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noticing.

"You're really happy."

"Your laugh is so... I missed it."

"So when did you meet them?"

"Hey. Want to talk about it?"

"That's not your usual order."

"I didn't think you liked (item/flavour)."

"Since when?"

"You're in loooove."

"Those scars... [Name]."

"How long have you been hiding it?"

"It's your favourite."

"I thought I'd find you here."

"This is your spot, right?"

"When you're upset, you do this... disappearing thing. You're doing it right now."

"Where did you go?"

"How are you feeling?"

being noticed.

"How did you find me?"

"It's been a pretty great day."

"I didn't know you knew that."

"That's... my favourite."

"Yeah, I've... I think I met someone."

"It's not like that!"

"It's just -- I fell."

"Oh my god. Lay off, okay?"

"I like to come here when I need to think."

"I don't know. Just needed some air."

"How do you notice this stuff?"

"You're not my mum/dad/parent."

"I didn't think anyone was coming."

"I didn't know if you'd actually show up."

"Thank you, by the way."

"Thank you, for being here."

"I don't know what I would have done if I'd been alone tonight."

"Better. Now that you're here."

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Tagged by @plisuu and @rosella-writes thanks friends! 🥰

last song: I just put on my Talk Talk record so it's currently playing Happiness is Easy

favourite colour: reds of various kind

currently watching: nothing really, just finished a bunch of things. Meaning to finish The Haunting of Hill House

sweet/savoury/spicy: all of it <3

relationship status: in one!

current obsession: my own fanfic, things with hamsa/evil eye motifs, Kate Siegel in the Medusa bodysuit, the pistachio doughnut I ate yesterday.

last thing you googled: a few different evidence-based reading assessments, for work.

Tagging forward to @melisusthewee @oediex @midmorninggrey and @sulky-valkyrie

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being a fan of a friend's ocs is actually so humiliating....... like yes my favourite character rn is tragically doomed and a pillar of humanity who i think is relevant to the current world. you can find information about them on discord dot com and sometimes in late-night conversations with this guy i know. what the fuck

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Just Shivana (I think I’m in love with her)

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Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 33 312 | Chapters 15/29

Summary: 

When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.

Read from the beginning

Chapter 15: Trapped

Snippet:

The temple’s entrance emerged from the forest all at once. One moment, they were pushing past tree branches and stepping over thick roots, and the next, Dorian was face-to-face with a huge and unforeseen slab of rock; a moss-covered outcropping of stone which pressed itself out of a high hill of forest covered earth. A rusting metal fixture bolted into the stone was all that marked the spot as being anything other than a plain, rocky cliff. The fixture held a torch which looked old and decrepit enough to crumble in his hands. 

The First stepped forward. He pushed away some growth of vines and tapped his staff over the creeping moss which grew as a soft fur coat up the cliff's shadowed lower half. The moss crumbled away, revealing rows and rows of intricate runic carvings. 

Then the First said something, a muttered string of Elvhen words accompanied by another couple taps of his staff. The carvings alighted, and the rock split open. 

Dorian watched as the stone creaked in low, grating sounds to reveal a doorway into pitch darkness. He plucked the torch from the wall, glad to find it felt sturdy enough in his hand, and lit it with a spark of magic. The spark took to the wrappings in a gust of energy, flame-like but not. Wisps of greenish flame stuck to its top, but looking closely, the torch didn’t even really seem to burn. The eerie veil-tinted light was steady, unaffected by Dorian’s motion or any passing breeze. 

Dorian gestured with his torch towards the dark entryway which the elf had revealed. “After you,” he offered. 

Without hesitation or concern, in marched the First.

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15 Lines of Dialogue - Ixchel Lavellan

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagged by @anneapocalypse thank you! I will tag @rosella-writes | @shivunin | @broodwolf221 | @the-rebel-archivist | @oxygenforthewicked | @exalted-dawn | @fadedsweater

“Collect every cheese pastry you can find while I distract the bigots.”

“Follow the evil-colored rocks, find the evil-doer with rocks for brains."

"The Chantry? The Order? They were created by man. They have a concrete beginning, and roots in politics and war. The only constant is the people: the poor, the suffering, the lost. Those are who I stand for. Those are who I fight for."

“I saved them, I saved so many of them! Who cares if they wear robes or plate armor?”

“My path is not easy, but it is worthy. And it is easier to walk it with others."

