#cimetier

[herisms]

"you requested a way to keep contact with your outposts" is the greeting vito receives upon approaching olin in his tower. it isn't so much a question as it is a statement - it's his business to know every single face that enters and leaves skyhold, and introductions and pleasantries have never been his strong suit.

he sits at his desk, leaned back with his elbows on the arms of his chair, feet and legs splayed comfortably, a contemplative hand rubbing at his chin. one of his younger falcons, ylva, has perched herself atop the backrest. alert, sky blue eyes glance the mage up and down, analyzing his posture and face to gauge the level of trust brought to their meeting. after several beats, he adjusts himself, sitting up straighter and squaring his shoulders.

"i believe we can establish lines of communication between you and your people that are swift and discreet," he assures the other man, firm in his eye contact, betraying nothing but directness and honesty. "all i need is their locations."

@cimetier ♡

[ada1r-arc]

@cimetier / one-liner call !

"we have only one chance at this. you must be ready."

[archivestarlyht]

you seem… like a person. and that’s great. to mal from cole.

critical role sentence starters !!!

sometimes the spirit seemed like a good lad,   other times   .......

maker,  someone should teach him how to talk less.   staying out of other peoples’ heads would be a good start,   though.   

“what else am   -----   you know what.”   what else am i supposed to be?   atrocious question.  the dragon winced.  maybe he would tell varric later to give the boy a talking to.   or pretend this didn't happen.  he hadn't decided yet.  “don’t   ---   answer that.”   he half  -  turned away,   eager to focus on anything else.   “like i said,   i don't think spirits use potions so if varric needs extra he can ask me himself.”

[divineharc]

@cimetier sent : priscilla & kalla? :>

name: cassian claudii of clan frost-shield

gender: cis male.

general appearance: a boy with a mess of dark brown hair, never able to be tamed or well-kept much to one of his mother's efforts. it's unknown of his ancestry, but there is suspicion of nord and imperial. rather strong features, dark eyes that hold a cheerful gaze, he's very simple in appearance actually.

personality: a brash and reckless boy, cassian is always getting in trouble with others and often challenging others who are stronger or smarter than him. he's prone to stubbornness and foolish tactics, jumping head-first into danger. but even then he's a compassionate and loyal young man. just a bit of a dumbass.

special talents: a natural with heavy weapons, trained by his mother kalla and other companions. he was taught by some of the very best to be the best. often using a battle-axe though not afraid of using a sword and shield, cassian is a brute force of nature. this is where he's in his element, beating and battling enemies with little to no effort.

who they like better: hard to say because he values his mothers equally. kalla has raised him to be tough, to face things head on and to be a brilliant warrior, while priscilla taught him to be in touch with his emotions and compassionate nature. he'd say both equally.

who they take after more: kalla. both are extremely stubborn and determined to stand their ground, which makes training with one another interesting.

personal headcanon:

i. cassian was adopted by the two women, who found him as a toddler on one of their adventures. priscilla practically begged kalla to let them raise him, which neither regretted later in life.

ii. when he becomes an adult, he joins the companions almost instantly despite already being considered one of them.

iii. knows one spell and that's fast healing.

face claim: alexander dreymon.

accepting. / meme.

[dovaeh]

tlou starters. "i've seen it in my dreams." @cimetier, fenjall.

unfair as it may seem to him, unable to pick and choose after being shackled to this gift by the gods, maesena has no need for his prophecies. she can already tell that just this little snippet will weigh on her mind even when she leaves him, a nagging thought biting at the back of her brain. her mind should be focused solely on ensuring her own strength for the battles ahead — not hunting for the truth from his visions like picking the mold from bread.

which is unkind of her. she feels guilty even if he can't hear her thoughts ( ... she thinks ) to know her selfishness. mae sighs and doesn't meet his eye. "let the rest be a mystery to me... at least for now. i would rather compare the reality to the dream than to anticipate something seemingly inevitable."

[orcristwielder]

A !

• SOURCE • / accepting.

