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westcalled · 4 years
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everyone is allowed to say fuck just once: the holy trinity
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gedwimora · 4 years
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@sonofgondcr​ asked for FARAMIR
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“Boromir!” the cry comes as he bounds down the stairs and over breathless to his brothers side, smiling merrily. “I hope I did not keep you waiting overlong. As it turns out I misremembered where the books I’d read last went on the shelves and when I came for more this morning I nearly had to beg the librarian not to have me set in chains.” He laughs breathily. “And I had thought ranging was dangerous, the danger is in our very halls!”
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goldcnlicn · 4 years
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( @sonofgondcr​ wrote ||: “Why can’t we just talk about it —” )
“Because it’s a stupid idea and I won’t agree upon it.” He snapped and put the dried plate down a little harsher than necessary and tossed the towel aside before he leaned forward, heavy on the counter instead of turning around. What Brandon suggested was absurd. There was no way  Jaime would ever agree on letting their relationship go because Brandon had decided to go into the military. Something he didn’t argue much about because it was Brandon’s life after all and it was his choice but then breaking up was not just Brandon’s choice in this situation. He didn’t get to make that decision on his own and it was an unnecessary topic to bring up because Jaime wouldn’t agree so there was no need to waste energy and breath on it.
“It’s not happening, end of discussion.” He was angry and perhaps a little sad as well, both about thinking of Brandon leaving but also about Brandon leaving and not coming back to him but to his own place. “Or is this your way of telling me you don’t love me anymore? using this as an excuse to leave me?” he then asked, he tried to keep his voice steady but even a deaf man could hear the sadness in his voice and a blind man could see his tense shoulders sag and his posture change. He couldn’t even turn around to look at him now, because he was sure he was going to cry and they didn’t need that right now.
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nihtfrowann · 4 years
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@sonofgondcr​​​ asked for                       Feyre !
     Human lands-   it had been a   𝐖 𝐇 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄   since last visited. Seeing plain lands often left Feyre with a rather bitter taste pressing against her palate.                            they didn’t like the fair folk   &   for a good reason too. Even with some threats eliminated their   𝐁 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃   with humankind was still fragile. Hence these dreadful meetings.   What a joy it was to carry the title of High Lady-   sometimes.                           feet touched the floor, and a groan fled past her lips. The lack of the weight of her wings felt oddly   𝐅 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆,   but walking after spending such a long time in the air made her steps a little wonky.     ❝   Great-   ❞     Curses sounded under her breath, briefly lifting her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.     ❝   Were we not supposed to   𝐌 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓   them here ?   ❞    Feyre called behind her, not truly expecting an answer from her convoy.    ❝   - or are we just too late, again.   ❞
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elessaer · 4 years
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@sonofgondcr​
he’d  sat  in  this  chair  as  a  boy,  feet  tucked  up  beneath  him  as  he’d  read  for  hours,  warm  and  content  within  the  fair  walls  of  imladris.  now,  however,  the  portrait  of  isildur  seems  to  ever  draw  his  eyes,  lift  his  gaze  from  ancient  tome  and  hold  it  steady.  
it  seems  to  him  now  that  it  has  caught  the  attention  of  another  in  the  pale  light.  a  man,  aragorn  realizes  instantly,  and  book  is  laid  gently  aside.  “there  are  few  of  our  kin  called  to  the  council,”  voice  is  gentle  so  as  not  to  break  the  quiet  reverie  of  the  room,  not  to  echo  through  gilded  rooms  and  courtyards,  “you  must  have  traveled  for,  for  i  do  not  think  you  one  of  the  dunedain  of  the  north,  nor  do  i  suspect  the  bree-folk  have  interest  in  such  matters  as  these.”  the  corner  of  his  mouth  lifts  in  the  faintest  of  smiles now,  tired  but  easy.  “nor  from  rohan,  from  your  garb.  gondor,  then?”
