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Semi-Hiatus over Tomorrow
Or at least, I’ll show a bit of life on this blog. Currently on break, for which the last few days consisted of me fucking around on Sims and relaxing. Mun has made a NEW SKYPE, if we’re mutuals on skype or want to be, just ask via inbox and i’ll send you it. Other than that, look at my new skype nickname and status and everything!
Mun wants to RP but she has been sick and stressed for the pass several weeks leading to multiple acts of insecurity. Either way, I love you all ad I hope to revive myself ;o;
Place one of these words and a character/pairing/series in my inbox and I'll write a drabble about it
Baigner : Bath
Baiser : Kiss
Balafre : Scar
Bâti : Bed
Cauchemar : Nightmare
Chant : Song
Chuchotement : Whisper
Cœur : Heart
Danse : Dance
Décès : Death
Délaisser : Abandon
Disparu : Lost
Enfant : Child
Famine : Starvation
Flamme : Flame
Fleur : Flower
Frère : Brother
Haine : Hate
Jardin : Garden
Lame : Blade
Lèvres : Lips
Liberté : Freedom
Mains : Hands
Maudit : Cursed
Mensonge : Lie
Mère : Mother
Miroir : Mirror
Monstre : Monster
Neige : Snow
Nostalgie : Nostalgia
Ombre : Shadow
Père : Father
Pitié : Mercy
Pluie : Rain
Regard : Gaze
Respirer : Breathe
Rêverie : Dream
Rire : Laughter
Sang : Blood
Spectre : Ghost
Sœur : Sister
Soif : Thirst
Sûr : Safe
Tonnerre : Thunder
Vin : Wine
len'alas lath'din c:
“ tais-toi, ma petite putain ;; don’t you D A R E speak in that vile language in my presence. “from prior knowledge ,it was e a s yto rip out the tongueof the disrespectful ones.
so where do you get your brows done?
~~It’s all Natural~~
bruh the comb over ain't a good look bruh
Someone grab the matches
———— You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
w e a k. I hate that feeling.
Top 5 songs that make you think of Bastien?
Hellfire [ This basically stem the idea of his character and the hunchback of Notre Dame in General. If I’m ever in a stump, I listen to this song and it revives his muse for him all over again. Plus it’s the best Villain song that describes that ambition, self-rationalization and an overly zealous nature is just as bad as one’s acceptance of their horrible nature. ]
Cohen’s Masterpiece [ One of my headcanons for Verrill consists of him having great musical talent involving the piano/organ, and whenever I hear Cohen’s Masterpiece, I find it a grave yet percisce piece that reminds me a lot about Verrill. Like it would be the perfect song you could hear being played for him when he walks into a ball or some shit. It’s a fucking awesome peice. ]
Adagio for Strings [ Xera your previous experience in Orchestra is showing. So not only is this one of my favorite orchestrated pieces that I don’t completely hate from my prior time in orchestra, but it kinda has that elegant, somber nature that I’d think Verrill’s persona would portray. All while holding a strange sense of sadness that there could have been something more or something different that could have change him. ]
Trellick Tower [ One of my friends showed me a playlist of v religious oriented pop songs which may have been the best thing in my life because I wouldn’t be introduced to this song. It makes me think of Verrill’s dead wife, because it’s perfectly describes her view towards him. ]
Buy the Stars [ When I can’t find songs that matches my characters because they make me want to vomit in my throat bcus of how self-righteous they are even though they’re being sexist pigs, I usually find songs that have some of their personality traits and take shots at them. Thus, Marina. Plus that piano doe. ]
mun is pure trash yeah <3
♦ ;outoftheclan ♦ [ Real Talk I'm REALLY sorry for the inactivity ♦ the lack of replies ♦ and all that jazz♦ My motivation has hit a very low point ♦ and School has most of my focus so I'm not really doing any RP stuff until I get most of the load off ♦ I am so so so so sorry for those following me here and on Verrill I hope in the next following week I'll get better with this ♦ and be RPing trashy white Priests and quiet angry women once again ♦ I love you all and I am sorry Im trash <3 ]
Do your children love you?
He could hear their small voices calling to him on a busy day. Wide bright eyes gaze upon him from a distance, hovering away from the books they were taught to read. " Daddy! " One called, catching his attention. Crooked smile, dark hair ;; traits of their late mother. " Come read to us! " Such a simple gesture, even when it would be silly in the end. They read those books million upon millions of times--able to quote them by heart. And yet they stood with the book in hand, requesting him there. And though his work piled upon itself, he set down, and replaced it with a book. Reading to his children; the stars in their eyes lighting up.
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" I hope so. "
What is all planned for those two? (:
uthabelas && I are horrible fucking people.
I will RUIN YOU.
you are a gem of a person and so wonderful across all your blogs. thank you so much for being here!
