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Music tag!

Journal Entry: Thu Sep 11, 2014, 9:35 PM
So.. It's time for a journal update. Lol. And well, I got tagged by :iconladytethras: so why the hell not??

You can tell a lot about someone by the music they listen to.
Hit shuffle on your iPod/Phone/iTunes/media player and write down the first 10 songs.
Then pass this onto 10 people.


First... I have 4.26 GB of songs.... Picking out ten songs only is so unfair. What if the stupidest and most ridiculous songs come out! :iconnooooplz: (because we all have those silly songs that we secretly enjoy listening to...)


Nymphetamine - Cradle Of Filth
I feel immortal - Tarja
Eversleeping- Xandria
My immortal - Evanescence
Imaginary  - Evanescence
The death of love- Cradle Of Filth
I come undone - Elis
Ever dream - Nightwish
Lucid dreamer - Tarja
AlHubb almostaheel - Kazem Alsaher

Now the fact that I got two songs for cradle of filth is surprising (I have about fifteen songs for them). also two songs with "immortal" in them, two songs with the word "love" (just to clarify, Hubb means love in Arabic lol) and two songs with the word "dream"

Wait am I analyzing stuff now? o.O I guess that's what happens when you study a boring as hell subject... Like nationality :iconcrycryplz:

Now for my tags... :evillaugh:
:iconshadowdhampire:
:iconwolf-boss31:
:icondankia:
:iconstarwarsjediamy:
:iconkhdansey:
:iconmyway8d:
:icondowmodder:
:iconhammyoffun:
:iconignisalpha:
:iconvideogamernerd:

By all means, if you don't wanna do it. Don't. :XD:

  • Listening to: COF
  • Reading: Nationality
  • Watching: the lame pics on the book
  • Playing: with my nails so time might pass quickly
  • Eating: cheese
  • Drinking: Nescaé
"You are the king of Fereldan." Sabrina clenched her jaw, trying to fight her tears back. "I'm just a mage. And we are Gray Wardens. Did you really think that ... this was going to work?"

Although the question was pointed to Alistair, she was mostly asking herself. How did she even think that they had a chance? Even if, let's say, Alistair remained with her, the chantry would rage at him, let alone the fact that he was now betrothed to Anora, whom Sabrina promised that she would stay away from Alistair. But apparently, she didn't need that promise, after all, since Alistair was the one who decided to end everything between them.

"It could have worked!" Alistair yelled, anger and pain clear in his voice. "You didn't have to betray me by saving Loghain!!"  He said the name with so much distaste, it dripped as venom from his mouth.

"By the maker, Alistair!! This man was a hero who saved Fereldan once!" She hissed. "He did what he did for Fereldan!"

"What?" Alistair's eyebrows shot up, then he marched to her, closing in the space between them until he was inches away from her face. "Do I need to remind you about what happened in Ostagar?"

He pointed his index finger at her, his voice getting louder. "This man is no hero!! He is a murderer!!! He deserves to die! He deserves justice! And still, you made him one of us?!"

She turned her face away from him, her eyes wet with tears she tried so hard not to shed. She hated the fact that he was somewhat right.

From the corner of her eyes, she stared at Alistair again. He was so still, his fists clenched at both his sides. His brows were furrowed in a frown, but his eyes told of his sorrow and pain with the way they glinted. He as well was trying hard to keep his tears at bay, and he succeeded where she failed.

She wiped a tear off her cheek, trying to hide behind her mask of ice. But she knew that, of all people, Alistair could see right through her mask. "We need all the help we can get," She said coldly, her words hollow.

Alistair remained still, his lips pouting, then he merely shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore; what's done is done."

He breathed heavily, then rubbed the back of his neck, staring at Sabrina, melting her with their intense gaze that pierced through her Soul. "Why should I complain? I'm the king now. And I have a beautiful fiancée, whose beautiful face will remind me of her father everytime I look at her!"

Sabrina just looked down, trying her best to avoid eye contact. She wished she could simply disappear, melt into the ground and never appear again. She didn't want this, Alistair's pain hurt her so much, and his words were like daggers tearing through her heart. Everything seemed like a terrible nightmare, a nightmare she wanted to wake up from so badly.

