The Dawn Will Come

Indie Multi-Muse Dragon Age Rp Private & Selective Penned By Eleni

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“ i’m trying to get better at walking away from unhealthy situations. ” (for josie!!)

@whirlwiind

“Hm, and how is that working out?” Curiously, looking up at the Inquisitor with a perked bow. Unfortunately there was no available privilege to her position to be able to walk away from so many duties. Josephine could only hope it wasn’t her responsibilities which revealed themselves as said unhealthy situations. Elena Amell deserved better . a lot more than the current hand she had drawn. 

Having fate of the world on ones shoulders, didn’t allow much room for health of mind. It was the people around who kept one grounded… And she could only hope she qualified as such. “What sort of, unhealthy situations? Anything you could use help with? As long as it doesn’t involve physicality, I’m all yours.”

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‘ and all i have now are dreams that feel like memories ’ @ Solas

@lifewoken

Saddened eyes, plagued with a past he had destroyed and now was so desperate to restore. She had been what some would see as the lucky ones to have survived his vengeance…

But empty and without memory of who she was, he would argue that was the furthest from luck. How there was a longing to share the truth, but that would unearth a burden held to himself, would make it to easy to spill everything protected behind carefully constructed walls.

“Dreams are powerful, curious things” how he pitied the dwarves without access to the dreams and the tranquil destroyed from their soul when the blessings of dreams and access to the Fade were snatched away. “Who knows what truth lies in the mix. And who is to say they aren’t real? Or memories of a soul…” a brow raised as he posed a question.

It wasn’t his place to say, but he did enjoy to nudge things along.

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dragon age + latin // lavellan 

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Character Aesthetics. Bold applies to your muse.

Tagged by: @weavefate

Tagging: anyone who would like to !!!

ELLANA LAVELLAN

THE  FAIRY:  chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar.  talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting. walking home at three am with no coat. platonic hand holding. blowing smoke out of your nose.  dragonfly wings.  chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity.  leather.  smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

THE  REAPER:   computer errors.  a shiver down your spine.  haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass.  corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers.  absolution.  looking out of the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

THE  WITCH:   graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  lace and combat boots. moth wings.  candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar.  wearing a crystal pendant. illusions of spells. black cats. mint gum.  chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

THE  WOLF:   murders of crows. frostbitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes.  slightly too long stubble. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always find your way back home.

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@brokenlegacy | plotted | feat. ellana

“How did you do it?” for once there’s a QUIET enveloping them.  No ambushes of attack or self-proclaimed Gods on supposed archdemons within sight.  Their trip to the fade left her shaken,  FAILURE was a fear and so much of it plagued her-   the future at Redcliffe still left her guilty,  one misstep and the world would fall to ash.  It was all on her, how fucking terrifying.

But she was not the only one who had been forced into the chosen one narrative. Who had the burden of all upon slender shoulders. Seated for tea with the Hero of Fereldan, internally left a bumbling mess, she allowed the heat of the herbed liquid to soothe her nerves, maybe she should’ve gone with ELFROOT .

“I mean, not the saving the world bit- I’ve heard the stories. But more so, stay as you are. Even when I try to break a smile or laugh, it feels like I’m not taking IT seriously enough.” That they would doubt trust placed in her hands ( maybe they should ) “It’s silly...”

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“ i was never what you wanted. ” (for Solas 👀👀👀👀)

@sheharrowed

She was right and wrong at the same time.

RIGHT- in that he didn’t know he had wanted her before it was way too late. And even then he had his priorities. He read the danger of what she stirred in him and would pull back where he could. He never wanted complications, never wanted distraction from his purpose.

He never wanted to hurt her like this, it was not supposed to get personal. Was not supposed to get so deeply tied to his once fervent beating heart.

She’s also so WRONG. ‘ Never’ was a strong word. It was not that he never wanted her. He just never wanted to put her where they are now. Opposing sides of a war, and WAR it would be surely,

He could not imagine her standing for any less… even considering everything… surely.

“Believe what you will, believe what is kindest to you. For you deserve peace and joy and all life has to offer, and you will move on from this” he spoke assured, to any other it would sound distant in tone.

But she knew him better.

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@ourdawncomes / cole & peace / plotted !

“I feel different.”  the anger released. Falling to the human emotions and influence of a longing for vengeance. Compassion is still key, to his being. A spirit is now more strangled, in the constrains of his form. Emotions, it’s not as simple as it once was.  And he misses it. Misses helping those without question, fading from their memories with a blink of an eye.

Their pain is quieter now, more subdued. At least that of others. His own beats louder in his ears, his chest tightens more and everything feels closer. It’s... overwhelming to say the least. One source replaced with another. He never knew his own heart could beat so violently.

And Cole fears, fears this change in him and what it means to who he was. Pacing hurriedly,  both distressed and - full.  But- he cannot identify if it is good. 

Is there even good? When like this? When purpose and ambition and dreams could be so much more.

“Do I feel different? Can you help me?”

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Me, perpetually behind? you bet!

