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𝒜 𝒟𝐎𝐖𝐑𝐘 𝒪𝐅 𝐵𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐛𝐲 𝐬.𝐭. 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧

a series of dialogue prompts from the 2021 dracula re-telling.  feel free to change pronouns as you see fit ! cw; gore, sexual themes, emotional abuse, & toxic relationships

❛ i never dreamed it would end like this. ❜ 

❛ there is no horror left in this world that can surprise me. ❜

❛ eventually, even your death becomes its own sort of inevitability. ❜

❛ i was so happy to be your marionette, at first. ❜

❛ am i sick to still think on you softly, even after all the blood and broken promises? ❜

❛ this is my last love letter to you, though some would call it a confession. ❜

❛ war is never valiant, only crude and hideous. ❜

❛ good. when life fails you, spite will not. ❜

❛ i will raise you out of the dirt and into queenship. and, i will give you your vengeance. ❜

❛ i wanted to break them, even more slowly and painfully than they had broken me, leave them bleeding out and begging for mercy. ❜

❛ water your mother’s flowers with their blood. ❜

❛ in this world, you are what i say you are, and i say you are a ghost. ❜

❛ bloodlust brings on a delirium that’s difficult to describe. ❜

❛ i have loved you too long to imagine you do anything without an ulterior motive. ❜

❛ i’ve never been looked at before. like that. ❜

❛ what is more lovely, after all, than a monster undone with want? ❜

❛ i was your little mouse, kept in a gilded cage until it was time for the cat to play. ❜

❛ i knew nothing except the strength of your arms and the scent of your hair. ❜

❛ your priest’s bedtime stories cannot account for us. ❜

❛ to know oneself, one’s limits and abilities, is its own power. ❜

❛ i was alone, and i was scared. i had no home left to speak of. ❜

❛ and god, how i adored you. it went beyond love, beyond devotion. ❜

❛ i wanted to dash myself against your rocks like a wave, to obliterate my old self and see what rose shining and new from the sea foam. ❜

❛ you turned a strong-minded girl into a pulsing wound of need. ❜

❛ what would you have me do, as ruler? ❜

❛ are you sure you aren’t a holy man come to lecture me on the sins of excess? ❜

❛ i was well-acquainted with violence by then. ❜

❛ but I had never outgrown my thirst for vengeance. ❜

❛ in my mind, i was god’s lovely angel of judgement, come to unsheathe the sword of divine wrath against those who truly deserved it. ❜

❛ you mocked my lofty aspirations, cynical as ever. ❜

❛ when will you give up this ridiculous crusade? ❜

❛ there was a darkness in your eyes and a tightness to your mouth i hadn’t noticed before—or perhaps hadn’t wanted to. ❜

❛ i would never leave you, my love. not for the entirety of my second life. ❜

❛ you seemed to me a fire burning in the woods. i was drawn in by your enticing, smoky darkness, a darkness that still stirs memories of safety, of autumn, of home. ❜

❛ it was like grasping at a flame. i never penetrated to the burning heart of you, only came away with empty, scorched fingers. ❜

❛ whenever we were apart, you left your essence caught in my hair, in my clothes. i scented the taste of it on the wind, I shivered and ached for it. ❜

❛ i was happy to spend countless lifetimes chasing the warmth coming off you, even though the haze was clouding my vision. ❜

❛ my piety was a sporadic, half-feral thing, sometimes lashing out at god with teeth bared, other times nuzzling against his loving providence like a kitten. ❜

❛ i felt my heart tumble down through my ribs and hit the ground. ❜

❛ it tortured me, how perfect you looked. i wanted to pull you behind the carriage and drain you dry. ❜

❛ i wanted to crawl between whatever was blossoming between the two of you and live there. ❜

❛ you’ve found cruelty to be an effective tool. ❜

❛ do you want her for your own? ❜

�� ours is a solitary existence. it would be good for you to have a friend. ❜

❛ it’s as easy as breathing. one foot and then the other. and don’t overthink it. ❜

