#oc: fox trevelyan

[citadrells]

making hot bioware protagonists only to have them be doomed by the narrative is basically my profession at this point

[shinkoscribbles]

Couple days of catch up! These art fight attacks go out toooo~

@Celestrialferret

@cannibalistic-cicada and @velichorus-k

@proserpiiart and last but not least, Microraptoro

[theluckywizard]

Two Truths and a Lie Dragon Age OC Edition

RULES: post a 24-hour poll containing two truths and one lie about your oc. Have your followers try to guess which is the lie.

For this one I will do my OC Rose Trevelyan from my longfic In the Shattering of Things

Tagging: @crackinglamb, @skinwalkingxana, @nirikeehan, @monocytogenes, @leggywillow

@exalted-dawn-drabbles, @oxygenforthewicked, @warpedlegacy, @carnalapples, @effelants

tag me back if you do the poll!

[oceanssecond]

welcome to oceanssecond's multimuse.

Hello, I am Izzy ! I am 25, they/them, I was in the tumblr rpc sphere from 2012 to 2019, and am re-establishing myself with a multimuse as of May 2023. Mutuals priority, but open to all rp blogs who follow to interact.

This blog will be low to medium activity.

Feel welcome to ask me questions, ask my muses question, send things in to the inbox, it's always open even if we haven't chatted before.

I will be writing here as well as discord if anyone would prefer that, mutuals may ask for dicord

>RULES / >MUSELIST

>HEADCANONS / >MAINS

@oceansfirst -> my main high activity blog, consisting of marvel, dc, and myth muses

@oceansmusings -> my headcanons sideblog for this blog and oceansfirst (i also liveblog when i'm reading comics or watching stuff or playing stuff over there, so expect ooc posts over there too along with headcanons! i recommend following if you want insight to my muses)

Mutuals get priority

I prefer paragraphs over one liners

my ask box is always open

will turn asks into thread

MUSE LIST

Cassius Hawke (m!warrior)

Nyra Hawke (f!rogue)

Maxwell Trevelyan (archer/ex-templar/inquisitor/companion)

Eliot Waugh

Alice Quinn

Julia Wicker

Dr. James Wilson

Stef Adams Foster

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Rizlis (risen eliksni guardian oc)

Carmelita Fox

Loona (hb)

Octavia (hb)

Beelzebub (hb)

Millie (hb)

Brian Yu (monster prom)

Nimona (nimona)

Ballister Boldheart (nimona)

[haverdoodles]

Adrift

— (Connal Trevelyan)

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If a man existed without a face, did he even really exist at all?

.

The world either knows him as the faceless Fox, or Ostwick’s wretched Heir. A hero, or a rake. A man worth something, or a man worth nothing.

Few remember him as Connal.

Which is he? He doesn’t know, anymore.

[out-of-the-embers]

Raffy and @kagetsukai’s Hannah

[kagetsukai]

"Red wine stained lips" for Hannah/Raphael

Well, this was a lot more tangential than anticipated, but oh well!!! Here’s some fluff.

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Raphael had not been allowed to participate in whatever small fancy dinner Lily had organized and it was all his own fault. With Corypheus’ defeat, it had become important to Hannah to find opportunities outside of the Inquisition, even if it meant rubbing elbows with people who were of a much higher social standing - which Raphael hated with a passion. After the last time, when he had indirectly insulted some stuffy ambassador, Lily had announced that even though it would have been nice to have him there as moral support, he clearly could not behave well enough to be invited again. 

So now he sat in the main hall, near the roaring fireplace, and tried his best to patiently wait for the meal to be over. Thankfully, he could really put on an uninviting face so nobody bothered him while he nursed a mug of ale and glared in the direction of the door to Lily’s quarters. He knew it would take a while, but he also didn’t have a lot of patience.

He wasn’t sure for how long he had stared, but he was almost surprised when the door finally opened and several people stepped through it. The portly man and his wife seemed a lot less offensive than the last nobleman, and both Hannah and Lily seemed in good spirits when they said their effusive goodbyes. Raphael was just about to stand up and join them when they noticed him and started in his direction.

