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QUESTION: when you rise from the ashes are you still who you were before or wholly new?

DOES THE PHOENIX REMEMBER BURNING? // l.s. (via poemsforpersephone)

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lostson‌:

          ❝ i have. i’ve never actually done the table trick alone, either. ❞ these words are cut very short ⏤ so much for not fumbling and revealing himself. ❝ ⏤so, you’re probably right. sleeves it is. ❞ he continues to practice himself, sitting on the corner of the table as opposed to one of the seats. its been some time since he’s played a proper game ; and it shows only slightly that he’s out of practice. his old boss would have been ashamed of him, even for the slightest fumble. but he’ll forgive himself, for now ; things are different, and his hands are a bit shakier than they used to be. 

          lips quirking to the side, he thinks on the possibility of tricking blackwall. a much better idea than the chargers ; he hadn’t even thought of it, as he hardly pays much attention to the old man. ❝ i like the way you think. besides ⏤ blackwall might be less likely to jump me if he does catch me. ❞ eleonore’s own movements catch his eye, and he nods towards the card, a curious look in his eyes. this isn’t quite the reaction he was expecting. ❝ you seem oddly okay with me tricking your companions, inquisitor. ❞

          “you ought to practice it alone until you have it near perfected,” she replies, flicking the card in her hand into and out of sight. card tricks for entertainment purposes are frivolous and silly, but games of wicked grace in back rooms oft hold information and gold for whoever can win, be it with skill or trickery. “though simply stacking the deck may suit you just as well.” lips quirk as he speaks and she looks at the card for a moment before setting it on the table face-side up.           “i doubt he would react in any manner like the chargers,” éléonore takes not of the curious gleam in his eye and her own blue ones are alight with interest behind the gold of her mask. “tricking them at wicked grace is harmless,” the words come easy, “and if they do fall for it, it will only force them to stay more - ah - aware of their surroundings in the future.”

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The deceitfullness of Riches {details} | Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale

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sentiinelle‌:

          IT’S  NOT  THE  FIRST  TIME  HE’S  BEEN  ASKED  QUESTIONS  OF  THIS  SORT,   and  he  doubts  it’ll  be  the  last  time.    Everyone  is  on  edge  now,   and  those  not  possessing  the  knowledge  that  the  Grey  Wardens  do  have  every  right  to  be  ANXIOUS  that  they  may  see  another  Blight  because  of  everything  that’s  happening.    The  answer  remains  the  same;     ❝  No.    I  won’t  claim  to  be  an  expert  in  matters  of  the  Fade—   but  archdemons?    They  come  from  underground.    DEEP  underground.  ❞The  memory  of  Urthemiel  and  its  very  presence  in  the  world  and  in  his  mind  brings  a  faint  frown  to  his  otherwise  agreeable  enough  countenance.    Still,   Alistair  knows  that  plenty  of  dangerous  things  might  come  through  a  rift,   but  no  archdemon  will  be  one  of  them.     ❝  It  is  said  that  the  Old  Gods  were  originally  summoned  from  the  Fade,   but  without  the  taint  of  darkspawn,   they’re  not  archdemons.    Even  if  the  minds  of  those  Old  Gods  still  wander  the  Fade  somewhere,   physically  their  bodies  remain  underground.  ❞

          the questions arise both from her own curiosity, but also that of those around her. the desperate, dirt-streaked faces of shivering civilians in the hinterlands that would approach her with beseeching requests and frightened questions sometimes fill her mind. she cannot help them all with their small quarries and requests - has not even tried, not with worries so much larger looming above them all - but having a plain answer to their questions of the blight will help. it will, at least, get them off her back a touch faster. éléonore nods again after he has finished speaking, “have you ever thought of making such things more common knowledge?” she prods lightly, “it would surely put to rest the fears of the people.”

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sirencapt‌:

‘ It’s no fun drinking alone, tell me do you ever have a time off? ‘

          “drinking alone at the herald’s rest is an immensely difficult task. that being said, i do plan on coming with you. it is not polite to abandon a guest so quickly.” there is a mild, teasing lilt to her voice.

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WHAT COLOR IS YOUR MUSE ?

you are darkolivegreen #556B2F

Your dominant hues are green and yellow. There's no doubt about the fact that you think with your head, but you don't want to be seen as boring and want people to know about your adventurous streak now and again.

