#crusadeagainststupid

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@crusade-against-stupid​ asked: “ if you promise not to resort to violence, I’ll do whatever you want. ” || khaliya & lord jagged // meme.  [ACCEPTING]

“What, me? I haven’t a violent bone in my body.” The Avvar had warned about the mark branded into the crook of her palm. A beacon of light to all spirits, good or ill, within the Fade. Her dreams were once quiet and lonely. Now, now they are an endless thrum of souls wanting in, wanting to seek, wanting to find. This one, however, is just wry enough to carve his way past the usual defenses. It’s why she smiles. It’s why she’s cautious. “And if I have no want nor expectations of you? What shall you do then, my dear visitor?”

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@crusade-against-stupid tumblr wont let me tag u  uwu here a Samson

     “Inquisitor.”  The word was spoken with a hint of respect the would not grant any other person who decided they were worthy of respect just because. Because of coincidence? He doubted it was more than that. Still... Ivy was not some fine noblewoman who knew nothing but silk and honeyed wine. Someone who knew the bite of cold and the gnawing teeth of hunger deserved more respect than someone born in gold and silver. Slowly, Samson crossed his arms in front of his chest, and, for just a brief moment, he considered saying something, anything, and he dropped it altogether. 

   He was more than half a monster, there was nothing to be said, no point in looking for sympathy when he already received a sentence as close to mercy as someone like him could get without pitchforks being lit on fire.

    “Anything you need?”, he finally asked. Dagna was out on a trip, and would probably return during the evening. Some quiet in this awfully cold place, at least. Her cheerful voice, all too chirpy, gave him headaches most of the time. 

[whitefoxedarchives]

crusade-against-stupid replied to your post “I’m just gonna go off dash to cool down ”

His head is too big for his helmet. :P

It was rather upsetting to read. A friend said it was all taken out of context etc. I don’t know. Just on its own is quite tear-invoking

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    @crusade-against-stupid  // liked X

     ☩ // “I’ve seen what the Qun ‘nd Tal-Vashoth are like. What make ya any different?”

[nothingbut-heart]

“I think this calls for a story. It goes like this: Since the beginning of time, the gods liked messing everything up.” (Arioch)

"retelling greek myths” sentence starters 

“So far, not inaccurate.”

“Carry on.”

[cuervocanto]

I followed the minute I saw your promo; because Zevran with a sparkly glitter rose in his teeth is a must-have. But I think your portrayal is spot on.

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

//Thank you friend! I felt like my ultra serious promos weren’t properly capturing the shitpost culture of my blog. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Lil Fae Thief

Closed starter for @crusade-against-stupid

Her first thought at seeing the six foot five inch tall blond warrior had been of amazement, as compared to the supposedly eight year old human girl he was huge. Her second thought, was of interest as to where his coin purse could be as obviously someone that big had to have money be it by earning it or stealing it. Either way it was easier by far for him to earn it then for her, and she had to eat so stealing it was.

Slipping up quietly behind him in the marketplace, a pair of oversized pants and a matching top her only real clothing along with cloth wrapped around her feet it was obvious she was one more of a hundred other lost children. This one though had a light touch, and a quick pair of feet. Some whispered perhaps more then human quick, but then she also had a quick smile and was smart enough never to steal too much from those that lived close by so it was tolerated. For now.

Waiting for him to grab a quick sausage to go off of a food stand so he'd be distracted she moved up behind him taking out a dagger that looked oddly effective and expensive. A dagger she'd simply always had, a stiletto dagger, but had never been able to explain how she got it. Just as she'd never been able to explain the belt pouch she always had tucked away. One quick cut, a coin purse dropped into her hand, and a quick turn away as her legs started moving making her slip quickly through the crowd towards a collection of alleyways she knew like the back of her hand just in case the big man had felt and seen her.

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@crusade-against-stupid || some meme i forgot lol. “I don’t think anyone could have predicted this.”

“Not another word, Inquisitor.” It’s a voice that’s coarse, dragged over jagged rock and low in the throat; guttural and decidedly FINAL in its words. Skyhold, as the precious Inquisition so called it, had aged greatly over the years. Walls crumbling to ruin, and who better to fix it than some of the poor sods clapped in Andrastian irons? Who better to lose should the walls cave further -- like now -- than the disgraced commander of Corypheus’ Red Army? 

That the Inquisitor herself was caught in its midst, was merely poor happenstance. Eyes still rheumy and bloodied from the Red Lyrium; its song may be fading, but its strength still courses in his veins, slowly uncoiling away. “Not unless your little Mark is capable of getting you out of this mess, too.”