#scvcnofswords

[fadewalking]

@scvcnofswords is in the poetry corner with Solas.

Solas was falling asleep. For the third time in the past sixty seconds, he caught himself opening his eyes after swearing he would not close them again. With a sigh of defeat, he conceded. A break from his work was necessary.

Standing, he rubbed the lull of sleep from his eyes and sought to find Regin. It was not too difficult a task. She had her favorite perches he'd come to know. This time, he found her in a loft that overlooked their kitchenette. She was hunched over a journal, writing something he couldn’t quite make out. If she noticed his ascent into her space, she had yet to call it out before he reached her side.

"May I bother you?" he asked, settling himself down beside her. His curiosity failed to wait for her answer. "What is it that has your focus so captured?"

[blightworn]

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myself: tbh i'm proud of myself for coming back and diving in and reaching out to people and being so open and willing to talk to others. i genuinely haven't acted ANYTHING like this since 2013, and the reception has (mostly) been very positive, and i'm appreciative to everyone following me for being wonderful and receptive to my freak!!

[chaos--mode]

Ren can absolutely not manage to keep a straight face once the spells and daggers stop flying. she's usually not quite this jovial when she's dragged along into the Hossberg Wetlands. too wet and muggy and uncomfortable warm, in a way that she does not like.

but right now Rook is covered nearly head to toe in muck and, well. maybe she's just a little bit childish, because it's funny, all right, leave her alone!

@scvcnofswords, for their part, does not look pleased with the situation. ❝ just don't tell them you saw me, because this is embarrassing. ❞

she bites the inside of her cheek in an effort to stifle the worst of her grin. it doesn't really work. she reaches up to try and help them clear a bit of the sludge from their face. at arm's length, of course ; Ren definitely doesn't want to get any of it on her. not more than she has to, at least.

❝ you got knocked on your ass mid-fight, ❞ Ren offers, a weak olive branch considering she's still barely managing to keep her laughter to herself. ❝ that's not really embarrassing, is it? ❞

she supposes it's less that Rook got blasted 20 or so feet, and more that they landed right in the deepest part of the mud swamp they'd been fighting right next to.

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( currently accepting! )

[immortalmuses]

@scvcnofswords liked for an Iron Bull one-liner!

ㅤㅤㅤ"... So." The Iron Bull begins with the obvious, twirling his finger at the space around Litriu (eventhough she appears to be standing alone). "You kinda have a thing... for Animals."

ㅤㅤㅤThe Qunari lofts his eyebrows, expression transparently keen, "Ever pet a Dragon?"

[berthindeath]

@scvcnofswords asked: ❛  07 .   a  kiss  to  say  what  you  can’t  say  aloud . (litriu) // accepting

The  weight  of  his  arm  thrown  over  her  shoulder  is  heavier  than  she'd  expected.  Not  due  to  the  bulk  of  the  fade  corrupted  man,  but  the  emotional  weight  of  his  rescue.  Though  she  has  not  known  Litriu  for  very  long,  she  had  been  quick  to  demonstrate  her  nature.  To  see  those  eyes  swelling  with  tears,  shed  unrepentant  as  she  was  forced  to  realize  that  she  had  been  parted  from  Alistair,  her  brother  in  arms,  for  a  decade.

Of  course,  it  all  made  sense  then.  Why  Litriu  had  been  willing  to  enter  the  Fade,  with  far  less  reservations  than  what  she'd  have  expected  after  what  had  been  documented.  Had  she  and  Alistair  not  traversed  the  raw  fade  once  before?  How  it  had  almost  consumed  them  in  their  fears?  Why  would  you  elect  to  come  back?

To  find  what  had  been  lost.

With  him  settled  in,  unconscious  but  comfortable,  she'd  left  them  alone  with  Emmrich  so  that  he  could  provide  as  much  healing  as  the  poor  man  could  need  after  what  he's  endured.  She  also  had  not  wanted  to  crowd  them  when  they  needed  time  to  reacquaint  and  she  dare  not  interrupt  that.

The  knock  upon  her  door  isn't  expected,  but  as  she  opens  the  door  it  reveals  Litriu  standing  there  as  though  she  might  bolt  before  any  words  could  be  exchanged.  But  as  she  observes  the  elvhen  woman,  noting  that  she  hasn't  taken  the  chance  to  run,  Gwendolyn  steps  back  to  grant  her  entry.

She  has  half  a  mind  to  offer  to  make  tea,  anything  that  might  cut  the  silence  that's  forming.  But  Litriu  senses  it  and  turns  to  her,  her  eyes  that  once  would  look  upon  only  sidelong,  now  look  into  her  eyes.  It's  disarming  in  a  way  that  has  Gwendolyn's  eyes  fluttering,  and  her  heart  beginning  to  heat  faster.

