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THERE WAS A STAR RIDING THROUGH THE CLOUDS ONE NIGHT, AND I SAID TO THE STAR ‘CONSUME ME.’
canon divergent. private. penned by jupiter.
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❛ Warden Commander Clarel has exceptionally bad taste in allies, that’s what. ❜ Any and all previous attempts to reach out to the Grey Wardens had been rebuffed, though with war and demons bearing down on all of them, many among the Order were finally understanding the scope of their mistakes and laying down their arms. The thought of another doing the same or, even better, lending aid to the Inquisition’s forces, was more than enough incentive to pause for a moment to - hastily - clarify the source of her frustrations.
❛ The Wardens have been deceived ; they all started to hear the Calling at the same time and, in their panic, they turned to a dangerous Tevinter magister for aid. He suggested an army of demons to invade and clear the deep roads but, what Clarel doesn’t know is that there is a dark hand behind all of this —— one that will take that demon army from her and use it to conquer half of Thedas. ❜
SHEPARD HAD ALSO FELT THE BEGINNINGS of the Calling when she crossed the Orlesian border from the Anderfels but paid little attention to it as she had bigger fish to fry, so to speak. ❛ I don’t gather anyone is too keen on the Tevinter magister she’s taken as an adviser. I will say, however, that he has put on a good show for those BLINDLY following Clarel’s orders. ❜ Raleigh had never really been one for following the herd, one of the many reasons she’d been singled out of the Orleasian army to be recruited into the Wardens, but it also was alarmingly telling about the state of the Orlesian wardens as a whole, and as Clarel’s second, it didn’t sit right with her that she’d do this to their people.
She wasn’t all that SURPRISED to hear that there was an ulterior motive for the Tevene’s help, though it was news to her that it was meant to conquer Thedas. ❛ If I may, Inquisitor, I’d like to offer you my help. While I don’t enjoy slaying my own brothers and sisters, maybe there are some to yet be swayed against the Magister. ❜
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❛ ——– i’m dead serious, dude ! i’m telling you, he looks just like an earth raccoon. if earth raccoons, um… talked and smelled like a month old garbage compactor full of rotten fruit. ❜ his choice of words had been fallible in his explanation. he orders another drink after her brief interjection. ❛ don’t get me wrong, he’s a great friend and all, but honestly ? he’s just plain rude… and violent. i actually forgot where i was going with this story, so we’ll just go with the bottom line here being, he ain’t exactly the kind you wanna befriend. his name’s rocket raccoon, by the way. ❜
HER EYES NARROWED, obviously dubious of the statement that there was a raccoon, of all animals, that was walking and talking and might try to KICK HER ASS if she looked at it the wrong way. Shit just didn’t add up. ❛ Exactly what kind of raccoon do I want to befriend? ❜ She hoped the look on her face accurately conveyed her BEWILDERMENT, because this was almost too crazy to make up. But if there was one thing she learned from space it was that it was weird. Real fuckin’ weird.
PEOPLE ARE forward, here, in Goodneighbor— for the most part. A veritable realm of hedonists; if people feel so inclined to slit throats, they’re hardly coy about it. He supposes he’s found himself an exception to the consensus. There’s a lie in his geniality, an undercurrent of ulterior motives. Not quite sinister, but hardlyinnocent. The word holds very little weight, these days.
She’s guarded. Owen understands, finds no fault in necessary paranoia. He had known she would be. The sheer physicality of his stature isn’t common in this little corner of the wasteland; Boston’s radiation renders metabolism and growth hormones defective. Owen’s been compared to a Yao Guai in people’s clothes. It’s a hindrance as much as it is a boon. His size discourages confrontation, makes people nervous. Consequently, the likelihood of appearing harmless, blending in, just isn’t possible.
Owen relies on his own arguable charisma. Crooked grin, sly hands, deep, personable voice. He is friendly, now, and it’s easier when it’s honest. Violence isn’t on his agenda this evening. The Mister Handy arrives with a long bottle of crystal-clear liquor, drops it heavily onto the countertop between them, and leaves them to pour the drink into the tumblers themselves. He doesn’t seem to notice Whitechapel Charile, keeps his eyes curiously on Raleigh. Reaches for the bottle, and pours moonshine into their glasses.
“You’re new around here.” It isn’t a question, but it is conversational. He means to learn more about the woman he’s beenhired to kill. Owen takes his glass, and holds it up to him, turns it in his palm to watch the moonshine swirl and shine. “Got a name?”
