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oh my......

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replaying rd/r2 with a friend… something will come of this im sure.

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up and at'em chief

i miss my blue lady........ i miss her so bad.........@yuanwang

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀―⠀so tell me why shouldn't it be true ? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i get a kick out of brew... ‼ ⠀

#demauling is a private and independent multimuse writing blog, portraying a variety of muses from different source materials. established as pulchral in '22, revived in '24. written by pope.

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drooling thinking about rook in this outfit....

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Maker, though the darkness comes upon me, I shall embrace the Light. I shall weather the storm. I SHALL ENDURE. [ ft. the Inquisitor, Andraste's Fang, Rook — and hunter of the Dread Wolf. ] What you have created, no one can tear asunder. (CANTICLE OF TRIALS, 1:10.) credit. art.

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“I'M GOING TO TELL YOU A GHOST STORY— ‘a ghost story? i’m not sure i want to hear that. it sounds scary.’ A GHOST IS MERELY LOVE REMAINING. YOU NEED NOT BE AFRAID OF GHOSTS.”

an independent dragon age multi-muse. beloved by naz, originally est. 2018, & now returned from the dead. #furhelden

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eye twitches...

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fuck, is he heavy. the last remnants of krem's strength drag the two another half step before unceremoniously slipping out from under bull's weight, letting him crash onto the dirt himself—or wherever he’ll land. krem's not particularly concerned what happens now that they’re out of the trenches. damned qunari could slip through the mud off a cliff and he’s still not moving, put coin on that. 

@lastburden: nobody asked you to be my babysitter.

unlike the hoary mass of snarky muscle, his shoulder shows real gratitude when he ditches the medical bag once slung upon it, sifting through for spare fabric once it lays at worn boots. “ didn't think you'd know what that was. ” it's low-hanging —spoken through teeth that anchored what'll have to be a bandage— and not one of his best, he can admit that. but, it wasn't the iron bull that spent the past fifteen carrying his limping carcass to a dying canopy so he can kiss the leather on his ass and make do. “ here. ” a hand extends with a bottle of something his leader'll just have to trust, “ i'm not your babysitter. ” now, where'd he put the good stuff?

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isabela with greying hair and crows feet and smile lines and

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save me asian ocs.. save me...

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@fenheral: "am i now to be the tricky, clever, deceptive type in your stories?"

there is something all too familiar about standing before a mage that drowns the people around them in the blood of that weeping heart that seems to exist in just about every single damned one of them. varric’s own myocardium is a sturdy cacophony, a deafening sound aside the threat solas strikes in posture alone. “ chuckles, if there’s a right way to describe you— ” he can’t tell anymore, or more accurately he doesn't want to, not yet. there’s a fragile line between hope and reality, the same width of a page, and he's accustomed to pulling it as taut as a bowstring — willing to cash out all that good for just one more opportunity to prove himself right. a habit he’s been unable to kick since kirkwall — just another thing that’ll be buried with him. solas’ wants to save the world, that’s real ambition, a real story, something that's greater than himself. to destroy what you love, for what you love. varric’s not that ambitious, unwilling to take the shot for the greater good, for a decade the cavity in his chest was home to stone walls and dingy taverns, serving comeuppance to the simoniac and the cruel, not ... “ —i’m still working on it. ” even now his heart isn’t quite that big, there’s no room for whatever paradise is beyond, just the tall elf that covets it. “ why don't you help me out? ”

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@isrya: ❝ remind me again how you convinced me playing a game of wicked grace would be good for me. ❞ adam drawls with a smirk, a brow lazily raised in question. sitting slouched in a chair by his bedside in the infirmary, he shuffles the worn cards for them both before they start. ❝ not that i’ll go easy on you. just because you’re recovering and therefore lighthouse bound doesn’t mean you’re senile. ❞

“ who said this was for you? gotta keep my wits about me in here — what better way to do that than having you talk my ear off? ” hard to write a book when he’s been benched in the prologue, isra’s more than his eyes and ears now. might as well be his pen, too. the mage doesn’t strike him as a religious sort, even in the most dire of circumstances, but he’d be smart to pray that varric doesn’t get his hands on the angel of death card first. there's no telling when the sun sets — if it sets, in this damned fade — but that card'll be cozy in his hand 'til the birds sing. “ yeah, yeah. you're lucky you're in here for wicked grace and not to sponge me. ”

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i like who i am. private multi-muse with a focus on videogame narratives and characters. plot-based due to personal interpretations.

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we were the universe.

dialogue prompts from we were the universe: a novel by kimberly king parsons.

loss is the lesson life teaches, ready or not.

the body is an efficient machine. it knows what it can get away with.

you know i need my emotional support bitch.

nobody ever gets 'wracked' with anything good.

what the hell happened?

time away lets you appreciate the good in your life.

i'm dedicated to aimlessness.

i'll pay anybody who can make ____ disappear.

money is random and meaningless, and i want some more of it.

i wish i knew you before.

if you have to think about breathing, there's a good chance you're not doing it.

whatever is about to happen, it can't happen here.

if anybody really knew the real me, i'm certain they wouldn't want to.

i don't understand the problem with shortcuts, so long as something pleasant is on the other side.

we're born with only one fear: falling.

what a beautiful life you have ahead of you.

a 'meaningful nature experience' is a real thing. you can read about it on the internet.

i'm too tired to sleep.

peril is when endorphins kick in and make everything sparkle.

are you pissed at me?

