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[wardcnamell]

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sorry i’ve been mia ! i’m about to start school again soon & work has been kicking my ass, so my time on here will be far & few between, but if you wanna hmu my main is @hellishrebuke​ !

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sorry i’ve been absent today ! i was in a car for most of the day & then right after i had 1 of 2 of my weekly dnd sessions, but i’ll be around for the rest of the night & part of tomorrow !

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if you’re interested in a STARTER from Kattrin, like this post !

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verses i wanna make for katt:

critrole ( possibly ? )

a rapunzel au because honestly ? the tropes are THERE. magic ? CHECK. a high tower ? CHECK. a secret noble ( the amell family !! ) ? CHECK.

katt the noblewoman au i conceptualized way back at the start of this blog & never did where kattrin nor her siblings had magic & the amell reputation was saved & aristide amell became viscount ( which would. also involve leandra never running away, or lies upon lies about where aristide sent her ).

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@vigilflight liked ✦

     word of stroud’s return from the marcher deep roads had reached kattrin a day or two ago, but swamped with her own duties & a little personal research she had started in her spare time, had left her unable to greet the man. she knew he had brought back a new recruit for her, a woman found tainted in the deep roads with her own party. she felt pity for her, forced into the wardens to save herself, but hopefully her own personal greeting could turn it into a better situation than it was.

     kattrin had promised herself to seek out the woman when she had a moment of time, which turned out to be near dinner that night. she’d give the recruit a warm welcome to the wardens, & perhaps get to know her better. the title of warden-commander still hung heavy on her shoulders, but it looked like making friends among her fellow wardens seemed to lessen its weight.

     with a vague description of appearance & on the hunt for an unfamiliar face, kattrin scanned the mess hall of vigil’s keep with a hawk’s eye. it took her a minute as she filled her own plate, but once she spotted her target, she made a beeline towards her.

     ❝ do you mind if i join you ? ❞ she asked, only pausing for a second before setting her plate down & taking a seat across from the other woman, ❝ hopefully the food is treating you well, i understand you’ve had a long journey here, correct ?  ❞

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a meta, re:kattrin’s spirit healing

all info under the cut !

in my canon, kattrin learned spirit healing from wynne. she so desperately wanted to help people, using her magic to do so, & with her interest in the fade & its denizens, the fit was perfect. wynne taught her how to reach out into the fade in a way that attracted the more benevolent spirits, ones more interested in helping than hurting. this lead kattrin to meeting her first healing spirit: passion.

passion was obviously, a spirit of passion. drawn to the same concept so prevalent in kattrin herself, it was no surprise that it was the first to come to her. she was warned by wynne to seriously vet the spirits she took into her service, as some could be demons masquerading as non-harmful spirits. luckily, passion was not a demon in disguise.

“To gain the services of such benevolent and righteous beings requires that the mage earn their trust. Often this requires a series of trials to prove that the mage's goals are as noble as the spirit demands...”

all passion wanted to know upon kattrin asking it to help with her spirit healing, was if she was serious about it. spirit healing requires a certain discipline & passion, one that requires constant vigilance through out the mage’s life so as not to fall prey to the demons that could potentially tempt them. kattrin was absolutely serious about it (she starts to learn in the aftermath of the broken circle quest, when her emotions are still running high & all she wants to do is simply make sure her friends, her family, stay alive). reflecting on the events that had lead kattrin to this point, as well as the passion she was feeling right then, the spirit agreed to be under her service & to help whenever it could.

kattrin’s second healing spirit was a spirit of faith. in the wake of the fifth blight, kattrin’s faith in the maker & andraste was all but lost, a few empty prayers when she was at her darkest. she had severe doubt in herself & in the world around her.

i haven’t played awakening yet, but i imagine faith came to her during that time, or after the events at vigil’s keep (i’m currently doing my second playthrough of kattrin’s file due to the first one becoming corrupted when i downloaded awakening in the midst of it & not allowing me to access the dlc once i’d completed the game).

