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jk i think ive already talked myself out of a new blog

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me, about to make a mistake: this sure is a mistake

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um is tolkien rp a thing and, if so, is it not rancid

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lotr brainrot

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why does dragon age inquisition think the choice between “fantasy catholic church” and “cool oppressed magic users” is a hard one

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opinion on the dreadwolf spoilers

the combat in dragon age has always been my least favorite aspect of the series so the switch to god of war esque hack & slash would make me SO HAPPY

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bonjour

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i know this isnt a subscription service so i cant complain too much but the fact im being followed by 6-7 p*rn bots a day is ridiculous 

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all me mutuals are just so talented 🥰

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@sangreals continued from here.

* 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺 𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽; pain and bitter disappointment as the man she thought she knew was something entirely and wholly unfamiliar. there could have been no other outcome. no happy endings. however celine still stands there, desperate for answers. desperate enough to seek him out in the days leading to his abhorrent vow. his vow to raise beauclair to the ground; to prove to all that he is only but a beast. for it is all he ever was. an evil that is justified in the sense of how hollow he now feels with syanna’s unprecedented betrayal.

❛     what would you have me say?   ❜  words spit through fangs like venom, with anguish layering deep underneath. but footfalls step toward her, inching closer. inevitable and terrible in his stride. and dettlaff stands before her now, peering through his brow as pale hues meet her own. and in her gaze, how he aches; wishing events had perhaps turned out differently. ❛    whatever it is that i may utter would be for naught. it means nothing. ❜  to deny celine the truth is a necessary cruelty, for she already knew everything there was to know about him. by what purpose would there be to tell her anything otherwise ❛    it would be best if rather you’d perish the memory of me. in the end … that would be much kinder. ❜

     𝘼𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙇𝙀, 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝘼𝙕𝙀 sets upon her fully, celine is reminded how foolish she was to have ignored geralt’s warning, cast aside the warning offered to her only seconds ago. still, she is reminded of the many opportunities dettlaff van der eretein has had to be rid of her once and for all if he wished, those moments spent wholly in each other’s company in the torch-lit streets of the city where he might have so easily ended her inquest into the reasoning and identity of the beast of beauclair. instead, he had asked of her home, asked of her. (a fool she may be, but in this she feels a yearning, fierce certainty that even now she cannot understanding). “i would have the truth,” she does not flinch despite the roughness of his words, her own unwavering, “and it means everything.” 

      slender fingers curl into the tender heart of her palm fiercely enough to bruise, brow furrowing in both anger and confusion. “would you so readily have me cast aside all memories of you in favor of the whispers and rumors that have plagued this city? abandon what i have seen and what i know for myths of a nature you had no say in the granting of?” and she does know him, somehow, she has known him from that first night in a way that transcends explanation. taking a step forward now, gaze unmoving from his, the sorceress continues. “neither of us could have chosen what we are, the many things this world would call us, but i do not think you chose of your own will to be a murderer.” there is a pause, tongue running over her lower lip, and her voice softens.

   “i have seen you, dettlaff van der eretein, and i have never seen a beast.”

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can we all just admit that everyone breaking into song post-haven is absolutely bananas tho

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anyway celine’s canon now

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happy weekend friends :)

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anyway celine’s canon now

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ATHELSTAN COUSLAND. THE HERO OF FERELDEN, COMMANDER OF THE GREY & LORD OF HIGHEVER / A WRITING BLOG FOR A PLAYER CHARACTER OF THE DRAGON AGE SERIES. INDEPENDENT, MEDIUM-ACTIVITY, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE. WRITTEN BY HAZEL.

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nazaeir​:

*     THERE   IS   AN  UGLY  FIRE   THAT   BURNS  IN  HIS  HEART.   hot and wild while the vampire stews in his rage.  and rhen  ….  syanna           she put it there.  dettlaff had thought he’d be left with his thoughts,  with burning hatred as he recollects distant memories.  memories that were once found with fondness.  but now they make a grave within him.  how many ‘ i love you’s ‘ whispered against warm skin. how many nights tangled within one another. how she had once looked at him with such tender care. dettlaff had regret to discover it was all a lie. a loud grunt escapes lips once tightened against his fangs as fist crashes into a wooden pillar, destroying it in his wake. a monstrous sound. a moment of destruction that does not sate him. for he would wish to curb his hunger for vengeance in a much more sinister fashion.

though pale eyes dart in one direction at the smallest sound, akin to that of a mouse. the vampire peers over his shoulder like an animal caught in a rage, ready to go over the edge at any moment. a low, suddering breath exhales before he speaks, voice that of a hiss through his teeth as blackened figure stands just barely hunched before the sorceress, ❛     what … are you doing here? i told regis to leave me be. you …. should do the same.   ❜  @sangreals

    𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙉, 𝙉𝙊𝘽𝙇𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀 has been replaced with something arched, animalistic as to be wholly unfamiliar, celine finds she recognizes him instantly with a resounding, resolute certainty. regis’ confession is further solidified when the rough, feral edge to low tones sends a hint of a shiver down her spine, though the sorceress finds herself too exhausted for any fear to take hold of her. no, there is no space left in her for fear, not when bitterness tastes like ashes on her tongue and every breath is weighed down by anger. the sorceress stands still as a statue for a long moment, dark hair stirred by the breeze. “regis said you did not wish for any of this,” when she does speak, each word is quiet, purposeful, “that...that you had no choice. i wish so desperately to believe him, and once i would have without hesitation, but i’ve found i am no longer certain who i can trust.” 

   anarietta, geralt, regis; so many truths finally shared all at once in a great, terrible revelation. it has left her feeling unmoored, alone and adrift in a darkened, thrashing sea that has risen all the way to her throat and even now threatens to pull her under. it’s the reason she’s here now, quietly desperate for any glimmer, any glimpse of honesty. (and she yearns for it from him above all the others somehow, to be able to reconcile the warm memories of gentle conversations and small smiles that never seem to reach his eyes with all she has learned.) celine sits across the abandoned courtyard, gaze briefly falling to her lap before flickering upwards. “is it true, dettlaff? i want-,” another pause and a tired sigh falls from her lips, bright eyes shadowed, “i need to hear it from you. that is why i am here.” 

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   "𝙄'𝙈 𝘼𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙄𝘿 𝙄'𝙑𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙃𝘼𝘿 the opportunity to speak with any warden before,” the faint curve of her lips reveals self-awareness that borders on embarrassment, “so i hope you’ll forgive me if i ask anything rooted in tale or lore, rather than fact.” a pause, head canting lightly to the side. “athelstan, correct? leliana’s spoken of you.” 

   for the enormity of the knowledge she’s managed to accumulate, both in tevinter and the last quiet, precious few years spent in orlais, it does not go unnoticed by the mage how very little she still feels she understands of the world and the forces shaping it. in that way, the past few months in the inquisition have proven humbling. faint smile remains, easy and light, as she continues. “it should not surprise you that she seems very fond of you, indeed, our spymaster.” 

    da:i sc // @grewarden​