#betraial

[malika-carnelian]

Which horns do you like the most from the ones showed on the dashcommentary?

“Which horns?”

“But of course the ones I possess with all the betraials I had in the past~”

“They are huge,

very huge”

She is moking of course, and avoiding the real question.

[herisms]

@betraial​​  asked:   ❝  he stole it. so i punched him in the face.  ❞ :)

                even in his quiet grief, blackwall doesn't mince his words or flinch from memory of his sister. merilin carefully requested stories of their childhood together, and he generously recounts memories of her with equal parts sobriety and levity. perhaps it says something about his ability as a storyteller as well, the gruff cadence with which he recounts his days as a rowdy young boy warms her like a hearth.

                she imagines children - a sickly young girl and her fiercely protective older brother, the boy returning her stolen doll and drying her tears for her, bruises on his knuckles from fighting off the town bully.

                " she was lucky to have you looking after her, " merilin remarks with a sad smile. it's the only comfort in the inherent tragedy of a little girl dying of illness; the thought that the girl spent her short life with a brother who would throw caution to the wind if only to see her smile.

                merilin knows the intensity of his loyalty, the feeling of safety that comes from simply having blackwall nearby. whatever bond it is they share, this kinship, feels too precious and delicate to name, the only certainty being their mutual willingness to steady themselves for the other to lean on.

                she places the last of her flowers on the battlements beside his with care, then admires the petals as they stir in the breeze. in the silence, she gravitates closer to his side, and tries to ignore how their hands brush into each other for but a moment.

[betraial]

#BETRAIAL. independent, private, & highly selective warden blackwall / thom rainier of bioware’s dragon age: inquisition. written by juice, she/her. under construction.

important info under the cut.

greetings, salutations, hi, hello! below you’ll find any necessary info for the blog and possible future interaction. thanks for reading!��

my activity will be slow. i’m a full-time student and i also work when i’m not studying. can’t be here all the time, etc., you know how it is!

i don’t format my posts very heavily! this means ( more than likely, although i still haven’t decided ) no icons, no small text, no double-spacing. please, however, feel free to continue to format yours however you’d like! there’s no need to match.

while i have a few verse ideas in mind, a majority of the interactions on the blog will be set during inquisition. i’ve got to flesh out thom’s backstory a little more in my head before i start doing stuff during origins.

i understand that thom / blackwall can be a polarizing character! he’s done some inarguably horrific things, and this blog’s general goal, if i had to line one out, is to explore what it takes to redeem yourself and come back from that — if it can be done at all. blackwall is, from the root, a man made out of a lie. a fictionalized effort to get away from what it is that thom rainier has done. a, if you will, betrayal of the self.

general trigger warnings for the fantasy genre apply: blood, death, violence, etc.; these will always be tagged, and if i miss anything, let me know!

i love meeting new people! i’ve been out of the indie rpc over the years and would really like to get back into the groove of writing, so if we’re mutuals, please reach out and say hi, or send a meme! i’d love to get something going!

mains: herisms ( inquisitor merilin lavellan ) seeblood ( garrett hawke )

[arandomsewer]

Reactin to Rise Of The TMNT

Chapter 18A, I think...

-well, nothing will ever be able to top Michaelangelo sitting in a T-rex dressed as batman but...

-oh joy oh joy more material to ramble about!!

-so, its April's birthday! ...and aparently its cursed. I wonder why. Is it 'cause she use to be a damissel in distress character? I really wonder where they are going with this concept

-PFF what a start! A random machine falls on... Oh wait, its not random!

-"Im a mutant, not a monster!" lovely. Guys, remember the days when a monster was represented as a big green guy with horns? What's left of that concept? Oh yeah, Monsters Inc. Not a bad legacy...

-uh. The magician and the evil worm. I didn't expect them to make such a good duo

-wait, is that a bust of the worm's face when he was human?

-I love how April is so chilled about her ruined birthday, and Leo just sits on the same position, same attitude

-"there's no way its gonna get worse"

NEVER SAY THAT IN A SHOW

-I just realiced if the bad guy was drawn in a diferent style he would be fan-crush material XD

-wait, people can be so... crushing, no need for another style

-though it would be fun to have the entire show in this style, and the bad guy like, a JOJO character!

-wait what? WHAT??

first. The worm shows up suddenly in theyr car. That was fun

Second. APRIL IS HIS FAN??

Third. Can't believe Leo still doesnt remember him. He's doing it on purpose!

-OH they are soo sweet!! They actually want to stay together and care for one another... Aaaw

-"roommate, slash friend, slash, its complicated"

April, you are the real MVP

-wait wait wait. The bad guy's tiny winged black talking minions are called Hugin and Mounin?

...

...

...shit

For those who don't get the reference, Odin, king of Asgard, from norse mitology had two ravens called Hunin and Munin who told him everything that goes on in the world...

And I just noticed.

Wich is funny 'cause I've been reading and writing about Loki and Thor and the avengers these past weeks. Uh.

Is this a signal? Should I ramble about that too?

-hahaha aaw they are all touched by his story but Donnie xD

-ok, the betraial (however you write that) is one thing... But the way Hippo betrais him to save him from the bad guy ITS HEART WRENCHING!!

-yup. Furryman Odin Mac BadGuy was gonna do that too

-thats my Donnie, smartest of the bunch

-Im loving the romance paralels. I wasn't going to comment on them but they are just part of the script

-aw April's happy, so everything's allright!

[pansytheleia]

That soft feeling of betraial when your friends think BBC Sherlock is a decent tv Show.

