starter call ! mutuals only pls & thank youΒ
hey whats up am i allowed to come out of retirement
THE WESTWORLD PRODUCERS ARE DEVELOPING A FALLOUT TV SHOW FOR AMAZON IM LOSING MY MIND
i canβt emphasize how quickly sidri decides to disband the inquisition once the opportunity is presented to her & how desperate she is to have it be disbanded, instead of continue on its current form. sheβs seen so many organizations & movements within thedas who, despite truly wishing to do good, have their intentions twisted to the point where they do far more harm than good or have their needs used to against them. (ie the mages, the wardens, the templars if you think they werent nightmarishly awful from the start etc)
one of her greatest fears is to see the inquisition become corrupted like just about every other powerful organization in thedas and, in turn, she disbands it so fucking fast and never looks backΒ
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extravagantliarβ:
There is something humorous in his own mockery of his mortality. He is no longer a young man, though an old man, he is not. It pulls at him, and a smile unfolds behind paperwork and parchment, those things falling quickly aside as his focus shifts to her. They have far too few moments and β in this age of uncertainty, he will take a moment here and there, even if the moment is melodramatic, for he enjoys the exuberance.Β βNow, now. You can butter me up later, we all know your opinions on wine.β Or the fondness for it. Itβs a tease, punctuated with sarcastic wit, ever-present.Β
βHeβs a person, and you want him treated that way.β There is finality in those words. Cole had a found a soft spot in his armour and weaselled his way in, much like many of Sidriβs merry band of misfits ( for the most part ). Perhaps it was because Cole had an uncanny way of reminding him of home, reminding him of something so precious and so complicated, while maintaining himself through it all. Something fawnlike, someone still trying to find their feet in the world, to establish and navigate the unknown shores.Β
Fatherly. That word is swallowed and swept asideβ another thought for another time, a drunker time, a woeful time.Β
βI can speak to him, of course β however, even if I do, heβs the one to make his own choices, Sid.β Itβs a gentle reminder, a reminder that echos in the back of his head far too often for his liking, even though the choices that resonate are history β almost decades old and cooled.Β βI know heβs trying to find his way. If I can help that, I will.β Itβs an assurance that is sealed with a hand over hers.Β
hisΒ remarkΒ isΒ punctuatedΒ withΒ aΒ smallΒ huffΒ Β ofΒ laughter,Β fingersΒ lightlyΒ tuggingΒ throughΒ hisΒ hairΒ inΒ response.Β Β βthereΒ areΒ farΒ worseΒ vicesΒ toΒ have,Β iβllΒ letΒ youΒ know,Β andΒ atΒ leastΒ mineΒ perhapsΒ hintsΒ atΒ someΒ refinement.βΒ (aΒ lie,Β sheβsΒ moreΒ thanΒ contentΒ toΒ getΒ drunkΒ offΒ whateverΒ isΒ nearΒ atΒ handΒ whenΒ soΒ inclined.)Β Β
aΒ person.Β theΒ ideaΒ flickersΒ throughΒ herΒ mind,Β gainsΒ tractionΒ asΒ sheΒ tugsΒ atΒ herΒ lipΒ withΒ herΒ teeth.Β Β βyes,βΒ sidriΒ nodsΒ slowly,Β Β βaΒ person.βΒ sheΒ inhales sharply,Β glovedΒ fingersΒ tuggingΒ anxiouslyΒ atΒ theΒ cornersΒ ofΒ herΒ sleeves.Β Β βiβve....becomeΒ ratherΒ accustomedΒ ofΒ lateΒ toΒ beingΒ lookedΒ atΒ asΒ aΒ Β thing,Β asΒ Β somethingΒ composedΒ ofΒ expectations.Β iΒ wouldΒ notΒ wishΒ thatΒ uponΒ cole,Β notΒ whenΒ heΒ soΒ eagerlyΒ wishesΒ toΒ beΒ moreΒ thanΒ whatΒ othersΒ mightΒ fearΒ himΒ toΒ be.Β atΒ least,βΒ anotherΒ pause.Β Β βifΒ thatΒ isΒ notΒ whatΒ heΒ wants.βΒ
herΒ expressionΒ softensΒ atΒ hisΒ familiarΒ touchΒ andΒ sheΒ turnsΒ herΒ wristΒ overΒ slowly,Β thumbΒ tracingΒ aΒ lightΒ patternΒ againstΒ theΒ backΒ ofΒ hisΒ hand.Β Β βi just....iΒ justΒ wantΒ himΒ toΒ knowΒ allΒ ofΒ hisΒ options,Β varric,Β toΒ knowΒ thatΒ heΒ canΒ beΒ whatΒ heΒ wishes,Β whateverΒ itΒ is.Β ifΒ nothingΒ else,Β iΒ wouldΒ hopeΒ weΒ couldΒ giveΒ himΒ aΒ choice.βΒ
whenever i have to do quests in the western approach
