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whil e watching any relatively olde British tv series, play a game of ‘spot that actor who is now famous and played one of your faves’ and u get drunk in no time

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Send me ✡ to learn a spell/skill from my muse

Send me ✴ for my muse to learn from yours

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I had quite a long day of travels and celebrations so Ill prolly pass on writing down any things today.

food for thought tho: what did the world look like before Solas epic-failed? if everything was lime-green and fade-y... .. we all better stop him asap because no amount of skin texture quality will save a created character from that horrible lighting......

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felicity jones icons

like if you use

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to do list: sort out tags, add’em up ;; write yet another ‘about’ story, this time with Rael being extrrra creepy ;; post a starter or plottin call ;; write up a ‘personal quest’ + other plotting suggestions

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‘There! There it is! Look up, that beam, and there’s a book lying on it. Why? Who would-----I mean, what’s the point?’

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"I do want to have a longer discussion."

twig @avoiceofcompassion

It took her some time before she could process the words, too preoccupied by constructing an intricate trap, or rather trying to - she’s not brilliant at this, even though she wants to be. Honestly, the main point of their banter managed to elude Dirthrael from the beginning but not because of an indifference she was demonstrating or anything like that, no. Just so happened that since she arrived, she’d been working, working, truly; it was the same for her when she lived with her clan, and then as she travelled with the mercenaries. She constantly found herself surrounded by people but it had always been all about business and nothing more, small talk was rare. Meaningful talk, even more so.

That’s why she blinked, attempting to settle into this long forgotten state when someone willingly called out for a conversation, her eyes wide with surprise. ‘Really?’ she allowed light tease to soften her voice in order not to offend with any disbelief that might’ve slipped through. With her?

What was it he asked and she replied oh-so absent-mindedly… something about helping. 

'Are you looking for an idle chat or maybe you seek to find such a truth in a discussion that can help you do some practical stuff, hmm?’ Dirthrael was obviously intrigued, also struggling to remember who this guy was, and what he did around and about.

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“ there  was  no  questioning  it,  no  argument. ” “ you’d  think  the  rain  would  wash  away  the  smell. ” “ _______  was  new.  allowances  have  to  be  made. ” “ watching  you  do  that  is  making  me  nervous. ” “ the  whole  point  of  being  lookout  is  that  you  tell  us  if  there’s  trouble.” “ you  can  take  me  in.  you  win. ” “ i  saw  through  the  window,  but  i  didn’t  realize  how  bad  it  was. ” “ tension  implied  something  being  stretched  to  a  limit,  but  we  were  both  being  patient. ” “ we  don’t  want  your  face  to  scare  the  locals  any  more  than  usual. ” “ you  should  give  some  thought  to  keeping  better  company. ” “ he  was,  in  two  short  words,  a  problem. ” “ a  part  of  me  wanted  to  think  of  her  as  a  mother,  but  she  wasn’t. ” “ i  do  want  to  have  a  longer  discussion. ” “ sometimes  i  think  of  them  as  siblings. ” “ if  it  helps,  i’m  starting  to  believe  you. ” “ i  didn’t  enjoy  looking,  but  there  wasn’t  much  else  to  be  done. ” “ then  give  me  a  convincing  lie. ” “ being  different  tends  to  draw  attention,  whether  it’s  being  inferior  or  being  superior. ” “ it’s  sort  of  disgusting  when  a  woman  as  old  as  you  tries  to  giggle  and  act  like  a  little  girl. ” “ if  you’re  being  nice  to  me,  it’s  for  your  benefit,  not  mine. ” “ two  lies  in  two  breaths,  straight  to  my  face.  i  almost  liked  her. ” “ i’ll  try  to  be  intolerable  in  a  useful  way. ” “ but  before  that…  what  have  you  done  so  far?  what  angles  have  been  covered? ” “ give  me  a  kiss  on  the  cheek  or  something,  be  tender  about  it. ” “ i  suspect  the  only  person  who  really  gets  how  you  think  is  you. ” “ to  my  credit,  I  managed  to  stay  on  my  feet  until  the  tenth  punch. ” “ you’re  not  a  nice  human  sometimes. ” “ am  i  ever  decent? ” “ i’d  offer  some  comforting  words,  but  the  less  that’s  said,  the  better. ” “ they’re  making  a  play,  and  we’re  still  completely  in  the  dark  about  what  they  are  and  what  they’re  doing. ”

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As time goes by she does exactly what she’d sworn to do. She explores. No longer having the access to studies, now Gaviel occupies the place she thought would be hers, and the mage is lovely, oh so lovely, talented and most importantly obedient. That is why nothing really changes, they still roam in the least pleasant corners of the forest and in those moments when everyone settles for the night and the clan goes quiet Dirthrael feels it on her skin -  a roar so very chilling, sending thrills up and down her body, when the instinct to fight no longer works, she wants to flee this dreadful camping site. It might be a dragon but she is not allowed to go and check, not that she is foolish enough to do it anyway.

