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Dragon Age Meme Idea

Send in a scenario or gift and the character will respond with their level of dis/approval or rivalry/friendship.

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[[ somehow, i thought it'd lost the login to this blog. i did not. ANYWAY. VEILGUARD HYPE whheeeeeeeeeeeee ]]

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

What a fun 2 years it's been. Who's excited for more deadwolf catfishing?

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deeply debating making a blog for my bg3/dnd boy

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[[ I keep getting you know what bots liking my promo post lmao and Li's automatic reaction to these gifs/videos is "yeah those are nice but have you seen my husband/wife?" they're poly lmao but in a vanilla verse they default to this one person ]]

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accessibility in the rpc & online in general

me but i am taking people's faces gently between my hands: my screen reader cannot read your fancy symbol writing. when you go to an online generator to create cursive symbols, those are not alpha characters in english. they are glyphs of a language that is only recognizable visually as synonymous to english characters. if someone cannot for whatever reason see them, re: using a common screen reader, they are not spoken and the words are skipped entirely.

if you are going to use them, please repeat the entire sentence that uses it under a read-more at the bottom of your post.

example below the cut:

some of these words are recognizable to a screen reader 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽

a part of the sentence above is written in cursive symbols. it reads: "some of these words are recognizable to a screen reader and others are not".

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Though their ears are shorter than most elves’, they pick up the soft voice on the wind. Almost a plea, spoken on a breath not meant to be heard, and though they thought the beating heart within them turned necrotic and withered away long ago, something in it clenches, a pain they knew all too well. And for a single breathe, the naiive young elf who first came to Skyhold almost answered. There would be hope in their voice, a tease of things to come– but that thought is shattered on the exhale, and bitterness once more runs through their veins.

“Safe?” They spit the word with more venom than intended, but no remorse is felt for the outburst. “This world isn’t safe. Not now. Not til he’s gone.” Every moment, every sunset without word of the apostate’s whereabouts, was another where they were losing their ability to feel safe, even for a little while.

“A short while may be all we have. Safety isn’t in it.”

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[[ puts in a rp ad on one of those rp ad hub thingies right? it specifically states something the character I write is into (not Li tho I may make them a non DA-verse ad too lmao) literally at least two applicants: so i'm uncomfy with that thing you specifically stated can we not do that? this isn't subway you're not customising your own sandwich here. this is a fixed menu til the chef finds a new special. no alterations. :T ]]

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In love, they said absence made the heart grow fonder. But in hatred? It only furthered the fervor. Out of Sight, Out of Mind was not an option, when the remembrance of wrongdoings was upon ones’ own body.

Injured or not, Li couldn’t stay behind stone walls for all eternity. Perhaps a more clever person would have retired from their adventures – but a more clever person wouldn’t have gotten into the whole mess to begin with – but Dalish blood kept them upon their feet. 

The vast wilds of the Hinterlands sounded as best the place to search as the next, and so the party found themselves traversing countryside that was alive with the songs of wolves calling from hill to hill – but it was the wrong wolf, of course.

“–!” A strangled noise escaped their throat as they narrowly avoided eating the pathway, a stray boulder interrupting their search. They tried hard to hide the fact that they were shaken, pulling the fur-lined cloak closer about themselves as if the simple pelt could wash away the ache the mark still left. It could hide the physicality of it, but never quite wash it away.

“It’ll be sundown soon. Shall we rest?” They phrased it as if it was at the benefit of their companions… and not something aching bones and blood longed for. 

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Send ‘ Swordplay ’ for my muse to pin yours to the ground while fighting/sparring. Send ‘ Swordplay + reverse ’ for your muse to pin mine.

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The wind always blew cold, up in Skyhold’s ramparts. It tinged the tips of pointed ears with the first frosty kisses of winter, and yet, Li couldn’t feel it. The cold had settled in their heart a long time ago– or at least, it felt as though many years had passed.

The fur-lined cloak they now wore – almost with religious adherence – barely hid the shadow of the missing limb, but it kept what warmth there was still within. The cloak ruffled in the breeze, the fur soft and striking – kills from the hinterlands, but still it didn’t soothe the need for revenge.

If they must kill a god, then so be it.

They were so wrapped up in their observations of the lands over the hold (though golden eyes no longer saw as far as they used to, and that hadn’t been far before), Li almost didn’t hear the footsteps approaching upon the battlement.

“Have you found him?” They asked, not bothering to face their companion, a sneer forming upon their face as they said him. The one responsible for this mess, and the one whom Li had sworn to find– and to end.

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The door to the Inquisitor’s room was never locked these days– not that it had been in the bustling heyday of the Inquisition. So few stopped through the hold now that the journey was supposedly over, that whenever fate brought Li back to the façade of a home, they never bothered to bolt the door.  The room had seen better days– they all had. Trail-dirt was tracked in, for even the countless years amongst humans and their customs had not shed Li of their ways. If asked, they wouldn’t admit it, but it was simply too much hassle to uncord and re-lace their boots every time a room changed its décor.  The windowed door to the balcony stood open, a frigid breeze ruffling curls that hadn’t seen comb nor care for days, a mess that would have been dealt with with much more haste when the fade-green banner held any meaning.  Despite the chill, the fur-lined cloak they usually draped upon themselves lays discarded upon the bed. Specks of blood from the last adventure, the last failed lead, congeal in the fiber. It’ll be a bitch to wash out, but that’s a problem for another day, Li thinks, tenderly caressing a shoot of deathroot growing out of someone’s discarded templar armor sat upon the balcony – their eyes fixated upon the sky. Though it’s been many moons since the breach was sealed, there’s always that lingering anxiety that the sky could be wrent open once more, demons pouring into the world and– “What if he succeeds,” They voice the question to what they think is an empty room, voicing their thoughts aloud. It helps, sometimes, to do this– though a part of their heart aches for a certain set of ears to hear the words, to be the voice of reason. But the the thought fades as quickly as summer in the hold does, tinged once more with frost. 

“Tears down the veil and everyone– — — everyone loses everything!?”. And it wouldn’t be the world’s fault– in a roundabout way, it would be Li’s once more. Another failure, like getting their Clan killed, like losing a lover to the battlefield, like– there were too many failures to truly think about. 

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“DAMN.” Questions for Muses.

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

YAH. -Something your muse agrees on 100% of the time.

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?

LOVE. -Does your muse have a “special someone”

XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

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Even if Li had intended to keep their word, to cease their adventuring days, it didn’t meant that adventure wouldn’t find them. The rogue knew too well what could lurk in the shadows, how swift a blade could sever one’s connection with mortality, and in a rare bought of level-headedness, they found themselves sparring with some restless refugees in the courtyard. 

“Ah! Clever,” Li hissed the compliment through gritted teeth as practice-blade struck their wounded arm, happening upon the injury just hard enough that it sent a jolt of pain through their body. “If you know your enemy’s weakness, use it.”

“…Your footwork needs some help, you’re leaving tracks heavier than a dragon.”

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sex that’s both rough and gentle, pls and thank…  entwining fingers while the other hand holds their partner’s head down.  kisses on the forehead while their partner is crying, too overstimulated to think.  soft praises whispered into their partner’s ear while they’re pounding into them so roughly its shaking the bed.  

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I’m still re-learning how to draw Li, but I think we’re getting a better idea of what they look like.

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[[ me: my blood mage would make a shit companion also me: currently writing out his romance/companion quest ]]