𝑮 𝑰 𝑳 𝑫 𝑬 𝑫 !!

finding it, though, that’s not the 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 . it’s 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨

[ofgildedmuses]

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 // 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

    my name is BIRCH / JACK , i am transgender man ( on hrt since 10/19/20 ) , my pronouns are he/him , and this is where i come to write MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS , with verses in series such as DRAGON AGE , FALLOUT , RED DEAD REDEMPTION , MASS EFFECT and KINGSMAN . my rules are located :

HERE for docs ( mobile friendly )

       like i said , my name is birch , or jack if you’re feeling it , and i’m very excited to meet and interact with you !!

[ofgildedmuses]

               @misthiios

      in her years since calling england  h o m e  eivor had come to notice the subtleties in it’s splendor . the days had grown longer , with the sun hanging longer at the crest of it’s ascension before it began it’s plummet into a shorter night . it was in one such night ravensthorpe had been cast into now , with the grass at it’s ankles alight with hundreds of glowworms -- dancing and celebrating to a silent song not meant for their like . it was almost enough to bring homesickness to mind --

      -- a sky above alight with the thundering hooves of the valkyrie , carrying those danes that had fallen with valor and honor to the halls of the dead --

            -- but was she not in the presence of a valkyrie of her own ? kassandra mystified eivor . enraptured her in a way she could not quite comprehend . light followed her with blinding brilliance . . . it was confusing , yet entirely comforting . kassandra was human , eivor guessed , yet she seemed to float above , through, and beyond such an existance . and perhaps that was why she had to leave ? 

      she had made it clear : after the festivities , she would go . just like she had sworn after they had met in skye . then after they had their fill of mead after their mysterious weapon had been unearthed . perhaps now it was less stubbornness that persuaded eivor to seek the woman out , than confidence . she had succeeded thrice before , why not try her luck again ?

                  ❝ is the company of danes so unpleasant that you would leave without a farewell ? ❞         harsh words , but there was a grin playing across eivor’s lips . leaned against a thick wooden pillar , eivor watched kassandra through a grin lazy yet content . 

        ❝ you never did tell me where you call home ? before i let you slink away into the night alone , would you sate my curiosity , and ease my concerns : do you have a place to wander to ? ❞

[ofgildedmuses]

misthiios​:

          ❝more exciting? i don’t see how we could get more exciting without the need for the ferryman.❞ 

     she wraps her hand around her mug once more and brings it to her lips. she isn’t used to the taste of such a honeyed drink, but with each sip finds it more to her liking than the last. it isn’t wine, but it isn’t bad. 

          ❝well now you have to tell me, is this not the first wedding that you’ve barged in on? or were you invited to this particular one?❞

         another laugh -- was it the drink or the company , perhaps ?? -- and eivor shook her head , her own hand reaching for her own tankard .

            ❝ invited , along with a great deal of other kingdoms -- it was the marriage of my brother and his wife , randvi .  ❞      her mind’s eye drifted back to her once home , and for the first time in years , eivor found herself feeling . . . homesick . homesick for a land that no longer existed , perhaps -- for the land of jarls and kingdoms existed now only in memory , and in the small home she and her people had taken from saxon hands .

                 ❝ some hálfviti -- ah , maláka -- took the opportunity for drink and merriment as the chance for him to make a name for himself . ❞      a deep pull of mead rushed down her throat with a welcome invitation , and as she set the tankard upon the wooden table again , she leaned back in her seat .

                  ❝ last i saw he was face first in the snow . BREATHING , yet beaten , and embarrassed. it was done with the couples blessing , of course . ❞

[ofgildedmuses]

misthiios​:

@ofgildedmuses

          ❝you know, where i come from, parties are a more… refined affair. they often involve less broken limbs and more… discussion.❞ 

     it isn’t that she isn’t enjoying herself, just that it’s been a while since she’s been involved in something so violent that hadn’t ended with her spear being bloody. that, and she’s still slightly upset over losing the drinking contest.

         eivor’s smile was lazy -- mead heavy eyes flittered slowly between the festivities around them . between the decor , the faint yet all together SOFT light of a hundred candles , and between the bride and groom ( their unwitting yet welcoming hosts ) , it seemed an incredibly opportune place to meet a new friend . . . sour as said new friend had been over the course of their shared time in SKYE .