"I'm sorry, Alistair," she whispered as tears silently streamed down her cheeks. "I didn't want it to be this way... I didn't..." She didn't know what to say, what was broken between them couldn't be fixed with words - or anything for that matter.

"Neither did I." He sighed. He was so calm now, deadly calm."I never wanted to marry Anora, or even be king. I wanted you, only you, but I guess what I want doesn't matter after all. Fate has different plans for both of us."

He lifted a hand, as if he wanted to touch and comfort her, but apparently changed his mind as his hand dropped back into its place. "You are the first woman in my life, the only one that I have truly loved, and I will never meet anyone like you."

She looked up at him, her swollen , red eyes meeting his. She wanted to say something, anything! But her throat felt so dry, and it seemed that she lost her ability to speak.

"We both have much to do." He smiled gently - even sadly at her. "I wish you luck on stopping the arhdemon. May the Maker watch over you."

As he turned to leave, she mustered all of her willpower to speak, "you too, Alistair. You'll be a great king, that I'm sure of."

He turned face to her, and nodded while smiling. "Farewell, my friend."

And as he left, Sabrina placed a hand on her mouth to muffle a sob she kept suppressing. She tried to get a hold of herself, at least until she could get to her room so that no one would see her like that.

She hated crying.

She hated how weak she felt.

She hated herself for falling in love with the wrong man. Again.

Deep inside her, Sabrina always knew that love wasn't for her, yet she decided to ignore that fact in her search for "happiness". But apparently, love only came with heartache.

She wiped the tears off her face quickly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. And as she left the room, she kept repeating to herself that love wasn't for her.

But when was she going to fully learn that lesson?
What have you done?
So I've been playing DA:O (clearly) and I've had the most tragic play through.

Apparently, you can't remain with Alistair if you let Loghain live, and make Alistair marry Anora.

So, basically, Alistair was so mad at my warden and left her. That broke my heart and made me so full of feels. And well, I sat up a poll asking my watchers what pairing they would like to read about in future oneshots and it's a tie between Alistair and Fenris. (But I voted for Fenris so, Alistair wins :XD: )

This one shot is different from the others since it's the first time (except for trades) I put my character there. It's usually just a random warden, or Shepard. Oh well, I guess Sabrina's growing on me. I love my mage lol.

So I hope you guys enjoy this piece! It was a bit inspired by the song "What have you done" by Within Temptation: youtu.be/WKtapZFSs7c

Thanks for reading!
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I opened my eyes slowly; my whole body was aching terribly. I had no idea for how long I was asleep, but I was still in the same posture, knees brought to my chest with my head resting on them.

I got up. The lighting was very dim ;it hurt my eyes, which already felt swollen and fluffy. I opened the door slowly. It was impossible to peak outside without having to get out, so I just stood there, trying to figure everything out, my father's words haunting me.

What should I do? Where would I go? How will I escape? How will I survive? Will I even find a place to live in?

Many questions, no answers. My fate was a mystery.

I bit my lips hard as I thought of something to do. I had to escape the Imperial City. I had to escape Cyrodiil. I could go somewhere, and try to make a living, but how? And where?

I doubted anyone would welcome a runaway... A criminal... amongst them. I laughed bitterly at the word. I was only guilty by association, but that was enough for the Empire. My father told me many stories, but only now did I really believe them.

I was on my own. That's all I knew. I didn't have any relatives in the city, and I didn't know many people. I couldn't trust anyone.

First things first, I told myself. Over thinking wasn't going to solve anything.

The first thing that had to be done was escaping from the Imperial City. The sewers under the city were my only way out. My father told me about them when we arrived here, in case of an emergency. And just at that moment, I wondered if he knew that something like this would happen.

Tears began rising in my eyes as the events of the day played over and over in my head. I took a deep breath to steady myself. It was not a good time for crying. No time was good for crying.

I stood up, and moved towards the vault. I needed money for the journey. The large, steel vault was locked. I silently curded my luck. The key was probably in my father's room. I jut hoped it wasn't in a complete mess. I didn't want to spend hours searching, I wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

Looking again at the door that led to the rest of the house, I swallowed hard. I wasn't ready to get out. Fear was coursing through my veins, but I couldn't hide here forever. I had to get out at some point. And now was better than later.