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murkyhazed-hasmoved · 4 years
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@sonofgondcr​
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❝ this day is as grim as they come. ❞  a day which had been hard on them all.  the loss of gandalf weighed heavy on the hearts of tall and short alike.  for gimli, not only did he suffer the passing of gandalf, but also the discovery of all his kin wiped from existence.  ❝ the mines were my idea.  were it not for that perhaps the wizard would still walk among us. ❞
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rcsiecotton · 4 years
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         “And at long last I get to meet the great captain of Gondor--” There’s a smile, warm and sweet. “I have heard a great deal about you, it’s a pleasure.”
@sonofgondcr​ ;; starter call
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withinycu-arch · 4 years
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sonofgondcr replied to your post: “-me listening to an audiobook of ramses the damned mostly because...”:
are you kidding lmao
she seems very selective with how she researches things and it’s frustrating
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therapardalis · 4 years
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[Lucifer starter from @sonofgondcr​. (Accepting)]
'I thought we were past you thinking you’re invincible?'
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“I am - ah! - I am invincible.” Thera stretches, spine curving back and a short, unhappy sound leaving her lips as the muscles protest. “I merely need to change where the definition lies.”
That definition probably hadn’t been very close to falling asleep in a wooden chair, upper body leaned sideways to where there was thankfully a wall - the other side would have spilled her undecorously to the floor, although in bitter honesty even that may not have caused her to wake at the time.
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“All’s well, my Lord.” A clumsy attempt at hiding behind formality, to disguise that while she might admit her exhaustion to herself she will not do so aloud - despite the tall and knowing gaze upon her, so reminiscent of the one she gives to stubborn patients every other day. “Truly.” There might be a sigh of concession as her shoulders move, easing far too little of the stiffness in them upon first try. She has the strength to carry on, but not to quarrel on it with a man just as obstinate as she.
“Let me make my first rounds,” And with that perhaps the definition changes again, “and then we will see.”
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theboatbuilderswife · 4 years
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‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾     @sonofgondcr​​​ asked the herbalist:                    ❝  i remember every dying whisper ,  every desperate murmur .    ❞
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               𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙵𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽   𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈   𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙲𝚃     -a pain shared impossible to explain. It were not the fields of battle she herself had once behold, but the agony shared for what her father and his father had seen when blood dripped from the tips of their swords. It was her wish to bring light   &   healing, for the dark had long since settled in middle earth, leaving nothing but a heavy veil hovering over the lands of the free.
     ❝   Yet you fought to preserve what good this world still has.   ❞     A good she wished to protect herself. There was beauty in both starlight and that of the burning sun in the sky. The green of grass and one’s own shimmering reflection in the water. Helga knew she was a dreamer, her father had scolded her for it plenty of times.     ❝   And you saw victory, despite the cost. Those people gave their lives knowing what sacrifice was needed. If you knew the possible outcome, would you ever regret dying fighting for it ?   ❞
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dunadaneth · 4 years
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❝ There will come a time when the road before you splits, and you must decide your path. ❞
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        It was not so strange to hear words of wisdom from the man before her, though many years he had less than she. War often took its 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋 from the young, as it had her, what seemed like ages ago. It should not have to be so.
       But with the 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 only separated by the Ered Lithui from the White City, one learned the world was not as good and as kind as it should have been.
       She stood there for a moment, grey eyes meeting his, and the silence pervaded as she thought on his words. How many choices had he had to make, when he did not want to? When the consequences were felt by 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 than just him? 
“I know,” she said, without reproach. Life in the Wilds was always of choices, of regrets- but also of opportunity and hope. “And it will never be easy to know which is the 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 one.”
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westcalled · 4 years
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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 @sonofgondcr​
𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺  him  one  of  her  own  people,  his  bearing  and  countenance  similar  enough  to  have  her  pause.  yes,  some  of  the  old  blood  runs  in  his  veins,  amera  thinks,  knows  almost  instinctively,  though  his  garb  is  richer  and  that  of  a  soldier,  not  that  of  a ranger.  “i  would  think  you  of  the  north,  friend,  were  it  not  for  the  emblem  you  bear.” 
