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independent, private, semi selective multimuse writing blog (iconless) for both canon and original characters

[draelith]

YOUR EYES WHISPERED, "HAVE WE MET?"

— an independent & semi selective fantasy based multimuse roleplay blog for canon & original characters, as canon divergent + headcanon based featured fandoms include dragon age and world of warcraft and more

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#draelith — echo of blood-bound magic and ancient spirits; lost hope, lose and finding the light, found family, obligations above all, never give up — never give in

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[scapedgrace]

        hawke felt a certain swell of anticipation at the knight-commander's name. whatever cullen had on his mind, if it involved meredith, it must've been huge. the way he kept glancing around as if afraid she might be hanging over his shoulder also spoke to the importance of what he was thinking. that being said, hawke had to wonder if he was really considering it, or if they were only catching him in a moment of desperation.

       “are you absolutely sure you want to talk to me about this?” hawke asked, somewhat skeptically. it did seem odd to them that a templar would feel right confiding about the knight-commander to the city's most notorious apostate. “because i'd be happy to listen, but it might be better for us to take a walk. along the coast, maybe?” they arched a brow and tilted their head pointedly. “i could meet you there this afternoon.” 

[draelith]

A nod followed - a little hesitant, but it was there and visible. Cullen had decided to confide in someone. And Hawke had proven himself to be reliable and trustworthy. Maybe they didn’t share the same views, but that didn’t really matter. Hawke wanted what was best for this city. So did Cullen. “See you tonight…” With those words, he turned away; his nervousness eased a little, but the tension remained.

Until evening came, time dragged by at a snail’s pace. Cullen stayed in his office to avoid running into anyone, and then announced he was heading out on a patrol along the coast to keep an eye on the Qunari. No one questioned his statement. No one doubted that he was telling the truth. Because he was considered loyal. He definitely felt a twinge in his stomach. But it didn’t matter.

Standing here at sunset, with the sea breeze blowing directly into his face, helped the Templar leader relax a little. When he heard footsteps, he turned around. Seeing Hawke here alone put him at ease even more.

“Thank you for coming…,” were his first words. “Thank you for the suggestion” hung unspoken in the air.

“Are you sure you want to hear that?” Once spoken, the words could not be taken back. Hawke would then bear the same burden as Cullen.

[maritimesnes]

You know what fuck this *puts on my seal skin and fucks off back to the ocean*

[draelith]

Hello, I can’t write in the next few days. Will be back soon.

[champion-fem-hawke]

Marian couldn't afford to sit still, not when the very foundation of Kirkwall was crumbling bit by bit. Between the threat of Qunari invasion and the rising tensions between the Templars and mages, more and more people were turning to her for guidance. She didn't have all the answers - she was simply trying to make a living and provide for what little family she had left. She didn't want to bother her companions with her dilemma, so she thought that some fresh air was what she needed.

Her feet started walking without much thought of where she wanted to go. Before she knew it, she found herself at the steps of Kirkwall's Circle, a small sigh escaping her when she recognized a familiar face. The knight captain seemed deep in thought when she approached, an expression she knew all too well. When he finally acknowledged her, she was suddenly at a loss for words, her usual friendly greeting far from her mind.

"Forgive me," she said softly. "I didn't mean to disturb you..." She began fidgeting with her gloves, blue gaze shifting about. "Is it alright if I speak with you privately?"

[draelith]

The fact that she wanted to speak with him in private didn’t bode well. Still, he didn’t hesitate for a moment. Hawke had proven to be a valuable ally. And if Hawke showed up, Cullen would help. He’d sworn to himself that much by now. No matter what it cost him. So he just nodded slightly and walked away from where they’d met. After all, he wasn’t alone here, so it wasn’t a problem for him to step away for a moment. He wouldn’t let anyone down. Not ever again.

“What happened?” In a side alley, away from the hustle and bustle, with no one nearby, Cullen turned back to her and looked at her intently. He’d made sure himself that no one was there who could eavesdrop on them. Maybe a few rats, but that hardly counted.

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?

[lottienats]

I mean, being any kind of happy is better than being miserable about someone you can't have.

[dcviums]

She may have been shaking, her small frame bundled as tightly as she could manage. That was why Nimue never came to this spot. The closer to the ground, the closer to Skyhold's underground hot springs that allowed for what scarce heat there was to be found. Listening, Cullen's words gained a thoughtful rumble, though it might have had less conviction than she wished for.

