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Please tell me your favorite things about my portrayal/muse?

Anon is acceptable.

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I tried my hand at using real life references in my drawings. This is just a lil study of Lark and Caelum posing as Orpheus and Eurydice from Hadestown.

I also didn't use any 3d models, just this reference.

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I was alone so long I didn't even know that I was lonely Out in the cold so long I didn't even know that I was cold Turned my collar to the wind This is how it's always been

-- Hadestown

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PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare

[oakthcrn]

𝑰 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰'𝑴 𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲, 𝑰𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼.

a private mutually exclusive dragon age multimuse. loved by Jackie Featuring Felassan.

artwork cred: xxx

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Send “Over the Shoulder” for my muse’s reaction to suddenly being picked up and flung over your muse’s shoulder like a bag.

accepting @korolnichevoya

𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝑿𝑪𝑼𝑺𝑬. The nobles were bold in their defiance against Nikolai, and she was growing weary of every insult muttered under their rancid breaths. Sure, they spoke his praises to his face, but she knew better to believe any of it was genuine. She could weather any insult towards herself. She was no one. However, Nikolai was…more than she could say in words, her dear friend, her king, her confidant. She wouldn't tolerate any slander against him, not when she had witnessed him pushing himself too hard. 

They were currently stuck in a long war council meeting. Hours long, and Lark's nerves were becoming frayed. It didn't need to be this long. These noble pricks were asking stupid and meaningless questions. 

Then she heard it. That blasted word. The one that followed Nikolai everywhere. Bastard. It had shrouded around them like an unwanted rain cloud, and hearing it outright. Lark reacted. 

One second, she had been sitting next to Nikolai, and the next she had cleared the table before anyone else could react and had the noble by the tunic. Rage was evident as the candles were blaring with a flickering flame that reflected Lark's ire. She had decked the noble repeatedly. She was sure she broke his nose by the blood spurting from it. 

“ 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧! ” Lark seethed. “ 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫! ” she shook the man repeatedly. 

“ 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧-𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭!  ” She was about to punch him again when she felt herself being lifted into strong arms. 

She blinked and realized that she was being carried off. 

“ 𝐍-𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢? ” She huffed and glared at the Noble as she was carried away, sprouting insults in her native Kaelish. When they were out of the room, Lark huffed and crossed her arms. 

“ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞? ” 

[oakthcrn]

Lord Ares ⚔️

I actually had a lot of fun with this one :)

//print

[oakthcrn]

What is your heart made of?

Fire

A bright, hot heart. One made of many wisps of flames, burning brighter and hotter. It is an honest one, agressive in it's methods, straightforward. It is overpowering, hyperactive in nature, stronger than many. It burns, and burns, sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. It may be hard to let anyone close without the fear of accidentally burning them, but once this heart meets the right person, one that will be unbothered by the flames, perhaps the heart will gain a close companion. One that it does not need to hold at an arms lenght for the fear of it's own emotions.

tagged by: I tagged @korolnichevoya but i forgot i did it so i did it again.

tagging: everyone!

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Endless Edits of Lark in Dragon Age: The Veilguard.

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Send “Over the Shoulder” for my muse’s reaction to suddenly being picked up and flung over your muse’s shoulder like a bag.

Send “Like a Bag” for my muse to suddenly pick up yours

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Send me your muse’s reaction to seeing mine drenched in blood.

Where did the blood come from? Up to you!

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𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮. Lark owed her entire life and future to Lucanis, even if he was being modest about it. No sane person would give up their future to save a friend, though Lark knew that saying no to Caterina was a death sentence. Yet, Lark had made her conditions known. She never had seen Viago and Teia look so surprised. 

Lark didn't show fear, and she would not be exchanged like a prized calf at auction without having some boundaries. First, she would no longer accept contracts. Instead, she would pull her weight training young crows, or giving them an education. She was a swords expert, and she knew her history. She wouldn't be a leech on the Dellamorte name. 

Second, their wedding would be witnessed in the Chantry, in front of the sisters and brothers of the cloth, and in the presence of Andraste. It was a place of comfort, and Lark would take her vows seriously. The reception could be any other place, she didn't care. 

Lastly, she would design her gown. All trivial things in the grand scheme of things. Caterina wasn't without her conditions as well. 

