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a collection of dialogue from season one of netflix’s dragon age: absolution. to be used as sentence starters. as per usual, feel free to change pronouns or whatever you see fit. mentions / implications of death, murder, violence.

❝   now you know i hate to question your decisions, but—   ❞ ❝   just couldn’t stick to the plan, could ya?   ❞ ❝   always so sure you know better.   ❞ ❝   i don’t care about your apologies.   ❞ ❝   please, not here.   ❞ ❝   so nice to finally meet you in person.   ❞ ❝   next time, aim a little more to the right.   ❞ ❝   seems like a good time for a new venture.   ❞ ❝   you were magnificent, you know that?   ❞ ❝   people like us don’t change the world.   ❞ ❝   people pay you more to blow stuff up if it’s for something they believe in.   ❞ ❝   we have a very small window of time.   ❞ ❝   you’re our only hope of pulling this off.   ❞ ❝   will you help us, please?   ❞ ❝   i should have told you everything, and for that, i’m sorry.   ❞ ❝   i’ve left it at that. i suggest you do the same.   ❞ ❝   you can’t be serious.   ❞ ❝   i’ve survived things that make the deep roads look like a pleasant stroll.   ❞ ❝   i assure you, you’ll lose your nerve long before i will.   ❞ ❝   lengthen your stride and shut the fuck up!   ❞ ❝   hold. state your business.   ❞ ❝   light of the maker shine upon you.   ❞ ❝   we won’t be here for long, okay?   ❞ ❝   i don’t like the sound of ‘could’.   ❞ ❝   ain’t it obvious? we’re the muscle.   ❞ ❝   if you’re trying to distract me, it won’t work.   ❞ ❝   fair play on that one.   ❞ ❝   i don’t like your implication there, friend.   ❞ ❝   what happened here?   ❞ ❝   i just can’t stay out of trouble.   ❞ ❝   you think that did anything except risk our mission?   ❞ ❝   do you want to talk about it?   ❞ ❝   if you don’t come back, i’ll kill you myself.   ❞ ❝   that’s more your problem than mine, ain’t it?   ❞ ❝   tevinter is home to the most powerful magic in the world.   ❞ ❝   careful, you might offend the chantry.   ❞ ❝   spirits, demons, they’re all dangerous.   ❞ ❝   i, for one, cannot recall any good coming from something powered by murder.   ❞ ❝   maker’s breath, don’t you think that’s worth investigating?   ❞ ❝   i am not letting you face one of those things alone.   ❞ ❝   many before you have sought to bring back the dead, and failed.   ❞ ❝   by name and by nature, mortals are doomed to die.   ❞ ❝   nothing goes against nature without consequence.   ❞ ❝   just because something hasn’t been done doesn’t mean it can’t be done.   ❞ ❝   i won’t risk losing you.   ❞ ❝   please don’t make me protect you from yourself.   ❞ ❝   one way or another, this will all be over soon.   ❞ ❝   i mean, he’s cute, but yikes.   ❞ ❝   you think i’m scared of you?   ❞ ❝   no one ever saves people like us.   ❞ ❝   i have always wanted my own song.   ❞ ❝   well, there goes my last vain hope that this was an accident.   ❞ ❝   i don’t need your protection.   ❞ ❝   it’s pronounced ‘thank you’.   ❞ ❝   i’m here to help, for some reason!   ❞ ❝   but i just got you back.   ❞ ❝   aw, maker’s titties.   ❞ ❝   less talk, more run.   ❞ ❝   no one’s going to hurt you. you’re with me now.   ❞ ❝   i’d prefer not to kill you, but i will.   ❞ ❝   blood magic is not the answer.   ❞ ❝   now is not the time for great moral stances.   ❞ ❝   you can’t tell me this doesn’t feel weird.   ❞ ❝   well, of course it doesn’t make sense when you say it like that.   ❞ ❝   i have nothing to say to you.   ❞ ❝   that isn’t fair and you know it.   ❞ ❝   i’ve made mistakes. but they were mine.   ❞ ❝   you live because i will it.   ❞ ❝   are you really trying to claim the high ground?   ❞ ❝   are you really the last one to figure out that you’re the villain?   ❞ ❝   hey, look at you, making good choices.   ❞ ❝   you’re holding it wrong.   ❞ ❝   no one ever saves us. so we save us.   ❞ ❝   hey, that is a completely unfair assumption.   ❞ ❝   i just need you to say that i’m more important than this.   ❞ ❝   holy crap, we’re alive!   ❞ ❝   i am, uh, usually not this lucky.   ❞ ❝   you don’t have to come. i won’t hold it against you.   ❞ ❝   i will have my war.   ❞ ❝   and after this, we can go to the hinterlands and make cheese for all i care, so long as we’re together.   ❞ ❝   that’s the thing everyone forgets about dragons. they aren’t monsters, or gods. they’re just alive, like us.   ❞ ❝   as much as i love hearing about my failings in the eyes of the maker, i thought a walk might be a bit more pleasant.��  ❞ ❝   i won’t say i’m not scared, ‘cause i am… extremely scared, but i know this is the right thing to do, so i’m definitely gonna help you anyway.   ❞

@spiderwarden

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

1994, dir. Neil Jordan

Sometimes I worry that Ith is too monstrous--- too nasty and not glittery enough. But really, she's a love letter to nature vs nurture with nature winning --- how even the beauty of nature can be followed by cruelty. She's a love letter to weird girls that get seen as disgusting; weird girls who don't fit the mold of normal. She's the testament of how the prettiest of blossoms are the most poisonous. She's a lonely, lovesick abomination that doesn't care about being heroic, that doesn't want redemption.

