MULTI / MUSE

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cj. 31. they/them.

private, selective, headcanon based, incredibly low activity MULTIMUSE for dragon age: the veilguard! sideblog to @inevestigator

will contain dark themes including but not limited to: slavery, abuse, violence, murder, manipulation and gaslighting, etc.

carrd.

current muses (below the cut):

andarateia cantori caterina dellamorte taash alessio de riva (crow rook/cleric) asherah laidir (lords of fortune rook) miina thorne (grey warden rook)

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turns out the answer is yes, i want these guys off the sideblog

MOVED TO @arcanederangement !!!

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ah the age old question: do i leave this blog a sideblog or make it its own blog?

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as a galley slave turned lord of fortune, ashe's favourite kind of music is, in fact, shanties and anything with that community kind of hard steady beat. they prefer anything that promotes revolution, fighting back against tyrants and freedom, for obvious reasons.

it's also how they prefer to count their beats when they're doing repetitive tasks.

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@hinterlnds found out taash was [ hiding ] an injury ↪ non-verbal angst prompts

sometimes the answer is violence. usually the answer is violence, at least when it comes to taash's method of processing emotions. so yeah, they'd gone to the hilt to hit things. and it had gone pretty well. except they'd taken a pretty nasty knock from a mercenary with a flail- who brings a flail to an arena fight anyway?

and then rook had asked them to accompany them to rivain and they'd tussled with some antaam and the bruised ribs had slowed them down enough that they'd taken another pretty nasty whack from a hammer. they'd told rook they were fine but it was still- pretty tender.

it had ached all through dinner and they'd excused themselves pretty quick at the end of the meal to go back to their room. so, there they were, shirt off in front of the mirror, fingers pressing against tender skin. a soft hiss of air between their lips from the pain of it.

the door opens and they smell lace so don't immediately reach for their shirt. they do splay their hand over the bruised skin, as if they might be able to make it look less...injured?

it doesn't work. the worry in lace's eyes is intense and they feel a swell of guilt for hiding it from her. " it's just a bruise. " probably. there might be more to it. they're not a doctor.

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@hinterlnds is helping taash deal with [ loss ] ↪ non-verbal angst prompts

there's a numbness they can't quite explain creeping into their body, or maybe the hollow empty feeling is grief. the door to the storeroom-slash-gym-slash-bedroom they've claimed opens and taash doesn't look up. their knees ache from having been on the ground for so long (they couldn't say how long because time is weird here and they're not paying enough attention to know).

they breathe in. dirt, flowers, homemade pie. lace. they knot and unknot the red rope. not attached to their body, just wrung between hands as they try and filter through their feelings. fuck feelings. everything aches, everything is hollow. guilt and self-hatred are familiar feelings on the back of their tongue. grief is new.

" i don't- " what? i don't know what to say. i don't want to talk about it. i don't know where to go from here. i don't know what to do without the one person who's always guided me. i don't want to cry any more. all of that is true. none of it comes out. they bow their head again, staring at the grain of the stone floor. lace's hand comes to rest on their shoulder and it brings a choked sound from their throat.

taash turns their head towards lace without looking up, just pressing their face into the area just above her stomach. even kneeling they're still too tall. it doesn't matter. they make another choked sound. " what am i meant to do now? " they mumble into the cloth of her shirt. how does the world keep turning?

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@torntruth kristen sent taash can i lay on you? ↪ touch starved prompts

they raise an eyebrow, lips quirking into an amused smile. the question is pretty strange, but also something that taash understands completely. wanting to be close to someone? they've been there. and they know they make a pretty good pillow. they run warm after all. " yeah, 'course. " no questions, no problems, no judgement.

it might also have something to do with the fact no-one in this place sleeps or has a decent bed. taash can't say they get it. if the lighthouse is meant to provide for everyone's needs...why is it that only they and davrin have real beds? everyone else gets cots or bedrolls or couches. that doesn't make sense. but neither does a lot of the fade to them, so maybe there's some nuance they're missing. like always.

they hold their arms out.

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@plusdedragonne sent ❝don’t make me laugh. that feels awful.❞ from ro to sio

he snorts softly, watching her brace her hand against her injured torso as she tries not to laugh. he shouldn't laugh at her injury, but she's fine enough to make jokes so what possible worry is there?

" it's only three broken ribs, don't be a baby, " he taunts, in good humour. as if three broken ribs isn't a potentially deadly and debilitating injury to receive. they've had worse and he knows it. and she knows it. she'll get better.

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@plusdedragonne wanted the crow siblings to [ argue ] ↪ non-verbal angst prompts

" you do have a deathwish! " it's not the winning argument here, nor is it a viable reason for him to have maybe accidentally stuck his foot in it when it came to ferona and her paramour.

how was he meant to know that an offhand comment made about the difference between their mentality around death was going to turn into a Thing? ferona famously has a far more blase attitude to it than alessio, and as it turns out, emmrich too.

" i was trying to bond, i thought you'd be happy about it. " again, not the winning strategy when fighting with a cantori woman. keep stating reasons why he was right. that's sure to win points and not punches.

