teeny tiny psa: i have a lot of cleaning up to do on this blog. moving percy to his own blog ( @xbadnews ) was a great move for organizing his threads/interactions butnow that i have just about everything for him moved over, i'm going to start deleting things! not threads but just percy-centric musings & things like that.

on top of that, i also want to update my carrd. by the end of it my three main muses are going to be ellis ( as my featured muse ) , kima ( who i've been digging into privately - she'll be almost entirely stream based ) & cassandra ( who will still have mixed canon influence ) but i want to have a better system for my muse list / whatever information i want to have available.

hm maybe morrigan just told alistair she’d need to have sex with him so he’d feel relief when she drew a knife asked to draw his blood instead

maybe morrigan spent the final battle sitting out in the woods mixing warden blood into the dirt and building a little clay baby that would come to life when inhabited by the soul of the archdemon

I mean fuck it right the only reason any of the gross sex stuff is in dragon age is because the writers wanted their setting to be generally ~edgy~ and ~dark~ right, it’s not like, actually deep or anything

The crooked grin that curls her features shows her approval despite the open threat. Vivian crosses her legs neatly bridging her hands before her. “Tha’s the fun part. The more info ya might needle outta him, the more me an’ a friend a mine might use ta take ‘im down.” She tips her head back and forth. “I might wanna set fire to his precious little high horse wit him on it, but my friend can take ‘im ta court. Rip ‘im limb from limb in ‘is own house.” She tips her head towards him. “I ain’t no noble, but… I ain’t sniff at a friend. Iffin you up for it.” Her hands break apart in a clear gesture of meaning no harm. “Otherwise, I’ll be outta ya hair. No one the wiser. You don’t gotta deal wit old snake breath, and I don’ gotta deal wit my rogues gallery of bounty hunters. Sound fair?” She didn’t mind if there were cards to place on the table or not. But keeping close to the vest for now was safe bet. At least while things were still hot. She couldn’t risk the kids. She could take a hit or two, the kids? Hell no. Any ally counted. The risk could be worth it. She had to try.

answered on @xbadnews

with percy being moved to @xbadnews i'm going to change to featured muse here to ellis <3

thinking about ellis getting into a fist fight with someone & then deciding they are a forever friend

with percy being moved to @xbadnews i'm going to change to featured muse here to ellis <3

with percy being moved to @xbadnews i'm going to change to featured muse here to ellis <3

percy is being moved to @xbadnews :)

“I, for a brief time, thought that I had died within that prison and I was having a fever dream from starvation and this was what that felt like, was my mind making stories of friends and adventures and these things I would never do because I was a coward and fool. I miss my family so much and I’ve done some terrible things.”

The smell of gunpowder, grease, and cigarette smoke cloaks a figure that has decided to let herself in and keep in a shadow. Lighting a cigarette with little care. She’s not here to harm, she’s here to bargain. The blond letting a crooked grin cross her features as she looks from her chosen spot to the De Rolo at his desk. “Nice hardware. I’m half surprised ya hav’n’t shoved it in Cytos’ overly pampered ass yet, but I get why. It’s why he ain’t blown ta high heaven yet, neither.” She tips her head with the click of her tongue, cracking her neck. “Think we might help each other.” A blond brow raises above blue eyes as a Highwind waits for confirmation or for some sort of answer. “Whatcha say?”

the bitter scent of her cigarette hits Percy's nose before he sees her. he's not sure how he got in past the guards, but it is plenty to drive his hand to the hilt of his gun. especially at the mention of the pompous Lord Cytos… it was no secret that he wasn't welcome here, despite Aryin's place in Whitestone. Though Percy did not know everything of what they were capable of or where they came from… Percy knew enough to know he could trust them. They had the potential to do good despite influences like their father & Percy could respect that. That respect was all that had saved lord Cytos' life.

" I wouldn't deprive his children of a father, better off as they may be without him. " Percy's claim is bold, but it walks a defensive edge. In the forefront of his brain, he was calculating every way the other could attack him. every way he could defend himself in such close quarters. the only thing keeping him from announcing the intruder's presence was the tinge of interest at the heel of her words. His next words are as much of a threat as they are an opportunity," You have approximately thirty seconds to explain what sort of help you're looking for before I call the guards. "

just threw away everything in my fridge & bleached the walls in my kitchen. i'm basically immortal now.

shakes him around in a fucking snowglobe

i just don't know how to use love; inspired by percival de rolo

unkown || beloved - yves oalde || anne carson - red doc || clarice lispector - the stream of life || love disorders & other heartaches || unknown || Brené Brown - ep 141 of the sheep dressed like wolves podcast || julian k. jarboe - everyone on the moon is essential personnel || miranda july - the first bad man

I forgot ellis' birthday in in all of my busy-ness I am Ashamed

hit the ask limit & im ready to Snooze

I haven't had much time for Stuff or a things this past week but I would love to invade some inboxes. So like this & I'll do precisely that!

mini web-weaving lifted from domeric's musings board