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Hiatus Notice
Officially placing this blog on hiatus. My muse for Ellowyn just is non existent, and unfortunately has been drained by other muses. I’m so sorry about this! However, you can always find my on @lyrebiird and @irelvhen
lyrebiird:
WITH PORCELAIN FISTS , AND TREMBLING LIPS , YOU WILL LEAD THEM TO VICTORY.
Old selfie & recent casual raven cosplay. Happy munday everyone!
Rebecca Ferguson – Photoshoot for The Untitled Magazine September 2015
Queen Ellowyn “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO TALK TO PEOPLE” Cousland
aclassicharger
he’s grateful that he’s not in her shoes. he never could have been, not naturally. back in tevinter, his family had been poor enough that his unwillingness to marry a man for money was what tore his relationship with his mother into shreds, that his father had to sell himself into slavery, and now he’d deserted the military and joined a mercenary company. being king is certainly not in the stars for him, not anywhere, and he cannot be more grateful for it. it’s hard enough putting up with the iron bull; he wouldn’t want to put up with an entire following of people.
add that to being a grey warden, and he’s surprised she gets as much sleep as she does.
“me? ah, just taking a while to get tired, is all.” maybe it’s true. his watch has just recently ended, and while his body feels weary, his mind keeps churning. maybe, though, it is late at night when he has no one to keep him occupied that old insecurities creep in, that guilt tries to tug at him. maybe there are things he does not like to talk about. as open as he is, as confident as he seems, there are still things the warrior keeps to himself. “aching bones and all that.”
Aching bones. Now that brought a true smile to Ellowyn’s lips. How long had it been since she’d truly smiled? Longer than she could bear to keep track of. ❝ Aren’t you a little young to be complaining of aches and pains? ❞ Her eyes seemed to spark back to life at that moment, her previous dread far away, vanished as if it never existed. ❝ Then again I have no idea what The Iron Bull puts you boys up to. Perhaps I can keep you company then - I could endeavor to bore you to sleep. I’ve spent enough time within my courts with my advisers to learn the most drab of topics. We’ve a long journey ahead of us and I need you well rested. ❞
Ellowyn dragged a petite hand through her blonde hair as she deftly undid the braids containing the long locks. The Queen took a deep inhale of the crisp night air, savored it as relief visibly spread through her posture. ❝ You know, I keep expecting to wake up to those ugly things Darkspawn. Foul creatures... Ah, I apologize, not exactly a light conversation topic. ❞
sorceressofsass:
Y’all won’t leave me though, right? Because…
…November 19th is the 2 year anniversary of this blog!! YAAY!
It’s been a really fun two years and I honestly hope there’s more to come. I’ve met so many great people, some who have I’ve grown very close to and can’t imagine my life (or Kait’s) without them. To kinda celebrate I’m going to record and post a mun video and answer any questions I get. You can ask anything you like, from me and my life, my writing, to Kaitlyn and her growth and the blog’s growth over the past two years. If you do send them, please submit them through inbox and leave a note it’s for the video so I know :)
Without further ado, I’m going to give a few shout outs <3
Keep reading
dalishflame:
Starter Call! || Not Accepting
“ Your Grace, ” Just about every soul in Skyhold’s cavernous throne room had taken a knee, heads bowed in respect for their illustrious guest. All, it seemed, except one. The Inquisitor rose from his throne with a smile, instead descending the dais to bow low before her. “ We are honoured that you would come all this way to meet with us. ” He intoned as he straightened, still smiling. “ I’d ask if you had a pleasant journey, but in the Frostbacks that’s rather a silly question. ”
@wcrdenqueen
❝ I can assure you, dear Inquisitor, after trekking across Ferelden during the Blight, any journey I take I consider pleasant. ❞ A soft chuckle had passed through her lips, features cast in a bright smile. As pale green eyes traversed the room she could not help but feel a swell of pride in her chest at the sight of so many bowing - though the queen never knew if they respected her seat upon the throne, or the Warden. ❝ Please, call me Ellowyn, none of this your Grace nonsense. We are not at court and I am not here representing the crown. I have come to lend whatever aid I may. ❞
vowsworn:
‘ when we’re older and we are full of stories to be told. ’ // @wcrdenqueen ⤷ laughter lines by bastille ( ♡ )
❝ That is, should we even live to call ourselves ‘older’. I’d hardly believe our stories if I had not seen them for myself, though I suppose some sadistic part of me has enjoyed them. What is the value of life, if it is boring? ❞
You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.
Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring (via thequotejournals)
lyrebiird:
WITH PORCELAIN FISTS , AND TREMBLING LIPS , YOU WILL LEAD THEM TO VICTORY.
I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.
Maggie Stiefvator (via quotemadness)
BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.
The morning always comes.
This will be your home, for now.
Look at you, you sorry drunk.
Don’t you worry. This will help you forget.
I’ve never been use to anyone.
I only wanted to help…
Your blood is tainted.
You shall not abscond your crimes!
Is it the blood, or are you just raving mad?
This can’t be the real you. …Please, stop.
I have no time for your petty lies.
I will never leave your side.
Your presence somehow soothes.
I only wanted…to be your….friend
Would you ever think to love me?
You let the blood get the best of you.
Remember yourself. You are not a beast.
You are no more than a beast. I should’ve known.
Too proud to show your true face, eh?
I don’t seem apt for this life anymore.
Please, just stop. Stop, please!
Of course…I do love you.
We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.
My eyes grow heavy…Let me rest a while. I’ll be fine, just wait.
Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good.
We must find a way to surpass our own stupidity.
Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?
I’d like to tender my thanks, but I haven’t much to offer.
Just think about what you’re doing. It’s utter madness.
What good is your immortality now!
You’ll be one of them, sooner or later.
May you find your worth in the waking world.
Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your…animal intuition?
You hunters have got more blood on your hands.
Hunters are killers, nothing less!
You call me a beast? A beast? What would you know? I didn’t ask for this!
Without fear in our hearts, we’re little different from the beasts themselves.
You can’t bottle everything up inside. You mustn’t be afraid to share.
Rancid beasts, every last one of us.
I should think you still have dreams?
But…do the gods love their creations?
May the good blood guide your way.
You know not the value you posses.
The things you hunt, they’re not beasts. They’re people.
If you insist on hunting them, then I will hunt you first. You understand me?
What is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?
Oh don’t you worry. Whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream.
ximisaari:
“ they said ye used tae travel wi’ a qunari, durin’ the blight. like — a proper qunari. a sten, aye? is tha’— is tha’ true? ”
- & @wcrdenqueen
❝ Indeed I did. One of the finest warriors I ever had the privilege to fight beside I freed him from a Chantry while fighting the blight. There are many stories told of ‘The Warden’, very few of which are particularly true. That one, however, is. I often wonder where he is now. ❞
I’m just tired; I just want the world to be quiet for a bit.
Matt Healy (via wordsnquotes)
aclassicharger:
@wcrdenqueen liked x.
the warrior’s sitting by the fire, armor still on even though his watch shift ended more than half an hour ago. he’s cleaning his sword— a large, two-handed weapon ( bull has only once insisted he use a shield more often, arguing that he’s not skilled enough at blocking, to which krem replied with a rough punch and a ‘i’ll use a shield whenever i damn well want to’ and the argument was dropped )— and he’s humming to himself, a song he’d once heard a bard playing in a tavern. his eyes flick up to the queen, and he offers her a smile. “you’re up late. couldn’t sleep, i take it?”
There is a war raging behind her lids, painted in crimson and black, that tosses her in her fitful slumber. Even in her dreams does she feel the sharp stinging of her nails embedded in her palms but it pales so pitifully against the horrors orchestrated in her mind. Every night she is taunted with the sins of her past ; every night she is reminded that she should be dead. It is a curse worse than any she’s witnessed before. As violently as her nightmare begins does it end, yet reality would not ease the weight from her chest. She can still feel the smoke in her lungs.
Like a siren’s song, Krem’s humming lures Ellowyn to the lonely campfire, it’s heat warming her pallid skin once more. His warm smile brings a vaguely mirrored expression to her own face and she takes the seat across from him, green eyes still hazy and distant. Lips purse gently and she gives a subtle shake of the head in answer, unwilling to let her demons spill from her tongue just yet.
❝ Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown, I suppose. ❞ Yet despite everything, she chuckles. ❝ I rarely sleep anymore, apparently I’ve reached a strange divinity that allows me to go without it. And yourself? What keeps you up at this hour? ❞
Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.
Beau Taplin (via thelovejournals)
