Death comes to feast, a greedy hungry beast.

"Do NOT judge me. Ethics and MORALITY no longer exist in our world. It's a luxury of the past, afforded only to those who had a FUTURE.”

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Sorry I kinda left this blog. And all my blogs tbh. I wasn't feeling it? and I dont know when I will feel up to playing sehren again? I unno. my b

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“You should seduce the boat!”

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    A brow raises as she looks to the Marquis. Goldenhues admitting the confusion more so than the rest of her features.Of course, she can blame it on alcohol consumption. Most likely. Thebubbly feeling in her fingers a tell of how much they've had. Heelsclacking against the wood of the dock, the noble stepped towards theclosest boat. Which is actually a large ship, a trade ship by thelooks of it. The water rocking it softly, only the soft glow of themoon outlining it's large mast.

   “It's a rather largeboat, dear. I think she's far too out of my league, honestly,” thewords slur slightly as she looks between the ship and the Marquis,“You should seducethe boat, dear.”

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“EXCUSE YOU, I AM A HOT FAIRY.”

“I’ll kick a tree’s ass.”

“You should seduce the boat!”

“I killed a man today. In space. On a dragon. With a shovel.”

“Can I have flaming pistols?”

“No, you may not make a human centipede out of your army of 50 children.”

“Can I pay them money not to come near me?”

“I’m pretty sure fish don’t accept money.”

“I don’t know what we need to bleed on.”

“Let’s bleed on everything, just to be safe.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say we’re not going to solve this problem by bleeding on it.”

“Your ass is not a weapon you are proficient with.”

“That is the only dwarf ass I’m going to draw for you today.”

“Oh shit, I forgot the princess.”

“Did you just pull a gun out of your hair?”

“Who just carries spiders around in their pockets?!”

“He fought like he lived… Full of spears.”

“Ok, so there’s a lot of teeth in this water.”

“I’m not sure how to split a throne evenly. We all have a sitting schedule?”

“How many noses are going into this chicken?”

“We just turned a ritualistic orphan sacrifice chamber into a nightclub.”

“You started a cult!?”

“We need to give this guy a proper burial. After we loot his body. And take his teeth.”

“Yeah, he’s a ghost now. But I can punch ghosts, so it’s fine.”

“Have you ever seen a dragon choke on one hundred and thirty five orphans? Because you’re about to.”

“I can be responsible for my own severed leg, thank you.”

“Look, if I’m going to be a part of this Badger Cult, I expect career options!”

“I can’t believe you just pre-battle blazed it.”

“You lose the moral high ground after the second murder.”

 “I am literally dying for your sins right now! Do not fuck this up for me!”

“Summon the monkeys! They will be relevant!”

“What happens if you die in Hell?” “Double Hell.”

“Long term goal: we put your corpse on the airship.”

“Does it still count as ‘evil’ if I feel really bad about it?”

“Everyone is ambidextrous until proven otherwise.”

“You blew up the sun!”

“Hold my record player, I’m going in.”

“I have never tried to stab you in a combat situation!”

“Want to use my knife? It’s only been used for our own ritual blood-letting.”

“I’m not sure we can even beat a log right now. We must negotiate with it.”

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 Meet me in the fuckin pit kids

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“Business I can suffer and choke down––for the sake of the efforts.” The latter words tipped up in unlikely sweetness, the saccharine tune of it rotten and hollow as Teller lifted glass in mimicry to the empty room at large. For the sake of business, the Marcher had endured worse than talk. He had the marks of it covering his form, had bits of it surfacing in the black of his sleep––talk he could handle just fine. He may not speak in the manner that ought to be reasonable and decent, but his favor was a wriggling thing that was hard won. It was an uphill battle no matter the source of it, and for the Inquisitor? This woman? He had no intentions of letting his favor scale any bit of that slope. Personal reasoning, he may have bared his teeth if his lips weren’t preoccupied with the rim of that bottle.

Even with just wine, he was happy with settling in some barbarism in the fact of one so poised and composed.

“Y'keen on knowin’ all yer Agents? Lemme start off by sayin’ we may get along a fuckin’ sliver better if y'drop tha’ fuckin Mister.” He snorted, some twitch of displeasure hiking one side of his mouth up into a sneer as he diverted his attention away. “So help, yeah? Tell me plainly what you mean, y'don’t mean help as in extending out a hand to grasp onto, y'mean it in the sense of what I may produce from my efforts, yeah? Gold or influence? That sorts? Bein’ plain and askin’ precisely what you mean will work far better than anything else, miss Herald.”

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    Head tilting, golden eyes watch the man. Looking at him with more and more intrigue. A creature that looked half backed into a corner by a blade. Words all but flaring off as the growls of it. A dog growling, and snapping at a hand that means little harm, she thinks. Of course, instead of a hand it's possible he sees the snake that she is. Slithering, and coiling about the stones of this place. Coiling to choke out those that oppose her. Yet, he has little to fear in that regard. Surely if he annoys her, she will simply drop her jaw and swallow him whole. A threat that means little all this growling. A threat that amuses the snake.

    Tossing a look to an empty seat, the Inquisitor promptly filled it. Leaning it back, she propped her feet up on the table. Perhaps something out of character, but she would prefer it if this were casual. “You prefer just Teller. And I prefer Lady Herald, if we are to add another title to a title,” she states coolly, golden hues still piercing at him. Watching, always careful of his expressions. But, the thought over his words earns a laugh. Honest and loud. Amused. Waving her hand, almost dismissively.

