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Conformist     ☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆     Rebel      Naive     ☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆     Cynical Indecisive     ☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆     Inflexible    Selfish     ☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆     Self-sacrificing  Apathetic     ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     Emotional    Fearful     ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     Reckless   Childish     ☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆     Humourless  Dependent     ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     Distant     Passive     ☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆     Aggressive 

balancing personality flaws

#headcanon tag

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Unusual Word Headcanon Prompts #1

Acersecomic: How much effort do they put into personal grooming and hygiene?

Biblioclasm: Is there something about themselves they wish fewer people knew about?

Cacodemonomania: Do they believe in the paranormal? If so, have they had any supernatural encounters?

Dactylion: What are their views on swearing and profanity?

Enantiodromia: What's the most extreme personality shift they've gone through in their life?

Fanfaronade: Are they one to boast? What things are they prone to brag about, if any?

Gorgonize: What distracts them when they're trying to get things done?

Hamartia: What is their worst character flaw that they themselves don't recognize?

Infandous: What topics will they refuse to speak about?

Jettatura: If they could place a magical curse on their worst enemy, what would they want the curse to do?

Ktenology: Have they ever planned a murder, whether serious or not? If so, describe what they planned to do.

Leptosome: How is their body image?

Montivagant: How often do they get lost?

Noegenesis: Are there any topics that they love to think about deeply?

Ostentiferous: What's the unluckiest thing that's ever happened to them?

Pogonotrophy: What are their thoughts on facial hair, both on themselves and/or others?

Quockerwodger: Who do they most often mock?

Recumbentibus: What was their greatest victory?

Scripturient: Are they a good writer? What do they usually write, if anything?

Tarantism: Describe their dancing style.

Ultracrepidarian: What do they think they know more about than they actually do?

Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?

Welter: What subject will they never fully understand?

Xenization: How do they feel about interacting with strangers?

Yonderly: What kinds of things do they think about when they zone out?

Zugzwang: What's the trickiest problem they face in their life right now?

#memes

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“I... haven’t thought about it much. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done plenty of looking, but touchings’ where it starts getting messy.”

“What about you? Fancy anyone in particular?”

“Good way to think. Keeps your head on straight.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Anybody else out here catch your eye?”

#bullshittting

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“That’s a nice way to look at it...” A smile spread across her face slowly. Cauthrien was right, no point in wallowing in the past. A lot of vets seemed to do that; sit around and talk and talk about old battles and causes, so much so that they didn’t get to enjoy the future they spent so much time fighting for. It was a shame, really.

“Hey, maybe someday I’ll be talking like this with some young upstart, just like this? You know, after we win. If we win.”

“… I have not met their like. But you should not think about it, I joined the army to ensure no Ferelden had to suffer so again. Let the veterans remember it, then let it die with us, Maker knows you’ll have your own horrors to remember by the end.”

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Arrows and peonies

-micron and colored pencil

#musings

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“I suppose that’s true...” Ritts couldn’t help feeling sorry for the hypothetical raiders who could have become prey to the giant beast. Sure, they hadn’t chosen the best career path, but they were still people. Any one of them could have turned it all around, just like she did.

“Still, I think it’s a good thing the blasted thing’s out of our hair. If there wasn’t much for it to eat out there, it wouldn’t’a stayed in the desert for long.”

“Ah.” She still wasn’t sure whether that was sarcasm or not.

“Oh, I was terrified. I kind of wish we hadn’t had to kill her— the area isn’t too populated anyway, so she only would have been a danger to the raiders. But she attacked us first, and there isn’t much place to hide in the desert,” she said with a shake of her head. “Mythal must have been looking out for me, that nobody died.” She said it casually, without an emphasis on the god, but it was still a correction.

#touchedxbyxfate

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[I. I don’t know how I got so many new followers after being inactive for so long, but thank you!!(??!)! Sorry about the prolonged absence; I won’t bore you with details about my personal life but I should be back to regular activity for a while.

Gonna knock out a few replies tonight; if you do want to drop our thread, let me know? I promise I won’t be offended, I’ve been gone for a lot longer than I thought I’d be.]

