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He chose to observe and not comment on any of the vile description. Unsure if the details were simply shared in commiseration, or in some form of cautioning that was not bestowed effectively.
“You were rather insistent about accompanying us. I’m going because Hawke wants me too, and I honour my debt to him thus. This seems no more treacherous than anything else we’ve taken on.” He could be wrong, but he fancied himself well attuned in the assessment of danger. Perhaps there were unspoken things between brothers that he could never understand.
Carver nodded and looked down, uncharacteristically subdued. While the young man wasn't overly chatty, he was still an animated person, just as his older brother was too.
"Yes. I was at Ostagar when the Blight started, at that first battle against the horde..." He shook his head, dark brows furrowing, and his familiar frown tugging deeper, "The most monstrous things you're ever likely to see. Really the stuff of nightmares. Rows and rows of sharp teeth dripping with blood and ichor, and Maker knows what else. Stink like festering corpses, and look like them too." Carver seemed lost in the memory for a moment, eyes unfocused and staring at the ground for several seconds. "And just... don't stop. They don't have fear, don't seem to feel pain, they just... keep coming. And keep coming..."
He trailed off, a small twitch fluttering behind his eye. After a moment though, his gaze sharpened once again, and his frown lines softened once more. "If circumstances were different, I wouldn't be going at all. If I never seen another darkspawn again, it'll be too soon."
If one didn't know better, it almost sounded like Carver was trying to discourage Fenris.
#fantasy-driven#fantasy driven#💙 ic#sorry it took so long!#made some assumptions here so lmk if you want me to change anything!
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Show, don't tell : Part 1
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[ Angry + Frustrated ]
Red face
Tensing up jaw/body
Clenching fists
Gritting teeth
Stomped feet
Rolling eyes
Crossing arms
Kick/Hit something
Eyebrows furl
Face crunches up
Tight lips
Narrow eyes
[ Happy + Excited ]
Laugh/Giggle
Smile from ear to ear
High tone in voice
Smiling/Grinning while talking
Heart Pounding
Clapping
Breathing deeply
Squeal/Scream
Talking fast
Contentedly Sigh
Tilted head
Hand clasped over mouth
[Bored + Tired ]
Pace back and forth
Sigh loudly
Blank face
Play with fingers
Staring off into space
Yawning
Fidgeting around
Leaning head on hands
Rubbing eyes
Droopy eyes
Dark circles under eyes
Complaining
[Sad + Scared]
Trembling lips/body
Tears in eyes
Bite Nails
Curl up/tuck knees to chest
Bite nails
Eyes burn/turn red
Stop breathing OR breathe fast
Lose appetite
Frowning
Darting eyes
Blinking quick or not at all
Pounding heart
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Dragon Age 2 Sentence Starters
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“Without an end, there can be no peace.”
“Get rid of one threat and another appears. I’m starting to think this city’s in love with crisis.”
“How do you do it - living in this city without picking a side? Doesn’t it matter to you?”
“If we kill them, we get their stuff!”
“Your death toll is approaching natural disasters!”
“’Elf this’ and ‘elf that’. I’ll 'elf’ your mother.”
“Of course we frolic. We wouldn’t be elves if we didn’t.”
"Men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six.”
“You have a certain swagger about you. When I try it, I trip over my own feet."
“I’ve had enough of your loose lips. As I’m sure many men have.”
"I haven’t exactly worked out all of the kinks. Step one, we find _____… step two, I don’t know. Something exciting happens. Step three, profit. Any questions?”
“Opinions are like testicles, you kick 'em hard enough and it doesn’t matter how many you’ve got."
“I’ve got so many bruises now… They have names and families.”
“I thought you’d have noticed by now: I lie a lot.”
“If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I’m leaving!”
“I miss it sometimes, things being certain.”
“If I cross you, you’ll be the first to know. And I’ll be the last.”
“It’s all right, you know. Even you can be happy once in a while.”
“Fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could.“
“You’re just feeling homesick. Don’t second-guess yourself.”
“Don’t save me. Please, just… don’t.”
“If I held a grudge against everyone who attacked me in a dream, I’d have no friends.”
