#miinstrel

[eritvita]

I first noticed your blog back in 2014/2015ish? Ironically it was on my old Maryden blog too. We wrote very briefly and then I lost muse and was too chicken to ask for more threads. Fast forward a few more years and I found you again and thank goodness I plucked up the courage this time! Your prose, writing style, and Roland himself are all the things the RPC needs to be quite honest. Roland is the kind of muse that makes both mun and muse alike dare to dream.

what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?

[chantrysworn]

@miinstrel​

    Leliana didn’t often have time to come to the tavern, and that was something she regretted. The merriment that occurred here, the camaraderie between the people the Inquisitor had recruited was all too familiar as the sounds of banter filled the air. Sera was betting a bit too much on a game of Wicked Grace, and Varric looked about ready to cash in on her folly. It wasn’t long before she heard the frustrated groan of the elf losing her sovereigns.

    The spymaster was in a corner, nursing a goblet of ale. She preferred wine, but the atmosphere here called for something a bit more.. blunt. She could indulge in it tonight. Her corner was close enough that she could hear the song sailing through the building. No promise surviving the Breach in the sky. Leliana decided that she had to come down to the tavern more often, if only to hear what other songs the minstrel has written.

    When a lull occurred and the song ended, the spymaster stood and crossed to stand beside Maryden, lips curling softly in greeting. “I must say, you’ve a lovely voice. That is your song, correct?”

[cuervocanto]

😍

Send 😍 if your muse finds mine ATTRACTIVE | Not accepting

“You know, if you really thought I was devilishly handsome, you would write a ballad for me.” 

[pettyshot]

⭐️

MEME | @MIINSTREL​

Probably literally gave Maryden all the money she had on her at that time to play the most annoying songs she could think of for the rest of the night.

OR

Taeyung: Maryden, do a dramatic reading of Swords and Shields. It’ll be fun, I promise.

[asteeledheart]

@miinstrel

“that song about sera, did you make it up yourself?” it’s terribly catchy, enough that she finds herself humming it under her breath from time to time before coughing to mask any hint of it, “it’s...incredibly accurate.” 

[thecacklingcrow]

Helping Hands rp

Jaques was in the back of the tavern helping the cook. He needed a foot stool to reach the stove comfortably at five foot nothing. The food was done and the Antivan lad called over his shoulder. “The food should be ready to simmer now! I need to go post more fliers!” The boy with mottled skin and bright disposition hopped from the stool and crowd weaved his way towards the table near where Maryden would play.

[sensehurt-a-blog]

❛ I am always dreaming, even when I am awake. It is never finished. ❜

like a SPIDER THAT SPINS its web : woven ; intricate . are her words LADEN WITH sadness ? ❛ is that ... bad ? do you want it to be finished ? ❜ he watches her , fingers SCRAPING against fingers . ❛ i’d like to always dream. it seems ... BEAUTIFUL .  ❜

[pujanza-blog]

@miinstrel

“So. You wished to talk with me? Is this about the arrangement you’re making with my husband?”

[tanadhal]

“Daaaaaaamn” (way to overdo it maryden)

would u hit it / accepting

❝ you’re certainly not hard to look at, yourself. ❞

[fadiiings-blog]

✔

For every ✔ my muse gets, they’ll explain how they got one of their scars.

         .           “ my brother —- i always begged him to take me hunting with him. when i was old enough, we went togehter for the first time. our father made us promise to be careful.“ voice trails off & she pulls up her shirt. there are several scars mapping out different stories & moments in her life that were left immortalized in her flesh. she points to one right below her chest, small. this one was not as bad as some of the others, the story one that often brought a smile to her face. she had been a child – a stupid one, at that. neither of them had been paying attention, he had taken a shot at a deer, she had been in the way, ”  — he shot me. on accident, of course … i never let him live it down. he did all of my chores for near a month afterwards “ 

she doesn’t feel the need to share how angry their parents had been & how the healers had scrambled to make sure she didn’t bleed out … or meet her end at the hands of infection… it was a bit less fun to tell that part of the story.

[eritvita]

@miinstrel

There’s glitter in every crevice, in e’ery nook of the bar’s backstage vanity, and Roland is borne ‘twards a lap, and some in his styled hair. He scoffs hard, and makes faces at the mirror; work’d on his eyelashes.

“Dost thou have spare greasepaint, Maryden?” asks he; looking o’er his shoulder, festooned in tassels and the bright green glitter of a forestry eye-shadow. The wings of his liner are sharp enough to sieve daggers, and Roland’s finely-shaved and trimmed eyebrows rise with beautific brilliance; unknown and Known his miraculous, outer Beauty.

He’s e’en adorned his nails; a sharp, amber yellow, decadent with gold, heavy rings.

“I’ve run out. I’ve forgotten to shop,” he admits sheepishly. His nerves are rampant like young butterflies in the Spring, and he thinks to demand ale, later, and even During their empathic, earthly Performance. He breathes silently for inner Calm; his paint giving the Impression of added weight to his naked face.

[chantrysworn]

❣ (shows up late to this meme sjdklfd)

attraction

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction

[cuervocanto]

And cue the bard rushing over, leaping into the air, and landing on top of Zevran to plant a big, loud kiss on the cheek. Hope you're good at balancing Zev cause she sure ain't.

Zevran is too drunk for this. They both end up on the floor, in a giant minstrel/assassin pile. 

Rest in pepperoncinis.

[mademyselfreal]

@miinstrel​  ♡‘d for banter!

       “how do you write your songs? when i try, the words don’t come out right...and the ink stains my hands.”

[ducnde-blog1]

miinstrel replied to your post

maryden: backpedals out of this conversation slooooooowly

❝ my dear , if you wish to subject yourself to him , feel free. ❞

[dionadaiirarchive]

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send me a heart to learn something about my muse! // Accepting // @miinstrelღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?

It depends on how drunk he is. If he’s sober he tends to keep the PDA to a minium unless he and his LI are alone in the bar or kitchen. Though if he has a few pints of whiskey in him; he has no problem showing his affections for his LI with kisses and touches.