elethea: people always ask me how i pronounce my name is it “ella-thea” or “uh-lee-thea” and i always tell them the same thing. how dare you speak to me.
DIFFICULT PERSON TEST.
RESULTS: You are an extremely difficult person to get along with (81.43%).
"On March 15, 1498, according to the reports of the Ferrarese ambassador in Venice, [Lucrezia] gave birth to a boy who was christened Giovanni (Juan), in memory of her beloved brother, the murdered Duke of Gandía. The official bull declared that the child, delicately described therein as 'the Roman infant' (infans Romanus)." — The Borgias and their enemies 1431-1519 by Christopher Hibbert
ELETHEA COUSLAND, SECOND OF HER NAME — VANQUISHER OF URTHEMIEL, HERO OF FERELDEN, TEYRNA OF GWAREN. GWAHREN, a private & highly selective blog for elethea cousland of the dragon age series. headcanon based & heavily canon divergent. written by nan (23, she/her).
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A STUDY IN: the dutiful daughter, theseus' paradox, the ends justifying the means, to do what must be done, losing yourself to grief / finding yourself in rage, the fall from grace & the bloody climb back to the top, the unwilling hero, the obsession with perfection, the true meaning of ruthlessness, keeping the peace by any means necessary, niceness vs. goodness.
Elethea only knows how maps work in an Academic sense. She's very good at geography, of course, it's one of the things that was hammered into her, but actually navigating a map in practice during the Blight is something of a pitfall for her. A lot of aspects of applying her academic knowledge into real-life skills are challenging for her.
change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu. slightly edited wording for roleplaying purposes.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
What reason weaves, by passion is undone.
None of us can choose where we shall love...
Feeling too much is a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing.
You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passersby only see a wisp of smoke
I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it.
I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.
I raised you so high that every other on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.
You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood.
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.
People wait around too long for love. I'm happy with my lusts.
The human body is the best work of art.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds its way back to you.
What if you find your soul mate... at the wrong time?
Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.
Light yourself on fire with passion and people will come from miles to watch you burn.
My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
@grewarden. athelstan says: you think i’m being stupid.
"i don't think anything," downcast eyes skate away to something more interesting than her brother was presently being; her increasingly filthy nails. idly correcting that specific imperfection, she lifts her brows with cool disinterest. he was being tiring in a moment where she was already wearied. not that she would have softened her words if she had been better rested. it simply wasn't her way. "you are being stupid."
i am once again asking yall to revive the pacific rim rpc with me
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
“how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”