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"All of this happened because of fanatics and arguments about the next world. It’s time we start believing in this one."

An independent, private & selective RP blog for Sean Trevelyan - former templar, family disappointment, and the Herald of Andraste. Mun & Muse 25+, open to writing with mutuals 21 and over. Open to several verses and AUs in Dragon Age, as well as D&D and Balder's Gate 3. Written by Jesse.

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blckmask-archived

TAROT CARD : 𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙎𝙎 ( intuition . higher powers . mystery . subconscious mind ) // @trevelyandisgrace

LEON HASN’T BELIEVED in the maker for some time , not since he grew OLD ENOUGH to determine RIGHT from WRONG . the adults around him back then all liked to be so very CONFLICTING in their set of IDEOLOGICAL RULES ; they asked him to be ASSERTIVE , and think for HIMSELF , and then in the same breath , to BLINDLY FOLLOW whatever be the maker’s INTREPID WILL . they asked him to be EMPATHETIC , and KIND . and so he WAS . to a FAULT , perhaps . then they'd tell him to SHUN anyone the chantry didn’t deem PURE in the image of ANDRASTE : cursing the names of ELVES AND QUNARI like STAINS OF DIRT on an otherwise FLAWLESS TAPESTRY .

the INQUISITOR , as he understands it , comes from a SIMILAR BACKGROUND . leon doesn’t make it a HABIT of keeping UP TO DATE with the happenings of NOBILITY ( not since he was considered A PART of it , anyway ) , but he’s on the EDGE OF HIS SEAT with CURIOSITY . after all , the trevelyan’s NAME and all iterations of his title are all he’s heard about AND MORE from the rabble of their MODESTLY GROWING forces . leon , for his part , has YET to meet the man in conversation as anything MORE than a GLORIFIED COMMANDER .

❛ i don’t suppose this is the FIRST time you’ve heard this question since you got here , and i’m sure it won’t be your LAST , but you’ll have to FORGIVE ME for asking anyway . ❜ crossing his arms , leon eyes the inquisitor with a DELIGHTFUL but admittedly CALCULATED SMILE . behind the MASK that hides his eyes , he stares INTENTLY in contrast — searching the man across from him with something caught between OPEN INTEREST and WARY DISTRUST .

he taps a FROZEN TALON against his bottom lip , TILTING his head curiously in the other’s direction , ❛ after everything you’ve SEEN SO FAR , do you think there’s something out there trying to PROTECT us in some AWFUL and MISGUIDED way ? ❜

︶꒦꒷ RANDOM TAROT CARD THEMED STARTERS ( ACCEPTING ! ) ꒷꒦︶

trevelyandisgrace

Sean managed to fight back a flinch with the question. Maker knew he'd heard at least a dozen variations of the same question over the past weeks, ever since he'd crawled out of the Fade. He met Leon's stare, or... at least thought he did, anyway. With that mask, it was hard to tell.

He let the Leon's words hang in the cold mountain air between them for a long moment, turning it over in his head, before finally letting out a somewhat weary sigh.

“I think,” he began at last, “if something is trying to protect us… it has a remarkable talent for making everything look like the opposite.” He shifted on his feet, arms crossing loosely over his chest as he studied the man behind the mask in return. Leon was searching him, so Sean searched back.

"There's comfort in the thought... I can see why there are folks who want to believe it. And if this had all happened 15 or 20 years ago, my thoughts on it all would probably be similar." A protective god, one that loved and cared for His children. A fantasy, but one that a young Sean would have loved to indulge in. "As it is though... if the Maker’s behind any of this, then He’s either terrible at His job, or He’s not really paying attention.”

The Inquisitor paused, drawing in a fortifying breath. He was trying to be honest with his lack of faith, he didn't care what Leliana and Josephine thought about it. Lying wouldn't help. But he did at least try to do so without pushing the people of the Inquisition away. It wasn't easy though, and as he didn't truly know Leon, it was hard to figure out were the man fell in his opinion.

