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Please go get the sigil of the Fierce if you don’t have it I’m gonna faint
im so mad that the rpc community insist they’re willing to support or sympathise with female characters, but if a character is a lesbian they dont want to know. a female character isnt given half a fuck about unless they’re willing to shag a man. there’s gay characters everywhere that people praise and adore for being mlm, but lesbians are blanked. i’ve seen people with lesbian muses get questioned abt bi or pansexuality. and ive even had a lesbian muse of my own and got comments like “oh they could be bi …..” shut the fuck up , i’ve never seen gay muses have their sexuality questioned. it’s just so fucking lucid and obvious that the rpc dont give a fuck abt lesbian women. happy lesbian visibility day. i hope ur having a good time making a single post abt how much u love lesbians then go straight back to sleepin on them
IT’S LESBIAN DAY OF VISIBILITY BABEY !!
HAPPY LESBEAN VISIBILITY DAY 💗👑🌟 you are amazing and a wonderful writer and you're super inspirational to me & honestly i don't even need a reason to say this to you bc you deserve to hear it ALWAYS but as a fellow wlw, you deserve Extra Love & Attention and i hope your day and week is as lovely as you ⭐
ME IN ABSOLUTE TEARS BC I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU’VE BEEN SUCH A RAY OF LIGHT IN MY LIFE SINCE MEETING YOU !!!!! JOFZEIJFOIEZHJ 💕💕 thank you for all your support and kindness YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND ATTENTION AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND WEEK AS WELL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ty for my life HAPPY LESBEAN VISIBLITY DAY TO YOU TOOOOOOOOOO
lesbian muses (esp of color, trans, disabled, & other marginalized identities) are beautiful, essential, complex, and just as worthy of love / attention / appreciation as any other muse.
[🌺 City Elves, Emra]
Emra's opinion regarding city elves begins as a clouded, uneducated one, influenced by the manner in which the Dalish divide their people. The city elves are those who are meant to be guided, taught one day when the elves all reunite with their culture. Though Emra personally does not ascribe to the belief that their destiny will be merely handed to them --- that their Gods will rise up once more to hand them back Arlathan --- she does regard them condescendingly, as individuals 'who don't know better', who were never shown another way. In contrast, when city elves do join the Dalish, it is viewed favourably. The reception is very congratulatory and applauds them for 'making the right choice', and 'coming to their senses'. This is again condescending.
The split between the Dalish and the city elves goes back to 700 years ago when the Dales fell and a portion of the elves chose to live with the humans, which inevitably led them to be subclass citizens. There's merit in the idea and its gross misapplication isn't the fault of the city elves, but the elves who refused to submit and figuratively place themselves back in chains harboured resentment and pride for making that choice, for giving up. The disagreement can still be felt today with the way the Dalish are taught to be prideful for their ways.
Emra pitied them from afar. When exposed to an Alienage, the wound in her heart for her people only swelled. She had never distinguished the city elves from the Dalish when it came down to who she meant to protect. The city elves have never been treated as separate entities, as they shared the same pain, but rather they were taught to regard them as 'misguided children'. Given the opportunity to speak with them personally, it's clear that they are not making the conscious choice to simply allow the shem'len do what they will of them. The life the city elves are born into isn't one they can fathom up and abandoning. Even if they were to attempt to join a nearby Dalish clan, they would have to survive the wilds first, which, given they are not allowed to bear arms, could mean they have no inherent knowledge of protecting themselves, at least not adequately against creatures such as wolves. What's more, the Dalish are painted as fiendish, aggressive instigators of violence. This doesn't create the most welcoming image for them, and many would rather simply make do with the only life they know than take an insane gamble. Often, city elves who join have no other choice, joining to escape the repercussions of human law.
There's also the matter that the city elves worship the Maker, which feels like a slap to the face, given that the Chantry led the Exalted Marches on them --- their genocide --- and robbed them of the Dales in the first place. She always goes cold when a city elf mentions the Maker or Andraste (though she doesn't actively blurt out that the Maker isn't real or something along those lines). This is another one of those things that feed into the 'they don't know any better'.
Her interactions with the Alienage in Denerim, albeit scarring and traumatic, gave her a face to put to these 'children' and something to respect. They are also distinct in that they don't cling to the belief that they will once more rise to their greatness, that she views with disdain herself. In that way, the city elves are a breath of fresh air, and have a sensibility of their own. There's no reason they can't meet halfway with each other. Moreover, it's undeniable that they are not enemies of each other, that they are all equally at the mercy of the humans, and therefore the humans are what they should fear and reject, not each other.
Despite all this, though, she doesn't ask them to fight with her during the final onslaught --- they say they have no weapons, and because she doesn't want their massacre, she orders them to safety. She wouldn’t use them as a mere distraction.
She doesn’t condescend to them directly, however. She doesn’t usually share her views at random. She also doesn’t treat them any differently when meeting for the first time, the difference being she will greet a Dalish elf in Elvhen and a city elf in Common.
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Valathaan held his hands behind his back and looked upon Silvhen, one so prone to folding in on himself like a statue, like a mistake to be tucked away, his eyes more comfortable on the pages of a worn book than another person, watchful. The elder had lent him the tome that sat in front of him right now. The mabari slumbered by his feet.