time to roll up my sleeves and read/like/deeply value everything you nerds have posted today
my last drunk post for the night is that sidri happily scribbles sidri tethras in the corners of her private notes and missives like the Fool she isΒ
all my characters are morons why do i do this
pls note its still canon on this blog that sidri wrote deeply cringey hawke/self insert fanfic as an emo broody teenager afterΒ βthe tale of the championβ made its way to ostwick
and then she began violently sweating & wanted to die the moment she actually met hawkeΒ
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@asteeledheartβ asked:Β β Iβm not obliged to do anything. β
ca:ws //Β meme cache // selectively accepting
Observation is a wonderful way of learning the lay of any strategy, the earmark of a good spy relies on observation, and he feels as if he is an enemy spy behind dangerous lines as he watches Sidria pace back and forth in their hotel room, a cellphone wedged between her ear and her shoulder. This had been an impromptu vacation, laid spoiled by a news cycle, an election, a business merger, and a set of busted headphones. The headphones are the least important; however, he is still mildly annoyed that his favourite set of travel headphones lay broken in the bottom of their hotel room wastebasket.Β
Itβs the thud of her phone, hitting the bed that draws his attention back.Β "So, howβs the project?β
2.8 years in, do i attempt an icon change
its 2020 being edgy for edgyβs sake is CANCELED
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bornpariahβ:
βΒ How enigmatic,Β βΒ it comes as no surprise to him that there are secrets keptΒ and secrets held close to the chestΒ βββ Dorian is no open book to peruse, either / some aspects of his person well hidden and sheltered from common view. His opinionsΒ are a different story, but he knows well that not everyoneΒ can afford to be so openly DEFIANTΒ in the face of political and societal scorn. Heβs well used to it, and a foreigner in these lands to boot, and little more is expected from him. When it comes to Sidria ( β¦ ) he understands, in part. She wants to do good, that much he cal tell / and thatΒ is what matters most, in the end.Β βΒ Fitting for an assassinΒ who holds the most power in all of Thedas βββ no need to worry, Sidria, your most scandalous thoughts shall be kept between us.Β β
It seems rather exhaustingΒ though. Pretending to be someone you are not. Then again, he only has a vague idea justΒ how much she is putting on a show.
He canβt help but smileΒ as she passes judgment on herself / quite the revealing thing to do, indeed / chin leaned upon his hand as he scrutinizes her.Β βΒ Quite astute of you. The opinions of the unwashed massesΒ hardly matter when youβre certain of yourself,Β βΒ easy for himΒ to say, of course, but alas.Β βΒ But, yes, I would say that you are rather charmingΒ in your own way. You certainly know how to talkΒ to people.Β β
quicksilver slip of a grin appears at that and it does distantly occur to her how ridiculous all of this is, really; more laughable than inspiring. sheβd only barely known had to hold a blade when all of this had begun and now? a trained assassin, the herald of andraste, the inquisitor.Β
sidri had decided long ago that fate either did not exist or had an entirely ridiculous sense of humor. she isnβt certain which she would prefer.Β
βany idiot can swing a big sword around and hit things,β she replies with a quick huff of breath, settling into the chair now and making herself comfortable,Β βand thereβs a time and a place for that, i suppose, it does tend to come in handy, but iβd rather talk everyone out of something that would require said big sword before it needs to swung if i can.β sidri pauses now, head canting to the side as gaze settles curiously on dorian.Β βwhat of you, dorian? iβve had to pretend and learn how to be....this,β gloved hand lifts, fingers wiggling loosely,Β Β βwere you always so effortlessly charming, give off the air of someone that knows the answer to the question before itβs even asked or did you have to pretend?βΒ