❛ you must never overthink any good and pleasurable thing. ❜

❛ you must sit with me tonight at dinner. i must have you close. i want us to be the best of friends. ❜

❛ i think i shall never marry, my lord. i will simply take lovers and never let any man shackle me with wedding vows. ❜

❛ am i to be bidden to my own bed like a dog invited to beg at the master’s table? ❜

❛ desire makes idiots of all of us. but you already knew that part, didn’t you? ❜

❛ there was an uncontrollable fire in you that was hard to look away from, much less resist. ❜

❛ all vampires find some way to stave off the monotony of an endless life, with hedonism or asceticism or a rotating door of lovers. ❜

❛ i’m talking about us, you and i. let’s be honest with each other, for once. ❜

❛ love was no girlhood game. it was an iron yoke, forged in fire and heavy to wear. ❜

❛ laying with you made me feel so vibrantly alive. it was almost enough to make me forget that i was already dead. ❜

❛ this is about your obsession with justice, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i was suspicious, and even more dangerously, i was curious. ❜

❛ i was the love that started it all, wasn’t i? ❜

❛ it has been a long time since i have felt clean. ❜

❛ like christ, i had become intimately acquainted with violence and the sins of the world, but i had not come away unblemished. ❜

❛ but it was not god who spoke.it was you. ❜

❛ you could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense. ❜

❛ i don’t know what I had been thinking, supposing i was strong enough to leave. ❜

❛ you made it into an art form, this quiet sort of violence. ❜

❛ i want to live. but i want to live in the world, not on the outskirts of it. ❜

❛ love is violence, my darling, it is a thunderstorm that tears apart your world. ❜

❛ love makes monsters of us, [ name ] and not everyone is cut out for monstrosity. ❜

❛ [ name], our sunlight, our destroyer. my prince cast in marble and gold. ❜

❛ he was as inevitable as a revolution, and heralded in just as much violence. ❜

❛ potential. you always loved that word. you were drawn to potential like a shark to blood. ❜

❛ look around you. what sort of life is this? ❜

❛ i craved you like maidens crave the grave, the way death burns for human touch: inconsolably, unrelentingly, aching for the annihilation in your kiss. ❜

❛ i still wanted to believe I was living in a fairy tale, that i laid down every night with a prince instead of a wolf. ❜

❛ before your time dear, just some dreadful victorians. ❜

❛ it took every ounce of self-control i had not to pin him down and tear out his throat. ❜

❛ the world has no place for us, we are wanderers by nature, lions among lambs. ❜

❛ we cannot exist only for each other. ❜

❛ i had never allowed myself to want this because i assumed it wasn’t a possibility. ❜

❛ i love you. look at me, [ name ], my jewel, my wife. i love you. don’t do this. ❜

❛ i was tired of waiting expectantly at your tomb every night for you to rise and bring light into my world once again. ❜

❛ i made you into my private christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. ❜

❛ i apologize if you were expecting contrition, my lord. i don’t have any to muster. ❜

❛ here's your demon, do what you will with him. ❜

❛ i think, someday, i would like to fall in love again. ❜

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Forgive the cheesy Tumblr balloons, but it is something so.. baffling to me to realize how long Sebastian has been here. While I haven't been active all nine years, Seb to me is something I keep coming back to when I am searching for inspiration. In some ways, logging in to blow the dust off feels like coming home.

To all the friends i've made here, new and old, thank you. Thank you for opening up my blog and finding something worth reading, but more importantly, thank you for becoming irreplaceable parts of my life.

Here's to many more years writing together, friends

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young seb with little howe

i dont care if i have to bend the timeline a few years, i KNOW they knew each other back in starkhaven

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ABC HEADCANON PROMPTS featuring a mix of silly and more serious character development questions. send HEADCANON + send letters or spell something in the poster's inbox.

