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@arcanederangement
private, selective, mutuals only, incredibly low activity MULTIMUSE for dragon age: the veilguard! by CJ. 30+. they/them.
will contain dark themes including but not limited to: slavery, abuse, violence, murder, manipulation and gaslighting, etc.
carrd.
current muses (below the cut):
the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.
*dipping a dart into an unlabelled flask and loading it into my crossbow* you better not try anything stupid because i don't even remember what this one does
Rook Codex Writing Prompts
A list of 30 writing prompts inspired by other DA codex prompt lists. Contains no plot spoilers for Veilguard.
A letter to Rook about their exile
An entry from Rook’s journal
A letter from Rook to someone in their faction
A note from a companion to Rook about the Lighthouse
A conversation overheard between Rook and a companion
Healer’s summary of treatment for Rook’s wounds
Something written by a character from a previous game about Rook
A future historian’s analysis of Rook’s actions (Bonus: featuring a relevant primary source)
Rook’s shopping list
Note found in Rook’s pocket
Report summarizing what is known about Rook by an allied or enemy faction
Rook’s daily schedule
A message between two companions about Rook
A letter from a faction leader to a companion about Rook’s actions
Rook’s packing list for travel to a quest location
Letter from Rook to their love interest
Rook’s notes on the Lighthouse/Caretaker
Notes between a companion and Rook regarding a personal quest
Inventory of personal belongings Rook left behind when they left their faction
Something written about Rook on a historical plaque
A letter from an enemy regarding Rook
An entry from an encyclopedia/travel guide about an aspect of Rook’s background (Bonus: followed by a note from Rook supporting or refuting its accuracy)
Excerpt from a play dramatizing Rook’s actions (Bonus: include a review of this play)
A letter from Rook to a faction leader
Notes taken by Rook when they were young/in training
A letter to Rook from a family member or close friend
Analysis of a piece of art created for/about Rook
Propaganda for or against Rook
Something written to Rook post-game
A note/letter that Rook never sent
WHAT FLAVOUR IS YOUR SOUL?
vanilla
oh heart of ice and mind of gold, what am I to do with you? you are only good in small amounts, bittersweet fledgling, you are hard for most to swallow. your spirit is strong, your wit is potent, your biting essence drives even the most daring away. but why are you hiding your sweetness? I know within you, you are soft, but humanity has made you bitter. you mask your pain and sorrow with spite and sensibility. you say you do not care about trivial things, but don't you? sweetheart relax. you can let down your drawbridge, the waters are not poisoned. I know you have looked monsters in between the eyes and scoffed at them, but please, relax. you think your armor protects you but it is smothering you slowly. little owlet, when will you learn, words can only get you so far? feelings are what makes this world pulse. do not suppress your feelings. your heart can still thaw my dear. trust.
WHAT FLAVOUR IS YOUR SOUL?
cinnamon
oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.
WHAT FLAVOUR IS YOUR SOUL?
rosemary
ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.
WHAT FLAVOUR IS YOUR SOUL?
salt
ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.
stole from @plusdedragonne tagging: anyone!
Rook Codex Writing Prompts
A list of 30 writing prompts inspired by other DA codex prompt lists. Contains no plot spoilers for Veilguard.
A letter to Rook about their exile
An entry from Rook’s journal
A letter from Rook to someone in their faction
A note from a companion to Rook about the Lighthouse
A conversation overheard between Rook and a companion
Healer’s summary of treatment for Rook’s wounds
Something written by a character from a previous game about Rook
A future historian’s analysis of Rook’s actions (Bonus: featuring a relevant primary source)
Rook’s shopping list
Note found in Rook’s pocket
Report summarizing what is known about Rook by an allied or enemy faction
Rook’s daily schedule
A message between two companions about Rook
A letter from a faction leader to a companion about Rook’s actions
Rook’s packing list for travel to a quest location
Letter from Rook to their love interest
Rook’s notes on the Lighthouse/Caretaker
Notes between a companion and Rook regarding a personal quest
Inventory of personal belongings Rook left behind when they left their faction
Something written about Rook on a historical plaque
A letter from an enemy regarding Rook
An entry from an encyclopedia/travel guide about an aspect of Rook’s background (Bonus: followed by a note from Rook supporting or refuting its accuracy)
Excerpt from a play dramatizing Rook’s actions (Bonus: include a review of this play)
A letter from Rook to a faction leader
Notes taken by Rook when they were young/in training
A letter to Rook from a family member or close friend
Analysis of a piece of art created for/about Rook
Propaganda for or against Rook
Something written to Rook post-game
A note/letter that Rook never sent
miina was actually born wilhelmiina blackthorne, when she left her family she shortened it to cover her tracks without totally giving up on her identity. she doesn't particularly like her full name and probably won't share it with just anyone.
secondly: this does mean that blackthorne manor did, in fact, used to belong to her family a very very long time ago. she never visited, never knew about it because her family haven't 'vacationed in nevarra' for at least three generations but did find it suspicious that johanna's base shared her old family name. if she were in contact with her parents she might have sent them a letter to ask if they knew anything about it, but as it stands she just put it out of her mind.
