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Making a little additon in a nice Series of Unfortunate Events flavor to my prior note bc my brain's made it necessary? In this case, 'back' just means I'm actually going to keep this blog; I have REALLY severe clinical depression ( think 'I just got put on a third antidepressant bc two weren't fully digging me out of my trench' levels bc.... Yeah... ) so me actually DOING things is going to be sporadic af.

I would like to be more active. Really, I would. But like I have a hard time doing much of anything, and I'm trying to learn to be gentle and understanding with myself. If you want my discord though ( note: we just gotta be mutuals. I don't actually care how long we've followed each other ) I am open to plotting or talking.

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OH ALSO as a head’s up, I’m actually going to be changing up the default Inquis on the blog too bc it’s been two years and I don’t remember what a Sata-kas is.

She was probably fine and all, but I adore the ancient elf I’ve been working on and I think it would be super funny for the Inquisition to lowkey be the Mythal Family Reunion From Hell.

I am back, bitches – albeit quietly cause the blog’s in need of a little cleaning and redoing of the imagery.

#I am reasonably certain I said nothing ( mun speak. ) #I am not familiar with such magic ( tbd. ) #the only reason I ever do anything is bc I think it's funny #but joking aside I do actually think she'll be a really nuanced Inquis #and also please imagine Solas rolling up to Haven tryna fix his mistake and all #and he just runs into the woman who's like a godmom to him #( pun not intended )

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I am back, bitches -- albeit quietly cause the blog’s in need of a little cleaning and redoing of the imagery.

#I am reasonably certain I said nothing ( mun speak. ) #I am not familiar with such magic ( tbd. ) #and also need to get the brain chemicals sorted bc depression's a bitch #but the main of it is that I have full intentions of doing things here again

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I bet you’re all regretting that I’m drawing Dragon Age again now.

#you gave me peace in a lifetime of war ( Moralbirthright | Dorian. )

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“this is the hill you want to die on?” oh no i just love arguing. i fully intend to leave this hill once it gets boring. sorry for the confusion!

#it is a rare soldier who can fight without letting it define him ( musings. )

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@arcanedivinity

#you should have seen me when I was younger ( young Solas. ) #look it's how Mythal came to adopt him

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gay🍭irl

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Those who can tap into the raw energy of the Fade and block the whispering temptations of demons are truly exceptional.

#the healer has the bloodiest hands ( self. )

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do you think you could draw solas x dorian :o

Shit anon, how did you know…my rare pair weakness ;w; 

#you gave me peace in a lifetime of war ( Moralbirthright | Dorian. )

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whenever somebody responds with “I beg your pardon?” assert your dominance by announcing “Then Beg.”

#the world is full of wonders for those who seek them ( aesthetic. )

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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#the world is full of wonders for those who seek them ( aesthetic. )

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#it is a rare soldier who can fight without letting it define him ( musings. )

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(  *  &.  –  SHANE MADEJ SENTENCE STARTERS.

literally just a bunch of bullshit shane madej from buzzfeed unsolved has said throughout multiple videos.  enjoy !

‘  that’s insufferable. i love it.  ’

‘  they look like someone just accidentally coughed some eyebrows onto his forehead.  ’

‘  i’m ready for death. that’s what makes me me.  ’

‘  i’m ready, every room we walk into, to die.  ’

‘  do you think he pooped himself?  ’

‘  it’s very disrespectful, but it’s human.  ’

‘  i think the moon having a boner is about as realistic as ghosts.  ’

‘  hey ghouls! the boys are here!  ’

‘  hey there demons. it’s me, ya boy.  ’

‘  you know what… let it be a mystery.  ’

‘  if you don’t like it, you can kiss my apple taters.  ’

‘  i have run the permutations through my little computer and all of them say ‘you are fucked.’  ’

‘  oh, it’s fine if people die on christmas eve.  ’

‘  what, you’ve never stabbed a guy in the heart and pushed him into the ocean?  ’

‘  i might be more scared of puppies than i am of snakes.  ’

‘  i look like a weirdo by today’s standards, but that’s okay. i feel the sexiest i’ve ever felt.  ’

‘  oh, things are going tits-up.  ’

‘  yes, i am floppy, but that’s neither here nor there.  ’

‘  everything else you have is shit.  ’

‘  i’m not gonna gloat here cause at a certain point i just feel bad for you.  ’

‘  do you tell ghost stories after sex?  ’

‘  one of my greatest fears is that someone will trick me into doing heroin.  ’

‘  i knew it, i’m a slime guy!  ’

‘  i’m not saying i’m right about everything, i just feel like i often am right about a lot of things.  ’

‘  no, no, no, no, no.  ’

‘  no, i just want to talk to the demons.  ’

‘  i’m gonna lock myself in here with a ghost.  ’

‘  i think this demon’s a wimp!  ’

‘  rock and roll, buckeroo!  ’

‘  hey, look… steal from the rich. do it!  ’

‘  can i go into work looking like this? no. this is trash.  ’

‘  i think your tummy’s got a demon.  ’

‘  i took an improv comedy class once. because i’m a white guy.  ’

‘  i’m sad and kinda delirious.  ’

‘  hey, you demon fuck!  ’

