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pinned post for the new followers from veilguard/avowedposting (hi!)
thank you @vigilskept for the tag! i'm at one of those spots in ODAD where the upcoming chapter has a scene i've been imagining from the very beginning, so please enjoy this sneak peek that i can't believe is so close to being real:
Her stomach lurches again, and Marja has to close her eyes and brace herself against the wall until the nausea passes. Ancestors. How did she end up here? Hungover in a surface brothel, chasing down the Blight with no Second by her side and no name to live up to. Her father’s letter is still in her pocket, and she can remember the words he wrote so clearly. My little jewel. My only child. I never believed your guilt. Marja groans again, and turns to lean with her back against the wall. Across the room, a mirror is hung crookedly against the wall; the glass is dirty and smeared, but her eyes stare back at her clearly enough- eyes of steely grey, just like her father, just like her brothers. Aeducan eyes, her father called them. But there is nothing royal in Marja’s reflection now; those Aeducan eyes are underlined with dark circles, her fair skin is covered in sun-borne freckles, and the golden hair she once took such pride in is a hopeless mess of tangles. A long moment is spent staring at herself like that, until Marja fumbles through her pockets and finally withdraws a small dagger. Even now, she hesitates. She could search for a brush instead, could spend the time to work out every knot and tangle until that soft, golden shine is back and ready to be arranged into braids by some dutiful Servant. But there are no Servants here, and the traditional braids of Orzammar are meaningless. Marja grabs a handful of her tangled hair, pulls it taught, and runs the dagger through her locks. The tug against her scalp does no favors for her headache, and for one horrible moment Marja can only stare at the loose hair in her hand and wonder what in the world she was thinking. Her braids were a symbol of her status just as much as anything else; if she’d done something like this back in Orzammar, she would have made herself a laughingstock. Trian would have mocked her relentlessly, her father would have been horrified- But that thought sparks something in her, a rush of rebellion which she’s never known. She makes another cut, clumsy and crooked, and it’s painful but it’s freeing. Hair falls to the ground like snow, like rain, like something that comes from the sky and does not belong in the dark caverns of Orzammar. She grabs long strands and saws, ignoring the stinging in her scalp until what once fell well past her shoulders now barely scratches against the back of her neck. Still she keeps going, until the door to her room creaks open and someone steps inside. “Get your ass out of bed, Princess, I don't care how hungover- what the fuck?”
reminder that if you ever meet a sweet, morally good, chivalrous knight: it's your most sincere obligation to corrupt them. "but my vows," this, "this is against the rules," that. if you haven't completely fucked up their entire code of conduct and destroyed all ability to discern right from wrong without you being the one to tell them by the time you're done with them, then you need to up your game. inside that pretty, rule-following chained dog of a knight is someone yearning to be set free of their self-imposed shackles, and it's your duty to help them get there.
Why else would they allow themselves to be shackled, unless they believed they needed to be controlled, that something inside them was already rotten and dangerous? All you have to do is convince them to hand over the end of their lead.
“I want a gamer gf so we can fuck while playing games ;)”
unfortunately the landsmeet requires all of my concentration. it is down to me to ensure the throne of ferelden passes into safe hands
when god made me he just wanted to see how many things could be wrong with a girl at once
hey when you make posts, i just want you to know, thou/thee/thy/thine/ye are like he/you(object)/your/yours/you(subject) okay? "thou art wearing shoes," "i will wear shoes for thee," okay?
you say thine if the next word starts with a vowel and thy if the next word starts with a consonant and they both mean "your" so "thine own shoes," "thy shoes," okay?
and ye means you and refers to the subject of a sentence, "ye members of the brotherhood of shoes," okay? you need this information to create better knight yaoi. i'm personally more interested in nun yuri but we are a community
wait wait wait mutuals rb this with a description of ur voice
the concept of a child inquisitor is very fucked up (said in the tone of someone clearly considering adding it to their worldview)
because it COULD happen. to me it’s believable. a child could be the only one to survive the conclave (obviously not the most standard place for a kid to be but there could extremely easily be mage children, servant children, etc.) and if they had the anchor they WOULD have to be ferried across the most dangerous parts of thedas to seal rifts and they MIGHT still be seen as the herald of andraste and set up as the inquisitor and carefully guided to pass judgements and rally forces while their advisors handle the decisionmaking. i do not believe any of those people would step in to stop this.
HAWKE: Help me defend the mages. ANDERS: You mean... Stay with you? I didn't think you'd let me. But if you do, I'll fight the templars. Damned right I will! ↳ THE LAST STRAW
