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@swiftfootedtabris replied to your post “.”
Aegons tag is full of Jon I wish people would stop calling Jon Aegon. He's more a stark than a Targaryen.
Both Jon and Aegon’s tumblr tags got fucked over with that. yet according to a boy in my class this season was about ‘Jon accepting his identity as a Targ. Nature over nurture.’ rolls eyes into oblivion
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swiftfootedtabris replied to your post “❝ are you going to help me put up these halloween lights? ❞ (short...”
She's 5'2 or 5'1 I forget but short af
“Put us together and we can take over the world probably.”
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“*purely staring at Alistair’s lips*”
> [sexual tension starters](https://atheirin.tumblr.com/post/167035966866/sexual-tension-sentence-starters)“Is .. there something on my face?” He reaches up and begins to wipe at his mouth, fearing that some scrap of food had been leftover from dinner. There is a nervousness bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he watches her stare at him, eyebrows knitting together.
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Same tho…..
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…yeah not a fan
look if the game didn’t force you to help him ... i’d leave it all to teagan.
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❝ messere tabris, it is an honor to welcome you in skyhold. I am magnus, one of leliana’s agents and was asked to show you around. if you wish for me to do so. ❞
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Throws grass at your muse :3
“Woah hold on for a second. Did you just throw grass at me?”
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Δ (swiftfootedtabris)
SEND ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION || @swiftfootedtabris || accepting !
When the Hero of Ferelden had shown up at Skyhold, Ellana hadn’t been sure what would happen next. Even though she had grown up in the Free Marches, the humans that her clan traded with came from all over; many of them spoke of the Hero and just what she had done for Ferelden. Despite being starstruck, there was something about seeing another elf in such a position that helped put Ellana at ease.
Finally, there was someone that could understand her. They had bonded over stories of what they had gone through, and though she wasn’t certain how, the two of them not set in Ellana’s bedchambers. “I truly appreciate you taking the time to talk to me.” There were so many other things that the woman could be doing. Nimble fingers worked into the elf’s blonde hair and gently separated them into pieces as she began to work the other’s hair into a braid.
“It’s nice to talk to someone that truly understands what I’m going through.” For a moment the mage falls quiet as she continues to work her fingers through Aliena’s hair. “On a non-serious note, I am incredibly jealous of your hair.”
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Hc Templars
Headcanon Asks [ always accepting ]
Being sent to the Chantry at a young age Sebastian actually spent a good deal of time around Templars, or those who were training to be Templars. When he was younger he’d often be bunked with them as depending on where he was at the time there typically aren’t a lot of other men staying in the Chantry. So, uh, you can say he spent a lot of time flirting with a lot of templar trainees in his wilder days within the Chantry walls -- at the very least flirting lmao. Now, he has more respect for them, and the Templar Order on the whole. Of course past experiences have caused him to look at things more critically than he has, but over all he respects people who give their lives to protect others if that’s what their goal is.
#swiftfootedtabris#( 🌠 ) answered#( 🌠 ) headcanon#sebastian has fucked his fair share of templar recruits is all I'm saying
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It would be very good for you, and very amusing for me
Hobbit – @swiftfootedtabris
“ Why do I get the feeling this is only going to be a strange surfacer prank? ”
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trick or treat (GIVE ME SWEETS)
//thar u go
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012. piggy back ride .(swiftfootedtabris)
> [soft touch meme](https://atheirin.tumblr.com/post/166987117506/musingmeme-touch-meme-send-one-to-do-to-my) || @swiftfootedtabrisAlistair could tell how tired the small elf was just by looking at her. It seemed as if she hadn’t had a good nights sleep in weeks, and there was a sluggishness to her that made it particularly evident she was having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other; but Aliena did not complain. He wanted to reach out and tell her that they should stop -- set up camp and just rest for the night -- but he knew that she would refuse.Without warning the man hurried his steps so that he was in front of the elf, dropping down to one knee with his back facing towards her. **“No arguing. Climb on.”** Alistair tried to ignore the flush that began to creep on his cheeks as the rest of their party looked at him as if he had grown a second head, and when Aliena remained silent, he was certain that she was just going to walk by and refuse.But suddenly there was a weight on his back and the warden inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. It was like she weighed nothing at all to him as he lifted himself back into a standing position, arms tucking beneath her knees so that he could hold her up. _How can someone so small have the weight of the world on their shoulders? _Swallowing the sudden knot that formed in his throat, Alistair began to walk forward once more.