perhaps she was reaching out to passion while healing someone, but instead found faith. faith helped her then, healing the wounded below her hands, & later on kattrin reached out to it.

faith’s trial involved kattrin proving faith in her own self, in her own abilities. faith took the longest to gain the trust & service of, but eventually kattrin was graced with its presence during her healing.

kattrin’s believe in andrastianism never came back in full, but her prayers are a little less empty, a little more meaningful.

the third & last spirit was that of hope. kattrin had always been full of it, & despite all hardship in her life & the times where she was full of a crippling doubt.

kattrin reached out into the fade to communicate with passion & faith, & along the way hope had shown up & latched onto that last bit of itself kattrin had in a world hellbent on destroying itself. i imagine this was around the beginnings of the mage-templar war.

the feeling of hope in the mortal world was waning fast, with very few having anything resembling optimism for the future left in them. hope was the easiest to gain favor with; a simple promise of looking on the bright side when she could, & using her abilities to bring hope to those she helped.

overall, kattrin’s relationship with her spirits are a bit curious, compared to that of other spirit healers, imo. she doesn’t just see them as a means to her healing, but as beings she should treat with respect. she talks to them regularly, mostly when dreaming, & if there’s something amiss with her practice, she fixes it. she knows that if she treats them well, they will treat her the same.

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julia.

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mademyselfreal.

     a touch as gentle as his own, a mind to match. healers want to help but not all of them are as kind. they don’t remember him unless he gets in the way, & even then they’ll forget after too long, memories blurring his shape into something else, something meaningless. but he can tell she’s different already, can hear the echoes of the fade in her voice, a chorus of spirits pushing through. similar to solas, but instead of the raw fade she asks for help, and the spirits oblige. 

     weaving his way past the healers & visitors, he falters only when near, unsure of what he’s doing (not entirely uncommon, but still unsettling). there’s pain to heal, there always is, but there’s excitement this time too. i’m a spirit that helps, you’ve met others like me, haven’t you?

     ❝ you talk to them, ❞  fingers fidget with the hem of his sleeve, ❝ service, succor, save the suffering and yourself at the same time. ❞  a tentative step forward, eyes lingering on her aura, the faint glow of the fade that surrounds her (not quite as bright as the inquisitor’s, or even solas’, but pleasant all the same). 

     ❝ you don’t use spirits, and they don’t use you. they want to help & you help them do it. ❞  there’s a part of him that wonders what it would have been like to find her instead of the real cole, though he pushes those thoughts down before he has any time to dwell on them. ❝ i help too. i try. ❞

     she doesn’t startle as easy as she used to, but kattrin is still caught slightly off guard when the boy speaks to her, pulling her completely out of her thoughts. she cocks her head at his words, listening as he talks, & suddenly he is slightly more familiar to her now. cole, she thinks his name is, if her brief conversations with the elven mage & ser tethras are anything to go by. she hadn’t spent much time getting to know the rest of the inquisition’s prominent figures yet, but somehow word of the boy in front of her had made its way back to her.

     she gives him a gentle smile, stepping a few feet closer. she can feel the energy of the fade wrapped around him like a tight blanket, no mistaking it. she’s always been a bit more sensitive to the callings of the fade, ever since she took that first spirit of passion into her service so many years ago. ❝ i try to keep a good rapport between myself & the spirits i call friends, ❞ she says, ❝ otherwise i’d be a pretty poor spirit healer, wouldn’t i ? ❞

     kattrin manages to catch a glance at his face under the wide brim of his hat, trying to become more familiar with him & stick a face to what she presumed was his name. ❝ cole, isn’t it ? i’ve been told about you, but i believe this is our first meeting. you can call me kattrin, if you like. perhaps, if you’re keen on helping, you could assist me for a bit ? a second set of hands is always welcomed in a healer’s camp. ❞

#mademyselfreal #― ✧ ┋ in death sacrifice ⸢ verse 3. ⸥

[wardcnamell]

ooc.

things to do:

replies & starters !

finish the spirit healing meta i was writing ( it’s coming along ! )

m a y b e ? make a critrole verse,,,,,,,,

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rp sentence starters taken from rupi kaur’s work , the sun and her flowers.