“So no, I don’t think there’s some benevolent hand guiding us. If there is, it’s misguided. Or lost. Or, Maker forbid, counting on me to fix its mistakes.” An appreciative shudder passed through Sean's bulky frame.

"But what of you? Has all of this," he gestured lazily around them, "Made up your mind, one way or another?"

#in character.#inquisitor verse.#blckmask #sorry this took so long!

casanovawrites

random sentence prompts ━ from various tv shows, part 24

we are friends. and if i misread all of this, then i’m sorry.

you shouldn’t come in here. it’s not safe. i’m not safe.

this was supposed to be our second chance.

i can still tell when you’re scared.

if you’re not going to believe in yourself, i’ll have to do it for you.

sometimes what’s painful in the moment is what gets you where you need to go.

i’m sorry you met me. but i’m glad i got to know you.

i won’t apologize for protecting you from yourself.

be careful of the dark. too easy to lose your way.

it can’t be just you. i’m not leaving you here alone.

we both have things to be sorry for.

you’re the one part of all of this i don’t regret.

i wish i knew what made you this way.

i know you’re still trying to save me, but you can’t save someone who’s already dead.

don’t you talk to me about pain.

i always loved watching you sleep.

i’m just so tired of having to choose the least bad option.

we were happy once. weren’t we?

you seem upset. but you’d need feelings for that.

you can hate me, but you’re gonna have to trust me.

we do what we have to do to make sure we win.

why is it you are so willing to give everyone here the benefit of the doubt?

i’m tired. exhausted, under the weight of everything.

this is not murder, it’s survival.

i think we’re more alike than you care to admit.

this is our chance. i’m not just gonna give up.

you deserve to have a life.

i can’t wait for you to see who you’re gonna become.

the worse you look, the better i do.

sometimes, helping hurts like hell.

you can’t keep picking a scab over and over.

can’t i just blame everything on my mother and be done with it?

the whole world’s haunted.

if anybody can do this, it’s us. we take what we got, and we make it work.

i don’t know you. and you don’t know me.

you’re everything i’m never gonna be.

i believe in you more than i’ve ever believed in myself.

i’m done licking my wounds.

i know i don’t need you, but that’s not the point. you’re supposed to fucking be here.

this is my home. i’m not going anywhere.

who the fuck has time for gestures?

when hell breaks lose, it breaks fast.

i’m generally a pleasant person.

it’s built on blood and lies. it’s all it’ll ever be.

can you live without that pressure?

gonna be honest, kinda feels like you avoid me sometimes.

you’ve been in a mood lately.

i’m not as good as you hoped.

you don’t get to just drop this in somebody else’s lap and walk away.

we are all we have.

love no one, and no one can hurt you.

you’re happy? you’re allowed to be, in case you didn’t know.

so you can’t stay, you can’t go, you’re miserable either way?

you don’t trust anyone else to take care of things.

is this performative? you’re waiting for me to ask if you’re okay?

just because someone saved your life doesn’t mean you have to live the rest of it for them.

you need me to be different. right?

this isn’t hell. it’s who we are.

i can feel you chasing something. i can feel you fixating on something.

i’m not great with consistency.

i couldn’t imagine a world where i give less of a fuck.

that’s the thing with secrets. they almost never stay secret.

you can’t just walk away. not from me.

if you’re with me, i need you to say it. just say something.

for what it’s worth, i am with you. at least until i can’t be.

i just wish sometimes i had a map to figure you out.

there’s a big, beautiful world out there. go. fight for it. be brave.

i keep reminding myself that anger is just the soul’s attempt to avoid sadness.

there’s no point trying to outrun pain. it’ll just sit, patiently, and wait for you to get too tired to run.

maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think you do.

you don’t quit on me, i won’t quit on you.

what are you gonna do, walk away? just keep on burying your head in the sand? you’d be okay with that after everything you’ve done?

yeah. i’m willing to walk away. are you?

you’re supposed to be keeping me from doing stupid shit, not the other way around.

that’s what we do, we protect each other.

we’re gonna make our lives count.

i’m really sorry. small words for something so big.

i kicked a hornet’s nest. asked too many questions.