Your saturation level is medium - You're not the most decisive go-getter, but you can get a job done when it's required of you. You probably don't think the world can change for you and don't want to spend too much effort trying to force it.

Your outlook on life is slightly darker than most people's. You try to see things for what they are and face situations honestly. You'd rather get to the point than look for what's good.

tagged  by:  @heraldeath tagging:  anyone who wants to!

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sirencapt‌:

‘ Well as long as it has AMAZING ale, then sure sounds good shall we get going Lady inquisitor hm? ‘

          “you will have to be the judge of the grade of the ale, captain. we shall. it is right this way.”

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“  you could still be what you want to.  ” // from Abel

          “i will be,” she speaks with steady assurance and surety in herself, her goals, and her future. fingers remain steady around the flute of pale, bubbling liquid she had plucked off of a passing servant and éléonore smiles at abel, “or do you think i want to be something i am not?”

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          ❝  YOU  GET  BAD  DREAMS,   and  then  you  start  to  hear  the  music.    It  calls  to  you.    Quiet  at  first,   and  then  so  LOUD  you  can’t  bear  it.  ❞

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psa -- please take your time.

                    The community has been growing MORE & MORE supportive overtime. Most roleplayers do not mind the length of time that it takes for you to reply to things, which is WONDERFUL!! But, there are still some people who actually do mind the length of time, so please REBLOG this if you are not bothered by the time it takes for your roleplay partner to reply to you, and would much rather prefer them to be COMFORTABLE and HAPPY. 

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i love when you write half of a reply and then your brain just like. stops. working.

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dragon age inquisition sentence starter

“ Bad things should happen to bad people. “  ” Rich tits always try for more than they deserve “ “ Whatever the truth is, that belief gives you power. ” “ Can’t you see why I want nothing to do with that life? ” “ I have seen the throne of the gods, and it was empty. ” “ I will not suffer even an unknowing rival. You must die! ” “ Tell me… where is your Maker now? Call him, call down his wrath upon me! You cannot. For he does not exist! ” “ Common ground is the start of all negotiations. ” “ Though darkness closes, I am shielded by flame. ” “ It spoke of judgement instead of acceptance. It should encourage the good in everyone, rather than rebuke us for our sins. No one should be turned away from our doors. No one is without worth. Whoever you are, whatever your mistakes, you are loved. Unconditionally. ” “ If we’re going to change it, why not change the whole thing? ” “ I’ve known mages. Some of them were better people than me. And yet I’m free and they’re not. It’s not right. ” “ Sometimes you have to figure out for yourself what the pledge to protect others really means. ” “ You are who you choose to follow. ” “ Took me years to understand what he meant. ” “ But wars are won by men. ” “ You inspire them. ” “ Build on that foundation, and you will have an army that makes nations tremble. ” “ We all need to believe there are such men in the world. ” “ I needed to believe I could be one of them. ” “ We could make the world better. ” “ It’s just easier to shut our eyes. ” “ It’s not right… to want to do good, to be good, and have that turned against you. ” “ At this moment, you are the only threat I see. ” “ How seldom does reality match the ideal. ” “ We must do so with open hearts and open hands. ” “ I see what must be done, and I do it! I see no point in running around in circles like a dog chasing its tail. ” “ At some point, power becomes its own master. ” “ They will stand in the fire and complain that it is hot. “  “ I want to help. ” “ I used to be like you. I’m not anymore. You shouldn’t be either. ” “ They forgot about him. ” “ I came through to help… and I couldn’t. ” “ Isn’t it wonderful? ” “ Living a lie… it festers inside you, like poison. You have to fight for what’s in your heart. ” “ It’s my duty to stand with you. ” “ I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult. ” “ We’re a lot more fragile than we’d like to believe. ” “ Life isn’t about personal freedom. ” “ People don’t always tell the truth when you’re polite. ” “ We pick the ones willing to make the hard decisions… and live with the consequences. ” “ Every great war has its heroes. I’m just curious what kind you’ll be. ” “ No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying. ” “ I would not trade it for anything. ” “ I hope there’s a damn good punchline coming. ” “ The truly great ones can keep their distance. They don’t get attached to their people. ” “ I always wind up babysitting my informants and worrying about their families. ” “  Heroes are everywhere. I’ve seen that.” “ That’s beyond heroes. We’re going to need a miracle. ” “ For those who value survival, sentimentality is not an option. ” “ I’m never truly out of my element. ”

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*    /      DAUGHTER  PROMPTS   !

lyric prompts from the indie folk band.  change pronouns as necessary.

