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[luna-mxth]

ok but consider: sontna and cullen.

"I respect the commander, and these days I even consider him a friend, but I'm not certain I could."

y'know....................................

I hate to say I think that's one of the few ships I'm not sure I could ship? I've tried in the past, and it's not a full on notp like sontna/sera would be but it would be t o u g h given their shared History.

[rpmemesbyarat]

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

Note: They do not have to be ones my muses would like!

[luna-mxth]

I did three, and now i'm tired

Vin and Aia will be next ;v; (once I am no longer tired)

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Ooooh another random factoid: norrim doesn’t greasy foods… bad mouth feel.

[luna-mxth]

📂📂📂 sontna 📂📂📂 norrim

These might not actually be useless?

Sontna:

📂 Orlesian is her second language, and common is her third! She had an Orlesian accent when speaking common and worked hard to get rid of it once she left Orlais.

📂 Her favorite flavor of cake is rum cake with vanilla icing.

📂 Her dress to the winter palace ball was made primarily of silk organza.

Norrim:

📂 Norrim’s handwriting is only legible to her. It’s too messy for anyone else.

📂 She was an incredibly attentive big sister… If Sontna put Ori down Norrim would swoop in and pick her back up, and would move Ori from her crib to her own bed.

📂 Her favorite fruit is strawberries, and she hated fish as a child. She still dislikes fish, but she’ll eat it if it’s the only thing around.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

[luna-mxth]

@perditus continued from here:

They certainly had a ‘proud’ , bloody history. Even the Crows of the past vehemently refused to do business with them. Only as a mark would their names end up etched upon their contracts. Lucanis himself had certainly filled the archives with records of their kin’s demise. Something he was not only proud of but keen on continuing.  “ I had thought even they might have some shred of common sense on who to align with. I suppose that was too much to ask for ” the assassin responded, kneeling down in the shadows. Only his eyes were slightly illuminated by a faint purple hue, the demon within also paying rapt attention.  A few Venatori patrolled below, their eyes searching the darkness for any hidden foes.  “ After you? ”

"Well... a ten year history with them has told me the Venatori are not the brightest," Norrim murmured, hopefully quietly enough that it wouldn't carry through the building's marble halls. Powerful? Yes. Well connected? Certainly. But far from the type to consider the potential consequences of their actions.

"What doesn't make sense is that they could get past the Elfishness of it all. Power is power, I suppose. They were already dealing in red lyrium."

She unhooked her staff from her back, but did nothing with it yet... magic would only alert their enemies. And there was still a chance they could strike from the shadows.

"Think there's a chance we could sneak around and get what we need without a fight?"

[skyfiresmuses]

A long, disappointed sigh escaped Guinevere's lips at the answer. It was exactly the answer she'd been expecting, but she was disappointed by it nonetheless.

"And you must be born a mage? There's no way to become one later in life?" She knew the answer to this too, as it had been taught in her studies that mages were born rather than made, but perhaps an actual mage would know secrets not taught to noblewomen in their studies. Perhaps there was a potion or a location or a spirit that could grant one the ability to perform magic.

She watched the elf closely, a slight smile on her face. "Sorry, I've been told I ask too many questions." Mostly by her sister. "It's just... well, I've never met a mage before."

She'd never met a mage and she had so many questions, her mind brimming with curiosity. There was so much she wanted to learn, so many questions she wanted to ask.

[luna-mxth]

It was odd for someone to be disappointed by the fact that they couldn't learn magic... not that it was a common question for Vin to get. (Most just wanted to make sure they wouldn't be one of those maleficars practicing blood magic.) Their ears shifted, head tilting just a bit. She seemed... genuinely saddened by their answer.

"Yes... all mages were born with the ability to draw magic from the fade." Vin's voice was gentle as they explained, the same way they spoke when tutoring apprentices fresh to the Circle. "But it manifests at a different time for everyone, and in different ways. One mage may accidentally freeze something, or make it snow in the summer, or even set something on fire. Some mages' magic appears when they're very young, and some when they're teenagers."

They gave her an apologetic smile, and when she apologized, that smile shifted, became more amused than anything.

"Really? Your father never hired someone from the Circle, even for healing?" Still, they shook their head. "I don't mind the questions. People just... don't usually ask."

[fatedmuses]

@luna-mxth liked for a starter! (Vin)

Tamlen eyed the other elf warily. The lack of Vallaslin marked them a city elf, different from the Dalish Tamlen had grown up with.

But they were a warden. And the loneliness that had began to gnaw at him, since he'd left his clan, eased, if only slightly. Perhaps they didn't know what it meant to be Dalish. But they still knew what it meant to be an elf, in this world.

"Wouldn't head that way, if I were you," he offered, pointing back towards Ostagar. "Nothing left but death and darkspawn." Tamlen tried to smile, but it probably came out more like a grimace. "We barely escaped ourselves."

And the how of that escape was still a topic of contention. But Tamlen had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Didn't mean he had to trust the Witch. Nor the daughter she'd sent with them.

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Vin was beyond relieved to find any other wardens alive. They knew this Dalish warden very little, just that he was the newest recruit... but that didn't matter. The moment they saw him and his little party at the old elven bridge, they sprinted to him, throwing their arms around Alistair first, then this other Warden. (They didn't do the same to the strange young woman. That... seemed like a bad idea.) His words drew a soft, sad sigh from Vin, and they shook their head.

"I know. Duncan put me with the mages... said they needed a healer that knew the Blight. It's only because of them that I got out."

They'd heard terrible things about what happened after their escape, though, from refugees who didn't realize Vin was one of the wanted Wardens. Concern was etched into their features as the looked to Tamlen for answers.