Instead every time she goes hunting she travels in the opposite direction entirely, where the grass feels greener and more animals roam. Where she notices the signs of the presence of others - broken twigs, branches, stomp marks and even footsteps left on the ground.

Such a good thing that she is thought of as an unpleasant company and no fellow elf wants to join her. Namis and Taren would’ve. She bows her head lightly and sighs, hoping they are at peace, if they are anywhere at all after death, while still can’t help wondering if they would’ve been excited right now, approved of what she was about to do. 

At the corner of her eye Dirthrael can already see the settlement. Next trip, she will go there.

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tree of life (2011) inbox meme. change pronouns if needed !!!

“nature only wants to please itself.”

“you find reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around you.”

“love is smiling through all things.”

“i wanted to be loved because i was great.”

“i’m nothing.”

“look at the glory around us.”

“i’m a foolish man.”

“help each other. love everyone. forgive.”

“the only way to be happy is to love.”

“unless you love, your life will flash by.”

“do good to them.”

“grace doesn’t try to please itself.”

“where are you?”

“you let anything happen.”

“why should i be good, when you aren’t?”

“no one who loves the way of grace ever comes to a bad end.”

“what i want to do, i can’t do.”

“i do what i hate.”

“toscanini once recorded a piece sixty five times. you know what he said when he finished? ‘it could be better.’ think about it.”

“he’s in god’s hands now.”

“he was in god’s hands the whole time, wasn’t he?”

“do you know what happened? do you care?”

“are you watching me?”

“i want to know what you are. i want to see what you see.”

“i will be true to you, whatever comes.”

“it takes fierce will to get ahead in this world. 

“if you’re good, people take advantage of you.”

“you’d like to kill me, wouldn’t you?”

“i’m gonna do what i want to do.”

“tell me a story from before we can remember.”

“how do i get back?”

“make me good.”

“you make yourself what you are. you gotta control your own destiny.” 

“you say ‘i’m having trouble’, ‘i’m not done yet’. but you can’t say that you can’t.”

“i made him feel my shame.”

“you’ll be grown before that tree is tall.”

“don’t let anyone tell you there’s anything you can’t do.”

“someday, we’ll fall down and weep, and we’ll understand it all.”

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So tiny she stands there, hiding behind the aravel. Her breathing erratic and cheeks rosy as she’d been running, her eyes sparkle. Yet it is not the youthful brightness in them but tears. She isn’t concealing herself after a childish mischief. There is no a trace of naiveté or a girl’s light-heartedness. The emotions she’s feeling are strong, evil - that of rage and utter bitterness only grown ups experience, those who were let down, betrayed--- but he promised! Not only has he been poisoning everything with his words and actions, everything, but also the one thing he dangled over her, that what she was waiting for... the position that was to be hers.

He was the Keeper and he intended her to be the clan’s First. He trained her, prepared and lectured. However her mother even now, even dead, failed her again. It was her blood that dominated Dirthrael’s veins. Not a mage. Definitely will not be one, it already has not shown and there is no hope left. She could’ve had power, influence, some freedom at least. She could have tried to sway their way of life, bring some change and people may have listened, that was the plan.

Now only her father’s pressuring suffocating authority remained and she, well, what was she to do? She is good with a bow, she reckons. Which means she’d be a... hunter, damn it. Just another run-around elf to carry out menial tasks, shoot away the shem and feed the whiny, forever shaking clan mates. No more extra schooling, no prospects of growth. So young and she’s already buried under this infernal mixture of tradition and cowardice. What’s worse, she is hiding like some beaten animal, crying over her misfortunes, admitting defeat and feeling sorry for herself. Even the halla that is feeding near by is judging her, or so it seems. Pathetic.