“So I shouldn’t slit my wrists and dance naked in the moonlight just to fit in?”
"How about a big sign that just says ‘DON'T’. You could hit people with it”
“All our time together when did you think crazy doesn’t turn me on?”
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Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age franchise) Quote Starters
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“Why be ashamed? Power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.”
“I always smile. People like my smile, and they should! I have excellent teeth.”
“Do you feel that? My magic-sensing nose is tingling!”
“The successor must prove he could slaughter his enemies, he doesn’t actually do it. We aren’t savages.”
“Yes, and I’d live longer if I ate only rice and boiled vegetables, but that’s just as unlikely.”
“What do they call this? A ‘bog’? Lovely word.”
“The thing is, sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.”
“If it says anything other than 'I’m going to burn your face off,’ I don’t want to hear it.”
“I suppose the ancients weren’t all that clever.”
“Slap a coat of paint on it, you’d have a halfway decent hovel.”
“Lively for a wasteland, I’ll give it that.”
“We can rule out _____ for this. Not enough blood splattered everywhere.”
“What do you know of 'my kind’, _____?”
“Tell that to mister barely concealed envy issues!”
“You’d do a word puzzle if I gave it to you?”
“You have a question? Are your whiskers quivering with curiosity?”
“That would be easier to believe if you hadn’t just blushed.”
“And… this is how you want to look?”
“You didn’t knock over a single priceless statue, or fart even once near the dessert table!”
“(Sighs.) Discretion isn’t your thing, is it?”
#Ok im coming out as a Fenrian shipper#when you search ‘fenrian’ you see some of my old art in tumblr roflmao#— ; prompt/meme
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random headcanon asks
1. does your muse enjoy watching the stars?
2. does your muse have any long-term, life plans?
3. how does your muse manage strong emotions?
4. how many blankets does your muse sleep with?
5. has you muse ever experienced sleep paralysis?
6. what style of music does your muse like the most?
7. what’s the furthest from home your muse has traveled?
8. does your muse have any unusual fears? what are they?
9. is your muse / would your muse be active on social media?
10. does your muse get sick often? what’s their go-to remedies?
11. is your muse quick thinking? are they able to focus when stressed?
12. what is your muse’s most helpful coping skill, healthy or unhealthy?
13. what is the strangest / least comfortable place your muse has slept?
14. where does your muse’s strength lie? physical strength? mental? emotional?
15. if your muse had the option, would they prefer to go to space or explore the ocean?
16. how skilled is your muse in the kitchen? what is the most complicated dish they know how to make?
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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 / 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬.
a collection of scenarios & interactions appropriate for period/medieval rp.
change pronouns/tenses as needed, specify muse where needed.
[ broken cart ] the sender comes across the receiver, whose cart/wagon has broken down.
[ tavern ] our muses are both visiting a local tavern, where they meet.
[ road companions ] our muses are traveling in the same direction, both on foot, where they meet.
[ by the river ] our muses meet as they are taking a break by the edge of a freshwater river.
[ shelter inn ] our muses are both taking shelter from some untimely weather at a travellers' inn.
[ a dance/celebration ] our muses are attending a dance, and as the partners swap they meet on the dancefloor.
[ festival ] our muses are separately attending an annual community festival hosted in town.
[ royal celebration ] the monarchy has put on a celebration for their people, our muses meet during the festivities.
[ runaway horse ] after being thrown from their spooked horse, sender abruptly meets the receiver as they are tracking down the runaway horse.
[ by the fireside ] sender approaches the receiver on a cold night, drawn in by their fire, in hopes they can share the warmth.
[ disaster strikes ] a lightning storm has hit, our muses have both taken shelter from the dangerous weather inside an abandoned structure.
[ market square ] our muses come into contact whilst attending the same marketplace, or market stall.
[ on fire! ] our muses meet in the chaos of a fire breaking out amongst the houses in the village or town.
[ upon the docks ] our muses are both by the docks; for the ships and/or fishmongers, where they meet.
[ a new servant ] sender, or reciever, is a newly employed servant in or nearby the home of the other muse.
