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oftrxvelyan:

“ You seem dissatisfied. I’m glad you’re alive, but I wouldn’t wish this burden on anyone. ” Now, the mention of their father had green eyes rolling. “ Honestly? I’m not sure. But … avoid open court, just in case. A pity, I know; but ‘tis a necessity. ”

“Not just a pity,” Alex rolls his eyes, “At this point, everyone on Thedas is clamoring to meet the man with the mark.” He holds up his hand, the Anchor sparking and hissing on cue, “I wouldn’t wish this thing on anyone else, either,” he remarks, rubbing his eyes after a moment, “It’s not been easy.”

#oftrxvelyan #Arching Brother (Naveen);

arynladyofice:

“This area.” Well, she was new to the whole world, but it stayed the truth that she had first arrived around here. “Thank you. And how should I call you?” Aryn asked, though glancing forward for a second as she first picked the sound of the camp the man had spoken about.

She just hoped it would stay easy enough to not betray herself.

“Inquisitor, if you wish, but most of my friends actually call me Alex,” he responds with a hum, hand on the hilt of his blade, comfortably and loosely planted on the pommel.

#arynladyofice #Ice Dragon (Aryn);

lemurmure:

“Come here,” she answered, waving him over. “Come here and rest.” There was a bedroll close to her, and she knew that insisting would probably be the only way she could get him to sleep. Or at most, just relax. “It’s warm by the fire, and I have this,” she said, shrugging into his cloak. “I’ll rest if you do.”

“...” He looked at her, then the bedroll, before, with a resigned huff,

“Yes, alright, alright...” he makes his way over to the roll, exhaustion clear as day on his features. Though, he was just hammering things out with a dragon, so...

#lemurmure #The Other Jenny (Ariella);

mentisvolatus:

“I was going to ask. You saved me the trouble…” leonardo’s comment was off-hand, distracted as he took the inquisitor’s hand in his own. his long fingers moved over the mark curiously, a tiny smile playing on the edges of his lips. he could use a distraction. this would serve nicely. very nicely. “Magic can sometimes have that effect, I imagine… This is unlike anything…” his words trailed off again and leonardo touched at the center of it again for good measure. interesting. very interesting. “It hurts, then? But not quite… How fascinating…” no doubt alex is used to this kind of behavior by now, and leonardo truly should let his hand go. he does. slowly. and then he nods again, another, more kind smile upon his lips. “Thank you… For letting me see.” the inquisitor’s own hands fill in gaps in leonardo’s knowledge. a warrior, it seemed. sword hilt callouses. that was what drew him to that conclusion anyway. he carried a soberness on his shoulders this inquisitor that told leonardo that he was serious. a man like that would not ask for da vinci’s help unless they needed it. well and truly. any resistance he had held in his heart swayed. “I– - Should pack a few things. Before we leave. Will you stay for a drink with me? I like to know my employers…”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” Alex chuckles, “Though, you might want to be careful; two men sharing drinks late in the evening? People may have sordid thoughts about it.” It wasn’t quite clear whether or not that was the Inquisitor’s intention or if he was simply being playful.

Though, truth be told, the inquisitor would far from argue with that if it were suggested -- this man was quite the looker, and Alex had never been one to distinct between a lust for both the male and female form. Not only that, but he was kind to boot.

“What kinds of drinks do you have?” He looked up and about the room.

#mentisvolatus #The Painter (Da Vinci);

lemurmure:

Just harass her? She was the logical one of the red Jennys that had decided to aide the Inquisition. However, he was probably right. She hadn’t paid much mind to the arguing going on outside, but now that he had brought it to her attention, she did. “No, I am fine. I —” Her head was throbbing and her entire body was sore from the fall, but for the most part, she felt alright. Only occasionally did she feel as though she was being torn limb from limb on the inside. “You look far worse than I feel, no offense. Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do for you?”

“Just some rest, and I’ll be fine,” he looked like a literal example of the statement ‘dead tired’ as he sat there, looking more like the former. “They can’t get rid of me that easily, not yet.”

#lemurmure #The Other Jenny (Ariella);

arynladyofice:

And here came the question that would be difficult to reply, as she did not know the map of this world. Still, a honest answer, with certain details ommitted, should work. “I’m afraid you wouldn’t recognize the name. I’ve been travelling long enough that this place is… totally unknown to me.”

Try as she might, Aryn was a honest person, when the situation didn’t demand lies. She gave the man a sheepish smile, then something occured to her. “Ah-my name’s Aryn, by the way.”

“This place as in...?” The Inquisitor had heard rumors of a strange-headed woman who could travel between worlds, but he didn’t quite believe it, at least until now. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aryn. A beautiful name.”

#arynladyofice #Ice Dragon (Aryn);

the-lost-warden:

“I gave up the title of warden commander years ago, Inquisitor. i’m just a noble woman.” she gave a tiny giggle and her smile started to turn a little lopsided. “i know exactly what you are going through, it is quite a challenge, yes?”