what you have, you fight to keep it. and when you have nothing, you take to take.

we took a risk. maybe that’s how we keep living. we do what we need to do, no matter the risk.

i’m happy to break the rules for you if there’s something you want.

this is war. even if they don’t know it yet.

running away, that’s giving up.

you’re good. i can see it in your eyes.

i can’t be with you right now.

it’s hard to keep up with you sometimes.

i’m gonna be honest, even if it is really awful and fucking terrible for you, i would like you to come.

do we think that’s gonna end well?

i think about you too much.

it feels like i’ve been starting forever.

wishes are for the weak.

my stomach’s all fucked up, i think i’m in love with them.

i’ve worked so hard to not blow up good things.

i just thought if we could’ve pushed past how scary it was, it could’ve been more scary, but maybe also like, incredible.

i hope you find some quiet. whatever that is for you.

i did it because i love you.

hurry up. we’re not staying.

look around you. do you see signs of hope here?

it’s hard to keep track of whose side you’re on.

sure, play hard to get. we both know you’re obsessed with me.

is that what you wanna hear? that i’m the bad guy? fine. i’ll be the bad guy.

you make a good couple. you’re both soft.

the toxin is you. no one is safe around you.

why would i give a shit what happens to you? i don’t even know you.

you do this all the time. hurt people then act like it’s all a joke.

i do fucked up shit all the time. it doesn’t mean anything.

you can push me away all you want, but i know you love me.

a lie and a secret are two different things.

how do you make peace with all the terrible things you’ve done?

you’re just nothing without this constant drama. just a fucking empty hole.

you’re so mean sometimes, you know?

watching you make such a stupid mistake is killing me.

#meme.#trying to get writing groove back.

I did want to go ahead and apologize for how slow I've been on all my blogs recently. I've been quite distracted.

You see, in exactly a week from today, I'll be getting married! It's just a courthouse/town hall thing, no church/big ceremony, but there's still paperwork to do with it, plus some other planning with family and such, so I've been very distracted lately. I'll be trying to slowly go through things, and hopefully will speed up soon.

#ooc.

littlehoundthings

The healer stepped up next to the Inquisitor with a carefully carved wooden pipe in hand. He passed a sideways glance with his question, looking over Sean while he spoke. Ashe gave a light frown before breathing out a puff of smoke away from Sean.

"I'm a single father. Trust me, I'm used te FAR less sleep," Ashe pointed out with a slight grin and a chuckle. He remembered waking up constantly at night to check on his daughter when she was younger, but there was also the matter of the beast to consider. He'd gotten used to sleepless nights due to the influence of his true form-- the want to hunt and rage as a wolf were always there.

Some nights its influence was stronger than others, which was why Ashe was awake before the sun even came up.

"Figured I'd come help keep whoever was keepin' watch company if I was already up," he explained with a shrug. "Or go hunt some game for some extra breakfast. I haven't decided yet." He half-joked with a quick grin, before his attention went back to puffing silently on his pipe.

"...Does the sleeplessness have anythin' t'do with...?" Ashe motioned with the same hand the anchor was on for the Inquisitor, looking at him curiously.

trevelyandisgrace

He chuckled lowly, clearing his throat, "Can't put anything past you, can I?" The hand in question lifted slightly towards the fire. Though it was not particularly active just then, the anchor, it still glowed faintly, even in the firelight. It was ever-present.

"I'm sure I'll learn to live with it eventually. It's... it's permanent, as far as we can tell," and as far as Corypheus himself had said, "Eventually, it'll be no worse than a bum knee. This is just the... injury part of that comparison, that's all." As if on cue, the anchor crackled quietly, so like the fire they sat in front of. The likeness to the flames was too real, causing the Inquisitor's fingers to tremble ever so slightly, before curling into a loose, protective fist over his palm as the burning sensation traveled up his arm.

With a frown, Sean stood up, biting his tongue to hold back the groan that wanted to escape as his knees cracked with the movement. "Hunting sounds good about now, actually. If I stare at that fire any longer, my eyes are going to start burning. Do you mind if I come along?"

