#BLIGHTWORN — independent original character for dragon age. not utd with anything, just vibing out here. written by violet. 30. cst. takes inspiration from once upon a time and scarecrow: year one.
a study in: the quest for unrelenting power, envy ruining your life, dismembering the hand that feeds, becoming the monster you sought to create, reaping what you sow, using fear as your greatest tool, and being a wifeless loser.
interactions: i am a slow writer and i have cognitive issues that make rping a bit difficult; with that being said, please don't interact with me if slow replies bother you. i'm going to try to be as timely as possible, but i am a perfectionist. i do drop threads when i get overwhelmed; if you have issues with that, please let me know and i'll do my best to ensure we don't encounter any issues. please hardblock if you don't want me to follow you.
triggers: this blog has dark themes, as this character is predominantly a villain. body horror and gore in written depictions will not be tagged, but i'll try to tag for the major triggers where i think to. claude is abusive in overt and subtle ways; i won't be able to tag for that in every instance. if you cannot handle themes of abuse, please do not follow.
shipping: i love romantic ships with chemistry; that is my greatest joy to write. i'm very open to multishipping. each ship is in its own universe unless otherwise specified. nsft is tagged and under a read more.
plotting: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE feel free to come at me and plot; you can dm me, send an ask, or contact me on discord (just ask + let me know who you are). i'm so delighted to be writing this freak, i'd love to get some in-depth story lines going with him.
reblog policies: you can reblog ask memes from me directly, i don't mind. i don't believe in reblog karma; only send what you'd like, it won't hurt my feelings.
aesthetics and replies: if you require any formatting changes, please let me know! i do not match formatting and i don't ask for you to do the same. i use these caps for my icons. please, if possible, write in smaller paragraphs when writing with me. i struggle terribly with reading long paragraphs. however, long replies are welcome!
writer info: violet. 30. cst. any pronouns, any gendered language. i'm extremely forgetful, so please nudge me if it seems like i've forgotten a thread.
【 BERTHINDEATH 】 an independent multi-muse roleplay blog with a heavily focused dedication to the original character ‘ gwendolyn minerva ingellvar ’ created from a combination of dragon age lore and original lore, please review my carrd for further explanation. curated by bree, 30+, they/she, central time zone - this blog is multi-ship and multi-verse.
i had this hot gym bro trying to get me to tell him i loved him and then he blocked me when i made a move like a clown. this happened with a warrior to claude once. i'm canonizing it
# 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐌 , an independent , selective & crossover friendly RP blog for original companion 𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐈 [ BG III Verse ] — The Taxidermist , Mun & Muse +25 , taxidermied by Fungi [ she/her; they/them ] , heavy topics, gore, potential nsfw warning , personals DNI
-> mentioning topics of slavery, abuse, drug addiction <-
"We make a surprisingly good team… let’s not talk about it." / rook!
the mage snorts, the edges of his lips curling into a pleased smirk. he examines his fingernails before regarding rook with an appraising eye. " you're right, let's not. " he pauses, smile growing wider.
" wouldn't want to admit you admired me; how dreadful for your reputation. "
he looks over her like she’s a rare tome he’s already memorized—eyes glittering with knowing. " or worse, that i enjoyed your company. "
the words fall from his tongue like silk wrapped around glass. soft, but meant to cut.
he steps just slightly closer, as if indulging some unspoken curiosity.
" relax, " he hums, tilting his head, " i won’t speak of it again. not unless you beg. " his grin flashes. predatory, amused, not unkind.
" and you’re not nearly desperate enough for that. yet. "
besties claude is about to be so much worse. i know actual irl men now. i can use them as inspiration. i know an objectivist. i'm in the prime of my life.
Nuance will save the world — not in the abstract, but in the real, uncomfortable choices we make every day. It’s in the conversation where nobody says the perfect thing, but both people walk away trying harder. It’s in the community meeting where five people show up, exhausted, and still manage to get something done. It’s in the decision to redistribute resources even when you don’t have much to spare, because you know someone else has less.
We’ve been sold the idea that clarity means certainty — that right and wrong are clean lines, and any hesitation is weakness. But clarity without context becomes cruelty. And certainty without care becomes control.
