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So I’m transitioning from a dash only layout to a blog proper. While I do that, this message will be pinned here.

I should also mention this blog is low activity. That won’t change even after the change, but I thought it was worth mentioning.

The google docs in the title still give relevant info, so writing is still totally a thing. Just, y’know. Slowly.

#ooc tbd

cosmicacy:

rowena glanced between them and the horse before giving a shrug. the mare seemed peaceful enough, the kind that wouldn’t easily startle or run off out of nowhere and would probably be quite the good horse for a child to learn on were they learning to ride for the first time.

‘ i’ll get you a crate. ‘ unfortunately, the ponies were saved for the dwarves who needed them much more. ‘ riding is easy, considering she’s already trained. fighting might be harder, but you’re a mage and not a sword fighter. it might be easier that way. ‘

Training with a full sized horse felt daunting, but they felt it best. Better to get right to it with the little time they had. Rowena seemed to understand.

“Is she? That explains a lot. She seems really calm.” With the crate in place, they hopped on easily enough. Hopefully it’d be that easy without one.

“So normally the magic is support stuff- healing, wards. But I’d have to imagine everyone’s afraid of lightning, right? Even.. well-trained horses?”

#cosmicacy #v; default: Val

lavellanshe:

Val’s presence was not unwelcome, and their arrival with a blanket and a curious question was immediately enough to snap Ellana out of her own pensive daze. Violet gaze flicked over to the other and the Dalish elf chuckled in time, nodding her understanding. ❝ Honestly? I’m not really used to it myself, but I can’t stand the thought of covering myself in the number of layers I see the people who live here use. ❞ She looked a little sheepish, and cast her gaze outward, blowing away a snowflake that threatened to land on her bottom lip.

❝ I worry that being an outsider here is going to hinder the Inquisition’s work. The Chantry have made it known they do not approve of what the people call me. But I never asked to be known as the Herald, either. It’s hard to encourage something you don’t even understand. ❞

Val motioned to the blanket they had brought.

“Well, in case that’s not enough, I did bring another. Should be thicker, and probably doesn’t smell of horse.” A smile to their face. “I mean, if you’re okay with that, then by all means.”

A pensive look overtook the smile. They knew of the rumors, but they didn’t know just how much it weighed on the Inquisitor’s mind. It should have; even in the Circle the elves were the most resistant to the Chantry’s presence there, and none they knew of were Dalish.

“Do you not have people to deal with these things for you? I’d imagine they’d be more concerned with the rift tears. Or the Red Templars. The real problems.” Politics frustrated Val, possibly as much as Ellana. But for once they didn’t have a direct impact on them.

After a sigh, they offered, “Is there any way I can help?”

#lavellanshe #v; companion: Val

starei

oh to be called "my love" by your favourite person in the whole world

#about: Val #about: Harding

catradorea

Forgive me, I don’t believe I ever thanked you for helping me with this.

#likes: Val

wheezingghoulbois

Shane and Ryan’s reoccurring sentiments towards the rich.

#a constant Sera mood #about: Sera

Until I can upload it to my google doc, I’m gonna drop my initial bio for Paige here:

Paige grew up with her father, a chantry faithful and general goods salesman, in Denerim for the first 12 years of her life. Eventually, a passing knight recruited her for the templars. Turns out all those mock sword fights with the chantry guards were good for something after all. At the age of 16, close to her vigil, something strange happens.

She sets fire to her books. With her hands.

Paige’s father had mentioned that her mother was an apostate, but she never thought that she herself would become a mage. And she knows the horrible conditions which the circle keeps mages- people like herself now. So she runs.

For 9 years, she runs. Skirting the darkspawn invasion when she can, running to the Free Marches when Ferelden’s overrun. She sells her services as a swordsman, gains some training from other apostates when she runs into them. At one point, she swears she’s run into her mother, but she can’t be sure.

When the Circles dissolve and chaos ensues, she returns to her home country. And when they whisper about the Herald of Andraste, she can’t believe her ears. She thinks maybe, finally, she finds her calling. Magic to serve man. At the very least, she can find out whether her worn-out faith in Andraste will be emboldened or simply slip away completely.

#bio: paige #to be sorted #idk what else to tag this #//the free marches part can easily turn into orlais i realize now but otherwise she's a well traveled muse

‘Error Loading Forms’ seems to be Tumblr’s new favorite words to me, so I guess I’m not doing drafts today. I only have 4, but 3 of them give me that lovely error message.

If it keeps happening by, say, tomorrow, I’ll just post it in a new text with a link or something.

#ooc tbd #//this site is run on paper clips and strings

eugeneee

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Won’t Get Fooled Again - The Who

#music: Val

rushdie-rushmore-blog

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Simon and Garfunkel- I Am a Rock

#music: Val #music: Sera #//it's a teensy more literal in Val's case but also the metaphor sticks too

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

You do owe the world things, actually. It’s just those things tend to be perfectly balanced.

You owe people respect and dignity; they owe the same to you.

You owe children kindness; as a child, you are owed a kind world.

You are owed nourishment by any world that brings you into existence, you are owed a chance to thrive. In return, you owe the same to any people or creatures you agree to take guardianship over.

The issue is not that we, and others, and the world in general, owe each other. We are all born being owed certain things, and by living we acquire debts; life requires this interdependence to thrive. The issue is that we are often misled as to what this actually means, by those who would take advantage of us. We are lied to by authority figures who do not want to respect us, or acknowledge their responsibility to us. Worse: we mistakenly come to believe that taking advantage of others is the key to restoring balance. We were cheated, so others must be cheated in turn.

We trap ourselves in these deadly cycles. Society betrays us so we are taught to disengage, to break it further. We are taught to forget the value of repair. We are taught to forget what is owed. Fundamentally, we are taught to forget that people are owed basic decency. When we say we owe the world nothing, we forget we are affirming the opposite: the world owes us nothing in return.

But this is so incredibly untrue. We owe the world things, and are owed in return, and that’s good, that is so so good. I would hate to live in a world where I didn’t believe people were fundamentally owed dignity and decency and kindness. The real issue is that these things often go unpaid, and unreciprocated. We think: “The world gave me nothing, though it should have. Why should I owe anything?”

And that is such a dangerous way to think. That type of thought just turns you into another gear in a destructive machine. That type of thought just allows despair to self-replicate. That type of thought validates the abusers and ensures there is never a shortage of victims. Feed those kinds of thoughts, and a plug gets pulled somewhere inside you, and lets the humanity drain away. You lose everything, trying to steal from others what was stolen from you. You cheat yourself and the world, with that kind of thinking.

I promise you this: When we try to balance the scales by refusing to pay forward what wasn’t paid to us, we just double the debt and burden the world in the process. A better world requires that we first do better.

#about: Val #about: Cynthia #about: Harding #about: Sera