avalior
avalior
a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
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avalior · 2 months ago
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[blows the dust off this blog]
I haven’t been here for a good while and that’s been due to a plethora of things, including my mental health. I won’t go into too many details and a few people on here already know, however the tldr is I’m not well at present and that is stopping me from doing several things at present, including writing here.
However, this has also given me chance to think and I’ve decided I don’t want to give up being here. Once I’m in a position to, I’ll be making more of a concerted effort to interact and I’ll be adding several new and old muses I want to write and turning this into a mega multi, rather than pruning my muse list to suit what and who I think people want to write with and perceiving that I have too many muses.
That said, some muses and interactions may be taking a back seat for some time when I do return, most prevalently dr*g*n *ge and emmr*ch interactions. This is no shade to anyone; some of the personal quests are a trigger for me and at present, I’m not in a capacity to face that in an ongoing setting. I am working to remedy this, but it is a slow process and I’m unable to promise exactly when this will be changing.
I also can’t promise exactly when I’ll be here, but I do want to come back as soon as I can. For now, I’m always lurking on mobile and on Discord, so anyone who wants to hit me up is able to. Thank you for your patience with this.
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avalior · 3 months ago
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avalior · 3 months ago
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“Fight like a pirate or die like a coward.”
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avalior · 4 months ago
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i may kick out a lyric starter later to ease back into writing here, but no one is allowed to judge me if it's almost entirely* starlight express
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avalior · 4 months ago
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still going through the slowest snail's pace soft reboot, but we're one step closer now i've updated all my tags and cleared out old posts.
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avalior · 5 months ago
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seeing all the bingo cards on the dash vs not knowing who people follow me for vs being a right lemon and not wanting to look like a forceshipping nut like
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avalior · 5 months ago
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making amends for my impromptu hiatus with a good bit of housekeeping and removing muses i haven't used in about a hundred years. a new starter call may follow soon when i actually have brainspace to write properly instead of tittivating.
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avalior · 7 months ago
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RHEA RIPLEY WWE RAW, October 21st, 2024
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avalior · 7 months ago
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Magdaléna Platzová, tr. by Alex Zucker, from “The Attempt,” publ. c. 2016
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avalior · 7 months ago
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Fear flashed unbidden across the countenance of the knight, unshadowed, for once, by the blackened steel of his helm. Though he thought his touch to be gentle, Dane knew well his luck was not; with a final, delicate, touch, made to ensure the artifact would not topple with the sudden absence of the knight's hands, Dane stepped back, hands held slightly aloft, as though in surrender.
If Terror herself were to find any form, surely Natalia Romanova would be her first choice at every turn.
Suitably cowed, Dane turned a sheepish smile the Widow's way. "I'm sorry, I just-- I'd never seen anything like that." You look with your eyes, not with your hands, Whitman rose in admonishment in the back of his mind, twisting the edges of his smile downward. "Sorry," he finished again, poorly, "I won't touch whatever it is anymore."
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❛ @avalior, ❜ his name is drawn out on her lips, tone sharp ; a crack over the otherwise comfortable silence that sits across the stale air of places like this. ❛ just so you know, if you break that because you're playing with it, i'm not going to help you pay off the debt. ❜ as if the thought of watching him fiddle with what is likely a priceless artifact any longer than she already has is simply unbearable.
starter call.
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avalior · 7 months ago
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python and veronica tag drop !
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avalior · 7 months ago
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@churchfoundling across the nation
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"They're messing with me -- come on!" Disbelief ran rampant across the face of the Time Lord; the Corsair, unheard of? Oh, surely they would have words with the Doctor for this! "They've never mentioned me, not once? I'm hurt."
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avalior · 7 months ago
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@fire-branded a legend reborn
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"You've been fighting for much too long, father." Mother, the North, Rosaria with her unchangeable and unyielding beliefs. Change would surely come, as change surely must, with every life able to be lived without yoke, without chain and tattooed claim to magic drenched in the lifeblood of the earth -- yet some still-living fragment of the boy he had been protested the scattered salt among his father's hair, the deeper lines gouged and cut about the edges of his mouth and eyes in far broad strokes than aught of laughter's make. The weight of Rosaria had been heavy upon his father's shoulders, and Clive knew well he could bear the weight.
"None would blame you for taking a breath. All from the Crystals to the Eikons themselves know you have lived hard enough."
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avalior · 7 months ago
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@prophetries skydweller
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"It's getting harder and harder to stand tall." Still the blood of Minrathous lay thick upon his hands, seeping beneath bone and nail, beaten armour and shielding humour, 'til only dreadful red remained. Though Neve had since returned, still Arturo remember the beaten frame of the Viper, the vicious glare writ plain upon Tarquin's countenance, and the cold disappointment upon Neve's.
I thought I could be faster! I was always going to help Minrathous--
-- We just weren't top of the list.
You've brought nothing but trouble since you came back!
"How did you do it? When you had to make a choice you thought was right, only to find out it wasn't?" Dark eyes cast downward, hands picking nervously at nails, wringing at his fingers. "Sorry, I shouldn't ask that; you're the Inquisitor."
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avalior · 7 months ago
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Learning Arturo's name is a significant mark of trust. Although he chose his own name when first transitioning, after joining Varric and Harding on their quest to stop Solas, 'Rook' became far more emblematic as to who he was and will always be the name offered to anyone on first meeting them.
While he will entertain guesses and even play along with banter trying to guess his name among the party, the amount of people who know his real name outside of 'Rook' can likely be counted on one hand.
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avalior · 7 months ago
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@cursedcrest pumping iron
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"Hey, Marianne! Uh, it is Marianne, right?" Raucous boldness gave way to momentary consideration, only to return in full force with Balthus' next breath. "See me flex my delts and pecs? You know the Almighty King of Grappling is on fine form!"
Another moment, then Balthus' grin came alight with the terrible light of a forming idea. "Say, you ever thought of doin' any lifting? It'd do you some good, pal!"
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avalior · 7 months ago
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@iniziare | solas stand my ground
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"If I don't make it, someone else will stand my ground." Neve, as like to be as aught, cool-headed and calm to cleave the grief of a friend fallen ( or acquaintance yet still, each Dragon still so new to the company of the other ) from the need for action, for a plan anew and steps still taken.
They call me the Dread Wolf. What will they call you when this is all over? A madman, a fool, a meddler -- each seemed as like as the last, but Arturo cared little for the mantle and littler still for societal thought. Solas had sought to endanger all life for the sake of his grandstanding; to stop him the only sane action to take.
"I'm afraid you won't win, Solas," came the easy claim, a ready smile rising to the dragon's lips -- all for show, in truth, spoke that kernel of doubt, that too-loud and quibbling fear that a mortal could not truly best the immortal. And yet still, the Veilguard will try.
"If I were you, I'd take up a new hobby. I hear knitting's markedly less genocidal this time of year."
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