#notoriouswitch

however, 3+ weeks after i commissioned you, you still didn’t finish, and you pretty much ghosted on me -- not IMing me with updates or anything, despite me having paid you $17.89 for my theme already. 

so i approached you and asked for my money back, which was a week ago. you said you were going to at the time. i just want my money back, which i haven’t recieved, and i would appreciate if you wouldn’t scam me or anyone else.

                        it was unnecessary, really. honestly, if he’d merely used his manners the guards would have let him pass --- but no. the elf had an eye for trouble and made the entire endeavour at least ten times harder for himself in how he tries to find a lost love for the second time today. his heart had not stopped thumping inside it’s ivory cage since he first saw her earlier that evening; when wit came to surface again as if they had never once parted... but the elf was far from blind, he knew that look in her eyes, one of surprise, one of confusion. conflicted emotions cast up her walls and he had played along, just as he always had. he wonders if, in the calm of a better night, she may actually want to speak with him. it was a long shot... but he had missed her. he had become a father, and he never even knew it. HE WANTED TO TRY AGAIN.

                         his entrance is less than graceful, one to bring back memories of the clumsy boy in the middle of a blight. an open window, candles are lit within, boots are lucky to grip into brick and even if guards did see him, they probably wondered why he wasn’t using the stairs, rather than sounding any alarm. the thought process was sound, at least to him, anyway; her door would be locked, she wouldn’t open it, the pure sake of a dramatic entrance. though admittedly even he wondered why he thought this would be the better option. with a heave he pulls himself up; excitement and anticipation settles into bone as he sits atop the window sill, one leg hanging in the cold breeze and the other against the other side of the frame. he made sure his arrival was obvious --- he didn’t want to startle her, ‘you would not BELIEVE how hard it is to scale a palace...’ he says, laugh airy with exhaustion as eyes come to rest on the woman on the bed, his head hung lazily to the side, ‘i have something for you...’

it’s positivity time🎉 🎉 🎉 ( forever accepting )keep in mind, I will not do positivity on urls that I might not know, just leaving this here :’)

@notoriouswitch​

Angi ❤︎ You do so much justice to Morrigan and don’t tone her down just for people’s sensibilities. It takes courage to do something like that, but you already know this, you already know how much I admire your resilience about keeping faithful to your character. Apart from being Faithful to such a hard character you are also so incredible with graphics, your writing is the best thing to read and to say that you have made Morrigan your own while keeping her interpretation recognizable is wonderful. You have so many well composed verses beyond dragon age just wowie yes good.

@servesorlais​

Skitty ❤︎ Skitty already knows that I’ll follow her to hell and gone with all my characters. Such an engaging writer and willing to do dynamics that I really didn’t even expect or saw coming. I am a huge fan of Maxima’s and Michel’s dynamics what can I say? I’m also a fan of Maxima simply annoying Urie. I watched Tokyo Ghoul and it was probably one of the best things that I could have done considering I so very rarely manage to sit down and watch series, much less anime. She is just wonderful, all of her characters are wonderful and she hates them so much that she only wants their pain. And your pain. It’s great. I’m so happy to see her back with Michel :’)

@ashabellenar​

We have never interacted and we’ve never spoken ooc I don’t think ( forgive me if we have, my memory is not great ) :’) You’ve always been extremely nice and unfortunately in terms of threads I’ve never been able to read them because of timezones. The only time that I think we’ve somewhat interacted was through crack which speaks for itself :’)

@spuriius​

                    SHE WAS HERE. why was she here... why now. he could have sworn he’d seen her before; glimpses around corners of feathers and purple silk, the echo of her voice that had him stopping in his tracks. though the warden merely told himself he was dreaming; he was hoping too hard and he dreamed too often of something that would never come to him. he would scoff at himself as his stomach churned and heart pulled at the thought of her, at the thought of simply seeing her again. why didn’t the lyrium help forget her... why is she HERE?

                            and yet she IS here, and features drop, hands begin to tremble but they ball to fists in an attempt to hide and keep himself together; she is just as beautiful as she had ever been ten years ago, IF NOT MORE, ‘morrigan,’ is all he manages to get out before the lump in his throat chokes him. where have you been? what have you been doing? i missed you and i still love you... all things he desperately wanted to say, hands lifting to hover by his sides despite knowing he can’t touch her, he has to step back, ‘what are you doing here? i --- i thought you were gone,’ he says, his heart pulls, voice dropping, ‘you look.... beautiful,’

Flemeth wasn’t one who was known for her sentimentality, especially not towards her own children, and less so for giving things to them in the form of material gifts. She also wasn’t even sure her daughter would accept the gift she had decided to make for her and Kieran on this holiday that was dedicated to mothers, but.. she was overcome with a desire to give something to Morrigan.

Appearing before Morrigan in her usual mysterious fashion, she would hold up a hand to gesture in peace, speaking up in a rather uncharacteristically soft tone. “I am not here to hurt you, Morrigan. Quite the opposite actually.” As she spoke, she reached into the pouch that was carrying something that she had covered in a cloth and handed it to her. Inside was a small, rather detailed carving of a griffon akin to the symbol of the Grey Wardens. 

“For you and Kieran.. I know how much you loved his father.. You’ve shown you have been a better mother than I and I wanted to make you something out of remembrance to the man who changed you to how you are today.”