“All of you. All of you are cruel. All of you are being mean. All of you are smart enough to know that you are doing it; you are making that choice every time you open your damn pretty mouths. Make the choice to shut the fuck up instead!”

"It is not the only way, and I will not allow it to be the only way."

"I know that's not how 'the Game' works. I don't care. If anyone believes we are facing a problem that can't be solved without breaking my principles… I will personally attend to it."

"There is nothing I can do to make the world a better place. I can only keep it going. And what if, one day, I’m too tired? What if, one day, I decide it’s not worth saving? What if, one day… It only takes one day."

“I didn’t have a choice getting into this mess, Dorian Pavus. I never had a choice. I have a choice of how I get out of it. Don’t take that from me too!”

"Belief is not a choice. Belief is a state of being. Hope is a choice.”

"But then at the slightest hint that someone might want to share this pain, to accompany me on this journey—it all comes rushing back. The hope, the fear. And then I’m just waiting for the moment they leave, and I'm just—"

“I may not live forever, but for now, that flower has new life in me. And my duty to that flower, and to the Rememberer, is to give it new life in the retelling.”

“Someone taught you that you were an acceptable sacrifice. Someone taught you not to keep hope for yourself. Someone taught you that you were undeserving.”

“Maybe it will take centuries more for things to change—but we should start now."

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LET'S FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOO

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Do u guys think anyone will notice the mirroring visual/sensory elements bookending the action in the chapter i just posted im real proud of it

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If you don’t do Demands of the Qun, the Chargers live, but Bull remains loyal to the qun. If you leave him behind, he’ll arrive through a side door to fight you on Viddasala’s orders anyway.  

Consider Krem.  

Consider Krem, who sits in a chair on Bull’s bad side, to be his eyes, so the chief can relax when he’s off-duty. Consider Krem, who trusts Bull with his life, but knows he can get up to some truly hair-brained shenanigans when left on his own, and watches him as often as he watches the room.  

Consider Krem seeing Bull slip out of the tavern, silently, without a word to anyone, with his jaw set and his eye sharp. Consider Krem feeling unease in the pit of his stomach, an unshakable feeling that something is up. Consider Krem following, quietly. 

Bull is good at what he does, but he’s focused on his mission and he’s taught Krem well. Consider the Iron Bull and his shadow passing unseen, both driven by a duty and loyalty of very different kinds. 

The Iron Bull arrives to join the fight, on the wrong side, on the right side, to prove himself a traitor and a loyal soldier. 

Krem knows Iron Bull is a qunari, knows he is Ben Hassrath, but it’s one thing to know a fact and another thing to know. The Iron Bull does not act like a qunari. He sings dirty songs and he drinks and he laughs too loud and he fucks like it’s going out of style. 

Consider Krem, for the first time, seeing Hissrad. 

No hard feelings, bas.

In this version of the story, Iron Bull’s loyalty was never tested. He never had to make a sacrifice, one way or the other. This is the story where Iron Bull could have it both ways, where he could continue his knife-edge dance between Tal Vashoth and Qunari. 

But in being both, he is also neither, and when Krem charges in and places himself between Hissrad and the Inquisitor, there is no certainty for the Iron Bull to lean on. The qunari sees an obstacle to be dealt with, but the tal vashoth sees Krem. 

“What are you doing, Chief?“ 

Do the words come? I am doing my duty. Anaan esaam qun. Or do they stick in his throat, hot and raw, because without certainty, the orders made his head swim and his stomach tie into knots, made the faces of the men and women he’s fought beside flicker like nightmares in his mind. The qun has been so far and so distant for so long. To have it this close again, is it a comfort? Or a cage? Does he know the difference? 

“Get out of the way, Krem.“ 

”No.“

Krem is loyal to the Iron Bull first and foremost, but in this world, the tal vashoth world, loyalty is not blind obedience. It’s Krem’s job to push back, to question schemes, to be the voice of something like reason. 

“Don’t do this, Chief. This isn’t you.“ 

But it is. But it isn’t. An order was given. One that Hissrad is compelled to obey. One that the Iron Bull is incapable of obeying. 

“You have to go through me first,” Krem says, angry, determined, defiant, unflinching. Consider Krem, loyal beyond death, who found a friend and a purpose and a home with the Iron Bull. Whose last thoughts, in another story, were of certainty and trust. He’ll come. He’ll call. He won’t leave us. Horns pointing up. In every story where he stands between Hissrad and Iron Bull, he is not afraid.   