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a  hand  gestures  loosely  to  his  bracers  and  a  small  glimmer  of  a  smile  appears,  “not  oft’  do  i  see  the  white  tree  in  these  lands  nor  oft‘ do  men  of  gondor  tread  them.”
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eadrg · 4 years
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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 , : —           liked by :  @sonofgondcr​
                                                                                        A FAMILIAR      sight   seems   blessing   tipped  ,      friend   to   éorlings   who   crosses   into   their   lands  ,      and   relief   blossoms   that   his   men   shall   not   see   battle   come   this   day  .     this   gondorian   has   been   friend   to   his   people  ,    and   welcome   is   due   from   third   marshal  ,    for   friends   grow   few   and   far   between   as   darkness   blooms   unceasing  .     the   third - marshal   laughs   atop   his   horse  ,     warrior - built  ,     a   picture   of   the   line   of   éorl   and   bold  ,    and   young  ,    and   at   home   out   here   among   the   greens  .
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                                                                                        ❝  my   scouts   heard   tell   of   a   strange   man   roaming   these   hills  ,     scaring   the   villagers  ,      and   wearing   the   garb   of   the   white   tree  .     would   you   happen   to   know   who.  that   was   ? ❞
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goldcnlicn · 4 years
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( @sonofgondcr​​ wrote ||: 💧 )
The worst part about Brandon leaving was not the worry about him maybe getting hurt or the absence in their house, in their bed, or in his life. It was the waiting. The idle waiting for anything. a phone call, a letter, someone showing up to tell him that he had passed or that he was injured or his arrival back home was the worst part of all. It was the same every time. Luckily he kept himself busy, and when he started to spiral into an anxious loop someone came around and tried to keep him busy and distracted so he wouldn’t go insane.
By now he’d paced around the airport too many times and people were giving him looks, he couldn’t sit still, he only bounced right back up again and he started to pace again. Someone would probably call security on him soon. Then it seemed like everything happened at once, all the passengers that had reclaimed their bags were coming down the stairs and Jaime stopped and scanned the crowd for the familiar face. finally spotting Brandon in the crowd he made his way forward towards him, once he reached him he wrapped his arms tight around the man’s neck and shoulders and buried his face in his neck without a word. He wasn’t even aware that he was crying, maybe his eyes had watered when he spotted him, but he was sure he did when he felt Brandon wipe them away and his eyes were blurry when he looked at him. “Hi -” he said weakly, a soft smile on his lips. “Welcome home.”
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theharellan · 4 years
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TAGGED  BY : @amaltlhea TAGGING :  @dalishunter, @fadelilted, @ofgildedmuses (roisin), @carvenking, @sonofgondcr, @lathsuledin, @seekerdivine​, @seahaloed (rim katoh), @andrasteguidesme, @champions-folly (hawke), @idolbound, @ me if you want to do this!
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—    BASICS.
▸     IS    YOUR    MUSE    TALL    /    SHORT    /    AVERAGE ? He’s 5′8″. Headcanons for elves tend to vary in rp, but Solas in-game is shorter than m!Lavellan but taller than other elves, it seems. I put him as being about average, maybe slightly above average, in comparison with modern elves, but on the short side for many ancient elves.
▸      ARE    THEY    OKAY    WITH    THEIR    HEIGHT ? He’s fine with it, and he’s also often confused when people are insecure about their height.
▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE ? When he had hair, it was a red/auburn colour depending on how much sun he was getting to it. He kept it long for most of his life, but took on the habit of shaving it whenever he changed names, shearing the memories of the old name from him. So as Fen’Harel it was kept shorter, and when he took the name Solas he decided to remain bald because hair is a hassle especially when you can’t talk it into behaving. For the most part he wore it in smaller braids or up in a bun, and there were periods where it was just a mess, as it’s naturally thick and wavy, prone to tangles. Usually when he’d been sleeping for a long time and nature had started to tangle itself into it. A literal birds nest.
▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING ? No, especially not by Inquisition, where he mostly just cleans himself. In Elvhenan he would sometimes have his hair and make up done, and in modern sometimes Ian will put him in make up, but it’s an occasional thing rather than day-to-day.
▸      DOES   YOUR   MUSE   CARE   ABOUT   THEIR   APPEARANCE   /   WHAT    OTHERS    THINK ? Not particularly, given his apathetic reaction to companions mocking/teasing his clothes and general appearance. The only time he might be conscious of how he looks is if he means to impress someone, or if he wants to remain inconspicuous.
—    PREFERENCES.
▸     INDOORS    OR    OUTDOORS ?  Outdoors ▸     RAIN    OR    SUNSHINE ?  Sunshine ▸     FOREST    OR    BEACH ?  Forest ▸     PRECIOUS    METALS    OR    GEMS ?   Gems ▸     FLOWERS    OR    PERFUMES ?  Flowers ▸     PERSONALITY    OR    APPEARANCE ?  Personality ▸     BEING    ALONE    OR    BEING    IN    A    CROWD ?  Neither ▸     ORDER    OR    ANARCHY ?  Anarchy ▸     PAINFUL    TRUTHS    OR    WHITE    LIES ?  Painful truths ▸     SCIENCE    OR    MAGIC ?  Magic ▸     PEACE    OR    CONFLICT ?  Peace ▸     NIGHT    OR    DAY ?  Day ▸     DUSK    OR    DAWN ?  Dusk ▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ?  Warmth ▸     MANY   ACQUAINTANCES    OR    A    FEW    CLOSE    FRIENDS ?  Close friends ▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ?  Reading
—    QUESTIONNAIRE.
▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS ? He assumes he knows things and so most of his lessons learned are incredibly harsh ones that could be much softer lessons if he wasn’t so authoritative in what he knows (or thinks he knows). Despite generally being a caring person his guard is up so often that it makes people mistake him for the opposite, and while sometimes this is intentional, it isn’t always. He’s also very prepared to be told he’s crazy and so when confronted with Dalish elves or Chantry faithful, etc, he’s cagier than he probably should be, sometimes leading to friendships having colder beginnings than perhaps necessary (especially in the case of Dalish elves, I can’t really blame him for being slow to trust people who cage mages). What I’m saying here is he’s pride and he’s also prejudice.
▸      HAS    YOUR    MUSE    LOST    ANYONE    CLOSE    TO    THEM ?      HOW    HAS    IT    AFFECTED    THEM ? It’s easier to list the people Solas hasn’t lost, tbh. Mythal, Wisdom, and countless members of the rebellion and former friends lost when the Veil was created. It’s made him distant and slow to fully trust, especially because some of the people he “lost” he lost not to death but to corruption.  By the time of Inquisition Solas has few remaining allies whom he feels comfortable sharing intimate feelings with, and then loses another when Wisdom is summoned against its will. It’s also filled him with a lot of guilt over the years, some where he feels he could’ve prevented it had circumstances been different (Mythal, Wisdom) and others where he is directly responsible, even if he had his reasons (the Veil deaths).
▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    FOND    MEMORIES    YOUR    MUSE    HAS ?   Solas is a unique case in that he has many fond memories that aren’t his own, see: every memory he recounts to you when you prompt him in-game, although some are bittersweet. Memories unique to him are early memories with Wisdom, where they bartered for knowledge, with Wisdom taking what he knew of his little village in return for older memories that opened his eyes to the world beyond. He has fond memories of painting in Elvhenan, sharing inspiration with other artists, and of the rebellion– he misses the songs the rebels would sing most of all.
