#serthaniel

[martyriium-archive-blog]

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Attack on Titan Sentence meme - accepting!!

Haven was always busy,  now that the Inquisition has been founded and started gathering influence. However, the weariness always lingered in his bones, and the lines on his face had deepened even further. Still, Samson poured each of his free minutes into taking care of the people- be it help for the wounded, supervision of the recruits in training.... He was buzzing with life as he depleted all of his energy, to drown out the fear of a responsibility too heavy for him to shoulder. Another day of watching the recruits, giving hints to some of those who could barely hold a sword, and words of praise to those who seemed to have some natural talent. The Herald stopped in front of one of the young soldiers who wielded his blade with the precision of someone who must have had training.

“Who taught you to fight?”, he inquired, stopping by the side of the blond man. It did not matter. A quick glance to a group of young men who had more trouble with handling their weapons. “Your movements are very good. See those guys over there? Practice a bit with them, Maker knows a lesson or two might save their lives one day.” 

[princeand-thepauper]

Beneficiary

@serthaniel​

Sandoval had been very specific in his request. His recent deal with the Inquisition put him in the spotlight with the rest of the Orlesian Court, right where he wanted to be. Everyone is talking about him, about how willingly and openly he supported the Inquisition. An expert at dabbling in taboo, Sandoval knew his next move before he even had the tools for it.

He would sponsor one random Inquisition soldier directly, hand picked by him. Make it seem as though he’s more invested than the outcome of the Inquisition than he truly is. A move in favor of the Inquisition while expending as little effort as possible. He’d received the roster from Cullen and spent a day poring through it, dictating letters, collecting information, and whittling down the numbers to find the one perfect soldier to sponsor.

When he scanned over a name he swore sounded familiar, he sent out a letter to Ferelden. One short conversation via comm-crystal and it was confirmed. The secret bastard son of a northern Ferelden noble was working as a soldier for the Inquisition, and nobody around him had a clue. The perfect information for Sandoval to keep under lock and key until the right moment, when he would blow the whole thing wide open and reap the rewards of the scandal. 

Called to Orlais on behest of Generalissimo A.C. Sandoval, whispers floated through the Inquisition about where the soldier could be headed on his own and why. Sandoval could not stop pacing all morning until he finally was given news that the Inquisition soldier had arrived, and he put on his mask of cool indifference as he perched himself upon his steed, to meet the soldier on the hilltop overlooking his personal estate. Mounted high atop the back of the golden and black dracolisk, he watches down the line of his nose as he’s approached by the soldier, surrounded on all sides by Sandoval’s security team.

“Away,” he waves a hand dismissively to his security, and then salute him with a hand to their hearts before falling back to create a perimeter around the pair. “Ser Thaniel, I presume,” he casts a glance down his shoulder at the young man.

[mcntiroso-blog]

Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.

An ear flicks- lipsupturned in a sly smirk.“You been starin’ at itthis entire time?”

[martyriium-archive-blog]

Tell me about your first love? What made your knees buckle when you saw them?

Maker, that’s long ago. Her name was Alice, and she was one of the chantry sisters in Tantervale, when I was still a recruit. The only thing I truly remember about her... her face, when she laughs. Her eyes shone, and she had the cutest freckles and dimples you could see very clearly when she smiled, or when you told her a good joke. Such a warmth, she was.... Of course, we were both very young, and she was a Sister, I was a templar recruit, and we never became more than friends. But I think that was the first time I was in love, when I always thought about Alice with the freckles and the dimples. 

[helpforwherethehurtis]

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Unpopular opinion:

Why must people have tiny text themes with all their pages like ‘About’ and ‘Rules’ hidden?I don’t mind tying in /about or /rules (Or even for pages, honestly) but when they’re hidden AND put under some weird url extension so I can’t find them at all?? I need those, guys

[wildmageling-archived]

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Unpopular opinion meme ~ Accepting

Tevene’s slavery is based on Roman’s slavery, NOT on American (USA) slavery.

The end. There are a lot of reasons why this is so, not least the one we know that a Tevene can become a slave (for example, Krem’s father) because of debts which is exactly what happened during Roman times when a Roman couldn’t pay their debts, but never never never happened in the USA.

Yep unpopular but here it is.

[damnshems]

“You’re not being helpful.”

“And you are? Oh wait, shems are never helpful. And you are just standing there, taking up all the useful space with your... your sheminess!”

She scowled at him as if his very presence offended her before suddenly, she started to squint at him. 

“Why are you such a funny looking shem?” She demanded, poking him in the chest with a pointy nail repeatedly, getting more forceful with each poke.

[ofswordsandpuppies-blog]

A new day

It was a glorious day, indeed Cullen would not have thought it would be this good considering the amount of ale he had downed last night. He was usually near immune from the peer-pressure from his soldiers but last night he had desperately wanted to feel like a soldier, not the commander he was. 

The commander walked up to the sparring area in Skyhold’s courtyard and inhaled the fresh mountain air. It seems the rest of his drinking companions had not yet made it out of bed, Cullen snickered pleased at this notions, the old lion could still  show the young cubs a thing or two about liquor management. The thought cheered him for but a few seconds, until he remembered those men were probably already at their posts up at the battlement. Cullen squinted and indeed, the outlines of the patrolling soldiers up on the walls were all there.

“Old fool” Cullen grunted while he took of his shirt, grabbing a sparring sword. He would have to take out his frustration on the training dummy. He went at it, working up some heat into his limb, getting himself ready for the coming day.