[ A ] Does your muse give good advice ? On what subjects ? [ B ] What bores your muse ? What are they like when bored ? [ C ] What colors does your muse like to wear ? [ D ] Does your muse drive ? How are they behind the wheel ? [ E ] What is one of your muse's embarrassing memories ? [ F ] Does your muse get frightened easily ? Of what ? [ G ] What is the best gift your muse has ever received ? [ H ] What is your muse's home like ? Has it always been like that ? [ I ] What inspires your muse ? [ J ] Does your muse like to joke ? What is their sense of humor ? [ K ] What was your muse's first kiss like ? [ L ] What kind of music does your muse listen to ? [ M ] What motivates your muse ? [ N ] What does your muse take note of when meeting people ? [ O ] Is your muse afraid of getting old ? How do they view aging ? [ P ] Does your muse like poetry ? [ Q ] Does your muse like the quiet ? Why or why not ? [ R ] In what ways does your muse show restraint ? [ S ] How does your muse take surprises ? Do they like surprising others ? [ T ] Does you muse have any secret talents ? [ U ] Who in your muse's life understands them the most ? [ V ] What is your muse's dream vacation ? [ W ] Does your muse drink water regularly ? [ X ] Does your muse have an xbox ? Do they like to game ? [ Y ] What does your muse yearn for ? [ Z ] What would your muse be like in a zombie apocalypse ?

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Instead one should let go, embrace the necessary change, see it as a fresh start.

an independent roleplay blog for inquisitor lavellan of dragon age: inquisition & dragon age veilguard. a study in good intentions gone wrong, a man crushed under the weight of power he never asked to wield, and living with the choices one has made. death as drawn by ire.

21+, multiship, multi-verse, not spoiler free.

pinned. carrd.

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ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.

Independent, Selective, Canon-Divergent Portrayal of Sebastian Vael, from the Dragon Age Franchise. Revived 2024, low activity. guidelines and profile on carrd. all graphics credited to @kaiserscomms,

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫: a character study of survivor’s guilt and how vengeance can be a prison in itself. Of finding meaning in the pain and rising to carry the weight of a legacy.

More importantly, this is a 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 to those who have found purpose at rock bottom, those who have felt the power of faith, and to any who know the ever-present struggle to be a better person. As loved by Saint

nsfw; triggering subjects may be present.

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I feel like Sebastian was so focused on establishing his hold on the throne following the events at Kirkwall that dedication to his city meant more to him. That being said, he is a pitiful romantic and wants to be married so badly. There is something about dedicating his life and all he is to someone before the eyes of Andraste and the Maker that really calls to him.

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Whew gang. The semester has hands. I'm trying to come back here though bc I miss writing my little guy, I appreciate everyone's kindness and patience with me

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What do you think would have happened to Sebastian if he hadn't Debauched Too Hard and been sent to the Chantry?

Realistically, he probably would have been shipped off to the Chantry regardless. His parents have their heir and their spare; Sebastian serves little use to them other than a gift to the Chantry. He is a means of solidifying their partnership and acting as proof of the family’s dedication to the Maker.

I could also see them marrying him off to a different ruling family; Wycome or Ostwick especially would be advantageous choices for Starkhaven because of their position so close to the coast. They have river travel, but establishing better ties to those cities would improve international travel and trade. He goes with either option – religious service or marriage - because, without the rebellious streak in him, he just kind of accepts that his life is not his own.

I think a lot about his early conversation with Anders where he remarks that none of them are free. If he hadn’t chased liquor and pretty faces and felt what life could be like if he had the choice to decide for himself what he wanted, Sebastian would never have thought of anything other than doing what he was told. He is, after all, constantly searching for a place to belong. If it would make his family proud of him, he would do it.

The alternative is he dies with his family, and it would be interesting to see how that would have shaped Starkhaven’s ability to survive the events of Veilguard.

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is there a notable time outside of canon in which his faith is tested? Does it waiver towards belief or against it? How does the relationship with faith and the grappling with it affect his relationships overall?

