#wardencommander-amell

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in two weeks i will be watching the new star wars movie :o :o

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@wardencommander-amell​: ... fereldan but there’s lion symbolgy - me: ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CULLEN

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wardencommander-amell replied to your post:Fucking it I’m gonna make my own purple lipstick...

Its really easy! crayola and coconut oil!

I’ve got the how-to saved. I’m gonna make some tomorrow if I can!

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@wardencommander-amell replied to your post“Those OCs who somehow have time to be amazing at a bit of all three...”

I suppose that depends on how their life went. Like if training was basically all you ever did and you devoted yourself to nonstop practice of these skills mastery would make sense, tho irl it would be at the expense of other skills like social ones.

Yeah, but across multiple classes? Like a circle mage who’s also good with a sword? I’m not saying that they couldn’t learn how to pick a basic lock, but them also being proficient with daggers or a sword? How? 

I know, like you said, it’d be at the expense of other skills, but if I’m honest I’m on about a specific OC who I’m not naming and their background wouldn’t allow them time or situation to learn plenty from everything. 

And being more non-specific, I still don’t really buy much past learning how to jimmy a lock open. We can’t be good at everything. 

I think I’d prefer it if they were more mediocre at things, but the ones I see always seem to be proficient masters at everything. Jack of all trades, master of none. That’s what I’d prefer. After all, if you’re gonna spread your talents so wide, where are you gonna find the time to learn and maintain them all to the point of mastery? 

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yessss I just preordered tickets to see star wars on dec 17 B)

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wardencommander-amell answered your question “Hello friends, I have a little down time. Any of you have some quick...”

Yo write your and Bene's Lavellan's as drift partners for the first time.

Cait you’re the sweetest peach and I love you. And I don’t think it will come as any surprise that Bene and I have actually talked about what their first Drift would be like. (Definitely sneaking off to link, but not while hooked up to the Clan Jaeger because they’re headstrong and reckless but not entirely idiotic.)

Thick burlap fabric and filtered sunlight. A makeshift cot and an IV drip attached to the main post of the tent. Separated from the Aravels, quiet, lonely, distant. Sickness in the air like smoke or fog. She is crouched low by his side, tiny face pressed against his coarse and calloused hands. She is so young, cheeks not yet inked by the marks of Mythal—decorated with tears instead. There is so much confusion, so much fear. Ar lath ma, tel’gilas! A plea made in vain. She is helpless, so desperate, young hands clinging so tightly as if they can keep him from the Beyond. Dareth shiral, da’len he says, and draws his last breath before embarking on a journey of his own.

“Ellinara!” Vanara is screaming at her friend, but her words cannot reach her through the muted veil of the Drift. Ellinara can dimly feel Vanara’s panic and determination, but it is an afterthought in the back of her mind. “Ellinara focus! Lethallan! We must—” Ellinara blinks, looks up, makes eye contact with Vanara for a split second, and then the scene lurches.

Shouting. Voices scream through the air alongside the clash of steel. She crouches in the underbrush, vision blurred by tears. Her hands grip the branches in front of her, small hands white-knuckled as she watches the fighting from her hiding spot. She is too small, too weak to help. Her brother wages war a short ways off, trying desperately to keep the slavers from finding his baby sister. The sharp metallic tang of blood fills her mouth and nose as she bites her lip to keep from screaming when a shield strikes his temple and he collapses. The rage is potent, but the fear is paralyzing. There is nothing to be done. Nothing to be done. Hide da’len! Hide and do not come out for anything! I won’t let them find you! He had promised they wouldn’t find her. And they didn’t. But they took him instead.

“Vanara!” it was Ellinara’s turn to reach out for her companion, hands grasping her shoulders to shake them. “It’s the Drift! It’s just the Drift! We have to leave! We have to—“

Daylight. Simultaneously Ellinara and Vanara wake, sitting bolt upright and panting with exertion. For a few long minutes they sit and they shake and they draw ragged breaths. It is a long while before their hearts slow to a normal pace. It is longer still before they have the courage to look one another in the eye. They had gotten lost so quickly in the Drift, neither of them had quite anticipated the strength of its pull.

Vanara jumps when Ellinara’s hands brush against her skin to remove the needle from the crook of her arm. She casts a dazed look over the ancient machine that sits between them. It is a small innocuous thing, held together by ingenuity and magic, and tethered to the both of them via two thin cords and needles. The technology and spellwork required to establish a Drift is Elvhen in origin, but equally dangerous and unforgiving to everyone—perhaps especially so toward young foolish Firsts dreaming of one day piloting a Jaeger.

“That was—“

“—stupid—“

“—so stupid. We should—“

“—have definitely known better, and—“

“—we can never tell the Keeper.” Ellinara and Vanara exchanged a fearful and startled glances, neither of them feeling exactly whole. Yet both of them felt something… more. In a single, sudden heartbeat the fear and apprehension of the experience passed. Exhilarated and hopeful grins broke on their faces like suns over the horizon. No matter how desperate, how fearful they had been in those memories, there had been a few seconds inbetween of—something. In the instant before waking up, they had been a team. A single united force breaking away from the Drift. Together they had been something… amazing. The sum of their strengths, their enthusiasm, their desires.

“We’re doing that again, right?” Vanara asked, bright eyed and eager.

“Creators, yes.”

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@wardencommander-amell replied to your photoset “i cant decide which hair color i like more ?”

The red is nice, but Im diggin the brown!

ugh man they just both look too good

i made her too pretty and thus too powerful

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wardencommander-amell replied to your post:maebyrutherford replied to your post:Just in case...

*smooshes ur pink cheeks*

NOOooooOOOooooooo *pouts*