I opened the door, and slowly got out. There were some sounds of talking. My heart was throbbing hard in my chest, and I tightened my grip on the dagger on my belt. Of course, I wasn't alone in the house.

Reaching the room's door, I took a peek. Two soldiers stood near the entrance in the main hall, which was a mess with all the broken glass there. They seemed like normal city guards with their armor, and they were busy chatting about something I didn't care to listen to.

Moving slowly and close to the wall, I managed to sneak my way to the stairs, the darkness sheltering me. But I knew my luck, because I ended up stepping on some of the broken glass, causing noise that alerted the guards.

"Stop right there!" One of them yelled. I climbed the stairs as fast as I could, my instinct taking full control.

The house around me was a mess, and I stumbled a couple of times, but it didn't slow me down. I was running like a lunatic, powered by fear. My heart threatened to rip through many chest.

Reaching my room, I jumped to the small balcony, then to the street. The two guards were behind me.

They weren't going to be able to keep up, not with their heavy armor. I was much faster, and that gave me hope.

It was pretty dark, and the moonlight barely illuminated my wbackThe guards were yelling as they stood helpless on the balcony.

I continued pacing through the lanes, terrified. I didnglancen dare to glance back, out of the fear that I was still being fofollowed. I kept assuring myself that I was safe for the moment, and murmuring a silent prayer.

Finally, I reached a dead end. There was no one behind me, thank goodness. I stopped, gasping for breath. My lungs burned so hard but there was no time to rest. I calmed myself as I realized I was heading in the wrong direction. I needed to go back near our house, to the entrance of the sewers.

My footsteps felt so heavy. I didn't want to go back there. What if they saw me again? The thought alone made me shudder. but I didn't have much of a choice, so I simplky stuck to the cold walls of the buildings as I moved slowly, hoping I wouldn't lose my way.

After a little time, I reached our neighbors' house. My home was still guarded and I knew I couldn't even think about passing there. I kept moving in the direction of the sewers, and as I got near, a guard patrolling the way ruined my plan.

My lips pouted as I watched him, standing near the entrances. I couldn't go there without him noticing me. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

I scanned the area quickly and realized there were no other guards near. Good.

I had to distract him... But no, that wouldn't be enough. He might not fall for my trap, and I couldn't risk being exposed. Plus, a yell from him could alert other guards. It was near risky.

There was only one safe option, which was killing him.

I had to kill him. Grant him a very quick and silent death. That was my only solution.

A voice rose in my head telling me that this man was innocent and he probably had a family to feed, but I shoved the voice away. This man was standing between me and freedom. This man was protecting those who took my father. This man would kill me, had he gotten the chance.

Hate and rage were boiling in my veins, infused by all of my tears and pain. This man deserved to die.

I circled around the buildings so that he could not see me. I pulled my dagger and snuck slowly until I was a few feet behind him. My hands were shaky and I considered backing away and pretending that I never even thought of this, but I forced myself to remain still.

I got closer then I charged and placed a hand on his mouth as my dagger dug into his neck, a final muffled groan escaped his throat as his blood splattered and hit my face.

The sight of blood made me a bit dizzy. I yanked the dagger, causing more blood to flow from him, then backed away slowly as his body hit the ground, a part of me not believing what I just did. It was sick. I hunted many animals, but I never killed a man. This made me feel so... I didn't know how to describe the feeling. It was alien.

I placed my dagger back in its place, my gaze never leaving the now dead man. My hands were still trembling, but I didn't care anymore. I knew that I should at least feel... bad for killing a man. I took a life with my own hands! But I didn't. I could feel nothing but numbness inside of me.

I shook my head; no time to dwell on this. I started moving the rocks that blocked the entrance quickly, hoping no one would come at that moment.

As the last rock was moved, I crawled inside the sewer, and started dragging some of the rocks back. I started sliding slowly down the path, wanting to just jump and get it over with, but I couldn't risk a broken foot.

