids,   and enslaved a dozen more pets.   ‘Tis             nothing out of my norms, no?“

Is not is unbecoming of a son to become the PREY HIS MOTHER HUNTS? While he played slave master, Andraste has been acting as judge, jury & executioner to men that desperately need to be brought to their knees. What a shame it would be should she have to show her son what she has been doing the past months on a level he truly should not wish to see. 

               ‘ i would perhaps believe you if you hadn’t brought up chocolate.                                  you are fiendishly selfish with it, my dear. ‘

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I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

Nayyirah Waheed (via ixstus)

[xochini]

i. mother, i am a child. i cry, i scream, i throw childish fits, i am a nuisance in every sense of the god forsaken word. i’ve taken your jewelry and wrapped it around my wrist. i stole it like i stole your freedom. ii. mother, i am scarred. i have been broken and bruised. i’ve fallen and scraped my heart. but you picked me back up and dusted me off, cleaning the blood from my kneecaps. iii. mother, i am alone. i’ve isolated my loved ones, i’ve taken my scars and projected them onto everybody else’s porcelain skin. i have taken their ivory bathed fingertips in mine and made a promise to which i later broke. iv. mother, i am sorry.

mother, i am all i am, but you love me anyway. (via priiyasmara)

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I’ve destroyed. I’ve murdered. I’ve burned. I am the monster they warn about.

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isalarevas.

✗ ||   ＂By Andraste– its Andraste!＂

               ‘ who’s andraste? ‘

[ladyforcebewithyou]

I’m at the end of Urn of Sacred Ashes and there’s this statue of Andraste…holding up fire in the palm of her hand.

I mean, this kind of fits right into that theory that Andraste was a mage, right? This temple is Ancient, older then the beginnings of the Chantry and the Chant of Light. The Chantry would never put up a statue that might make people think Andraste was a mage, so the people who build the temple and made that statue must have had a reason to make a statue of Andraste holding fire in her hand. They could have easily made a statue with Andraste holding a torch or a candle.But instead they took the time to use magic to make it look like the fire comes from her hand. Like magic. Like a mage.