#kizzie shut up #gosh I've missed you all

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Semi-Hiatus until 4/20

[Got another con coming up, so that means a) more/longer shifts at work to make up all the hours I’ll be missing that weekend, and 2) any free time I DO have will probably be spent doctoring up my cosplay stuff. Between now and then, I’ll post as much as I can. 

On another note, if you’re going to Anime St. Louis, maybe I’ll see you there!(?) See y’all in like two weeks!]

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7?

7. (young adulthood) Reality hits hard and hurts terribly.

Ritts,I was pleased when I heard the village elder describe you. I am told you are a very beautiful young woman, and delightful to be around. I don’t know what they have told you of me, but I am under the impression that I am your senior by many years. I have been married once before, and my late wife and I had three children together. You will be tasked with their upbringing, as well as raising any children the two of us have together. You need not search for work outside the home; I earn enough in my work as a carpenter to support our family. While I would never consider myself a rich man, you will never want for food or a warm bed. You will always be taken care of here, and I hope that in time we will grow to love and cherish one another.Wishing you the best,Your future husband.

Blech, he sounded dreadfully boring. And he was old! And, and, three children for her to take care of? He didn’t want a wife, he wanted a nanny! 

She didn’t dare complain, to anyone; she knew her concerns would be silenced with plenty of ‘don’t be so ungrateful!’s, ‘you will understand when you’re older’s, and at least one ‘you’re lucky mum and dad didn’t just sell you off to the whore house’ from her older brother. She was still a child, no one would listen to her. But the step up to adulthood required her to marry the man picked out for her. What was the point in becoming an adult if the most important choice of your life was already made for you?

It was terribly unfair. 

#babbling; #this one is good so I'll just. do it twice! #musings #headcanon tag #fadecloaked

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my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”

#if you are not following my pal #wtf the fuck is wrong with you?? #check out this nerd #aclassii

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16

16. What does ‘trust’ mean?

Trust is rushing into battle without fear, because your team has your back. Trust is being able to sleep at night, because you know you won’t wake up to a looted campsite, your companions long gone. Trust is when you let someone tie you to the headboard, knowing they won’t leave you there, naked, for the innkeeper to find in the morning.

It isn’t easy, and it is not something everyone can give you, but it’s... nice. 

#headcanon tag #musings #babbling; #wow this one came out a lot shorter #oflavellan

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7. (young adulthood) Reality hits hard and hurts terribly.

send me a number and i’ll write a drabble about my muse’s past

Elves in the city love to tell stories about the Dalish. They’re free to travel as they please. Their numbers are small enough that humans usually don’t bother them, and their hunters and warriors are fierce enough that those who do rarely make it back home in one piece. They still remember and worship the old gods. They cherish magic. They understand what it means to be free.

The reality, Ritts comes to find, is very different. Traveling close to any settlements - human or otherwise - is dangerous, their small numbers aren’t enough to defend the entire clan should a local militia come looking for them. So much of their people’s history is lost, even to them, and they spend so much time mourning the loss of the past, and Ritts wonders how the elves will ever have a future. She watches a weeping family leave their mage child in the woods, as per their Keeper’s request, but is unable to do anything about it; to the Dalish, she is still a child herself. Her words mean nothing.

The Dalish don’t build their walls with mortar and stone, but they’re still there.

#musings #headcanon tag #babbling; #thalassolykos

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Send me a number and I'll write a drabble about my muse's past

(childhood) A great day turns terrible in a matter of moments.

(childhood) A good memory about family or friends.

(childhood) A harsh lesson is learned.

(childhood) Meeting a stranger.

(childhood) The loss of someone or something important.

(young adulthood) A new perspective on the world is gained.

(young adulthood) Reality hits hard and hurts terribly.

(young adulthood) Love, lust, or infatuation.

(young adulthood) An awful, stupid mistake.

(young adulthood) Getting into trouble.

(adulthood) What is ‘family’ to them?

(adulthood) How far have they come?