Sebastian, to me, has always been a man of conviction; he is strong-willed and, at times, frustratingly reactionary. His biased support of the Chantry is predominately rooted in his personal experience and – to a lesser degree - the generational support his family has given the Chantry.  When he was at his lowest, even if he had been forced into religious service, Elthina gave him a choice, and he chose to find purpose in serving the Maker. After spending so many years in a self-destructive spiral, it doesn’t surprise me that he would find peace with the same stories that would scare away the monsters under his bed as a child. His devotion is blind because he was never exposed to the darker side of the Chantry and its policies.

Now, I could argue how Elthina winning Sebastian’s trust and loyalty when he was at his most vulnerable is a politically savvy move on her part, but that’s a soap box for another time because I’m already losing myself in the weeds. I just think that had Sebastian been sent to the Circle to deliver sermons and seen the conditions of the mages, he would have become radicalized to the mage’s cause. There is a reason he is kept in Hightown, BUT OKAY. THE WEEDS. SORRY.

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Right, so why do I bring up his strong will? Sebastian is a man of action. He has taken his vows by the time Act I begins and yet is already breaking some of them to go after his family’s murderers. His major personal conflict throughout the years is whether he should take back the throne and act or accept passivity and the life of a laybrother. I know as Elthina continues to support a neutral stance even as the state of Kirkwall worsens, it not only sows the seeds of doubt for him, but it drives Sebastian up a wall because he does not know how to not act.

It really isn’t until after the events of DA II, however, that he actually feels the crisis. I have always imagined that, in cases where he survives the fight / isn’t in the chantry when the explosion goes off, Sebastian stays in Kirkwall for some time. Even if Hawke refuses to kill Anders, he may not stay by their side after the fight, but he would stay to help the humanitarian crisis. There are a lot of dead that need their rites, and he would be one of the only laypersons left in the city who could perform them. One of the few voices left to recite the Chant and assure those who survived that they could persevere through this. After days of tending pyres and watching the fires send so many innocent people caught in the crossfire to the Maker’s side, he cannot help but feel partially to blame. To remain complicit in the face of immoral actions makes you just as guilty as the perpetrators in his mind; their blood is on his hands because he could not convince Elthina to act. And now she is dead too, so who else can bear that weight except Sebastian, who is proving incredibly difficult to kill.

I think what it ends up doing in the end is it causes Sebastian to look at his relationship with faith. He sits with the Chant, and he looks at his values, including the more radical ones that are not in alignment with the larger institution’s practices. Do I think he’s about to tack his 95 theses to the Chantry doors? No. He does, however, make decisions and conducts himself in a way that he feels better aligns with what the Maker intended His children to do. He essentially separates from the Chantry entirely by the time he is Crown Prince. Any ceremonies he participates in are for politics; his faith is now a very personal relationship with the Maker.

It does affect some of his policies as Prince as he works toward making Starkhaven a more equal place for all people. He may be beloved by the public, but I joke he is constantly dodging assassination attempts after he allows elves to become squires and knights and even takes the Hahren of the alienage as a personal advisor to work on bettering conditions for the elves in his care. If all are equal in the eyes of the Maker, then Sebastian will make sure his city acts accordingly.

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CRAWLING UNDER YOUR SKIN, CRAWLING UNDER YOUR SKIN, CRAWLING UNDER YOUR SKIN. I love you sm, I am snorting our toxic Yaoi and our wholesome Yaoi, and it is fueling me to make it to the dean's list.

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tyyyyy ( one day I will subject seb to the horrors of gortash )

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CHASING YOU DOWN TO SUPLEX YOU WITH LOVE GET OVER HEREEEE

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you get my favorite silliest icon because you are my bestie, my pookie, my for lifer. Thank you for being my best friend and telling me to get on tumblr to write Sebastian because it has genuinely made me a happier and more confident writer. If y'all like seb and my insane ideas THIS IS WHO YOU HAVE TO THANK. everyone say ty griff, love u griff.

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aw ty! I do love seeing you on the dash and we should!! plot one of these days when my free time returns for the war.

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NO U

it is always a delight to see you on the dash, xoxo pookie