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@veilstr1der
[ . . . ] I BET I WILL LIVE AGAIN . . . I BET I WILL APPEAR IN FULL GEAR, THE ARMOR OF UGLY INDEFINITE LIVABILITY, THE REAL BODY, ALIVE OR IN DECAY — I'LL APPEAR LIKE A THUNDERING, I'LL SAVE MYSELF . . . AND YOU . . . AND YOU.
#VEILSTR1DER : ALDWIR , FEYNIRIN . of dragon age : the veilguard , established dec '24 . 18+ , low activity , spoilers present . dead dove, do not eat . written by chey ; 25+ , woc , queer .
CARRD . MEMES . HEADCANONS . FACE CLAIM . PINTEREST .
when i finally get around to making gifs of feynirin kissing all the veilguard, it's over for you bitches
the laughter didn't startle, nor offend, the veil jumper. he knew how he sounded. idealistic at best, naive at worst. but he believed that it was worth saying, worth sharing, worth fighting for. ❝ i know, and isn't that just disappointing. ❞ feynirin said, meeting the others eye. he accepted dante's apologetic smile, though he truly didn't need it. their reality was built for the privileged, the wealthy, and the powerful that paid no mind to those beneath them, but it shouldn't be, and it didn't have to be.
❝ living meal to meal, day to day. it's not enough for anyone. ❞ feynirin was lucky in a sense. he'd found the dalish. found the veil jumpers. he'd left the cities and the towers to live in the forests, moving from camp to camp and spending his life unearthing ancient mysteries. he was happy. not many could claim the same.
❝ i don't know what it'd take to change things in a place like treviso. ❞ feynirin said thoughtfully, ❝ . . . maybe a lot of knives. ❞ he added, almost as an afterthought. his smile implied he was joking. kind of. // @k1llsht , continued from here .
Wickinn + trees
he smelled the camp before he saw it—salt, smoke, and the unmistakable reek of unwashed bodies. the firelight flickered through the trees ahead, casting long, jittery shadows against the rocky shore. crouched low, fingers brushing against the damp earth, feynirin felt the magic thrum beneath his skin.
pirates meant trouble. and trouble meant things catching fire. one of the men laughed, a raucous, deep-belly bellow that promised half the camp was drunk enough to be stupid. feynirin glanced at zahav, his single amber eye reflecting the distant fire light, and shrugged. ❝ if this was arlathan, i'd say we take 'em. ❞ feynirin whispered, words barely above a breath. // @sunsseer , ♡'d for a starter .
magic hung thick in the air, wrong in a way that set his teeth on edge. feynirin's skin prickled as he stopped short, eyes flicking over the worn stones beneath his boots. the patterns were subtle—too perfect in places, fractured just enough in others. a trap.
❝ — . . . trap! ❞ feynirin warned quickly, reaching out to grasp the wizards sleeve, giving the fabric a sharp tug before his boot could land. something coiled tight like a waiting serpent, call it instinct, or magic, or simply a keen eye in the dark, but somehow, feynirin knew a careless step would wake something old, and something hungry. // @weavrot , ♡'d for a starter .
casual magic things:
feynirin lighting torches / lanterns with a wave of his hand
rapidly heating or cooling smt with a breath
reminding flora how to bloom
bending light to make minor illusions
drawings that if you listen close enough you can hear an echo of what was happening around him while he was drawing. laughter, a murmured conversation, the crackle of a fire, the sound of the wind
casual telekinesis, pushing or summoning things to hand
noise cancelling spells
throwing his voice so only you can hear him while in a crowded room
DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD (2024) "You don't understand the power they have. They show you what you crave. They speak to the darkness in your heart. No one can stand against that." "Watch me."
"I'm glad you're okay" but said by someone who has just had the shit beaten out of them, to someone who is not hurt at all, is a brilliant trope and I lose my mind every time.
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rules: please repost, don’t reblog! bold what applies usually, italicize what applies sometimes, and strike out what never or rarely applies.
ANGER: jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, tighter movements, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts
JOY: easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy
SADNESS: crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, swallowing thickly, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better
EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME: blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate
GUILT: avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeks redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others
FEAR / ANXIETY: trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, impatience, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn
“aut viam inveniam aut faciam.”
— i will either find a way, or i will make one; (via princejackdaw)
Places in Dragon Age: Inquisition - Vir Dirthara
This is Vir Dirthara. The living knowledge of the empire. The libraries of every city. The wisdom of every court. A connecting place whose paths are in disarray. The Vir Dirthara was made with world and Fade. When they sundered, so did we. Paths broke. Knowledge fragmented. Many were trapped. I preserve their last words.
1x1 | 1x6
↳ THE NIGHT AGENT
Because I’m my mother’s heir, I leave the arrow in my throbbing heart. What kills me keeps me alive. I FORGIVE NOTHING, I FORGET NOTHING. ⧼ Revenge, ⧽ no matter how or when, is my only satisfaction. ⸻ aridhel Islanil, “ rook ” , private & selective dragon age oc.
what kind of herb are you?
— basil .
you wear a thousand masks and you claim them all. you say they are all of you, all parts of you but some of them you picked up when you needed to be brave. some you picked up when you failed because you were yourself, some of them you picked up because you needed to be stronger for someone smaller, better for someone bigger, useful for someone crueler, and you can't help but desperately scramble for first place, for usefulness. to prove you're worth keeping around, to prove you're the best, to prove you're good enough, valuable enough, enough. you just want someone to tell you you're enough.
you strive for success, to be a role model, to take the lead, to be someone everyone loves, someone who can't fall, someone who can't be hurt the way you once were, the way you're running from now. sometimes you just want someone to hold your hand and let you spill all your broken fragments outward but you know you could never let it go. the only thing holding you together some days is this image of perfection and success, and security and the worst part is that everyone else needs you to never falter either because you so often are the one holding everyone together too.
you can't help but wonder if your emotions are ever your own, if you're just an actor in a life that's not your own. if you're cursed to be a mannequin, a doll, from the moment you were born and placed into a life where you were a child meant to be seen, not heard, to perform, not live, and the jealousy, the injustice, or the pain is fueled into masks as you take the world by storm.
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