(adulthood) How far do they personally believe they have to go?

(adulthood) The understanding of another person is achieved.

(adulthood) Will it ever be time to settle?

What does ‘trust’ mean?

The farthest distance traveled.

Isolation (self-imposed, even if brief).

Isolation (due to circumstances outside of control, even if brief).

Beliefs are shaken.

Knowledge is shared.

Does ‘honesty’ matter?

Value is found in something previously deemed worthless.

A question is asked, either aloud or silently. “What made you this way?”

A serious lie is told.

They have to hide. Quickly.

A personal project is undertaken.

Rules are bent for the greater good.

"Explain yourself."

Someone dies.

#memes; #yeeeaaah something like this will help me flesh this nerd out a lil more

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[text]: shit dude im sorry

[text]: here you were being all nice and getting my drunk ass to bed and there i go punching you in the face

[text]: :(((

[text]: you got it.

[text]: also. would i lie to you?

[text]: about the abuse i endured from your wild flailing in your sleep?

[text]: the answer is no. i wouldn’t lie. :3

#aclassii #u know they have like 50000 packets of taco bell hot sauce just hanging out in the fridge

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[text]: try to shove some extra cream cheese packets in the bag if you can we are out of em here

[text]: omg now i know youre making that up i would never

[text]: .......... would i?

[text]: i’m getting you a bagel. the usual? :)

[text]: also… pretty sure beautiful angels don’t punch their roommates in the mouth. just a thought.

#someone stop this #I can't I do not have that kind of power #aclassii

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[text]: that explains why the sheets smell like gross boy ;P lmao i didnt even notice i havent even crawled out of my pillowy prison yet its too comfy 

[text]: and idk what youre talking about i sleep like a beautiful angel and you fucking know it

[text]: BUT YEAH. FOOD. PLEASE.

[text]: thanks for bringing me home and putting me in my bed. the pillow fort you built around me is also appreciated.

Another TFLN Meme

[text]: that’s actually my bed

[text]: i mean yes i brought you home… to our apartment

[text]: but you kind of made yourself at home in my bed

[text]: those pillows were for my safety. you flail A LOT in your sleep… did you know that?

[text]: ANYWAY. now that you’re awake, you want me to pick up something to eat while i’m out?

#oh gosh that would be so cute #imagine the shenanigans #especially in the kitchen #v: modern

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“Eh, could’a been a lot worse...” The horror stories Ritts had heard about Orlesian alienages... some of it was the stuff of nightmares. “I knew when to keep my head down and my mouth shut. Mostly. A lot of our people aren’t quite so lucky. It’s hard to imagine a place like that changing, but... maybe you’re right. I hope you are.”

“At any rate, yes. It’s much better to be out here. It may be a job, but the Inquisition takes care of their own, and pays us good coin. Might be dangerous sometimes, but it’s dangerous everywhere, these days.”

     Rabbit. The slur sent a slight spark of anger through him, yet the healer’s expression changed not. The terms were entirely inappropriate, and though he’d heard many utter such lowly things to he and his kind before, Faeron had never taken kindly to it — after all, why should he? Any disrespect, no matter who it came from, had never been tolerated. He felt bad for Ritts. There was an instinctual thought in his mind that desired to help her in whichever way he could, but alas! some wounds could not be seen, and could not be healed. A verbal infliction always seemed to leave the worst sorts of scars. Yet besides the racism, the elf had always been fascinated by Orlais and its dwellers. Their culture was so flamboyant, so inexpressible, that it was always an adventure to explore the architecture of their settlements and attempt (often with little success) to understand the people beneath the masks.        “I’m sorry you experienced that,” he speaks solemnly, voice quieter than it had been. “The people of Orlais are complex, biased people, I find. Yet I cannot blame the young for the teachings of the old. Perhaps in time, the matter of race will be put behind them, yet for now we can only do our best to be deaf to their words. And… I do know what you mean. As much as I am fond of places like Val Royeaux, the forests are much better — even such a damp, stormy place as this!” 

#celevonarcher