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Private and Selective Hero of Ferelden Penned by Void 21+

[magusanima]

And amidst deepest darkness, a light as gentle as the moon and stars above...

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Indie, Selective and Private Elf Mage Origin Hero of Ferelden of the Dragon Age series, with verses in Final Fantasy XIV, Modern and Medieval Fantasy, Assassin's Creed and More! Penned by Void. 21+. In this hellscape since 2014! Carrd | Memes | Worldstate

Blogroll: @bardicchord (multi) |@trebelyan (inquisitor)

♡Traveling with:| @onceawake | @b1uewraith / @calenheir | @blightever | @haludh / @4educan | @kenostaph

[magusanima]

Me: god I really wish I had [thing] as an accessory

Me: omg wait I can MAKE IT.

[magusanima]

I CAN DO WHAT I WANT FOREVERR

[magusanima]

Me: god I really wish I had [thing] as an accessory

Me: omg wait I can MAKE IT.

[magusanima]

guy who's considering going back to college after 8 years bc i just found out the college of my dreams has the course i need for my dream career

[achillesinhighheels]

nobody in the entire world has ever known what to do with me

[grandenchanters]

REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THIS BUT WAHHHH. FERELDANCHEESE COMM BE UPON YE…THEYRE actually open again and I highly reccommend everyone check them out!!!

[magusanima]

also ik i don't talk about my outside interests as much but....going to the ta.dc finale premier tonight.............excited....

[praeludio]

#praeludio: private & selective multimuse blog featuring a song of ice and fire & dragon age characters. penned by marte, 30+.

[grippysockgang-deactivated20230]

You all are the coolest people I vaguely know

[shiilelagh]

#shiilelagh - private, indie, selective roleplay blog for ELEVA WILLOWRUN, a circle of spores druid from BALDUR'S GATE III. by emma. ©

[magusanima]

gonna probably go play ffxiv for a bit to hopefully...catch up on msq. mooties can find me here!!

[magusanima]

anyways i love u women....i love you so much women...and so does behni!!! i hope you are loved and seen this pride month, and every moment after.

[mercenarysexuality]

Okay pals I need to make some money this week so I'm not negative in my bank account!!!

Come check out my video game / Dragon Age inspired Etsy!!!

If you're a nerd you'll love it

[mercenarysexuality]

I'll currently break even when I get my paycheck, anything I earn now I can use for food and stuff, which would be super good.

[oceansprompts]

i'm okay with:

starting over - are you a little overwhelmed with where our thread is going? let me know, and i'd be happy to start a new one with you!

pausing - if you're feeling one thread more than another we have going on, that's perfectly fine! you're welcome to let me know if you'd like, but it's not a necessity.

multiples - if we have a ship that you love and you have many ideas for them, always feel welcome to throw them at me no matter what! while it may affect my reply speed due to having more, it doesn't affect my interest at all!

regrouping - maybe we initially had an idea that didn't pan out but you don't know how to say it? just shoot me a message and let me know you'd like to plot further/something else.

anything else - have we not talked and you want to? shoot me a message! send in a meme if you don't know where to start! ask for my discord! i may not initiate too often myself, but i love being able to love our threads together!

[heliosphage]

✦ An independent Ryland Grace from Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary. Please read rules and about before following. Promo PSD Credit & Art Credit.

My seat finally gives out. I hear the pops as the anchor points shear off. I fall forward, into the screen, still strapped to the metal seat, which crushes me from behind. The chair probably doesn’t weigh much in normal gravity. Maybe 20 kilograms. But with this much centripetal force, it’s like having a cement block on my back. I can’t breathe. This is it. The weight of the chair is so much I can’t inflate my lungs. I get dizzy. Mechanical suffocation, it’s called. It’s how boa constrictors kill their prey. What an odd thing to think as my last thought. Sorry, Earth, I think. There. Much better last thought.

[magusanima]

@kenostaph has written: [ BLANKET ]+[ DAMP ] - morrigan

Fire and ice did not mix. That was something every circle apprentice learned in their earliest lessons. If you wanted to combat one element, you used the other and you used it better than your opponent, should they be a mage. One would always win out over the other. So why was it that Behni felt so unbearably feverish and yet terrifyingly cold at the same time? Nothing seemed to sate him, not the damp cloth on his head, and not the blanket practically hugging his body. He wanted none of it and yet he knew it was what was best for him. But his mind told him to tear everything away, to do without his clothes, without his skin. Leave the body behind and he would not have to worry about a thing.

It was an emissary's hex, one he had been too preoccupied to dodge and had taken at full force. In truth, it was his own stress causing the bodily sweats. The burning icicles beneath his skin were nothing more than an illusion, but one that would take time to burn away. That was exactly why the other mage had been trusted to oversee him. As good as Wynne had been with her healing arts, Morrigan knew her way around hexes and how to coax them out in a way that wouldn't put him out for a week. They simply had to wait for such a solution to ease through his system, and that would take time.

It was still torturous, and he wanted it to stop. And all the while he felt so terrible that his nails were biting into the skin of her forearms, wanting to cling to something that felt real, as his body surely did not. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry.." Was all he could muster, still clinging to the suffering of others despite his own pains. It was all he could do not to focus on the torment wracking him.

[magusanima]

@laperlina has written: [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  hawo ! for modern verse perhaps :3

There was someone asleep in his shop. Not entirely unusual, he supposed. Most especially for a storefront that thrived on it's namesake. "Insomniac Books" was for the night owls and those who sought knowledge after the sun went down; whether a college student was searching for a last minute textbook before the 11pm deadline, a dreary office worker needed to drown in a comforting read after a dreadful shift, or perhaps like this woman, needed somewhere safe to tuck themselves into, away from the dark.

He was thankful it was a slow evening, not that he had to worry about those who passed through his shop thanks to his good reputation around town (and his very solid threats he held for those who tried to cause a stir) but still...he always held concern for those that found solace between his shelves.

He extends a hand to give the woman a shake, before his eyes fall to the book she'd been perusing. Celtic Concoctions for Crippling Curses. Ah yes, he remembered that one. Filled to the brim with lesser known practices of druidism and assorted healing arts. A fun read for the mundane eyes, but an even more interesting one for those who knew what to look for, like himself.

He wondered if that's what she sought. He didn't like to assume his clientele, but...

No, no guesswork here. Especially not on an unconscious patron.

Gently, his hand graces her shoulder, and he hopes to jostle her awake. "Ma'am...? Are you alright? M'not kickin' you out by any means, merely makin' sure I don't have a corpse in my shop."