fallen from the sky

Sansa Lavellan. The Inquisitor. "Fall from the sky, make bad decisions, and somehow people still follow me." . indi da:i inquisitor rp  dalish elf, rogue || 21+   tracking: ladyxlavellan

[incorrectdragonage]

submission by @soundssimpleright

Dorian: I am, by trade, a NECROMANCER! You know what that means, right? Inquisitor: Uhh, you have sex with dead people? Dorian: -phile! Necrophile! A necroMANCER can bring the dead TO LIFE!

[puffedits]

[dragonageconfessions]

Confession:  While I’m sad for Solasmancers who wanted a happy ending, this is a classic case of a god falling in love with a mortal. This has almost never worked out, in thousands of different stories, across many cultures and time periods. Are you really surprised?

[ladyxlavellan]

The elf had her wild hart by the reigns, leading him over the uneven terrain slowly, as non-threateningly as possible, so the dragon that settled on the boulders too close for comfort wouldn’t find them interesting enough to attack. Sansa had passed the dragon before and usually it had been peaceful enough – except that time it came out of no where and scooped up a druffalo a few hundred feet from her.

It looked like both her and Vir would pass by unscathed this time – until the sudden presence of another nearby startled them both. “Maker’s breath!” She smothered a cry, because she’s been spending far too long around shems, and Vir trumpeted his own hart curses and reared a bit. Sansa let out a string of soothing sounds and stroked his neck when he settled four hooves restlessly back on the ground.

“Are you trying to get us eaten?” She hissed at the newcomer.

[ladyxlavellan]

“Shit shit shit shit – why are you just standing there? Run!" 

[ladyxlavellan]

“I’m fine."

               No, she wasn’t. Nightmares had been plaguing the Inquisitor for weeks now; it made sleeping nigh impossible, and falling asleep more nerve-wracking than relaxing. She had taken to working herself to exhaustion – planning, training, researching, checking on everyone she could in Skyhold, replenishing supplies, even mucking stalls – anything to keep her distracted until she’d finally collapse.

Except now came the collapsing part, and the looks she was getting from the others was driving her mad, her lack of sleep making her snap.

"Look, let’s just finish this, all right?”

[ladyxlavellan]

// [pokes at] will people do stuff with me if i come back? :O [goes to reblog opens] 

find me on my other blog @fenwxlf to check in since i’m on him the most 

[ladyxlavellan]

sansa, sans vallaslin (ha.)

[ladyxlavellan]

[ladyxlavellan]

The elf had her wild hart by the reigns, leading him over the uneven terrain slowly, as non-threateningly as possible, so the dragon that settled on the boulders too close for comfort wouldn’t find them interesting enough to attack. Sansa had passed the dragon before and usually it had been peaceful enough – except that time it came out of no where and scooped up a druffalo a few hundred feet from her.

It looked like both her and Vir would pass by unscathed this time – until the sudden presence of another nearby startled them both. “Maker’s breath!” She cried, because she’s been spending far too long around shems, and Vir trumpeted his own hart curses and reared a bit. Sansa let out a string of soothing sounds and stroked his neck when he settled four hooves restlessly back on the ground.

“Are you trying to get us eaten?” She hissed at the newcomer.

[ladyxlavellan]

[oraculis]

“Every Mother Finds Druffalo Among Sleeping Juniper Groves…”

[chia-sprout]

One of my brothers has been drawing Dorian nonstop, and it made me want to try

[ladyxlavellan]

// [considers rebooting this blog]

[ladyxlavellan]

//went to repticon today!

my bbies had fun :3

[bioticx]

VGA 2014: ft. Varric, Cassandra, and shirtless Cullen (x)

[ladyxlavellan]

The elf had her wild hart by the reigns, leading him over the uneven terrain slowly, as non-threateningly as possible, so the dragon that settled on the boulders too close for comfort wouldn't find them interesting enough to attack. Sansa had passed the dragon before and usually it had been peaceful enough -- except that time it came out of no where and scooped up a druffalo a few hundred feet from her.

It looked like both her and Vir would pass by unscathed this time -- until the sudden presence of another nearby startled them both. "Maker's breath!" She cried, because she's been spending far too long around shems, and Vir trumpeted his own hart curses and reared a bit. Sansa let out a string of soothing sounds and stroked his neck when he settled four hooves restlessly back on the ground.

"Are you trying to get us eaten?" She hissed at the newcomer.