She sniffs and she stomps, and lets out a long muffled moan, trying to shake herself up, up and out of it. If this is the cage she is being put in, she refuses to give up still. Dirthrael pinches herself a few times and goes on to wipe off the tears clean, which only makes her eyes look so much redder. Spite takes over and she vows that this is not over. If she were to become a hunter, she would be the best one the clan knows. Perhaps not a proper one-- the sole thought of answering and bowing her head humbly to her father makes her sick-- but an effective one, a needed one, irreplaceable talent. She would better herself against all odds, learn on her own, perhaps even explore. If she gets fast enough, she can travel farther, and maybe no one will notice. She’ll slip away, return just as expected--

No surrender, she muttered angrily. Nowhere to retreat. She could only face whatever there was follow and do her best to come out on top.

Just like that, in one moment, by sheer choice, she is a child no longer.

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Barely coherent mumbling, she’s reading the message on the wall out loud:

‘Enter the archery contest and win five free rounds at the tavern, and a royal dinner----                        F i ve, Elgar'nan.’

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The rain is too heavy, as if the sky was torn open and now all the water is pouring out--- not too much of a stretch for a metaphor, not when there are tears in the Veil all over, not since the Breach. Naturally the stones are slippery, so it’s only a matter of time until she goes tumbling down from the hill, no amount of skill or gear could prove to be helpful in this sort of weather.

It’s only a miracle that she does not break her neck and the bow, which flies off a little further, as she ends up on the ground relatively safe, except for that sharp pain in her side, causing her to jerk and moan in pain. After some moments of obligatory suffering however, Dirthrael forces herself up, despite all the bruises, the aching ankle, shoulder and, oh yes---- she moves her hand over the ribcage to the left and of course finds that some blood was drawn. There is a cut, not too deep, though, just accidental. A dagger must’ve slipped out and she fell on her own weapon.

No, not hers. There is a grimace of pain now, yet not because of the injuries, but due to plaguing memories. It belonged to her mother this one, Dirthrael herself never being much for throwing knives or cutting things. Arrows and a bow she found to be more noble of a weapon, civilized - there was always a possibility of facing an enemy openly, with honour. Whereas with a dagger you had to be sneaky, to get close to someone, to lie, to crawl...

A bitter laugh followed as she commanded herself not to get lost in the past, as well as in that foolish irony of the fact that one of the few things her mother left her with could’ve killed her just now. There was a sign from the reality, declaring clearly: holding onto old sentiments will only hurt you, maybe even kill, even if by accident. So why is she still carrying the useless thing around?

She plunges it into the ground with fierce passion and gets up, walking to examine if her bow is in tact, then to pick it up. Some of the Inquisition soldiers went missing presumably not too far from around here. There is no amount of time she can waste any longer, hurting both mentally and physically, so she shakes it off and tries to figure out where to head next, narrowing her eyes in an attempt to see through the heavy rain.

Having figured out the needed direction she almost sets to go. However, in a moment of hesitation she returns to the dagger and gathers it again, putting in quite some strength to get it out.

Let’s be practical. She might need it to cut things. Maybe ropes or a juicy steak. She will consider trading this dagger for a new one, though.

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She is sitting on the ground near the tavern and at first there is nothing that catches the eye about her choice of resting area or the way she is fully focused on manipulating something in her hands----- quite often those who partake in crafting sit outside to enjoy the good weather, the blue sky, a bird’s song--- However that, which follows, next isn’t exactly standard.

With a yelp of, what seems to sound like, pure glee, she leaps to her feet and with a posture screaming of bragging and full satisfaction of meeting certain expectations, Dirthrael proudly, to the whole yard, demonstrates (not like anyone’s watching, though) the thing she put together by throwing it up and catching it. The object, being a poorly-looking semblance of a grappling hook, does not land in her hands very well and she tries to suppress a wince, unwilling to admit that playing a game of catch with it was one bad idea.

Just as swiftly, the Dalish woman then moves closer towards the tavern and starts to swing her handmade device, most likely in order to grapple to the roof-- or so the trajectory of her movement suggests. Her face - a mask of determination.

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I hunt everywhere             for a life worth living                       and a knowledge worth knowing.     Having roots nowhere, I have everywhere to go.               indie dragon age muse ;  about || rules

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clearliquors:

BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children ( single mother verse only ) / has no children / wants children. 

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.