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[emilesmuseassemblya]

                  [MUSES]                    [RULES]                   [COMPACT PROMO]

[endtablefororphans]

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If you’re still here to see this: I have quietly MOVED blog.

[emusecollective]

Character Aesthetics!

001.    THE  FAIRY.

chipped nail polish.  glitter highlight.  tall trees with smooth bark.  tangled hair.   the taste of sugar.   talking too loud and too fast.  overgrown flowers in your hair.  crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.   flirting.   walking home at three am with no coat.   platonic hand holding.   blowing smoke out of your nose.  dragonfly wings.  chaotic good.  freckles.  fairy rings.  secret meetings.  gender nonconformity.  leather.  smudged eyeliner.  forbidden fruit.

002.    THE  REAPER.

computer errors.  a shiver down your spine.  haunting beauty.  hard liquor.  crowns of thorns.  shadowed alleyways.   decaying plant matter.  shattered mirrors and broken glass.  corrupted memories.  stopped clocks.  the scent of stale cigarettes.  tattered black hoodies.  walking your friends home.  the crescent moon.  the sea.  a graveyard on a foggy day.  cold rings on cold fingers.  absolution.  looking out of the window of an airplane.  soft kisses.

003.    THE  WITCH.

graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing.  worn paperback books.  growing up too fast.  parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  lace and combat boots.  moth wings.  candles on every surface.  a weathered deck of cards.   turning the music up.   fireflies in jars.  calloused fingers.  drawing on your skin.  sunlight filtering through clouds.  petrichor.  a dying rose in a jar.  wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions of spells.  black cats.  mint gum.  chapped lips.  dirt under your fingernails.  the cycle of life and death.

004.    THE  WOLF.

murders of crows.   frostbitten leaves.  wolves howling at midnight.  knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals.  the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey.  tiny red buds on trees.  claw marks on the walls.  golden eyes.  slightly too long stubble.  knitted fingerless gloves.  sleeping on the forest floor.  always find your way back home.

Tagged by  @dwellsinme Tagging  @poeticatenebris, my own side blogs @uncovereliminate and @stillfollowsme, and anyone else

[pellelavellan-a]

[ dance ] {{ Lillith - stillfollowsme }}

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[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine 

Pelle didn’t often dance in front of people who weren’t his clan. Of course, his people had their little celebrations and holidays where they might play a little music. Sometimes he and his friends would dance around just for a bit of fun but it was never more than that. 

And that’s exactly what this was right now as well, just a bit of fun. Just because their inquisitor, Gin, was an elf, did not mean there was an abundance of their people wandering around. Pelle liked to befriend the elves he met where he could, something in him often told him both of them found comfort in familiarity. 

Lillith often kept to himself, he had for as long as Pelle had known him even before the both of them chose to serve under a banner. He wasn’t the warmest of people, but he had never been unkind to Pelle. 

The music playing wasn’t anything fancy, just the work of a lute and a small drum. A few others danced to the music aside from Pelle, just fooling around. The young elf was dancing himself when he urged Lillith to join him. 

“It’s just a bit of fun.” He told him, “come dance with me.” He asked, smiling. 

@stillfollowsme

[lathal-a]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑     𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘     𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓      ━━━  *     repost !  don’t reblog !    

Iveani

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇.

# 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂:     1    /    2    /    3 + 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴:     high    /    average   /    deep 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙽���:     yes  /   no 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁:     confident /    shy    /   approachable    /    hostile    /    other 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴:     slumped    /    straight   /    stiff    /   relaxed 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂:     head tilting   /    swaying   /    fidgeting  /    stuttering    /    gesturing    /   arm crossing  /   strokes chin    /   er, um, or other interjections    /   plays with hair/clothing    /    hands at hips   /   inconsistent eye contact   /    maintains eye contact    /    frequent pausing   /    stands close  /    stands at distance

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈:     ◼◼◼◻◻ 𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:     ◼◼◼◼◼ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴:    ◼◼◼◼◻.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈:     ◼◼◻◻◻. . 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈:     ◻◻◻◻◻.

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘.    

arse.    ass.    asshole.    bastard.   bitch.    bloody.   bugger.   bollocks.    chicken shit.    crap.   cunt.    dick.    frick.    fuck.    horseshit.   motherfucker.    piss.    prick.   screw.    shit.   shitass.    son of a bitch.    twat.    wanker.    pussy.

