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hello!!! i’m moving anora onto a multi, ft more muses from da and some other high fantasy ones :)

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Actually playing ck3 has made me think about anora a lot because honestly? It really is such a power move for her to marry the warden (especially a cousland) because of the security, the politics and the romanticism

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no thoughts, only ck3 fixation

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bloodyd​.

❛    i    i’m sorry,  what?    ❜    she lets out a laugh at that,  albeit a quiet,  nervous one.    ❛    we can’t do that,  can we?    ❜    she tries not to show how nervous she actually was,  how anxiety-inducing it all was                        anora must’ve noticed,  much to her embarrassment    (    what they’d think of her then,  if they saw what a mess their  …  hero actually was ?    ).    & for a second,  she even considers accepting.    ❛    i mean    surely people would notice if i were…  not me?  would that even work?    ❜

    “   People never describe their heroes with accuracy.   If that was the case,  it would make them too mundane to be admired.   ”   She sighs,  loosening her shoulders,  folding her arms neatly across her chest.   She would know  ---  she has spent hours of her life listening to far-fetched descriptions of the two kings she had known.   “   They certainly know of you and your actions,  but I would wager that few in Denerim could say with any conviction as to whether the Hero of Ferelden is blonde or black haired,  blue or brown eyed,  as pale as the moon or as dark as a starless night.   ”   A moment’s pause, letting the air settle before she continues.   “   ------ The offer is there, should you wish to take it.   Regardless of the decision you make,  someone will have to stand before the crowd.  ”

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THE JOINING BINDS US TO THE DARKSPAWN. You know this. If you were to forswear your oath and flee today, you’d find yourself in the Deep Roads or the Blightlands, given time. You’d seek them out… or they would seek you out.

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i am also in love with this clip specifically

anyway, i have decided on anora’s voiceclaim and i am quite simply obsessed

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anyway, i have decided on anora’s voiceclaim and i am quite simply obsessed

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bi*ware is really out here throwing crumbs at us and we’re all like

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I’ve literally just woken up...was everyone h*rny on main last night? And I MISSED IT?????

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...........here’s another cheeky, late-night starter call.

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here is a slightly more formal post for plotting in the near future ✨

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i truly do not understand how i, a twenty year old lesbian who has never even been kissed, has ended up as the go-to person for relationship advice in a group of straight/male-preferenced bi girls

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anyway anora hates parties, and when she eventually gets fed up she will find somewhere secluded but with a decent view of what’s going on to get hammered in peace (with her own booze of course)

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the love witch ( accepting )  ---  @chanticle :  “ life has been tough, huh? ”

    The constantly moving sea of colour is unbearable to look at.   The celebrations have been ongoing for well over a week,  and have culminated in this very night;  an official ball,  to celebrate the defeat of the archdemon and the traitor.   The music,  the drunken revelers,  the silks that drag behind every noble lady in the room  ---  it’s all too loud,  too bright,  too happy.   After an hour of making sure to be seen, the newly-crowned queen of Ferelden had found a suitable corner to sulk in,  alone,  nursing a half-empty glass and a headache.

     It wasn’t long before she was joined by the evening’s guest of honor.   It seemed that he had been of a similar mind.   She had offered him a wry smile,  and produced a bottle of the good stuff from the depths of her skirts.   They started watering everything down after the first dance,  she told him,  and when they polished that bottle off she called for another.   There had been awkward small talk first,  then an abundance of giggles,  followed by a profound silence.   That was when the conversation turned to the darkspawn,  her father,  and the destruction both had caused.

    Her father.   She had wanted to wear black,  to make some small attempt to mourn him,  but was denied.   Such a statement was most unwise,  they said  ( the cryptic they, a single entity and now the chief influence of her decisions ),  when the wounds were still fresh.   She tells Cian this,  taking care to accurately convey the tone with as much mockery in her voice as she can muster.   In turn,  he spins one of his own tales,  and they go back and forth like this for a while longer.   Life has been tough, huh?,  he says with a sigh,  and she drunkenly nods in agreement.   It has, hasn’t it?   In her twenty-five years,  two kings and a queen have died,  a blight has begun and ended,  she has lost both her parents and her husband,  and now she has to bring order to a kingdom that lies in ruin all on her own.  Life is tough,  she decides,  but I surely have had it easier than most.

“   It’s only going to get worse.   ”   She muses solemnly,  cradling one of the empty bottles in her arms.   She shuffles closer to him to rest her head on his shoulder, staring in the distant blur of motion on the dancefloor.   “   I wish we could tell life to fuck off and leave us alone.   I’ve certainly had enough for one lifetime.   ”

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anora is 5′10″, but it makes no difference because all the men around her are 6′2″ and over