“Mm,” he nods with a chuckle, “Some days I just want to tell Cassandra and the advisers to shove it, so I can go back to bed.” His eyes lock with hers again, “But, I wouldn’t make a very good Inquisitor then, now would I?”

#the-lost-warden #The Warden (Verrana);

lemurmure:

The mention of red lyrium set her teeth on edge. Her brother — the Templar, he was likely affected by it. She was sure of it. “Perhaps you should sleep.” They were both worn from the travel, from injuries, she just as much as he. “I can go and tell them to quiet down, if you’d like.” It would be much nicer than Sera would be, of course.

“No, no, they’d just harass you,” he sighs, “See, now that we’ve gotten the Inquisition off its arse, they’ve started to think their position in it means they occasionally get to order others around. If it gets that bad, I can always remind them that people are worn-out, and are trying to sleep.” He can’t help but notice something about her body--it seems like she’s still injured, but he can’t see where or how. “Are you certain you’re alright?”

#lemurmure #The Other Jenny (Ariella);

arynladyofice:

“Inquisition?” Aryn tilted her head, curious. If he had not talked about welcoming another mage, she would have worried it was similar to the Great Purge, but as it was she felt like it might not be a bad thing. However, she realized he had given this as explanation, as if she was supposed to know.

So, she gave a small smile. “I think I’ll take that offer. At least to your camp at first, although I’m always happy to help.” And she would find more informations once in the camp, but she would have to be careful.

Of course, if she needed to, she would also admit not being from around here. The whole truth was out of the question, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t tell what she could.

“Lovely,” Alex gave a grin, “So, where are you from? It’s strange to see someone so clad in light clothes out here in the desert.” Small talk, at first. Small talk was always good, right? Plus, it’d let Alex get a feel for this woman’s personality, at least a little bit.

#arynladyofice #Ice Dragon (Aryn);

the-lost-warden:

Golden eyes settled on the man before her, her chin tilted upwards just a little bit. her raven hair was loose and around one shoulder. to say her and morrigan greeted friendly was a understatement. her and morrigan had a mutual hate for one another, they just didn’t show it. Verrana was known for her hair trigger temper at times but it was simmered for now.

“Serah Inquisitor.” she replied evenly, Those golden eyes held his gaze with a playful gleam to them. “thank you for inviting me, although, i do not know why.” she gave a tiny chuckle and let her shoulders relax just a little from her guarded stance.

He returned the playful gaze, a smirk coming to his face as an eyebrow raised with it,

“Is there any reason I shouldn’t? Last I checked, you’re the only other person who knows what being in my position’s like.”

#the-lost-warden #The Warden (Verrana);

mentisvolatus:

“Thank you…” leo wasn’t sure if he should be thanking him just yet, but he had already agreed. the artist shook himself, standing aside to let the inquisitor take a look at his painting. a small smile touches his lips. at least his artwork is being praised. “Artistry is my speciality… I’ve– - May I?” truth be told, the anchor was something that held his attention, his curiosity. leonardo held his hand out for alex’s, a comforting smile on his lips as he did so.

“Ah, of course,” Alex gave a friendly smile, putting his hand in Leo’s. He could feel more than the muscles of a painter--he felt the callouses of dagger-hilts. Still, that was one of the reasons he had come to Leonardo, so he wasn’t too shocked.

The Anchor seemed to flow, the green energy shimmering just beneath Alex’s skin, whilst the frayed edges of the mark singed and simmered, almost. Alex elected to add, “Feels almost like m’hand is on fire, but not quite. It’s an odd feeling, to say nothin’ of unnervin’.”

#mentisvolatus #The Painter (Da Vinci);#awww cX

memesandthings

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

the-lost-warden:

A ball, why was she here? Verrana was not amused that she was supposed to be joining this. she was the warden commander yes but she hated that she had to dress for the occasion and go to skyhold for it. making her way into the main hall she fixed her blue and silver dress, earrings dangled from each ear and her wardens oath was around her neck. her scars showed over her shoulders and upper arms, some of her facial scars had been covered up with light makeup but nothing more. the woman fixed a small smile on her face and made some attempt to mingle with a few people.

@roghainn

The moment the two locked eyes, the Inquisitor knew exactly who this woman was. The facial scarring, the weight of the world on her shoulders, how Morrigan greeted her like an old friend, etc. They were given a bit of room as the distance between these two metaphorical titans lessened. Finally, they were but a few feet from one another, not even. With a deep breath, he held out a hand,

“Warden.” There was a glint in his eyes--he understood. What it was like to have all of Thedas count on you, to have everything seem to crumble around you, and for everyone to look to you for guidance. He expected her to reciprocate his word, signaling a likewise understanding. For a moment, he was uncertain.