      “Of course, of course,” A darkened look takes her eyes, as if molten gold has settled into it's mold. “You wish to know what I want, what I mean; It's simple. Of course, you understand it. I want to know your personal value, the value of what you can give me. I want to know if it means a fuckin' thing to me, or my organization. And if it does, then we have some damn business. If not—“ There's a pause as her face cracks with a grin, one to match the dark gold, “Well, I'll let you ponder that on your own.” A small silence falls as she sighs softly. There is an enemy to be feared within the Inquisition, and it's eyes are lingering on the redhead. As if watching prey, she knows he can run, hide, or even fight her. But he's too smart for that. Too cunning to know that she's got fangs of silver with a tongue to match. All pointing right at him. “What I mean is what I mean. I want to know if you're worth a tit, or if you're going to be a waste. I want to know if I yell help, you can help. Whether you wish to or not. And in return, I want to know if I will be able to help you. And how I can help you. Connections, money, or my title. What have you. You want to help the people, I want to help you & want you to help me. Help me, I help you.” She shrugs, letting the chair rock a little. A peculiar glow balancing it perfectly for her. “So, tell me about you, Teller. And do not fuck around about it. Be honest, brutally so.”

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He had heard someone approach, the crunch of snow beneath their feet announcing them and Atreus didn’t look up from his book but it was pretty obvious that he was on his guard based upon how his cane came to rest across his body almost like a shield.

“By all means, lass.” Atreus finally replied, tearing grey hues from the journal he was writing it. It closed with a resounding snap once Atreus was sure the ink was dry and he set it down beside him.

“They can manage with out me.” A pause, tongue coming out to moisten dry, cold cracked lips. “They don’t relax when they have a superior around. I thought it best to give them some space and let them catch a breather.” he shrugged lightly, popping the cork back on the ink bottle he’d been using before that too was set down beside him.

“Ah prefer my solitude anyway, so it’s a win win for us all.” Words were curt, clipped, but spoken in a tone which—mostly—conveyed respect. However that respect was tinged with the wariness that came with being a Templar and an old soldier. He was following this Herald but he’d yet to determine if their merit was worth pledging his blade to.

Only time will tell.

“How are you holding up?”

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    A soft smile curled on bare lips as she took careful measures to kneel next to the fire. The flames danced in gold irises as she watched it. Cold eating at her bones made it tempting to make it burn brighter, but in the presence of Templar – Not the wisest idea. Even if she trusted them far more than other mages.

    “As they should have. They fought well, and have been through much.. When we get to Skyhold— They can rest at ease. At least for a while, I hope,” she stated with a sigh, voice still carrying her care for the people. Turning her head towards the Knight-Commander, eyes looking over him. But, mainly to the journal and ink well. “We all deserve to rest after what has befallen us, no?”

    Brows furrow at his words, and the way they're spoken. Yet, she can understand. The Herald may have chosen the Templars, but she was still a mage – And not a circle mage, either. The golden markings trailing along the angles of her face, and the sharp point to her ears, screamed Dalish. And that was something people distrusted on its own. A mage as well? It made most uneasy around her, she noticed. Though, she cannot blame them as she, too, finds herself uneasy around other mages.

    She manages a soft laugh, turning her attention to her left hand. “Would you believe me if I told you that a mountain falling on me is not the worst pain I have suffered?” Flexing her hand, she looks at the faint glow. “Aching, and sore. Cold. Southern Thedas is far too cold for my tastes.” She huffs, watching her breath leave her.

               “And you, Knight-Commander?”

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I am sorry for my absence lately, and for my unfortunate absence for the next week or so. I'll be taking the week off to deal with some serious emotional shit. And other shit. So yeah. I'll be around. If you wanna see updates of drawings of Sehren I'll probably post them on my personal and ye.

See you guys later.

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#DONT GIMME THAT GRUMPY FA CE

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Sudden wave of depression. A wesome. Probably not gonna be on much I unno. Gonna try to play DAI or skyrim tomorrow tbh. Cause I need to not??? think so. Y e ah.

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IMPORTANT!

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hxxkxd:

esthardesperado:

I have a massive favor to ask all of you. Please take just two minutes out of your busy days to do this. I’m asking for honesty, and for your empathy.

If you have ever, in your entire roleplaying career, been intimidated to go up to someone to ask for a roleplay, please like or reblog this post. If you have ever considered giving up roleplaying because you felt like a bother to people, or like you were being ignored, please like or reblog this post. If you have ever thought your roleplaying wasn’t good enough, or compared your rping to someone else’s and felt you weren’t as good as them, please like or reblog this post.

It’s just one click. One moment of honesty. And it could possibly prove a very big point to someone incredibly special to me that I don’t want to lose.

I’d be even more honored if you could share some words of encouragement about your struggles with roleplay, to let them know they’re not alone.

Thank you.

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Cause this blogs been active enough for this right? 

Honestly, I’m throwing this out here because holy jeez I’m terrible with talking to people??? soI’m like THROWS THIS INTO THE SEA. Cause it’s easier for me to do this thing. Like, I really wanna be able to rp more with Sehren, cause she’s fun to write. And I wanna explore her more. Though, I know I haven’t officially put out her choices and what not, so that probs makes people like oh no whoops. But ye I just sHRUGS. I should probably get on that. But yeah so heres this thing to make my life easier.

Basically:

By liking this post you’re allowing me to drop starters in your tag, inbox things, and in general that you don’t mind me nor my muse pestering yours whenever the urge strikes. I’d prefer mutuals only for this.

Please make sure to read my Rules │ About │Verses pages. And remember! You can unlike this at anytime!

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     “We must BELIEVE that we are gifted for                                     something,              and that this thing, at whatever cost,                               must be attained.”

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Nap time. Cause I haven't slept actually. Whoops. Lil special thanks to @ofdxlish for watching Let's Play with me and keeping my mind distracted u the best bby.