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@childrenofthedas-a
hi, i’m jinn, this is a multimuse blog for the dragon age franchise™! please read my guidelines before interacting, take the liberty to read any of my muses’ pages and just try to have a generally good time while scrolling my blog. i’m chill.
this post is a small introduction and a PLOTTING CALL for new mutuals. hit the like button and i will get back to you as soon as you can, im sadly the only one running the business so i’m veeeery slow. that’s all, have a fantastic day!
MOVING BLOGS!
the delay of my presence in here was the fact that this blog, with all the undue asks and other things bothering me, was becoming a mess. thus, to change the graphic and format a bit, i am moving to another blog.
NO THREADS WILL BE DROPPED. let me know which threads you’d like to continue!
FIND ME AT @childrenofthedas!
MOVING BLOGS!
the delay of my presence in here was the fact that this blog, with all the undue asks and other things bothering me, was becoming a mess. thus, to change the graphic and format a bit, i am moving to another blog.
NO THREADS WILL BE DROPPED. let me know which threads you’d like to continue!
FIND ME AT @childrenofthedas!
MOVING BLOGS!
the delay of my presence in here was the fact that this blog, with all the undue asks and other things bothering me, was becoming a mess. thus, to change the graphic and format a bit, i am moving to another blog.
NO THREADS WILL BE DROPPED. let me know which threads you’d like to continue!
FIND ME AT @childrenofthedas!
activity will be non existent until next week due to a family emergency.
—-𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫 ℑ'𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 ℑ 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔫!
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❝ I fed them HOPE instead of DESPAIR . ❞
Samson from DA:I | Runs off queue | Penned by Andre | ©️
@dlishmagi / ❝ i want you to know i'll stand by you whenever you need me to. and if that means i do what i can to defend you, i'll do it. ❞ a small grin. ❝ i just thought you might like knowing that someone cares about you as much as you care about everyone else. ❞
IT’S RARE, FINDING SOMEONE WATCHING his back for a change. People get used to being helped if one over-does it, and that is often Tristan’s case; he doesn’t mind, really, yet he didn’t even think those words would mean something to him; even a fool would have recognised the boulder on their own shoulders, and the Inquisitor often needed a reminder from others. This time, from a friend.
❝ — I must be a very lucky man, then, to have you as an ally. ❞ He looks at the elf, one with a friendly disposition, if not friendlier than Tristan’s. ❝ You can count on me too, Taeros. Though I appreciate your words. ❞
@a-summer-flower.
❝ HEY, DID YOU HEAR THAT, CECE? It’s crystal clear. ❞ He acts as if he’s sensed danger, acting slightly out of character, a bit too serious for the young Dalish elf — though it doesn’t take long for the façade to wear off. ❝ Yes! It’s definitely a party. Let’s ditch the others and go, come on! ❞
@magicalled this goes on the wall of shame
@magicalled / continued from here.
❝ I’D SAY YES, IF YOU WEREN’T TEASING. That’s all you’ve been doing these last few weeks, isn’t it? ❞ He won’t be honest, but he’s nervous. He feels not only himself, but the demon thriving as well at the sensation of desire. When the Champion’s thumb stops on top of his lower lip, Vincent smirks.
❝ Whatever could you be waiting for, Champion? ❞
@chokethelight / nick trevelyan.
❝ SO YOU’RE THE INQUISITOR? HUH. When I heard you were a blood mage I thought there’d be more people in terror. ❞ He jests, though his hands are held in chains, as he kneels while the human sits on his throne. Of course he was dragged to Skyhold. ❝ But who am I to judge? You should be the one doing so. ❞
𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐄𝐃.
Morrigan gently curls some of Dianor’s hair between her fingers as he bent to kiss her cheek, she let out a content hum. “I’m sure he was–” she untangles her fingers from her Warden’s hair to scoop Kieran up into her arms with the child gleefully giggling as she settled him on her hip.
“And we have the eggs we found as well–” Morrigan notes as she idly fixes Kieran’s hair as they make their way back to camp. She ducks her head, speaking softly in chasind to their son for a few moments before brushing her nose against his and set him down to let him run ahead. Morrigan’s arms, now free curl around one of Dianor’s and she finally rubs the sleep from the edges of her eyes.
“Did you manage to get some restful sleep?” she wondered, adjusting her shawl around her shoulders. She, of course, worried about him in her own way even if she was not always the softest woman. Her gaze turned from Kieran to her love with furrowed brows of worry. She could see the exhaustion creeping into Dianor’s eyes again, something she came to be acquainted with during the Blight.
THERE WAS NO HIDING FROM his woman’s attention. The curse forced on him years earlier, during the Blight, made him weaker day by day, and to be in such a condition in the happiest time of his life — to say the least, everyone would have thought it UNJUST. Infuriating, at the very least. Dianor detested the idea of fuelling her worried sentiments and always attempted to have his own condition concealed. ❝ Naturally, my love. Though I’m certain one of you kicked me in my sleep. ❞ He mocks, gently — yet obnoxiously at the same time.
Kieran was, perhaps, the only one unaware. And it suited the father’s taste; it was not the right time to tell him. Dianor himself suspected he’d have to leave, sooner or later — as the cure would not find itself in the hands of the damned elf. No, they needed more time, if Kieran was to have memories of his father.
He tied his hair in an INDECENT braid the night before — as he was incapable of making one on his own — and, with false innocence, he unties it, purposefully laying some of its glorious length onto Morrigan’s shoulder. ❝ If you need worry, do so for my hair! It is a mess, my love! Save it from the darkness and braid it for me, will you? ❞ He shoots a grin, knowing very well such a joke could taunt her.
𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀.
‘Lousy savior’? The Hero of Ferelden?
Like two waves burst upon the rocky shore doth Roland mimic the bodily poetry of this rogue liar; ever-present and stunning in the lines of his face and his delicate vallaslin. With continuing crossed arms doth Roland dip forward as this ‘Dianor’ leans backward, and so on: doth he keep their faces in perfect symmetry within this dance of a geometric Force, and doth Roland bounce his eyebrows in thrice for the Step.
“Perchance wouldst I offer thee a drink,” says he, flippant and casual as the buzzing bees in fresh Springtime. “— and perchance wouldst I offer thee a night in bed, tonight, if thou’rt willing. And for the possibly of a tender Morning.” And doth he wink, yea Roland, swollen with golden sunlight and borne Good and kind and strong.
HE SNORTS, A FORWARD FLIRT was most of what he would have expected from the boy, already arrogant and taunting enough to be considered careless by the older elf. Yet such an open request was wildly unexpected; thus, the chuckle that follows is a sudden reaction to a sudden proposal. ❝ By the Gods, do you offer sex to EVERY BANDIT you bump on in your travels? Should I be WORRIED for you? ❞
The offer, however, does not displease him; but there wouldn’t be the same amount of amusement without some teasing on his own part. ❝ Should I be the one that, instead, accepts this kind of proposal from the first PUP picked up from the street? ❞ It doesn’t last long, however, as Dianor has let go of his patience. ❝ Well, why not? I won’t refuse such a generous offer, especially if you’re PAYING. ❞
He grabs his bag, still sitting on the ground. ❝ Shall we go then, Roland? ❞
still haven’t managed to understand what’s going on with my queue. as if losing drafts wasn't bad. thanks tumblr for almost literally replying with “idk”.
apparently the queue hasn’t posted anything : / now i have a headache AND have to contact the tumblr staff. end me.
