@cornerhaunt closed starter from Neria to Solas

Leliana had been so unsubtle when pairing her with Solas for the afternoon that Neria just knew something was up with the other fellow elf Sera. Maybe she was anti mage, or a blood mage, or somehow hated elves despite being one, because Leliana was usually better at playing games and yet this one had been made obvious by her haste to keep them apart. "Wow, the whole... Warden Commander! Hero of Ferelden! celebration sure didn't last long, huh? She's clearly trying to keep me under control," she commented, amusedly, once alone with Solas, "If I haven't said it yet, it's very nice to meet you and I'm sorry you are meant to be my babysitter until my room is ready. I promise I'll do my best not to cause some kind of diplomatic incident on my very first day here. You a mage?"

continued,               featuring allie hamilton.

my dearest allie,

now what are you doing painting my face?     don't you have better things to paint? and did you say pretty?     nothing pretty about me anymore, allie, not when it's attached to someone so boneheaded.     foolish,   for ever letting you go.     i look in the mirror most days and barely recognize myself.     not because my soul’s darkened,   not yet at least,   but because of the regret and shame that i see in me for letting you go.     i know you had to leave,   know you had no choice,   and i get that.     i think i’ve always understood that.     i’ve always wanted you to fly @cornerhaunt,   knew you were more than living a small life in seabrook.     at least for now,   you deserve to spread your wings because maybe those wings will fly you back to me one day.     maybe one day,   but not now.

i miss you more than words can describe. there aren't enough letters in the english alphabet to invent words that can possibly describe the ache that's left in your absence. where your hands once rest in mind now hold nothing, now idle colder and less gentle. i agree, the nights are lonely without you, too. they're too quiet, allie. i once thought i loved the quiet, loved being on my own and listening to nothing, but i don't think that's entirely right.... because now i've grown desperate in silence. now i replay the sound of your voice. the sound of your laugh.

you remember so much about me.   that detail?     you really are learning a lot at sarah lawrence, aren't you?   i wasn’t kidding when i said that your admission letters probably read like a whitman poem,   because well, here you are   —   describing these little things about me that i never knew i did.     here you are making me envision myself doing them with you.     to you.     i am nothing special, allie. i am a common man with common thoughts and i’m leading a   mostly   common life.     but i love you with every part of me,   and to me that’s more than enough.     for now,   and forever.

                                               yours, noah.

@cornerhaunt​  ASKED,  ❛  𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓.  ❜ / 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 @ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂.

           𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  brows drawn together , lips slightly pressed to one another  &&  a revolving door of thoughts swimming about brown, doe eyes.   his words bring a sense of warmth to her chest, but in their wake she’s also filled with unanswered questions.  body shifts slightly as hand places itself against her bended knee where carlisle works on stitching a cut she’d gotten after slipping on a patch of ice.   would he ever tire of having to mend her wounds because she’s so . . clumsy, often uncoordinated ?    eyes focus upward on his soft features, the mesmerizing hue of   𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷   eyes she found so fascinating.     ;      ❝  i- . . . i’ll never understand why you, why edward, or why any of you think that.  ❞    a direct attack on herself, the peak of her question filled mind. shoulders give a little shrug,   ❝  i’m just a human.   i’m not super interesting or unique or-or special.   at least i don’t always see myself that way.  ❞    not spoke as an attempt to be purposely degrading of her character , but more of an   𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   to what she thinks they should feel.   ❝  ordinary.  ❞   brown hair, pale, skinny , brown eyes—unremarkable.   bella decides to turn the question toward the good doctor cullen:  ❝  tell me then, carlisle,   why do you think I’m worth fighting for ?   what makes me special  ?  ❞

@cornerhaunt liked for Jack (switched to a new post)

[❇]—;

It was always the hardest time of the year for him. The end of the Autumn season was coming, he could feel the coolness in the air as he looked about the small crumble of isles he came to inherit as his territories. Gentle hands runs over the scales of his companion as the two of them walked around the remains of his once great home full of life. Now it was just he and the last of the dragons who remained. 

His hand reaching out and with the energy left he had was placed into barrier spheres around the entirety. Keeping it safe from outside threat so the dragons who remained could live peacefully from modern human life. 

His attention coming from focus to distraction as a curious letter appeared from on his mail carriers. From the one known as North. Inviting him to his home far north of his own as he looks at the dragon beside him and nodding. A break perhaps was much needed as he places the last of his energy he could give into the last protective barrier. A second smaller dragon releasing to the island to tell of the others there of his temporary departure. 

