#rageissms

[synthmama]

❝ Revenge is a best dish served fuck you. ❞

completely serious sentence starters || accepting.

“Eloquence isn’t your forte, I take it.”

[fulluponcrazy]

@ofshieldbash

There is a haze, the air stained green, and in the center of it Alistair can see Corypheus and a gaggle of Grey Wardens trying to end the world.

He explains, afterwards, in halting words that his failure to get the Wardens to listen is apparently twofold; that those he calls family would end the world for their own terror. His gaze is distant, though he stirs when Shepard puts a hand on his shoulder.

You cannot save them, Alistair, the Nightmare croons at just the wrong moment. You cannot stop them. Not then. Not now. They will tear themselves apart and leave behind nothing but wreckage. And you. Always you.

Alistair’s grip on his sword goes limp, the tip of the blade striking the ground. Cassandra closes her fingers around his before the sword can fall from his hand entirely. On his other side, Shepard loops one of her arms through his. Like some sort of clockwork toy, he jerks back into motion as they start walking. Letting them tow him for a moment, he shakes his head to get his bearings again and glances over his shoulder at Dorian, Sera, and Stroud.

“Come on.” He sounds almost like himself as he says it. “We need to keep moving.” He musters a smile. “After all, we wouldn’t want to miss whatever comes next.”

Shepard ruffles his hair before she lopes ahead, her boots splashing through the green ichor that goes up past their ankles. Cassandra disentangles their hands, but he catches her’s again at the last moment, giving her fingers a squeeze. Her smile is tired, but genuine, before he releases her hand and they keep moving.

He can fall apart later. He’ll have plenty of time to do so. Cassandra already has a corner dedicated to him falling to pieces (he should probably find that worrying, but mostly he finds it sort of comforting) and Shepard will know where to find him when she decides the best way to cheer him up is to let Bethany climb on him.

He can fall apart later. For now, they still need him in one piece.

[fulluponcrazy]

5, 6, 10

What’s something about your character that you’d like if you had to spend time with them?

already answered

What’s something about your character that you wouldn’t like if you had to spend time with them?

He likes to needle people and I don’t really appreciate being needled.

What’s the hardest thing for you to write?

Leadership. Convincing leadership, at any rate, because I have never really had to be a leader of anything. It’s why King Ali gets back-burnered a lot. And porn. Or at least that’s reasonably hard to do with Ali. I can manage it with my OCs a lot more easily???

[inquisitionlion-blog]

MOODBOARD RELATIONSHIP

Cullen Rutherford & Shepard Hawke

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[fulluponcrazy]

26. Offering their snack

Alistair accepts the apple that’s handed to him without a question (with a brief look on his face that could best be described as ‘ooh, food!’). He’s always hungry; he’s not going to question food. Still, he tugs his hunting knife out of its boot sheath and cuts the apple in two, handing half of it back to her, because while he was raised in a barn, he was not raised by wolves.

[fulluponcrazy]

"Do you have a name or can I call you mine?"

There’s a beat, and then a slow grin, and Alistair offers in a sing-song, “I’m telling Cullen~”

[inquisitionlion-blog]

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Crickets chirped and as Cullen gazed upon the clear, rift free sky he almost convinced himself that it was some far away crumbling to pieces instead of the earth beneath him. The rustling of her body made him refocus, his face soften and only want to wrap himself around her. With Bethany in the hands of their most trusted friends they could truly breathe and take a moment to be as they were. His hand found hers, a light tug signifying he wanted her closer. The moons lit the area around them, producing several sets of shadows that framed the two of them. Slow, lazy waves wandered up from to their bare feet to lick their ankles before retreating to the lake.

“What if we built a home here?”