The sewers were very dark and tight. I pursed my lips as my feet hit the cold water that reached my ankles. I moved in the sewer, feeling blind. The walls were rocky and wet, and there were sounds of rats. I could feel the things running past me, even touching my feet and shins. I shuddered at the thought. Large rats weren't my favorite type of animals.

Sighing deeply, I continued walking and feeling my way. I was so close to being free, and away from this place.

The road was very long and I began wondering if I was going in circles. The loss of sight didn't help at all. I continued walking though, feeling more hopeless with every passing moment. But finally, I saw light ahead of me, light coming from outside. It illuminated a small part of the sewer.

Relief swept over me. I thought I would never get it out.

I reached the exit, finding the lake ahead of me. The coast on the other side wasn't that far. I sat on the side, and let out a deep sigh before my tears began falling again. I felt tired.. So very tired. But I managed to escape the city. I just had to swim to the other side.

But still, I wasn't completely free. I had a long trip ahead of me.

After a few minutes of stillness, I finally got up again, wanting to get as far away as possible from here.

…..

Swimming wasn't difficult for me. My father taught me how to a long time ago. I was a bit tired when I reached the other side.

As I got outside of the water, I felt a cold chill. I was so glad winter was over. It wasn't that hot yet, but I couldn't help but shudder at the thought of swimming in frozen water in the cold winter.

I took one last glance at the city. It looked like a dark shadow from that distance. There were only some lights from the large castle in the middle of it.

One would think it was empty... even haunted. I didn't dwell on the thought. I knew better.

I hated the city, that I was certain of. I never really liked it in the first place, but the memories of what happened earlier made me furious and sad and bitter. The Imperial City became a sign of fatality.

Despite the tiredness, and the way my body seemed to beg for a rest, I kept walking. I couldn't bear being near here. I stull didn't know where to go, or what to do. I just wandered like that, guided by the moonlight. I didn't know where the main road was, but I did not dare to even search for it. Many guards were roaming it, that's for sure.

I was crying again as I remembered everything. I managed to escape, but was I going to manage to survive? I had no clue where I was going. Chances were I'd end up eaten by wolves or taken by bandits. I felt stupid. I was helpless and hopeless. Whatever awaited me, it was not better than the fate of death in the Empire.

A voice in my head yelled at me, saying that I still had a chance to survive, that a slim chance was still a chance. I wanted to believe it, but I couldn't. But I also remembered my promise to my father. He didn't want me to escape only to give up. I had to do something. I had to take revenge on those who took him. But even that was sounded stupid. How would I manage that? I was nothing but a lost girl now. And this is the Empire I'm talking about. If there had been any sort of rebellion, they certainly kept themselves hidden. And they most certainly didn't accept just anyone amongst their ranks.

But wasn't my father a part of a rebilion or something after all? Didn't they call him a traitor?

I still didn't know anything. My father never spoke of anything. But suddenly, all of those secret meetings in the nights... Even the reason why he returned to the Imperial City despite how much he hated it made sense.

I clenched my jaw tightlly in an attempt to suppress an exasperated yell. How could I not see it?

Still walking, I tried to not think about it much, to keep myself distracted, until I saw smoke coming from a distance. There were people there.

My heart was beating hard in my chest as I got closer to the fire. From the distance, I could see what seemed like a camp.

I climbed a tree slowly, the trees that surrounded the area were large, but I had no trouble climbing. As I reached a good height. I slowly stood on one of the tree's large branches, and by holding onto another one, I started walking on the branch, until I almost reached its end, then I jumped to another tree.

I kept repeating what I did with no trouble, thank the Divines, until I was on top of the camp.

There was a man sitting there as a guard, while three others were sleeping. The man had a large form, and a bright blond hair that marked him as a Nord. He didn't wear an armor, but still had a large sword next to him.

There were two horses standing beside the camp, and some large sacks near them.

Those people didn't look like bandits, or that's what I had hoped. But they certainly were travelers. I just hoped they weren't headed to The Imperial City. In fact, I prayed they were heading outside of Cyrodiil. They were Nords after all, they could be going to Skyrim, their homeland.

The thought of having someone to guide me made me a bit relieved. I wasn't going to run into their camp of course. All I could do was follow them from the shadows. It was at least better than wandering aimlessly.