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@hallagold wanted to [ rescue ] sio ↪ non-verbal angst prompts

cleaning up the antaam in treviso is their next step to freeing their home. with the butcher dead and the rat dealt with, a lot of the antaam have left the city. some, however, are remaining entrenched. which leads to altercations like this one, the two of them, knives drawn, air crackling with alessio's magic- it's a good fight. they both love a good fight.

he slices cleanly through the next of an antaam and as they crumple, spies a gaatlok canon behind them, wielded by another soldier. it's not pointing at him, though. the explosive is aimed up and he follows the arc to watch it detonate on the roof above. a gargoyle teeters and falls and sio can already see where it's going to land.

" teia! " he, ignoring all sense, turns his back on the enemy in favour of blinking towards the talon, appearing next to her with enough concussive force to knock her out of the way, turning the deadly chunk of falling rock into several less deadly pieces of falling rock.

less deadly, but no less painful as he's knocked to the ground and there's a moment of disconnect between the crunch from his lower leg as rubble lands on it and the pain that follows. " joder- "

the canon wielding antaam is dispatched and then teia is there beside him, he uses magic to shove the chunk of gargoyle aside and tries not to wince at the protruding bone. " i don't think that's meant to look like that, " he says. at least his sense of humour is intact.

teia curls an arm under his back and he around her shoulders, it's a testament to her stance and training that he's able to use her to pull himself to stand. agonisingly. he leans on her. deep breath. breathe through the pain. he can only imagine the chiding he's about to get, once she's finished dragging him home, that is. and drag she does.

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@vorashvan took a [ bullet (arrow) ] for sio ↪ non-verbal angst prompts

he's never more alive than in the heat of battle, lightning spills from his fingertips, careening through one enemy and then the next. it comes with the sizzling smell of cooked meat and the agonised screams of fallen foes. it also comes with a strong sense of pride. he deflects a blow, drives his dagger into the enemy- proving that despite being a mage, he's also still a crow. his precision is not to be trifled with.

he hears the regular cry of his teammates to one side, warning of ranged incoming and he yanks his dagger back out of his assailant. it's harder than it should be, it takes longer than it should do. he whirls around, already preparing to fade-step if the danger seems imminent, only to find that his reflexes aren't quite as fast as an already loosed arrow, but for someone that saw it coming- bellara has plenty of time to plant herself between him and the arrow's arc.

she slides into the space in front of him smoothly. he hears the thunk of the arrow hit and sees red- in more ways than one. the fade answers his call far too easily and he's launched towards the archer, bringing his knife across their torso, the magic forming a voidal gash in the air around them.

the archer falls dead and in a blink sio is back to bellara's side, grabbing a potion from his belt. " hold on, bellara, we'll patch you up. " he uncorks the potion easily and presses it to her lips. " that was stupid, i can take an arrow. "

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@hinterlnds wanted to know what alessio [ needs ] ↪ non-verbal angst prompts

WHAT DO YOU NEED? the question startles him, bringing his gaze to harding with a quizzical expression. what does he need? what kind of question is that? what does he need? nothing. his needs are met. he's had a good four hours of sleep, he's been fed a delicious meal. he's free to do what he pleases. what more is there?

he feels like he's missing the point of the question, though. that she wouldn't be asking if she didn't think there was something he needed. it forces him to reevaluate- as the lighthouse team often does. what does he need? still nothing comes to mind. is there a mission he's forgetting about?

" i don't need anything right now, " he says with a shrug. " is there a mission? do you need something? " has he missed something someone asked him to do?

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@adderblack woke up in [ hospital ] ↪ non-verbal angst prompts

they've barely managed to get teia away from the sickbay. alessio actually feels like he's got the easier job. sitting in the sickbay is easier than corralling the seventh talon when she's determined. they're all running on too little sleep, but what else could possibly be expected of them? there are plans to be made, leads to follow, enemies to kill.

he considers the sleeping profile of viago (sleeping a generous term for what he's going through), reaches out to check his pulse. sio is no kind of doctor but rudimentary knowledge like that is all part of the training, he can find a thready pulse as easily as he can find the gap between the fourth and fifth ribs.

viago makes a sound and alessio drops the wrist he's holding- years of knowledge making him acutely aware that the fifth talon is not a fan of being touched. his eyes open- sudden and startling and alessio is standing in an instant. " viago? " he casts his attention to the door, considers calling for a physician. but acting hastily is rarely the answer. he's flooded with relief but doesn't know quite where to put it. he grabs the nearby cup of water- and shows his mentor it isn't poisoned the only way he knows how- by swallowing a mouthful of it before offering him the cup. " here, you need water. "

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

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I triggered the crossroads tree scene where ghilan'nain threatens your LI and Sio is Big Mad about it.

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He's taking this energy into kicking the ass of a blighted dragon. Or two. And then maybe shooting Ghilly with a ballista.

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I triggered the crossroads tree scene where ghilan'nain threatens your LI and Sio is Big Mad about it.

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He's taking this energy into kicking the ass of a blighted dragon. Or two. And then maybe shooting Ghilly with a ballista.

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I triggered the crossroads tree scene where ghilan'nain threatens your LI and Sio is Big Mad about it.