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‘ It wasn’t eavesdropping . ‘     A small smile quirked his mouth. ‘ Well.    Perhaps a little . ‘

@duxbellatorum        /        s.c.———accepting here

[hissrading]

CALLOUT POST for @duxbellatorum

pretended to eat out zevran and got caught by his gf

[paragein]

The contract was supposed to be easy enough. Blond, blue eyes, young, six foot two inches, well-built, Fereldan, military, found in Kirkwall at the moment. There was also a rough sketch that was of no help, considering the skill level was... lacking. Basically your generic, cookie-cutter Ferelden poster boy. Like those weren't a penny a pair.

This one seemed to be right. His mark was supposed to be a Seeker, according to the contract, and not a Templar, but the rest was right. He chalked it up to stupidity on the contractor's end; couldn't tell the difference between the two, apparently. He fell into an easy pace behind the Templar, shadowing his steps until he diverted into an alley, where Levi followed.

The armor would make it trickier, Levi decided as his hand moved to rest casually on the hilt of his sword under his cloak, but not impossible. A quick insertion into the neck, bared above the armor. A small window, but doable.

His steps quickened as he rounded the target with barely a whisper of metal as the sword was drawn; he used the side wall of the alley for momentum, pushing off it with his foot to slam the both of them into the opposite wall. But just before the blade cut into neck he'd bared with the heel of his hand on the victim's chin, he caught sight of the eyes. The dim light didn't lie: they weren't blue.

"Well, shit," Levi said, stepping back and looking distinctly unruffled, like he hadn't just tried to cut open a Templar's throat. "I thought you were someone else."

@duxbellatorum

[eromai-blog1]

@duxbellatorum

Russians, in Dite's experience, always had the most encrypted phones. Of course, that was based on her experience with Russian cleaners—Bull, specifically—but Russians did lean to a paranoid, suspicious nature. In any case, an encrypted phone was the reason Dite was expected to unlock it by hand. The phone owner's hand, more specifically. All she had to do was slip him the tranq and wait for it to take effect, unlock the phone with his thumbprint, and download the information. So Dite seamlessly replaced the hooker he had ordered in his shitty Moscow hotel.

She hated Moscow. It was always too cold.

Agent Leandros was in the adjoining room, listening over the tiny earpiece tucked behind the shell of her ear and hidden by her messy Russian-call girl style hair. She already put the tranq in the arms dealer's drink. She had about twenty minutes before it took effect, so she was dragging out the wait before letting him lay his greasy Russian hands on her. At the moment, she was pretending to be freshening up in the bathroom.

"Have you ever had borscht?" she murmured to her ear piece, speaking softly so the john wouldn't hear. "I'm not a fan of Russian cuisine. Blini are delicious, at least."

[lawbrcught-blog]

CALLING U OUT FOR READING TIDDY FICS BRUV

“ ... ”

“ Shit. ”

[fadewalking-archived]

duxbellatorum for the url thing?

Send me a url and I'll answer the following;; - Accepting @duxbellatorum

Opinion on;

Character in general: Ah, Cullen. I really admire his similarities and differences to Solas, actually. If you think about it, they are rather profound. Opposites as they may seem, they are both quite militant, and they both seem to value doing what they think is right above even their own personal welfare. How they play them: I’ve not read too much of their interactions, but from what I have seen: Very IC Cullen. The Mun: I have never spoken to the mun before, but I am sure they are a great person.

Do I:

RP with them: I have notWant to RP with them: Yes, should they also want to.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I am perpetually curious as to how Solas and Cullen would interact, and I would jump at the chance to play with them. 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[vuulpecula]

5. things you didn’t say at all

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic | accepting | @duxbellatorum

       Trust me. Easy to say, harder to do. Trust involved something less sturdy than knowledge, it required hope. One did not easily earn hope after they’ve fallen from a tear in the sky into the ashes of the conclave. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Fox had wanted to tell them all that, but she was their prisoner -- their murderer, their destroyer. And the sky bled demons from its oozing wound. There was no time to speak, they had to fight, not knowing if the greenish light that emitted from her hand would save them and close the breach. Although, she herself did not know if what the elven mage had shown her would work on such an immense scale. When the others looked to her, the words fluttered into her chest. Trust me. She had hope, but she could not count on the others to bear the same. 