"No one else escaped?" they asked softly. "How... how did you?"

[mortiscustos]

"I don't imagine so." Truth was, Osiris didn't really know. He hadn't come across this particular situation before, personally, and thus he didn't really know how he could handle it. They simply had to guess, and take one gentle step at a time. "It is possible that Atris will have some few nightmares with him nearby, to begin with - - recalling their parting. But beyond that? I don't believe there will be any issue."

[luna-mxth]

"That's... manageable, I think?"

Norrim paused. She knew Atris suffered nightmares already, so it didn't seem like a bad trade-off to her, but... was that her call to make? The more she thought about it... the less comfortable she felt surprising him in such a way.

"I think... we ought to speak to him before doing anything," she finally said. "Even if it won't harm them physically." She turned back to Nedan, squeezing his hands gently. "Will you be alright here until we return? I promise we won't be long."

[inevitableking]

He laughed, genuinely and heartily for a moment. "Yes, I suppose that would be something to consider good luck," he commented, wiping at a tear that had gathered in his eye. "Though don't go wishing bad luck upon us. There would be a new Blight simply to prove us wrong. Though I think I'll let the other Wardens handle it this time."

He sat with the humor even though she wasn't laughing, feel a little awkward until he was given the opportunity to speak about Leliana. "Yes!" Alistair answered easily, "We met in a Tavern in Lothering. She'd been a Sister at the Chantry there and just - well, she managed to talk her way into our traveling group and stuck with us until the Blight was over. I'm still not sure how except that everything she did she did so calmly and deliberately that I don't think anybody knows what she's doing until it's done. I know I gave up sometime around the time we reached Denerim."

He pursed his lips. "Except gossiping. She had no problem with being loud there, although at least it provides good information now. Which she does share fairly often as our positions allow. It's all much less formal than you might think, though she's one of the few people on whose judgement I would stake something important on without needing the details first. What about you? How did you come to know her?"

[luna-mxth]

People had so little reason to laugh lately that when Alistair did, it surprised Sontna, just a bit. And yet... it was so real she couldn't help but smile in return, more genuinely than before, even if she didn't laugh out loud the way he did. (It was easy to see the dark humor in her comments, even having lived it.)

"Don't worry, I won't speak anything into existence," she replied, a teasing note in her voice. "I'm not certain we could handle that on top of the Venatori."

When he spoke about Leliana, and how they travelled together and met, his admiration and care for her was obvious: more than a competent spymaster, she was a friend, and someone he trusted with his peoples' lives. Regardless of what information Leliana collected about her, perhaps she could trust her the same way... at least with the people of Haven. Her ears shifted absently, her smile growing.

"Oh, she's gossiped plenty here, but... after so long alone, I don't think I've minded it too much." As to how they met... Her expression shifted, so slightly it would be easy to miss.

"I awoke to four swords pointed at me, Cassandra questioning me about the mountain exploding... and Leliana simply watching. Not my finest hour."

[bushelofmuses]

Soap shivered and darted around her head a moment before settling back in Norrim's hand. They seemed pleased by the attention, at least.

"I just don't want to be too much of a bother, is all," she admitted sheepishly. Chandler always worried that she'd be a hindrance of some kind. Sure, she could rein it in when she needed to, but it still slipped out. Mischief was just too fun to give up; it was part of her nature, she supposed.

She tried to behave around Emmrich and Taash the most, worried about the judgement or disappointment in her behavior; Chandler felt more at ease around the others, but some part of her still fretted.

"Thank you for the assurance though. It's appreciated." Be polite, she heard her father's voice in the back of her mind.

Maybe she and Lucanis could bake something together.

"Oh, I made him guess how many croissants I stuffed in my mouth at once the other day. I couldn't get a read on him to see if he was exasperated or amused." She paused. "It was three, by the way. And damn were they good...so flakey."

[luna-mxth]

"Chandler, you're a part of the team," Norrim replied gently. "You're not a bother to anybody here. If anybody had a problem... we're all adult enough to admit it. Air it before it becomes a problem. And since nobody's done that... you can assume no one has a problem, right?" She put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You're a good mage and you belong here."

It had felt... surprisingly difficult to convince Chandler that she really meant well, and that the group accepted her. How could they possibly be effective as a team if they didn't? Her ears shifted, and she listened as Chandler talked about her time with their companions, a smile playing at her lips. Nobody else in the Lighthouse would come up with such a... unique pastime. Maybe the wisps, if they had mouths, or Manfred, if he had a digestive tract. She gave an amused huff and shook her head.

"I hope you're going to replace those... they were all the way from Orlais! And I didn't even get one!" She gave Chandler a teasing grin. "Now I'm jealous."

[luna-mxth]

have this stupid meme instead of the replies i was supposed to be working on

[lapis-memes]

Anonymously confess something that your muse wants to tell mine.

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oh shit vin's birthday's coming up! june 10

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@skyfiresmuses asked:

"Are you certain a non-mage can't learn magic?" to whatever mage you wish from Guinevere

Vin was caught off-guard by the woman, their ears shifting as they looked up from patching and healing a recently-gained injury. They'd felt lucky enough that a local noble hadn't been immediately hostile to their party, but to also be allowed shelter? That felt like a miracle straight from the Maker.

No one so far, though, had been willing to approach them, either afraid of the Blight or afraid of their magic. At the question, they gave her a confused look, but finished closing their wound before answering.

"...I'm sorry my Lady," they replied softly, "But I'm fairly confident that's the case. Though anyone can study enchantments. And anyone can study magical theory. To draw from the Fade, though... that takes a mage."