#righteousmade

Hello all <3

I am so very sorry to have disappeared for so long. Even though I felt like I needed to fade back into the fog of war as it were for personal physical/mental health reasons, I dealt with it poorly, and I should have kept in touch way better than I did. And for that I truly am sorry and I apologize for any distress I caused any of my partners, and any worry you might have endured on my behalf. I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me. <3

Acute anxiety is a daily thing for me, and becoming aware that I dealt with it poorly was probably one of the best things that could have happened in my life. I have started therapy (and medication), and hopefully one day I will be able to deal like anyone else without retreating to my safety bubble and hiding out. But I am trying, and I will get better.

But until then-- if you still want to be friends with me: bless you, you are a saint and I don’t deserve you. If you still want to be my partner, then my god you’re probably a masochist (but you knew that anyway if we had a thread :P ) and I appreciate you more than I can say. If you need to dip, I understand that as well and I appreciate you, too.

To everyone who sticks around-- I am not going to reboot this blog, as I really want to keep it in the state it was before my absence. Both to remind me of what sort of awesome relationships I and Fen were able to build with all of you, all the amazing ooc fuckery, and to encourage me to cultivate those valuable connections in the future. I will be wiping clean most of my draft plate, however, though I am not adverse to continuing threads that had particularly strong/long-running plots. I also will not presume that Fen still retains the relationships that he enjoyed before, but if you would like to continue writing together, please just hit me up and we can discuss everything in pms (I also have many life story things I can share if you’re interested, so. Just ask for those as well).

Since I am still under a good amount of stress with life and work things, and I want to have a balanced experience here, I will be keeping my threads to a manageable level-- no more triple digit thread lists, I have most certainly learned my lesson.

I guess that’s everything. Thanks again guys <3 for your support over the years, for your company, for your encouragement and friendship. I appreciate you more than I can say, now and in whatever future is in store for any of us.

I’ll see you around <3 I will be lurking, dropping asks and posting occasionally as I get back into the drift of things. Feel free to poke me if you want to chat!

Much love,

@righteousmade :

“I admit, when I first read Varric’s Tale of the Champion, I thought your story embellished.”

And perhaps it was, but one detail in particular Solas had believed a fabrication: a spirit of Justice, committed to doing right, turned to killing innocents. He is no stranger to regrettable measures, but he is not so foolish to consider it just. Necessary, perhaps, but not right.

There is no mistaking it, now. Not with the man standing before him, flesh and blood, yes, but more. He can feel the spirit’s energy, mingled with that of Anders’, so tangled it is impossible to tell where either one begins.

He regards the mage with a passive eye, knowing aggression may provide catharsis, but little in the way of understanding or answers. His hands fold before him, rather than behind, drawing broad shoulders closer together.

“There is no easier way to spark a sense of fear in the average reader than to label someone an abomination, unfortunately, and so I assumed it a fabrication. I see now I was mistaken.”

she’s heard a great deal indeed about the mage that all but set kirkwall a blaze. (she’d been there once as a child and truthfully, though she’d tell no one, the towering statutes had frightened her terribly and she wouldn’t exactly have mourned its loss.) taking a careful look at him, fingers still resting lightly against the hilt of her sword, sidri thinks he looks entirely more human than she might have anticipated. he sounds all but feral from the stories and rumors, something to be feared immediately, and no doubt he is dangerous but then again, she is too. 

“i happen to know a dwarf who’ll be beside himself to see you.” 

(written in an unsent letter, sealed and addressed to somewhere in Denerim, left atop a soldier’s chest with their things. it is meant to be returned home with the letter of the deceased)

Dear Ma,

Hope you’re doing alright, and that the landlord is keeping out of you’re hair on rent. The Inquisitor is paying me fair enough, and I get to see the world. I don’t like the demons much, but neither does the guy who calls himself The Iron Bull. Ma, you could hear him from anywhere his voice bellows so loud. Says he’s a Qunari but isn’t part of the Qun anymore. Forgot what the word was for it.

I miss home but sometimes I find cookies on my chest of things that taste like home and it makes me feel better. Don’t know who got your recipe, but I appreciate it anyway. When I figure out who keeps leaving them for me, I’ll be sure to thank them.

The lady Inquisitor is nice herself. One of those Dalish. Sounds like a Marcher, but no one could tell me where she was from. She’s been sweet on one of her traveling companions. You know how those elves like to stick together. He says weird things and people give him looks but he taught me how to spell Inquisitor Lavellan’s name right.

Ma. We’re going to be going to Adamant soon. Commander Cullen says we’re to fight the Grey Wardens. I always thought the Grey Wardens were supposed to be good, but they’re infected by blood magic and demons. I don’t know how this battle will go, but they’ve trained me and the other privates well. When we return, I want to request leave to come visit you in Denerim.

Your son,

                                        Wonders never cease.

                    Watching over them should be a term used loosely, in truth —— Alexius had named Redcliffe and so he has arrived, but he can hardly just walk up to his former mentor and demand an explanation, now can he? The answer is : no. Absolutely not. And so he finds himself out the outskirts of the village, waiting and watching and wondering. And camping. Drab, utterly so.

                    PROTECTING THE LOT OF THEM is something that is mere happenstance, in truth. After all, he can hardly stand by as Templars are accosting them, now can he? He’s perfectly capable and ready to draw the Fade to him, probably moreso then they, so he intervenes. As he’s doing now, the moon high above. The sound of screaming had awoken him and he had been up posthaste and making his way towards the noises, staff in hand, and LO AND BEHOLD. There they are. Templars.

                    There are only a pair of them and a handful of mages seeking Redcliffe ; naturally, it doesn’t take very long for him to dispose of the ruffians. People are watching him, he can tell, and as the last Templar falls, little more than a burning corpse, he glances at the refugees with raised brows. ❝ Off with you then —— though you may want to avoid Redcliffe. Bad business happening, an evil Magister afoot, the fabric of space and time falling apart, the works. ❞ He pitches his voice particularly DRAMATIC, tipping his head to signal that they should leave him. Immediately.

                    And they do. Scurrying into the night. Eyes are still on him.

Be Still My Emo Heart