      I understand. Many were still skeptical of the woman marked Inquisitor, but a few gave her their trust in due time. Cullen remained guarded. He observed, he gave his confidence little by little. He helped train the young woman who’d been fighting all her life for something more. He honed those skills and Fox understood what it meant. He was doing it for the good of the Inquisition. The Commander was a good man, a strong man, he’d seen hell. It took days to uncover this small piece of information and even then, it had to be pried out word by word. She understood. She understood. She understood. 

      Forgive me, I am so afraid. The fortress was cold; those at the gates were left there as the Inquisition journeyed inside. Fox listened, but she sensed something was off. There was a darkness there, one that pooled and swirled in the pit of her stomach. She wished to send word immediately that something was wrong, but the doors shut too quickly and the men began to die one by one on their brother’s blades. The Templars, if their brave Commander could’ve seen them as thus, would he still be so brave? Then came the demon and its tricks. Enviously it infested her mind, the single piece of herself she could still hold to, and there they were. Her trusted advisors. Fox knew, she knew the words they spoke were not their own, that their bodies were dark manifestations of the people she was coming to know as friends, yet, when it was done, when she was free, her mind still remained captured. A prisoner to the memories left behind. Even as she wrote the report, her body seized with fear. They would read it, they would all read it. Not once could she look upon Leliana’s, Josephine’s, or Cullen’s face as they informed themselves. Fox fled to find solitude and when the Commander found her, for he was best versed in the mentality of a tortured mind, she broke apart. Millions of tiny fragments, crushed by the weight of it all. Reality and the picture painted by the demon melded together. If she failed, there would be nothing left. They would suffer because of her when all she wanted was to take that suffering away. She’d wanted to scream at him how terrified she was, to ask his forgiveness for being so weak, but instead, she managed only a shaky: I’ll be fine. 

      Save yourself. The fight came too early; they were unprepared. Haven was going to burn. Fox saw him at the gates, she saw the fear in the Commander’s eyes ( and all the others ) when he looked upon the hoard that headed toward them. A plan was pounded out roughly, as quickly as it could be. The trebuchets. They were their last hope. She could see the words poised upon his lips, to stay and help, but he was the Commander. He was her friend and she would not risk his life. Not now that the wretched creature who claimed himself a god had surfaced to take what he thought was his. “Go, take the people, lead them to safety.” Fox had shouted at him over the roar of a thousand racing heartbeats. Her hand was on his forearm, urging him away. The others needed to be saved, but she had to have him do so, for he needed to be saved as well. 

      Survive. Death was expected. Fox’s actions were risky; as the Inquisitor, she sent the others away and faced the monster and his pet. How she had survived... Andraste must have truly been watching over her. When she woke in a cavern made of ice, she wasn’t sure she could move. Would it not be easier to close her eyes and sleep? Thedas would continue, it would be ripped apart, but it would continue. Words floated back to her, words from her advisors, from her companions, from her friends. They taught her how to survive and survive she had to do. Bruised, broken, and battle-scarred, she made her way toward a whistle of air until she found the source. Then she dug. She dug until her fingers all turned red and bloody and then she dug some more. It was dark now. A thick blanket of snow covered the rubble of Haven and it continued to fall. Wolves howled in the distance. Fox stumbled on, finding burned logs every once in a while. The snow had erased all tracks, but the dark, ashy pieces stained the flakes black where they tried to fall. Then, in the distance, fire. She had found them once again. She had survived. Fox could not feel the furs that were quickly wrapped around her when at last she fell to her knees, mere meters from the tents. She could not feel the arms that raised her out of the snow or see the face of the man that carried her, but she knew his voice and she understood what it was saying. You found us. You found us. Survive, she wanted to tell him in return. Survive. 

      Smile Commander, it’s all part of the game. Their new home took up much of her time after the journey from Haven. Together they worked upon the castle until it turned into a picture in their minds. For a brief period, there was an illusion of peace that washed over each and every one of them -- but it was short lived. For politics reared its ugly head at the Winter Palace and the Inquisition could not sit idly by when Corypheus was sure to make his next move. Josephine taught them how to play, but the game was much different upon the marble floors of the place. Dangerous, yes, but also fun. Once in the halls, as they walked side by side after speaking with an old general about the Duke, the Commander was approached by a small group of ladies. They fawned over him and for once, the Inquisitor could fade into the background. No one asked her how she was, no one pressured her for what she would do next, or worried her with memories of the Seeker Fortress. Fox could relax, and she did, watching as Cullen became flustered and uncomfortable. Smile, she’d wanted to tell him, for the game, she would’ve said. In truth, his smile was warming. There was a comfort within in that reminded her of dreamless nights at Skyhold -- when fear did not invade her sleep with its icy hands. Perhaps it was for the game, but it was a different sort of game. 