“How did it go?” he asked, before they could say anything.

Hannah plopped down next to him with a heavy sigh while Lily leaned a hip against the table.

“The man seems receptive to the idea of Hannah designing the new wing of his mansion,” she said and also sighed. “But, I have a feeling we’ll have to dine with him again before he makes his final decision.”

That sounded terribly wasteful.

“He’s clearly an idiot,” he decided.

Lily gave him a glare that said what she thought of his opinion on the matter, all while Hannah gently poked him in the ribs.

“He’s one of the good ones, Raphael,” Hannah said softly. “He didn’t discount me out of hand and was actually interested in my ideas for these improvements he wants to do. It’s a real job opportunity for me.”

Whatever other scathing commentary pushed to the tip of his tongue, Raphael swallowed it down. He didn’t need to further antagonize the two most important women in his life, so he nodded instead.

“Alright,” he said, then wrapped an arm around Hannah. She readily molded herself against his side and pressed her face against his neck. “As long as he actually agrees to it.”

“He will,” Lily said confidently. “I’ll set his pants on fire if he doesn’t.”

Hannah snorted quietly.

“Please don’t immolate my potential employers,” she said. “It’s already hard to acquire them as it is.”

Lily gave a small pout around a small smile, but agreed. 

“I know,” she said. She paused, looked at Hannah’s face in the crook of Raphael’s neck and her expression softened. “You should get her to bed. She looks exhausted.”

“I do not,” Hannah mumbled. “I’m just resting my eyes.”

Raphael didn’t have to see her to know that Lily was right.

“We’re going. Right now,” he announced and moved to stand up.

“Noooo…” Hannah whined softly and clamped onto his midsection. “I’m warm and comfy here.”

Lily chuckled softly.

“Well, I need to get going, too,” she said and glanced at Hannah one more time. “Have fun getting up.”

Raphael shot her a look that hopefully said everything he was thinking on the topic, then he watched as Lily turned and walked towards her own rooms. It was time that he and Hannah did the same.

“Love, it’s time for bed,” he said and tried to pull her away from his body. “The sooner you get up, the sooner you can go to sleep.”

“Dunwanna,” she slurred and tried snuggling even closer.

“Hannah,” he said, trying to sound stern.

Instead, she pressed her lips to his neck and proceeded to gently nibble at his skin, right where he was most sensitive. He groaned and reluctantly pulled away from her touch.

“Hannah, no,” he repeated firmly. “Let’s go to our room to snuggle, if that’s what you want.”

Looking down at her, Raphael noted her closed eyes and rosy cheeks that strangely coincided with her red-stained lips. He frowned; he did not remember her putting on makeup before the dinner. He leaned and kissed her mouth.

“Did you have wine?” he asked, then frowned. “You hate drinking wine.”

Her face briefly folded into a grimace, though she never opened her eyes.

“Apparently it’s not appropriate to have mead with dinner in polite company,” she said softly. “Too bad I needed alcohol to improve my temper in front of that blasted nobleman.”

Raphael smiled to himself and leaned in for another kiss. It now made sense why Hannah was so sleepy; out of all the types of alcohol, wine always made her like this. Knowing he would not be able to convince her to move anytime soon, he shifted to stand up.

“Noooo…” Hannah whined. “Come back.”

He needed to do this fast, so without a preamble Raphael reached under her knees, put the other arm under her shoulders and heaved her up into his arms. As predicted, she squealed and grabbed around his neck in a vice grip. 

“What the fuck!” she exclaimed, definitely more awake now.

“I’m carrying you back to our room,” he announced in a casual tone. “Otherwise, you’ll fall asleep at the table and give yourself a crick in the neck.”

She grumbled something he couldn’t discern, though he had a suspicion it was her disapproval of being manhandled like this. 

“I’ve got you, mi alma,” he told her softly and held her even closer.

It wasn’t far to carry Hannah through the main hall and down the corridor of the Inquisitorial wing. While not a petite woman, she was a pleasant weight in his arms, and he wondered briefly why he didn’t do this more often. As he settled his beloved into bed, he smiled, content to be there for her in whatever capacity she needed him in.

