a song of freedom

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i am over on @freedomsung getting things set up and i also have an extremely vicious cold. if y’all have an loz verse or ff verse or smthing feel free to follow me there! i’m on and off in between bouts of naptime. 

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What now? Now? Now we get to do what’s next.

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i know i owe some pretty old starters. i’m gonna get around to them as soon as i can. it’s been hard to focus lately! 

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URL CHANGE!

freedomsung → ofloyalheart.

AND AS A NOTE: all of my non-dragon age muses will be moving to freedomsung! if you’re following me for my kingdom hearts, animanga, or legend of zelda muses, please give me a follow there again! thanks!! i’ll work on changing my pages and stuff later!

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*alistair throws ellie over his shoulder* uwu

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❝ NO. ❞ the words come out too loudly, yelled when they should’ve whispered. her hands rest on her hips, fingers curled into tiny little fists and face flushed with frustration. she shouldn’t have been yelling. it was meant to be a quiet conversation, something secret shared between just the two of them while they waited for news of arl eamon’s health. but the suggestion that they should listen to him and whatever advice he had to offer unquestionably when he woke had her anger at a boiling point. surely arl eamon must be a wise man, certainly. elena wasn’t going to question that but…

listen to the man that was so weak willed he’d given more importance to the petty jealousy of his wife than the mental and physical well being of a CHILD that he had willingly taken under his wing? when the argument and jealousy could’ve been quieted by the truth? and listen to him blindly? and without question? 

❝ alistair, ❞ she says his name and it comes out sort of pained and broken in the middle, like she doesn’t understand why he can’t see that she’s doing this FOR him, ❝ honestly, i’m not going to just- ❞

he lifts her off the ground and it’s so sudden and effortless that it leaves her speechless. the only sound she’s capable of making is a little grunt in protest as he throws her over his shoulder as if to end the argument. he takes off down the hallway, hands tight around her thighs in an attempt to hold her in place and she wants to fight. she wants to tell him that every flare of her temper is for him. anger at the injustices he’s suffered through. anger that she could’ve have been there to love him sooner and love him longer. anger that he’d lost EVERYTHING that had ever been important to him…

but the words don’t quite come out. she’s never been very good with them anyway.

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URL CHANGE!

freedomsung → ofloyalheart.

AND AS A NOTE: all of my non-dragon age muses will be moving to freedomsung! if you’re following me for my kingdom hearts, animanga, or legend of zelda muses, please give me a follow there again! thanks!! i’ll work on changing my pages and stuff later!

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Tumblr, Native Hawaiians need your help!

So the gist of it is the construction of the 30 meter telescope on top of Mauna Kea is starting. Its peak is 4,207.3 m above sea level, making it the highest point in the state of Hawaii. Which is why it is deemed the perfect place for the telescope. The only thing is, Mauna Kea is sacred land, our ancestors never built on top of Mauna Kea and for good reason. Sacred land is to never be messed with. It's a burial ground for native Hawaiians' most revered ancestors, and believed to be a peak created by the gods as a place from which humans can ascend to heaven. A lot has been taken away from native Hawaiians and there is already telescopes built on Mauna Kea we do not need anymore desecration of our land. Please help me and my people by signing this petition. Sharing it will help our cause a lot. Follow @protectmaunakea

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can i just get bravia awkwardly kissing arlan's cheek and making him go "wait what the fuck is going on here"

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it was customary, in the fairy tales that the surfacers liked to share so frequently, for the princess to wait for the valiant knight in shining armor to sweep them off their feet. leliana had told her over a dozen stories with that exact plot line. the princess or some other fair lady of noble birth would always find herself in peril or some other kind of trouble she couldn’t solve on her own and she’d be forced to wait until some handsome knight or prince came to rescue her. and after the knight would kiss her and they would pledge their eternal love for each other blah, blah, blah. 

for someone of a lesser will, it might’ve been difficult not to take the stories at face value. the trope, as it were, seemed so common that for a moment bravia found herself wondering if it was part of the customs on the surface. a difference in gender roles that she couldn’t understand. in dwarven stories and myths, women were just as capable as men. it all came down to how well you could swing a sword or a hammer or use your mind and…

while she have been a fair lady of noble birth, arlan was certainly no valiant knight. he was rude and crass. quiet and forward and more dwarven than men twice or three times his size. it was endearing, in some ways, and enticing in others. she can’t say she fancied him. not in the way the girls in the stories swooned over their knights, but she wouldn’t mind seeing where a kiss would go.

IF HE’D ONLY KISS HER.

her foot taps expectantly as the thought drifts through her mind. it was unbecoming of a man to make a woman wait, especially when that woman was a princess. well- maybe not a princess any more, but she’d been reinstated to her family and was thus STILL a woman of noble birth. besides, she’s pretty enough. surely her figure’s sparked the thought in his mind. but- by the STONE, he’s dense. dense or just not interested. no, no. not interested isn’t an option. 

it takes a few moments, but she finally rises to her feet and stomps across the camp like a woman on a mission. she stops in front of him, hands on her hips, and at this height they’re nearly eye to eye. her mouth opens to say something, that look that she gets when she’s about to start barking orders lingering in her eyes. and then it all falters. she hears someone crack a joke across the camp fire and her cheeks turn the shade of molten lava. 

