–ad finem.❞

indie dragon age multi muse. penned by gaby. est. 8/17/17.

[ingxni]

hmmm needless to say this blog needs some sprucing............

[flawlessmarinanery]

SUMMER HAZE 2015 LOVE AND LEMONS

Photographed by Zoey Grossman with styling by Ashley Glorioso in a lush, garden setting. / Hair by Ashlee Rose, Makeup by Stacey Tan

[flawlessmarinanery]

SUMMER HAZE 2015 LOVE AND LEMONS

Photographed by Zoey Grossman with styling by Ashley Glorioso in a lush, garden setting. / Hair by Ashlee Rose, Makeup by Stacey Tan

[dedzeds]

Marina Nery!

[ingxni]

💋 fooooor Alarik, please and thank you

meme // accepting

@dalathin

It had been a tiresome week to say the least. The Duchess had been involved in more salons those past seven days than Alarik was used to since their arrival to Skyhold, and he was worn from accompanying her both as a human and in whatever shapeshifted form she’d requested for that day. Never did he complain, but when he retreated to the makeshift studio he’d been granted for the first time since Monday, he could feel a wave of relief at the peace and quiet.

More welcoming, however, was the sight of Séaghdha reading on the divan. And without a single noble or ambassador in sight. 

❝What a sight you are,❞ the artist sighed, a matching smile forming as one spread across his elf’s own face. He did not even have to cross the entire room to meet him, as Séaghdha wasted no time jumping from the sofa to throw his arms around Alarik’s neck and plant a warm kiss. Returning it was only natural.

This was what he had missed the most that whole week.  

[rp-meme-blog]

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.

[isozyme]

(x)

[winterfollows]

@hillrot @fatesought

Yes I’m tagging you on both blogs because relevant

[timmychalamet]

[ingxni]

valorcorrupt.

Oh, they’re dead. 

She wonders if she missed that somewhere along the line and she pretty openly grimaces, the tension of the moment and awkwardness stretching her lips and face uncomfortably (though she attempts to turn a gentle shoulder on the expression to spare him from even more discomfort). 

     “I uh. I didn’t realize–” She remembered him talking about his brother. Alive, he’d said. Had something to tell him, he’d said. Oh. Yikes! Oops. Maybe she should have listened a little closer to what Duncan and Alistair were whisperin’ about. 

     “I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories,” she says. “I only meant to uh. I mean, we can talk about something else. That’s fine. You said you had a brother?” He was alive! She remembered that for sure. “Right? You were looking for him at Ostagar? Did you– I mean. Were you planning on going looking for him?”

Her surprise was palpable even if she tried to hide the discomfort from her face. Percy didn’t resent her for it, simply choosing to wait patiently until she found the words she so desperately sought after. They truly hadn’t interacted much, and he was only glad that no one else was awake to witness such an exchange.

❝It is alright, really,❞ he assured quietly, watching as the gears steadily spun faster. She was perhaps a bit too easy to read, but he also had many years under his belt simply observing rather than participating in conversation and revelry.

❝My brother Fergus, yes.❞ Percy briefly smiled before turning his attention back to the fire. Best to give her a break from eye contact. ❝That was... my initial goal. But for now I aim to see this through---your plan to enlist the armies. Ending the Blight is... the highest priority now. My wishes cannot come first if I am to be useful here.❞

[ingxni]

theharellan.

Solas frowned, wondering what a nobleborn son could truly know about a lack of control. “Many do, yourself included, even if fate has a hand in deciding matters, we are not powerless to stop it.” The thread that bound the rebel mages to Tevinter could have been cut through the Inquisition’s intervention, but they chose differently, and it was the mages who suffered for it.

Solas remained standing, leaning into his right side as Wyatt hoisted himself up on a fence. “Where one begins with one’s friends, I assume, or one’s enemies, depending upon how close their familial ties are.” He had not known family in so long, he could not remember what it was like to have it. At least, not the sort Wyatt referred to.

“As I understand it, family names still matter in the Circle. Haylan may be one free mage among many, but the name Trevelyan has weight, does it not?” Free Marcher politics were not his specialty, but that Wyatt had a place at the Conclave was some indication that they were not an empty noble name. “That may be the best place to start.”

❝I certainly believe that to be so,❞ agreed the Herald quietly, firmly. ❝Whatever... fate’s influence, I do not think it so powerful that we lose all choice in life.❞ His decisions would always have consequences, and he knew that. He did not leave repercussions up to some unseen destiny or diety; they would always be his responsibility. That... he accepted.