"  You  helped  me  f-find  him.  "  She  cuts  in  bluntly,  the  stammer  almost  imperceptible  as  she  stands  here  and  does  her  best  to  combat  how  uncomfortable  she  feels  being  this  vulnerable  in  front  of  her.  Then,  she  takes  a  few  cursory  steps  toward  her  as  she  stares  at  Gwen  with  glassy,  heather  grey  eyes.  "  Thank  you.  "  She  rasps  out,  her  jaw  offsetting  and  readjusting.  There's  something  else  that  glints  in  her  eyes,  as  if  there  was  more  she  wanted  to  say  but  the  words  get  lost  in  her  throat,  tangled  in  the  emotions  she  struggles  to  allow  herself  to  feel.

"  It  was  no  question,  Litriu.  We  would  never  leave  him  behind—and  he  never  will  be  again.  "  She  promises,  one  she  intends  to  keep  for  as  long  as  she  will  allow  her  to.  Gwen  doesn't  move  from  her  spot  as  she  waits  for  Litriu  to  approach  her  on  her  own,  but  there's  a  thinly  veiled  longing  that  glitters  in  the  mage's  eyes  as  the  ranger  slowly  moves  closer  to  her.  It's  when  they  are  within  arm's  length  does  Gwen's  hand  dare  make  the  attempt  to  reach  for  her,  lithe  digits  reaching  to  brush  red  locks  off  of  the  other  woman's  shoulder  so  that  her  face  might  be  more  visible  to  her.  She  notes  Litriu  tenses  somewhat  at  the  gesture  but  doesn't  fully  pull  away,  instead  her  hand  finds  the  curve  of  Rook's  elbow  and  uses  it  as  a  means  to  pull  them  closer  together.

Finally.

Gwen  sighs  in  relief  as  their  lips  brush,  tentative  at  first  before  they  finally  lock.  It's  gentle,  testing  in  a  way  that  is  uncertain  at  first.  But  it  gives  way  to  a  slow  melt,  as  a  rhythm  seems  to  form  as  Gwendolyn's  hand  skates  over  Litriu's  cheek,  a  slow  deepening  as  she  might  seek  entry—if  the  warden  would  allow  it.  It's  granted  after  a  brief  pause,  curious.  The  mage  draws  her  tongue  against  hers,  feeling  the  ranger's  hands  drift  up  her  arms  then  shifting  to  grasp  at  her  back  to  bring  them  closer.  She  does  not  push  it  farther  as  she  finally  pulls  back,  but  doesn't  stray  too  far  instead  presses  their  foreheads  together  as  she  takes  this  moment  to  breathe  her  in.

No  words  are  spoken  as  Gwendolyn  pulls  back  from  the  other  woman  but  still  reaches  to  take  her  hands  within  her  own,  leading  Litriu  further  into  the  room.  No  expectations,  no  pressure,  but  for  as  long  as  she  needs,  Gwendolyn  offers  her  comfort.  Her  arms,  her  kiss,  her  presence—for  as  long  as  she  would  ever  need. 

[lostinquisitor]

snapdragon, southernwood, and willow for the botanical headcanons?

botanical headcanons // accepting!

SNAPDRAGON: is your muse merciful? why or why not?

not really, no.

that’s not to say he’s ruthless. he isn’t the opposite of merciful, it’s just not a core virtue. he’s a kind man, a generous and loving man, but these are luxuries reserved for ameridan the husband and friend and father. inquisitor ameridan, keeper ameridan, fade-hunter ameridan cannot afford to indulge in mercy as much as he might like. what if he is wrong? what if he spares someone today who tomorrow kills ten? he is a warrior, no judicial court goes where he goes, he himself is judge-jury-executioner for those who meet him in the field. if he kills ten now, can he spare a city later?

he doesn’t disbelieve in rehabilitation, but he considers that a matter of the soul that has little to do with him. he minimizes cost of life where he can and that’s often as close to merciful as he can be. but compared to the world around him it feels like progress.

SOUTHERNWOOD: how seriously does your muse take themself? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter?

ameridan takes everything around him very seriously but that includes the joy. from youth to old-age he values both the intensity of scholarship and governance and theology and also nights spent in good company laughing and dancing and drinking. these aren’t contradictory environments to him, or moods that cannot be mixed. he wants to engage with love (of friends and family, of nation, of the divine, of life) whatever the form. if anything, he finds those who rarely unbend and those who are rarely serious to be equally juvenile.

WILLOW: how does your muse handle sadness & depression?

POORLY. ameridan is a man of big emotions and their extremes can leave him quite battered.

in the past (quite literally The Past) he always had a robust support system, if not a particularly extensive one. the late ancient age and early divine age were not gentle years. they had each other, they had faith in themselves and their comrades to ultimately prevail, they had hope. these things buoyed him against horrors beyond description.

he doesn’t have any of that in the dragon age. everyone he loved, everyone he hated, everyone he could have ever conceived of knowing is centuries in the grave. their faith is a plea that has never had response and never will. they did not prevail. their hope turned around and ate itself. if left to his own devices he would never be making it out of the frostback basin alive.