Me, also wanting to write with everyone? that too, 

consider this a plotting call - give a like and I’ll invade your ims while I queue some replies. Was super productive with drafting posts while at work today!

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Shadows  F A L L  And HOPE has fled. S t e e l   y o u r   h e a r t

                The dawn will come.

                                                         Indie Dragon Age: Inquisition Multimuse                                                           Written be Eleni

                   ( promo cred:  a birthday gift from sheharrowed / dovwahlaan / loveshed )

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sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins‌:

( Varric Tethras ; closed thread ) sc

           It was quick, sudden when the darkspawn came up behind Cassandra. Everyone else seemed to be busy fighting off the other creatures the rift spawned. 

           Cassandra didn’t seem to notice, so Varric did the honors and ran up to it, getting a good aim on it and shot it with Bianca. It went down pretty quickly. He grinned triumphantly as Cassandra turned around and looked at him.

           “Don’t say I don’t do anything for you, Seeker.” It might surprise others that Varric protected a person that interrogated him, seemed to blame him for almost everything, and just always budded heads with. He still had sympathy and it wouldn’t sit right with him if he let Cassandra be attacked when he could’ve done at least something.

           He rolled his eyes when he heard Sera chuckle, ready for one of her teasings. But it actually surprised him that Sera remarked to the inquisitor for her to hurry up and get the rift closed.

@inquisitionsdawn​

Stamina was running low, and so it came to the defense after aggression exerted itself. The shield melding with her movements, pushing forth to stagger from the front, that moment taken advantage of as sword pressed onward, ripping through flesh as a last breath was released from her opponent, her own held breath falling from her lips in relief.

But it was not over, she was slow to have missed it and it could’ve costed her gravely-  if not for the dwarf. Turning around, a darkspawn laid at her boots and eyes met with a grinned face. For others she would thank- and she was GRATEFUL, do not mistake.

But Varric was unbearable under most occasions- this would make it even worse. To now OWE him something. Waiting for Sera to pull her attention elsewhere before struggling with her words, “I- Thank you, Varric.” how it burned to swallow pride and say that. “You did not have to do that.”

and why he would... eyes watching him cautiously, and even with all this time the doubts lingered. Or perhaps it was bitterness- at the failure of her interrogation that time ago. But he was proving worthy of trust, earning his place- and surely it could not all be a farce. 

“But do not mention this to anyone.” 

The saving her life- the gratitude and softness she just showed, ANY of it. As if they would believe it... “and it better not end up spun into something more in your stories.”

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“ so many people are setting the bar so low. ” (for Scout Harding)

@lupuspopuli || poetry starters || accepting

“Good thing about a low bar- lots of room for improvement.” a glowing smile for the briefest of moments grace her freckled features, a force of optimism even amidst the foggy terrain. Of course she had her frustrations and tensions ( oh how she was tense,  rotting corpses were hardly her favorite source of companionship ) . But so did everyone else, they all needed something to hold on to.

“So- Who do I need to give a talking to this time?” the tease is only minor, but it’s not as if her lectures were the most intimidating. Capable? Yes. Resourceful? For sure. Indispensable? It was her favorite way to see herself-

But the damned freckles still made her ‘ ADORABLE ’

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repost , do not reblog !  bold what consistently applies .   italicize situational , not always .  both , a priority while fighting .

DOES YOUR MUSE , WHILE FIGHTING ( not sparring ) … &&. ELLANA LAVELLAN .&&

fight honourably  /  fight dirty /  prefer close-quarters /  prefer range  / chat during / go silent  /  low pain tolerance  / high pain tolerance  / attack in bursts  /  attack steadily  / go for the kill  / aim to disarm /  fight defensively  /  bait an opponent’s first strike  / strike first /  provoked easily  /  provoke their opponent  /  tease  /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  / use strategy /  focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle  /  rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly  /  fight calmly apathetically  /  fight with anger  / fight with excitement /  fight because they have to /  fight because they want to /  fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  /  hide wounds /  take a blow to protect another  /  prefer a blade /  prefer a gun  /  prefer a bow  /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear naginata  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells /  prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  /   their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle (does tempest count ? ) / fight as they appear  /  rely on strength  / rely on speed  / use everything they have  / hide their full potential  /  exhaust quickly  /  high stamina  /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  /  avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings  (if it has tactical benefit ) /  avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style  /  making it up as they go  /  mastered skillset ( archer ) /  learning their skillset ( scholar )  / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  / elegant fighter  / accept defeat  / refuse defeat  /  beg for mercy /  compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements  /  move efficiently  / barely move  /   prefer to dodge /  prefer to block/  defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  / use all available advantages  /  strictly use one main method  /  play around /  hold back  /  fight ruthlessly /  show mercy  / wait for opponent to be ready /  strike when opponent isn’t ready  / fear death  /  fear pain  / fear killing  /  has PTSD /  avoid fighting  /  has lost a fight  / has won a fight /  has killed /  refuses to kill  /  wants to die standing  /  would succumb slowly  .

tagged by: @theharellan  tagging: @sheharrowed / @mercyburned (godric) / @whirlwiind / @galethei / @kaaras-adaar / @lifewoken / && literally whoever would like to do it !! I am so bad with tagging people

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kaaras-adaar‌:

The Inquisitor’s eyes dropped to the list that was so hastily places before him. Thin lips parted as long ears dropped down. A list. He should have expected something such as this from Josephine. Ever so eloquent in nature, this must have truly been her forte–soirées. But the Inquisitor himself was no virgin to these matters, either. His history in Starkhaven had been working for nobles. He’d begun to understand their etiquette quite a while ago, even embraced them.