Straightening in his position on the fence, Wyatt steadied himself along the wooden bars and considered Solas’ suggestion. The thought of bringing up his family name in the search for his brother was not a thrilling prospect, obvious though it may have been. A nobleman’s son, even when a mage, did not stand good chances alone. 

Particularly his sheltered sibling.

❝It will have to be.❞ His grudging tone undoubtedly gave away his displeasure, but Wyatt cared little for appearances. ❝Some foolhardy group of crooks may discover that my brother is not the strongest mage around and use it against him upon learning his name... I can only hope he is not traveling alone in these chaotic times.❞

[ingxni]

dalathin.

He had tried to stop it, control it for the sake of manners and impression, but Séaghdha could not help the change in his expression. It shifted to something of soft but true shock and confusion, and it spoke his thoughts loud and clear. How could one man, one who did not know him, be so… kind? Genuinely, honestly kind? And how long had it been since Séaghdha has experienced real kindness that it caused him such shock?

All at once, he looked away, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he pursed his lips and attempted to regain control of his expression. It took a few moments for the usual calm melancholy to settle back upon him, shooing away the pink in his face. Actually, how long had it been since he’d last experienced any such variety of emotions?

Then one particular thought cut through the jumble in his head, and his eyes widened. Séaghdha looked back with an apologetic nod. ❝Forgive me.❞ He said, voice unchanged from the soft quiet of before. ❝I moved.❞

Crows feet formed at the corners of Alarik’s eyes, unable to help himself from smiling at the boy’s concerned apology. He gave a small shake of his head as he sketched, dark gaze flickering between the canvas and his fair subject. 

❝No forgiveness necessary. It is alright if you move every so often, as it is only natural,❞ he assured, pausing to make eye contact in his assurance. ❝Not many people realize this, but it is not always typical for artists to make their subjects sit absolutely still. Not only is it impossible, but it is simply unfair. It is the true test of our skills that we may render an individual even if they occasionally shift or move.❞    

Shrugging briefly, Alarik returned to the detail he’d been working, squinting thoughtfully before getting the desired result. It was after a pause to do so that he continued speaking, easygoing and calm. ❝I do hope that makes sense. I cannot always be certain once I begin discussing my process. Sometimes people consider it, ah... prideful.❞

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Too tender to be told.

Emily Dickinson, from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson; “XLI,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[ingxni]

youriinquisitorialness replied to your post: “ everyone dies in the end ” [for your hawke? or...

oH WOW. this is ? so soft i wasn’t expecting alksdjflkj dang what a positive attitude abt it

HE IS A GOOD BOY!!! my softest character.......

[ingxni]

“ everyone dies in the end ” [for your hawke? or anyone really!]

meme // accepting

@youriinquisitorialness

❝...That they do.❞ Mavis found his ever-present smile suddenly fading at the Inquisitor’s cool reminder. Fingers mindlessly trailed along the length of his staff, feeling the ridges and marks of time as if remembering where each originated. For a moment, his chest tightened at memories of family and home resurfacing, things he would never get back and never could. Every time he hoped and prayed that he had come to terms with it all, with his past and his mistakes, pangs of regret returned with reckless abandon.

❝While that it is true, though...❞ He shook himself then, clearing his throat quietly and peering back at Eleftheria with a renewed, softer, smile. ❝We can still choose how to live until that time comes. And I just hope that in the time I have left, I can still be useful. Still help others. Then maybe my death won’t be for nothing.❞   

[ingxni]

exnobis---vittore simone.

❝Oh, I am very certain they would, yes.❞

Vittore Simone was quick to answer, the soft smile shifting to somber as he continued to thumb his pendant. Erendriel was right, without a doubt - an unfortunate truth, to be certain, but one the Antivan had grown accustomed to. He knew better than to discuss his thoughts with others of the faith, though he avoided religious discussion in general in most situations. There was unquestionably irony to be found in the fact he felt safer discussing his faith in Andraste and the Maker with a Dalish Elf than he did with those that, like him, had been raised on the Chant of Light.

Speaking of which…

❝Ah, but I hope I do not offend by speaking of such things,❞ his tone and posture both shifted back into the amicable default he had come to be known for, one hand settling gently over his heart. ❝The very last thing I would wish for is to insult you with my ignorance of your culture.❞ The slightest chuckle, self-depreciating in its nature. ❝My naivety of magic is bad enough, no?❞

❝Offend...❞

Erendriel frowned instinctively though certainly not out of offense. It was a phrase he had heard uttered from Vittore Simone before, and each time it irked the mage more than expected. Perhaps he was so ill-used to anyone caring about whether they offended him or not, but it could not be the entire truth. No, that Vittore Simone was so persistent with his conscious kindness and careful maneuvering of their conversations was irritating in and of itself. He never had any reason to be, yet here they were once again.

