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Her smile was more infections than she knew, freckles winking in and out of her face. He sighed, ears flicking downwards when he heard the sound of laughter from the Tevene. Of course.

As for his penchant for health, Dagna could be entirely right. Solas, even after Uthenera kept him from experiencing much of the world’s changing climate, had a strong immune system from magic and the various cures and preventatives that normally kept the elves from suffering human plagues was null and void when faced with the masses.

He thought about it, then offered a stiff nod. He could use the salve when she was gone, then he could bury it where his sensitive nose couldn’t smell it constantly. He appreciated the help, however stubborn he was.

It was taking all of Dagna’s strength not to laugh. It didn’t help that she heard what she was sure was Dorian snorting out laughter. 

Poor Solas. How did he get on for so long on his own? She supposed his solitary life meant he was able to avoid groups and therefore evade illness. But the Inquisition was home to many and one had to take the good with the bad.  

She cleared her throat. 

“I know it reeks but if you put a little on your chest it will help decongest you and you’ll feel better in the long run.” 

She wandered over and gently put her hand on what she was sure was his shoulder. 

“And it’s really bad that you’re hungry. You need your strength to fight this bug. I’ll fix you something from the kitchen, yes?” 

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“You are a disgrace for the Elves. You wear shoes.” Solas finally explains the source of his disapproval to Inquisitor Lavellan

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Look at the level of happiness on his face… hnnngh

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“Our origins are merely a path to who we must become. Suledin nadas, Lethallan.” His eyes are sympathetic, head tilted just so as he leans back in his chair, paused to chew on another tuft of sweet roll.

“We cannot always choose when we must become more than who we think we are.” He had no such choice. Perhaps it would have been for the better if he’d pulled himself away.

“Dreams are not foolish; they are dreams, bound only by context and our interpretations. What is so foolish about this dream?”

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Velahari smirks and suppresses the laugh that threatens to leave her at the twitch of his ears. Should she confine in him? The thought echoed around her mind until his demeanor decided she would. If he was secretive with his own secrets surely hers would be safe.

“I was just another Dalish elf not that long ago and now I lead an entire army. My decision decide who lives and how many die. The only one to close the rifts-” At this her gaze turns down to the Anchor in her hand and the other rubs it absentmindedly. “And above that and everything else a foolish dream persists.”

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There is literally no part of DA:I that doesn’t get better after the Big Reveal at the end, though. Just consider:

The Dread Wolf has read all of Hard in Hightown

The Dread Wolf rather enjoys those frilly little cakes in the Orlesian markets and hates tea to the point of Grumpy Cat Face in ten stages

The Dread Wolf Should Spend Less Time On The Internet In The Fade And Enjoy The Fresh Air And Sunlight, Friends Say

The Dread Wolf set fire to his own coat tails and then pretended nothing had happened until Vivienne called him out on it

The Dread Wolf was introduced as an ‘elven manservant’ at the Winter Palace and gave no fucks, he’s just here for the drinks

The Dread Wolf’s aesthetics have been described as ‘unwashed apostate hobo’ by reliable authorities (and ‘frumpy grandpa sweater chic’ by me, just now)

The Dread Wolf is definitely an ass man. 

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His brows come to a point at the word. Knife ear, rabbit, slaves, all names meant to harass and denigrate and destroy. If one believed poorly about themselves, why should they defend themselves? How could they?

“They are my own.” He smiles at her curiosity, at the thought of the art in the palaces and homes of wealthy nobles and brats. “The story they tell is one that be are both familiar and unfamiliar with. Even more- it is something we are a part of.”

“Well, that, and I don’t think they care about the feelings of rabbits.”

She looks at the murals once more, nibbling on her lower lip. “Uhm, sorry, but – who painted these, do you know? That – they’re so much more than the paintings in the palace. There’s so much going on” Her hand reaches out toward the wall for a moment, but she catches herself, avoiding to touch. Her eyes however roam, amazed. Mostly the bright colors, and the simple but so perfectly done shapes, and the fact that they show scenes and not pompous faces.

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((SIGHS LOUDLY

When will Solas come out of hibernation??? I might try to get some stuff done on here tonight to try to wake him up. He’s been snoozing off like a jackass and letting Soldier have all the fun.

I do love you all, promise.))

