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#Out. #Hi! long time!! i was just considering.. #if i rebooted eiras blog... and moved her main verse to be something like my dmc au #Tbd

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#same

#▒ about. #' i know how i kiss; i've read books' is eira energy

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I’m gonna put eira thro a blog revamp :3c

#ooc. #tbd. #i miss her

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i only log in to reblog stuff it seems and i still love eira sm. 

#ooc. #tbd #i usually write muses who are a lot more distant and hardened but #with her there's always a forthright softness; she makes bad decisions but she still feels everything #she loves life! she has a tendency to view everything with rose tinted glasses and its so rare i'm able to write that

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You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You’ve just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.

Sylvain Reynard (via quotemadness)

#▒ musing. #She!! Does!!!

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yannis ritsos

from testimonies a

#▒ musing.

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can i just say again for probably the 100th time how much i love eira ???? : ( i kees her,,,,,,,, i love, her, i love what u built for her, her life / background ,,,,,,,,,, i'll die for her n u red,,,,

SHIBA ,,, 

I need to say though how much i adore  your characters in return and just how much love you put into them all of them so this means a whole lot to me and my trash warden thank u sm

#masiahs #ooc. #ask tag #save. #i forgot my tags here!! but i miss writing eira and this message brightened my day a whole lot

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Corypheus, disgusted: I searched in vain for the rest of us for so long, and you were the only one I found! How could you have come to this?

The Architect, languishing on a couch with a blissful smile, surrounded by pictures of the Warden in heart-shaped frames: Sorry, what?

#architect tag.

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#▒ musing.

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“You will stay a hyena, etc…,” shouts the demon who once crowned me with such pretty poppies. “Seek death with all your desires, and all selfishness,”

Arthur Rimbaud, from A Season in Hell; Jadis, si je me souviens bien. (via xshayarsha)

#▒ musing. #mouse tag.

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“ What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? ” // frm ur Amell sis, kiss

Iconic Lines | meme.

❝ Hmm! ❞   She  hums,  a  sing-song  chime  which  ripples  through  forest  silence ( it  livens  the  journey,  to  stimulate  the  mind  with  such  hypothetical  queries ). She  allows  the question  to  stand  amidst  the  air,   unanswered  but  mused  upon,  as  though  some  sort  of philosophy  spoken  from  a  past  Professor  or  Senior  Enchanter.  Her  thoughts  wrote  an essay,  and  yet  with  another,  she  discards  it  entirely.  

❝   —- I  would  say  the  latter.   ❞   Although,  she  supposes  it  may  be  impossible  for  her  to ever  know the  former.  A  walking  sin  of  men,  of  forbidden  knowledge  cast  onto  humans  and  elves  alike;  living,  breathing,  ALIVE   despite  the  pull  of  the  fade  and  countless  demons.  Enough  for  those  to  build  walls  around  a  child,  to  shudder  and  grow  cautious  ( read: fear ), to  renounce  her  existence.  Does  the  blight  crawling  in  her  bloodstream  not  confirm  these  facts?   Two  evils of  the  world  contained  within  one  body,  magic  and  corruption  one  and  the  same. 

                                             Ah,  she’s  a  wretched  sinful  thing.❝ I’ve  met  many  born  good,  who  take  the  Maker’s  words  into  their  mouthes  every other  hour.   ❞   Templars,  Sisters,  Mothers:  their  righteousness  absolute.  ❝ They  standby,  they see  no  side  but  their  own. ❞  A  selective,  deadly  sort  of  ignorance.   ❝   But  those  who choose  to  struggle  with  it,  who  fight  day  in  and  out,  they  come  out  the  better. They encourage  other  so-called  evil  people  to  do  the  same.  ❞

There’s  some  satisfaction  by  the  end  word,  a  figuratively  literal  skip  in  her  step,  as  she turns  to  her  new  found  company.         ❝  And,  what  are  your  thoughts—? ❞

#godmarked #▒ ic. #▒ post dao ; they call you hero / they call you warden. #▒ messages. #she loves... questions...

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Tonight I call my anger grief, tomorrow it will be a forest fire.

Excerpt from Mortal Hearts // L.H.Z

#▒ musing.

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A MAGE IS A FIRE MADE FLESH. They are men and women like any other, except for their skill with a weapon few are given. I say this to be clear that I do not think all mages should be put to the sword, as some believe. However, every mage walks through life with a blade drawn and ready, whether they wish it or not. Those who insist that mages are harmless must ask how the apostates who fling fire when the templars attack learned how to kill so well.  AND A DEMON ASLEEP.