Lark would become a Dellamorte, and the name Oakthorn would die with her father. A condition that broke something within her, but she buried it deep to examine later when she was alone. It was only fitting that she would become a Dellamorte, it was the whole point of the marriage. The name was a shield among the Crow houses, and with that shield, Lark would repel Armando for good. 

Another condition was the expectation of children. This was something Lark hadn't thought of at all. They would be married by law and by Andraste, children were a natural step in this whole ordeal, though the prospect didn't quite scare her; she would have to wonder how Lucanis felt about it. He was hard to read throughout the whole meeting.  Lark had agreed to the terms, and there had been excited talks of wedding planning, but Lark had drowned out the voices; her mind swirling with what she had agreed to. 

Then, it was quiet. Only left was her husband-to-be. He drew close but did not seem keen on getting close enough to touch her. Instead, Lark turned to face him. Poor man. Forever tethered to one another through a strange circumstance. 

Lark nodded and stood up. She glanced at Lucanis. There was so much she wanted to say. She wanted to express gratitude; to yell at him for being so stupid for agreeing, to embrace him for doing so. Her feelings were at war with each other and she wasn't sure which would be victorious, so she pushed them away and followed Lucanis to the guest room. At least they would face this together. 

As they strolled through the estate, Lark gently reached out and took his hand in hers. 

“ 𝐇𝐞𝐲. ” She said gently and stared at his back. She studied how his hair seemed to cascade perfectly with every step he took, there was elegance in his steps, and Lark felt stupid for not seeing it before. 

She was a coward to speak to his back instead of looking at him in the eye, but this was the best she could do. 

“ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮…𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭…𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. ” She gently let go of his hand. 

“ 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?  ” 

It would be a lie if he claimed to be fully supportive of the idea. 

Life outside of his contracts was never an idea the assassin had considered prior. Driving his blade into those he was hired to kill, contributing gold to the Dellmorte estate - those had been his plans. Caterina would have finally been swayed, allowing Illario to inherit the title of First Talon and Lucanis could fade into obscurity. Lucanis had never factored anything grandiose into his plans when it came to leading his life. 

A partner had been considered for a time though. Courting someone would have been a small thing at first, a few lingering glances and playful jabs here and there. Occasionally he would let slip a bit of his life, slowly sharing a part of himself with every meeting. Eventually leading up to a single kiss, a first from the assassin despite what others might have assumed. In his few moments of weakness, that is what Lucanis had wanted for himself someday. Had he allowed himself the pleasure of course. 

All given up in exchange for the life of someone he cared about. An equivalent exchange, his future for her life. Lucanis valued them both. 

Brown hues drift to her, slight concern in his tone as he finally responds. “ Caterina is not someone I would say no to ” Expression softening slightly, he continues. “ This is also the best alternative to keep you safe. Had we other options, I would have suggested them ” 

Despite his position as First Talon, Lucanis had stood next to Caterina’s chair during the discussion. Even now he lingered there, only beginning his slow approach once Lark had spoken up. After reaching her side of the table he halts near one of the chairs close to her, hand resting on the top as he looks down at her. 

“ It doesn’t need to be anything more than business if that would make you more comfortable. Until then, I can lead you to one of the guest bedrooms if you would like. You don’t owe me anything ”

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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My muse has died. Send in your muse’s reaction.

The mun reblogging this meme can specify the circumstances, or leave it up to the asker(s)!

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Send a  ƸӜƷ and a question for an answer from my muse as a child.

if you don’t have a specific question, you can tell them whatever you like to see their reaction! 

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lark has found unexpected joy in knitting. Watch her use her free time to knit stuff at the lighthouse.

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scar / injury related symbol memes… 

add  ( reverse )  to the ask for places to be swapped

( kiss ) : receiver kisses one of sender’s scars

( clean ) : receiver washes blood of off sender

( carry ) : receiver carries injured sender to safety

( scar )  :  receiver gently traces one of sender’s scars

( better ) : receiver nurses injured sender back to health

( protect ) : receiver prevents sender from being injured

( story ) : receiver asks sender how they got a specific scar 

( bandage )  : receiver carefully binds up an injury on sender

( cuddle ) : receiver crawls into bed with injured sender to hold them

( confrontation ) : receiver confronts someone who just injured sender

( heal ) : receiver uses their magic / powers to heal a wound on sender

( awaken ) : receiver stays by unconscious sender’s side until they wake up

( shield ) : receiver jumps in harm’s way to defend sender and is injured, themselves