      I’m still falling and I can’t stop it. Adamant Fortress. Fox had seen the look of trust within the Commander’s eyes as she left his company to continue into the Warden’s lair. It gave her the strength to fight. A fire was ignited deep within her and she would not let him down. Not again. Not like with Haven, when so many of their men and women died. Everything went according to plan, they were winning, but then the dragon appeared. A creature all feared to be an archdemon. It attacked and the weight of the massive beast and the magic used to harm it, broke the fortress. And she was falling, falling, falling. The Fade opened; their survival. Within it, the truth was discovered, and one was left behind. Andraste was not Andraste, she was not the Herald people believed her to be. Then the choice, the choice to leave one behind. It was a burden too heavy on her heart. She screamed to stay, to help, but she was dragged back into the realm of the living by those who survived. When she again saw her advisors, she wished to fall at their feet. She wished to beg for their forgiveness, for she did not have the strength to stand, knowing she would again fall. Since Haven, they had very little loss, and now it suffocated her. Guilt was a deep pit, but it was one she could not voice. 

      Keep yourself safe. Battle was more frequent as they neared the end. The Arbor Wilds were filled with demons and nightmares alike. Corrupted creatures of the fade followed their master into the lush greenery and all fought. He was the Commander of the damn army and yet when she looked upon him, for perhaps the last time, Fox wanted to beg him to keep himself safe, but she knew what he’d say in return and she wasn’t quite sure she could promise him she’d do the same. 

      Do not weep. It was to be the end. Her hand pulsed with green light as a squire helped her into her armor. This would be the last time, she told herself. It had to be. They had the knowledge that it took to defeat the creature that plagued the land. A magister out of place, out of time. Josephine came first, she hugged Fox so tightly, she worried a rib had cracked. Then came Leliana, who whispered of secrets and bow skills that would surely aid in the fight. Finally, came Cullen. His hand on the hilt of his sword as if he too planned to join her. Already she had fought all of them to stay behind. “Maker preserve me,” he began, but she cut him off with a gentle hand to his cheek. Offering up an encouraging smile in return. Never had she lied, yet now, she shared with him something she did not yet know was the truth. “I’ll return,” only the Maker knew if it was true or not. Fox hadn’t wanted to lie, she wanted to tell him not to weep, to not mourn her if Corypheus did what he set out to do ( or she died killing him ), for it would tear her apart for him to hurt further. And so she gave him hope and trusted that he knew how fragile it was. 

[daxassan-archive]

[ character development meme ] all the multiples of 5!

character development questions | accepting

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

mostly survival necessities--dried snacks and foods that'll last for a long while, bits of thread and sewing needles, lockpicking kit, and all the tools he needs to make his own arrows in the field. he's got several small pockets dotted around him to keep all this in, as well as the quiver that tends to rest on his back.

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

more clothing. he loves layers--specifically things like scarves and jackets. but all the clothes he likes are comfortable and casual--put him anywhere near formal clothes and feyn'll start running. he'd rather wear his "fancy" armor over formal clothes--at leas the armor serves a purpose

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

not really. he grew up with the dalish, and they crafted and grew whatever they need and traded for the rest. he's always got a way of getting what he needs, but he honestly doesn't want for much. so long as he's got food, shelter, and near some trees, he's happy with what he's got. he does, however, like getting little keepsakes--just shiny or unusual little things that remind him of where he's been. one day he'll be able to dot them around his home

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

definitely self-criticism whenever he thinks of himself in comparison to others. honestly he thinks of himself a lot in comparison to various party members--often thinking that they're cleverer than he is, or just plain smarter. that they'd be better leaders than he is and that he's not really that great at anything other than drinking and fighting.

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

i think it's highly situational--overall, feyn's open to giving everyone a chance. does he suspect some people more than others? yep. humans are always under his scrutiny, especially those from the upper class or from tevinter. he always maintains an even amount of distance between them and himself. but unless someone has given him good reason to be suspicious--either through their reputation or actions--feyn's just fine taking his time to form his own opinions.

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

obscene amounts of wealth, displays of power just for the hell of it (especially when it harms others), and slavery. it's unfortunate that so many of his memories of tevinter are entwined with his time as a slave, because he actually loved the culture and the architecture and food--but he can't separate all that from his memories.

