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Kaledo Art
we're not kids anymore.
art blog(derogatory)
Jules of Nature
Show & Tell
Three Goblin Art
Love Begins
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@multi-muse-mayhem
Chess and Chat
“I’m not that bad at chess.” Katalia frowned as The Iron Bull laughed harder.
“Look Talia. You’re a great mage. A better alchemist. But, a chess player.” He shook his head.
Katalia dropped down onto the seat opposite him. “I’ve been practicing with Solas.” She lied. Chess held no appeal for her, but she liked The Iron Bull well enough to play if it meant spending a bit of time with him. She slid a pawn forward two squares opening up a path for her king’s bishop.
90% of all my Dragon Age Inquisition playthroughs can just be summed up as
If you don’t do Demands of the Qun, the Chargers live, but Bull remains loyal to the qun. If you leave him behind, he’ll arrive through a side door to fight you on Viddasala’s orders anyway.
Consider Krem.
Consider Krem, who sits in a chair on Bull’s bad side, to be his eyes, so the chief can relax when he’s off-duty. Consider Krem, who trusts Bull with his life, but knows he can get up to some truly hair-brained shenanigans when left on his own, and watches him as often as he watches the room.
Consider Krem seeing Bull slip out of the tavern, silently, without a word to anyone, with his jaw set and his eye sharp. Consider Krem feeling unease in the pit of his stomach, an unshakable feeling that something is up. Consider Krem following, quietly.
Bull is good at what he does, but he’s focused on his mission and he’s taught Krem well. Consider the Iron Bull and his shadow passing unseen, both driven by a duty and loyalty of very different kinds.
The Iron Bull arrives to join the fight, on the wrong side, on the right side, to prove himself a traitor and a loyal soldier.
Krem knows Iron Bull is a qunari, knows he is Ben Hassrath, but it’s one thing to know a fact and another thing to know. The Iron Bull does not act like a qunari. He sings dirty songs and he drinks and he laughs too loud and he fucks like it’s going out of style.
Consider Krem, for the first time, seeing Hissrad.
No hard feelings, bas.
In this version of the story, Iron Bull’s loyalty was never tested. He never had to make a sacrifice, one way or the other. This is the story where Iron Bull could have it both ways, where he could continue his knife-edge dance between Tal Vashoth and Qunari.
But in being both, he is also neither, and when Krem charges in and places himself between Hissrad and the Inquisitor, there is no certainty for the Iron Bull to lean on. The qunari sees an obstacle to be dealt with, but the tal vashoth sees Krem.
“What are you doing, Chief?"
Do the words come? I am doing my duty. Anaan esaam qun. Or do they stick in his throat, hot and raw, because without certainty, the orders made his head swim and his stomach tie into knots, made the faces of the men and women he’s fought beside flicker like nightmares in his mind. The qun has been so far and so distant for so long. To have it this close again, is it a comfort? Or a cage? Does he know the difference?
"Get out of the way, Krem."
”No.“
Krem is loyal to the Iron Bull first and foremost, but in this world, the tal vashoth world, loyalty is not blind obedience. It’s Krem’s job to push back, to question schemes, to be the voice of something like reason.
"Don’t do this, Chief. This isn’t you."
But it is. But it isn’t. An order was given. One that Hissrad is compelled to obey. One that the Iron Bull is incapable of obeying.
"You have to go through me first,” Krem says, angry, determined, defiant, unflinching. Consider Krem, loyal beyond death, who found a friend and a purpose and a home with the Iron Bull. Whose last thoughts, in another story, were of certainty and trust. He’ll come. He’ll call. He won’t leave us. Horns pointing up. In every story where he stands between Hissrad and Iron Bull, he is not afraid.
There is no version of this story where he dies. When the ax falls, it is from numb fingers, and it rings bloodless against the stones at their feet.
As long as Krem draws breath, Hissrad will always become Iron Bull.
can this please get a reblog if you believe rp ships don't have an expiration date?
like unless there was some fall out that happened along the way. and whether it’s been a long or short while since our ship interacted and/or since we as muns have spoken/plotted something about it, you’d still be cool with starting that ship over or perhaps picking up where they left off ??
An intimate relationship is not necessarily a physical relationship. Rather, it is a trusting, close friendship with another person in which one can be honest without fear of rejection.
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Chess and Chat
“I’m not that bad at chess.” Katalia frowned as The Iron Bull laughed harder.
Does anyone in real life know about your RPing hobby and what, if anything, have they said about it?
Yes, and they’re not interested in rping. Why?
Ask the mun about their writing!
As a writer, who is your biggest inspiration?
Besides writing, what other creative outlets do you have?
Does anyone in real life know about your RPing hobby and what, if anything, have they said about it?
Have you always liked to write and at what age did you start?
Have you considered writing professionally or do you have plans to?
How do you find inspiration to write when you can seem to find your muse?
How do you handle the toxicity sometimes found in the roleplaying community, particularly in fandoms?
How has roleplaying, specifically, impacted your life?
How has writing improved your life and do you see yourself sticking with it?
How many muses do you have and which do you relate to most? Why?
How much time a day would you say is devoted to your writing?
Is there a quote from a piece of literature that holds great value to you? What is it and why is it important to you?
What advice can you give to someone who has just begun RPing on tumblr?
What are your fears when it comes to writing online?
What do you typically look for in a roleplay partner?
What inspired you to start writing?
What is your favorite genre to write?
What made you want to join the roleplaying community?
What one piece of literature has been most inspirational/life changing for you? Why?
Who are your top three favorite fictional characters and why?
To post or not to post...
I want to rp, but the more I think about rping on Tumblr in particular, the more I want to delete my Tumblr and go somewhere else. Especially since I heard about the Purge that happened while I was away.
I’m too distractable to keep up with a site like Tumblr on a truly regular basis. Is it really fair of me to try and find people to rp with only to very likely disappear on them at some future point in time? I miss my dear friends that I made here. I don’t want to be someone other people miss when I vanish for another handful of years because I can’t deal with the drama or the fear of drama.
Remember that lineart pic I did with Alistair? Well decided to add some colour to it. Here is he! XD
I don’t know how I didn’t figure this out but now that I have I don’t know what to do with this information
This is some woke shit wtf
Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.
Hello, I’m shy.
I will admire you from afar but please don’t be alarmed if I awkwardly message you some day when I work up the courage. It be like that sometimes.
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This.
It’s genuinely worrying to me how often white supremacist misogynist dudes have a weird Viking obsession. The Vikings did not agree with you. Stop dragging the Vikings into this.
Right-wingers: We should treat the Muslims like the Vikings did! Me: You mean travel thousands of miles to strike up profitable trade deals with them in their own countries and establish mutually beneficial business arrangements? Right-wingers: Wot?
Move to a predominantly Muslim country, convert to Islam, and become famous makers of cheese.
Joining in on that ship dynamics meme hehe