"It's... cold. I thought it would be good to come think up here." Her brows knit. "Instead, I'm shivering and staring at tents that I normally try and forget exist." So many had come to support the Inquisition--- to support her--- and they had settled in the freezing valley below. What a terrible place for an encampment. "Are... are they okay down there? Are there enough blankets? Furs? Fires? Do they need me to bring back more furs, next time I go out? I could find some in the Hinterlands. Bears, maybe..."

[draelith]

Once again, Nimue was only worried about the others, not herself. She couldn’t find any peace. That wasn’t good; Cullen knew this firsthand, which is why he forced himself to take a short break and come up here. Even though the situation was growing increasingly critical and he would have loved to work all day and all night, he couldn’t demand that of his body. He knew the price he’d have to pay. And it was far too high.

“No, they’re doing fine so far. The soldiers go hunting regularly to get more pelts.” Acting on instinct, Cullen placed his hand on the Inquisitor’s shoulder for a brief moment. “You’re doing a really great job. And you don’t have to do everything on your own.” Then he withdrew his hand, unsure if that had even been the right thing to do. His gaze wandered off toward the mountains. “They have a fire, a place to stay, and can help out themselves if they want to…,” he added

@dcvium

[arpmemething2]

Send a ♬ for a starter where our muses are dancing together

[psychecreations]

They never cared about me. Well, then I don't care about them.

[giaunt]

GIAUNT (N): an obsolete spelling of giant.

RP blog for 2 original characters (+ maybe others as guests) from an original story of the mun's creation that takes heavy inspiration from fantasy and fairy tales and includes heavy influence from the supernatural, horror and sci-fi genres. Originally established on Tumblr in 2016, reworked and revived in 2022 + mostly here to write with friends, though I'm glad to meet new ones. Loved by Marker (they/she, over 25)

[draelith]

open starter from krasus, dragon/high elf, wow

Magic was so natural to the tall figure - who was currently taking the form of a high elf - that he couldn’t help but feel magic in every fiber of his being whenever it was being practiced nearby. His steps automatically led him in that direction; curiosity had gripped him, as so often happened in such moments. He watched the magic being cast from a distance safe enough that he wouldn’t be spotted right away. He was able to blend in.

[muses-in-my-mind]

Shadowheart walked down the busy street, her silver ponytail swaying side to side with each sure step. Visiting all her usual vendors, her arms were quickly filled with parcels of fresh herbs and a small satchel of blueberries. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar flicker of red and smiled brightly.

"Karlach! I missed you. I'd give you a hug but my hands are full. Will you walk with me? I need to bring the herbs back to the temple to make more healing potions and the berries are for the stray cats that linger outside. I could use some company, if you are willing."

[draelith]

The familiar voice snapped her out of her contemplation, and within seconds, a smile lit up Karlach’s face. “Shadowheart!” Seeing the platinum-blonde woman here definitely made her happy. She didn’t know exactly where all her friends had gone, but they’d all come back eventually. “Let me help you,” she said, taking the basket from the other woman without waiting for a reply. Hugs were possible now. Karlach’s body heat no longer burned anyone, even though she was still unusually warm. So the fact that Shadowheart wanted to hug her was a pure joy for the tiefling.

Walking back to the temple wasn’t difficult. Everyone here knew the two of them, and they stepped back respectfully; even though some wanted to walk with them or spoke to them, they were largely (friendly) ignored.

“It’s nice to see that you’re using your healing abilities and bringing food to the kittens…”

[draelith]

open starter from sky, winx club

He lowered his sword, his breath coming in gasps, sweat glistening on his body. He’d been training. Hard, but it felt good. He reached for his water bottle and took a sip before turning toward the lake. He’d deliberately chosen this spot so he could cool off after training. There was hardly anything better.

[dhampiravidi]

In a way, it was a good thing that Jaena had already had her own weird experiences with the supernatural; it meant that Wrath’s message to her was easier to believe, even if the part about the Lessers & imminent danger was fucking terrifying. She appreciated that he, a seven-foot-tall brooding assassin built like a linebacker (who could’ve easily cosplayed as Death) was looking out for her. She just hoped that the people who’d raised her stayed safe. Her own life wasn’t that exciting, so she wouldn’t mind abandoning her mostly-tedious job for getting to know her father. She wanted to learn about him before he died.

Jaena thought about sending Sock to be raised by her parents, but Wrath wasn’t giving her much of an option (no, she wasn’t going to leave her beloved cat with roommates she hardly trusted to stay out of her leftovers). So, before anything else, she got her cat into his carrier. Then, she emptied out the duffel bag she’d used to move in & put in some basic clothes (mostly jeans & t-shirts), plus toiletries, a leather jacket, a sweatshirt, flip-flops, her laptop & a notebook. Sock’s bag of cat food was shoved in last.

