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archived;;

So if it wasn’t obvious by my total lack of activity here, I’m going to be archiving TTT. He was a spur of the moment muse, and I still love him, but I have absolutely no desire to do anything with him. Sorry to all those who’ve been waiting on replies from me, but there’s no inspiration or drive left for him.

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So despite my negligence of this blog (I got into Assassin’s Creed and thus very distracted from Tumblr) I’m not actually abandoning it and/or on some kind of hiatus. Once I get up to speed on my other blog I’ll try to get back into this. Because I love my booze/drug soaked son, even if he’s the worst ever. In the meantime! Like this if you want a starter whenever I’m back.

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I have officially caught up on all my drafts. Boom!

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   Meredith is nothing if not stubborn. Worse than him, even, and that is a feat to be sure.    Thomas wonders if she was always this ill tempered. He’s heard plenty about how harsh    and cruel she was as Knight Commander of Kirkwall, but his wondering stretches back    farther. He can easily imagine her as a child, blonde hair, blue eyes, and that scowl that    somehow managed to contort her entire face. 

   The idea of her being a happy, cheerful child is simply too ridiculous to imagine. Nobody    could possibly become this bitter and jaded and grouchy. If so, it was an impressive feat    to turn her so sour and cruel in just one lifetime. Not even an entire lifetime, just the early    bits of it, for she wasn’t that old when she became Knight Commander.

   Thomas, of course, takes his damn time getting up. His coat has laid forgotten over the    back of the chair next to him, but he turns for it now. The autumn chill has settled into    Skyhold early, and he’s sure it has everything to do with their chilly location.

       “I thought you were nosy. Plenty of stories of how        involved you were in Kirkwall. Give that up now that        you’ve been beaten and dragged back here? Seems        an odd thing to give up on now. But oh well. Maybe        Cullen just doesn’t trust you with the sensitive information.”

“I appreciate your concern, Inquisitor. But believe me, this is not necessary. I am perfectly fine regardless of my conscience. I am sure there are more important problems to discuss than my condition.”

She waited patiently, didn’t desire to leave the warm tavern in the next minutes. The air was cold as the summer turned to autumn and with the change came the cold wind over the mountains, which surrounded the fortress. Meredith hated this weather and rather wished to stay inside the rooms all day than spending her time with the recruits outside.

Even if the Inquisitor was not her preferred company, he prevented her to step outside again at least. So she leaned against the wall, arms crossed over the chest and watched the Inquisitor as he grabbed his coat. In this moment she wished she would have one as well.

“This would change nothing, he wants to see you to discuss the next steps in the western approach. And no, I haven’t asked for details – this is nothing of my concern and I do not care about it as long as my recruits are not involved.”

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lady-chalon:

Initially, she simply nods as the man speaks; the plan was to do so until he was finished, but mention of the nobility and their shenanigans resulted in a puff of laughter.

“I suppose it does require a certain mindset to deal with their squabbling, yes - that’s fair.” Even she didn’t particularly care for such things. Mostly, it had become the norm, and thus she found comfort in it regardless of whether it was enjoyable or not. “Although sometimes, overhearing it all can be worthwhile. Such petty things can be turned into amusing jokes.” Sometimes. Not always - not even often, for that matter.

   The promise of an overheard story or piece of gossip sometimes being turned into    jokes doesn’t exactly inspire Thomas to want to attend every future meeting promptly.    There’s plenty of sources of jokes that don’t require him to sit through such dull,    endless meetings. Even as she laughs and suggests it, there’s something in her tone    of voice that suggests even she’s reaching for a plus side to the meetings.

       “It’s alright to say that they’re boring and generally worthless.        I won’t tell anyone. Politics are definitely something that I would        prefer never to have to deal with. Alas, I seem to have found        myself in exactly the wrong position for that.”

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   The idea that he, of all people, would blame her of being selfish almost makes Thomas    choke on the air as he breathes. He is the self proclaimed king of selfishness--self    centered, indulgent, irresponsible. The list goes on and on. He can’t even begin to blame    her for wanting to get out of a family that had rigid expectations for her and follow her    dreams. It was a far better reason than just wanting to get drunk and whore around as    much as possible before they inevitably handed you over to the Chantry. Though, he    supposed that now he’d pretty well escaped it.

   Brows raising as she goes on, not necessarily expecting so much...intimate detail about    her life, Thomas does his best to shrug off her apology.

       “Ah, it’s alright. My family wanted me to go serve the Chantry...        which is pretty much the last thing I ever wanted to do. But        everyone does if they don’t take the name and become head of        household, and I was the youngest son. So I pretty much didn’t        have a choice. They definitely don’t approve of my lifestyle or        choices, but the whole chosen one of the Maker has placated        them. Otherwise they pretty much hate me.”

   It’s said as simply as though he were stating his name. If Thomas had ever cared what    his parents and family thought about his life, that time had long since passed.