Carefully climbing onto the dragons back the spirit held tightly onto the saddle handles as they were off over the cold waters of Berk and to furthest reaches of the north to the workshop that lay in the very heart to see what the invitation during such a time of year would be entailing. 

CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH EMMA ( @cornerhaunt )

               “If you are hoping I do something illegal and provide you with some exciting work to do, sheriff, I fear I must disappoint; I am yet to finish my first coffee of the day.” Though Freya doubts around here is half as peaceful as it appears. She has noticed the wary glances people on the street cast her, as if surprised to see her here, and now this – Emma Swan, most likely feeling her out ( it’s what freya does to the more powerful newcomers in new orleans ). Put together, it seems her hunch is correct. There is something different about this town.

               Perhaps this will not be a dead end after all.

               “And Seiðr – a form of magic, in which she was more powerful than Óðinn himself. Perhaps that would explain how she managed to ride a chariot pulled by two cats.” Freya smirks against her cup. “While I am no goddess, I suppose I am quite fond of cats.” And magic. "What about you? Is there any story behind your name?"

WHERE IS CHAR ?

𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 » @cornerhaunt [ priority ] 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌 , of the hunger games » @chancewon [ low activity ] 𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 , of once upon a time » @screwhope [ low activity ] 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒓 , of the hunger games » @tridentwon [ pending reboot ]

the fact i’m waiting to watch rwrb tonight until after the try guys show because @cornerhaunt bought me a ticket is honestly a true testimony to how much i love char❤️

@cornerhaunt closed starter from Neria to Alistair

After Ostagar, Neria had gone to her preferred method of copying, which was moving past it, at least on the outside, and had carried the conversations in a relatively nonchalant way, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened. But after finally reaching Lothering she had internally lost it at the sight of what it was like to live outside of the Circle tower, and all of her enthusiasm had come out in waves: merchants and inns and people everywhere with their little requests and troubles and lives. She had recruited the weird woman who claimed the Maker had sent her, rescued the Qunari, helped the two dwarven merchants - immediately befriending Sandal - and now at camp she was still exploding with energy, checking everything she had bought, between supplies and souvenirs, and for once probably talking Alistair's ear off.

"How do I look?" she asked Alistair, showing him the hat she had bought and beaming, "Don't answer, I already know it's ridiculous. I still think we should have stayed near the river-yeah, I know, giant spiders, but it was so pretty! And the food at the tavern was so great--oh, hold on..." she glanced at Morrigan, but she was busy bickering with Leliana while Sten was seemingly speaking to Dog, and Neria took the sweets she had bought from Bodhan out of her satchel, "For you. To celebrate a good day." Oh, but she loved being outside. Free.

what does your heart look like?

a bird struggling to get loose

your heart can never hold still. it pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. when was the last time you were certain? the last time your life was stable? maybe this is how you prefer things. on the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. you chase one goal after the next. can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

tagged by: @viikingwitch <3 tagging: @salvatoreseer, @salvatoraes, @cagedpotential, @cornerhaunt, @everdawn, @wingfells

MUSE DEMEANOR & MANNERISMS GUIDE

EYES: avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking

HANDS: clasps behind back, rests in lap, fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs, chews at nails, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces, animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign, callouses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, boney, slender, thick, veiny, touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places face in hands when exhausted, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands, taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp, strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by

MOUTH: chews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws, resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout, grinds teeth, flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks, grins, subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation, purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused

LEGS: bounces leg when nervous, draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs crisscrossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated, wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick, shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps

HAIR: runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous, prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair, plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to comfort others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face

tagged by: @theseancekid (thank you! 💙)

tagging: @dvarapala, @cornerhaunt @ripcreel @thenightmareofyourdrems @hvbris @greatwrath and anyone else who wants to do it

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    ‘ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ’  /  𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 .  (𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚)

                            ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 & 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. .( @cornerhaunt )

       "𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄?" 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒, allowing long, cold fingers to trace over the books in the library of the home that he shares with his grandfather and his sister. They’re dusty again and Francis supposes that most of Panem has forgotten about books, or that they’re mostly forbidden from reading them. No need to tend to a legacy erased, better to let it become dust. He and Peeta have a habit of meeting here — the victor because any empty room serves as a cage as well as the next ; and himself because this is the place he goes when he wants to get lost in it all. He seems indifferent — he has to seem indifferent. “I wouldn’t know.” Outwardly, one might take him to be speaking of his privilege. In truth, he’s simply been outpacing his grandfather’s wrath for so long that he hasn’t had time to think of anything other than what the President might do, were he to catch up.