This one can be found here! But, to add to it: another way he can show affection is by teaching someone what he does, that shows an interest. So, basically; say if Tilda or Sigrid wanted to learn the harp, or Bain wished to learn how to craft things; that would be his way of being happy and he would show them. Or, a simple pat to the shoulder is another way, but in reference to the link above, he's more than likely to use the forehead touch.

@cimetier

[rxwords]

@cimetier​​ sent a missive : ❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜ from keira to eskel

❛ meme ⋆ keira  status ┆ accepting ! 

&. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

       WORDS USUALLY BRACKETED BY ‘no offence’ were certain to hold offence , but years upon the path where politeness or courtesies were seldom extended to witchers & having been warned away from disillusionment by vesemir during the years spent in training had eskel unphased by such verbiage. as well he was under no false impressions nor held any egotistical delusions of his appearance , although he severely doubted his facial scars had been what the sorceress had been referring to. 

       JUST AS HE HELD no misconception about his mien on an everyday occurrence , he was acutely aware of how he must look in this very moment. 

       NOT WHEN HE HAD caught the glimpse of the expression from a young woman who had spied him as she went to close her shutters after he had dropped the trophy from a leshen at the alderman’s place, nor the startled & cautiousness that had came off a pair of brothers with their father when they had came up from the riverbank from securing their boat. the skittish way they had walked by him , the furthest distance they could place between themselves & him on the muddy trail this small town called a road. the long stares, holding trepidation & the unsubtle reek of fear beneath the initial shock that had widened their eyes & dropped their jaws. 

       EVER WARY WERE TOWNSFOLK at the sight of witchers, if not outrightly mistrustful or hateful. even when there is not a speck of blood nor trails of sinew about their clothes , swords sheathed & no further desire than to just find a spot to eat & rest in a proper bed for a night , even or when , as in this moment , said witcher is plainly hindered by injury. still , quickly had each pair of eyes skirted away from him , whether he had caught their gaze with his own or not. 

       PERHAPS IF HAD BEEN a welling of shame born from their choice not to offer aid, but not so that it pricked their conscience enough to change. all he had crossed had hurried on about with their tasks. willfully ignoring his presence as he passed them by. not that he truly wished for aid nor even sympathy , this was the way of it when it came to other reacting to his kind. it was expected more so than it was not , & there was a comfort in that familiarity. they weren't hostile thus he counted that a kindness in & of itself. 

       && TO GIVE SOME CREDIT to their behaviour , he knew he looked a frightfully more inhuman than usual. despite being unable to see it for himself, he could feel the effects of too many potions flowing through his system. his skin was undoubtedly pale beyond measure, discoloured with dark veins & purple , bruise-like marks to compliment the dark contrast of his eyes that had yet to fade completely , seeming to cast them in an ethereal shadow. 

       ADD TO THE FACT HIS posture was hunched a slight & his gait was a tad lumbering , taken up to cover a heavy limp along with easing the strain of standing fully upright would place on his ribs & there muscles along his torso , he truly wasn't helping his appearance of something but some feral & dangerous. regardless of feeling like even lifting one of his swords from its sheath would be a feat at presence. 

       THUS IN SPITE OF such things & unexpectedness of the other’s arrival , he couldn't help the slight upturn to his lips at her words. his mind , addled by numerous potions & blood loss , thinking that lambert would likely quip back with ‘you should see the creature i took down. left it's head still dripping blood on the alderman’s desk’ with a smirk to rival any state of his person. instead eskel dispelled with the mirth that had sprung forth at that fleeting thought , to offer her a greeting smile , uncaring how it twisted the scars along his face & may have only added to his ghoulish appearance , & replied , unboastfully.