Ithaca is a monster in the shape of girl as well as a girl in the shape of a monster.

And I don't think I'd want her any other way.

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

"Your goals align with the Inquisition because they serve to fill a purpose for you. Namely to clean up the mess you've made. You've been helpful because of your extensive knowledge of the rifts because it is your magic that caused all of this!" Ithaca hisses. She leans closer to him, her face mere inches from his. Close enough her teeth could ---

There's a feeling in her neck akin to the yank of a leash. You are not rabid dog; not like Orin, she hears in the back of her mind. The voice familiar but not her father's. It brings a second of melancholy.

"It's curious though, if you think me to be insane, why are you so upset?" A rhetorical question meant to be like sticking a finger in an already deeply lacerated wound; digging and twisting.

"While it all may sound preposterous coming from me, there are canaries that would so easily sing. It just becomes a matter of who and how." She takes a scrap of paper and a spare quill before writing down two names --- agents he would call them. Followers and pawns she would say. There's more she knows of and if needed, her lord would happily provide others. It's a bit nostalgic of when he would on occasion give out specific names for desired sacrifices.

There's a pause when she goes to slide the paper to him. Quick and steady hand draws an item; an orb with swirling designs. "You may not be a god in the traditional sense," she says, "But you've got as much power as one. And you and your agents all but handed a portion of it to a psycho wannabe." The paper is delicately passed along to him.

"Were you intending to fan the flames of war between mages and templars by getting Corypheus to blow himself up?"

~ That makes him take pause in his work. He looks up at Ithaca, the smug grin on her face sending a twinge of annoyance through him. ~

~ " I would hope you have proof to support such an accusation, " he replies, a hardness growing in his expression; Ithaca was spouting far too many truths for this all to be a coincidence, or a simple game. Could one of his agents have let something slip? Anyone knowing his true intentions was dangerous -- but especially so with Ithaca. The fae was unpredictable, and down right malevolent at times; not to mention she wasn't too fond of Solas. It didn't help that he was hanging his knowledge of the Crown of Karsus over her head. Now, it seemed, she had somehow leveled the playing field. ~

~ " No matter what you may think, my goals are aligned with that of the Inquisition. I am not quite sure what led you to such asinine conclusions, but I am no god. " Not exactly a lie. " The people that have so generously sheltered you already distrust you enough; it would behoove you to stop accusing members of their organization of duplicity. " ~

Tell your friends that I'm a fucking monster Sugar spice and torture Hang you draw and quarter

He's got one hell of a poker face, she'll give him that. But oh, denial. That's the game they're going to play, hm? It irks her though that he's seemingly not taking her as seriously as she would hope. That's okay. It'll be all the more sweeter victory when it's all said and done.

Confidently she strides closer to him. "I can see why you think I'm just being silly. Or an annoyance." It became part of her repertoire to pick and prod at him. And this time in some ways is no different. "But what I find funny is how you are so desperate to fix this world when you plan to destroy it. Makes you no different than any other god playing with the lives of mortals."

Ithaca stands infront his desk, hands resting upon the top. Even if he doesn't look at her, she wears the most saccharine smile. "Would tearing down the Veil be similar to ripping down a curtain I wonder? You would doom everyone else except your people. Commendable. Something tells me though that in connection with wanting to free your people, anyway necessary, you've managed to play a role with these rifts and Corypheus. Hells, it all could be your sole fault. The folly of a god."

~ The only indication of her words having any effect is a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth. He frowns, before turning back to the paperwork on desk, slowly sorting through it. ~

~ " ...I am not quite sure what you mean, " he replies smoothly, still not looking up from his work. He cannot give any indication she is right -- not yet. For all he knows, Ithaca simply wishes to push his buttons. " And I never took you for a believer in the Elvhen gods. What strange machinations have planted the idea in your head that I am Fen'Harel himself? Or is this another one of your peculiar attempts at being humorous? " ~

It's just the two of them in this moment. Perhaps better that way. Bhaal's whispers claw at her skull, egging her on. It's been tit for tat with the two of them for a while now --- with him having an advantage against her in the form of the Crown of Karsus. But now, oh now she's got what she needs to level the playing field, maybe even gain an upper hand.

"Lord of Tricksters. He Who Hunts Alone." Wings flutter restlessly, excitedly. It was Sceleritas gave her the first nugget of information then like dominos it all fell into place. "Roamer of the Beyond."