            ❝ these aren’t M Y people , ❞      eivor replied , her voice laced with laughter and honey .          ❝ these are scots. we danes are close in temper and brawn . . . but our gatherings are FAR more exciting . ❞

      she finally looked back to kassandra with a mischievous grin .

                 ❝ this scratch on my lip was earned at a wedding too. ❞

[tikkety-tok]

This is what Rasputin would've wanted.

[ofgildedmuses]

bliighted​:

        vittoria had never understood the APPEAL of such parties, having grown up around the extravagance and the glamor, it had quickly lost its shine. the golden lions might as well have been made of steel as she had entered the palace that stood like a jewel in the crown of halamshiral. in fact, she would’ve preferred that, at least then they could be melted down and USED for something. 

     stuffy uniforms hadn’t helped either, a collar that’s too stiff and a jacket with far too many adornments to feel like she could FIGHT at a moment’s notice. the evening had been miserable, to start with. that was, until her dance with the inquisitor. it’s far too predictable to think of it as puzzle pieces falling into place, but that’s how it had felt. 

      all of a sudden the lighting was perfect, enough to frame the inquisitor just right, and the uniforms didn’t matter, all that had mattered was the awkward smiles, full of laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of it all that neither one dared to actually voice. vittoria could have stayed there all night, until another noble, of course, had commandeered the inquisitor’s attention. 

     the templar dares to interrupt on the tranquility of the balcony, clearing her throat as she approaches. 

    “i, uh, think we got INTERRUPTED, earlier. i don’t think i was quite finished-”

      𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑 out of the most foul of moods ; the kind that was more than enough to pull her from her gilded dreams . the smile met jan’sa’s face first , and as she turned away from the sympathetic night her wandering gaze quickly met the eyes of her companion .

        ❝ i’m unaware there was something that needed to be finished -- ❞      oh but it was a pretty lie -- she hoped vittoria saw as much -- for as jan’sa stepped closer , her diplomatic confidence was long gone . replaced by a timidness completely unbefitting the herald of andraste , jan’sa figured a rare glimpse of the MORTAL within the lie had come to bleed through for only the ONCE TEMPLAR to see . 

            ❝ i was hoping i would see you again before too long . ❞      slender hand extended from her good side in an invitation , jan’sa’s slight smile persisted stubbornly .

                     ❝ it’s been quite the night , hasn’t it ? ❞

[ofgildedmuses]

🎶 happy six months to me       happy six months to me       i’ve starting passing over telephones . . .        happy six months to me 🎶

[ofgildedmuses]

@bliighted​ wanted a KISS for vittoria , so vittoria is gonna get a kiss :)

      𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , the inquisitor could still feel the lingering glances upon her silk covered back from her spot upon the cold balcony outdoors . . . and why would they not stare ? they now looked upon a hero TWICE in the making -- a hero who had crushed a darkspawn magister’s cruel attempts at submission TWICE . though haven lay in rubble , thedas stood , and while the winter palace was shaken from an attempt on the empress’ life , the inquisitor could plainly SEE the renewed bravado upon the faces of the empire’s elite .

         a sense of bravery had befallen them all , it seemed .

      beneath golden angels and curtained arches of the deepest blues jan’sa had shared intimate dances with two women -- one a KILLER , and one something much more DEAR .

      jan’sa tucked a stray strand of hair behind a gold accented ear at the thought of her dance with vittoria . it was a welcome change ---- a denial of the expectations bestowed upon her ‘ heavenly ’ brow ---- an admittance of victory in the event of a job well completed . the orlesian empire still stood resolute , and the would be assassin lay -- most likely -- cold in a vault deep within the bowels of the palace , most likely . yet with the adrenaline from their FIGHT having been gone for hours still , jan’sa found her heart continued to flutter in a most peculiar way .

      music delicate as the wings of a thousand fluttering songbirds , and golden radiance echoing off every surface it could touch , the only memory that could be summoned of the night was of vittoria : the woman with features brighter than all the lions in halamshiral . . .