How does your character behave around people they like?

he acts the same almost all the time--mostly because he removes himself from places with people he doesn't like. the only difference, really, is his smile--around friends and people he trusts, he smiles easily and very openly. around people he doesn't trust, his smile is sharper, more predatory. as far as crushes go, he tends to talk more and find any and all excuses to just be around them. even if the excuse is incredibly trivial or see-through.

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

very, very well. he's been in such a position before, and he knows that those people are just trying to make a living. he's very kind and very giving, and makes every effort to remember names and little things about them--he asks after family, how pets are doing, whether or not that cooking creation ended the way they wanted to. he cares a lot, and it shows, especially with servants

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

he's not really sure what'll happen to him when he dies. before the well of sorrows, he simply hopes that death will just be a time for him to rest and forget his past.

[eromai-blog1]

@duxbellatorum​

The instructor had the three of them lined up outside on the big slab of marble that served as the royal practice arena, but it was much larger than needed for the three young nobles.

Well. Two young nobles and Cullen. Cullen who, in spite of his status being elevated quite suddenly about three or four years ago, still insisted on dressing like he'd just crawled out of the slums of the outer city.

He leaned over to whisper something to her, likely a question about something the instructor had said, but she tossed her hair to smack him pointedly in the face. "Don't talk to me," she said imperiously. "I'm about to beat you in a duel. It's unseemly."

[snowball-with-knives]

Mel’s/Anthy’s Deviled Egg Macaroni salad.

(( NOTE: This is not a healthy food. It is 100% a comfort food to go with sinfully delicious bbq. 

This is not a vegan food. You do need eggs. You do need mayo (which can be subbed with vegan friendly mayo--but as far as I know to get the true taste of boiled eggs (? correct me if I am wrong?) you need...boiled eggs.) 

I DO NOT measure with cups and tablespoons like normal people. I cook like my nana (grandma) taught me. By eyes and by actual tasting as you go. 

Because

@malumcanis and

@duxbellatorum liked. Here’s my Deviled egg macaroni salad recipe. 

What you need: 

Six hard boiled eggs

1 box/package of elbow macaroni. Size: your preference. I like the largest macaroni size. 

Smoked Paprika

Salt

Pepper

Frank’s red hot sauce

Mayonnaise of choice 

Dill relish (or, tediously chop your favorite dill pickles into tainy chunks. Your choice.)

White vinegar

DIJON mustard. NOT normal mustard. DIJON. You can go fancy stone ground dijon (that has more whole mustard seed in it) or whatever. Just make sure it is Dijon--because dijon has a particular, tastier taste than normal yellow mustard. 

HOW TO: 

Boil six eggs. Set aside or quick cool in bath of ice and water. 

Boil 1 box of pasta macaroni until al dente OR soft as your preference. 

When macaroni is cooked to preference, strain and give a quick rinse under cool water to stop it from cooking further. Let drain in colander at least 5 mins. 

In your favorite huge ass bowl, place: 

2 to 2 and 1/2 cups of preferred mayonnaise

1/2 cup dill relish of chopped dill pickles

2 tblspoons (or, as I call it, a splash) of white vinegar. 

Salt (to taste preference.)

Pepper (to taste preference) 

At LEAST 3 tablespoons Franks red hot sauce. (SPECIAL NOTE: I am a spicey-hot wimp. Frank’s red hot sauce is a lie. Mixed with everything else in this recipe you can be very heavy handed and generous with this “hot sauce” and not have it come out spicy at all. Frank’s, to me, again, a spicey wimp, is more an extra flavor boost and tanginess than spice. So don’t be afraid to eyeball / add more as you stir and taste.) 

3-8 tablespoons of DIJON mustard. (Ok, here’s the deal. As I said, I do not measure. I eyeball it. Then mix it. Then taste it. And then if it needs more, I add it. All I know is that I added a generous (but not more than 1/3 cup of) stone ground dijon. So, to be safe, add SMALL amounts, and work up to more according to what YOU like. 

Smoked paprika (2 tablespoons. Again. If you stir this shit up and want more, add more. Always err on adding too little though. You can always add more. You can’t really REMOVE more easily. 

Stir. 

TASTE to see what it needs more of. 

If all goes well, and nobody dies, mash your six boiled eggs in a bowl with a fork. Dump in your salad with all your other shit and STIR. 

Set in fridge for at LEAST 3 hours. For BEST FLAVOR, let sit for at least 8. 

