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Ooh sounds fun though! Enjoy! ^^

It always is! I run around being a secretive snake priest person and shouting ‘baked goods’ and going ‘what the hell is my group doing now’ a lot xD

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((Sorry I haven’t been around this week guys! I have a LARP this weekend- Empire- and I’ve had a lot to prep as my character sells baked goods IC! I’m leaving in an hour and just finishing some things up. I’ll get on replies on Sunday night, really sorry I haven’t been able to queue anything.))

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((why are french seams a thing. why. been working on a commission project today, so I might not be on tonight. my fingers hurt.))

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((All replies and starters owed that I can brain right now are up, I’m going to do more sorting (craft supplies tonight) for a bit then I’ll be back! Like for a starter when I return!))

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mutilans:

     Lucky for her he’s neither very elfy, nor very Vinty for that matter. Owning slaves is for those who weren’t slaves themselves. He might find himself becoming slightly fond of her himself. “I hate ‘weird magic shit’ quite a bit myself. A shame he didn’t stay as dead as the magister I killed before him.” Fenris huffed, lips quirking into a little smirk. “I’m sure I have nothing you haven’t already witnessed for yourself.”

“You’ve killed magisters?” Sera’s eyes widened as she stared at him. “Like, lots of them? They all seem up their own arse. Dorian might be one one day, and he’s... alright, most of the time, but from what I’ve heard, Tevinter could use some help from Red Jenny.” She huffed a grumpy breath, shaking her head. “Aw, c’mon. There’s got to be some good stuff from back then. Did you meet his not-sweetie?”

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New people was never fun. New people meant funny looks and ignoring and not understanding and Sera hated it. But sometimes, she had to. Back in Denerim to deal with some plonker who didn’t know what they were doing, but they were definitely doing it badly, and hurting people, she needed to eat. She might be good with a bow- excellent with a bow, even, and her bees were pretty incredible, really, but hunting wasn’t her thing, and elf can’t live on honey alone. It took her too long to find the market, turned around and lost at how Denerim had changed in amongst all the things that had stayed the same. Eventually, she found someone- a dwarf, a girl, stood behind a stall full of things that looked like they could have come right out of the Lady’s estate.

“Excuse me, do you have food? Or just... weird old stuff.” 

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Sera tried so hard. She promised she did, to the ‘Quis, and to Bull, and even to Dorian. She wouldn’t be too mean to Solas anymore. He was an elfy-elf, even if he wasn’t Dalish, and he was a mage, and not even one who stuck by the rules, and he was mean, and he teased her about magic, and, and, and. 

She promised she’d not do things to him on purpose. That she’d not make him do stuff to her, even though that was bollocks. So she sought him out in his big, echoey room in the tower, the library- and Dorian, and Leliana, and a handful of others- maybe staring down as she stood, arms folded, by the door.

“Alright. We might be going out with the ‘Quis next week. Right?”

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“Yeah, but Red Jenny plans don’t use magic! Or weird stuff! Just good, old fashioned silly stuff… sometimes just arrow to the face stuff… but still!” Sera huffed. She still didn’t completely understand the plan, and she hated it when she didn’t understand things properly.

  The witch gave a patient sigh, nose wrinkling to show her true feelings on the discussion. Not at Sera or her words…More at the reminder they provided her: her lack of vision held her back. Always made it more difficult. Her tongue drew across her lips, fingers scratching absentmindedly at her temples. “ Sera, I can’t shoot an arrow in someone’s face. I don’t know where their face is half the time. If you just get them to make enough noise, I can shock them – LITERALLY. ”

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“But hows that work? If we shove their pants down their throat- be hard for them to yell, really.” She hummed softly, tilting her heat to the side. “But I could... Hm. I could make something... Like my jars. And like the bees. I could make something...” She started going through her satchel, often forgotten, full of different alchemical solutions. “Something that makes a noise..”

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miinstrel:

“Make that a definite yes. I’m sure you know all of the fun places, Sera.” It took a certain amount of willpower to not jump in her seat at the unexpected contact to her ankle; though, her leg did twitch a bit. But it isn’t unwelcome and silently Maryden moves her foot closer to Sera’s under the table. “Some Duke of Val Chevin or something. In fact, I don’t even really think he was who he said he was. The whole party was extremely suspicious. Had passwords to get in and everything.” The songstress allows herself a wry smile at the memory and takes another sip of her drink. “Cramps aren’t the worst thing that’s happened to me while playing. It’s all in the job description, unfortunately. I’ve gotten used to it after awhile.”

