𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉,

𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉, [ ... ] 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑫.

[forestgr4ve]

#FORESTGR4VE: PRIVATE & SELECTIVE FANTASY MULTI-MUSE BLOG . CONTAINS MATURE & TRIGGERING CONTENT .  PERSONALS / MINORS DNI . WRITTEN BY AJ , 26 , THEY/SHE , EST / GMT -5 .

　　　　　　¹ promo. ² memes. ³ rules. ⁴ muses. ⁵ sabina.

traveling with : OCTOBEREYED. BLCKMASK. SCAPEDGRACE / THANFLOWERS. DWNSTONE. VHENANN. CHAOSTIDES.

[prophetyse]

   a gloom in her dark eye, prophetic of the doom heaven gives its favorites.

PROPHETYSE: PRIVATE & SELECTIVE FANTASY ORIGINAL CHARACTER . SABINA OFELLIA. ADORED BY AJ. ©

[prophetyse]

   a gloom in her dark eye, prophetic of the doom heaven gives its favorites.

PROPHETYSE: PRIVATE & SELECTIVE FANTASY ORIGINAL CHARACTER . SABINA OFELLIA. ADORED BY AJ. ©

[krkwlls-archive]

#KRKWLLS . an oc-led multi-muse by emily, largely focused on ocs from baldur's gate & dragon age

[haludh]

you  are  the  herald  of  andraste.  and  you  are  so,  so  scared.  these  people  do  not  trust  you,  do  not  like  you,  would  feed  you  to  the  fade  if  they  could.  they  do  not  care  if  you  follow  another  religion,  you  are  their  herald.  you  can  never  return  home  because  heroes  do  not  have  homes.  they  say  home  is  the  people  you  choose,  but  you  didn't  choose  these  people,  did  you?  every  step  you  take  aches.  thousands  reach  out  to  touch  you,  for  safety.  for  comfort.  you  are  a  black  hole  close  to  destruction,  and  you  cannot  do  this.  you  are  the  herald  of  andraste  and  you  have  not  been  yourself  for  so  long  now.

 #𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐇.  INDEPENDENT   &   SELECTIVE & DIVERGENT  ROLEPLAY   BLOG   FOR  INQUISITOR  ADAHL'MELANA  "  LANAYA   "  ISTIMAETHORIEL  LAVELLAN   OF  DRAGON   AGE.  ADORED   BY   HAN.   21+.

[forestgr4ve]

I HEED THE WORDS OF WOUNDED DOGS       my pain becomes my strength.

#FORESTGR4VE. an independent & private multimuse, primarily focusing on fantasy muses. tended to by aj. ©

[calenheir]

I  SEE  A  MAN  WHO  GETS  TO  MAKE  IT  HOME  ALIVE,  BUT IT'S  NO LONGER  YOU.    ⸻    #CALENHEIR. extremely   private   &   selective   roleplaying   blog   for   canon-turned-original   character   king   cailan   theirin   of   dragon   age.   21+   only.   tended  to  by katie. 

[florallychaotic]

Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

[snowonthebeachmp3]

trans actual uk - trans led and run advocacy, education and empowerment organisation

fiveforfive - collective fund for trans women and girls and transfem causes

gendered intelligence - trans led advocacy org

mermaids - supports trans youth

akt - lgbtq youth homelessness charity

loving me - domestic abuse service for trans people in england

not a phase - for trans adults

[forestgr4ve]

gamers what if i put sabina on her own blog??

[forestgr4ve]

hehehehe

[forestgr4ve]

how DARE you! for silvia

↪ sealed with a lead kiss. accepting.

it takes more effort than she expected to keep her neutral appearance, prevent the flinch from overtaking her shoulders. she should be used to shouting - to being shouted at. but now, with someone who she is used to being more gentle, it stings in a way she doesn't expect. and perhaps it is that gentleness that allowed her to overstep a line, cross a boundary she was blinded from seeing.

her eyes are downcast, staring at the toe of her boot as it grounds into the stone. she is a portrait of penitence (though, it is unclear how truthful it is) and she takes another moment before looking up at alicent across from her. "i ... apologize, your grace." her voice is steady, but quiet. fearful of drawing more ire her way by speaking louder than needed. "i felt as though i was acting in your interests, however, i see that was not the case. please forgive me."

[forestgr4ve]

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[forestgr4ve]

gamers what if i put sabina on her own blog??

[quvir]

↪ @forestgr4ve / pippa . . . “the key to survival is knowing when to fight and when to flee .”

