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Is it uncertainty she hears? Or fear?

    “Yes.” Crawling in her head, beneath her skin, in the darkness surounding them. That she’ll never be without them again, she doesn’t dare to think. “Makes you wonder just how much of ours they can hear.”

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      ‘ –do you hear them too? ’ a beat. he almost doesn’t want to say it. ‘ voices. ’ 

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melvin “i’m a terrible opportunist who is already envisioning himself as king over thedas as i hit on my sisters boyfriend also i have a dorky name” amell

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I’ve been writing again for a few days/now that I’ve gotten my gaming pc am finally able to play DA: I so I’ve got a lot of muse. So if anybody is interested in writing like..anything at all...hmu

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tfw your will to live returns

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                  the world will not forget what you are.                                    ( and neither will you. )                                            B R A N D E D

indie dragon age dwarf warden. semi selective, multiship, multiverse. skype open to mutuals. mun and muse 18+. open to ocs, script, para, and novella styles of writing.

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tfw your will to live returns

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   “It’s been so long.” She chokes the words out, hurried, broken, takes in a deep breath as if to will back the tears threatening to fall. Bianca is not soft, has never been, but with Brosca everything is too raw, too open to not let her emotions reign free. 

  “I’ve missed you.” 

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there aren’t words. a feeling that clings to the inside of her ribs; climbs up to that place in  her throat that won’t let her say the words she wishes she could say. brosca is aware, dimly, of her hand. reaching—-

“ don’t ye ever go where i canna folllow,             not ever again—– ”

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like if u want any interaction i guess

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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like if u want any interaction i guess

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ok but...high-functioning depression sucks so much ass. 80% of the time I’m sure that I’m faking it for attention because uni is going well, I manage to shower daily, I manage to take care of the flat etc. so the fact that I feel like fucking trash is just my problem, right? not mental illness. i’m simply a fraud

but then there’s days like today, where I spend the entire day laying in bed, not able to shake this utter worthlessness crashing down on me and I just feel like fucking dying already because whats the point? whats the fucking point? i feel horrible either way and I’m just so sick of explaining. “i feel bad” I say almost every day and always the answer is “why?” because i’m fucking depressed, thats why and I don’t need pointed out that there’s literally no reason for me to be

i just feel so helpless

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if you’re in the united states right now i hope you’re safe. i hope you’re with people you love. today has exposed just how much hatred there is in this rotten world and i hope that at least for now, you have people around you that give you hope. i am so, so sorry, this is not the kind of world you deserve 

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{ @blightfated​. }

   “You know, you could at least pretend to study. Passes the time better than angrily staring at the wall.” It’s a tired topic, but Bianca has never been one to stop beating a dead horse.

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bloodhunt.

   joseph’s face fell a little despite the warm flush on his brown cheeks from the fervent kisses. “ indeed. ” he brushed his lips lightly against hers before lowering his head, knocking his forehead against hers and staying there, leaning against her, his arms swaddling her. 

   “ it’s not right, ” he said, incredibly quiet. “ they shouldn’t be able to take this from us. this, these moments, these are what’s worth having. ” he drew a sharp breath and let it out as a sigh, holding her tighter, and closed his eyes. “ it’s not right. ” 

   for now she’s here in his arms and all’s right with their contained little cage of a world, but one footstep around a corner could change that. one sorry bastard doing his job could take everything from them. a low rage burned in the back of his throat and made a lump there, and his wrists felt incredibly hot. he wanted to take her to the wilds. he wanted them to make new spells together, freeze a lake over for the thrill of it and slide on the ice. he wanted to see his family again, wanted her to see them too, wanted to have his affections honestly and not hide them like it was a crime to love.

   silence falls and she swallows heavily, chest suddenly tight with anxiety, throat uncomfortably closed If only she hadn’t said anything, if only she had been able to keep her mouth shut for once. But of course she hadn’t and here they are, once again stuck in the terrible confinements that are their existence.

   her heart feels heavy, heavy enough that she fears it might break  the moment he lets her go and so she sinks into his embrace, goes limp within his arms, afraid this precious moment of theirs will be taken from them like so many others. Almost desperate, she clings to him.

   “it isn’t, no.” A quiet admission. Were they not what they are, were the very essence of what defines them not what it is, then all that they share would not be treated like an atrocity, like a sin. Like they are any less worthy of companionship, love. The thought slips out before she can stop it.

   “i-do you think we could have been happy? outside?” a deep breath. “do you...do you think we could have had a life out there?”

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bloodhunt: 

   “ goodness gracious !! you’re in a good mood today. ” casually he placed the glass he’d been cleaning back under the counter and took a puff of his cigarette before starting to make her drink. mixology was fun in the sense that your mind could sort of go to sleep while you made the drinks, but so fun in the sense that it required you to have your sleeves rolled up most of the time. he’d taken to wearing thin cloth bracers around his forearms, for obvious reasons.

   “ i was expecting, i don’t know, a ‘shut up’. a ‘shut up and die’. a ‘shut up and die, you pig’. i can go on. ” he made her drink, pushing it across the counter and wiping his with a flourish before hanging the towel and taking a seat opposite her, cigarette in hand. “ so what brings you back to this part of town, sweetheart? you come here often? ”

  She fixes him with a look that others would describe as withering, but there’s no heat behind it, no fire. By her standards, it’s a jest, one he’ll be able to see right through. With a nod she takes her drink.

   “I guess I must be, since I’m still talking to you.” But the ghost of a smile is creeping at the edge of her mouth, small enough to be a secret for everybody but him. “Probably too often. What can I say, I like the view.” Daring, but then she’s never been anything but.

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{ bloodhunt. }

   he let out a low whistle as she strode into the bar, composed as always, hair covering her face like she was a celebrity. that woman knew how to make an entrance. idly joseph dried a glass behind the counter, his half-finished cigarette resting on a nearby ashtray. the look on her face made him want to straighten his tie. 

   “ sorry, ma’am, but for deliveries you want the back door, ” he joked, a grin spreading over his face at the sight of her, and winked. at her face, he continued: “ because that package has my name written all over it! ” —@bloodiedamell·

   she sighed, careful not to let amusement show on her face, careful not to break the facade she had been building ever since her arrival in Kirkwall. Not that there was any use for that around him. He’d known her before all this, before she had been Bianca the Amell, before she had become anything but the loudmouthed kid that got into trouble just for the sake of it. Not that what she was doing now was that different from back then.

  “if I had wanted my back door or...package” she wasn’t even sure just what he was referring to “discussed I would have stopped by the Blooming Rose on my way here.” But still, there was jest in her voice, her eyes. Not that she had a choice around him.

   “I’ll take the usual.”

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