you have your own version of the truth. you embroider.

how do you know what you want?

i never know if i want what a model is wearing or if i just want her.

why do we so often look our best when we feel our worst?

never having an opinion is a form of control.

if you keep everyone you care about separate, you'll always have their undivided attention.

how can you know so much about everything? when do you have time to learn?

i'm going to tell you something, okay?

i'm forgetting things i thought were unforgettable.

knowing where a trap is doesn't mean you know how to avoid it.

mama tried, as the song says.

you can't change, or won't.

euphoria comes in waves. same as grief.

i'll never get out of here.

any party you're not invited to seems like it's full of assholes.

everything in moderation. even moderation.

sometimes slow is the fastest way to get where you want to be.

if you squint, this could pass for a meaningful experience.

i love you, but you have to get yourself together.

it's like you're not you, lately.

i'm sorry my night terror was so traumatic for you.

i did some violence in the bathroom.

what if i'm not me?

it's been a weird week. you ever have a weird week?

my therapist let me go.

sorry i'm a dipshit.

people don't really know a lot.

nobody asked you to be my babysitter.

my new thing is pretending to be over it until i'm over it.

i'm going to put out some snacks.

our bodies can know things that we don't.

how lucky that we've always had this.

we store our childhood homes in our bodies.

is there anybody able to help you?

we have a doorbell, you know.

let's go out. let's do something crazy.

how come you never ask me to babysit?

i like you so much.

play the game. look alive.

ever done ecstasy? molly, i guess they call it now.

how are any of us still alive?

i want to be graceful. i want to have style.

when i was young, i was a dancer.

anxiety comes from not knowing how a story ends.

can i lie on the ground and close my eyes?

you're not so scary anymore.

knowing where you're really needed is a life skill.

you could have told me sooner, you know.

moving from shame to humiliation is not easy.

what a curse it is to be so approachable.

listen, i love you, but you scare the shit out of me.

you can't make something happen by saying it.

it's hard to know how to help.

i'm not mad. i know why you did it.

i've been in a place where nobody could reach me.

grief isolates. it makes you feel unknowable, unknown.

today, we clear a path. that's it. just a path.

the most rewarding theft is the one you pull off boldly. in broad daylight.

i can't move on until you let me rest.

the book says we have to set intentions.

what i want is to play like a little kid. to be free and curious and not fucked up.

i want to feel only this.

is this going to take a gruesome turn?

you are mine, now and always.

what can you say about your one true person?

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knock knock!!!

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he stomped his foot over the fire burning the olive branch, extinguished it as much as he could before the embers ignited themselves into a full-fledged flame once more, an infinite light.   phoenix is as insistent as he’d figured—no surprise there—still annoying though.   the polished paint of the ceramic decoration takes his interest more than the other man beside him, settling it down on the counter with a faint clunk.   

“ so, what? i’m supposed to take advice from someone on babysitting duty? maybe you should give this spiel to brimstone. ” trust is a two way street, yoru’s not keen on building that bridge himself; certainly not seeing any reason to give it a second thought when brimstone’s opted to give him a tail.   dark brow twitches when the laughter hits his ears, taunting has never been foreign to him, not when he indulges in it so relentlessly.   no, there’s some remnant of irritation reserved for the blazing man beside him at his lack of awareness.    “ what’s worse, being the dog or being ordered to find it? ”

yoru doesn't bother to check if his mug of coffee is empty—his bowl is and that’s all there is to take note of before he starts to slide his phone off the counter, clearly done with the lackluster atmosphere of the restaurant.   his destination is undecided, his psyche agitated while maintaining the facts of all the moving parts. departure is casual, an opposition to keep the company unwarranted. for now.

@yuanwang ☆ : “ why should i tell you? ” his hands wrap around the ceramic, still warm from leftover broth, and lifts the rest of his meal to his lips━ decidedly sticking to his stance on the topic. he joined valorant for the resources, the free range to travel wherever under the pretense of a sanctioned mission, not for one of their senior members to follow him around like a lost chick. phoenix had called him before meeting in person, either not deterred by the ignored phone call or happily ignorant to its implications. yoru couldn’t care less, he’s there when the mission starts, that's all that should matter. he’s not here for anyone else. “ i’m here for my own reasons, i don’t investigate whatever lost dog brim’s found to tag. ” unprompted.

the morning had been plagued by chaos; sirens, shouts and gunshots splitting the skies. as good an alarm as any other, phoenix reasons, ceramic in hand as coffee traverses southward down throat. it’s a bitter burn that settles in his stomach. almost reminiscent of the man he turns toward once he parts that barbed mouth in wry askance.

gaze shifts, directs itself upon present company’s mien instead, pupils locked onto something cimmerian, arrogant in the disinterest reflected within depths of irises bathed umbra. a frown━ perhaps a pout, weighs heavily upon phoenix’s pinched lips as yoru continues on; ravaged by the torrents of conviction. he doesn’t mean to dim his demeanor━ bright and enflamed, although he finds it much easier to mask the heat crawling up his nape with a dissatisfied expression.

“ c’mon, don’t you think it’d be an advantage getting to know your fellow comrades? build some trust, maybe━ then brim wouldn’t have to request one of us keep an eye on you. ” he speaks with candor, a quiet attempt at lighthearted reassurance. clears the ashy exhaustion from his throat with a peal of laughter. “ maybe he’ll have to get you microchipped if you keep avoiding my calls. who’s the lost dog now? ”