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requested by Anon: Bree + wearing pants

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once ailis gets to skyhold she starts wearing mostly men’s clothes, just for that Gender Euphoria

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“you’re suggesting i wear a hennin with hunting leathers?” ailis scoffs. “talk about clashing aesthetics! vivienne would never aid in such a crime against fashion.”

she flails her hand, dismissive, as she sinks into a kneel in the dirt. “we can worry about my head later. i’ve had rougher landings.” it’s true, but it’s not saying much—she certainly didn’t walk away from the encounter unscathed. beneath all the hair, fresh bruising mottles her skin from forehead to cheekbone, and a streak of blood is still crusted under her nose. she didn’t feel (or hear) her ribs crack, not like she did when she fell through the ramparts at haven, but there’s a familiar twinge in her chest when she breathes too deeply.

she isn’t in enough pain to warrant concern, however—solas is far worse for wear. grimacing, ailis braces one hand against the unscathed portion of his arm and yanks her glove off the other with her teeth. “let me know if i’m hurting you, yeah?” she says, making steady eye contact before she begins. 

gentle is not a word normally associated with the inquisitor, but in this moment, her touch is feather-light. she applies the balm with the scarcest pressure, smoothing it over blistered skin until solas’ entire palm is glazed with medicine. she’s quiet at first (another rarity), her concentration briefly divested. “this is weird,” she eventually admits, “usually, you’re the one fussing over my hand.”

@spitesurvives; from here

sideways he regards her. moment-wise, before relinquishing the pot of salve into her outstretched hand. “there is nothing ‘lowbrow’ about good alchemy,” he mutters, plugging elbow against bent knee to stabilize his arm and concentrating to keep his fingers from twitching. “medicine is medicine, and the resourcefulness of your people is a credit. i would be willing to eat mud, should it stem the pain.”

the worst of the burn mars the whole of his palm and creeps to inner-wrist. he can only imagine he’ll be bound to lose a great deal of sensation—which, while displeasing, is still better than having lost the hand entirely.

“and what of your injuries,” solas says. “i seem to recall the horror sent you flying into a stack of boulders. we are fortunate your head didn’t split open like an egg.” he considers said head, laureled so it is with its striking red curls. “perhaps the first enchanter could loan you one of those fancy hats. i’m certain she carries a spare. it might afford you some extra protection.”

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NOBODY FUCKING MOVE

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 GIRL, YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS JAGGED DREAMSCAPE, THIS FOREST.   /   SET THE TREE ON FIRE, THE EARTH ON FIRE, YOURSELF, EVERYTHING.

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tell me why i just spent six hours tweaking my abt doc and it looks almost exactly the same -__-

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in all honesty, ailis isn’t much of a brawler, either. what little she knows is just a precaution, in the event that she finds herself armed with nothing save her fists — an unlikely scenario, really. if her bow were to fail, she’d have her knives. if her knives failed, she’d have poisons, knockout powder, caltrops, the very dirt under her feet. a rogue is only as clever as their contraptions, and what ailis doesn’t wear, she has always been able to pull from her environment.

speaking of environments, there are a thousand things in this one that could be used to her advantage, but they’d agreed — no cheap tricks. they might as well fight blindfolded. nevertheless, ailis is as cocky as ever, swaggering into a battle stance with an easy grin. ❛ well, since you asked so nicely... ❜  the words have scarcely left her mouth before she feints to the side, then closes the space between them with a sweeping kick aimed towards tarat’s legs.

@spitesurvives​​  :   ❝  you  got  the  drop  on  me  last  time  .  now  it’s  my  turn  .  ❞ 👀

       𝑫𝑬 : 𝑪𝑪    .    ac

    ❛  did  i  now  ?  ❜  his  underlining  chuckle  is  playful  ,  despite  the  fatigue  that  lays  heavy  upon  his  shoulders  .  sure  ,  winning  with  no  rules  attached  ,  is  easier  than  this  .  hand  -  to  -  hand  .  no  magic  .  no  cheap  tricks  .  he’s  lithe  ,  but  not  strong  ❛  what  comes  next  ?  you  let  me  win  last  time  ?  ❜ 

    he’ll  lose  this  spar  ,  surely  .  though  ,  there  is  a  certain  joy  ,  even  in  losing  ❛  if  you’re  so  keen  on  taking  the  win  home  ,  then  come  and  get  it  ❜  tarat’s  smile  doesn’t  waver  .  it’s  a  taunt  -  that’s  his  only  chance  .  his  only  chance  at  winning  is  to  throw  her  off  