#in character.#inquisitor verse.#littlehoundthings

luke-evans

#face.#ships.#the man loves to smooch.

alongside-heroes

Multi-Promo!

Hello there! You can call me Jesse (he/him, 30+). I'm a longtime writer, and these are my RP blogs for muses from Dragon Age, Baldur's Gate 3, and D&D! Open to canon divergence, AUs, and even a few crossovers! I'm mutuals only for IC stuff, but pretty friendly.

Each blog has my full rules listed out, but the ultra quick version: 1) Don't be a dick, 2) I only RP with muns & muses 18+, 3) I have no triggers of note & tag common triggers, 4) Reiterating the 'don't be a dick' part.

The links are below the cut, so this post doesn't take up your whole screen! Thank you for reading!

#sp.#queue

I wanted to expand a little after writing that ask response, on Sean's sleeplessness. Sean does struggle to sleep most of the time, but not because of worry, or the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, or other things weighing on his mind.

It's the anchor.

Though he does tell Cassandra, in Haven, that the anchor doesn't hurt, that was unsurprisingly a big fat lie. It hurts. It always hurts, a horrendous burning sensation that never goes away completely. The severity/intensity can wax and wane, but there's always an undercurrent of pain in Sean's waking hours.

In the earlier days of the Inquisition, in Haven, Sean simply drinks himself to sleep when he's in town. It's cheap, easy, and unfortunately pretty familiar to him at that point in his life. But as they settle into Skyhold and have more resources, he begins taking sleeping draughts when he's at the keep, not every night, but at least a few nights a week to ensure he gets some sleep. Out in the field though, he just goes without.

If he ends up with a romantic partner though, them being present does help him sleep a little better, finding some comfort in snuggling in with them that lets him drift off a little easier, even with the pain.

#headcanon.

@littlehoundthings: ❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

The Inquisitor gave a somewhat lopsided smile, huffing out a mirthless chuckle. "A day and a half? I think?" He rubbed his face and brow with a roughened hand, squinting a little at the campfire as his eyes opened again. "It's alright," his head gave a quick, hard shake, seemingly to wake himself further, and his shoulders straightened.

"Sleep hasn't come easily to me for a while now, months. Not much to be done about it though. I'll endure till we get back to Skyhold." Out in the field as they were, it was simply not possible for him to take a sleeping draught, or for one of the mages in their company to use a spell for the same effect. They couldn't afford to have him unable to be woken. Sean Trevelyan was not a small man, they'd be hard pressed to carry him along while also fighting, if the situation called for it.

A tired Inquisitor would have to do then, for now.

"What are you doing up, anyway? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

#in character.#littlehoundthings

wardensjourney

The lackluster quality of Tumblr's DMs pushed me to make a dis.cord for chatting/plotting. So here it is. Note: there's a dot ( . ) before and after the letters. Just make sure that you have something (user name, profile info etc) or just let me know who you are. Mutuals feel free.

#ooc.#psa.

nightprompts

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

#meme.

lord-evans-deactivated20260216

Luke Evans as Vlad - Dracula | Part 5/?

#face.#it's after midnight #and i'm feeling some kind of way about Sean tonight

@draelith: i can't believe you drank that swill at the tavern / from cullen

"Ha!" The Inquisitor snorted, shaking his head with a laugh, "It's pretty rank, but the stuff here doesn't qualify as 'swill', believe me."

So many of Sean's memories, too many really, involved alcohol, and he was almost ashamed to admit almost none of that alcohol was of any quality. Void, it was only once they got to Skyhold that he started having access to reasonable spirits and vintages with any regularity... though he still ended up down at the tavern with that swill instead, more often than not.

"Just wait till you're stuck with a bunch of low-life mercenaries and drinking their homemade Chasind sack mead." Even the memory of that poison made Sean's stomach do a sour flip, even if it had been nearly a decade since he'd even sniffed the stuff.

#in character.#draelith

@oakthcrn: i don't want to think about that right now.

"You think I do?" Sean winced slightly as he dropped into his seat beside her in The Herald's Rest, waving at one of the passing serving girls. After that exhaustive fitting with Josephine, for those heinous 'uniforms', he needed a drink. Badly.