For years, he'd hated her. Caterina's cruelty was her way of making sure that he was prepared for this life--that he survived.
Catherynn M. Valente / Notes on The State of Virginia II, Safiya Sinclair / Circe, Madeline Miller / The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, Stephen Adly Guirgis / Fire & Blood, George R.R. Martin / The Wigmaker Job, Courtney Woods / Screenshots from Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Bioware)
The forest is chock full of Venatori and chaos but Bellara thrives in it. She flies easily among their group with her fade arrows and blips in and out of existence far too easily. Sometimes, she wonders why their adversaries even try. Faced with a team like them, they stood no chance!
One of the archers notching his arrow in the corner of Bellara's eye catches her attention a little too late. Alessio is still dealing with an assailant on his own, and he remains in the line of fire—Bellara has no time to think but to launch herself in the midst of it all.
"Rook—move!" She yells, stretching and feeling nothing but a sharp forceful pressure in her shoulder. In her heart of hearts, she knows that she has been hit with the arrow—and tumbles to the ground for it, the arrow snapping off in half where it stays lodged in her body. The pain is belated and intense. Bellara lays on the ground, winded, frantically wondering if everyone else—if Alessio—was alright.
She's unable to blink back reflexive tears when Alessio appears above her. "I'm—" Bellara starts, interrupted by the press of potion to her lips. She obediently drinks from it as she feels warm wetness sleep through the crisp white shirt that she so often sported. She turns her head from the potion, gasping, "The arrow—it's still—i-it's in my shoulder—Rook?" Bellara lifts her head a miniscule amount and winces from the lance of pain it causes. "Are you hit? Did you get hurt?" She asks, panic written over her face not for herself, but for him.
@arcanederangement
her eyes are full of tears, probably from the pain of being shot with an arrow. a sobering reminder that not everyone can take pain the way he does- and further proof that he should in fact have been the one to take the arrow. one arrow? it was nothing to him and it could have been everything to her.
she looks fragile, with red spreading over her shoulder, her arm. the white of her shirt will never be clean again. he should buy her a new shirt. he will buy her a new shirt. once they're out of danger.
the arrow is still in her shoulder. and the haft has snapped. " okay, this is going to hurt like a bitch, " he tells her, moving to a position where he can, unfortunately for her, tear her shirt open at the shoulder until he can see her skin, the wound, and the broken arrow.
he pulls out a small knife. field surgery isn't his area, but it's this or carry her back to camp and face more dangers on the way. he gently pushes aside the edge of the wound with the flat edge. " fucking venatori. it's barbed. this might take me a minute. but it's not too deep. " he throws up a shield around them as an afterthought, it might not hold but at least they'll have warning if they're about to be attacked.
he pulls a feather from his belt and removes the plume and slices it in half cleanly. he takes the quill halves and, as gently as possibly, using the knife as leverage, inserts both halves until they cup the edges of the barb. then he grips the broken end of the arrow shaft. " the quill protects your body from the barb doing more damage coming out than going in. i'm going to pull it out now. " his bedside manner could use work, he knows that. but he's too focused on not having bellara dying on him.
" ready? try to stay relaxed. " it's a stupid statement, no-one is relaxed with an arrow inside of them. he pulls, slowly, on the arrow, keeping it trapped between the two quill halves just as he'd said he would. the arrow slides out. eventually. he drops it aside and presses his hands to the wound to stem the bleeding. " now finish the potion. "
e̾v̾k̾a̾ ̾a̾n̾d̾ ̾a̾n̾t̾o̾i̾n̾e̾ ̾f̾o̾r̾e̾v̾e̾r̾
the best thing a male character can do is be insane and love his wife
i am so sorry to anyone who had to deal with alessio in the weeks ferona was missing and in the fade. i just...i'm so sorry.
@finaltalon sent it's real . all of the stories , the legends ... and it's real . for caterina.
" you sound surprised. " her eyes are trained on him, the way she looks at everyone. discerning. disdainful. distinguished. she's calm and collected- and what else could anyone expect from the first talon? one doesn't make it to caterina's age by running around like a headless chicken at the first sign of danger. or rushing in unprepared. she twists her hands around the head of her cane, back straight, eyes locked.
" all stories have a grain of truth to them. " spoken like someone who has heard many stories and spent a long time picking those grains from between the lines. details. it's all in the details. learn to pick out what isn't being said, or what people want from the stories they tell. they tell more than they mean to.