#the-lost-warden #i.e. he's expecting her to go 'inquisitor' but it's up to you :3

lemurmure:

“That doesn’t surprise me. She is quite — destructive — at times.” While It may not have been the word she was looking for, it as one that fit the elven woman. Her thumbs traveled softly over the palm of his hand and then she finally looked up at him.

“I can’t imagine what you’re having to go through.”

Nor did she want to. Life was hard enough as it were, but to add in the additional stresses of having to close rifts and essentially Thedas itself? She was doing well enough to make it day to day anymore.

“I’m glad it doesn’t hurt too terribly.”

“Mmm,” he nods, “Not as much as all this fighting. I’ve been up for hours, and they’re still at it...” he’s still unnerved by this ‘Corypheus,’ “...Did you know he has an Archdemon on his side? It looked like one and moved like it, but instead of cursed fire, this one breathed...” a momentary pause, “...Red Lyrium.”

#lemurmure #The Other Jenny (Ariella);

sanctiissima:

“Why…. do you think he has some ill intention?” Did this southerner maybe know more than her? While Janna had joined Alexius’ men for her own safety (’tis still safer to travel in numbers, after all), she did not have insight into his plans. Up to now, she had not even considered the sheer possibility that anything about this might be suspicious.

“I don’t know…. it seems like coincidence to me. To me, it looks like a question of money, not other motives… or do you know something I don’t know?”

“Let’s just say I’ve got my suspicions that Alexius has found a way to use magic to fold time onto itself,” he growled, adding after a quick look-around, “On our entry, we encountered a new kind of rift--one that bent the fabric of time around itself, slowing some things down, speeding others up, et-cetera.” Alex leaned in, “And now, Lady Fiona invites us here in Orlais, but when we get here, she claims to have done no such thing?” He shakes his head, “No, this is either an experiment, a power-play, or both. Alexius isn’t stupid--he must have known we were coming.”

#sanctiissima

otwilightprincess-archive-blog

dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns , etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞ ❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞ ❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞ ❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞ ❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞ ❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞ ❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞ ❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞ ❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞ ❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞ ❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞ ❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞ ❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞ ❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞ ❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞ ❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞ ❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞ ❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞ ❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞ ❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞ ❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞ ❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞ ❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞ ❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞ ❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞ ❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞ ❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞ ❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞ ❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞ ❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞ ❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞ ❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞ ❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞ ❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞ ❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞ ❝ well, shit. ❞ ❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞ ❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞ ❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞ ❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞ ❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ ❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞ ❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞ ❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞ ❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞ ❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞ ❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞ ❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞ ❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞ ❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞ ❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ ❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞ ❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞ ❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞ ❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞ ❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞ ❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞ ❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞ ❝ did i stutter ? ❞ ❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞ ❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’? now would be the time to consider it. ❞ ❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞ ❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair. ❞ ❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞ ❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞ ❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞ ❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞ ❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞ ❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞ ❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger. ❞ ❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞ ❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞ ❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞ ❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞ ❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞ ❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞ ❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞ ❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞ ❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

lafaiette

Friendly reminder that:

Qunari are empowering Saarebas with lyrium so that they can become stronger, open temporary Rifts, slow time down, and use mysterious spells, all through unknown means.

Tevinter is terribly weakened, corrupted, and will not last in the war against the Qunari.

Fen’Harel, now incredibly powerful, is planning to eliminate the Qun (good thing), but also to tear down the Veil (not that good, depending on the consequences). He will probably help the Tevinter slaves in rebelling against their masters too.

Titans are awakening. They are enormous beings living deep underground, whose blood has been consumed for millennia by mages and Templars alike, shaping the world as it is today. They also seem able to influence events above ground and they are very angry with the world or at least with the elves. They will probably re-establish their contact/link with the dwarves.

Something is happening in Weisshaupt, the Wardens have gone silent, and a new Blight is most likely coming.

The Evanuris are still locked away, but it’s obvious they will get free soon. They are a bunch of homicidal assholes who will not think twice about conquering Thedas again. They might be also tainted by the Blight, if the theories “Evanuris locked away with the Blight in the Black City” are true.

If Kieran was born, Flemeth/Mythal took the Old God’s soul from him, planning to do something with it. We still don’t know what it is, but it’s unlikely she will stay “dead”. She still has to have her revenge, her “reckoning which will shake the very heavens”.

Either Morrigan or the Inquisitor drank from the Well of Sorrows and the consequences of that act are still unclear, but whatever they are, they are going to suck or at least be mildly disturbing.

Mysterious Dalish elves live in the Tirashan. They are violent, cruel, and worship the Forgotten Ones.

Strange people from the Volca Sea are returning after a long absence, claiming a terrible calamity struck their lands.

We still don’t know what lies beyond the Amaranthine Ocean, but whatever it is, it makes people go insane and suicidal.

Basically Thedas right now:

the-queen-of-thedas

Also Sandal is missing.

#o h #um #am I the only one who thought that Flemeth used the Old God soul to power Solas up?#there's no way he got that strong that fast on his own #and we saw him drain something from flemeth which killed her #sooooooo???#but oTHERWISE #yeah #Thedas is kinda #100% boned

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