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                 A great sigh builds in his chest with the force and weight of a thousand mountains, exasperation working its way into every crevice of his very being as he drapes himself over Cullen’s body, entirely disrupting —— whatever that he was doing. Nothing truly important, surely. There are more important things to pay attention to, thank you very much.

                                   Such as him.

@templararmor​ // how quickly are we going to make this stupid long

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mason, thinking about cullen, her new shitty project crush: he needs some MILK

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“ don’t take it too personally. ” for marigold (:

miscellaneous.  /  accepting.

She’s shaking.

BE A GOOD GIRL, MARIGOLD.  STAY QUIET, MARIGOLD.  IF YOU STAND UP FOR THEM THEN THE TEMPLARS WILL TURN ON YOU AND THEY WILL HURT YOU AGAIN.  THEY WILL HURT YOU, MARIGOLD, LIKE FATHER HURT YOU, AND YOU WILL DESERVE IT.  STAY QUIET, MARIGOLD.

Her hands won’t stop shaking.  They hang open and trembling by her sides, burnished eyes lowered and darting.  He’d threatened one of the mages in the ranks and she’d overheard.  Don’t take it too personally, he said, meant to be a comfort.  YOU’RE NOT LIKE THE OTHERS ONES.  It doesn’t change anything.  He’d threatened one of the mages.  The Templar threatened one of the mages.  She remembers this.

(  remembers the sound of armored hands meeting bare flesh.  remembers the sound of sobs and cries.  remembers being a monster and doing nothing out of fear / out of cowardice / out of selfishness.  )

The Templar could hurt you if you stand up, Marigold.

Father beat her head against the fireplace and when she shouted and sobbed he only got angrier.  The Templar pushed her to the ground when she panicked because he grabbed her.  The Templar reached for her hair and yanked her head up to face him.

He threatened one of the mages.  He could hurt you if you stand up, Marigold.

She feels tears prick at her eyes and blinks them back.

YOU ARE NOT IN THE CIRCLE ANYMORE, MARIGOLD.  YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULD STOP BEING A COWARD, MARIGOLD.

Her hands will not stop shaking even as she curls them slowly into fists.

IF YOU STAY QUIET YOU ARE JUST AS BAD AS THE TEMPLARS, MARIGOLD.

Her eyes raise and catch his FINALLY, and they are afraid but her brows are furrowed and her teeth are grinding behind her mouth.  Her fists curl tighter.  NO MORE.

“N - no,” she says, stutter catching her voice but somehow doing nothing to soften the syllable.  THE MAGE steps towards him and for once she looks her height, for once she seems taller than he is —— YET SHE IS STILL TERRIFIED.  SHE IS STILL AFRAID OF HIM.  BUT SHE WILL NOT LET FEAR BE THE THING THAT MAKES HER MONSTROUS.  She says again, “No, Cullen.

Be brave, Marigold.

“You will not threaten my mages.  You will NOT threaten the mages under my protection.”  Her teeth bare.  Empty lungs empty chest terrified but YOU SWORE, MARIGOLD.

Her voice lowers, every word slow and careful and far more solid than the sword upon his hip.  “Are we fucking clear?”

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cullen’s right u know

ahvir is right that boruto is a wonderful anime (  the manga blows  ) so eat ass

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"sit still and let me take a look."

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“Don’t fucking touch me.”  The words are spat out with as much venom as she can muster, which is a surprising amount given the gash oozing blood from her forehead. She wonders if the fact that there’s blood running down her face makes her look a little more intimidating, for Cullen’s sake she hopes so; the less inclined he is to come anywhere near her the better. It’s not that she’s an idiot, she knows the cut needs looking after, but she’ll be dead in the ground before she as Templar hands on her. Besides, it’s nothing healing magic can’t solve, although she’s reluctant to do so in front of him. Even in the Inquisition the thought of doing magic in front of a Templar-even if he claimed to no longer be one-makes her feel sick. They say things have changed, but she still doesn’t trust that she won’t wake up to find Cullen holding a Tranquil branding for her. “I don’t need your help, Templar, and I don’t want it. Are we clear?” 

[bowarisen]

     ❛❛ I  AM  PLEASED  TO  OFFER  MY  SERVICES  WHEREVER  NEEDED        ❜❜     punctuating  genuine  offerance  of  aid  with  careless  salute   ,   perhaps  more  mocking  of  the  tense  air  permeating  office  alight  with  flickering  candle  flame.  atmosphere  such  as  this  only  push  at  fraying  nerves  ,  will  to  please   &   elate  provoking  ill  timed  humor.     ❛❛ i  have  done  my  fair  share  of  battles   &   the  front  lines  are  just  as  welcoming  as  the  shadows  ever  were.  be  it  bow  or  sword,  TELL  ME  what  needs  done   ,   commander. ❜❜

@templararmor   /   sc. 

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8 and 29 !

MUN QUESTIONS.  /  ACCEPTING. 

eight. --- do you follow canon or dump it in the trash?

i’ve tried to follow it pretty strictly! i did change the setting, but that’s because i’ve talked to so many of my professors and read so many essays that have discussed how the setting of the story matches edinburgh so much closer than it matches london. it just... felt right. plus, i’m biased, because i live in edinburgh and hate london. but in everything else, i try to stick to canon! there’s a little bit that i have to add myself, naturally, since we don’t... really get a lot of henry’s backstory, but i try not to directly contradict anything. 

twenty-nine. --- list your top two movies. 

hmm. top one right now has gotta be the shape of water. it’s just... such a beautiful, well-done film. guillermo del toro is a genius and a visionary. and for the second, i’d probably say young frankenstein. it’s so hilarious --- even though i’ve seen it dozens of times now, it never, ever gets old. ‘werewolf?!’ ‘there wolf. there castle.’ the jokes are so fucking dumb, but so good at the same time. 