Josephine may not have known the more intimate details of his dealing, however. Thus the list. 

“There’s going to be that many…” Kaaras muttered in surprise. The Empress of Orlais expected no less, he supposed. There were names on here he’d never seen, let alone heard before, and then there were some he recognised. He had to remember that this was not just a party, but an assassination attempt as well. He couldn’t get himself too excited or distracted from his purpose. 

Watching her, the qunari smiled softly, putting his hand up to get her to stop. “Josephine, it’s quite alright. I’ve attended parties before. I’m familiar with their… nature.” The problem was that he was not human, of course, and many Orlesians would assume the worst. Kaaras had to remind himself that his blunt nature could not be as appreciated there as it was here.

Silencing her with a movement, she could feel a blush rise to her cheek. A soft smile at his attitude regarding this, ( or lack there-of, Sera had not taken well to having her entire essence under scrutiny ) . “Of course, and you are always such pleasant company. I am just, worried. These people, they’ve been raised under the eyes of every player of The Game. Every word spoken is part of a larger strategy. One cannot be too blunt or too obviously lying. They can’t be too rude and cannot be too kind. Every effort needs to seem sincere without the risk of vulnerability that comes with sincerity. It’s a nest of vipers,” she pauses though, pressing her lips together thoughtfully.

“But I do not mean to lecture you. It is not lack of faith on your part, believe me,” he was one of the best of them. Intelligent and a good heart, and he would go into this party immediately scrutinized & judged. He would need to work for their affection... Josephine had to remind herself though- they didn’t have to be liked by everyone -- they just couldn’t be a complete catastrophe.

“I’m so used to having to explain, it slipped my mind you must’ve seen much of this before... Just perhaps with not so much assassination plots sprinkled about.”

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mercyburned‌:

@inquisitionsdawn​ gets another thing !

     ❛ the way her eyes glint in the sun as she speaks but she’s not gone yet and then she is.  not silver like their swords.  hands too tight around her arms.  haven’t seen her in years.  ink scratched into parchment,  it smells like smoke after a fire. ❜    he paused,  turning his curious gaze towards ellana.  ❛ you did the right thing. ❜

His words cut deep, but she knows they’re meant to be comforting, overlooking the balcony at the festivities below, the drinks and loud laughter filling the tavern... it’s so close and so lonely. “I miss her, I fear that those bright eyes have perhaps have lost that sunlight,” she admits softly, it’s been far too long since a letter is received, had anyone even told her sister what had happened?  Was she safe ? “The right thing?” Brows furrowed at that- she’s made a lot of decisions as of late, decisions in her past as well to rebel and hold on to anger, to take everything for granted and nothing she did ever felt truly right, and this was not as assuring as she would have liked it to be ( or he would have probably liked it to be for that matter )  “and what would that be?”

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Ignore formatting because mobile but wanted to provide this update as blog has been slow - holiday season is busy and I’ve been sucked into gaming rip

But I have returned from my trip ☺️ I’ll go through blogs that have followed when I’m home from work and make some progress with drafts and starters I promised,

Just wanted to thank everyone for their patience! Feel free to hit me up in ims for plotting or chatting, help me survive this slow af work day!

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Zoë Kravitz photographed by Matt Jones photoshoot for i-D Magazine - April 2016.

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mercyburned‌:

@inquisitionsdawn​ liked for a thing !

         ❛ ーー this cure for tranquility… ❜    

sometimes godric felt shame at how easily he passed among his peers.  the gleaming silver sword at his side dissauded most curiosities about the magic he possessed  ;  it was not truly a secret,  but in light of the war and rebellion and growing prejudice after kirkwall…  well.  it helped get the job done if fewer people knew.   he remembered the shock upon cassandra’s face when she’d first learned the truth.  she was fairer than most,  though.  ❛ have you made any progress with finding answers? ❜

Cassandra had TRUSTED him with it, with the truth she discovered. He had shown her openess and the same regard- it was only fair.  There was expectation of being met with disgust though,  that this order she revered and identified so strongly with, they had KNOWN all this time.  and had done nothing.  Sought truth and kept it hidden . But now- she needed to make things right, needed to rebuild to what the seeker could have been.  and here was Godric-  encouraging it? 

“It mentions a mind needs to be pure and worthy, which is subjective- to say the least.” a bit of a grimace, having practically memorized these words she had been obsessing over in their completion. “That way, a spirit can touch the mind of the tranquil and all would be granted back, but seeing as a tranquil mind is all but invisible to spirits supposedly . . .”