“’Course I know all the fun places. I only go to the boring ones when the ‘Quiz makes me, and then I make them fun.” Sera frowned a little of the name. “Duke of Val Chevin? I’ll ask around. Sounds like an arse-face, and arse-faces don’t get to stay arsey when the Red Jennies are around.” She finished off her drink completely, tipping it up over her face. “Another?”

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darmisu:

“You get to do that a lot? Travel around Thedas and recruit people for your cause?” 

That part didn’t sound bad at all. Leilani could think of worse ways to spend what were possibly her last years before The Calling would claim her. She loved her clan, still cared for them deeply, but after all she’d done and seen, returning to their slow-paced, dull life was no longer an option. Not to mention she didn’t want them to witness her painful and inevitable demise, so perhaps joining the Inquisition herself wasn’t such an odd idea.

“Feels like decades since I’ve last been in a proper Tavern,” she said with an exaggerated sigh of mournfulness, tilting her head towards Sera. “Speaking of which, I’ve a room at the Gnawed Noble rented for tonight. I was planning to leave Denerim tomorrow, but if you say there’s stuff – fun stuff – to do here… I guess I could stay a little longer.”

In truth, she cherished the break from dreary weeks spent travelling on her own, the journeys into the Deep Roads, and hunting down darkspawn stragglers on the surface. It was a nice and welcomed change of pace. Even better when considering the company.

“Don’t get me wrong – it’s not a formal invitation to my bedchamber. Unless you want it to be,” she added, cocking an eyebrow and smiling knowingly.

She hummed softly, shifting to kick her legs out in front of her on the barrel. “We pick up people as we go around. The Inquisitor... they’re like this beacon, yeah? Like a glowy-hope-thing, and people come to them, and join up and do stuff, because... even if they don’t believe the world’s gone all iffy and even if they’re not scared of the sky, they believe in the ‘Quiz. And that’s the point of it. People believing and hoping and fighting. So we travel and people come to us, too.”

“Well, there’s the Herald’s Rest in Skyhold. Where I live. And Bull. But he’s not got a room, he just kind of... passes out on the table. And Cole. I dunno if he sleeps, really. Creepy little-” She scoffed a little. “Anyway, I got wind of this- arsy face noble who’s been beating his servants and stuff, but because of all the- mad crap, they can work for him or come join the Inquisition, so I’m going to make sure he learns not to be- well. Arsy.”

Blushing slightly, she smiled. “Well. I’m not good with formal. Formal’s boring. But I’m not going to say no to seeing what the inside of the Gnawed Noble looks like...”

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((Would anyone like a starter? I’m working on 2 replies I have muse for right now. Open to AU verses too!))

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Dear People I have Threads with;

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Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.

Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible

Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.

Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.

Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you. 

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I was tagged to do a thing (archetype quiz) by @darmisu, tagging anyone who wants to do it!

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detailed writer prompts

what sociocultural factors of your own life do you think influenced your choice of character and how you play them?

what is more important to you, narrative or style? if so, why, and how do you think you portray that in your writing?

what iconography (symbols/images/motifs/etc.) do you associate with your character and why? how do you portray this in your writing? 

without using your fc, describe your character physically - not just looks but also movement, posture, etc. 

do you think your chosen fc could play your character the way you write them? if not, what changes do you think would have to be made? 

let’s say someone else was going to write your character - what are the main points of their personality that you would tell the other writer to focus on? what about outside of that? images/symbols/moments in their life/etc. 

what sort of medium do you think your character is best suited for (literature/film/graphic novel/etc.) ? if they are a canon, do you think there’s a medium that fits the character better than their current one?

what writers influenced the way that you yourself write? how so? are there any that influenced you negatively? 

when you see a partner’s response to a thread, what are common misconceptions/assumptions you see other characters making about yours? is that purposeful? 

how do you think your character fits into your view of society? do you see them as a social critique? a celebration of certain societal values? 

what mythic deity do you think best embodies the core values of your character? how so? 

what is your character’s ideology? what beliefs and values are most important to them and how do they impact their decision making? 

how has your character’s socioeconomic background influenced their ideology?

do you see your character/their narrative as allegorical? if so, how do you attempt to portray this through your threads? if not, do you think that the lack of allegorical symbolism says anything about their metaphorical meaning? 

for canons: do you think your character is a foil for another character? how so? 

for ocs: what does your character metaphorically represent to you? what is their symbolic value as it pertains to you as a writer?