“ my heart cracked inside my body. ” “ no one is coming in and no one is getting out. ” “ i deserved someone who was willing to stay.” “ a dozen different thoughts tear through me each second. ” “ i envy the winds who still witness you. ” “ i could be anything in the world. ” “ but i wanted to be his. ” “ what does love look like? ” “ i realized how naive i have been. ” “ i’m about to get up and walk right out the door. ” “ you cannot walk in and out of me like a revolving door. ” “ you took the sun with you when you left. ” “ when you plunged the knife into me you also began bleeding. ” “ you will suffer the way you make me suffer. ” “ i think my body knew you would not stay. ” “ your absence is a missing limb. ” “ it must be hard to live with what ifs. ” “ how did we live through it and how are we still living? ” “ i can tell when you’re lying. ” “ the person i fell in love with was a mirage. ” “ i notice everything i do not have. ” “ i hardened under the last loss. ” “ all i dream is to soften. ” “ i barely feel like living. ” “ why are you so unkind to me? ” “ you are waiting for someone who is not coming back. ” “ i was the warmest place you knew. ” “ you turned me cold. ” “ the irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time. ” “ you must see no worth in yourself. ” “ worth is not something we transfer. ” “ growth is a process. ” “ your actions are not my responsibility. ” “ it’s okay to let others help pick up the pieces. ” “ i do not weep because i’m unhappy. ” “ i have everything and yet i am unhappy. ” “ nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you. ” “ all you own is yourself. ” “ you have already rotted. ” “ there is nothing left for me to do. ” “ what if nothing wants me because i do not want me? ” “ i am both the poison and the antidote. ” “ i have survived far too much to go quietly. ” “ my death will be grand. ” “ all i’ve ever known is pain. ” “ never feel guilty for starting again. ” “ i am the ghost of ghosts. ” “ there is god in you. ”  

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Amber Heard as Mera in Aquaman (2018) dir. James Wan

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

APHRODITE.

laughter loving,   sweet  smiles,   dressed in silk and satin,   flower in their hair,   sees the world as a runway,   unapologetically  sexual,   the sea washing their ankles,   in love with love,   stirrer of passion,   cunning concealed by painted lips,   secret  daggers,   doves,   revolution  in their kiss,   delighting in the waves,   flirtatious winks,   strolling along the beach,   staring wistfully from a balcony,   this is how to be a heartbreaker,   wants to be adored,   gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO.

glitz and glamour,   art galleries,   turning the volume up,   BEING MADE OF GOLD,   neatly-organized music sheets,   notebooks filled with poetry,   bathing in the sunlight,   the powerful urge to create,   collecting vinyl records,   beautiful cover of Wonderwall,   playing multiple instruments,   tasting like sunshine,   healing touch,   speaking in prophecies,   smile mingled with wrath,   shunning lies,   sporting  shades,   hanging out at music festivals with their friends,    sleeps naked,     arrow to the heart,    paint brushes,   probably has a Tinder account.

ARES.

armed for battle,   wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children,   gives piggy back rides,   scarred body,   blood on their hands and face,   willing to fight the world for the ones they love,   fights against injustice,   warm hugs,  well-worn combat boots,   boxing gloves,  bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles,   fist raised in protest,   ignites revolutions,   fear  is  a  prison,   more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think,   exhausted,   damaged goods,   force to be reckoned with,   red  roses,   curses under  heir breath.

ARTEMIS.

keen sense of a hunter,     freckles like constellations on their skin,   piercing  eyes,  disheveled braid,   moonlight peeking through the shadows,   the calm of the forest at night,  lying on the grass and staring at the stars,   mother doe and her fawn,   protecting their kin,   the moon shimmering on a still lake,    quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree,     running with wolves,   bonding while circled around a campfire,   not being much of a people person,   arrow hitting a target,   popping egos,   patience on  3%,  touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA.

discerning gaze,   unreadable face,   quiet museums,   owl perched on their finger,   armor that intimidates,   eye for architecture,   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses,   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid,   big fan of  logic,   loves brain teasers,   ancient buildings,   sweaters in neutrals and cool colors,   hair  done  up,   can kill you with their brain,   heads to the library often to research,   sharpened pencils,   abs that can cut steel,   stoic statues,   pottery classes.

