#ofdirthamen

[ofdxlish]

[5/14/15 10:39:02 AM] ♚ нαηᴅѕᴏмᴇ Jαᴄк .: i just hate how there is no bODY CUSTOMIZATION [5/14/15 10:39:07 AM] colé: ugh yeah [5/14/15 10:39:12 AM] ♚ нαηᴅѕᴏмᴇ Jαᴄк .: IT'S LIKE MIHTRIEL'S TINY TWIG ALTER-EGO [5/14/15 10:39:28 AM] colé: mini mihtriel [5/14/15 10:39:41 AM] colé: minitriel [5/14/15 10:39:42 AM] ♚ нαηᴅѕᴏмᴇ Jαᴄк .: mini mihtriel [5/14/15 10:39:45 AM] ♚ нαηᴅѕᴏмᴇ Jαᴄк .: coming to a store near u [5/14/15 10:39:59 AM] ♚ нαηᴅѕᴏмᴇ Jαᴄк .: also comes in pocket size

[howprettyareyou]

giveaway winners

fxteweaver​ -  a messenger bag and a washbag/makeup bag

fadecloaked​ - a messenger bag.

ofdirthamen - a messenger bag.

stabbystabseeker - a washbag/makeup bag.

saaarebas - a small satchel

txlani - a small satchel

Okay guys! Please message me with ideas for the ‘theme’ of the thing/s you’ve won. I’m not going to be able to start until Sunday, so you have until then and we can plan stuff. If I don’t hear from you by Saturday, I’m reopening your slot.

Congratulations to the winners! I’ll take pictures of what I make and post them, and if you didn’t win you can always commission me (or wait until I hit like, 500 followers.)

[runawaydalish]

ofdirthamen

This place made him question his dedication to scouting alone.

Tavi could feel the weight of the air on him, heavy where it shouldn’t be, pushing down on him as he approached the entrance.  He didn’t consider himself sensitive to magic.  Perhaps it was just so thick here, so ancient that even he couldn’t ignore it.

An elven temple.  Deep in his gut he was glad that it was him and no shem or dwarf that was sent to scout here, to map out the way for the Inquisitor to follow.  Deeper in his gut he was terrified it was him.  An elf with no vallaslin, a runaway with no real clan to call his own anymore, poking around an ancient elven temple like he had the right to be here.

The entrance made him freeze.  He could hear movement inside, something to be worried about he didn’t doubt, so he hugged the wall, stayed to the shadows.  He wouldn’t have to go all the way through.  Just enough to get an idea.

With a short intake of air, he entered.

[bloodimagery-archive-blog]

Ace Visibility Day sketches Part 1

In which the Elvhen Pantheon are too cool to actually hold their cards

Sylaise - Solas for theharellan - Falon’din for falondiiin - Dirthamen for ofdirthamen

[sorrowedvigil]

/dirthvoice me for that vOICE THING ARE YOU HAPPY I SENT IT

send me a url and I’ll record my voice talking about it. | | accepting

maybe turn down your volume because it’s me literally just shouting at the screen. i’m not even kidding.

[theharellan]

( i love reading everything you write but your drabbles especially, and the thread you have with falondiiin destroys me )

If you read my RP's, anonymously send me which one is your favorite and tell me why.

thank you so much!! i have a lot of fun writing drabbles since i’ve always had problems writing longer fanfic

falondiiin​ is awful but sam is too good for this world. precious sunshine halla, too pure, too wonderful an rp partner for me. like she pushes me to write my very best and i’m gearing myself up to reply to our fight thread. it’s gonna be amazing, i hope it hurts

[cewyll]

♛ nervously?? sets my url down?? feel free to ignore tbh

my opinion on;

character in general: asshole elf god wtf ok no but dirthamen seems really interesting? he’s the secrets one right yes he is. someone like that is really interesting to me, especially wondering what the limits to that ability are. or what they do with it. does secrets count known knowledge as well because it’s a secret to somebody probably?? like idk it’s really trippy and i would love to converse for hours about it aaaa.how they play them: s EE THERES NO CANON GOD TO COMPARE IT TO but as far as im concerned, you play him wonderfully. he’s a really interesting concept that you do a great job with; not to mention that your writing in itself is great.the mun: w e do not talk unfortunately but i would love to change that hello?? yes you seem really cool, i wish i could put more here but we haven’t rly talked yet aaa :c ive always wanted to approach though i’m just way too scared and ahhhhh im a loser but you seem so cool omg

do i;

follow them: yesss.rp with them: nOT YET ??want to rp with them: oh my god yes ok ive actually been thinking about this because jaded or goddess liz would be really interesting interacting with him. especially jaded liz bc even though she’s omniscient, there’s a lot she’s hiding even from herself? she turns around and retains the knowledge about everyone she looks at by seeing every choice they can possibly make in every universe, but she never looks at herself. and the sad thing about it is that she’s human– her mind wasn’t made to retain that power but she doesnt thinka bout it because she’s so arrogant about her power. but dirthamen would know that, even though no one else does. and it would just be really cool idk im rambling sorryship their character with mine: IDK THEYVE NEVER INTERACTED also aren’t elves super elf-supremacist or w/e? didn’t stop fen’harel and liz but thats beside the point

what is my;

overall opinion: from afar, 10/10!!!!! 

[ofdxlish]

- -- - - --- { Chosen }

{ ofdirthamen }

She hadn’t been present.       Mihtriel really wishes she would’ve been there to witness the fight and resurrection. Stepping through the entrance, green eyes can’t help but wander in amazement. The apostate can’t believe what she’s seeing, what she’s doing - a hand moving to graze the wall. It’s hardly been touched, though it is still worn and aged with time.    The Lost Temple of Dirthamen. If only she could see. The past - what it might’ve looked like when there were elves here, or even the god’s sentinels like those who had pledged service to Mythal at the Well. Mihtriel felt kinship even though Abelas had claimed they were not of the same People. Thoughts bounce off the walls just like her boot steps along the stone floor, dipping her head to pass a statue and beneath an arch.     Light filters in - illuminating some of the motifs and the frescos on the walls.

She can’t help but just take a deep breath inwards - sitting down beneath the statue depicting the very god this temple was made for. Mihtriel crosses her legs, gently pulling her hood from her head as she closes her eyes to simply take it all in, relishing in the atmosphere.