‘  i think ben franklin might have been involved in some weird sex parties.  ’

‘  it’s a nice sunset, enjoy it. it’s the last one you’re ever going to see.  ’

‘  it’s like satan’s cement butthole.  ’

‘  time’s a tickin’, show up and murder us.  ’

‘  yeah, you know, i like to keep you entertained.  ’

‘  oh shit, yeah, what about that, idiot?  ’

‘  i bet i could squeeze an apple until it exploded.  ’

‘  i’m not trying to do that whole dismiss it thing, but… i’m dismissing it.  ’

‘  shadows do tend to follow you, though… that’s sort of how they work.  ’

‘  i’m taking a selfie with some demons, yo!  ’

‘  ghost 101: one, knock book of shelf. two, uhh, hold a candlestick in the middle of the hallway. three… sheets.  ’

‘  we’re here for the cult stuff! we saw the ad on craigslist.  ’

‘  i’m ghost proof, baby!  ’

‘  honey, we gotta jazz it!  ’

‘  whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect this demon.  ’

‘  i’m gonna close the door and leave.  ’

‘  if you’re possessed, we’re not taking you home.  ’

‘  i worked very hard to be this tall!  ’

‘  once again not a single scratch on me, so that’s disappointing.  ’

‘  i think they would’ve been down to clown.  ’

‘  ever since then, i’ve been kind of terrified of avocados.   ’

‘  see this guys ass, by the way?  ’

‘  i’ll kill you if you touch my dog.  ’

‘  i don’t want to be a ghost hunter! this is all bullshit!  ’

‘  i don’t want you to have like a full mental break. maybe close. close would be good.  ’

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@blasphemousherald [x] :

there were some things that were difficult to let go of. for as long as she could remember, she had been taught to fear fen'harel. he who walks alone. the dread wolf, the betrayer – the clans had many names for him. they honoured him, certainly; erected statues in his name in the hopes he wouldn’t come for them, fearing that he might turn their attention to them they seek to appease. pray he’ll keep the evil spirits away.

but then things changed, and everything nuva knew about the creators was false – they were not creators. they weren’t even gods. they were powerful mages. warlords. slave owners. instead of their stories telling about how fen'harel betrayed the gods and locked them away, they should have told the stories of solas freeing hundreds of slaves from their chains and locking away their abusers out of desperation.

it had taken time for her to adjust to such knowledge, much as it had taken time for her to adjust to one arm. truth be told, she still hadn’t fully adjusted on either accounts, and solas had kept his distance. out of respect? out of fear? who knew. not her. all she knew was that he stood there before her, tension radiating off him and none of it mattered; she flung herself forward then, enveloping the elder elf in a hug – it didn’t matter that they had spoken recently (and dorian, frankly, did not receive enough credit for the wonders he could do), because now she knew for certain he was alive and safe. “it’s good to see you,” she murmured, bringing up her right hand to wipe the tears away, “did you run into any trouble?”

his hug said more than his words ever could (and she would argue that his love for speaking rivalled her own). “everything’s forgiven.”

Even elves were unpredictable. Much as he’d prefer to wave it away, to assign it a trait of shemlins and no more, such would be careless; he’d known as much of them for centuries beyond recount. Thus it was instinct that stiffened muscles yet further, ready to spring away at a moment’s notice, that set off nearly every single alarm bell in the cockles of too-wary mind with Nuva’s abrupt lurch forward -- yet... Was it stubbornness, trust, or folly that kept him rooted in place? ( I’m sorry, forgive me, I couldn’t. All hymns sung within the silence of closing distance. All equally chastisable; Dorian wouldn’t have brought they two together once again had there been a hint of malice. )

And so it seemed trust -- if not in both parties, then merely the latter -- was to be rewarded, and altogether overwhelming all at once. Settling into senses seconds following it arrival, arms ‘round his person was.... Pleasant, certainly, though far from what he might have expected. ( In particular, one ex-lover came to mind, spurring the throb of an old knife wound left long ago. ) Most assuredly something better sense begged be returned with intensity’s interest.

There was much to be said, and more to be explained. Perhaps ‘you were the one person I couldn’t tell’ came to mind, yet died all the same upon his tongue before its infancy. What reason, really, had he been unable to tell her? Or, rather, what reason stood up to the test of the bond between them, that wouldn’t tear apart whatever willingness to forgive ever-sweet Nuva offered?

“I... Thank you.” That was a start. Better, arguably, paired with weak smile. ( You can manage better... ) “All has been relatively calm... I trust you have adjusted reasonably?”

If not for verbal talent, he suspected very well that speech wouldn’t have come at all. Yet, it was her final statement that choked him up most -- that stopped whatever words he might’ve conjured in their tracks. All is forgiven. He’d not dared to think such a thing possible; surely, having been deceived ( not lied to, but semantics rarely earned anyone any standing closer to ‘good’ ) by friend and culture alike was enough -- but to add into the mix befriending the foe of ancient and modern times alike? No doubt that should have been enough for even the most reasonable to consider homicide or worse.

“You offer more than I deserve, da’len.”

#blasphemousherald #v. a new dawn rises

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#it is a rare soldier who can fight without letting it define him ( musings. ) #Solas vc: dump his ass

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