[coldjustness]

Y’ALL YOU REALIZE NEVE’S BLANKETS AND PILLOWS ARE LIKELY IN THAT CRATE NEXT TO HER BED, RIGHT.

[fadewalking]

@scvcnofswords liked for a one-liner.

From Solas @ Regin

"I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about."

[circlefled]

'what stands out about my portrayal' - honestly just the sort of sheer artistry to how you write; you paint pictures with the internal dialogue that's honestly so engaging and lovely to read, and it strikes so viscerally. every emotion you put your characters through reads in a way that you can channel that feeling, and really experience the moods and scenes you're bringing to life

What is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out?

gonna be honest here i've re-read this one a few times and every time it makes me smile so big. I'm glad you enjoy reading all of the spirals i give this man because they're a joy to write.

[blightworn]

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@scvcnofswords | oc positivity meme: always accepting!

aaaaaaa so many thank you!!

@berthindeath: I LOVE GWEN SO BAD !!!! she's such a strong and embodied character that has so many well-defined sides to her that i'm really excited to explore!!

@abanbas: SIRE SIRE SIRE !!! niko has a really special character here. i love him, he loves so deeply and wears his heart on his sleeve, does his best but is fallible as everyone else. he feels REAL in a way that just. ugh. chef kiss.

@prophetries: EVELYN IS SO METAL!! i'm not really a huge fan of the inquisitor as a base character so tbh i didn't think i'd really care for an inq muse but ugh.... i love her so much. she's unwell...

@ymirgel: YMIR IS SO FUCKING COOL 10/10 would let her glare me into oblivion bc im weak. i love her manner of speech a lot

@theodosiani: FRAUKE AND BIRDIE!!!! ugh. cheating here but i can't help it they have amazing characters!!! i love every headcanon and thought about them, i read them Avidly.

[abanbas-a]

@scvcnofswords asked: "I fear the past melancholy is returning."

NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.

Sitting down next to them, Sire as per usual, took his sweet herbs and began packing them into his pipe. " Melancholy is forever, just like all feelings, we just cycle through whatever ones help are brains get it." He lit the pipe with his pinky before shaking his hand, as if he'd actually get burned. "That's the wonderful thing about things. They all pass, new things come and old things stay just how you left them, like a rock needing turning."

They lay a hand on Harrow's shoulder before smiling, puffing smoke butterflies into the air, leaning back on his palm to see them better. "But right now, you feel it right?" He turns to them, furrowing his brow. " So then, tell me...What's the old melancholy telling you?"

[immortalmuses]

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[berthindeath]

@scvcnofswords asked: "What if they kissed?" (emmrich. for reasons.) // accepting

"  It's  too  much.  " "  Nonsense,  it's  the  least  I  can  do,  after  all.  Besides,  you  can't  very  well  be  expected  to  wear  what  you'd  arrived  in.  "

Everything  she's  ever  owned  very  well  could  be  thrown  into  the  cavernous  nothingness  of  the  pocket  of  Fade  beneath  the  Manor.  It's  been  far  too  long  for  the  half-lich  to  think  she  has  not  been  killed  or  captured,  what  use  of  it  would  she  have?  And  that  meant  that  she's  been  wearing  what  she'd  been  wearing  the  night  she  arrived  at  the  Lighthouse,  or  has  been  donated  to  her  by  the  others.  That  is,  until  they'd  found  themselves  in  Treviso.

Her  hands  ever  so  slightly  shake  as  she  cradles  the  parcel  of  garments  that  had  just  been  purchased  for  her  by—him.  It's  not  something  she  could've  ever  asked  for,  she  very  well  almost  didn't  have  her  own  life  to  possess.  Still,  Emmrich  walks  alongside  her  as  they  exit  the  shop,  her  fingers  tightening  around  the  wrapped  garments  like  they  were  something  to  treasure.  Such  delicate  fabrics,  finer  than  anything  she's  ever  owned  in  her  life  that  she  does  not  feel  worthy  of.

She  doesn't  notice  in  her  internalizing  that  a  tear  had  slipped  free,  exposing  the  effect  his  kindness  has  had  upon  her.  She  feels  a  gloved  thumb  sweeping  it  across  the  height  of  her  cheek  and  it  has  her  suddenly  looking  up  at  him  as  he  can  see  the  tears  that  swim  within  them,  threatening  to  spill  just  like  the  last.