RALEIGH’S TIME IN GOODNEIGHBOR was often spent divided between the Memory Den and the Third Rail Bar. But she was anything but social, but most of the crooks and criminals in Goodneighbor didn’t mind that she kept to herself. They didn’t bother her and she didn’t bother them. As of right now it was fairly MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL. Every once in a while she got a drunk guy begging to get his teeth knocked in, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle on her own.
The man buying her a drink was a different story. The last time she’d seen a smile that inviting was before the bombs dropped, and the only different between then and now was that it could be DEADLY. There was malevolence every time she turned around in the Commonwealth be it in the form of scammers trying to convince her that caps were being phased out ( even though she hadn’t really gotten used to the idea of BOTTLECAPS for currency as opposed to cold hard cash ), a gun pointed in her face, or a deathclaw charging across the hills towards her. It was really all she had just to s u r v i v e to put her head down on a pillow each night. She deserved a drink at the Third Rail at the end of the day, even with all the shit Whitechapel Charlie spewed out while he was pouring it.
She debated, even if only for a moment, whether she’d make an impression by refusing to offer up her name. She’d done it before, thought something told her that he’d give her a run for her money if she met him in a dark alley and she didn’t really WANT to know who the winner would be. ❛ Shepard, ❜ she said after a moment. ❛ Just call me Shepard. ❜ When she got married she opted not to change her last name. It had just felt a little too Suzy Homemaker to her and Kaidan had been okay with that. Now she wished she’d gone through and changed it. ❛ What about you? Can’t just buy a lady a drink and not give her your name. ❜
anyways sorry I poofed the election had me stressed out plus I start a new job in 4 hours and I haven’t slept yet ✌🏼️
❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜
A SOFTER MILKY WAY ↳ accepting
RALEIGH PAUSED, her footstep echoing in the void louder than she thought possible. She wasn’t entirely sure what this realm was or what it might MEAN for her in the long run, but she knew that the Outsider was feared. That his name was SLANDERED across Dunwall and that it could only spell trouble that he wanted anything to do with her. She had intended to W A L K A W A Y, to wake up from whatever nightmare was plaguing her and to never mention it in the light of day. But the statement struck her and wormed its way into the pit of her belly were it turned over like a PARASITE wreaking havoc in her gut. It was as terrifying as it was foreign, and she didn’t know if she wanted to be a part of it at all.
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a softer world sentence starters.
- ❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜
- ❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜
- ❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜
- ❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜
- ❛ if you love something let it go. ❜
- ❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜
- ❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜
- ❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜
- ❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜
- ❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜
- ❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜
- ❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜
- ❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜
- ❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜
- ❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜
- ❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜
- ❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜
- ❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜
- ❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜
- ❛ we’re too far from help. ❜
- ❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜
- ❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜
- ❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜
- ❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜
- ❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜
- ❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜
- ❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜
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endure, endure, and the syllables harden like stoic white sheets struck with rigor mortis on the clothesline of winter.
Sylvia Plath, excerpt from a letter to Richard Sassoon, in Paris, November 22, 1955, in The Journals of Sylvia Plath (Anchor Books, 1998)
❛ Do you have a minute? ❜ Despite the COURTEOUS question, Shepard didn’t move from her position leaned against the door frame. The life support room was a little too arid for her taste, and she was sure that when she went back to her cabin her lips would feel CHAPPED and her skin would feel too dry, but death had put her in quite the existential predicament. Something Thane had said before killing Nassana had struck a particularly POIGNANT note with her, and she just couldn’t stave off asking any longer. ❛ In the Dantius towers you said something about prayers for the forsaken. What did you mean when you said they were for yourself? If that’s--you know--not too personal. ❜ / @devoutpenace ❤’d
❛ Inquisitor, ❜ Raleigh spoke, her voice even ( if a little breathy from the battle ) much to her own surprise. To say that she had been startled by the invasion of the Inquisition on Adamant was an understatement, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit how much of a relief it was as well. ❛ I don’t suppose you have any clue what’s going on here. I only arrived a few days ago. ❜ / @youriinquisitorialness ❤’d
OKAY SO i want to apologize for my little impromptu hiatus things have been super hectic with work and whatnot (i just got a promotion confetti emoji) as i adjust to my new schedule i will also be coming back around with my activity
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help me remember:
not everything in life is a battle.
i don’t need to carry a knife everywhere i go.
help me learn:
how to shed my armor without shedding tears.
how to open up my arms without raising my fists.
help me understand:
i can be vulnerable, and still be strong.
i can be made of steel, and still be soft.
help me realize:
if life is a battle, i don’t have to fight it alone.
