[onion-ring-93]

ㅇㅅㅇ자고싶다 

[fcnharcl]

josiewosiie:

YOU CAN SAY I BELONG IN WEENIE HUT JR BUT WE ALL KNOW WHO THE REAL WEENIE IS

DID I STUTTER YOU ARE THE WEENIEST OF WEENIES JOSEPHINE ANTIVAN WEENIE MONTILYET

[patchespaints]

Solas sketch.

it makes u look like a WEENIE

[fcnharcl]

josephine you need to be stopped go back to weenie hut jr in orlais they sent a raven they need you back there

[otwilightprincess-archive-blog]

dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞ ❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞ ❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞ ❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞ ❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞ ❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞ ❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞ ❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞ ❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞ ❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞ ❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞ ❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞ ❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞ ❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞ ❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞ ❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞ ❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞ ❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞ ❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞ ❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞ ❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞ ❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞ ❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞ ❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞ ❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞ ❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞ ❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞ ❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞ ❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞ ❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞ ❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞ ❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞ ❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞ ❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞ ❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞ ❝ well, shit. ❞ ❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞ ❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞ ❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞ ❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞ ❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞  ❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞ ❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞ ❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞ ❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞ ❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞ ❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞ ❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞ ❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞ ❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞ ❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞  ❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞ ❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞ ❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞ ❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞ ❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞ ❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞ ❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞ ❝ did i stutter ? ❞ ❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞ ❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞ ❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞ ❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞ ❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞ ❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞ ❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞ ❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞ ❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞ ❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞ ❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞ ❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞ ❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞ ❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞ ❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞ ❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞ ❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞ ❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞ ❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞ ❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

[fcnharcl]

[i will be a little more active later tonight, i am completing a task that has me sitting down and writing like a maniac for hours now. like this thing for a starter yes?

also could someone please tell the sun its October I’m melting here i have two fans straight at my face and im still warm]

[arlathantothedas-deactivated201]

(-dances excitedly- so much code. Solas and Mythal being so vague they make other elves seem clear and understandable.)

[fcnharcl]

[exactly. it would be easier to understand old scriptures than their code]

[dalishflame]

Harvestmere Event: Alas’Haral

[rebelliontales-blog]

dalishflame:

Alright! Lots of people are getting into the spirit of Harvestmere, making up their own traditions and headcanons for themselves and their followers to play along with. So, let’s get Atreion in on it.

So, I’d like to introduce my personal headcanon for the Dalish celebration of Harvestmere:

       Alas’haral - The Tricking Night

The premise:

It’s pretty simple: this is the one night of the year in which the Dalish honour Fen’Harel. They dress in costumes or disguises similar to human tradition, but instead of providing treats to their children, they are encouraged to trick. The celebration lasts for two weeks and culminates on the final night of Harvestmere - the official Tricking Night - during which all participants compete to pull the most sly and devious of tricks and not get caught.

It is believed that these tricks please Fen’Harel and keep his wrath from the clan for the rest of the year. The reasons for wearing disguises vary: some believe that the deception also pleases him, while others believe that it hides their true faces from Fen’Harel, leaving him confused and unable to catch their scent.

Possible plots:

Inquisition members/other folk at Skyhold teaming up to out-do each other.

Setting up elaborate traps for others to fall into.

Taking advantage of the holiday to piss off your rivals/prank your friends.

Sneaking around Skyhold in disguise.

            ———And whatever else you can think of!

What characters are welcome:

Any! This isn’t just for elves – although they’ll probably be the most excited about the whole thing. I don’t know about you, but Atreion will be absolutely bursting to bring this holiday to Skyhold, regardless of whether you’re Dalish or not.

I’ll be tagging everything I do for this under Alas’Haral - and of course, @vigiilance‘s tag for the Harvestmere event. This is only my take on Dalish tradition, but if you like it feel free to use this idea so long as you tag it, and if you’re interested in plotting, drop me a line!

Happy Tricking!

[fcnharcl]

mothermythal replied to your post:❛ just grab a hold of my hand . ❜

(That can totally happen, when I get home.)

[i will b sitting right where i am right now all day because i gotta finish a job so i will be heeere]

[fcnharcl]

❛ just grab a hold of my hand . ❜

                                                   |of monsters and men|

voice as smooth, as calming as hers, just like he remembered it. her hand was offered with such a delicate gesture, her wrist rotating in a perfect circle.   he knew, he knew who she was. she didn’t needed to share a name, didn’t needed to call upon his memories to force his mind to remember. yet thousands of moments when she made the same action flooded his thoughts.

keeping the posture sometimes was a difficult task. her presence made it more complicated. and still, solas found himself trusting her soft words, taking hold of that offered hand.

❝is your touch intended to soothethose who seek a minute of silence,as a mother would to a terrified child?❞ 

[wyvernstail]

[ofwalks-a-blog]

trespasser dlc: solas ∟”.I will save the Elven people, even if it means this world must die. ”

[fcnharcl]

[slaps hand down to avoid writing an essay about how much i love the arbor wilds]

[fcnharcl]

❝no need to ask for permission. go ahead if you need to cross the room to go somewhere❞.

[fcnharcl]

“Every great war has its heroes. I’m just curious what kind you’ll be.”

[dragontongued-deactivated201806]

The mage let out a tired sigh as she sat down on the grass. The past few hours had been quite taxing. There were so many refugees at the Crossroads that needed healing and Avexis had found herself flitting from one to another and still to another for the past five hours without much rest. She small frame slumped a bit where she sat and a small brown-feathered bird perched itself upon the boulder next to her. With an exhausted smile she stretched out her hand to the small creature, almost as if asking for permission; which was surely granted as the feathered thing allowed her to run her slender fingers delicately over the softness of its wing.

[fcnharcl]

a noble action, to focus so much of their time in healing the people in the crossroads without asking for anything in return. there were more pressing matters to attend to, and yet she had decided to pause what couldn’t be to give a hand to people she had never seen before. from a strategical view, the move was necessary to make the people trust the inquisition. although it slowed their main drive back for a couple of hours, if solas’ observations had been correct, dissuading her from this task would prove worthless.

a drink for avexis had been given to solas, yet the approach had to be stopped for a moment. a bird had made it appropriate to accompany the visibly tired healer. once the bird had made itself comfortable to the healer’s hands, solas approached, lowering himself while slowly bringing the drink forward.

❝the people find your actions humble, but they worry about your own condition if you keep doing this any longer without a break❞.

[fcnharcl]

❛ we used to play outside when you were young and full of life and full of love . ❜ -- dirthavhenan

                                                    |of monsters and men|

❝full of life, perhaps.full of love...there was hardly everany love when your life is devoted to anothercause❞.

[fcnharcl]

' i can see through you. '

                                                    |of monsters and men|

a bluff, typical of people with her same set of skills. to those who had her same responsibilities, every person could be read, every person could be figured out if only to keep their presence in the game. yet there was no benefit to be earned, no extra impulse to her already illustrious career.

playing her game would be the easiest option.

❝of course. what do you see, ladymontilyet? does it makeme look like a threat ora friend?❞