[ofgildedmuses]

heard @bliighted had some new ocs and i wanted to Write

     𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑-𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 jan’sa watched the unmoving straw dummy through weary eyes . it’s own scars but SCRATCHES upon unyielding leather , the inquisitor found herself jealous of the inanimate man if only for a moment . it had been weeks since haven had burned , and only two since skyhold had become the inquisition’s new home . . . already , the herald had grown anxious . corypheus still lurked in the shadows , and his iron grip remained on on her both mentally , and physically . the healers had done all they could -- but jan’sa’s wounds ran deep .

     a wrist that would never loosen , ribs that shuddered to the cold , and a lifetime of nightmares yet to be experienced .

     a well timed jingle of a well worn scabbard was enough to steal the inquisitor from her brooding , however ( a subtle jump and gasp enough of an embarrassing tell , of course ) .

       ❝ i haven’t the slightest idea how you all do it . ❞      jan’sa’s gaze refocused away from the dirt sparring grounds that had become her new prison to instead settle upon the woman she knew remarkably little about . a victim of tragedy like them all , she supposed .         ❝ fight in all those layers , i mean . ❞

        attention drifted back to the nameless soldiers clattering and slamming away at each other -- some armored in garb of LEATHER , some in tombs of STEEL -- suddenly glad she had elected to vent upon a dummy that wouldn’t fight BACK .

       ❝ such a choice would be SUICIDE where i called home . if the heat didn’t claim your life first , inexperience wouldn’t linger too far behind . ❞

     purposely dulled blade laid across her lap , calloused fingers drummed along it’s still glinting fuller . a dry laugh was soon to follow , humming behind her closed lips .

                ❝ truth be told , that scene in the courtyard was the first time i’ve even held a sword of that size . magic is my blade . . . so to speak . ❞      another laugh followed the first , just as dry , yet no where near as humorless .         ❝ sorry -- am i keeping you from your own training ? vittoria , was it ? ❞

[ofgildedmuses]

divinesleft​:

Anonymous said: gimmie one of those good night/morning kisses for jan'sa - @ofgildedmuses​ or w/e my url was kissy meme! accepting!

tomorrow is the day that EVERYTHING comes to the hard fought conclusion. tomorrow… they all face corypheus. it’s not the first time that leliana has stood face to face with death and fought tooth and nail to come out the winner, and she’s sure it’s not the first time jan’sa has done so either. but, something about this FINAL night of not knowing whether they will see another sunset feels especially poignant. 

and it’s time for leliana to let jan’sa REST, she knows this much. the inquisitor needs as much strength as she can gather for the final confrontation. but she leans in for a final kiss, hands resting either side of the elf’s cheeks until she finds the self control to pull back enough to breathe again. 

“what will you do? after all of this-”

     𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , leliana seemed almost serene , and for the slightest of moments the reluctant inquisitor wondered if the miniature flames painted a similar ‘scape across her own tattooed face . there was an eerie calm that had befallen the bones of the ancient castle , a sort of grim acceptance in the face of almost certain doom . corypheus had retreated to parts unknown after his defeat centered on the well of sorrows , and in his wake had come uncertainty . people roamed skyhold as if in a trance -- their fearless leader included -- and though the ONCE first , NOW inquisitor wanted nothing more than to lock herself away until the man - who - would - be - god revealed himself to bring DOOM upon all the world , jan’sa found herself instead in the arms of another chosen one .

     a subject of debate though , perhaps .

     and as lips pulled apart , a kiss hanging in the fragile air around them , jan’sa was reluctant to open her eyes to face the world . yet , open them she did . leliana touched so tenderly by the warm glow around them both , jan’sa felt the fears held in chest quite nearly flutter away . before she could summon back her paranoia , however , her hands reached for the other’s upon her cheeks .