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓.  

christ on a bike.    christ on a cracker.    damn.    goddamn.   godsdamn.   (bloody) hell.    holy shit.    jesus.    jesus christ.    jesus h christ.    jesus h.    roosevelt christ.    lord sithis have mercy.   jesus, mary and joseph.    sweet jesus.  

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?    

contractions or enunciation ?    straightforward or cryptic ?   jargon or toned ?    complexity or simplicity?   finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ?    masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ?    formalities or abrasiveness ?    praise or equivocation ?    frankness or lies ?   excessive or minimal hand gestures (excluding sign language) ?   name-calling or magnanimity ?   friendly or blunt nicknames ?

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝙳𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 ? almost always   /    frequently    /    sometimes   /    rarely    /    never 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 ? almost always    /    frequently    /    sometimes    /    rarely    /    never 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ?     almost always    /    frequently    /    sometimes    /    rarely   /    never 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? almost always    /   frequently    /    sometimes    /    rarely    /    never 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ?   yes    /    no    /    only ironically 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ? but    /    though    /   although    /    however    /    perhaps   /    mayhaps 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? walk away   /    ask if that’s everything    /    say that that’s everything  /    give a proper goodbye  /    tell their company they’re done here    /   remain quiet   /    they don’t 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ? titles   /    first names    /   surnames    /   full names /    nicknames 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙾, 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 ? upper   /    middle    /    lower 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ? accent    /    vocabulary    /    tone    /   level    /    politeness   /    brusqueness    /   it doesn’t

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[lathal]

“Don’t beat yourself up over this. Be kind to yourself, it’s not your fault.” {{ Lillith - stillfollowsme }}

Hurt/Comfort Sentence Starters

“I know. Ultimately, no one could have known what was coming,” Iveani said with a sigh, then added, “Now we just need to make sure it can’t happen again.”

Knowing it intellectually didn’t mean it had really sunk in, however. Haven had been a disaster. She didn’t even want to think about how many people had died there. She knew she hadn’t tried to end up with the mark. She knew she had done the right thing by recruiting the mages to help seal the breach. Still, the fact that Corypheus had destroyed Haven because of her made her feel sick to her stomach. She knew she shouldn’t blame herself, but part of her still did. 

If it happened again, it would be different. The Inquisition had been placed in her hands. Like it or not, if there was a next time, it absolutely would be her fault.

[dryadalismagicae]

( @stillfollowsme Lyri @ Fenris)

"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."

Edgar Allan Poe

[emilesmuseassemblya]

❔

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

Gin Manadh  (only in case of Iveani’s companion AU)

Lillith Lavellan

Vallen Andras

Varsi Tabris  (as possible Warden contact instead of Vallen)

[emilesmuseassemblya]

Some edits I made for this month’s Muse Spotlight

image 1  from in - game

image 2  from the Ruben de Wilde photo - shoot

image 3  from a GMV / trailer still

[dryadalismagicae]

Do a super quick list of your favorite blogs. go.

OOC: You just caught me before heading off for the night - omg, okay. ‘@stillfollowsme , @thecacklingcrow, @pcrseverance, @gynvaell, @elvarnan, @arcanawise, @nurvorn, @starvedwclf, @pelle-lavellan, @dalathin, @goldgliitters, @theharellan,  @wolfpaid, @beshkaari, @felandaristhorns, @kaaras-adaar, @edhelaran, @aen-consilium just off of the top of my head - 

[pellelavellan-a]

'A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS' {{ for Pelle, from Lillith - stillfollowsme }}

A Moment of Weakness ll Accepting now that I found them

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Pelle || Prequisition / Companion || ?

Mythal curse Orlesians...

There wasn’t a single group of people that Pelle wished more havoc upon than them. One day his gods would punish them--if the Maker didn’t punish them first. It was sad to think that the sound of howling dogs had become an omen for doom amongst his people. That they were no longer hunters but prey.

Unlike wild animals, Pelle’s peaceful aura could not sway the nature of a hunting dog. Their wills were bound to their masters--and their masters only sought to shed the blood of elves for sport. 

He was lucky to be as quick and nimble as he was or he might have wound up supper for one of those beasts. He’d outrun them thankfully, but at what cost?

The stress from believing for a moment that he hadn’t was what...

He’d missed a step, fallen down a steep hill rolling through piles of leaves and mud without stop until he finally reached the bottom. His body ached and the wood around him was spinning. He scrambled off the ground, desperate to keep running when a sharp pain assaulted his ankle. 