Jaena walked out carrying the duffel, Sock in his carrier, & her small crossbody purse. She wasn’t the most sentimental person, object-wise.

“Uh, hi,” she awkwardly said to the driver, who got out to put her biggest bag in…the front, smushed down towards the car floor. He nodded, then retook the driver’s seat without a word. Since I’m a princess…do I have to sit in the back? He didn’t give her any instruction, so she followed her gut.

Jaena got into the back, next to Wrath. She buckled up, then rested her poor imprisoned cat on her lap. “Sock is going to whimper at first. He hates driving around, but he’ll be OK,” she explained, “Nothing too loud.” She bit her lip. “Hi…” Her dark eyes spotted the driver’s, which were curiously locked on her own. “I’m Jaena. Nice to meet you. Uh…is there time for me to call my mom, or is this a ‘throw-away-my-SIM-card kind-of-situation?”

[draelith]

Tohr helped the woman load her things before getting back in the front seat. As soon as the doors closed, the car pulled away. They weren’t going to waste any more time. “Hi, Jaena,” Tohr said in a neutral tone. He glanced at her briefly in the rearview mirror before focusing on the traffic and rummaging through a side compartment, then tossed a cell phone back onto the seat between Wrath and Jaena. “Take this.” It wasn’t locked, so she could use it freely. Wrath stared straight ahead and heard the cat meow - uncertainly, softly - so he reached out and unzipped his jacket slightly to slip his finger inside. The cat rubbed its head against his finger but continued to meow softly. “You’ll feel right at home in that house, little one,” he muttered. He knew exactly how the cat must be feeling. Locked up, unable to see anything. Wrath knew that feeling all too well. Neither he nor Tohr tried too hard to eavesdrop on Jaena and her mother’s conversation, even though that was obviously impossible. But they didn’t stare at them; instead, Tohr looked stubbornly straight ahead, and Wrath played with Sock using his finger. 

The drive took a good 30 minutes because of the traffic. It was already starting to get light on the horizon. As they drove into the forest, Wrath turned toward the woman beside him. “You’re going to feel a strange sensation in a moment. There’s a protective shield over the estate to keep anyone from coming here unless they know what they’re looking for.” He knew the feeling: the fog that swallowed them up confused the mind for a moment; if you didn’t know what you were doing here, you’d just turn back… but they kept driving. And shortly afterward, the first massive gate came into view. It didn’t take long before it opened. And then the second gate. The walls here were even higher and more massive. Tohr had taken a different entrance than the direct driveway. Getting through seemed almost impossible. That dizzy feeling in her head returned, but then it was over, and before them stretched the underground garage with dozens of cars. Expensive cars. Armored. Fast. Tohr parked the car at the edge, right next to the door leading into the house. Solid steel. A control panel next to it. A code was entered, and the door swung open.

First, there was the hallway in the cellar. Wrath led the way. Tohr carried Jaena’s bag. She was carrying the cat. Down here, there were all kinds of rooms: medical and training rooms, a movie theater, a storage area. The entrance to the cave. At the moment, a yawning void. Wrath could faintly hear the bass from a distance. The brothers’ boots echoed, making them sound even more dangerous than they already were. Then they went up a flight of stairs, past another massive door with a control panel. And then they stood in the old and magnificent mansion, polished to a high shine, beautifully furnished. At least that’s what they told Wrath. He smelled the old wood and the cleaning supplies and knew exactly where every item was. “I’ll take the bag to the guest room and let Fritz know to set out a food bowl and everything else for Sock,” Wrath nodded to Tohr. He heard him leave the huge hallway and stomp up the grand staircase. To the guest wing. Here, carpet covered the marble floors everywhere, so the footsteps sounded more muffled.  “That’s the mansion…,” Wrath turned to Jaena. “You can let the cat out if you want. Or put him in the guest room first. Whatever’s best for him.”

Muffled voices drifted from the kitchen. It smelled of food, of clattering dishes. But Wrath knew it was the Doges cleaning up, and no one would be eating anymore. It was too late for that. Strange. He rarely missed the last meal. But the vampire also knew that there was plenty of food ready for the three of them, and they could eat whenever they wanted. By the goddess, if Jaena wanted something else to eat, they’d prepare something new for her, too.

George, the golden retriever, came up to Wrath and snuggled against his leg. Without even thinking, he reached into the animal’s fur and stroked it. Now he felt much safer. “You can rest in your room. The staff will bring you food if you’d like to dine alone.” Everyone in the house was keeping their distance. Wrath had made it clear: no one was to disturb them. Only Beth would come by, if he allowed it. 

[draelith]

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