How do you decide when it’s enough?
Silvhen, always in his sister’s shadow, never thinking he’s what anyone expected–
“Live not for others, Silvhen,” Valathaan said. A heat came up beside him; a hand. The elder was leaning forward, his fingers edging the corner of a page. “As the sun, bright and with fury does she burn; indeed, the moon would appear so small a thing. But when it has set and all the world lost to shadow, what is to light our darkness?” He looked to the young warden, the moon. A ghost of a smile was on his lips. “Never will you be your sister. Yet that which burns in dark burns evermore brilliant.”
There was something about Valathaan that never failed to appease him, his singular essence the likes of the gentle caress of the wind on his back. Silvhen had been immediately drawn to him. His lack of markings ought to indicate that he was removed from the Dalish culture, a city elf, perchance the hahren of an alienage, but he was in fact a travelling keeper. He'd heard of such individuals within the Mahariel clan, but had never seen any wander so far North. It was only once he’d travelled South and joined the Sabrae clan that he’d witnessed this firsthand.
He never asked about it; he couldn’t bring himself to. Inquisitive though he might be, the potential to offend or to invade one’s comfort was enough to stifle his thirst for knowledge definitively. The nature of his travels and of his pursuits in life was far more appealing and intriguing.
Silvhen was apt at reading others, true, yet rarely did he have the courage to stare them directly in the eye. Valathaan's gaze drew his regardless — whether it was an exterior force that guided him or merely the intensity of the man alone, he could not say. When he rose his chin, wisdom stared back at him, propped up by a wave of serenity that beckoned his trust. He was reminded of his first keeper and her compassionate nature.
What Silvhen saw in others, he had difficulty in seeing in himself. It's not so unusual. It was entirely different to observe as an outsider than it was to view him as an entity separate from his own thoughts and doubts and fears. Valathaan saw right through him --- so transparent was he, he almost expected the elder to tilt his head and coiffe his hair.
❝ I’m not … I’m not trying to be her. ❞ His gravelly voice catches in his throat, and he feels like he’s choking up. Ashamed and distressed with the manner in which his cheeks burn up, he firmly buries his nose within the book he'd been handed. His sensitivity doesn’t go unnoticed as warmth clamped around his shoulder. He shudders, and his hound in turn whimpers and whines, concerned for his agitation.
There was an undeniable urge to hide himself behind his twin rather than attempt to establish himself as more than a mere extension of her. Emra had never intended to eclipse him, and placed enough faith in him to push him toward positions of leadership. He didn't want the spotlight, but he also didn't want to disappoint her. It was a never-ending struggle.
❝ Isn’t living for others the whole point? Isn’t that what Grey Wardens are supposed to do, the ultimate sacrifice? ❞ This is what he signed up for, after all. This was the closest thing he'd gotten to proving his right to exist. There was a reason why the wardens were the sole individuals capable of ending the Blight. The why was tenaciously concealed from eager readers such as himself, and he'd never had the chance to question members of the Order itself. ❝ I don't mind if it gives others opportunities they otherwise wouldn't have. I just want to be useful. ❞ And if that means being his twin’s right-hand, so be it. ❝ I know ... I know some people need a gentler touch than my sister’s. I know I can give it to them. ❞
“ mmph, — mornin’, ” comes husky murmur, the tip of her nose brushing into the nape of her neck. plenty of things beckon her from the comforts of their bed, militant duty being the immediate one that sneaks to the forefront of her mind. “ been awake long ? ” / @direfulthunder
A shudder runs down her spine, the mercenary’s head snapping up immediately. She’d been half-heartedly digging through today’s reports in preparation for the day ahead, yet their significance faded from mind, her phone all but flung across the room, discarded and forgotten, once cool lips found her neck. Something far more pressing demanded her attention. A familiar smile stretches across her face, flirtatious and explicit in its desire, reaching all the way up to her eyes. The intensity of her stare could only be qualified as audacious, for she was an open lover and admirer of women. Men were rewarded with the coquette they expected every woman to be, a timeless ruse with which she wrapped them around her finger, only for her to crush their very hearts when she revealed herself to be utterly unattainable. Women were not to be toyed with: they were deserving of every lavish, grandiose action she aspired to reward them with.
❝ Not that long, but we both overslept. ❞ She leans in to whisper sweetly in her ear, before playfully dragging her teeth over her earlobe. ❝ We’re running short on time for breakfast ... luckily, we can eat from bed. ❞ There was no doubt as to what she meant.
DRAGON AGE INSPIRED HEADCANON MEME - EXTENSIVE LORE EDITION
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⚡️ Magic and Mages in general;
⭐️ The Circle of Magi;
🔥 Blood Magic;
☀️ The Chantry;
❇️ The Divine;
🔵 The Templars;
✳️ The Rite of Tranquility;
🔴 The Mage-Templar War;
☯️ The Order of the Grey Wardens;
🔱 Spirits and the Fade;
🐶 Ferelden;
💎 Orlais;
🎲 The Grand Game;
🌱 Tevinter;
💢 Slavery;
🌺 City Elves;
🌿 Dalish Elves;
⬇️ Underground Dwarves;
⬆️ Surface Dwarves;
❌ Caste system;
📖 The Inquisition;
❓ Religion (one or more of them);
💋 Sexuality and marriage;
🌳 Barbarian cultures;
HOW EAN’NISLEAN LOVES !