The elf cried in pain before stumbling back to the ground. With clumsy gestures, he turned himself around, dread sinking when he caught a glimpse of his ankle. It was swollen, he couldn’t even wiggle it around to feel for the damage. It was sprained at best, but he wasn’t going to make anywhere very quickly like this. 

Mythal’s bosom he really hoped those dogs weren’t nearby. If they could smell him still it wouldn’t be too long. The only solution he could think of was to take handfuls of mud and smother them all over himself, do whatever he could to minimize the scent of him the dogs might have picked up. 

He used a nearby tree to hoist himself back up, leaving his sprained ankle off the ground to avoid placing any pressure on it. From there it was a slow and steady journey to find either more elves or anyone who might be willing to help him. 

[dryadalismagicae]

What keeps you loving Fenris even though he doesn't tell you much?

“I love him, that is what keeps me there.” Brows furrow, disgust toward the posted question easily noted through his tone of voice; and the gentle sigh that followed? Blossoming his agitation.

“He tells me what he thinks is necessary. And that is perfectly fine- and anything else I wish to know? There is nothing stopping me from asking.” Still, his mood has been soured by the query; “My adoration of him, his bravery, his ability, his self - that is what keeps me loving him.”

[ @stillfollowsme ]

[dryadalismagicae]

DANCE {{ Fenris - stillfollowsme }}

@stillfollowsme  ||  [ DANCE ] for your muse to dance with mine

IT HAD BEEN a long time since the two of them had danced - the last time they had been in the rain, smiling with others - and then everything had turned bleak and horrendous. While Lyrian attempted to forget those bad times, the image of them dancing had come back to him recently and, with a smile, he leaned into his companion as the two of them swayed softly;

“Its been a while-” He muttered, keeping his arms wrapped comfortably and tightly around his dearest; “…We haven’t had the peace to do this in a long time.” Though a great many thoughts plagues him, still - they were forced aside for a while. 

[dryadalismagicae]

"Anger" {{ because Lyrian /deserves/ to be angry sometimes - stillfollowsme }}

EMOTIONAL STARTERS.  !!  @stillfollowsme

TIGHTLY HAD HE been clenching his jaw - forced shut, aching and painful from the intended bracing. Why? ANGER. Pure and fierce; babbling beneath his skin, poisoning his blood, crippling his restraint one brick at a time. So rare, was it, for the healer to lose his temper - but this was lead by fierce emotion and stress. “What do you expect, Fenris?” Finally did he snap, shouting from the edge of camp over to his beloved, turning in a fierce half-circle to face him. “I can’t keep doing this blindly!” A deep breath was drawn but it did little to relax his anger - if anything it gave him more breath to continue.“You’ve this master plan within your mind that we all follow blindly - but when something goes wrong none of us know if we are doing right or wrong!” His brows furrow deeply; “I adore you, I love you - but you tell me nothing! At all! Nothing remotely personal, nothing remotely about where we are, what we’re doing, why were taking different routes, why unknown people come and go-!” And of course, there was still the guilt of the child situation from a number of months ago. If he had only known her importance- He only hoped Fenris understood, too.  

[dryadalismagicae]

❛❛Mmm, yes… That feels nice.❜❜ {{ Fenris - stillfollowsme }}

— nsfw sentence starters.   ||   @stillfollowsme

BOTH SAT SHIRTLESS, with bare skin touching, was perhaps the closest the two had gotten (in that manner) thus far and Lyrian was adoring each and every second of it. The special sensations, alone, from bare skin against bare skin was intoxicating and he couldn’t help but hum in quiet adoration.SAT BEHIND FENRIS, with legs either side, Lyrian dotted soft but intensely sensual kisses were dotted over the back of his lovers shoulders, up the sides of his neck, nipped at his ears; all done through sheer fondness and passion. 

[dryadalismagicae]

@stillfollowsme  ||  STARTER.

BY THE TIME Lyrian returned to the tent that evening, he was drenched through his clothing - sopping wet from the hideous downpour in which had struck the lands around them rather suddenly. Before stepping inside did he squeeze out his hair, sniffling as he sat down, setting boots aside; “Seems like the weather is set in for the night-” He utters, feeling hideously cold though offers a smile toward his companion; his most dearest. “Got any plans for where we’re going next? Maybe somewhere with a beach and some sun?” A lighthearted joke, sounded as he peeled off his tunic so to hopefully dry off somewhat.