I think instead of going on hiatus I’m going to archive this blog and start over?
but i’m going to keep my plots with my mains and anything else that anyone
wants to keep, but I initially made this blog out of an old sansa blog and without
deleting and then i remade it into this new ellie from the old ellie without deleting
and my tags are all fricked up and i have a bunch of followers that I don’t want
and i have a lot of old posts that i wanna organize so i think i’m just gonna.
send a number for a starter / drabble based off a specific soulmate au! most are taken from this list. feel free to add more if you want! (can also be adapted to fit poly ships!)
the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate.
the one where you have your soulmate’s name written on your body.
the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks on your bodies.
the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate.
the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.
the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.
the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link.
the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body.
the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body.
the one where you have a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.
the one where soulmates share extreme physical sensation — if one gets hurt, the other gets hurt, and etc.
the one where soulmates can heal each other’s injuries.
the one where only your soulmate can kill you.
the one where color appears on your body wherever your soulmate first touches you.
the one where every lie your soulmate tells you appears on your skin.
the one where anything written on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin as well.
the one where your soulmate’s name is on one wrist and your enemy’s name is on the other and you have no clue which is which.
the one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.
the one where soulmates are reincarnated and keep finding each other throughout their different lives.
the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.
the one where you can talk to your soulmate in dreams.
the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.
the one where once you meet your soulmate, it’s physically uncomfortable to be apart from them for too long.
the one where you have a compass on your body that leads you to your soulmate.
the one where you have the date you’ll meet your soulmate on your wrist.
the one where you have the date your soulmate will die on your wrist.
the one where you can transfer any injuries/pain your soulmate has onto yourself.
the one where some people can see the red string of fate and follow it to their soulmates.
the one where your soulmate’s ghost haunts you when they die.
send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses ! i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
Inquisitor, was there anyone close to you in Montsimmard?
She is asked the question often, especially by those in Skyhold who had been in one of the circles and those who were visiting and eager to know her colored history. Her face goes pale when they ask, her expression far off and distant. Sometimes it takes her a while to answer but after a few moments she smiles politely and says YES. YES, THERE WAS. Sometimes she can’t answer the question and instead she nods. Either way is an affirmation and either way she is asked the follow up question of WHO?
What was their name?
His name was Gilbert.
Where is he now?
He’s GONE.
She met him the day she arrived in Montsimmard. There was a storm brewing, grey clouds visible out a nearby window. Her robes were askew, her hair was a mess, and her mind was uncertain what was real and what was nightmare. But the humidity in the air was REAL ENOUGH and the gentle grip of a gloved hand on her shoulder as she was guided into the grand entrance of Montsimmard was REAL ENOUGH. She thought she must look strikingly similar to the dozens of apprentices she had greeted on their first day in Kinloch - there was a look of terror on her face and she had been taken away from the only home she’d ever know. She would have given anything for a familiar face. She would have fought and died for the chance to see something SHE KNEW.
But everything she knew and every face she had ever seen was cold and DEAD now.
Vacant eyes glimmered to life when he pushed through the crowd to introduce himself. His hair was blond - long and wavy and tied back - and he had lips that she would DIE to kiss. Lips that reminder her of- No. Don’t. He left. Never coming back. But his smile was easy and cocky and so PAINFULLY familiar. For a moment she felt the burdens of the last several months lift from her shoulders and it seems she is FIVE YEARS YOUNGER and so content. What’s the harm of dreaming? It was the first dream in months that was not a NIGHTMARE.
He turned to face her and the illusion was shattered.
Not golden. They’re not golden. Not even brown.
His eyes were all blue and green like paintings of the sea.
Close.
Similiar, even,
but it’s not the same.
He took her hand
‘ let me show you around ’
and
‘ what’s your name? ’
It’s like history in reverse.