❝It does not offend,❞ he then continued, brow furrowed as he glanced between his companion and the opposite end of the room. So quiet it seemed, just the two of them talking as they were. He vaguely hoped no one felt the desire to eavesdrop, should they be skulking about. ❝Ignorance, while cumbersome, is not always inexcusable. It is an easy fix so long as one shows incentive to learn.❞  

[phantomemes]

VINDICTIVE SUGGESTIONS

starters  /  memes taken from the blog  vindictive-suggestion .  feel free to change pronouns  &  nouns as necessary .

“ wash your mouth out with holy water ” “ maybe you can pretend to be holy ” “ i’m terrified of becoming the monster i sought to destroy ” “ the voices in my head tell me to run ” “ they tell me i don’t belong ” “ become the monster they expect you to be ” “ when was the last time anyone came to rescue you ” “ will they sing my hymns long after i’m gone ” “ regicide has always had such a nice ring to it ” “ everyone dies in the end ” “ do you feel closer to god yet ” “ meet every sunrise with a middle finger salute ” “ life’s too short to give a fuck ” “ if my life isn’t constantly at stake, then what’s the point ” “ who said i’m going to die ” “ strength has nothing to do with fearlessness ” “ do not die quietly ” “ the wolf in you demands blood ” “ i’ve learned to bare my teeth and bite back ” “ the gods have abandoned you ” “ i have no story ” “ you deserve no softness ” “ i regret and mourn but is that not enough ” “ do you regret what you did to get here ” “ the burning in your chest demands blood ” “ will she save you too ” “ does the rain ever stop ” “ you fucking deserve this ” “ your skin tastes sweet and your blood is wine ” “ i condemn you to death ” “ i cast my heart out of bronze ” “ can you tell i did this for you ” “ I’ll save you ” “ what makes you run so far away from home ” “ spell your name with bonfires and riots ” “ history will remember you ” “ maybe you can reconsider that statement ” “ i’m only mortal, no matter how invincible i try to seem ” “ i wasn’t built to last under the weight of the sky ” “ i’m not feeling very divine tonight ” “ take them down with you if you have to ” “ if we must burn , we can burn together ” “ sometimes it’s okay to stop ” “ i’m not meant for anything less than perfection ” “ if you are meant to go to hell , then take the throne ” “ sometimes you won’t get a second chance ” “ revolution is built on blood ”

[insomnova]

canon trevelyan lore as presented in the game:

your family is based out of ostwick, one of the port cities along the southern coast of the free marches

ur great-aunt lucille has the most POPPIN parties and everyone who’s got standing in the free marches shows up like it’s the afterparty to the oscars

fuck it UP lucille you absolute ledge

the montilyets also attend for some reason? anyways ur family and josie’s family know each other which is cool

you’re related to house pavus but are separated by at least three ages worth of generations

dorian mind dropping that family tree in my inbox real quick thanks babe

wait doesn’t this technically make a mage trevelyan an altus

nice

ur entire family is dedicated to the andrastian faith and are present in nearly all branches of the chantry heirarchy

templars in the order, mages in the circle, and brothers and sisters in chantries in ostwick

damn trevelyan family reunions must be awkward as hell

you’ve got family in nevarra who are high enough on the totem pole that they can literally show up to king markus like “hey maybe we don’t go to war with tevinter probably” and have him actually listen???

literally what why is this never mentioned ever again

who are these mysterious trevelyans

the trevelyans are the 7th (or 8th) most important family in ostwick

seriously if the trevelyans have members in nevarra who can advise their king why are they only 7th (or 8th) you’d think this would make them a little more influential

you’re related to philliam, a bard! who’s got the balls to tell brother genitivi to pay him for the free advertisement of his works in a letter written for public consumption like what kind of bullshit hamilton level confidence

philliam (a bard!) also doesn’t give a rat’s ass about politics and is far enough removed from the main trevelyan branch that any association is minimal at best

so for all the politically-inclined trevelyans out there ur good fam

i’m still hung up on the 7th (or 8th) thing like really what’s the deal with that

house motto is: “modest in temper, bold in deed”

family crest is also apparently the bees fuckin knees but we aren’t shown it at all??? i’m assuming it’s got a horse on it though… maybe some ocean iconography since we’re by the waking sea and all

aside from this i don’t think there’s any other trevelyan lore??? there’s mage-trevelyan stuff ofc but that’s mostly defined via dialogue choices you make and isn’t actually defined by outside information 🤔🤔🤔