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Hello all. I hate to come to tumblr asking for help… Bit I’m desperate.   In the afternoon of the 21st of May, my mare, Dusky laid down while we were unloading hay– and began to push. We’d known she was close to foaling, but didn’t know when she might go– but, we’d just gotten our answer. Hearts all stopped, however, when we saw the color red. Red Bag Syndrome. (Placenta Previa. )

Immediately what should have been a beautiful moment because a frantic one, as we slashed the bag open, and pulled out a tiny black colt, as rapidly as we possibly could. Once he was on the grass, our hearts collectively stopped in relief, as we realized he was breathing, moving sluggishly but surely. We named the colt ‘Huginn’ for the Nordic raven of Thought, the companion of the Allfather Odinn, to keep with our Farm’s general theme– all horses born here, recieve names to do with mythology. From the start, Huginn struggled. He was born early, and small– the placenta was hemorrhaged and nearly black, on top of him being a red bag foal. Our vet was shocked that he was alive, even further that he was rambunctious and, most of all, healthy. Because he was– a playful, and surprisingly sweet-natured colt. Huginn is now 3 months old, though only barely… And now he’s in trouble.   Yesterday, 8-24-2016, our farrier let us know that his left stifle was slightly stiff. At times we had noticed this in the past, and stretched the leg– we had always put it to playing too roughly with his brothers. We went out to stretch it, and all resolved to keep an eye on it– figuring it was just because he was in the middle of a growth spurt this time around. But two hours, later, when we went out, he was locked completely, the leg dragging behind him. The vet told us to start walking him up and down hills, and to back him to try to pop the patella back into place. A patella upward shift is a decently common problem in many breeds, particularly horses that are delicately built, or slender– much like Huginn. The fact that he’s a miniature means that this is still a common thing– and usually easily fixed on its’ own. At least– in older horses. But Huginn is only three months old. The vet advised us to keep working him, and we did until we got to the point where we had full passive range of motion when we moved his leg- but he would still tense up whenever he stepped. Our vet then told us to give him some Banamine (pain medication) and stall him with his mother overnight, to see how he was doing in the morning. We did this with some anxiety, putting him into the stall that has the foaling cam in the rafters, to watch him through the night.   Come morning.. Both hind legs were locked up. So my mother hitched up our trailer and we rushed him to the vet. With us unable to lift him well, two men who were working on our neighbour’s yard ran over. After some questions to what they could do to help, one of the men lifted Huginn into his arms, and carried him to our trailer, and we will always be very grateful. When Huginn’s mother then decided that she didn’t want to be loaded, the two men lifted her as well, and into the trailer she went.

They were heroes, honestly, and those men are truly great examples of how wonderful people can be when animals are in need. By the time we got there, his left leg had unlocked and was moving well, but his right was completely stiff, and wouldn’t move, though he could hold himself up easily enough. The vet took him and his mother to a stall, and there, X-Rays were taken. Lots of them. He needs surgery. The tendons on both sides need to be loosened– that way this won’t happen again. The surgery will happen within the next week, and then he will need rehab. Once he heals… He’ll be like nothing ever happened. The vet says we won’t even be able to tell this ever happened to him, that he’ll be able to live the life any horse should have. However my parents just paid MY medical bills, and we all need some help paying for his. I’m not willing to let him go without the surgery he needs– he deserves a life. Deserves to be a horse, to run and play, to have fun. He’s a beloved family member, he’s my baby. So I’m asking for help. I don’t want to have to ask for help. I’d love to be able to pay these bills on my own and be done with it. However this time, it’s simply not an option, with my own injury having needed treatment. Anything that you can possibly donate, every little bit will help, will be appreciated more than you could possibly imagine. One dollar, one hundred dollars– it doesn’t matter. Every little bit, every tiny amount– it adds up, and it will help him. All I want is for this colt to get better. 

My paypal is slorsionnach@gmail.com. I can try to offer artwork commissions– see my art here. 

And the lovely @asgardianhammer has offered to make graphics/promos for anyone who might wish to get something like that for a donation. See their work here. 

Please. If you can’t donate, please reblog this– anything you can do helps, anything to spread the word or to help raise awareness, the better. 

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Open to Some Constructive criticism

How do you think my writing is? How do think Avery as a character is?

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Random Sentence Starters

Some are lines from books, movies, tv shows, songs, and others I just made up.

“If I ask you to kill me, it means I greatly respect and admire you.”

“I, for one, say that fire solves a lot of problems. Most problems, in fact.”

“It’s better to die fighting than cowering in a corner.”

“Go ahead. Tell me. Tell me what you really think of me.”

“That won’t work on me anymore.”

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s possible for the soul to die.”

“Hey, you wanna know something?”

“I have to tell you. I have to, or it’ll fester inside me until I can’t take it anymore.”

“Why are you like this?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“What did you do?”

“And then I suppose we’ll forget all about it and act like it never happened? Yeah, sure.”

“End this. Kill me. Stop me before I do something I’ll regret.”

“I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“Well that was a complete waste of time.”

“You’d think at this point I’d get used to seeing stuff like that, but no. It still gets me.”

“Once you’ve been through that much, shouldn’t you be numb? Why do I still feel?”

“You are the best person I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you. For doing what you did. How can I repay you?”

“No. It’s fine. It’s always fine. Please leave.”

“I don’t usually say this, but in this case: yikes.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“We’re right. Of course we’re right. When are we not?”

“Someday karma is gonna punch you in the face.”