       “You’re the one who has to live your life, and you only get one--        might as well live it on your terms so you can be happy.”

Dagna smiled at hearing him laugh. He had a nice laugh, and it made her feel more at ease. “He was good at that, yeah. And I suppose everything has to be tried at least once.”

She blushed a little at his next words, and had to press her lips together to keep her smile from getting too wide, and positively splitting her face in half.

“That’s… thank you, for seeing that way. Most people blame me for being selfish, in leaving.” She swallowed hard at his next words, trying to steer her thoughts away from her father, still in Orzammar. Without her. “You’re right on that. My father… well, we haven’t talked in close to ten years now. Actually more, now that I think about it. It seems both so long ago and like it was only yesterday I left… I don’t know what he’d say if he could see me now, but I also can’t imagine what I’d be if I had stayed behind. Miserable, maybe. Or at least not… not as happy. I don’t think.”

She rolled her shoulders back, and tried to stand up a little more straight, forcing the dour thoughts away. “I’m sorry, I’m getting all moody. Didn’t mean to.”

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   It’s too early and Thomas is much too hungover to try to make sense of the weird way    the kid talks. If Harding wants to employ eleven year old kids to do her scout work, fine.    Whatever. She did her job well enough, and he didn’t much care how it got done. Right    now, all he wanted was some elfroot tea for the hangover, and breakfast. Maybe a shot    if it went away slowly. 

   Apparently, a peaceful morning is not in his cards. The child falls into step easily beside    him, probably because he’s trudging along at the pace of a sick ox, and speaks up. The    last thing he wants to deal with is work, but totally ignoring it just seems negligent in a    way that he’s not. So he sighs, rubbing his eyes, and dares to ask after what the child    has seen.

       “Oh? What’d you see? You can always run        it by Harding. She’s usually pretty good at        figuring out what’s important and what’s not.”

The child falls in step with the Inquisitor toward the impromptu breakfast hall. He seems completely devoid of any sense of inferiority or awe toward Thomas, though there is a sort of pragmatic respect in his voice and acts.

~I am neither. I am myself, but I am helping out. I am eleven, actually. I like the mountains around here, lots of… interesting places. Lots of answers. I report to Harding if I see something interesting, but mostly I go by myself.~

The little boy yawns, the tiredness of the night seeping into him.

~ I did see something, tonight. Unsure if it is… relevant or not, though.~

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   The question isn’t one that Thomas has exactly thought about. It’s an idea that’s passed    through his mind once or twice, but he’s never entertained the thought for long. The end    of Corypheus suggests the end of the Inquisition, but that’s not set in stone. Either way,    he’d like to stay as far from his family as possible. Chantry life wasn’t for him.

       “Haven’t thought about it much. Still trying to sort out surviving        Corypheus and sending him back to...wherever it is he came from.        If the Inquisition dissolves afterwards...I don’t know. I guess I’ll        have to go home. They’ll want to parade me around, and as long        as they have booze at the parties, I suppose I can tolerate that life        a little while.”

“ I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a good amount of my countrymen who were secretly hopping that Corypheus will succeed. I want my people to change, for the better that is.” 

He stated with a soft chuckle as he took another sip of his wine before returning the glass to the table. 

“ And what of you Herald? What do you plan on doing once Corypheus is defeater?”

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   If the Wardens really are losing their minds and headed off to the hills to die, this one    seems remarkably well balanced. And he sounds like he’s got a good head on his    shoulders. Very practical, rational approach to what brings him all the way to Skyhold. 

   Thomas is too hungover to worry much about the fact that it’s very unlikely he’s getting    the whole story. There’s no room to turn down allies, not right now. Anyway, it’s Leliana’s    job to decide whether or not the guy is trustworthy enough to let into the Inquisition.    Everyone’s got their lies, so long as they’re not ones that endanger the rest of the    Inquisition, they’re fine.

   Brows lift in mild surprise when the Warden introduces himself. The name isn’t    entirely familiar, but it sounds like one he’s heard before. Not a close family, but not one    that’s entirely off the maps, then. 

       “Indeed, from the Trevelyan family. Sprawling clan that it is.        This is certainly a departure from the Chantry life they’d all        had lined up. But I guess Herald of Andraste isn’t too shabby.”

He’s a lot more… gruff than he had assumed. Then again Marcher’s always seemed to look either like Kings or angry barbarians emerging from the bum-lands of nowhere. Alas, he had found himself under the guise of curiosity, seeing if rumors were true as he brought a blade to toss as aid. So far, the stories of the Inquisitor were falling a bit flat. Hopefully more would come to prove better…

❛ That was my agenda. There are demons raining from the sky and wardens are literally disappearing left and right. Can’t help but worry about the rest of Thedas. ❜ 

Which was true, in his opinion. There may have been more to it, but it was the gist of his problems. If there were problems lying within the major groups that lined each quiet countryside, with the sudden boom of the Inquisition, they had to know something. Or well, he was hoping they knew something.