[veridium]

What I should be doing: things.

What I have done: make all my OCs on another dollmaker because science.

Also!! First dollmaker where I made Cybel (in the bottom right corner)! And I’m love her!

If people wanna use this particular dollmaker the link is here. :)

[dracoangel]

The Price of Victory

Characters: Dorian Pavus, Alec Trevelyan Rating: SFW, Angst, Self Harm # of Words: 1,155

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Dorian had been loath to leave Alec after everything that happened.

The Magister gritted his teeth as he thought about that damnable elf that had caused all this. He refused to be thankful to Solas for saving his Amatus’ life, not after everything else.

He thought back to just before he left.

Alec had been in an oversize Orlesian bed, his left arm hidden under white bandages healing. He kept his head high and had even had enough strength to go to the Council and basically told the nobles where they could shove it, the Inquisition was no more. Dorian had been so proud! Alec had finally had enough, and his diplomatic façade finally cracked under everything that was heaped on him.

But the dark circles under his eyes, and the growing shadow of pain in his eyes belied the strength he tried to show. Alec was trying to be strong for Dorian, he said he would be fine in no time and not to worry. “Go back to Tevinter.” He said, “No doubt your people need you more than I do.”

Dorian had been so torn. He had nearly lost him. And now he was leaving him behind. At least temporarily, until Alec could travel. At least, so he hoped. But he had gone, and he hated himself every day for doing so.

Especially when the daily conversations he and Alec had via sending crystal became more infrequent, until they stopped all together.

Panic had seized Dorian when that happened. He wanted to leave Tevinter immediately, but something always stopped him. Until he got a letter from Cassandra.

With the help of Vivienne, Leliana and Cassandra, Alec had been put up in an Orlesian estate in Val Royeaux. A place where the three women could help look after him and help with the healing process of his arm.

But the letter stated that Alec had begun shutting everyone out. Vivienne tried bringing some of the best mage healers to help him, but he turned them all away. Leliana had tried to visit and see if he ever needed anything, no matter what it was – she had the connections after all. He would let her in, only to not disrespect the new Divine; but he never spoke.

He wallowed in the shadows, refusing to let any light into the room. He barely spoke but a few words to anyone and only ate enough to survive. Which wasn’t much Cassandra had said, if his weight loss was any indication.

She begged Dorian to come at once, perhaps he could help.

Nothing stopped him this time. He left Minrathous the day he got the letter.

Now he practically ran through the estate, after getting a servant to tell him where Alec’s room was.

He was down the hall when he heard a scream of pain echo down to him. Terror gripped his heart, making it painful to breath. He nearly ran headlong into the shut door before remembering he could just turn the door handle to open it instead.

Dorian burst into the room, his eyes frantically scanning the darkness trying to get them to adjust.

“Get. Out.” Alec growled from somewhere inside the room. “I have no need for anything today.”

“Amatus?” Dorian said. He’s alive, He thought and finally breathed, which was a mistake.

The room smelled stale and sour all at once, the smell of something – or in this case someone – that hadn’t been cleaned in some time.

“D-Dorian?” Alec asked in uncertainty.

Dorian’s eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, but he found the bed empty. “Amatus, where are you?”

“Go away, Dorian!” Alec pleaded from somewhere else in the room, Dorian heard the ruffling of cloth. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

He was taken back, never in all the years they’ve been together Alec never wanted him to leave. He frowned and brought up his hand. “I’m sorry, Amatus. I’m not doing that.” With a single word of power the room lit up in a pale blue light.

He finally found his husband curled up into the far corner of the room, trying in vain to get away from the light.

It pained Dorian to see his lover like that. His beautiful chestnut brown hair that he was meticulous about keeping clean, cut and slicked back was now oily and dull that said he hadn’t cleaned it in some time. His face that usually only had stubble covering now had a decent medium beard that looked like a rats nest. The only thing that looked clean on Alec was his clothes.

But more disconcerting to him was the hollowness in Alec’s eyes. The wonderful deep brown with flecks of green around the center had dulled like his hair. They were dark and filled with so much pain it made Dorian hurt for him.