#h ey. #promo for ts

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Iconic Lines From Modern Media That Are Raw As Fuck

“ Bold of you to assume I still have a soul. ”

“ I am a monument to all your sins. “

“ I’ll do whatever you want. ”

“ Then perish. ”

“ Violence for violence is the rule of beasts. ”

“ To become god is the loneliest achievement of all. ”

“ I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. ”

“ If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have. ”

“ I will face god and walk backwards into hell. ”

“ Everything that we know and love is reducible to the absurd acts of chemicals. ”

“ There is therefore no intrinsic value in this material universe. ”

“ All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove. ”

“ Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog? ”

“ Do you think God stays in heaven because he too, lives in fear of what he created? ”

“ Tell me the name of God. ”

“ Can you feel your heart burning? ”

“ Can you feel the struggle within? ”

“ The fear within me in beyond anything your soul can make. ”

“ You cannot kill me in any way that matters. ”

“ You kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies. ”

“ Violence in an art. Your body, the Louvre. ”

“ Even the godless end up worshiping something. ”

“ God wishes he were me. ”

“ One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled. ”

“ Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t. ”

“ Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end. ”

“ This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods. ”

“ Bury me shallow, I’ll be back. ”

“ There are no gods here. ”

“ Do I look like the kind of person who dies? ”

“ God’s dead and soon we will be too. ”

“ I thought there were no heroes left in this world. ”

“ I’ve been through hell and came out singing. ”

“ Pick a god and pray. ��

“ Too many people have opinions of things they know nothing about. ”

“ Too many people have opinions of things they know nothing about. The more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have. ”

“ The more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have. ”

“ What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? ”

“ Bold of you to assume I can die. “

#meme. #mobile.

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might fuck around might practice a dead religion

#▒ about.

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I’d love to see the “you and I, we aren’t so different” villainous trope used by the hero.

Many times villains are characters who are driven to doing bad things because they felt they had no other choices or this was all they could do to stay alive. They shun the law because it was never written to protect them. They are embittered because they feel, and because they are, alone. Cast aside, left behind, threatened, spat upon.

“You and I, we aren’t so different,” doesn’t have to be a reminder that something in the hero is foul. It can just as easily be used to remind the villain that they aren’t all society say is bad or wrong. “You and I, we aren’t so different,” can be an offered hand.

“You and I, we aren’t so different.”

It absolutely can be the most pretentious, insulting thing…but it can also be a hope. Compassion goes a very, very long way, even if you don’t see the road ahead immediately.

#ooc. #favourite....

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        Recently — what ?, she wants to ask, — been to The City of Chains ? A once noble family from said city, that’s what she remembered before she left. Refused to be sent to the circle and preferred to be an apostate ( like the Hawkes ( Malcolm, he wanted to say but held his tongue; sour taste ); have you no dignity left ? no shame ? no respect for our already tarnished name ? PERHAPS FATHER ); rather fend off on her own and away from an expectation. What good will it bring ? She realizes then that she stopped scrubbing and stared off towards the distance, to where she can make out the silhouette of Kirkwall. She avoided the city, almost forgetting it’s just beyond this forest she calls home; if only she can also forget she’s an Amell. The Witch angles her head back to the warden, head briefly shaking in response before she dips the armour into the water, watching the blood and grime polluting the river and as it dissipates, “   no — if you meant if I’ve been there   ”. She HAD been there, long time ago, but if it does still look the same last she remembered it ? She does not know. 

        The Witch stands then, satisfied of the work she had done with the old armours and weapons, tucking them underneath her arm. “   They do say that words are far worst than swords   ”, she almost laughs, but it sounds more that of a choked noise when one get hit on their ribs with something solid, her eyes even quickly regarding the hilt of the sword.  “   If you wish to trade, travel to Orzammar or Starkhaven   ”, she stands idly, uncertain. There’s a part of her that doesn’t want to leave just yet,  “   Kirkwall is rebuilding, so I’ve heard   ”.

        She motions then,  “   — i’d offer to accompany you, but what good will it bring ?   ”. Smiles, coy.

Her heart worn on sleeve;  concern  touches  the  crease  of  her  brow,  a  flicker  of  inquisitiveness behind  her  eyes  ( how  long  has  this  woman  lived  in  solitude  of  this  forest? )  ❝  And  faster.  More  grey  warden  mages  are  unwelcome,   if  the  rumours  I  hear  are  true.  ❞   Though,  she’s  so  sure  she  witnessed  his  body  lifeless  during  the  siege  at  Vigil’s  Keep----Bloody,  broken,  gone  far  before  she  arrived  to  witness  the  aftermath.  Failed  him  too,  even  more  so  if  he  was  the  cause  of  the  events  in  Kirkwall.    

❝  But,  unfortunately,  both  those  cities  offer  me  little. The  matter  is  quite---personal.  ❞      True,  they  were  kinder  to  the  wardens,  and  they’d  celebrate  an  arrival  of  herself ( she remembers  Duncan, in  all  good  graces,  standing  in  the  middle  of  Irving’s  office ).  Yet admiration  meant  nothing,  infamy  stings  like  the  searing  heat  of  metal  off  of  the  forge. Is  it  selfish---To  be  chasing  old  glory? A  past  lost  to  the  fading  memory  of  childhood? ( Can  hardly  remember  any  of  her  family’s  faces  by  now ).  She  had  to   see  the  estate,  at  the  very  least  once  before  Warden  matters  took  hold. Her  time  was  limited,  resources  and  magic  would  dwindle  if  she  didn’t  act  soon. 

❝ Perhaps  I  can  be  of  help  to  you  then. ❞   A  gesture  made  to  the  wares  she  held, glistening  iron  fresh  from  the  river.   ❝  And  Maker  knows,  I  also  need  a  guide. ❞   Even if it’s  spoken  direction,  a  finger  point  would  prove  time-saving  next  to  her  wandering.

#godmarked #▒ post dao ; they call you hero / they call you warden. #ic. #sis :c