❛ Warden-Commander Eien Monette of Ostwick, ser. I hear you hail from the same lands? ❜

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   Despite technically losing the sparring match, and owing the blonde woman drinks, it’s    not really a loss at all. Raising his brows when she challenges him, that smile back on    her lips like she knows it really is this easy to goad him into an afternoon of drinking and    Maker knows what else, Thomas sheaths his sword. At the very least she promised not    to stab him in the back. And she’s suggesting they drink before midday.

   That makes her about as good as it gets in his books.

       "First of all, everyone’s the backstabbing type when        put in the right situation. And second, I am always up        for drinking and story telling. You know that, or else        you wouldn’t be smiling like that. Come on, then. Now        that I know you’ve got a good sword arm, it’s time to        test your liver, and see what kind of stories you have.”

   He doesn’t even wait for her answer, just turns towards the tavern and takes off at a    slow stroll. She’s the one who suggested drinks, so it’s the least he can do to indulge    her...and himself...at the same time.

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A breathless laugh as she sheathed her sword. Elexorien did a very good service to her uncle for many years on Seheron- it will serve her equally well, she told herself. “Stab you in the back? But who will save the world, then? Don’t worry, I’m not the backstabbing type of person.” A wide, nearly sunshiney-smile as if she was about to prove a point- look, I am completely harmless. “Sooo…. did we say anything about the loser buying some drinks? Or is the Herald of Andraste too busy for that?” More like he already had his drinks, but it didn’t matter. always get yourself on good terms with the right people- some parts of her education still remained with her. Despite all attempts to not be anything like her parents. Or like Michael. Or like any noble in Tevinter. Jane smiled as she stepped closer. “You look like one of those people who know how to have a good time and tell some really interesting stories.. if you are in that kind of mood.” 

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   Breathing fire is an appealing idea. Yet as reckless as Thomas was, he wasn’t stupid.    Fire and very strong booze spelled disaster. Especially since he was pretty sure he    leaked booze out of his pores at this point. Couldn’t risk catching himself on fire. Leave    that to the guy in Tantervale. Still, it’s an impressive story, and he wishes he’d been    there to see it. 

   Taking another swig of the stuff, he passes it back to Samson without another thought.    Already his mind is wandering to how to get Cullen to let the guy out of his sight for a    day...and all the mischief they could get up to in 24 hours. Catching sight of the guard    that he knows is supposed to be shadowing him gives Thomas the idea he needs.

       “So, assuming I can get Cullen to chill the fuck out for a day,        and I think I can...when was the last time you got laid? Because        I’m thinking hookers...and I know just where to get them. Good        ones too. It might take a bit, but they’ll come with some of the...        other stuff. Oh, man. It’ll be a great day.”

   He’s giddy as a school boy, managing to lay out solid plans in his head, despite the    fog of alcohol that sits heavy in his brain. Samson’s had a shit time of it all, and he’s    been the only person who hadn’t sneered at everything Thomas did. As far as he cared,    that made him good in his book. Corypheus or not. Guy deserved a break.

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It burned like liquid fire, but as long as it kept burning inside… he was starting to feel cold, and the heat of the alcohol in his guts was pleasant enough to endure another swig, then he passed it back to the Inquisitor. Ah, when was the last time he sat down to do that? Passing around the alcohol, sitting at a campfire… he finished his beer to wash away the memories of better times he would only end up missing far too much.  “Pft. There was once a man in Tantervale… would spit fire. Some cheap, strong booze and a candle and holy shit, that burns like wildfire. Real’ impressive shit, I’m telling you.” He would only start feeling tipsy in a few swigs, but it was alright, it was not like he clung much to his liver anyways.  Samson nodded in agreement and glanced down at the flask in his hand. Well… just getting drunk until he died of liver failure… sounded better than dragging himself day through day under Cullen’s command. “Yeah… if you can do that, you won’t have to do all your stuff alone. I think people here like to stay prim and proper.” 

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Everyone brace. I’m here to do drafts and I’m too lazy to bother with my queue.

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thread cleanup and revival;;

   So the past few weeks have been pretty crazy, and I’ve neglected this blog pretty badly.    Heck, I neglected my main blog pretty badly. I just ignored this one entirely. So, I’m sorry    about that. I’m going through my thread tracker and making note of all the threads I’ve    got going that I plan on replying to, as well as shorter things {probably meme based    threads} that I’m going to drop. This is just to get ahold of everything I owe and let people    know I haven’t forgotten about you. If you have a thread up here in a category you’d prefer    it not be in, please don’t hesitate to let me know. If you want to drop things or keep things,    just hit up my inbox and I’ll change it. I’m happy to oblige, since I’ve been the lamest RP    partner of all time.