                                        〈 〈  ✶  〉 〉

                                       ❝ Would you believe me if I said I’ve had worse ?                         It may look bad , but it's nothing that won't fade & heal. ❞

[herisms]

"there must be a celebration happening that i wasn't aware of." olin eyes the bottle in the enchanter's hand pointedly. his familiarity with alcohol beyond avvarian ale and mead is limited, making it difficult for him to tell what exactly vito is holding, especially in the low candlelight of his office. still, he can't help the grin that tugs at the corner of his lips, betraying his own pleased surprise at the other man's unannounced visit so late in the evening.

the moon hangs in the night sky just outside, a pool of its glow gathering at the foot of the large window where olin stands. his oldest and most trusted falcon, sylvi, has begun to nod off on her perch beside him, her head tucked under her wing, his hand gliding gently across her feathered back. he regards vito with a demeanor that's remarkably less professional than normal, though still collected, a glint of daring in his blue-eyed gaze. his brow lifts inquisitively.

"so, what is the occasion, enchanter?"

@cimetier

[dakarinstant]

Accident tragique de Kaffrine : désormais Moussa Soumboundou et deux autres corps reposent au cimetière de Vélingara.

Accident tragique de Kaffrine : désormais Moussa Soumboundou et deux autres corps reposent au cimetière de Vélingara.

Moussa Soumboundou a été inhumé, ce lundi matin aux environs de 10 heures au cimetière musulman situé non loin des HLM sur la route de Tamba, dans la commune de Vélingara. L’activiste mort dans l’accident survenu dans la région de Kaffrine, a réuni tout un monde autour de son inhumation. Une foule immense et indescriptible a accompagné le « Kankan Moussa » depuis la maison mortuaire jusqu’à sa…

[withinycu]

❔

send ❔ and i’ll list muses to throw at yours | accepting

Jaime Lannister

Damien

Akivasha

Aykela

Lion-o don't judge me

Gwynplaine

Nayotake no Kaguya-hime

My fairy tale kids

Princess Lili

Jack o' the Green

@cimetier

[ada1r-arc]

@cimetier / cole sent to give helena a hug !

since helena joined the inquisition, she has had little reason to interact with the strange boy. she wasn't afraid of him as some of the others seemed to be. and inside skyhold, very few people have given her a reason to be afraid.

it's what allowed him to sneak up on her. standing alone on the battlements, arms resting on the stone as she leans forward. a small moment of weakness, where she allows herself to feel upset. there's nothing in particular that has bothered her. just sometimes she feels so overwhelmed and out of place, that she can't help but to seek somewhere alone to let herself breathe.

notices the boy next her quickly and turns towards him, intending to ask what he's doing here.. she's stunned when his arms wrap around her instead. he's warm, a contrast to the biting wind this high up in the mountains. for several seconds she's frozen, body tense and arms still down by her hips. but eventually she relaxes, melting into the embrace and wrapping her arms around him in turn. the hug doesn't last much longer, maybe a couple more seconds before she lets go. and it surprises her how much better she feels. she's almost afraid to speak, to break the peace of this moment. letting out a long breath, she mutters, "thank you, cole. i think i needed that."

[divineharc]

@cimetier sent : priscilla & hadvar

name: kyra thorrasson

gender: cis female.

general appearance: she was born with a head full of auburn hair, which was odd considering both parents are brunettes. though, it's not uncommon that parents can have a redhead. auburn hair, dark blue eyes, and freckles scattered across her cheeks. a mysterious, knowing gaze, she's ultimately a mix of her parents.

personality: a shy and quiet girl, rarely speaking as it is. she prefers silent surroundings, safe and somewhere warm, away from the chaos of the world. sweet, observant, and naturally charming, kyra is a strange one. though she is extremely stubborn.

special talents: kyra has been gifted with an intensely powerful magical prowess, especially from a young age. she's intense and knowledgable, once she has been taught, with her magic and specializes in illusion and destruction as equal parts. because of this, she believes that much of her charm stems from illusion magic.

who they like better: hadvar. easily. he spoils her beyond compare and is often sneaking her snacks and gifts despite what priscilla says. additionally, she could be running about while he's in an important meeting and he will still find a way to greet her lovingly.

who they take after more: hard to say as both her parents are rather outgoing and confident, compared to her shy nature. she does share some similarities between both parents, such as stubbornness and observant nature.

personal headcanon:

i. she is remarkably lucky, especially for an imperial. some would say luckier than the average imperial.

ii. is actually trained in swords, particularly dual swords. she is decently talented with a sword alongside her magical abilities. because of this, her favourite spell is conjure sword.

face claim: daisy ripley (particularly her role in ophelia)

accepting. / meme.