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Blackwall stroked his beard thoughtfully as he watched some of the newest bout of recruits start their exercises for the day. They were as clumsy as they were young, and he scoffed and paced closer to where Commander Cullen was standing. “Where did you find this bunch, working a corn field?”

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            ◐ || "...you’re giving these to me,” she huffs softly, almost as if she                   didn’t intend on voicing the thought aloud.                   sharp hazel eyes narrow at the reports being held outstretched                   by cullen, then flick up at the commander, several beats passing                   without her accepting them. instead she scans his eyes for                   mischief, because entrusting tactical documents to an elf as if                   her input has any value should be downright laughable.

                  as per her ever-persistent refusal to appear anything but stoic and                   alert, she remains totally guarded, letting little show except her                   skepticism and caution.

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blessing the rain? big mood

now it can be ur big mood for one hour just for 0.99

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“i have a request of you, commander,” presence is announced by a quick RAP at the door followed by a brief nod of GREETING. he’s hunched over the map table again, no doubt scouring it for troop movements and military exercises she could never think up on her own. “it can wait, if it need be. it isn’t all that-, i don’t know, DIRE. nothing’s on fire, anyway.” 

sidri moves towards the table across from him, fingers DELICATELY spreading over the edge. she nods slowly, appearing to BRIEFLY struggle with just what to say before she SIGHS. “i need to know what to say to SOLDIERS. i want to ask how they’re faring when i see them-,” when they LOOK at me, is really what she means, when they stare at me like i’m holy. “i haven’t the faintest idea what to say. went and asked some if there swords were properly sharpened.” 

she WINCES, nose SCRUNCHING. “it sounded better in my HEAD. anyway, i should like to ask how they are, how goes their SERVICE, but i don’t know where to start.” a pause and her voice grows firmed, more DETERMINED. “if they’ve pledged themselves to the inquisition, i want to be able to speak PROPERLY. i owe them that at the very least.”  

[bornpariah-a]

            ❝ ——— The penmanship leaves much to be desired, ❞ he passes judgment as if he is the Inquisitor, sprawled in a chair which he may or may not have levitated up to Cullen’s ridiculous quarters, part undressed and sickeningly casual. Pants / close fitting shirt / Cullen’s cloak / bare feet / letter in hand grabbed from a pile which he skims lazily, smile curving at his mouth half amused / half vicious. Yet another besotted Orlesian ( he peers at the name ) woman, swooning after the Commander. ❝ The prose even more so. She describes your eyes as glimmering jewels bluer than the sea. Never mind the fact that she’s wrong —— this turn of phrase is CRIMINAL. ❞

@templararmor // here’s yet another thread, ♥ you

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RULES: SHARE FOUR SONGS/PIECES OF MUSIC THAT REPRESENT YOUR MUSE.

Tagged by:  @magicbound​ heh Tagging: @governingmouse​ @righteousmade​ @templararmor​ @bornpariah​ @vigilflight​

1. How Did You Love - Shinedown (Thanks Mal)

You can have a sound of the thousand voices calling your name You can have the light of the world blind you, bath you in grace But I don't see so easily what you hold in your hands 'Cause castles crumble, kingdoms fall and turn into sand You can be an angel of mercy or give in to hate You can try to buy it just like it every other careless mistake How do you justify I'm mystified by the ways of your heart With a million lies the truth will rise to tear you apart 

2. Sick Like Me - In This Moment 

Is it sick of me To feed the animal in you? Is it sick to say I tease the hunter like I do? Is it sick of me To watch the wicked way you thrill? Is it sick to say I live to break your will Are you sick like me? Am I beautiful As I tear you to pieces?

3. Superstition - The Birthday Massacre 

As it washes my convictions away. He stops me when I’m starting to pray. He says, “Intuition is awakening suspicion.” He says, “My tradition is the art of superstition. I wake up in the light of the fire, Eyes burning like the ashes In submission to the heat of desire. He tells me not to preach to the choir. 

4. Am I Not Merciful? - Hans Zimmer 

 I just really like this instrumental piece because it has this low pitch, and slow crescendo that speaks to me as representative of Meredith’s ascension and then downward spiral during the Right of Annulment and onward through the end.

In the context of the movie Gladiator, Commodus has become unstable, punishing his sister for betraying him to Maximus, and so on. So context wise, it’s also a great piece to pair with the powerful losing control over their respective situations.

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i’m the cullen

callout post for @templararmor: doesn’t believe cullen is an incel

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well there’s no accounting for taste

things ahv says 2 dorian

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@templararmor​  ♡

Scarred. calloused hands grip the back of the wooden chair so tightly her knuckles turn white as she glares at the man across from her. As a child, before she learned to control her magic, it would burst forward when she was upset-a natural defence system against whatever was causing the distress. It hasn’t happened in years, but part of her wishes it would happen now; at least then she could claim Cullen dying was an accident. 

Unfortunately her magic stays safely tucked away where she has trained it to be, and Cullen continues to live and breathe across from her. Perhaps it’s for the best. After all she couldn’t kill him without bringing the entirety of the Inquisition down on top of her. The thought is there though, as is the barely contained rage bubbling under her skin at the sight of him. 

“Knight-Captain.”  the words are spat through gritted teeth and oh if looks could kill. A voice at the back of her mind whispers that they could, if only she’d accept some help but she pushes it away. This man isn’t worth becoming an abomination for. “I hear you think the Herald should appeal to Templars for help. I’m curious what you think they could do to close the breach-tear it away from it’s family and threaten it with Tranquillity. perhaps?”