He didn’t think it could get any worse. And then he saw Alec’s damaged left arm that had its bandages removed.

He knew what to expect, he had seen the limb when they bandaged it after they brought him back through the eluvians. It was horribly scarred thanks to the Mark, from his hand to his elbow. Lines of what looked like black corruption traveled up, but according to mage healers and doctors it wasn’t life threatening; simply more scarring from magic burns.

What Dorian hadn’t expected was to see the arm covered in blood from the elbow down.

“Alec!” He exclaimed in dismay and rushed to his lover’s side. “What happened?” He asked as he knelt beside Alec, that’s when he noticed the dried trials on his cheeks from tears.

Alec tried to pull away, but Dorian held firm. “Let go, Dorian!” He cried out in outrage and pain.

“No.” He growled and yelled, “Get some clean towels and hot water, NOW!” He hoped a servant was nearby. “What did you do, Amatus?” He asked Alec again as he inspected the hesitant cuts on his husband’s arm.

When Alec didn’t answer he raised his eyes and was shocked to see his head bowed and shoulders shaking from trying to hold back tears. Finally he raised the bloodied knife in his other hand and let it fall to the floor with a clatter.

“I can’t do this anymore, mo choì.” His voice croaked in obvious pain. “I can’t… I can’t. It hurts too much.”

Something broke in Dorian. He reached out and as gently as he could, pulled Alec to him, trying to ignore the blood and smell.

Alec fell heavily into his arms and curled up into his embrace. His whole body shook with silent cries into Dorian’s chest.

Dorian held him as tightly as he could, running his hand over Alec’s hair. “We’ll find something, Amatus.” He tried to hold back his own pain, the pain of his heartbreaking for his one love. “I’m not leaving you again until we do. We’ll find something.”

[bloodwrit]

for my pal @tk-duveraun ‘s Birthday! their oc Fox 💖

[tk-duveraun]

🍺 "Fox - what did you see in me that made me worth the time to speak to me and draw me in long enough to find out how broken I was?" asks Amrita. She knows that, once she had been drawn in, she had earnt his favour working with the children. But most people saw the robes and a wary expression and passed over her. (Companion AU)

(This is assuming she is very put together and post all of her companion quests in good end with Krem..)

Everyone is worth speaking to. Sometimes not for them. Sometimes it’s something that you have to gain from the interaction. A spirit healer interested in my children? How could I not want to cultivate a relationship?

I am nice, yes, but with purpose. I needed people to watch over my charges if I was going to help with the Inquisition.

Make no mistake, though, all relationships are about what you can gain. Sometimes it is only emotional support or fulfillment from interpersonal reactions. Most people don’t think of it this way because it makes them uncomfortable. Makes them feel as if they are using the people they love.

But the simple fact is we want to be used in this way. We want to help others and reach out and be that support because our spirits demand it. We hunger for it as much as a Spirit of Wisdom seeks knowledge. Our purpose, as people, is to be with people.

And, I’m sorry, dear sister, but it took perhaps five minutes at most to realize how broken you were. You may as well have had a sign around your neck. You have one now, of course, but it says that you are loved, even though you still question whether or not you deserve it.

You do.

Ask your own here.

[dominiquewesson]

Allen Trevelyan OC character from Dragon Age fandom.

Commission for a wonderful @dinah-myles​ Wacom Intuos Pen&Touch, Photoshop CC. Commission Info  | Support me with a ko-fi

[theluckywizard]

Hello! :) About the WIP ask… What about numbers 6, 9 and 11?