As I climbed down, I felt exhaustion sweeping through me, I walked around, trying to find a small tree cave that's not far from the men's camp to sleep in.

I found one quickly, and rested their, letting sleep consume me.
Forbidden Vengeance Ch02 - The Escape
Special thanks to ShadowedSoulSpirit for beta reading!
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In this chapter, Vita finally musters her courage and attempts to escape... but will she be able to do it?
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First Chapter >> fav.me/d7il606
Next >> WIP
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"You can't do that!! You can't help the enemy!."

"I'm a healer, and she wants my aid! I'm not going to decline her request!"

"What? Have you gone insane!! You of all people--"

"Anders, please! What if this good doing made her realize that not all of us are bad! She requested a mage's help after all!"

"You're not just changing the mind of 'some person' who thinks mages are evil! This is the knight-commander, by the maker!!"
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Valena shook her head as she tried to forget about her fight with Anders. The sight of him yelling then storming out of her house made her eyes well up with tears, but at the same time it pissed her off so much that her jaw was starting to hurt from how tightly she had it clenched.

She took a deep breath to steady herself as the big statues of the Gallows welcomed her. She locked all of her emotions behind a mask of ice, she needed to focus on the task ahead of her.

The gallows were really crowded that day, with so much noise from the merchants yelling and people chatting. Everyone seemed busy, and she was somewhat glad for that, at least no one noticed her.

Ever since she became the champion, people looked at her with starry eyes. Some would yell that the champion was there and she would find herself sorrounded by many people cheering her. Some even asked for her blessing.

She hated all the attention she was getting. She had a gift, which she used to help the poor and the helpless. She didn't want to be thanked for that. It was what she was born to do.

And that was exactly why she was helping Knight Commander Meredith. It was Valena's job as a healer. Anders was too blinded by his rage and anger to see that, but then, was she the one who had been blinded by her good intentions?

She shook her head. No. She was doing the right thing, but She couldn't ignore that Anders was right in a sense. She hated how his words had gotten to her, and made her feel a bit guilty.

"Valena!" A voice came from behind, derailing her train of thoughts. She turned her head and a wide smile spread across her face as she saw her Templar friend.

"Cullen! How are you? Long time no see."

"Look who's talking." He smirked at her. "I'm not the one busy with all of the champion stuff, huh?

Valena huffed and rolled her eyes. "And I'm not the one busy with all the Knight-Captain stuff."

He chuckled. "When I heard you were coming here, I thought I should come and greet you."

Many years had passed since Valena met Cullen. She could still remember the distrust and wary in the Templar's eyes, which were now replaced by warmth and kindness. Over the years, they both became really good friends who depended on each other in many different situations.

After a small banter, they both proceeded to the Circle, where Valena was going to meet the Knight Commander.

.....
"Champion..." Meredith addressed Valena, her tone harsh and unwelcoming. 

Valena could sense the commander's distaste for her, and well, Meredith certainly didn't bother to hide it. "Knight Commander." She nodded. "I hope you're ready."

Nodding, Meredith moved to her seat behind the large wooden table which had many papers and small statues on it. Valena found it weird that a woman like Meredith had interest in art, and her room showed that perfectly with the nice paintings that filled the wall. Valena would notice something she hadn't noticed before every time she entered the room.

The mage moved closer to Meredith, recalling all the powerful healing spells she could use. Lyrium poisoning was difficult to cleanse from the body, even with magic. Valena understood that perfectly, and almost felt sorry for the Knight Commander, who was suffering greatly from it. Greatly enough that she asked for Valena's aid.

Valena's hand were lifted as an azure aura started coursing from them towards Meredith. The aura started getting larger, making the room very bright and causing both the women to close their eyes. 

The magic wave that coursed through Valens's body began getting heavier and heavier, it burdened Valena. She felt her body tightening strongly as if it was getting crushed. It made breathing so hard, and felt as if she was running out of air. She struggled to suppress a groan, squirming and twitching in the process. Sweat covered her forehead and face, and her hands were shaking abruptly. It agonized her, and felt as if her soul was being pulled away from her.

