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Does anyone remember I existed??? I don’t even know but a month or so ago I remade my Anders and now I’m remaking Alistair as a sideblog off of his account rather then two seperate blogs. There is nothing on his blog yet but I suppose this is a “I’m not dead”?

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Does anyone remember I existed??? I don’t even know but a month or so ago I remade my Anders and now I’m remaking Alistair as a sideblog off of his account rather then two seperate blogs. There is nothing on his blog yet but I suppose this is a “I’m not dead”?

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ooc// I have very important text conversations while at work, clearly. I’m the green bubbles fyi

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sulahnnan isalarevas

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I like Alistair. Also I like clothes of templar from Dragon Age II

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i. you have never been one for loyalty or pure, unbridled faith but you see her one spring day and something about the steely strength in her eyes her gentle, commanding words opens a gaping fissure in your chest, an arcane ache that only lessens in her presence. she walks away from you that first time and a voiceless chant begins to echo in your ears follow, follow, follow. ii. you follow. you find yourself, more and more, trying to ease the weight of her burdens. she starts to expect your presence, rely on your counsel— she commands, you comply she questions, you reply. over time you learn to breathe in time with her heartbeat, know her joys and sorrows as deeply as your own. you let her reach for your hand when the pain is too great and treasure every fleeting smile she sends your way. iii. she is a wonder to you whether she is faltering or fearless, whether she is lost or lordly— oh, you love her all the same. you do not ask for more than you deserve, no, you dare not presume for she is a queen and you are no king but sometimes, when she thinks you cannot see her gaze upon you is tender, so very sweet that you cannot help your quiet hope. iv. you stand by her in times of great beauty and times of great grief, you are there for her triumphs and her weary defeats. you cannot tell if you love her more when she is a sunlit blaze on the battlefield, exuding an unattainable, otherworldly grace or when she heaves a sigh after a long day, runs calloused fingers through her hair, weariness lining her face so dear to you in her normality. (but then your love never truly fluctuates.) v. she holds your hand as the stars fall and again as the world burns. you grasp her like a lifeline every time and ignore your hungering heart. enough, you think, as you feel her fingers soft against your skin,this is more than enough.

lionheart, Amrita C.

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im not funny

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[[ THE BELIEVER ]]

indie Cassandra Pentaghast written by Lexie, est. Nov 6, 2014 selective, mature content, triggers tagged.

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You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.

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nanna amell – the hero of ferelden.

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It’s only when you lose someone that you’ll realise how strong you can be. You’ll learn how to cry so silently you wonder if it qualifies as crying at all. You’ll realise that you can survive on two hours of sleep every night for a week. You’ll stand there, back straight, talking to people, and pretending that they don’t see how your body is trembling from the weight on your shoulders. We learn to call it strength, and we aspire to attain it. But we forget that strength is thrust upon you; we forget exactly how difficult it is to grasp; and we forget just how easy it is to lose yourself to it.

Alexandra Hadley, i haven’t breathed since you left

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PSA!

Just because I may post about one ship more than others does not mean

That I like the ship more 

That it’s my canon ship (Multiship for a reason)

That I play favourites

That I’m going to disregard any other ship

That I don’t like our ship

That I don’t like rping with you

It may just mean

I have a lot of muse for that ship/thread right now

I bounce off the other mun really well

A lot of threads lined up that way in my drafts

I’m just a dork who likes ships

FEELS

Roleplay is suppose to be fun and about developing bonds and friendships and relationships (platonic, romantic, whatever they may be) Give me all the interesting friendships and enemies and relationships of all kinds because I’m going to love every single one.

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Jax |  The Mad King (6x05)

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Found on Signum Pheonix’s Facebook page, a series of images showing the layers of clothing and armour on a knight.

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Look to your left. The first thing you see is what you would hoard as a dragon.

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Please reblog if you’re OK with your partner ‘fading to black’ even if they’re of age.

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What has Orlais touched that it doesn’t spoil?

The rest of Thedas, at some point probably