[ that's my horse! ] our muses meet in an argument wherein both believe the stabled horse is theirs. in reality, they have near-identical horses and it's an unintentional misunderstanding.
[ a tournament ] our muses are attending, working as, or participating in a tourney, hosted by the crown or relative nobles.
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fenris and karlach would get along so well tho
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@fantasy-driven
"You say that like I was simply touring the coastline on holiday." His lips and shoulders twitched in mild amusement. "I have not, but I suspect I've seen enough horrors thus far to be prepared." Fenris had not yet set limitations on the extent of his debt to Hawke - he would go where Hawke would go. Kill things that were in the way. A simple enough distraction, and a better alternative than wiling the hours away throwing bottles at the wall and peering out the windows of the merchant manor like a fool in wait.
"But you have, yes?" He would prefer a description of those than to see Carver's Mabari tattoo again.
@bitter-ashes liked for a starter! Fenris & Carver
"You're... traveled. Seen a lot of things. Have you ever seen darkspawn before?" Not that Carver was doubting Fenris' capabilities, he'd seen enough already with Lowtown bandits and the like.
But darkspawn were entirely different to human enemies. They didn't seem to feel fear, or pain, and Blight sickness was... nothing to toy with. The memory of Aveline's husband's face was... not one Carver thought he'd forget any time soon. So he had to wonder why Fenris just volunteered to go along with the expedition, too.
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Like a tidal wave we'll make a mess
Or calm waters if that serves you best
I will love you without any strings attached
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meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead
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i feel like astarion and fenris would have a lot to talk about
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Post Excerpt: Reflection in the Kirkwall Years
Removing corpses was the least difficult aspect. How did one remove stains from the floor and mend rips in the wallpaper? What did one do to prevent flora from blooming between cracked tiles?
House Danarius demanded fastidiousness to keep up appearances, as was expected. Many elven hands made spotless each room on the above-ground portions of the manor home in Minrathous and Castellum Tenebrus. There was extra effort required, however, in hiding the unique depravity of the man himself.
But Fenris was no butler or maid, his duties lay squarely in the field of protection, and looking menacing. He was not privy to how the maids worked their own kind of magic in cleaning up the multitude of messes left to them, often multiple times a day. Danarius enjoyed hosting his peers for ‘demonstrations’, which consisted mostly of Fenris killing people in front of them, but occasionally something slightly more complex and humiliating.
He did his best, and made use of furniture and paintings to cover most of the destruction and wear. He hauled almost the entire store of liquor up into the main room, as well as most other amenities. All in hopes of maintaining a small place, within his own control and comfort. Having a room to himself, however squalid and cramped, served as its own solace within the vaulted halls of most dwellings Danarius made use of in Tevinter. It was so small that it was easy to make safe. Safety was a rare commodity that he’d cleaved to tightly. So he tried to replicate that as accurately as possible.
When things had been amended to his satisfaction, Fenris then focused on making sure he didn’t look as weary as he felt. He did not often willingly behold himself, and mirrors were rarely available to him anyway. But he was among the civilized now, and would have to at least look approachable enough to make deals with people. He’d expected to care at least a little about what people thought of him, but not in the particular way that he currently was caring now. He scrutinized his own face and observed nothing more than a pox-inflicted waif, so hideously did he perceive his markings. No Dalish flare could make them pretty to him.
He didn’t expect Hawke at a particular time, nor day even, despite the drunken plan made previous. The idea of being a priority to Hawke felt presumptuous.
The family had always been known for its dabbling in alchemical invention, but nothing so sensational as the Lyrium-Laced Elf. It was not well known that the idea was not of Danarius’s own invention (rather a lucky find of an old treatise, the remains of which did not denote an originator or even a year), so he took full credit for both the idea and the construction of the device itself. The sarcophagus appeared in the likeness of an Iron Maiden, including the spikes within. The subject was placed inside and the ritual began with the ignition of a particular sword administered to the front, which seemed to prompt the spikes to do their cursed deed; injection.
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Seems like a waste of a perfectly handsome elf.
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i love him so much im going to eat paint
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