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I really don’t have a favorite because all of you guys are just absolutely wonderful. So I’m just going to post one person so you guys can send this again if you want. Shink. Like seriously. SO FREAKING CREATIVE makes me seem like a potato. Every single thread we have ever had going has been like so detailed and different. Just like <3 SENPAI.

[anderfelsprincess]

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Send me a ✍ for what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

I hate it here. I hate everything about this castle and the man that I am married to. He hasn't spoken to me in over a week and it's been at least three days since the last time he even glanced in my direction. I spent my entire life hoping that when the time came for me to be married off, it would develop into a loving relationship but I am to the point of no longer wishing to try to make this work. Eamon told me to give him time, to allow him to mourn and I understand that the man needs time to grieve but there I was only graced with so much patience and I can feel it wearing thin. I am no longer happy. I no longer feel the need to pretend to be happy. My hope for this, whatever it was, is now completely lost and I feel so alone.

[anderfelsprincess]

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For every ♪ in my inbox I'll post a song I listen to for character inspiration.

Father by Ellie Goulding 

Paradise by Coldplay

No Light No Light by Florence + the Machine

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Viktoria lightly stepped down the path which led to the garden. She knew she would find him there. Despite the fact she had been urged not to disturb him, she had to; Viktoria needed to confront him about the way she was feeling. It emotions just seemed to continue to build up inside of her and she was so full she felt as though she might burst open at the seams. "Alistair." She called out in a determined tone, walking up beside him with a saddened expression. He did not acknowledge her, didn't look up or say a word but she knew that he was listening by the way he tensed up. It had been the same familiar greeting with him since the day she arrived in the castle. "You need to know how I am feeling. As my husband, you need to know so perhaps we can remedy this in some way." She drew in a deep breath and looked to the ground to try to gather her thoughts. "I want this to work. I came here to save my country and I had hoped to have a marriage that was different than my parents. I had hoped to at least have a friend to come to when I needed them, and perhaps someone who could love me despite everything. Perhaps it was foolish of me for thinking that this could be something more than an alliance." She shook her head and brought her gaze back to his face. The muscle in his jaw tightened as she spoke but she payed no mind and continued unloading her feelings onto him. "I want you to try. It's exhausting pretending that I don't care because I do -- I care much more than you know. You look at me as though you hate me and I know that you are grieving, I can't imagine how you must feel but I am here for you even if you just need to talk to someone. I am expecting little of you but if you cannot try . . ." She paused for a moment, drawing in another deep breath as she mustered the courage to speak. "I'm not sure how much time I can spend in a place where I am hated for not being the person you want." She could see his shoulders lift up from the deep breath he took in. Viktoria prepared herself for the worst, her heart could not be broken any more than it had been. She was no longer the soft, delicate princess she had been when she first came to the castle. "Please." She whispered, fighting back the tears. "Talk to me." His head lifted and his eyes fell upon her but she knew that there would be no conversation. He wouldn't try, he was too broken.

[anderfelsprincess]

It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all. The opposite of love is indifference, so pay attention now. I'm standing on your porch screaming out and I won't leave until you come downstairs.

[hawkearchive]

Keep On Walking [Hawke & Alistair]

"Hawke, let me see that." 

"It's just a scratch." 

"Let me--" 

"It's no-- get off me, Anders!" 

"Hawke!" 

As immediately as she had pulled her shoulders from his grasp, she bent double. Hands rose to cup her mouth as a hacking cough wrecked her lungs, her throat burning with an unfamiliar sensation and brows furrowing as she felt wet against her lips. Panting in an effort to regain control of her breath, she pulled away from her shaking hands, stomach immediately flipping to see the dark red that stained the leather of her gloves. The moment the mage noticed, he gripped her shoulders, forcing her to stay still as he intently looked her over. 

She had no fight left for him as she fought against nausea that threatened to take over entirely, gaze instead fixing on his eyes as she gave herself something to focus on. His expression as he noted pale skin paling further to a sickly grey, darkened veins becoming clear under its surface instilled no confidence in her however, and she pushed him away, stumbling off to the side with the force of her own push. He didn't approach as she forced herself to catch her balance and stand straight, but that wouldn't stop him speaking. 

"You're tainted, Hawke." 

The statement came with no small amount of sorrow and she scowled to hear the pity in his voice, but she had no argument. She could feel it in her veins, could feel the taint coursing through her blood and she simply nodded at him, tone defeated as she almost fell to step towards him. 

"What next?" 

"There are Grey Wardens nearby, I can sense them," he began as he finally walked over to her, ignoring her protests and how she insisted she could walk alone. An arm hooked beneath hers, encouraging her to lean. "We'll take you to them and hope for the best." 

Had her body mirrored the strength in her mind, she might have questioned further but it sagged in his grip, only supporting the notion that to seek the Grey Wardens was her only chance. In favour of life, she bit back any comments she might have afforded the idea, instead leaning heavily on his shoulder as they -- hastily as they were able -- followed his nose. 

[theirinliestheproblem-archived]

the hammer

(dog starts biting my mom, my mom lifts her fist in the air)

Mom: Jolly, I've got the hammer...

Me: Does he hate the hammer?

Mom: (without missing a beat) He hasn't met the hammer...yet.