#thriveintheashes

[elissaromildecousland]

Pride and Wrath

Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about

Elissa is good with a blade and she knows it. In spite of Eleanor's disgust with her decision to pursue swordplay along with her brother, Elissa excelled at it and kept up with her lessons throughout her life. In college she was a highly ranked member of the fencing team. And her skills have only grown during her time as an assassin. There aren't many bladed (or blunt) weapons she cannot wield if push comes to shove.

Wrath: a headcanon about your character and their anger management

It is difficult to say how Elissa deals with anger, except to say that she handles it poorly. For the most part she doesn't know how to manage it, so she files it away until it refuses to be ignored. It is very likely that when things come to a head with the truth of her family's murders she will go completely off the rails.

[fereldan-commander]

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☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Duncan lives in a small apartment in a building next door to the Warden Outpost of Kirkwall.  It is the first residence he has claimed since he was very young, but it does not feel like home to him.  Despite arriving with very few possessions to begin with, his three lone boxes remained unpacked for four months after he moved into the space.

His apartment is clean and well-maintained enough, though is not luxurious in finishes.  The first room sports a small corner kitchen, boxy and uncomfortable sofa, tiny round table with a single chair, coffee table, book shelf empty television stand and an end table beneath a single window, all in matching caramel-colored wood of a style outdated by a decade.

The bathroom, accessible immediately to the left of the front door is surprisingly large in proportion to the other rooms, designed for handicap-accessibility with a spacious sit-down shower and support bars throughout, as well as a linen closet within reach of the toilet. The bedroom door is located directly beside the bathroom door, reveals a room only large enough for a bed and what things fit within the wide but shallow sliding closet, which is more than enough to house Wolfe's limited military wardrobe.

He doesn't spend much time there, save to eat, drink, sleep and medicate himself.

[merrillvaskirkwall-blog]

thriveintheashes:

It is easier on the rooftops, I have found. Otherwise my sense of direction is completely destroyed by all the streets and buildings… You can never get anywhere easily! It is maddening

I will have to try the rooftops.  Though, there is a high probability that I will fall off of said rooftops.  I was passable in the treetops, but those aren't precariously slanted downwards.  Are you sure you wish me attempting that?

[merrillvaskirkwall-blog]

Do you think that Kirkwall is more difficult to navigate than the Sundermount? Do you prefer rain or sun?

1. Kirkwall /is/ more difficult to navigate than Sundermount.  If I get turned around in the forests at least I will be able to find my way.  I will wander aimlessly around the city uncertain which direction to head or what street to turn on simply because every sign marker has been taken.  I'm lucky I ever make it anywhere when I go to the city.

2. "Until recently I preferred the rain, now..." she stared off towards the horizon as if reliving a tragic moment.  "I do not prefer either."

[merrillvaskirkwall-blog]

Does Merrill still think of herself as a First and therefore, someday, a potential Keeper to a clan? If not, how does she think of herself? Do you find Merrill's outlook on life to be inspiring or foolish in some ways? Or both?

Merrill still very much considers herself a First, but I don’t know if she has any allusion of becoming a leader of a clan again.  She definitely wants to pass on the knowledge to people and cultures, but I think she’s going to go about it by talking with other people, and eventually she’s going to do something far worse by committing her knowledge to computer where many people can access the knowledge and tradition.  Something that most clans would forbid simply because they don’t want others that are not Dalish to know of the traditions and culture.  But, seeing as Merrill is exiled, it will seem the best way to get her knowledge out to as many people as she can tell.  The knowledge of the Elgarlin, however, will probably die with her.  She will not want that knowledge to be widespread or people attempting to create their own version of that magic.

Merrill tends to be a little oblivious and very innocent in many ways.  That tends to drive me up the walls, but it reminds me of a younger version of myself.  Instead of being sheltered from it by many people willing to protect that innocence, I was pushed out of my nest and forced to fly and face the world.  Merrill is starting to see a little bit of that as she continues to be pushed out of places she is trying to make a new ‘home’ from.  I’ve pictured a dark, hardened Merrill before, and she would be very fun to play, but I think in that version of herself she is really against everyone, and I hope that she is never pushed that far.

She can be very inspiring though.  Her hope and faith is amazing.  When she needs something done, she doesn’t hesitate to look for the means to achieve what she wants.  She also latched onto music which is something I’ve loved for a long while and have not really had an outlet for in quite some time.  So, yet another inspiring thing she does.

So to answer your question, both.  But, I am afraid that one day her foolish optimism is going to get her into a lot of trouble and harden her.  It happens to everyone, and I don’t think anyone can stop it from happening to her, but I think it can be lessened and not have as much impact as it might have.

[fereldan-commander]

thriveintheashes replied to your post:Deep insightful question time... What are your favorite colors? Both mun and muse please. Okay, more seriously though, what do you think of the relationships Duncan has with the people around him? Do you approve or disapprove of some of the choices he's making? What do you wish Duncan would change/do more often?

[SADNESS ABOUNDS. Really though, he and Keita should go to like an Ostagar support group. And be forced to do actually living things more/ever.]

[OMG YES PLEASE CAN THEY ACTUALLY?  Okay like maybe not an Ostagar support group BUT DO REAL LIVING PEOPLE THINGS SOMEHOW?]

[antivanstormcrow]

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Keita - Dalish - (Grey Warden?)

Ringtone: ^___^

[hammered-time]

15

Our muses are cadets in Star Fleet academy, they’re new roommates and don’t get along at all.

Gamlen’s roommate was a Dalish-pedigreed knife ear. She was also very, very hot. He smirked lewdly at her and was given a revolted sneer in response.

"Clearly there has been a mistake," she quipped. "I am fairly certain that the rooms here are segregated by sex, if nothing else."

"I’d be happy to segregate your legs by sex," he said, and her eyelids dropped a fraction, orbs traveling the length of him.

"I doubt it," she announced as the result of her inspection. She disappeared around the corner, using the comm to notify the registration and housing office that there had been a mix-up. By the time she’d returned Gamlen had stretched back, folding his hands beneath his head.

"Do not get comfortable. You will be leaving." Her words were curt and left no room for argument.

He shrugged, watching her begin to put her things away. “I’m pretty sure there aren’t any Dalish clans floating around in space,” he said.

A sneer slid onto her lips as she silently slipped a shirt onto its hanger. Five seconds later, she asked, “Aren’t you a little old for a recruit?” without sparing another look his way.

"Family’s gone." He shrugged with enough force to pop his back. The sensation drew a thick and appreciative purr from his throat, the likes of which visibly nauseated his roommate. "My galaxy needs me."

She snorted. “By the smell of you, I’m guessing you enlisted as an expert in what not to do for one’s personal health.”

"Xenolinguistics, actually," he drawled.

She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him, clearly uncertain whether to believe him or not.

"Do you know what that means?" he asked.

"Of course I—"

"It means I can do fascinating, skilled and alien things with my tongue."

He didn’t need to see her eyes to know they were rolling.

"Care for a demonstration?"

"No," she said flatly, and proceeded to stand and grab his bag, throwing it out into the hall before continuing to unpack.