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[h-awke-blog]

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((Story of my life. Why must this always happen))

I swear 2 the maker i am so effing fickle

[bastardwarden]

Alistair, I hate to reopen old wounds, but did you ever speak to Goldanna again?

"Er... No, not after that once. I mean, I don't like to run off too long on my own in case we need to go somewhere, right? Do you think it'd be worth it?"

[bastardwarden]

"Exactly how many drinks HAVE you had?"

"Oh, so many, Willem," Alistair groaned, head sunk between his knees. "So so many. Never drink more than you can count when you're drunk. And never... Willem. Willem, never cut your hair. You. Specifically. It's magnificent. Like... A unicorn..."

And down he went.

[howeveryclever]

Sherlock Holmes, Batman, Oliver Queen

// Lilou got Sherlock first but unfortunately not the other two! :c

1. Sherlock Holmes (revkathegreywarden)

2. (Detective partner to an orchid-fanatic armchair genius)

3. (Belgian detective famously played on television by David Suchet)

4. (Fictional policeman, with “Blackboard Monitor” among his many titles)

5. (Wizard detective – no love potions)

6. (Novelist who assists local detectives solve murders)

7. (Technical genius vigilante of a sort working with a ‘muscle’ partner in crime)

8. (Ex-con who joins the police force, though not to solve murders)

9.  (A mystery novelist who uses her creativity and quick thinking to solve real life murders)

10. (Thug boy who dies and is resurrected to solve crimes of the demonic sort) 

[mountainmage]

"You know... I've been thinking about studying shapeshifting."

"Laugh at it if you want but being a mountain goat would be very useful."

[bloodyqueenofferelden-blog]

Fade Trap

"Ma-ker Cur-se it..." Torania Cousland Theirin struggled to keep her eyes open "N-ot pass-ing out... Oh fade no..." The redheaded queen looked like she ought to have passed out awhile ago. She lay on her side, blood staining the ground next to her, some of it begining to dry. There were two arrows in her torso and a thin sheen of sweat covered her face. A lump decorated her head.

When she heard footfalls from outside the door to the cell she was trapped in she knew that she had at last started halucinating.

As far as Agata was concerned she was bound to serve one idiot. Perhaps two. The man beside her was just an accessory. No matter his relation to the idiot in question. And so it was she did not warn or ask the man before she simply blew the door to the cell off it's hinges.

[makersent]

{ u gh you big  n er ds //sweet hugs to all of you ;u;; }

[makersent]

   Leliana sat neatly perched on one of the old stone posts lining the staircase leading up from Redcliffe castle's courtyard, having dusted off the surface prior. It had been two days since their rescue of the village and its noble family, and the horror that had occured had had time to sink in enough for the bard to think on other matters.

   Not after long, the beams of sunlight climbed over the castle's walls, and Leliana brought up a hand to shield her eyes as the grand doors creaked behind her. Blinking out the brightness, she turned her gaze to meet the eldest Warden, a friendly but careful smile welcoming him.

          "Willem-- I have been thinking. 

                         Would you be willing to discuss a few things?"