#9 What is your favorite dialogue you've written so far? Oh man that's a toughie. There are so many favorite! But it's probably this yet to be published exchange between my OC's Rose Trevelyan and Garrett Hawke as they sneak out of camp for a roll in the hay:

“What’s your fancy, wolves or spiders?” he asks when the baleful wail of the former cuts across the stillness. “Well a spider would probably have the grace to knock me out before tearing me apart. Can’t say the same about the wolves.” “Knock you out? They’ll paralyze you and make you watch as they suck up your guts like an Antivan cocktail,” he says with a bounce of his brows. He attempts to put his arm around me, the bow and quiver on my back an annoying impediment. He then tries to wedge it behind my neck but his arm is too bulky to fit. Hawke curses with a laugh. “Are my weapons thwarting your attempts to be cute?” “They are. But I told you to bring them so I only have myself to blame,” he says, settling for holding my hand which forces a flush into my cheeks hotter than anything else he’s ever done to me. We round an outcropping near Alistair’s cave and Hawke looks around and nods approvingly as if the features of the landscape offer just what we need. “Have you found your sense of adventure yet?” he asks, looking under a bush. “It’s got to be here somewhere.” I swat him in the arse. Hawke grins, pulling me against him for the kiss I’ve been trying not to think about for a solid week. I slide my tongue into his mouth so boldly that he retreats to scold me playfully. “Don’t act like you didn’t want me to do that!” I cry. “Oh I do. I just like getting a rise out of you,” he says, dropping his sword belt with a clunk. He pulls his cloak off, shakes it out wide across the damp grass and then dives back in for more of me. “Cave troll,” I mutter in his mouth. “Eastern or Crested?” he asks when he takes a breath, prompting an unbecoming snort. “Get your clothes off.” “Of course, Your Worship.”

#11 What scene are you most hyped for in this chapter?

In the chapter I am currently working on, it's absolutely the first time they encounter the undead of Crestwood, or rather devouring corpses. I really amplified the terror here, Crestwood village boxed in behind a makeshift barricade of furniture and timbers snapped into spikes, the corpses possessed by hunger demons feasting upon errant livestock. The Grey Wardens after Alistair are clearly overwhelmed by the time the Inquisitor and her crew show up. It's been a lot of fun to sink my teeth into those spooky vibes this time of year!

#6 Does this fic have any twists that you're really proud of? (Answer below the jump because spoilers for the fic)

My OC Rose attributes this fox she always sees to her brother, a mage who died as a child as a result of possession. He loved foxes. He had red hair like her. So when she sees this fox, she's got this whole mythology cooked up that it's him and he's checking on her or trying to tell her she's on the right path. Turns out it's actually Flemythal the whole time.

👀

[contreparry]

happy friday / dadwc!! For the soft headcanons prompts, may I submit: their favorite drink, for any OC you'd like?

Oh yes! Here’s a small Trevelyan at Ostwick Circle for @dadrunkwriting !

It was a special treat for a special day. Not something that she would ever mark on a calendar, of course, nor something she’d ever tell anyone but her closest of confidantes, but today was a special day for Evelyn Trevelyan, apprentice Mage and herbalist and she was determined to celebrate it properly with a snack and a pot of her favorite tea.

Today was the anniversary of the day she met Enchanter Lydia.

Lydia wasn’t an Enchanter at the time, just an apprentice, and Evelyn was a new arrival at the Circle- six, almost seven, and terrified. She was certain she did something terribly wicked to be sent away from home to live with strangers. Evelyn begged anyone who would listen for a scrap of paper and a quill (“I promise to return the quill and ink! I’ll be very careful!”) so she could write an apology to her father. She hadn’t meant to burn the curtains, truly she hadn’t! She was only searching for a book in his study, and the step stool wobbled underneath her, and then there was fire- she didn’t mean it!

But no one gave her parchment or ink. The older Mages would shake their heads and urge her to play with the others, to mind her lessons and her manners, to be a good girl. The Templars mostly ignored her. They ignored everyone. At sixteen Evelyn understood why- it was much easier to watch your charges if you weren’t emotionally attached- but at the time she was hurt, baffled by their coldness.

It was during one of those days, after another unsuccessful morning of asking for paper, that Lydia happened upon her in the herb garden. Evelyn was practicing her letter on her slate, clutching the chalk in her short, chubby fingers as she carefully formed each letter.

“I... am... sorry... for b-u-r-n-i-n-g the.... the...” Evelyn paused, trying to remember how to spell curtains. C? K? Kurtans? Yes, that must be it- but no, it looked wrong! Evelyn scrubbed at the slate with her sleeve and started over. Dear Father, I am sorry for burning the...