▸     IS    IT    EASY    FOR    YOUR    MUSE    TO    KILL ? No, as mentioned in banter with Iron Bull, Solas is very aware of the fact that the people they kill have families and lives, and that even if killing them is necessary it will bring someone else grief.  When you find Inquisition agents killed in the field of battle on the Storm Coast his first thought is to contact their families with the news. While he’s accustomed to battle and gore, in the aftermath it’s easy for him to slip into melancholy and reflection, and guilt. It’s something he does and continues to do because he feels it necessary, but it’s never easy on him.
▸      WHAT’S    IT    LIKE    WHEN    YOUR    MUSE    BREAKS    DOWN ? When Solas breaks it’s very ugly. He doesn’t cry easily, and when he does fracture he can most often hold it until he’s alone. If you think of the scenes where you see Solas at his most open and vulnerable (his personal quest, the grove if romanced, Trespasser) those are scenes where his sorrow is held as close to his chest as possible until he feels safe letting it go. There’s a reason each of those scenes end with Solas isolating himself in some way. Even alone he has a habit of covering his face and will often struggle to breathe while he’s breaking down, verging on panic attacks. Over the years he’s gotten better at making sure he keeps breathing through his sorrow, but he does succumb especially in the aftermath of a something that has traumatised him.
▸      IS    YOUR    MUSE    CAPABLE    OF    TRUSTING    SOMEONE    WITH    THEIR    LIFE ? To a point. Solas sees any comrade-in-arms as someone he has to trust with his life, especially as a mage. He puts himself at the mercy of the warriors and rogues he fights beside, trusting them to keep him safe as much as they hopefully trust him to keep a barrier on them whenever he is able. There is a level of mistrust outside of a fight, but in Inquisition this is mostly downplayed because he’s just a nobody mage and not a leader of any sort. Those he needs to trust in Inquisition to protect him, he does. Trusting people with his secrets and his feelings is much more difficult for him to do than laying his life in someone’s hands.
▸      WHAT’S    YOUR    MUSE    LIKE    WHEN    THEY’RE    IN    LOVE ? Surprisingly sweet, or surprising to some people. While he is conflicted about acting on his feelings, the longer he and Ian are in a relationship the more accustomed he becomes to physical displays of affection, especially outside the Fade. Despite the degree of distance caused by the secrets he has, he manages to become emotionally closer to Ian than he could’ve ever imagined, their close proximity giving Ian glimpses into issues Solas has that others in the Inquisition wouldn’t be aware of. He comes across as more content, and more personable, the members of the Inquisition who meet him when he’s around Ian have a different perception of him than those who meet him alone (the example I often go to is the woman who often waits with Solas at the gates of Skyhold as she waits for her wife’s return and Solas waits for Ian– she perceives him as a lot softer than a member of the Inner Circle).
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elessaer · 4 years
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“𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻  hold  theoden’s  hesitance  against  him,  boromir,”  a  hand  is  placed  gently  upon  muscled  shoulder,  reassuring,  “the  eorlingas  are  loyal  to  him,  yes,  but  rohan  has  not  the  might  nor  force  of  arm  as  gondor.  his  wariness  to  stand  against  the  might  of  isengard  upon  open  plain  is  not  fully  misplaced.”  
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still,  aragorn  thinks,  time  is  a  luxury  theoden  cannot  afford  now.  with  each  passing  day,  the  forges  &  mines  of  isengard  churn  and  glow  red,  black  clouds  spewing  against  blue  sky.  edoras  is  restless,  that  much  he  also  knows,  as  word  of  carnage  throughout  the  westfold  spreads.  “theoden  would  listen  to  you,   were  you  to   offer  your  counsel,”  aragorn  states  it  quietly  but  with  a  firm  certainty,  “you  know  of  war,  of  how  best  to  defend  against  the  enemy’s  machinations.   rohan  has  not  yet  faced  the  enemy  as  you  have.  he  would  listen,  boromir,  and  he  would  listen  well.” 
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