@cornerhaunt​ ASKED,  ❛  𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑.  ❜ / 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 @ 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒔

       T𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  never been something she stomached well.   flashes of death , of those they lost , of shooting coin in the chest  &&  the background noise of snows maniacal laughter seem to haunt her no longer how much time has passed.    katniss remembers little of the time when all she did was shoot deer , when she didn’t need to worry about the games. though, she was still burdened the need for   𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵    for her family . . her family is gone now save peeta.   peeta who she fought so hard for , peeta who holds her when she wakes up with tear stained cheeks  &&  a panicked breath in her chest.     ;      katniss had awoken the same way she always did , the same way even he does at times.   scared , panicked , tear stained.   how does peeta stomach it when her pain could trigger his own  ?    things have calmed now, katniss leaning forward from sitting upright in their bed to place her forehead on his shoulder.   hand holds his,  ❝  i woke you up, didn’t i  ?  ❞   he’s always one of her   𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙽𝚂   even during nightmares or hard moments of her own.   head lifts so that eyes can study his expression in the blue light of early morning.  ❝  it’s almost sunrise,  ❞   body leans over slightly to peer out their bedroom window.  ❝  no sense in goin’ back to sleep.   haymitch is coming by today . . breakfast needs to be made.  ❞    &&  so many other things to do.   ❝  wanna . . come down with me  ?   we can open the windows , back something. or do you want to go back to bed  ?   i can lay here with you.  ❞    mind is too restless now to go back to bed.

@cornerhaunt for merida (swapped to new editor)

[❇]—;  

The viking tapped the door of the others room with his prosthetic foot as he looked overly excited about something. Holding a tail fin inside of his hands as he listened to hear if he could hear the other stirring in their room. When there was nothing again he tapped his foot a bit louder against the foot as he got as close as he could. Raising his voice without yelling to talk to the other and not wake the others. 

“Hey if you don’t get up I won’t be able to take you with me and Toothless this morning!” He tells her daring not to nudge the door open for that would be awfully rude. Hefting the tail over his shoulder he traversed the stairs of the castle and outside to the stables. The night before he had promised to take Merida with him into the air. While she was accustomed to riding a horse he thought it would be a nice difference to have her see the air and the comforts it brought him and the dragon together. 

Hands wrap around the hefty door handle as he uses his body to open it slightly as he went out and to the stables. While he was here the Queen had expressed she didn't feel comfortable with the dragon inside something he understood. Most people got nervous with a dragon being around. 

So long as Toothless was outside into the stables before she woke up no one would be the wiser.  

I REBRANDED AGAIN. cornerhaunt > pivotalmark

WHICH TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

DEATH.     you need rest. more than anything, you must allow yourself rest. death is frightening– it is inevitable, it is unstoppable– but, it can also be a thing of great beauty. it is an agent of change. it is the forest fire that paves way for new life. allow yourself this rest, and be prepared for the change to come. brace yourself. it will be hard, it will not be kind, but you are more than ready. you just need to rest first. number.     13 upright.     endings, change, transformation, transition reversed.     resistance to change, personal transformation, inner purging

tagged by: swiped from @inkfng​ tagging: @madeofstxrs​ (any muse) @hydemade @fiivvee​ & @cornerhaunt (any muse) <3

@cornerhaunt closed starter from Lily Tabris to Alistair

Lily's cold stare had been on Alistair for a while, deciding what to do. After the battle of Radcliffe they had made camp nearby to recover, and everyone was steering clear from her, seeing that their already not too friendly team-leader was brooding and radiating anger. But frankly, she was just pissed at herself for feeling something about Alistair's past and him hiding things from her - what the hell was she thinking? She did not care about any of them. She did not. In that spirit, she stalked in the other Warden's direction and put down next to him a plate of the meat they had been roasting over the fire, still glowering. He shouldn't starve after battle just because she was angry. "Eat." It was meant to be an invite but came out like an order. "I didn't poison it and I'm not gonna fight you. You have every right to keep your past to yourself, we are not friends, after all, you are forced to travel with me because I'm the only other Warden here. So whatever. You don't have to share anything." And she didn't care if he chose not to and had only done because at risk of her learning it from someone else. Whatever.