When she finished, she limped backwards, holding onto the chair behind her, then sitting while gasping loudly for breath. Her vision was so blurred, and her head threatened to explode with pain. She tried steadying herself with deep, constant breaths. She didn't want to look weak in front of the Knight Commander.

"What's wrong, Champion?" Asked Meredith. She seemed pale and a bit tired as well, but certainly not as tired as Valena.

"Magic is... Draining, you know," Valena responded, annoyed that she couldn't hide the anguish in her voice, "I'll be fine in no time."

"Ah," Meredith finished lamely.

 The mage tried to avoid eye contact as she got up to leave, but something grabbed her attention. It was something strange, a sword, but not a simple metallic sword. It was made of something entirely different. Something that felt alive and threatening at the same time. 

"Lyruim..." Valena whispered to herself. She thought that the weird feeling she felt when she entered the room was because of Meredith's cold and unwelcoming nature. Now, she knew there was more to it. 

Apparently noticing the sudden change in Valena's face. Meredith moved out of her seat to stand in front of the champion. "Anything else you need?" 

Valena nodded. "Just one thing." She pointed to the sword, still feeling a bit dizzy. "You should get rid of this. It is probably the reason behind the lyruim intoxication."

The Knight Commander turned her back to Valena, crossing her arms against her chest. "That's none of your concern, champion."

Valens's lips pouted. "I'm just telling you that in case you want the therapy to work properly. It will have very little effect if you keep this thing. It is dangerous, and you know that."

"Duly noted."

Meredith's tone was the same unchanging cold. Valena knew that the commander would certainly not listen to her, but she had hoped that maybe, just maybe the knight commander would actually be reasonable enough to do so.

Valena hurried to leave the room, wanting to get away from this threatening sword, and back to her home and take a deep nap, with the hope that she won't collapse on the ground midway there. Her head felt so heavy and this feeling of exhaustion didn't seem to go away or even become less as it usually did.

As she reached the entrance to the large hall, she saw Cullen, whose smile dropped as soon as he saw her face.

"Valena?? Are you OK??" He rushed to her and let her hold onto him. "You look as if you have seen a ghost!"

She smiled. Painfully. "I've actually seen the Knight Commander, " She joked. "That is worse."

Cullen tried to suppress a laugh, though he wasn't very successful. "Hey, don't say that!"

He walked with her, she was glad that he was there. She just hoped he would take her back to her home, since it didn't seem that she would make it there on her own.

"Now, really, what's the matter?" He asked again, concern clear in his sky blue eyes.

"I think I overused my magical powers, that's all."

"Hmm." Cullen's lips pouted, he apparently wanted to know more, but thankfully, he let the subject drop. "You need to get some rest. I'm taking you home."

In different circumstances, Valena would have objected such an offer, but at that time, she really needed company.

"Thanks, Cullen. You're a great friend." She smiled and leaned on him.

He smiled back at her, as they walked out of the Circle, and to the Gallows.

Unhealable (DOWModder's trade)
A story for the awesome DOWModder about his mage Hawke, Valena, and a small adventure of hers.

Ren, since I kept you waiting for a rather long time, I decided to upload the first part of the story (imagine that I'm actually writing it in the correct order of events! :XD: )

I hope you enjoy this little part of the story. I will update it ASAP. :)

*update*
The piece is finished now. It's been awesome to write this, and DOWModder, your idea is AWESOME!! Thank you so much for another great trade!!
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If I'm to write a new oneshot, what pairing would you like it to be about?
25%
4 deviants said Fenris/Hawke
25%
4 deviants said Alistair/Warden
13%
2 deviants said Something Mass Effect relates!! I will comment!
13%
2 deviants said Other pairing :la: (comment)
6%
1 deviant said Zevran/Warden
6%
1 deviant said Morrigan/Warden
6%
1 deviant said Sebastian/Hawke
6%
1 deviant said ANYTHING THAT ISN'T DEPRESSING!! WRITE HAPPY STUFF, WOMAN!!
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No deviants said Why does it have to be romantic? :noes: I want something else (Comment)

Music tag!

Journal Entry: Thu Sep 11, 2014, 9:35 PM
So.. It's time for a journal update. Lol. And well, I got tagged by :iconladytethras: so why the hell not??

