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Here's that starter call !! Please specify muse if you can, on your end too if you're also a multi!

#starter call #🩸 / have it again while i think about faustus

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☁️  𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  ☁️

from the show! part three/episode three! some lines have been a little altered to make them fit in a broader sense!

❛ I'm only halfway through, let's see. ❜

❛ Do you ever think that we, that is to say our kind, were put on this earth for a larger purpose? ❜

❛ I put you on this earth. Your purpose is to enjoy yourself. ❜

❛ Is "okay" what you desire, (name)? ❜

❛ Every one of them is capable of abomination, even the ones worthy of admiration. ❜

❛ Wait. What's that I hear? Ah, yes. It's the angel of salvation passing over us. ❜

❛ You're ashamed of what we are. ❜

❛ I don't wanna kill people anymore. There it is. ❜

❛ I can pretend the fool. ❜

❛ I can't be definitive. So much of that year was a blur. ❜

❛ Now who's performing? ❜

❛ Enjoy yourselves, it's the point of living. ❜

❛ Aren't I enough? ❜

❛ From time to time, I like a little variety. ❜

❛ We're communicating so much better, no? ❜

❛ You ever think about those old days, when we were kids? ❜

❛ You think this is nice? ❜

❛ There's nothing easy about my life, I'll tell you that. ❜

❛ That's the moonlight lyin' is all. ❜

❛ Well... what's he like? ❜

❛ Well, it's the moonlight. ❜

❛ Shall we have a night out tomorrow? ❜

❛ Well, that would require curiosity and intelligence. ❜

❛ Well, now that I know you have a type I thought you'd be pleased. ❜

❛ What can I say? I'm a lot. I'm not perfect. ❜

❛ When your mother sees the devil in your eyes, it's a hard assessment to abandon. ❜

❛ Is my very nature that of the devil? ❜

❛ I'll let you reload. ❜

❛ You said I'm arrogant? Maybe I am arrogant! ❜

❛ I must confess, I'm very proud of you (name). ❜

❛ Did you not smile as he begged? ❜

❛ And that's why you and me ain't never gon' work. ❜

❛ That's why you're always gonna be alone. ❜

❛ My light. My (name). ❜

#🩸 / memes

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It was a hard choice becoming a warden, though choice might have been the wrong word. When it's between take a risk with the wardens, or return to the circle to be made tranquil or be killed... well, there's really only one answer. At least for him there was, having feared tranquility for so long.

Taking a deep breath as he listened to the words spoken, beautiful as they were it was hard not to ignore the dread. Once they were done a goblet was handed to him, a burning in his throat, then nothing. Black. But, in an odd way he wasn't scared, there was no fear only comfort in the nothingness. Comfort just to wake back up with a start and a gasp as if he had been deprived of air to the brink of suffocation just to be let back up. It hurt to breathe so deep, an aching cough sputtering out of him as he slowly tried to sit up. He had done it, he had passed some odd test of fate's.

❝...is that the end of it...?❞

A hoarse and quiet question, the only thing he could think of. If there was more past this he didn't think he could make it.

@luna-mxth s.

#luna mxth #🩸 / jowan hrgrgrhrrrhg eating him

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Decision of the flower 🌹

#🩸 / OUGHGHHHHHHHH #🩸 / do u guys mind if i eat this rq #tbt #🩸 / sometimes its worth enduring character tags bc then ull see some of the most beautiful art uve ever seen man

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Here's that starter call !! Please specify muse if you can, on your end too if you're also a multi!

#starter call

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❝Well it is a sewer essentially, you can't expect it to smell of sunshine and rainbows.❞

Maker knows he would like it to smell better too, but you get used to the smell as horrible as it was. A place away where he could help others was worth the stench. Most of the time.

❝What would you know of the carta's bathing habits anyhow? Your friends in other places sharing their discovery of soap and other bathing essentials?❞

"Oh, come now, Anders. Where's your sense of excitement?" Marian elbowed him good-naturedly, but it wasn't as though she didn't understand where he was coming from. On the contrary, she could feel the rain water beginning to soak through her boots, and considering how even the fireplace at her uncle's shack seemed like it didn't want to be there, they were going to take about a decade to dry off. "Maybe all this rain will finally help Darktown smell like a slightly less Coterie-filled sewer. Say what you will about the Carta, but at least they use soap on occasion."

#🩸 / hes the worst too it cancels out right lmao

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Very elfy, huh. Not what he would have thought of regarding the qunari, but perhaps they had more in common than they would with humans. Society was probably far far different, but methods? Means? It was an interesting thought to ponder over at least.

❝I see, I'm sorry if that was a rude question of me to ask.❞

Offering an apologetic nod. But the grey wardens as well? This new friend certainly has had a most interesting life, and a hard one at the same time.

❝Would you mind speaking of your time with the wardens? I know so little about them despite living through the last blight, where my clan was was thankfully a less afflicted area at the time. Everyone speaks of them as if they're heroes or monsters, always one or the other, black and white. But, surely it can't be as simple as that. Nothing ever is.❞

Saareshok's eyes flicked to Priam's arm once more, as if contemplating the now sealed wound, quiet again for a few moments before he answered. Speaking of life under the Qun was not easy, for all that had been a number of years now since he'd done so. Some things... simply stayed with a person.

"The tamassrans provide most healing to those who need it," he explained, "Very... 'elfy', as well. They use medicines and bandages, though they are very..." The qunari paused as he searched for the correct word, "advanced, you could say. I have not seen the same quality of medicine among the humans." Then again, he silently reasoned, human mages usually learned their magic formally, after it came to them. Many, he'd found, knew at least a healing spell or two. So the humans didn't need to have sophisticated medicine.

