#don't hate me.

[tanktopdiaz]

honestly can I be vulnerable? i don't like bucks house all that much either

[fademarked]

     Her path arcs up and down the Frostback Mountains. At the crest of an incline, she buries her boots in snow. At the valley, mud turns them brown again. She alternates between finding herself stifled beneath one too many layers of clothing and begging for one shirt more. The tide of weather is familiar, though. Almost comforting. She is a pilgrim on a well worn path, and it is muscle memory that navigates her across the border of nations.

     That is, perhaps, why she doesn't notice her deviation from Gherlen’s Pass until her gaze slides over rising parapets. She expects mountaintops, jutting like crown tips from beneath the earth. She expects hawks circling the sun at midday, bears sticky with the juice of autumn fruits, wolves lazy at the mouths of caves. But a fortress, creature made and preserved against the growing chill?

     She's taken a wrong turn somewhere. But that's unlike her — Her feet are better than any compass. They find trails before recollection thinks to speak. Surana buries fists in the pockets of her tunic and commits to turning back, perhaps trying again, when footfalls catch her by the collar.

     She stiffens, breath held. Two legs. Steady gait. The weight behind them suggests Human. Perhaps Elven. Quiet, she tells her heart as it thrums in her ears. Blood obscures the count, but she guesses four people as five clear a small cluster of trees.

     “Oi!” One calls, hand waving, body folding into a jog to close the distance between them. “Headed to Skyhold, too, eh? My mates and I have been traveling a good long while to get here — But what a sight, am I right? —, ” he turns to flash a thumbs up to the closest of his companions. A dimple forms in his left cheek, and, for a second, it reminds Surana of someone. The breath caught in her throat loosens. “Ain't it a beaut, Halden?”

     “Ask me after I've eaten. Everything's looking a bit like food to me right now. About three hours back, I would've sworn George was a fine roast boar. ”

     “He certainly smells like a boar!” Someone pipes up from the back. If he had any further additions, they were silenced by a well placed elbow.

     “Ya don't see me complaining about the stench wafting from all y'all,” says the owner of the aforementioned elbow. George, probably.

     Useless information. Surana makes note to discard it all when they leave her presence.

     The man who spoke initially returns his attention to her, face still split by the smile, hands fixing back wayward strands of flaxen hair. “Seems like everyone's hoping to hook up with the Inquisition these days, huh? Nearly everyone we'd run into talked about it. ‘I want to be part of history’ ‘n all that. Can't say I've got such high aims. Just think it'd be nice to do something useful.”

     Idly, Surana wonders when he'll stop talking. He doesn't seem to notice her silence, at least, not until her gaze shifts from him and from Skyhold back toward the trail down. “Oh, shite. My bad. I've been running my mouth this whole time. I'm Collin. Collin Fischer. From Denerim. And these are my boys — ”

     Maybe he won't stop. Maybe he'll keep her drowned in conversation until the tide of his enthusiasm carries her to the front door of the Inquisition. And maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Something drew her to the frantic energy of a good cause.

     Gossip? Hardly. She keeps a finger on the pulse of the world, but only thinly. Enough to stay out of harm's way. Purpose, then? Uncertain. It's communication with her is vague at best. Which isn't a criticism she can consciously aim at another when her own lacks so thoroughly.

     It could've been a dream, she supposes, dismissed as useless information that managed to bury itself in the marrow of her bones anyway.

     “ — And, uh, your name? What brings you to Skyhold?”

     “I don't know.” 

[officerlelandcoyle]

I feel terrible for the people viewing my blog during these times . I'm sorry.

[jellyfishstargazer]

I'm probably one of the only ones but I actually really don't fancy buddie going canon right now (maybe ever?) .

I feel like it would be a bit like "oh hey we killed off a fan favourite but here have the ship you've been after for years..."

We know people are pissed, naturally, and some people have stopped watching (personally I'm not sure where I stand right now) so I just feel like they'd do it just to bring ratings/viewership back?!?

(I've always been on the fence with buddie but always happy for it to happen. Just. Not like this.)

[luke-patterson-owns-my-soul]

I’m so blocked on reader fics it’s killing me. I have 3 started and I hate them all. Writing them feels like wading through molasses and just urgh.

I’m going to concentrate on my AO£ stuff for now as I know where those are going, and when inspiration strikes me, I’ll write for this blog.

I hope people who’ve sent in requests are ok with that.

[takesuhigher]

the other day i was thinking of a dream i had last year. i had to find my daughter and i was taken to a room and told to choose a door. two doors in the corner open into a closet. i can't go back into the closet. there's a door on the other side of the room that leads into a bathroom. i already took a look in there. it's basically a glorified closet. the door in front of me leads in two directions. i could go right, into the light, or left, into the darkness. i went right at one point and it was the worst mistake of my life. so i tried left and it was so dark; so hard to see and nothing ever changes. so, i was thinking, what other options do i have? i could stay in the room, watching tv and eating frozen dinners, hoping something will eventually change, but knowing it never will. i could try and go up through the ceiling or down through the floor, but i'd just end up in another room, with the same dilemma. i kept thinking about the hallway that only goes left and right. i HAVE to leave this room, and i contemplated going right again, i really did because even though it was the worst thing i ever did, i couldn't think of any other way out of the room. i hated that feeling. and then i remembered the other doorway, the one i entered the room through. there was no door though. i can't leave the way i came because going backwards isn't possible... ...and that's when it occurred to me. i can't go backwards, but i can go forwards... through a wall. there were five scenarios i figured could happen when i confronted that wall. the first option would've been ideal. i would've been so happy, but that kind of thing just doesn't happen to me. i knew it was a long shot. the fifth option simply wasn't an option. i'm going through this fucking wall. the fourth possibility was a scary notion. i didn't want to be yelled at. i don't want him to hate me. turns out it was a combination of two and three. i feel bad, but i didn't know what else to do. i had to leave and find my kid. what does that mean, my kid? my daughter... it sucks still not having something concrete and i really crossed a line, but i gotta get back to my mission now.

[camilleflyingrotten]

#softbasicchickens headcanons Adam came to Orc, working on an article about the Thanatos family .... and Elias kind of liked him.

[gotmeolk]

HD Flood coming your way in 3...2....