“  we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers.  ”

“  you’ve got a second chance.  ”

“  you could still be what you want to.  ”

“  you’ve got a warm heart.  ”

“  i want all that is not mine.  ”

“  i want him, but we’re not right.  ”

“  i should go now.  ”

“  i’m sorry if i smothered you.  ”

“  it’s a waste of time.  ”

“  we are the reckless.  ”

“  one day we’ll reveal the truth.  ”

“  and you caused it.  ”

“  well, i’ve lost it all.  ”

“  i’m just a silhouette.  ”

“  most of us are bitter over someone.  ”

“  don’t think about the consequences.  ”

“  don’t you dare look back.  ”

“  walk away.  ”

“  i want you so much, but i hate your guts.  ”

“  thought you said you didn’t feel pain.  ”

“  i find it soothing when i am confined.  ”

“  i’m just fearing one day soon i’ll lose my mind.  ”

“  she isn’t coming back for me.  ”

“  you must know you’re doing the right thing.  ”

“  i just sit in silence.  ”

“  i don’t care.  i don’t care anymore.  ”

“  i’m not searching for replacements.  ”

“  i’m too drunk to fight.  ”

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Princess Langwidere in every episode:

→ 1x06 Beautiful Wickedness

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lostson‌:

           this is the sort of work exchange he likes, quick and to the point. while there are far more interesting places to go than the hinterlands, and it wouldn’t be his first choice ; its better than spending his days on nothing. vic gives eleonore a serious nod of confirmation, taking note of the plan. ❝ don’t you worry. i may not be the brightest, but i know better than to quarrel with a lad twice my size who calls himself the iron bull. we’ll be alright. ❞ playful concentration then sweeps across his face, and he looks back to the table with tilted head. perhaps she’s right ⏤ he’s scarcely come across this trick himself, but the chargers get around far more. a childish groan mixed with a sigh leaves him, and he slowly plucks a few cards from the table. 

          ❝ but ⏤ up the sleeves is so over-done, don’t you think ? expected, even ? ❞ a card is put up into his sleeve as he speaks, and he idly practices discreetly drawing it to fidget. ❝ i mean, its the oldest trick in the book. gets borin’ after awhile. there must be something better. ⏤ maybe i’d be better off using the table trick on someone else. the commander, maybe ? ❞

          “it seems that would be common sense, and yet,” the iron bull could easily take down most anyone in skyhold, yet those who would attack the attaché of the inquisitor seem to take no heed of his sheer size and power. shoulders rise and fall in a mild shrug as she moves to sit across from him at the table ( not before making sure the seat had nothing sticky or wet on it ) and peer at his movements as victor draws the cards from their hiding place. with practice ad nauseam one might be able to do it perfectly, and yet she still suspects the chargers would realize they were being conned quite quickly. they’re rather sharp.           “yes,” éléonore agrees - up the sleeve is perhaps the most expected way for someone to cheat, “though you have likely done it more often than the table, have you not? you will be better at it, less likely to fumble and reveal yourself.” she reaches over and selects a card, palms it with a well-practiced motion to make it seem as though the card has vanished. there is no misdirection with the other hand so the trick falls flat, though it is more something to do rather than an attempt at the true trick. “commander rutherford may be easier, though i do not doubt he is keen enough to catch you at it as well. warden blackwall may be a good quarry.”

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theharellan‌:

“Hm.” His gaze drops to the artefact in question. It looks shabby in her grasp, rusted edges juxtaposed with well-manicured nails. “That remains to be seen, but I am confident I can glean some use from it.” Even if it is only a few scraps of knowledge. Solas reaches forward, his own nails blunt and uneven, his hands marked by magical mishaps. “May I?”

          she turns her wrist and the thing in her hands glints dully. it seems it was once shining and beautiful, before layers of grit and rust and grime caked itself onto the thing. “of course,” éléonore extends her arm towards him, the proffered object butting up against his outstretched fingers, “i would not have the slightest what to do with these things, they are better off in your hands, i am sure.” the words come lightly despite the distrust she still feels around most everyone in skyhold, masked with smiles and friendly enough words in the cool tone of her voice.

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éléonore has a fat, fluffy tuxedo cat named angèle. she found her as an abandoned kitten in the hinterlands and took the cat in! angèle can often be found sunbathing on éléonore’s balcony or preening near the throne in the main hall.