Montsimmard was huge compared to Kinloch. Large and spacious; ornate and strangely devoid of hovering templars. Mages have more freedom, here. One of the mages, a tall and beautiful woman who looked like Neria but HUMAN, spoke with a templar and it wasn’t an argument. His hand was not on his sword. His arms were not crossed over his chest. He was RELAXED and she was SMILING. Happy mages are less likely to become abominations. Happy birds are less likely to yearn for freedom.
Freedom?
What has the desire for freedom ever done for her?
Where has it gotten them?
What does FREEDOM even mean?
“Do you have any hobbies?” The question slipped out easily, between a joke and some clever remark. His hand was warm. His fingers were curled around hers. He seemed to be genuinely interested. It filled her with apprehension. How could anyone be so eager to take care of someone they didn’t know? How could anyone care about someone they’d just met?
That used to be you, a voice reminded her. Not anymore, she argued back.
‘ WHAT IS YOUR NAME? ’
HE REFUSED TO ANSWER.
Don’t.
“Baking,” She told him. He took her to the kitchens. She made him pumpkin tarts with ginger and nutmeg in the filling. Perfectly set. Perfectly baked. Finished in the middle. He praised her technique and it was genuine. He ate several and shared the rest. Close. It was so CLOSE.
-- But it wasn’t tears in the eyes. It wasn’t ‘ they’re good ’ whispered into the dark of night, a lie and a truth all in one. It wasn’t an entire tray of HORRIBLE cookies horded and eaten in one sitting and his smile wasn’t one JUST FOR HER. It wasn’t the same. It would never be the same.
But it was close and so she clung to it.
Mages have more freedom in Montsimmard. Happy birds are less likely to yearn for freedom. The mage who looked like Neria ( but she didn’t sound like her. no one would ever sound like Neria ) attended balls outside the circle walls. She had a room at a nobleman’s estate. Relationships are permitted, so long as no one is hurt. Isn’t that what you’d always wanted, Elena? But the person I wanted it with isn’t HERE.
Don’t.
He’s never coming back.
Gilbert came to her one evening, a year into her stint at Montsimmard, and told her that he cared for her. It was honest. It was sincere. Nothing underhanded. Nothing kept secret. I’D LIKE TO EXPLORE WHAT’S BETWEEN US and I WANT TO BE WITH YOU. There was no reason to say no and it’s so, SO similar. Like history in reverse. But HE didn’t belong to anyone else. There was no one to walk in on them their first time together. It was the first thing that was HERS.
She fell asleep in his arms.
Her dreams were of Kinloch.
They were always of Kinloch.
Dark. Lonely. The stench of rotting blood and flesh and the screams of demons. The walls pressed around her and she didn’t know where she was. Her arm was on fire and she couldn’t remember why. What’s happening? What’s happening? There was a flash of blond hair. Laughter in golden eyes. And then that’s gone too. Snuffed out like a flame. She wakes drenched in sweat and screaming the wrong name. His name.
No.
DON’T.
Gilbert didn’t hold it against her. He was hers for six years - the longest REAL relationship she had ever had. He encouraged her to be brave. He taught her Orlesian and things she needed to know about Game to survive in Montsimmard. He convinced her one day to write a letter to the Amell Estate. A man named Garrett HAWKE wrote her back - her cousin. And with the letters came news of the man that Gilbert had tried to replace. When her heart fell back into old habits, he didn’t hold that against her either.
Instead, he held her close.
Instead, he said he understood.
Instead, he promised not to leave.
Men are all liars.
‘ What happened to him? ’
The curious gossip-mongers in Skyhold often asked.
‘ He died in my arms.
A fever took him.
He wasn’t a healer.
And neither was I. ’
But he was the only thing that had ever been HERS.
And he loved her despite the fact that she had nothing left to give him.
And he was close. Close & heartrendingly similar to what she had LOST.
yeah i wanna make you cum but i also gotta check in on that mental health and see how your day was ok like what u need to talk about?? u can tell me while i go down on u
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