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@hoboblaidd @sulahnnan DONT THINK I DONT SEE YOU

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so I replayed awakening over the past week and guess who got a keeper respec...

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GUINEVERE APPRECIATION: ONE SCENE PER EPISODE ↳ 2x02, The Once and Future Queen

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i should make like. a hc directory.

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Sorry for the strange message but with Veilguard coming out soon I decided to take a look at all my old, inactive darp blogs. Figured no one I used to write with would still be around but I saw your blog had a reboot and that you had recently posted.

Maybe you don't remember me, I write an Alistair and (at the time) went by Elizabeth/Liz. I just wanted to say, since I saw you were actually active and I don't know if I said it at the time, but you were one of the brightest parts of my time in that rpc and one of my fondest memories. I still even have some of our off-tumblr rps saved and have reread them over the years. So its really nice to see you still around and still enjoying Nanna that I loved writing against so much. I know I was the one who really dropped off the face of the earth and I apologize for that (if you do remember me and even if you don't).

I hope you have a great day.

- Liz (now Henry)

The way I jumped up from work when I saw this. holy shit, of course I remember you! It's crazy that I was just rereading our old threads a couple months ago, and here you are just a bit later omg. You have no idea how excited I am to get this, because you were one of the brightest spots in a really rough time in my life. Coming on to rp with our couple of idiots, whether on tumblr or in skype with our 1458347935th random idea for them, was the highlight of my day. I always wish I'd kept those old logs before I'd moved off of skype and forgotten my login, but I still treasure the ones I remember we made together.

It's so good to hear from you Henry!! I really hope you're doing good, and my ims are open if you ever wanna reach out!!

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* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

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pls consider winter hitting in Ferelden and Nanna holding your hand so her magic keeps you warm

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Her features were drawn as she examined his face, and its serious assurance could not be denied. What a curious character this star walker had proven himself to be, and with every step moreso than the last.

"I admit to a prevailing sense of curiosity, Caelus, at where you found such information as to the existence of this.... Dynaster. Is that an outer world title of sorts?"

continued from here with @astrxlfinale

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"There is some comfort in that, I should think. An unseen future is a malleable one - unbound by even the perception of fate. Much could be done with such, no?"

"It's hard to say, my dear, my future has always been blurry. It is like it's surrounded by a thick fog that not even I can peer through."

☽◯☾┄─ @avrorean || ⁿᵃⁿⁿᵃ (ᶜᵒⁿᵗ.)

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posting this thought that's been in my head for a few years out now before it possibly becomes relevant in the series, but just the idea of an internal change in the Warden after defeating the Archdemon and living. Something affecting the Warden's soul in the wake of its essence trying desperately to cling on to them and failing. Kieran knowing the Warden as soon as he lays eyes on them because their souls have already met before.

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Greiða!

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𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

𝟏. 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄. won from the battle with the Archdemon; when facing it directly, a powerful blow from its claw broke through her magic barrier to strike, its erection likely being the only reason the blow did not kill her. After the battle, Wynne spent several hours and far too much lyrium to knit the skin together and successfully save her eye. However, as she gets older and the taint in her blood spreads, the eye will cease to function.

𝟐. 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄. (matching spot on her back) left from the arrow that struck her down at Ostagar. Flemeth healed all of her wounds from the overwhelming of the Tower of Ishal, but left this intentionally to scar as a reminder to Nanna, who was much more timid and reluctant at the time, that her duty is not one that can be outrun even if she were to try.

𝟑. 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐏. (matching spot on her back) Received quite early in her adventure, and was the first time Nanna had an experience with being stabbed, much less at the hands of a rogue Genlock. As it wasn't in any vital area, Morrigan knew enough healing magics to repair the damage, but not enough to prevent scarring.

𝟒. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. received at the hands of a Shriek at the very beginning of the Darkspawn ambush on their camp. With the hive mind of the Darkspawn connected to the Archdemon, and thus their intelligence and information, the ambushees immediately clocked her as the group's leader and they focused - successfully - on taking her out first. It was several days before she regained consciousness.

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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anyway its 11:50 happy sunday

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A hot flush crept up Nanna’s neck as pride in her failed venture turned quickly into mortified humiliation. Rot. Had she no sense in her head at all, no sense of even basic observation? Nanna wasn't accustomed to bartering at all, but it occurred to her suddenly that neither she nor the other apprentices had ever gotten past the kitchen doors, much less near any food preparation. And so it was with eyes cast downward, that the young mage placed the cinch into their waiting palm.

"It had not seemed so very bad in the moment," Nanna said quietly, a vain attempt to reclaim some dignity. "Though I fear I must admit to my lack of familiarity with this sort of...survival."

        With no small amount of effort, Anais managed to suppress an irritated rolling of their eyes. “A whole silver...for this?” The poultices were all right, if a bit close to turning, but perhaps the mage knew enough to rescue them and extend their life. The meat, on the other hand... Anais sighed, pulling a knife from their pocket to cut away some of the rotten bit. “...looks like we can remove most of the rot. If we burn what's left, it should be fine.” It'd taste like charcoal, but at least they wouldn't get sick off it. That was something.

        The rogue shook her head, tucking the turning meat back into its packaging, then holds out their hand. “I think you should let me do the haggling from now on.” 

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anyway its 11:50 happy sunday