There is no version of this story where he dies. When the ax falls, it is from numb fingers, and it rings bloodless against the stones at their feet. 

As long as Krem draws breath, Hissrad will always become Iron Bull.

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AS SAID BY DORIAN PAVUS  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition, updated version

i don't care what they think about me. i care what they think about us.

i like you. more than i should. more than might be wise.

discretion isn't your thing, is it?

all this dancing, politics, and murder makes me a bit homesick.

i suppose it really depends. how bad do you want to be?

living a lie... it festers inside of you, like poison.

i'm a man of many talents. what can i say?

the moment i saw you, i thought "there's a man who knows quality."

if you don't come through this, i swear i'll kill you.

i'm curious where this goes, you and i. we've had fun. perfectly reasonable to leave it here.

here is my proposal: we dispense with the chitchat and move on to something more primal.

i tease you too much, i know.

i'll have to find something we can do that doesn't involve teasing.

time to drink myself into a stupor. it's been that sort of day.

i see you enjoy playing with fire.

i like playing hard to get.

i'm not suggesting we venture into mutual domesticity.

if it's a trap, we escape and kill everyone. you're good at that.

talk to me. let me hear how mystified you are by my anger.

oh, i'm not arguing. just pointing out the ridiculously obvious.

if you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, i may or may not come.

now... what was i talking about? ah, yes. me.

i am apparently an incredible ass at accepting gifts.

i prefer the company of men.

would you prefer me bound and leashed?

sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.

you are the man i love, [name]. nothing will truly keep us apart.

the things you ask are just... very personal.

sometimes... love isn't enough.

there will always be an "us." we'll just be... farther apart, for a time.

i had no idea something like you was possible.

i'm imagining what you would look like in a dress.

i've never seen you smile so much!

i have no idea what you're talking about.

you stand there, flexing your muscles, huffing like some beast of burden with no thought save conquest.

you're shaping the world for good or ill. how could i aspire to do any less?

my footsies are freezing, thank you.

don't you ever bathe?

you're not suggesting we're similar.

watch where you're pointing that thing!

i'm not wearing a skirt.

it's significantly more impressive than hitting them with a sharp piece of metal.

i only meant to say i'm very sorry for your loss.

we can continue this dance forever, if you wish.

i'm saying we should be careful what we assume when it comes to such matters.

demons don't appreciate a man with good hair.

what i wouldn't give for some proper wine.

your outfit's entertaining. i'll give you that.

he had to leave early on account of assassination.

it's nice to know you have friends.

i'm here to do what is right.

come on, just answer the question.

they were asking me about you. personal things.

you said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. this is more like knee-high.

so what's your estimation? think we can win?

you can't call me pampered. nobody's peeled a grape for me in weeks.

you startled me. you're always so... nondescript.

you're a special and unique snowflake. live the dream.

i wanted to see you make flowers bloom with your song. just once.

you've done a lot less dancing naked in the moonlight than expected.

i've never seen anyone in this part of the world do it.

i realize there's more to you than that.

have i offended you?

for hating the outdoors, you sure seem to like bad weather.

i can't figure you out, [name].

you don't play their stupid game, they send an assassin or three your way.

i can't believe you're scared of magic.

i'm going to take that as a compliment.

still don't like me, [name]? after all this time?

[name], i owe you an apology.

i suspect people will use any excuse to hate us.

why be ashamed? power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.

maybe you're not a complete moron.

i just need to know you're capable of higher thought. for my own comfort.

it would take work. and soap. lots and lots of soap.

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A slow arrow

Solas you are not making this any easier for yourself

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oh wait false alarm i still have more shards to get. This is definitely not going to be worth it

I have cleared. The Hinterlands

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Took all my shards to the final door. Back in my day arcane horrors hid in basements. And were actually like. Hard to kill.

I have cleared. The Hinterlands

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I have cleared. The Hinterlands

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"Attempting to impose order over chaos is futile. Nature is, by its very nature, chaotic."

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"You're a Failure, and your family died knowing it."

I finally finished it!

I got majorly distracted with only 2 sections of this left, and it gathered dust for a bit. But here it is! All the angst!

My Emmit Hawke, purple and unromanced. He's just very tired and never given a break, so might as well strand him in the Fade, right? (I love my Hawke, promise)

There was originally a part 2 that has a bit more of a hopeful tune to leaving him behind, but I dunno if I'll get to that. We'll see.