"I can't wait to be reminded, all night most likely, about the 'awful' reputation I've had before the Inquisition. And getting needled, oh so politely, about my expulsion from the Order." He paused to flash a tired smile to the serving girl as she set a mug of some foamy ale in front of him. "At least you have a chance of missing the event entirely, depending on what help the Spymaster needs. I'd switch places with you in a heartbeat."

#in character.#oakthcrn

mcflymemes

INQUISITION PARTY BANTER * assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition

you... actually look like that?

thank you for remembering. sometimes people forget me.

it's interesting watching you. the way you carry yourself when you use magic.

why are you so angry at your father? he wants to help and you know he does.

no one needs to see my arse.

you're set on being sad forever.

remember, do not use it like a sword.

i'd just eat the cheese.

always knew you were up to something.

you didn't always have a beard.

sometimes love isn't enough.

there were so many wonderful hats.

you're happier now, [name].

you have so many feelings.

i am uncertain whether to believe you.

the world doesn't make sense to them. it's too real.

you're right about that. they would.

do you need to eat? or sleep?

you would stop it if you could.

i can't tug it loose without tearing it.

stop. it isn't about you.

i believe i can work with that.

you have other things to carry.

you're serious, aren't you?

you let it keep hurting because you think hurting is who you are.

it is because you think you have to?

you ask a lot of questions, [name].

why be ashamed? power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.

i'll have to steal that one.

hey, when this is all done, if you ever need my help for anything, you just ask, all right?

maybe you're not a complete moron.

we were having a moment, and now you've ruined it.

i can't believe you drank that swill at the tavern.

i'm well aware you lied to me.

that is... remarkably decent of you.

i don't want to think about that right now.

you need a hairbrush.

when you charge at them, you make them hit you.

i'm curious about you. i had no idea something like you was possible.

how do you want to be remembered? valiant yet sexy rebel against the status quo?

it's not easy finding people willing to shoulder such a terrible responsibility.

it's not such a terrible thing. some of my best friends are murderers.

who's judging now?

i know your kind.

i know that what comes out of your mouth is the same drivel that comes out of theirs.

careful i don't club you on the head.

if i had something to say, i'd say it.

if we're going to fight at each other's side, we need to get along.

enough, both of you.

you said i could ask you questions.

how do you get your hair to do that?

do you think we could ever be friends?

killing him won't make anything better.

if you really cared, you could ask.

you caught the eye of a young woman in that last village.

i just need to know you're capable of higher thought. for my own comfort.

i question your reasons for being here.

my reasons for being here are the same as yours.

i think that's the first time i've heard you admit anything is complicated.

what made you change your mind?

i will try to be more like you.

you should learn to watch your back.

i mean. could be naked more. that'd be better.

beardy people are supposed to be jolly.

why are you complaining?

you're smirking again.

right, here we go. what is it from you?

there is no need to tell anyone that.

does yelling while we're walking around count?

stop pointing that at me!

you need a drink or something, you tell me.

#meme.

anneboleyns

#face.

@withpcnache : when you charge at them, you make them hit you. - from Dorian Pavus

It had been a long day, and Sean groaned as he plopped down by the fire of the Inquisition camp, his shield clattering as he flung it off of his shoulder. Fighting in the mud was hell on just about every body part, and his legs ached abominably now. It was just their luck that the typically dry Exalted Plains just happened to get one of its infrequent rainy days just as they'd gotten there.

Considering the state of the whole group, he was more than a little surprised that Dorian joined him there, instead of escaping to his tent, and out of the drizzling rain. There were makeshift tarps of oiled canvas stretched over the middle of the camp, helping with at least some of the damp, but the tent was where the mage could find some dry clothes.

The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow, lips quirking into a small smirk in Dorian's direction, "That's typically my intention, yes." His chilled fingers began to work on his weapon belt, eager to shed all this weight he'd been dragging around all day. "Better me than you, wouldn't you say? I do have a shield."

#in character.#withpcnache

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