Threads to be kept:

-Share Some Lines with @redeulogy​ {my turn to reply}

-Sunspot for the Sinquisitor for @tevenesunshine​ {my turn to reply}

-Para thread with @judexcrederis​ {your turn to reply}

-Para thread with @vvolka​ {my turn to reply}

-Chat thread with @dashing-altus​ {my turn to reply}

-Para thread with @wild-mageling​ {my turn to reply}

-Para thread with @unliikelyscholar​ {my turn to reply}

-Chat thread with @lady-chalon​ {my turn to reply}

-Para thread with @bloodylyrium​ {my turn to reply}

Threads to be dropped:

-Chat thread with @unsupernal​

-Para thread with @oholyvile​

   Again–if you’d like me to change where I’ve got your thread listed, please let me know.    This is all quite flexible, and just to make sure everyone can be on the same page when    I start getting to all my drafts. If I hear nothing from you or you just give this a like,    I’ll assume that you’re okay with whatever is listed here regarding our threads.

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thread cleanup and revival;;

   So the past few weeks have been pretty crazy, and I’ve neglected this blog pretty badly.    Heck, I neglected my main blog pretty badly. I just ignored this one entirely. So, I’m sorry    about that. I’m going through my thread tracker and making note of all the threads I’ve    got going that I plan on replying to, as well as shorter things {probably meme based    threads} that I’m going to drop. This is just to get ahold of everything I owe and let people    know I haven’t forgotten about you. If you have a thread up here in a category you’d prefer    it not be in, please don’t hesitate to let me know. If you want to drop things or keep things,    just hit up my inbox and I’ll change it. I’m happy to oblige, since I’ve been the lamest RP    partner of all time.

Threads to be kept:

-Share Some Lines with @redeulogy​ {my turn to reply}

-Sunspot for the Sinquisitor for @tevenesunshine​ {my turn to reply}

-Para thread with @judexcrederis​ {your turn to reply}

-Para thread with @vvolka​ {my turn to reply}

-Chat thread with @dashing-altus​ {my turn to reply}

-Para thread with @wild-mageling​ {my turn to reply}

-Para thread with @unliikelyscholar​ {my turn to reply}

-Chat thread with @lady-chalon​ {my turn to reply}

-Para thread with @bloodylyrium​ {my turn to reply}

Threads to be dropped:

-Chat thread with @unsupernal​

-Para thread with @oholyvile​

   Again--if you’d like me to change where I’ve got your thread listed, please let me know.    This is all quite flexible, and just to make sure everyone can be on the same page when    I start getting to all my drafts. If I hear nothing from you or you just give this a like,    I’ll assume that you’re okay with whatever is listed here regarding our threads.

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Michiel Huisman for InStyle April 2015 (USA)

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sentence starters.

"Are we really just friends, then?"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you."

"In war you must always choose sides. One or the other."

"I can't believe you!"

"I swear it won't happen again."

"What did you say?"

"I'm not jealous, why would you say that?"

"Why are you smiling so much today?"

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

"They were just a friend, okay? Nothing more."

"When you said you loved me, I thought it was going to be forever."

"Fighting this war on your own must be exhausting."

"Are you going to let me go?"

"Before you pull the trigger, you should know my name."

"A killer with a conscious; it’s no wonder they cut you loose."

"The real gift isn’t freedom. It’s what we get to do with it."

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

"I'm sorry I called you at 3AM. I needed you."

"Maybe I was wrong. I don't need you in my life."

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

"We can't keep doing this."

"I don't want to be your secret, anymore."

"I have the right to know what's going on!"

"The police are coming."

“You. Me. Sex. Now."

"You're not welcome here anymore."

"Could you tell the truth for once?"

“Close your eyes, what you’re seeing is not real, you have to listen to my voice, alright?”

“Did you take something? You’re not making sense!”

“You have to focus on me, there’s no one else here.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?”

“Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.”

“Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?”

“You need to think about yourself every once in a while.”

“I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!”

"I can't believe you dragged me into this."

"I might have had a few shots."

"Are you sure this is legal?"

"Isn't this amazing?"

"I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

"I don't need your sympathy."

"I'll miss you when you leave."

"You have to believe me."

"I'm a monster."

"You shouldn't love me."

"Stay the night. Please."

"You can't die. Please don't die."

"Run away with me."

"It's about the baby. It's yours."

"I wish this could last forever, don't you?"

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“and then there’s no good way to end things, ‘cause it’s ending, y'know?.”

“This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!”

“I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!”

“even when we’re not together, will you stay with me?”

“i drank up all my money.”

“You promised I wouldn’t find you like this again!”

“i want to taste your blood on my lips.”

“you survived because of me.”

“I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.”

“Have you been drinking? It’s not even noon!”

“you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you.”