<3
Your character is such a despicable bastard (I fear for that Lavellan), and your beautiful writing just brings all kinds of sides of him to life. Definitely keep it up! :)
it’s gonna get hellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllla worst I promise you thank you for such kind words <3
Your character is such an ASSHOLE and I love it. Your writing is very poetic and flowing, it's lovely to read. Just thought you should know that even if we don't like your character, that doesn't mean we don't absolutely adore you or your presence in DARP. Keep it up!
omgplzno this little shit is an asshole but u must h ATE HIM.
|| destroy me ;; destroy you ||
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The presence of such worthless words born from the sonorous proclamation of apparent pride, a worthless place in itself, resonated within the herald’s mind just as they did within the stifling stone walls of the Chantry—a touch upon every frayed nerve, debilitation threatening as ears and windows rattled alike in resistance…and then at once, relief when the echoes fade into nothingness. They were the sounds of a great serpent feasting upon its own tail, and what a daunting task that was for the herald to bear witness. Should this serpent soon choke upon himself, it would make little difference for it was not the rich tones of his voice that unsettled Illythyrra, but his E Y E S—cold, relentless, hungry, searching for cracks and fissures in which a tongue could not be placed, threatening to desecrate upon discovery if submission was not granted.
Intentions to satisfy the presumptuous beast were nonexistent, yet no such translation was apparent in Illythyrra’s weary form for her head was inclined downwards and the withered violets she possessed for eyes never rose to acknowledge Father Verrill’s crushing presence. The penetrating gaze he condemned upon her back was well-received without the meeting of each other’s faces; impatient hands clasped before her had shifted and burned with the pricking of S A V A G E claws beneath the thin safeguarding of billowy sleeves the moment his footfalls ceased and lavishly crowned head turned towards her. It was not a display of submission—cherished words of her people rang imperiously within her mind with every action taken, never to be forgotten—but one of defiance. As a figure of elevated authority, having one’s back turned while the other preened is enough to produce a necessary response…yet the lowly cleric still stands to challenge the Herald of Andraste by way of force with something so simple as a look that she need not see to feel.
Never adjusting her stance, although she should, Illythyrra gave way to a sigh of irritation and twisted her lips into a revolted grimace. Her priorities certainly were “in check” as they did not pertain to wasting away whilst playing childish games to appease nobles, yet what was to be done now? The laughter of a man bearing great influence travels with haste upon excitable tongues throughout such a land as Orlais, and no amount of humiliation brought upon by him could be afforded. The man wishes to play…and so be it.
Still remaining as she was—nails sinking ever deeper into her flesh—Illythyrra closed her eyes in resignation and directed her voice to the floor, exhausted tones ringing not of mockery or spite, but pure impatience.
“ You speak as though I am your reflection, Sire… May I ask why a lowly cleric finds it necessary to dress himself all in gold while Andraste’s herald stands naked before him? You counsel wisdom, but all I hear is hypocrisy, and such hypocrisy will become a reminder of your mortality if you cannot squeeze your head out of that crown quick enough… ”
Words waiting to be said were clenched tightly against his teeth; jaw rigidly in place as he allowed the other to speak to him in such a lowly fashion, only making it harder for him to separate animistic nature from common sense. Anger ruminated, but thought pulled it back; deep into the back of his mind to fuel more useful emotions and ideas. With more rage, his patient nature prolongs to juxtapose her restless nature. And how that R A G E boiled in the pit of his stomach.
Andraste herself could raise her hand towards him, claiming that the mere savage before him as her speaker, and he'd still see the savage they were before. The kind of savage who live within the trees and dying flora to rest in the dirt where they belong--uncivilized creatures that needed to be domesticated like a proper house cat. Who ever allows cat to bite the hands that feeds them hasn't trained them properly yet.
To properly train, he had to have patience control his irritation, and that's what he showed. Though his hands clasped together tightly, his face remained as placid as before. His gaze, looking away from the other, focused on the structures around for clarity of mind; to take in their words blinded by his own limitations. Again he paced across the room, footsteps growing louder with each heavy step. Filling the silence between them as his thoughts realigned themselves to match his words and the other's actions. To turn it around and to have it wrapped around his fingers once again.
" My dearest Inquisitor, there's a difference between talking to a reflection and a person with a fully functioning head on their shoulders. Do not forget that." Once again the tight lipped grin appeared, malice beginning to ease it's way into his words and his posture. A stiff sense of pride made him stand tall, and helped him to turn towards the Inquisitor with his gaze wandering slightly. Only for his sights to end at her bowing head.
" When I speak to a person, I do expect them to speak back. But I'd expect for them to speak towards me--staring d i r e c t l y at me--not to the floorboards as if they had a sentient thought. " The words of belittlement rang out quickly in a tone full of mockery, quickly losing the playful jive he had earlier. His words growing more grave as he walked towards the shrinking woman. The icy gaze she tried to avoid narrows in just for her, once again wandering from time to time as his words filled their ears.
" Are the floors the hypocrites you speak of, dear? What is it are they not squeezing out of that 'crown' on their head--do you see things I don't see? Or are you making it an effort so I can question your competent? " More and more bitter sentiments spoken through an unfeeling voice, growing closer until he stopped a mire foot away. Eyes once again gazing down on the petite frame before him. The glance at her bare body reminded him of what he had compared to her: Power.
And oh, how he indulged in it.
" Now, you can do better. I assure you. " Again with the mockery, hidden behind a gentle tone. Still with his eyes looking down to her, he brought his hand up to her chin. A gentle stroke of his finger upward forced her to look up at him. And to make sure she did not turn away, he held her jaw in his hand. Tight enough to her to remember who held down the reigns, but gentle, so she could realize he's not a horrid, forceful soul. Only a VILE ONE.
" Try speaking to me again;" He said gravely. Unmoving. Unchanging. " Speaking your mind can reveal a lot to another. "