“My, such a serious face!” a girl exclaimed. Evelyn looked up from her slate and into a pair of merry bright green eyes and hair that looked like a golden cloud around a sharp face like a fox. Evelyn scrunched in on herself, clutched her slate to her chest, and scowled. She knew the girl was one of the older Apprentices, one who was going to have her Harrowing soon. Whatever a Harrowing was. It sounded terrible. The girl smiled a lot. Laughed. Chewed on her nails (mama said that was a filthy habit). But she always gave Evelyn scraps of parchment when she asked.

“Was I interrupting your solitude?” The girl asked.

“Yes,” Evelyn replied, but the older girl didn’t leave. Instead she lifted the hem of her robe, crossed the gravel path, then sat down on a half rotted log where one of the Enchanters was attempting to grow mushrooms (with little success).

“I thought you might be hungry. You missed tea time,” the girl explained. “I brought you something, though!” She held up a handkerchief in her outstretched palm. A tea cake, soaked in some sweet syrup and a bit squished from where the girl had stored in her her pocket, glistened temptingly in the sunshine. Evelyn was rather hungry. She hadn’t had much breakfast, having woken up late, and lunch was far away. The tea cake looked tasty, but that meant staying here with the smiling older girl who was nice, yes, but she wasn’t familiar. She wasn’t home, and Evelyn wanted to go home.

“I-” Evelyn was about to voice her denial when her stomach grumbled. She snatched the slightly squished tea cake from the girl’s hand and took a nibble. Lemon. Stodgy. But she ate it anyway. The girl pulled out a thermos and two little wooden cups from her pockets. And a tin of biscuits. How big were her pockets, anyway?

“Chamomile tea. I dry the flowers myself,” the girl said proudly. “I’m Lydia. And you are...?”

“...Evelyn. Trevelyan,” Evelyn offered hesitantly, taking the warm cup Lydia offered. The girl smiled broadly and drank from her own cup. Evelyn mimicked the older girl. The tea was sweet and tasted like apples, even if it was a little bitter afterwards. She eyed the open tin of biscuits cautiously.

“It’s good to meet you, Evelyn. Eat up! You’re far too small to skip out on meals,” Lydia scolded before offering the tin.

That was how their friendship began- friendship, mentorship, all these things and more. Lydia was only a little older than her oldest brother, Maxwell, and Evelyn wondered if she clung to her mentor so fiercely out of the need for a pseudo-sibling in the Circle, or because Lydia was the first soul who listened to her, who helped her. Regardless of the reasons, Evelyn was firmly attached to her mentor, and today was always a special day. Evelyn pulled out a tin of biscuits from her chest and a satchel of dried chamomile flowers for tea before she tucked them into a case with her tea set.

Time to seek out Enchanter Lydia and have tea, Evelyn thought as she skipped out of the dormitories. Tea was best shared with a friend, after all!

[rederiswrites]

OC Height Comparison Chart

@opal-bee​ did this nifty chart (site here) and I wanted to play too.

I just used my Dragon Age characters. Canon love interests are there in grey for comparison, except Annis’ Alistair, who I also accept as being 6 feet, same as Cullen, who is there. 

The site works in metric, but here are their heights in feet and inches, which is how my brain understands height.

Zevran I’ve put at 5′4″, short for an elf but also, to my mind, unusually broad-shouldered.

Aedan Cousland is fucking huge by any reasonable standard, 6′7″ and built like Thor. He throws the whole damn chart off visually.

Annis Amell is 5′2″, but what the chart won’t let me show is that she’s also fat and stacked. She doesn’t get any lighter hiking around and fighting, just stronger.

Jeannie Hawke is slim and lithe, and just over 5′4″

Fenris I didn’t really have a specific height in mind for and I don’t remember what canon says. I just see him as being...average elf dude height? So I put him at 5′6″

Ainsley Trevelyan, the only one here who isn’t in the Little Fox canon, is also 5′6″. She’s built sturdy, not particularly curvy but solid.

Cullen Rutherford I put at 6′, which I think fits well enough with the information we’re provided.