“In any dispute, each side thinks it’s in the right and the other side is demons.”

“You will have no peace, no safety, no rest. Not until you surrender to me.”

“There will be nothing left.”

“Like attracts like.”

“Fear is the path to the dark side.”

“Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering.”

“Once more. Speak my name once more.”

“I will always find you.”

“Don’t say that! Every time someone says that, something bad happens.”

“Darkness never dies.”

“Men mock the gods until they need them.”

“You are my reason to stay.”

“I am the creation of your sins. Embrace me.”

“Here’s to the fall.”

“Salvation isn’t free.”

“Word by word and line by line, I follow your voice through the fire.”

“And when I say your name, forgiveness is for me.”

“Appear before my feverish eyes; I trust you to lead when I’m blind.”

“I have sold my soul.”

“Hesitation’s for the weak. I’m your faithful tool. Dispose of me as you wish.”

“I say your name again and put my blame aside. And I tell myself the end will justify my selfish means.”

“There is no ordinary life for people like you and me.” 

“Fine. Make me your villain.”

“That is all the mercy traitors deserve.”

“You’ll tire of hate soon enough. You’ll tire of everything.”

“Fight me as long as you’re able. You will find I have far more practice with eternity.”

“When most people say impossible they usually mean improbable.”

“If I’d been stronger, I would have driven a knife through your heart.”

“If you take this step, you know where it will lead.”

“Capitalism is alive and well in our communist paradise.”

“I’m gonna need some vodka. No, scratch that. I’m gonna need a lot of vodka.”

“I want to protect you. I promise I won’t leave.”

“We knew how this would end.”

“It’s so easy to destroy and condemn the ones you do not understand. Do you ever wonder if it’s justified?”

“Fairness! Still she talks of fairness. What does fairness have to do with any of this?”

“The people curse my name and pray for you, but you’re the one who was ready to abandon them.”

“You know just who I am. Don’t be so distant.”

“When you’re lost I am solely there to share your grief.”

 “Am I losing my mind? I am not afraid, my dear.”

“All becomes clear, but no one will hear my testimony.”

“Accuse me, fool me; take all my pain away, my friend.”

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when your muses have friends

when your muses have friends that have funny/cute/adorable/normal moments with them

when your muses have friends that protect them/defend them/save them/hug them/pick them up when they’re down

when your MUSES HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARGUE WITH THEM OVER IMPORTANT THINGS AND CHALLENGE THEIR DECISIONS AND PUSH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND NEW SITUATIONS 

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master of subtlety

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Solas on the balcony, trying to understand the Inquisitor. Oh my.

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His ears flicked down in a show of distaste for the giggle, but he was cozy, so that was the only way to show the distaste. As though laying down had worsened his symptoms, Solas felt his nose block and his head swam with pressure and exhaustion.

He sniffled at the drink.

But he took it after a moment and sniffed again. It smelled sweet, and when he sipped it, he was pleased to find that the drink was not unpleasant. But he would indeed drink it slowly.

At the salve, however, his head ducked lower in the blankets. The smell stung his nose and after a moment, his head lifted and turned to sneeze away from her. It returned to the blankets, and only the top of his head and ears poked out.

“I have not eaten since yesterday.” He says, muffled by the blanket. “The salve smells awful.” A petulant child, indeed.

Solas was so stoic. Most people were afraid of him, even Madame Vivienne with all of her iron will. But Dagna learned a long time ago not to fear the unknown. How else would she learn if she didn’t? So it spurred her on to chip at Solas’ brain whenever she had the chance and she got to know him rather well. He liked petit-fours and music and given the chance he’d sleep like a rock for several days. 

He was also very very quiet, so when Dagna heard him sneeze and cough she knew something was up. A mixture of hot water, lemon juice and honey would ease his sore throat. She turned to give it to him and had to stifle a giggle. There he was, all bundled up and pouting like a child who desperately wanted to go out and play rather than the wise and patient middle-aged mage he was.

“Okay, drink this but not too fast. When was the last time you ate something, if you can eat at all? Oh also there’s this stuff.” 

Dagna pulled out a salve from her bag and opened it. A harsh, medicinal smell came out, like a punch to the back of the throat. 

“It’s got some elfroot and bee’s wax and some arbor blessing I think. I know it stinks but if you rub it on your chest and inhale it, it’ll help clear your nasal passages.” She said, placing it beside him. 

“Best thing to do now is wait it out. Hope you got a lot of books!” 

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“They are too absorbed in themselves..”

“Perhaps the Inquisition can change that.” Not that he was banking on it too terribly. The whole thing was new to him as well. But the coming together of so many different backgrounds and thought pools made him curious and ever more intrigued by the institution.

“Uh, nobody’s ever worried about my nerves before, si– Solas. I’m fine though, just this is all new.” Her eyes keep dancing back to the paintings, and she forces herself to look again at Solas.