DEMETER.

soil-covered hands,   smile that can bloom flowers,   skin loved by the sun,   being the mom-friend,   can lift you and your friends,   flowers kept in the pockets of overalls,   takes pride in their beautiful garden,   speaks to their plants,   leaves rustling in the wind,   stalks of wheat,   picking fruit,  heart as strong as a mountain,   values simplicity,   daisies dotted along collarbones,   curls frowned with flowers,   folded pile of sweaters in warm hues,   pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS.

drunk shitposter,   on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second,   seductive smirks,   untamed curls,   rich fabrics on dark skin,   sleek-furred panthers,   theater masks,   stage productions,   receiving a standing ovation,   rose caught between their teeth,   being the baby of the bunch,   wild parties that last from sundown to sunup,   creeping vines,   inspiring loyalty,   grand opera houses,   masquerade balls,   rolls of film,   shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor,   pouring champagne into flutes,   lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS.

the calloused hands of someone who knows labor,   sweaty brow,    flame burning in their eyes,    inventive mind,    broad shoulders,   steampunk goggles,  nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes,    ashes,   striking a match,   blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted card and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness,   work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, grease-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA.

resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES.

devil-may-care smile,   always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes rebull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON.

storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with pain, own several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for DIY projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers,   playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS.

thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, baddass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

TAGGED BY :  stolen from @templion ! TAGGING :  shrug emoji

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                 MY NAME IS DEATH AND THE END IS HERE 

sideblog! follows from @shutupjay

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* ∘ ∙ — soft sentence starters (pt.4)

tw for suicidal thoughts.

❛i used to be a better person.❜

❛everything tastes like blood, now.❜

❛i’m not easy to love.❜

❛you motivate me to make myself a better person.❜

❛do you ever feel worthless?❜

❛i pretend a lot of shit doesn’t get to me.❜

❛if the world gets too cold & lonely, don’t worry. i’ll protect you.❜

❛the world has always been cruel.❜

❛please don’t forget me.❜

❛i wish i could love you right.❜

❛there’s a reason i can’t love.❜

❛i’ve always been prepared to die.❜

❛maybe i did get my hopes up too high.❜

❛god, i’m so in love with you.❜

❛remember that you can’t save everyone.❜

❛i want to be loved, it aches within my ribs.❜

❛they aren’t even nightmares; they’re memories.❜

❛i’ll protect you.❜

❛there’s a reason why i wander alone.❜

❛you deserve the world, & i can’t give it to you.❜

❛i’m afraid that somebody else might take my place.❜

❛i’m a horrible person & i know it.❜

❛i’d sell my soul & turn myself inside out to make sure no one i love gets hurt again.❜

❛maybe i should just die.❜

❛i wish i wasn’t so fucked up.❜

❛would you fall in love with me?❜

❛i just want the freedom to make my own mistakes.❜

❛i’m not yours to control.❜

❛i always think that one of these days you’ll leave me behind.❜

❛i’m not good at relationships.❜

❛i wonder why i’m still running.❜

❛love me or hate me. just choose one, please.❜

❛trust the magic of beginnings.❜

❛remember all of the places we could’ve gone?❜

❛you were born to chase the stars.❜

❛as long as you’re happy, don’t worry about me.❜

❛i could disappear forever & it wouldn’t make a difference.❜

❛sorry to bother you again.❜

❛please don’t blame yourself.❜

❛you deserve much better.❜

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im in the mood to do some aesthetic boards so ! if we’re mutuals like this post & i’ll do one for your muse / one of ur muses if ur a multi-muse !

capping off at 4 !

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if you’re interested in a STARTER from Kattrin, like this post !

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