"  I  am  sorry,  Gwendolyn,  I  had  only  intended—  "

But  she  silences  his  words  with  her  lips  over  his  in  a  lingering  kiss.  It's  less  desperate  than  their  first,  but  still  overwhelming  as  the  gift  presses  between  their  bodies.  They  stand  in  the  crowded  market,  the  warmth  of  the  sun  bathing  them  in  afternoon  sunlight,  the  city's  inhabitants  walking  around  them  without  a  thought  paid  in  their  direction.  But  she's  earnest  as  the  tips  of  her  fingers  drift  down  the  side  of  his  smooth  jawline  as  she  feels  his  hands  seek  her  sides  to  draw  her  into  him  tighter.  It's  slow  in  it's  softness,  feeling  one  of  his  hands  drag  across  her  back  with  his  long  fingers  splaying  against  her  waist.  He  envelops  her  as  his  freed  hand  reaches  to  cradle  her  cheek  within  it,  stealing  this  moment.

She  can  pretend  she's  just  a  woman,  kissing  the  man  she  has  longed  for,  never  thought  would  return  her  affections  no  matter  how  much  she  wished  it  into  existence.  Pretend  she  is  not  a  broken  thing,  indebted  to  him  for  the  very  air  in  her  lungs,  nor  fearing  that  he  only  pities  her.

The  kiss  parts  and  she's  met  with  a  smolder  in  his  hazel  eyes,  his  fingers  having  drifted  into  the  thick  of  her  hair  as  he  holds  the  base  of  her  skull.  She  goes  to  speak  her  gratitude  but  he  shakes  his  head,

"  No,  please,  I  insisted.  "  He  speaks  in  a  tone  that  gives  away  the  effect  of  the  kiss,  her  eyes  catching  how  he  wets  his  lips  as  if  parched.  Her  throat  suddenly  feels  dry.  "  I  will  not  have  you  thinking  this  is  more  than  you  deserve.  When  it  is  hardly  enough.  "

And  she—believes  him.

For  the  first  time  she  allows  herself  to  trust  him.  It  has  her  nodding  wordlessly  but  her  chin  trembles  from  his  tenderness.  It  has  renewed  tears  swelling  in  her  eyelids,  feeling  the  hand  on  the  back  of  her  head  draw  her  back  in  but  for  him  to  press  his  lips  to  her  forehead  this  time.  It  is  all  it  takes  for  her  she  slam  her  eyes  shut  as  the  tears  freely  spill.  She  chokes,  a  keening  sound  leaving  her  throat  as  she  gives  in.  She  feels  his  lips  linger  against  her  skin  as  she  weeps,  not  seeing  how  his  own  eyes  are  burning  with  unshed  tears  as  they  slide  closed.  His  hand  holding  her  squeezes  her  waist,  holding  her  as  close  to  his  chest  as  he  can  as  she  cries,  whispering  into  her  hairline,  "  I  have  you  now,  my  dear.  I  promise.  "

And  she  believes  him.

[fadewalking]

@scvcnofswords is playing The Game.

With one arm tucked loosely across his chest, the other cradled his second or third glass of wine. Solas remained vaguely vigilant of not overindulging. It wouldn't be proper. Even in the wake of his success in wrestling control of the Eluvians back from Briala's command. He was, after all, meant to be keenly scrutinizing the ballroom for any plots against the Empress Celene.

Not that he cared for the task much at all. He had no wish to see her dead, per se, but securing her seat of power was hardly more appealing. The only outcome perhaps worse than that was to see the would-be usurper, Gaspard, brute-force his way to the throne. He was no champion of The Great Game, rather a militant strategist. A brilliant one, from all that Solas had learned of him. But neither he nor Celene deserved the right to rule, in his opinion. They would both predictably squander it. He would have hoped for something more interesting. And the night was young. More interesting had ample time to find him.

As it was, he was thoroughly content in his private celebration. The Elven servants discovered his sweet tooth and were generous enough to keep him supplied. He regarded them with the respect he imagined few others in attendance could be bothered to offer.

So, warmed with his indulgences, Solas leaned against the base of some intricate marbled statue, smiling to himself as he swam in the nostalgia born from the gilded sea around him. It would later strike him as an ironic sensation to feel so rightly in-place. Especially despite how othered he typically felt, even among those he ought to have more in common with than rich-blooded human nobles.

But self-reflection would come later. For now, he could go on all night as he judged the wretched ostentation of Orlesian 'fashion' and eavesdropped on whatever rumors spilled from the too-loose lips that found their way in earshot.

[fatalexmonstrum]

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.” (regin lavellan)

Random Dialogue | @scvcnofswords

"Yeah, sure, but there's always one other option..." Kar began with a lilt in her voice. The expression in her face perhaps just a little bit of trouble.

"You can always smash the dealer's face repeatedly into the table, grab what coin you can, and run."

Or stab. Stabbing things is always an option.

[blightworn]

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omg yes!! i'm so excited to; i love your ocs !!