❝ i was going to- i mean- ❞ she SWEARS she hears oghren say something along the lines of ❛ get on with it ❜ and the blush in her cheeks darkens. she leans up onto her toes, plucking a flower out of her hair and pressing her lips to his cheek while tucking the stem behind his ear. her smile after is delicate, almost affectionate, but it quickly sours. 

❝ i’m gonna start getting impatient, waiting for you to take a hint or- whatever. ❞ she snarls awkwardly, turning on her heel and marching away before he can get a word in edgewise. 

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don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

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Sacha with Rosie’s Mia Rutherford ( @ofloyalheart ) being cute.

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Never Let Me Go (sentence starters) 

feat. lines from the book Never Let me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro 

“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly.”

“All children have to be deceived if they are to grow up without trauma.”

“I realized, of course, that other people used these roads; but that night, it seemed to me these dark byways of the country existed just for the likes of us…”

“Your life must now run the course that’s been set for it.”

“You say you’re sure? Sure that you’re in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple? ”

“I always wanted to believe in things.” 

“I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel, world.”

“Your lives are set out for you.”

“Yes, we’re doing this now and I’m glad we’re doing it now. But what a pity we left it so late.”

“Poor creatures. What did we do to you? With all our schemes and plans?”

“Even the solitude, I’ve actually grown to quite like…” 

“I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up.” 

“But I really wanted to find it for you.”

“So you’re waiting, even if you don’t quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realize that you really are different to them…

“What I wished more than anything was that the thing hadn’t happened at all…”

  “What I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. “

“Why should they be grateful?”

“Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it’s a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.”

“Don’t you wonder sometimes, what might have happened if you tried?”

“I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much.”

“It’s just a bit of nostalgia to pass the time.”

“We were right for each other once. Whether we always will be, that’s anyone’s guess.”

“It didn’t hurt, did it? When I hit you?“

“I remember a huge tiredness coming over me, a kind of lethargy in the face of the tangled mess before me.”

“It never occurred to me that our lives, until then so closely interwoven, could unravel and separate.”

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small bear won’t move / 

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"Can I kiss you?" From nova to ellie

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❝ hm? ❞

it doesn’t quite register at first, mind too focused on her work to pick up her lover’s softly spoken question. her fingers run through nova’s hair, searching for tangles to work out with the brush vivienne had given her. when every tangle has been lovingly removed, she’ll tie the strawberry locks up in an elaborately braided crown. it’s slow work, but elena would be lying if she said it hadn’t become one of her favorite things to do. mind numbing. a good way to forget. a good thing to focus on. it kept her hands busy and it kept nova safe and after everything…

safety was all she could ask in regards to the people she loved. to the person she loved.

she’s mid-motion when the question seems to click. amber eyes flutter in confusion. it’s a perfectly innocent question and they’ve kissed before, but still a faint blush creeps across the bridge of her nose. her hand reaches forward, fingertips dancing over nova’s cheek. her thumb brushes across her lips, ❝ you can kiss me whenever you’d like, vhe‒ ❞ she stumbles over the word, lips made for common and orlesian but not elvish, ❝ how do you say it, again? ❞

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sbdy: josie, please take a break. josephine: cullen literally can't function without someone giving him orders and leliana is a drama queen who will knife sbdy for looking at her friends funny. i literally can’t take a break or the inquisition will go down in flames. 

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜

❛ Nothing ever truly dies. ❜

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@freedomsung LIKED FOR A STARTER FROM CREMISIUS ACLASSI.

he’s not sure if BULL has figured her out yet or not, this strange AVVAR woman who can TWIST herself into different shapes and CLAIMS to speak with gods.  he knows that HE hasn’t – not the wild magic that she wields, or the eyes too old for her young face, or even her PERSONALITY.  they both say they work FOR the inquisition, with her claiming she was SENT, but there was also that one avvar bloke who was caught chucking goats at the fortress, so he reckons he ought to take it with a grain of SALT. 

‘so, your emissary-ness, when you do the SHAPE-SHIFTING thing, does it not HURT?  how do you even DO it? can you change into ANYTHING?  it’s gotta be pretty bloody handy in a fight.’

there was something strange about the chargers that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. they were like a family, but not in the traditional sense of the word. it was more like a clan or the bond shared between people from the same hold, but they weren’t that either. each one was from a different part of the world. a different race, a different heritage, a different status. a dwarf and a qunari. elves and humans. men and women. and still they somehow came together to form one of the CLOSEST bonds she had ever seen in her life.

to say she found it fascinating would be a HORRENDOUS understatement. 

blue eyes glimmer as she listens to his questions, taking a moment to consider each one in turn. delicate hands fold behind her back, head tilting slowly to the side. does it hurt? how do you do it? can you become anything? all of them questions she had heard dozens of times before from people who didn’t UNDERSTAND, but when he asks there’s a certain eagerness that she can’t explain and she finds it ENDEARING. 

❝ all you really have to do to change forms is focus. and be a mage. i haven’t met anyone who can do it without magic. ❞ it’s vague, but she can’t describe it in any other way. she’s been running with the wolves for so long she’s forgotten how it feels to be UNABLE to take their form. being human, that’s what feels strange now. ❝ it doesn’t hurt though. everything twists for a moment and then it’s sort of like...you’re in the form you’re MEANT to be in. the one that your will has chosen. ❞

she’s explaining it wrong. lips purse. her eyes drift up to the sky for a moment. ❝ handy for fights, ❞ she agrees, ❝ better for listening. and watching. no one questions a bird sitting out side of their window or a rabbit sleeping in the brush. ❞