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[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.
| Soft starters
Mercenary work is exhausting, especially when you’re the one to pull the short straw on who has to sleep in the tavern. The Inn was mostly full by the time they’d got there, and after figuring out just how many mercenaries can fit into three rooms, it’d been decided someone was going to have to sleep without that luxury. It’s not awful, at least. The fire in the fireplace has all but gone out and still pulses out enough heat to keep Ash’s feet warm. Certainly a better place to sleep than the branches of a tree while it’s raining. It’s just not quite as nice as having a pillow or a bed.
By habit or paranoia, he’d settled himself in the corner where he can watch the door and the stairwell, back to a wall. But for a second, his eyes flutter closed, and when they open again its from the sound of footsteps and the light touch of cloth settling over his body. A soft chuckle lights from his chest as his eyes look up to Aliena, and he smiles. “Didn’t expect such a kind gesture from you.” It’s not unappreciated though, as he pulls the blanket around his shoulders and settles a little more comfortably in his chair. “Have you come to read me a good night story?”
#[[ slaps this back on the page fuck u tumblr for deleteing it. ]]#Letters for an assassin; ask#verse; a knife between the teeth#swiftfootedtabris
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👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?
> [sex + romance headcanons](https://lavcllans.tumblr.com/post/166259533187/sex-romance-headcanons)It really depends on the situation and how confident she feels. If there is something that she feels attracted to, but she is uncertain how the other person feels, Ellana will often make her feelings clear and then let the other person do the asking. However, if there is someone that has made it obvious they are interested in her and she feels the same, she has no problem being the one to make the first move.
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“ DID YOU KNOW I hate darkspawn ? ” A grimace twists battle-worn features and, with exertion, the lifeless, tainted corpse of a hurlock is nudged into the ravine. Could they take one step in any direction without being forced to fight for their lives ? “ One of them was a biter. I’m pretty sure not even the blacksmiths in Denerim could get out these teeth marks ! ”
@swiftfootedtabris / starter
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The Darkspawn gave a great stench as they died, but what chilled him were the moans and screams of his own kin -- for he knew that there were those who were injured; who were thus tainted and would have to then be killed out of mercy.
The Keeper hurried to one, a youngster of about sixteen. Arianne was beside him trying her best to draw the taint from his wound, but her hand was shaking and she was crying. He sent his daughter away with a gentle word, but he could not promise her that Daemon will be saved.
( How did this happen? All we wanted was to go home, go west, get out of Ferelden -- How did we get caught in all this? )
As he laid Daemon down flat and took a look at his arm -- he had defended himself, and took a blow, a large gash that took the flesh from his bone. The blood was turning black with the taint, and he set to work, calling the Fade, focusing it upon the boy’s arms -- then working to change it, to pull the poisoned blood away.
He heard footsteps approach and he knew them to be the party of strangers that had helped them defeat and disband the darkspawn that set upon them. Without looking away, without losing focus, the Keeper spoke, “ Thank you for helping us, but you should leave. We will tend to our own, we need not any more aid from outsiders,”
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hc + childhood
> Send me hc + word for a headcanon about that wordAlistair was kicked by a horse while working as a stableboy at Redcliffe Castle and had two of his ribs broken. Ever since that incident, he has always been hesitant around horses. He’s not _scared_ of them, but he knows that they are creatures that are nearly as tall as he is (if not taller) that could beat the shit out of him if he so much as looked at them wrong. So, yeah, he appreciates horses much more as an adult than he did as a child.
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