   ❛ that's right. ❜ and she knows all about that , doesn't she ? the thought makes victor flinch , teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek. what a terrible thing to learn through experience. head shakes , and he motions at her loosely with a dagger. ❛ sometimes , though , you don't get the chance to flee. the most dangerous enemy will make sure you can't. ❜

   same dagger is flipped into a ready position in his hand , and victor takes up a battle stance , beckoning her with the blade. ❛ one more time. you're gettin' better , don't doubt yourself. ❜ how strange it feels , to be on the other side of training———to so readily offer encouragement when he himself was insulted into perfection. his ways seem far more productive than amos'. or pippa is merely a fast learner; this is more than likely the case , but he'd like to take a little credit , if he can. ❛ we'll take a break after this. i'm fuckin' hungry. ❜

[forestgr4ve]

she had really underestimated how tiring it is to spar. as a girl, she had watched her brother and her father’s men train and spar with each other - often for hours at a time. and while they were tired at the end, they certainly made it seem much easier than this. they had only been at it for less than an hour and she already wanted to drop, her arms painfully tired and lungs painfully pulling in air. but her head nods vigorously at his words, eyes going slightly hard. how fortunate she was that she could run then, that escape was possible. but he’s right, it’s unlikely to happen again. and she has to be prepared.

her body mimics his as he readies but there is still a brief pull of a smile at the encouragement before she refocuses. the tension in her limbs is palpable, arm holding the dagger contracts tightly and the muscles in her slim forearm bulge. waiting to start is the hardest part - watching her partner’s body for an indication of movement and then the drop of her heart when it happens. a spike of adrenaline she can’t seem to get used to. 

she’s out of breath, panting heavily with her hands on her knees by the time they're done. “gods, how do people do this all the time.” she wipes the sweat from her brow and tucks her loose hair back behind her ears. “i could eat a horse, i think. this makes me so hungry.”

[forestgr4ve]

⤷ @inscmnium . he kept looking over his shoulder as he walked towards the tent he thought he never would want to visit. the seer, they said, was so precise that some feared to see her—for not everyone could be ready for the brutal answers to their desperate questions. daeron himself felt far from ready ... alas, he simply had to know or gods knew he was going to lose what little sanity he had left by the morrow. he entered the seer's tent unceremoniously and with haste, panting from exertion & poorly concealed unease. "lady sabina—i know it's late and you are not seeing any more people tonight but i'm willing to pay whatever price you give for one single question ... please."

the sun had set long ago and the excitement that followed it had died down too. there had been a few stragglers entering her tent as the night went on, but the strange seeress had fled their curiosity with the announcement of the trial (and even more, as she had refused to entertain questions pertaining to it). fingers hold a half empty cup and most of her candles have been blown out when the fabric of her shelter whips open. in the dim lighting it is hard to make out more than his figure, but as she steps closer and his features become clear, it is obvious who he is. 

she has half a mind to scold him for his intrusion, but there’s something in his desperation that calls to her. her back turns to him and she sits once again on her cushion, a wordless invitation for him to join her. her hand had snaked the glass from the table as she moved and she drinks a hearty sip, nearly draining it. she has some clue of what his question is going to be and needs the drink for strength - any fool could take a guess, skills of prophecy not required. “ask your question, your grace.” her face is featureless and voice cool, but there is the barest twinkle of sympathy in her eye for what she believes is going to come next.

[halfgigas-a]

ㅤ ON THE MORROW, WE WILL SHOW THEM ⸺

ㅤWHAT SER ARLAN OF PENNYTREE'S HAND HAS WROUGHT.

[healworld]

➷‧̥ — memes / accepting!

@forestgr4ve said: “perhaps you have people you need killed?” from silvie!

        aloy holds both hands out as if to calm the thought away. “i, uh, get that death is kind of the whole business you're in, but that really won't be necessary.” she lets her hands drop back to her sides with a half-shrug. “if i have any killing that needs done, i prefer to do it myself.” she is nothing if not willing to bear that burden. if aloy doesn't believe strongly enough that someone deserves it to do it herself, then she can't in good conscience sanction someone else doing it. “i'm just here to help stop the end of the world. again.” 

[forestgr4ve]

silvie holds no hard feelings at being turned down, giving a simple shrug in response. killing is her main skill, so it’s an offer she extends to anyone she thinks could use it - usually as a show of friendship. and while she does not flinch so much at it anymore, she understands why others do not share her blasé attitude. “and you are very skilled at that, if i may say.” it’s a genuine compliment, her face showcasing how impressed she actually is with the other woman. “it is amazing we live in a world where saving the world has to be done more than once. all in a single lifetime. though, i am happy to be included this time.” her normal, cat-like grin is back, “really do hate missing out.”

[forestgr4ve]

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