Grassroots work demands nuance. Mutual aid demands nuance. You have to hold space for burnout and boundaries, while still showing up. You have to trust that people can grow, without excusing harm. You have to believe in both personal agency and systemic failure, and act with that tension in mind.
Nuance is not indecision. It’s precision. It’s care. It’s looking at a tangled situation and choosing, deliberately, not to flatten it into something easier to swallow. It’s the belief that complexity is not a threat — it’s a sign of life.
And that belief? That’s the foundation of every real movement that’s ever lasted.
It’s also the foundation of Ember & Ink.
This project was built on nuance — on the understanding that creative work and community care aren’t separate things. That we need systems that don’t collapse the moment someone needs rest. That mutual aid, collaborative storytelling, and ethical work can (and must) exist side by side. This isn’t just a collective for artists. It’s a working experiment in what happens when we take each other seriously — not just as creators, but as people.
The Ember & Ink server is now open in beta. It’s low-budget, low-stakes, and unapologetically value-driven. Some people are here to find paid work. Some are here to collaborate. Some are here to build things that don’t quite fit anywhere else. All of that is welcome — as long as you come in honest about your capacity and your goals.
If you believe in complexity, care, and collective power, we’d love to have you.
i mean this is pretty obvious at this point but all of my rp blogs are on a semi-hiatus until i get muse back; not sure when that will happen but in the meantime, i'm on here @bellefrenches and bluesky if you want to follow! i adore you guys and i miss you dearly, so i'm hoping i'll be able to think about this stuff again. da is super linked to my ex and i miss her a lot so we are Suffering from associations out here
reminder that i'm inviting all of you to my server where we create things together and i pay you for graphic design, art, writing, video editing, and more for my marketing business.
it's not a lot because ember & ink is targeted towards micro budget artists and small businesses, but it's something. i'm really looking for canva-level works and all of you are well beyond that level of ability, so if you're curious about getting some money on the side, please dm me!
his touch finds her shoulder and it has lilac hues snapping to observe him, gaze meandering over his expression as she tries to see the truth beneath the veneer of his anger.
then she hears it; the ghost of desperation from the back of their throat that has her eyes trailing from their eyes. she pauses, her body slowly turning in place before she is facing claude entirely.
" you worry too much. " she huffs as she looks down at the floor and steps closer into their space. her eyes finally lift back up toward him, her chest heaving as her arms have woven around her torso. " you think someone could take me from you? " spoke softer, almost sad as she risks locking eyes with him again. “ do you think i would leave you that easily? ”
of course they would. of course he would. it's a simple fact; claude could never keep the love in his life, no matter how hard he clung.
" why wouldn't you, if given the chance? " he scoffs at the idea of her staying, shaking his head with a weak smile. " devotion turns to pity, pity turns to resentment, and resentment turns you away. "
claude is weak, at the end of the day. weak to love, weak to hate, weak to desperation; surely she'll realize this, and grow sick of him. he's proving it right now, yet he's unable to stop himself.
her closeness makes him breathe in slowly, taking in her sweet scent and closing his eyes. oh, how he adores her. he would never recover if she left. shattered heart, missing soul. " how do you love me, my sweet? "
it's like lightning, their touch on her skin. it has her fingers twitching in response as lilac hues slowly grow half-lidded. while she is used to using her charms, she's not quite used to someone using theirs back. she is more used to simpering little boys who are easy to manipulate. but claude is different. they are not a foolish whelp who witnesses a flirtation from a woman and fall at her feet.
however, while he doesn't commit right away, there's a glint in his eyes that mirrors her own.
he wants it.
" nevarra has been trapped under a weak, decrepit monarch, " she muses as she leans in closer herself as her hand pauses under his touch, her fingers lifting to brush over his. " and sometimes you must burn the old to make way for the new. " her eyes lock with his then, full lips parting almost in expectation—perhaps purposefully enticing, she'll never tell.
" and you would have anything you want. "
they chuckle softly, though his eyes are sharp, studying her closely. after a moment, he brings his free hand up to ghost over her cheek, touch gentler than he has any right to be. " anything is a dangerous proposal, " they hum, a slight smile playing on their face.
" what do you seek most? power? legacy? the satisfaction of burning it all to the ground? " his tone is lighter now, eyes glinting under the veilfire.