[lucifers-trash-stash]

Hi how you doing? Hope your doing okay. English is not my language so sorry for spelling mistakes. I was wondering how your story rfm is going? Im not asking for details just if its working out for you :) i like your character the way shes not afraid to say whats on her mind and your betraial of thanos is what fits with the movie its almost i can see it on a screen. Anyway have a Nice day;)

Hello anon! RFM has been going good so far, I wouldn’t say spectacular cause this month has been a bit rough for me but I have been making some progress even if it’s just a few hundred words here or there. I’ve been trying to be more positive about my writing speed and to not get upset with myself if I’m not writing as fast as I think I should be. But rest assured things are chugging along

Thank you for the ask, and don’t worry about your English, I was able to understand

[chipskylarkvevo]

why do i do these things

[malika-carnelian]

ABOUT SENDER] -> “I didn’t think you’d stick around for them.”

“Around for them? You meant Whirl?” she asked, since he was the only one present there. “Why shouldn't I? He's helping the cause and it's an ally, gotta be respectful of them and be ready whenever they need us.”

[NPC] “So, you want me to believe you never thought of a betraial from them?”

“And you want me to believe you never thought that we humans could betray them?” after few seconds of silence, Malika huffed in annoiance, giving for the first time a gloomy glare to the other person, “For what I see, they always go in frontline with a specific order followed by Optimus Prime, while the Autobots' leader keep telling to Agent Fowler to not get humans involved.”

“They are risking their lifes, and so is doing Whirl, it's enough to me for trusting him and smile whenever he is around, for making him feel at home... even if he isn't, and it hurts.” she ended the discussion by moving away from the guy's position, frowningat the thought of someone be alarmed about them.

They were aliens, powerful ones ok... butnot without a heart, orhow they call it, without a spark.

“They don't pay me enough for dealing with such bullshit...” she murmured.

[herisms]

@betraial​  asked:   ❛  what’s out there, that you watch so intently ?  ❜

                  the question lightly startled her out of her hyper focused stare, like she’d forgotten he was carrying wood back to camp along with her. her mind had drifted to dinner naturally as they began settling in, a side effect of moving with the dalish for so many years.

                  warden blackwall pledged himself to the inquisition but two weeks ago, and already he appears to live up to everything she imagined a grey warden would. he’s a steadfast defender, and a passionate one at that. she recalled the intensity of his gaze when he looked at her, past the bandit’s arrow embedded in his shield but was meant for her, when they’d only just met. it was as if saving lives was but a reflex for him.

                  yet even moreso than a protector, he was kind. his confession that he’d imagined the herald of andraste to be a human was quickly followed by a sheepish apology, one she accepted with suppressed surprise. clan lavellan was never unkind to humans despite the bloody history, but they always warned of their capacity for cruelty (as if she did not know it firsthand). cassandra had been the first human she’d met in over a decade, their meeting coming when merilin was suffering in chains. in contrast, meeting a human who did not condemn her needlessly was refreshing.

                  he also did not begrudge her for her quiet aloofness, seeming to recognize that it did not come from a place of arrogance or dislike for others. in truth, she had yet to share critical details of her life with anyone in haven, still unsure of how attached she should become to these people, as she still felt like little more than a hostage. he respected the many boundaries she’d put in place, instead opting for non-invasive questions like what her mood was, or how she felt about a current objective. she couldn’t tell if what she said truly mattered to him, or if making her feel included in banter mattered more. 

                  in either case, if his goal all this time was to gain her trust and coax her out of her self-imposed isolation, it was working.

                  “...i saw boar tracks when we came,” she admitted quietly as she knelt to place the kindling down by the fledgling fire. “if we wanted to preserve our rations, i could try to hunt for one before nightfall.”

                  her lack of vallaslin brought her less scrutiny as herald than if she’d undergone the rite, something too sacred and ancient for a born andrastian, and for that she was thankful. part of her worried that her association with so-called ‘heathens’ would damn her in a place like the inquisition, so she kept it hidden. she credited her herbal knowledge to ‘studies’ and little more, not the result of padding barefoot through the woods with the keeper’s first, fingers intertwined, learning the elven names for each plant and their properties. no one had questioned her familiarity with a bow and arrow at the conclave when they fought for their lives, and haven’t since then.

                  “i would only need someone’s help bringing it back to camp.” she pointedly glanced at the tied up lumber being dragged behind him, too heavy for her but weighing little to a man who wielded a broadsword with power and finesse, then back to his face. it was something of an invitation, one she surprised herself by offering with ease.

[herisms]

@betraial  asked:  ❛  do you know how easy it is to follow a woman you believe in ?  ❜

                  merilin cannot mask the astonishment at his words that causes her eyes to widen and mouth to slack, only to tighten back into a thin line as doubt slips in ( always lingering, waiting, creeping into her thoughts is that worry she can’t do this; that the warden’s trust in her is unfounded and blind ) .

                  yet there is the conviction in the man’s gaze, an unguarded hope that threatens all of her anxieties to stay at bay. by his eyes alone, he’s made her feel protected from her own figurative demons. brave, kind, and outspoken; blackwall is everything she could only hope to be - yet it’s he who is looking to HER.

                  in the time she’s taken to process his words, she’s unable to find her own, letting his rhetorical question hang between them without reply for several beats - until, finally collecting herself with a soft sigh, eyes hardening with resolve to match his.

                  “i want to be worthy of that belief.” no longer a plea, but a pledge. “for you and them, i will be.”