You can tell a lot about someone by the music they listen to.
Hit shuffle on your iPod/Phone/iTunes/media player and write down the first 10 songs.
Then pass this onto 10 people.


First... I have 4.26 GB of songs.... Picking out ten songs only is so unfair. What if the stupidest and most ridiculous songs come out! :iconnooooplz: (because we all have those silly songs that we secretly enjoy listening to...)


Nymphetamine - Cradle Of Filth
I feel immortal - Tarja
Eversleeping- Xandria
My immortal - Evanescence
Imaginary  - Evanescence
The death of love- Cradle Of Filth
I come undone - Elis
Ever dream - Nightwish
Lucid dreamer - Tarja
AlHubb almostaheel - Kazem Alsaher

Now the fact that I got two songs for cradle of filth is surprising (I have about fifteen songs for them). also two songs with "immortal" in them, two songs with the word "love" (just to clarify, Hubb means love in Arabic lol) and two songs with the word "dream"

Wait am I analyzing stuff now? o.O I guess that's what happens when you study a boring as hell subject... Like nationality :iconcrycryplz:

Now for my tags... :evillaugh:
:iconshadowdhampire:
:iconwolf-boss31:
:icondankia:
:iconstarwarsjediamy:
:iconkhdansey:
:iconmyway8d:
:icondowmodder:
:iconhammyoffun:
:iconignisalpha:
:iconvideogamernerd:

By all means, if you don't wanna do it. Don't. :XD:

  • Listening to: COF
  • Reading: Nationality
  • Watching: the lame pics on the book
  • Playing: with my nails so time might pass quickly
  • Eating: cheese
  • Drinking: Nescaé

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Rama-Kay
Rama
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Syria
I'm a writer. I love writing and I wanna be a professional someday. I still have so much to learn, THAT'S WHY I'm here. DeviantART is a great place that's full of helpful things and wonderful people.

I'm also an interviewer. I do interviews for both :iconsci-fan-horror: and :iconbuild-your-platform: I've never done that until now but apparently I'm kinda good at it. Those groups are awesome and you won't regret checking them out!!!

And finally, creator of :iconme-ocs-project: A group dedicated for Mass Effect OC creators to share their OCs with other artists! Check it out! ;)
Interests

If I'm to write a new oneshot, what pairing would you like it to be about? 

25%
4 deviants said Fenris/Hawke
25%
4 deviants said Alistair/Warden
13%
2 deviants said Something Mass Effect relates!! I will comment!
13%
2 deviants said Other pairing :la: (comment)
6%
1 deviant said Zevran/Warden
6%
1 deviant said Morrigan/Warden
6%
1 deviant said Sebastian/Hawke
6%
1 deviant said ANYTHING THAT ISN'T DEPRESSING!! WRITE HAPPY STUFF, WOMAN!!
0%
No deviants said Why does it have to be romantic? :noes: I want something else (Comment)

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:iconladytethras:
LadyTethras Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2014
I tagged you Yay 
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ShadowDhampire Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014
thelonelyseeker.deviantart.com…

Someone's making a fancomic of Stolen Throne! :D 
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:iconladytethras:
LadyTethras Featured By Owner Edited Aug 5, 2014
Thank you for faving my fanfic "Hold on to me"

Here's a kiss for you, my love! 
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Savvid Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for adding Leaving - CM  to your favorites! :meow:
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Ezri-Krios Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, sis. You still around at the moment? Sorry I've been so quiet, still thinking of you lots. Holler when you get this. :-) XXX
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DOWModder Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2014
Hey Rama, how are you? It`s been some time. :-)
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DOWModder Featured By Owner Edited Jun 12, 2014
There, the final update, Rama: dowmodder.deviantart.com/art/H…

I really hope you like it hon, it`s the best I can do. 
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DOWModder Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2014
Rama, here`s the first part, take a look: dowmodder.deviantart.com/art/H…

I`ll try to upload the next one ASAP. :-)
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DOWModder Featured By Owner May 31, 2014
Rama, me has a something for ya! :dummy: dowmodder.deviantart.com/art/O…
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DOWModder Featured By Owner May 14, 2014
Rama, the final update: dowmodder.deviantart.com/art/T… :-)
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