Samhal Lavellan is my smallest guy at not quite 5′3″, small even for an elf. He’s not built as narrow as the base model male elf, with shoulders and, at least initially, some padding over smooth dancer’s muscle. He gets pretty rundown though.

Solas I’ve made tall for an elf but not for a human, and put at 5′9″

[chaos-crews]

Monsterhearts II:

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Timothy Joshua Amber (he/him, ghost)

Tag: Timmy

Ship tag(s): Timmy/Peter, Timmy/Meyer

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Nora Cynthia Harrowood (she/her, werewolf)

Tag: Nora

Ship tag(s): N/A

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Dorothea Augusta Finlay (she/her, vampire)

Tag: Dorothea

Ship tag(s): Dorothea/Ivy

Dungeons & Dragons:

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Midra Ianessa (she/her, half-elf)

Tag: Nessa

Ship tag(s): Nessa/Eira

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Raven Elaren (she/her, elf)

Tag: Raven

Ship tag(s): N/A

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Figogran Pytrand Myrdel Ashblight (he/him, dwarf)

Tag: Figo

Ship tag(s): N/A

Dragon Age:

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Freya Eleanor Haelia Cousland-Theirin (she/her, human)

Tag: Freya

Ship tag(s): Freya/Max, Freya/Alistair

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Ronya Adaia Tabris (any pronouns, elf)

Tag: Ronya

Ship tag(s): Ronya/Zevran

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Lowren Endrin Aeducan (he/him, dwarf)

Tag: Lowren

Ship tag(s): N/A

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Tarenan Mahariel (he/him, elf)

Tag: Tarenan

Ship tag(s:) Tarenan/Morrigan

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Corin Moira Amell (she/her, human)

Tag: Corin

Ship tag(s:) Corin/Leliana

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Satine Leandra Hawke (she/they, human)

Tag: Satine

Ship tag(s): Satine/Isabela/Merrill

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Achilles Carver Hawke (he/him, human)

Tag: Achilles

Ship tag(s): Achilles/Fenris

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Aslan Malcolm Hawke (he/they, elf)

Tag: Aslan

Ship tag(s): Aslan/Anders

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Katla Rosetta Cadash (she/her, vashoth)

Tag: Katla

Ship tag(s): Katla/Sera

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Percywal Brett Oswald Trevelyan (he/him, human)

Tag: Percywal

Ship tag(s): Percywal/Cassandra

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Elgaravel Lavellan (she/her, elf)

Tag: Gara

Ship tag(s): Gara/Solas

Mind Blind (@mindblindbard):

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Sydney Amethyst Wiseman (she/they, human)

Tag: Syd

Ship tag(s): Syd/Rosy

Lost Lambs (@lostlambs-ifgame):

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Alice Sunder (any pronouns, human)

Tag: Magpie

Ship tag(s): N/A

Our Life: Beginnings & Always:

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Tyler Sylvester (he/him, human)

Tag: Tyler

Ship tag(s): Tyler/Derek

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Maya Kyra Holden (née Flynn) (She/her, human)

Tag: Maya

Ship tag(s): Maya/Cove

The X-Files:

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Elizabeth Campbell (she/her, human)

Tag: Liz

Ship tag(s): Fox/Liz

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Jaqueline Amelia Waterston (she/her, human)

Tag: Jackie

Ship tag(s): Jackie/Dana, Jackie/Jed, Jackie/Nancy

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Fox William Mulder-Scully (he/him, human)

Please note: He is not to be confused with Fox Mulder™️ as owned and written by series creator Chris Carter (Derogatory) this Fox is quite different, as is his occupation and his traumas!

Tag: Fox

Ship tag(s): Fox/Liz, Fox/Dana

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OCs without their own tag:

Peter Marsh, Monsterhearts II (ship tag)

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Ivy Young, Monsterhearts II (ship tag)

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Maxine Gilmore, Dragon Age (ship tag)

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Jediaha Willis, The X-Files (ship tag)

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Nancy Reed, The X-Files (ship tag)

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Posts that apply to/mention all characters are tagged as: Everyone