I chill over here now.

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If I go into a really weird post pattern here’s my apology ahead of time. I’ve been writing a certain style that sometimes uses a lot of HTML to emphasize emotions and such.

If I do cave and do it, and it bothers you, don’t be afraid to drop my ask and give me a heads up. dfljkgh

theharbingerofjustice:

rogueferelden:

Fingers curled together gently, pinching the bridge of his nose. The rogue’s brows furrowed together tightly. The beginnings of a headache beginning to pulse against his temples.

“Bloody hell. It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Hawke?” Anders began, walking up to him, “I haven’t seen you for some time. Are you alright?” He asked, sounding rather concerned.

Golden hues snapped their attention towards the familiar voice. If only briefly, the rogue bristled. A small, forced smile pressed against his lips as he nodded gently. “Of course I am, Anders. Though, it’s a relief to see you’re still around.”

Fingers curled together gently, pinching the bridge of his nose. The rogue’s brows furrowed together tightly. The beginnings of a headache beginning to pulse against his temples.

“Bloody hell. It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

I suddenly have the worst urges to write darkspawn drabbles. Yep. Nightmare fuel myself the second I decide to get on my Dragon Age blog.

Nailed it.

I finally got a job and it was kicking my ass dfgklhd That’s a legitimate excuse. My other is that I was too busy being Dean Weenchester. I hope you’ve been well none the less.

… I haven’t been on here in forever I’m so sorry.

Like for a starter and such?

   I follow a lot of you guys and I haven’t said boo. I apologize. I’ve been acting too shy for it to be acceptable lately.

I’m spending my valentines day within spitting distance of Canada. The radio personalities are in Quebec and one of them sounds like a SIM.

I’m trying not to laugh. I’m done. 50000%

thirstforvengeance:

Amber eyes had extracted in some sort of advanced level of gamma from exponential waves of stress, clearly taking their toll in some aspects. Despite their thin veil, Anders and Justice were coincided, and the spirit was doing its best to keep its vessel with some temperance—safe and sound. But there were few things so powerful that they could swallow the side effects of the taint. Perhaps if he had another legion of spirits behind him, they could easily heal his afflictions.

He didn’t look much different from previous adventures with one he could say, was close to his heart, despite the occasional butting of heads. He still brandished the same shoulder-fluff half coat, and the strap of robes, the same staff designed to both heal and hinder, the same boots that collected on the underside of mud and occasionally would track into Hawke’s residence. 

As it were, this would be a bitter ironic contradiction now that he stood in the path of a familiar face. He hobbled against his staff before sinking onto the bleak colors of a dying grounds, hues of sky brushing against the honey pools that filled over a dot of ink. Shaking hands clasped the area where his boot met his clothes and tugged it up to view the large imprint on his ankle, the way the bone awkwardly protruded from its break. 

He was weak, to be honest. He needed more mana—lyrium, perhaps—as healing attempts were failing royally. 

As the Maker would have fated his path, Fenris wasn’t the last of old ties he’d see again. Though he kept his letters as consistent to Varric as possible, informing the dwarf he hadn’t crossed to the fade. At some points, he would tell a take of the pairs misfortunes for the sake of striking ideas for a new story to amuse the dwarf’s writing.

Vibrant golden hues since lost some of their shine since the days of adventures and shameless entertainment with all in the hanged man. Dark circles began forming under his eyes, proof showing well his poor sleeping patterns he’d hidden since became worse. Dark brown hair had since begun small streaks of gray, age since his youth beginning to take it’s toll on the renowned champion’s body.

The rogues posture bristled, feeling familiar fury percolating through him in thick tendrils. Clawed digits tapped at leather armor, sharp eyes fixing intently on the familiar face before him. Lips curled into a frown after a tongue swiped quickly over to wet his dried lips. If any of them could have looked so poorly after the time that passed, Anders would be the first. A twinge of guilt bubbled in his chest. He knew well it was the taint of the darkspawn blood, and he wondered just how painful it must it have been

“You look sickly…” He spoke quietly, a strain settled in his tone. Hawke walked over hesitantly, kneeling onto the ground to meet at eye level. “I still have some left over herbs for healing purposes… though I’m unsure how much it will help you in this condition..”

theresidentdevil:

From the stream.

Happy Valentines Day!

Featuring the best worst pickup line I’ve ever created. mflksfsl

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meredith-stannard:

[AGGRESSIVELY WISHES HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY AGAIN]

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• merrillofthedalish

Hawke’s brow quirked subtly, before genuine surprise washed over his wash. “Merrill?” He scratched his head gently, careful not to cut with his clawed gauntlet. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it…?”

askbroodyelf:

“Roses are red

Violets are blue

I would rip out a heart for you”

(Credit for this cute rhyme goes to Secretbraintwin)

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Happy Valentine’s Day! <33

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