"It is... rare for a saarebas, to use healing magic. We are not trained formally with our magic, so only those with a natural talent and desire would know such things. Saarebas are used only for war." Proof of these claims, of course, came from Saareshok himself - he had many scars of varying size and severity, around his lips, his neck and shoulders, his wrists, all spoke of the extreme lengths the Qun went to control their mages. - and perhaps a bit on how little healing magic was ever used on them.

"I learned what healing I know from Grey Wardens, not qunari."

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i should reread the last flight oughhh do u guys ever think about garahel??

#🩸 ooc / 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳 #🩸 / i also need to follow new blogs in the tag and put out a starter call! #🩸 / also im puttin this here instead of making a new post jumpscare seeing my other blogs promo in the tag lmao #🩸 / also looked at my muse list here did i go insane why do u guys keep letting me add more muses lmao

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i had a dream about faustus and went a lil insane in my boyfriends dms about loghain and maric how are u all tonight i miss faustus oughhh

#🩸 ooc / 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳

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im scared of u all

#🩸 ooc / 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳 #🩸 / WHY ARE U GOING THERE IMMEDIATELY AFTER DO U LIKE PAIN

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hey heres a question

#🩸 ooc / 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳 #🩸 / i was mentioning it to my boyfriend and now im curious on how many of u do

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also hi sorry i havent been on much ive been really tired i havent been sleeping well and then my heart issues came back which are a bitch especially when i try to sleep

#🩸 ooc / 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳

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do u guys ever look at ur own muse page and go damn what a selection

#🩸 ooc / 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳 #🩸 / hiiiiiiiii

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐈𝐑𝐄 : the future dyed in fresh blood, the scream from the death throes, the scent of blood floats about the air on this night of ecstasy. An independent, semi-selective, fantasy based oc with various other verses. Features dark and horror themes. Loved by Maleficar.

#🩸 / he has a da verse that i really like so i rb eula here #🩸 / promos.

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❝Why would I care what the Chantry thinks? I'm dalish, they already hate me.❞

Laughing at the end of his answer. Maybe not hate but they really didn't like that he was the one put in charge that was sure. Sure and obvious. Their Maker, their will, and their wishes all meant absolutely nothing to him past the niceties he had to put up with so things stayed somewhat steady.

❝That's alright, I've endured worse for longer.❞

No matter if he wasn't a dedicated healer having someone there to help in general was better than toughing it out for a week or so.

❝Often the way we dealt with injuries was through medicinal means, herbs and all that. Very elfy, yes I know. Or you brought worse injuries to the first and got an earful for "letting it happen", so I'll take a little tender with a smile.❞

True to his word he offer a smile at the end of his words. There would be only a little downplaying of abilities allowed here and now.

❝Forgive me if it's ignorant to ask, being here is my first time encountering qunari, how do you all deal with injuries? From all I've heard of your society it seems very strict, is care the same?❞

The qunari snorted, and shook his head, "I think that is best left to you. Imagine the Chantry if that happened!" Violet eyes widened comically, and he shook his head again. Even for a single day, the Chantry would have a fit. A qunari running the Inquisition? And not just a Vashoth, but one that had been directly under the Qun?

Void, 'fit' wouldn't be able to accurately describe the chaos that would ensue. Priam was 'bad enough', in their eyes, but they were at least used to elves. Qunari, Qun-follower or Vashoth, were still rather... 'alien' for many humans.

"Be careful with that, hm?" Saareshok gestured to the now fairly healed arm, "It will be... tender, for a few days. I am not a... dedicated healer." He stumbled a bit, with the words, Saare wasn't used to speaking so much at once. But, he decided, it wasn't so bad. The Inquisitor seemed easy to talk to. Easier than many of the others in the Inquisition, at least. He wasn't so... serious, all the time.

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❝You're right, but I'll worry a little bit regardless.❞

Accidents happened, it was never a burden, something that became hard to remember with all the weight of... everything actually lately. One little wrong step, one cut, one wrong word- or too little words, and it could have such large lasting consequences. It was like trying to walk across a recently frozen lake, shift too much and you'll crack it, keep going and it breaks. Still, things he could fret over as they came Saareshok was right, this was nothing to worry over.

As the wound fused itself back together again the weight subsided. Out of sight out of mind right? Until the next injury but maybe then he'd remember there were people who were entirely here to help not to judge every step he made. Offering a small smile in return.

❝Thank you. And thank you for not scolding me either, I've gotten more than enough in my life as of late. Everyone's a critic, no? Ever feel like being Inquisitor for a day?❞

Really more of a joke than anything, though maybe not the best delivery. Another thing he'd have to work on.

Saareshok tilted his head curiously, a little confused by Priam's... over-explanation. Healing wasn't his specialization, but this sort of healing wasn't terribly complicated. The wound itself wasn't too terrible or gruesome, it looked worse than it actually was - he wasn't at risk of losing the limb. Saare didn't understand what the fuss was about.

The qunari's left hand took up the wounded limb at the forearm, gently holding it up so that the right could be placed with its palm to Priam's injured upper arm. His hand nearly covered the entire bicep, large and broad, and between his palm and the elf's muscle, pale green light glowed as healing magic worked its way into the wound.

The healing didn't take much more than a few moments to complete, knitting the edge of the muscle and tissue, and sealing up the skin once again. It was not so perfect as a dedicated healer might do perhaps, but it would more than suffice. At least there would be no worry about bleeding again, or getting an infection.

"I'm here to help you, Inquisitor," Saare finally reminded him, his deep voice rumbling quietly, "That's why I came, remember? This is no hardship."

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#starter call #🩸 / i wanna do more