Eat the shit out of your delicious salad.  Also, I am being told by a very dorky husband I have to get ready for bed now. :( GOOD NIGHT.))

[hissrading]

CALLOUT POST for @duxbellatorum

for stealing my boyfriend @dorianism

[mxrnamai]

Group Verse: Theomachy

Name: Ares, God of War

Faction: Areion

God or Hero: Woken God

Abilities/Skills:   overwhelming strength and physicality, 

Brief Bio:  The gods exist in the modern age, thoughtform potentates ensual of the mores of the times. It is a time of revolution and war, where campaigns and crusades are fought on battlefields and intellectual spheres alike. It is a time of upheaval, of change necessitated by violence and vehemence. 

Ares flourishes in the fallout. Enmity is his sustenance and delectation. His power grows so great that he easily becomes the most puissant of the Dodekathelion, waging war on Olympus to wrest the throne of his father’s hands. Zeus deposed, Ares rules on high, a reign of war and chaos that threatens the whole world.

He makes deals with mortals for alliances, most notably the King of Macedonia, who offers him the employ of his own íroas, the great heros under his command: Aiden ( Achilles / @catclawer ) Banshee ( Ajax / @4fourth ), Cullen ( Ulysses / @duxbellatorum ), and Hawke ( Hercules / @bluebirdy ). Ares takes them all, and also spirits away his queen ( @eromai ) who he suspects to be the reincarnated form of his greatest lover, Aphrodite. 

He trusts no one, though he rests in every assurance that the throne is his by blood and right.

[mademyselfreal]

A VERY SHITTY EDIT  for something i’m actually very happy about!! i made my blog on january 17th 2017, and in less than a month i’ve gained 100+ followers and i’m blown away! the response i’ve gotten for cole has been mindblowing and i am so so grateful. thank you all so so much for being here, i’ve really enjoyed my experience and am looking forward to keeping it going! without further ado, some lovely mutuals below the cut~!

special shoutout to my partner mccall who is currently working on a blackwall blog @blackvvarden ! you can see some of their talent over on @adrenalinesaint, check ‘em out!

below is a full alphabetized list of my mutuals whom i love very much! i haven’t interacted with all of you, but i appreciate you all being here with me!

@acxlyte, @alitheiia, @alwaysstrikestwice, @arcanemistrust, @arrowguided, @arsuledin, @asomniari, @atishabanalras, @banalsha, @banalvhen, @beherztheiit, @blackheartcd, @blackshadowed, @blackwine, @bladedrawn, @blightbound, @blightfated, @bloodiesthands, @bloodriites, @bluebirdy, @canticleofmercy, @chevaliersreach, @clovensoul, @cremisivs, @cutebloodmage, @dalathin, @disgraceforged, @dorianism, @duxbellatorum, @fadetogrey, @freedomdweller, @godsbite, @hissrading, @holyhorns, @honeycut, @hornsfirst, @hraunwyf, @idolbound, @inkswept, @ironhorns, @krempuff, @lakeknight, @lavellcn, @littlcdeath, @lucernimaevaris, @lupusirae, @madechamp, @mageright, @magicbound, @magicnotmiracles, @makerbound, @makercursed, @mienharels, @miinstrel, @mortechepalle, @mortedistelle, @mxsterworks, @ofeterniiity, @ohwcrden, @ourmight, @ourmight, @praettavia, @procellacor, @redemptum, @ritcd, @ruthlesspiety, @sacrificedmore, @shieldarmed​, @somnivr​, @soulofvalor​, @stellaluminis​, @tanadhal​, @varriictethras​, @vvarhorned​, @wolfdreaded​, @xstrange​, @youriinquisitorialness​ 

[serasbeesandarrows]

DIRECTIONS: You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! Put your MP3 player, itunes, spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people everybody, no skipping ( aka the drag yourself with your own music, savvy? ) 1. Impossible year- Panic! At The Disco 2. Educate Yourself- Evarose 3. Blood to Bleed- Rise Against 4. Defying Gravity- Wicked 5. Forest Fires- Lauren Aquilina 6. Cosmic Love- Florence and The Machine 7. Lunacy Fringe- The Used 8. Breathe Into Me- Red 9. The Hell Song- Sum 41 10. No Good Deed- Wicked Tagged by @shift-shaping Tagging: @demon-of-empathy @qunaristateofblind @helpforwherethehurtis @thedalishbloodmage @night-vale-jace @sarcasmwithhorns @arsuledin @duxbellatorum @ass--sass--sin @arcanistdagnarp