Her hands don't wander towards her weapons nor is there the fizzle of magic. Her father, oddly, is quite jubilant on the discovery insistent no wolves get skinned for the time being. "You and I have a lot more in common than I originally thought, Fen'Harel. Or should I say, Dread Wolf?"

@faebhaal sent: i know who you are. / @faebhaal

~ A simple brow raise is all Ithaca receives in response. Solas's face remains decidedly neutral with no sign of perturbation; there is no alarm, because he believes there is no possible way that the fae could know what he truly was. ~

~ " Oh? Why the hostility? If you have something to say to me, I would rather you just say it -- I've no patience for games. " ~

Initially she had decided to let nature take it's course. Now? Now she feels the urge to bend luck; just a smidge. With ease and even a bit of elegance she flips the coin, a tingle of magic at the tip of her fingers. It should go unnoticed so long as there's no surge in her wildmagic.

And there it is. Tails. Head is held high, smug, though dazzling, grin upon her lips. Ithaca gives him a look of false sympathy. "Aww. Maybe next time champ." Playful nudge is given to him while coin is set down on the counter. "Fret not, your loss is merely rhetorical. Inconsequential." For the most part or at least for him. For another, well that's a different story.

Out of the corner of her eye, she manages to catch a glimpse of a stare or two shot his way; quick and piercing like an arrow. "Here's a non-rhetorical question for you," Closer Ithaca leans towards him, barely brushing against him. "Do you actually like being in places like this? Or do you just like the attention you get, Enver?"

HIS ALE'S LEFT IGNORED ON THE wooden counter, only half full as Gortash leans sideways against it. He's keeping an eye on both her and the other patrons of the tavern, smiling crookedly at a few who turn to look his way. There are familiar faces he can put names onto, whose connections could land him in positions he requires over the next few tendays.

While the gears spin, he rubs the underside of his jaw idly, stretching his neck left, then right.

"Now, no need to take it so personally. It was a rhetorical question. Nothing at all to do with plans," says Gortash, dark eyes sliding back to find hers before they flicker to the coin. "Those are best discussed in private, Ithaca." He pauses. "...Hm, heads."

@watcrdhavian ☆ cont.

"You aren't actually considering doing it, are you?" No, hopefully not. Surely not. That's such a cruel thing to ask anyone to do. But gods are as cruel as they come; demanding with no care of those below them. A frown tugs at Ithaca's lips as her gaze meets his. "Gale..."

What a big fucking help Mystra was. Goddess of magic and yet the best she could was send a former Chosen turned bomb to just blow things up. Un-fucking-believable.

Her expression hardens, her posture straightening. "I won't let you." Ithaca says with a shake of her head. "There's another solution...another way. And we'll find it. Even if I have to rip apart the Absolute myself."

One of her more underrated skills is art. She's no genius or savant, but Ithaca's ability to draw is decent enough. Sketching is one of the very few hobbies she had outside of killing.

Infact, she put those skills to use quite often when it came to experiments for the Absolute plot and even before. Her abilities really shine when drawing diagrams and body parts. It's a bit cathartic really. In her room, before Orin took it over, there were a number of sketchbooks filled to the brim. Everything from vivisections and torture scenes to anatomy studies, portraits from moments of people watching, insects, animals, etc.

During her time with the tadpole group, she starts to get back into drawing, using whatever materials she finds. As inspired from this post, Ithaca (given the time and energy) will sketch whatever comes to her ruined mind. Faces of previous targets (including her foster family), the other chosens, and whatever random bits to come to her in her waking moments or even dreams. There's a high number of drawings of hands and eyes (so many hands). And some pages are just a jumble of (sometimes silly) nonsense; scribbles and organs, butterflies and stars, hookah smoking caterpillars and frogs in crowns --- visions that seem psychedelic in nature. On the more normal scale, there's doodles of companions as well as Scratch, the Owlbear and even Withers. And flowers.

Pre or post tadpole, Ithaca hardly let's anyone see her personal drawings and what she shows is carefully curated.

@dreadwxlf

True Detective (2014)

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

How about a Durge with some artistic ability filling up a sketchbook with etchings of faces they only vaguely remember in their mind's eye. Entire pages of a pale woman with milky eyes, long hair and a manic grin splattered in blood, an older elf with tired eyes and sad faraway expression...

Maybe next to portraits of past victims they're overcome by muscle memory and write down notes pertaining to vivisections and cruel experiments half remembered. They hold out a hand, reverting to what must have been habit before their loss of memory, expecting to have their pen taken and replaced by a sharpened scalpel by the clawed green hand of their butler.

When doing a hand study they realise they're drawing a specific pair, strong and scarred and adorned with a gilded gauntlet. It brings up a memory of being held tight and securely as those same hands print themselves across their body in congealing blood and black engine grease — a mess that was getting all over the workshop table, staining the schematics for his tin soldiers. A name sits heavily on the tip of their tongue and a horrible feeling of homesickness overtakes them, quickly followed by unexplained guilt and paranoia.

The need to ask forgiveness nags at the back of their mind for the rest of the day.