[ulfhrafnx]

in every interaction lira has with a character, kalla is there, in the corner, sharpening some kind of weapon.

and that's why kalla's a real one. :') lira doesn't ever have to ask for her support or question her motives , kalla always has her back and that kind of trust is so hard to come by. knowing that she'll not only be at her side but will challenge her if she notices lira straying in a way that will ultimately cause her harm , is also so important. kalla's honesty is the trait lira most appreciates, she doesn't ever have to worry that she's being deceived with her because she tells her how she's feeling / what she thinks up front and that's such a heavy weight off her shoulders. when we love someone we love them enough to call out their b. s. whenever necessary , we don't stay quiet just to keep the peace. that's the kind of love and support that lira blossoms from the most.

i love that even though they're both so hesitant to open up to others by default they somehow managed to reach this level of trust and mutual understanding because like it or not they're very much alike. kalla is her sister for real.

[orcristwielder]

What Color Is Your Aura

IVORY

lace, marble, china dishes, doves, paper, bones, vanilla shakes. your essence is ivory: you are a piece of history, sturdy and eternal. others believe you to be gentle; they don't see the pressure that is threatening to crack you. you seek control and organize your life into rows. you are the overseer. you are the porcelain. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of grey, noir, pearl, and ashen, who share the pressure you put on yourself. you are also drawn to the expressive rose and lilac, who will help you grow and learn that things will be okay even if they don't go right. however, you may struggle to get along with the indulgent personalities of sky and apricot who need too much stimulation and decadence.

Tagged: @cimetier

Tagging: @dragcnsdaughter @wanderingarcherviola @gazelessmenagerie @rangers-are-cool ( for Hal ) @wandering-woodlands @pyramiscmuses ( for Bilbo ) — and whoever else wishes to do this.

[s1byls]

what soft romantic cliche are you?

bree tanner : the almost kiss. you're  unsure  about  things,    always  hesitating.    why  is  that?    maybe  there's  something  to  lose  for  you,    but  maybe    (    just  maybe    )    the  risk  is  worth  it.    you're  the  moment  when  the  main  characters  lean  in,    lips  parted  and  almost  touching.    but  it's  not  the  actual  kiss  everyone  loves,    it's  the  anticipation.    when  they  look  into  each  other's  eyes  before  their  lids  flutter  close.    and  there's  a  lot  of  frustration  when  things  are  interrupted.    trust  me  though,    you're  a  lot  more  memorable  than  the  actual  kiss.    you're  nervous,    but  at  the  end  of  the  day  all  you  want  is  to  be  loved.

tagged by: @klaeus thank u for tagging bree specifically?? ily♡ tagging: @lorebled, @winesold, @beycndthem, @cimetier, @wstlnds, @mythicbane / @emeratu / @icewept, @unflamed, @rodair, @dignitaes ♡♡♡

[rxwords]

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA?

Magenta

splattered paint, glitter, childhood friends, neon, pleather, dance floors, crystals. your essence is magenta: you are charming and lead with your heart. you are drawn to people; you adore the thrill, that rush of attention when making an instant connection. even if you are not genuine, you are confident. you are the enchanter. you are the party-goer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of pink, rose, amethyst, and amaranth, who share your magnetism towards others. you are also drawn to the driven noir and umber, who will help you grow and become more introspective. however, you may struggle to get along with the ruminating personalities of forest and marigold who seem to always overthink.

tagged by: @cimetier ( thank you ! <3 ) tagging: @villrhjarta , @storiedocs​ ( for erui ? ) , @pleinsdemuses​ ( for ellen ? ) , @star-trekker-0013​ ( for ellia ? ) , @kingsmanne​ , @mrscoultxr​ , && anyone else who wishes to do this , i tag you !