Based on the Color Wheel Theory of Love. Repost don’t reblog. Bold the traits of each type of love that are most relevant to your muse.
All these types of love are valid with both benefits and pitfalls. People exhibit them in different ways with different people but tend to follow trends. Everyone experiences more than one.
PRIMARY LOVE
[EROS - ROMANTIC LOVE (Sensuality, Intensity, Passion)]
Feels strong physical and emotional connection through the relationship | Begins with a partner who is a stranger and evokes immediate excitement | May be exclusive but not possessive | Seeks early sexual adventure, variety and technique | Is ready for love and the risks.
[LUDUS - COMPETITIVE LOVE (Teasing, Attention, Fun Before Commitment)]
Is not ready to commit to anyone | Has no intention of falling in love | Is anxious about a partner who is too intimate | Allows early sexual activity only for fun, without emotional connections.
[STORGE - FAMILIAL LOVE (Loyalty, Siblings, and Friends, Commitment)]
Is not looking for love but is ready if encountered | Is quietly possessive but not overly jealous | Believes love comes from friendship but not a goal of life | Only has sexual desires after commitment is declared.
SECONDARY LOVE
[MANIA - OBSESSIVE LOVE (Obsessions, Possessiveness, Jealousy) - Ludus-Eros]
Is anxious about falling in love and has expectations of pain | Quickly becomes overwhelmed by thoughts of their partner | Forces partner into showing affection and emotion | Is easily frustrated and does not enjoy sexual intimacy | Is very possessive and jealous.
[AGAPE - ALTRUISTIC LOVE (Unbreakable, Forgiveness, Wholistic) - Eros-Storge]
Is attracted to several types of people | Meets people easily so most likely will begin with a stranger | Feels concern and care for each partner they have | Is neither jealous nor obsessive | Enjoys sex and is willing to improve it.
[PRAGMA - PRACTICAL LOVE (Rationality, Realism, Collaboration) - Storge-Ludus]
Is certain of their preferable “types” | Begins a relationship with an already familiar person | Believes a loving relationship is desirable for a happy life | Expects reciprocation with feelings | Believes sexual compatibility can be worked out.
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aranea is a total powerlifting futch who deals w her emotions by taking them out on a barbell and she definitely urged prompto to do the same sure during the Deep Depression Decade and he gets Big Beefy on T thanks to this
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“Right… Because I have a choice in the matter.”
He scowls something fierce, something he’s had to refine since learning to live with these circumstances: having what might as well be the reincarnation of any four Archdemons from the previous Blights as a companion. She’s sure as helpful and moralistic as them, he thinks. He would have left long ago if he could. Well. If he couldwithout jeopardizing the state of Ferelden, then Thedas as a whole. If he could without turning his back on what’s left of the Wardens. He’s stuck, he knows, but that doesn’t prevent him from his endless commentary in return. “It’s not like we’re under threat of darkspawn. No, nothing like that.” There’s a pause. “You don’t understand. And you never will.”
There’s that whine of his, the incessant prattle of woe that she has learned to tune out alongside her warden nightmares ( were they not one and the same ? ).
❝ Perhaps you would if you weren’t so spineless and incompetent. ❞ She rebukes coolly, though she appears utterly unoffended, her edges crisp and serrated; swing too close, and he ought to know they would cut him wide open. ❝ You speak as though I have your freedom within my palm, as though I have shackled you like your people have mine. ❞
Emra wouldn’t consider herself witty: she does not tease, neither playfully or otherwise. No, she puts him in his place. He thinks he is so superior in every sense of the word, that his morality might eclipse hers in their entirety, that she has no modicum of emotional range, that she is naught but a blood-thirsty fiend. He snaps at her like a wolf cub bearings its teeth, and she stands yet unimpressed. She has teeth, too, and she is not afraid of sinking them into his core and wetting her lips with blood. She is his elder in more ways than by age alone. A human’s lifespan can hardly be comparable to that of an elf’s. They knew not the comfort of stability, of flourishing, when they are merely delaying the inevitable, just getting by while these shem’len exhaust their days finding reasons to wage war with their neighbours.
She is an individual of circumstance, a product of her hardships, and a formal rejection of the ideals these foolish shem’len attempt to push onto her as though they are equals, as though they do not contradict their every pledge when it does not suit them. She never claims to be anything of the sort. She never claims to be anything less or more than she is: a way forth. She is hardly the only way, but if he will not seize destiny with his own two hands, then he could not fault her the lack of choice.
What is it he thinks she cannot understand? That they are the first line of defence, that if Ferelden falls, then so would the next nation, and the Darkspawn would be indiscriminate in who they come to harm? For what reason does he think she stands her today, to humour him?
❝ You’re right, it is time wasted to grapple with the mind of a child. ❞
let mine be the last sacrifice.