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ailis sticks her tongue between her teeth when she smiles. thanks for coming to my ted talk

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thoughts are being thunk... like this for a starter 😳

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requested by Anon: Brianna + her redish/brown coat

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“no forgiveness necessary. sera was being careless, and you’re allowed to be angry at her.” frowning, ailis wriggles one finger into her glove and skims it over her knuckles. “in any case, i’m sure she feels awful about it.” she’s speaking more for herself than for sera, truthfully — she was the one who gave the order for the other rogue to break out the antivan fire in the first place, though she hadn’t anticipated it being discharged where it could hurt one of their own. 

her mistake. she’ll let cassandra handle the grenades next time.

for now, it feels silly to stand here and watch solas tend to his own wound, so she squats down beside him and holds her hand out for the salve. “let me help?” an order, with a question’s soft inflection. “if you’ll recall, i have some experience with incendiaries.” indeed, her tempest training hadn’t been without casualty. the chemicals she applied to her clothes and skin spared her from anything more than singes, but she had left her first handful of sessions with kihm feeling less like she’d “waded into the storm” and more like she’d been spit-roasted.

“i know you don’t like tea, but there’s this old recipe my keeper would make every time she gave someone the vallaslin. willow bark and... honey, i think? i could brew some for you.” she shrugs, then smirks up at the other elf. “unless, of course, dalish folk remedies are too lowbrow for your taste?”

“sera continues to prove herself to be a boon to our outfit.” sarcasm is a robe he slips on with the utmost ease. he sports it increasingly these days. “on top of the sparkling, thought-provoking conversation, her conduct on the battlefield is incomparable. just look at the discipline with which she wields incendiaries.” he waves his singed hand for effect and swiftly regrets it. the blistered skin smarts awfully.

petulant, he returns to applying the salve. the swiftness of vivienne’s healing efforts on the battlefield meant the appendage wouldn’t be rendered unusable, at least. but its appearance is frightful, and it hurts.

a sighed swear leaves him as a twist of fingers on his opposite hand conjures a gracious cooling current, and he’s grateful not for the first time he possessed the foresight to invest a minor focus in frost magic. “forgive me my… tone. i’m simply baffled she has managed to go this long without grievously injuring anyone else.”

starter call; @spitesurvives

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female muses please interact

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Control - Garbage

Not Your Kind of People (2012)

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me? projecting on my muses by giving them bfrb disorders? more likely than u think

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❥   𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ,  𝐚  𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  .

the human condition, by jon bellion — adjust as needed.

❛  what  the  fuck’s  a  bad  day  ?  ❜ ❛  how  does  it  feel  to  be  you  ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  a  ghost  —  i  called  your  name  ,  you  looked  right  through  me  .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  trying  to  fix  my  pride  ,  but  that  shit’s  broken  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  reason  that  i  just  can’t  concentrate  .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you  to  understand  .  ❜ ❛  there’s  an  aching  ,  there’s  a  hole  in  my  chest  .  ❜ ❛  have  i  lost  control  ?  ❜ ❛  maybe  i  don’t  know  ,  but  maybe  that’s  okay  .  ❜ ❛  you  can  tell  them  that  you  are  mine  .  ❜ ❛  all  we  do  is  fake  our  feelings  .  ❜ ❛  i  realized  i  need  you  here  ,  as  desperate  as  that  sounds  .  ❜ ❛  everything  about  you  is  so  overwhelming  .  ❜ ❛  hey  ,  do  i  impress  you  ?  ❜ ❛  you  could  be  the  shoulder  that  i  lean  on  .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  hold  this  weight  anymore  .  ❜ ❛  your  heart’s  a  vine  that  i’ve  bled  trying  to  climb  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  making  a  ruin  of  me  .  ❜ ❛  like  a  knife  in  the  woods  ,  you  hunt  down  the  good  in  me  .  ❜ ❛  you  make  me  forget  who  i  am  .  ❜ ❛  all  of  your  good  is  mine  .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  trying  to  keep  up  with  all  of  these  great  expectations  ,  so  i  keep  faking  .  ❜ ❛  we’re  secretly  out  of  control  and  everyone  knows  it  .  ❜ ❛  there’s  some  things  i  don’t  wanna  know  .  ❜ ❛  the  secrets  you  tell  me  i’ll  take  to  my  grave  .  ❜ ❛  there’s  bones  in  my  closet  ,  but  you  hang  stuff  anyway  .  ❜ ❛  sometimes  i  lose  my  way  .  ❜

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          𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔? ( quiz link here. )

JUSTICE  —— What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: no one lmfao this has been sitting in my drafts 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: you! 🤪