       ❝ would you loathe me if i told you i hadn’t considered that -- ? ❞

                 the laugh that followed barely seemed her own , but as it escaped barely parted lips , jan’sa found herself growing lost taking in the adoring face of her spymaster . but her mind raced as each freckle and each fly - away strand was duly noted , and catalogued to be REMEMBERED in the now seemingly likely event of certain doom .

                 ❝ truthfully ? ❞       her breath held without her knowing .         ❝ i suspect i shall get LITTLE in the way of peace should we succeed . ❞

     the breath she had been holding slid free from her nose .

       ❝ between the nobles and dignitaries no doubt ready to make away with my time , we have established quite the presence in thedas . . . ❞       musn’t feel sorry for herself now , mustn’t show leliana the cracks in an already flawed visage .         ❝ the inquisition is my home now . it’s people are my own . the people we have helped , and the lands we have occupied are my responsibility . ❞

     and she supposed , if one were to look close enough , such expertly hidden cracks had become CANYONS ready to split even further .

[ofgildedmuses]

      𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐍 -

      made him for an eventual dnd campaign but now he’s my baby boy !!

      he’s an incubus , he’s gay , and he doesn’t vibe with human gender ( he likes the way he feels when addressed as ‘ he/him ’ tho and if that isn’t a whole ass mood -- )

his name is tabby ( human given name , real name is long and probs in infernal ) and his hobbies include

-- being a nuisance -- causing Problems and Mayhem -- boys -- that thing cats do when they just kinda collapse into a nap when exposed to direct sunlight ( probs how he got name tabby )

in conclusion :

[ofgildedmuses]

MOBILE : when did i say id be back? the 20th ? of october ? hi anyway - im now nearly two whole months on testosterone , and while i've been dragging my feet for a thousand different reasons , i am still planning an eventual return to this blog , to morrigan's , and to my future fallout canon multi-muse ( but more on that later 💛 ) .

in the meantime , i figured it would be only fair to offer my account specifically for my testosterone journey : " testosteroneandgoldies " , found both here on tumblr, and on instagram . until my eventual comeback , i'm deciding how best to go forward , but thank you to everyone who's stuck around . and to those who haven't i wish you a wonderful night 💛

[ofgildedmuses]

MOBILE : ill explain more tomorrow ( probs on my specific blog for it ) but i wanted to keep everyone updated here : i got my first dosage of testosterone today !! after several months of silence ( since july 14th , actually ) i finally have a clear goal in mind . thank you so much for the endless support on this subject , and im looking forward to my return to my hobbies !!

[ofgildedmuses]

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[ofgildedmuses]

MOBILE : fall cuddle weather ? oh , you mean asher sticking her freezing cold icicle hands against your back at 8am to wake you up

[ofgildedmuses]

@seahaloed​ liked for a starter from the hof !! like two weeks ago !!

      𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 -- one so very young , only three decades old , and yet the other was old , ancient , and whispered of things unseen for ages . and as the once hero sat atop the highest perch they could reach -- that was still accessible should they be needed -- one where the magic of skyhold dwindled and allowed for the bracing winter’s air , the once grey warden breathed deeply as the flames within them merged into one , and as the darkness behind their closed eyes grew welcoming .

      the inquisitor had done well finding such a place , for the magic that radiated from under - foot was ages old -- perhaps , even just -- predated even the soul of the no - longer - blighted dragon within them .

        ❝ sources say this place was once home to a powerful mage -- ❞       it was knowledge unspoken of in tomes -- urthemiel had whispered such notions weeks ago when they had first arrived -- yet the healed grey warden failed to elaborate .         ❝ i must say , i wasn’t expecting company this high up . ❞

      their eyes opened .

            ❝ though , i suppose i was prepared for it . what can i do for you ? ❞

[ofgildedmuses]

MOBILE : guess who's got a consultation with a doctor on tuesday abt starting hrt ???

[ofgildedmuses]

still this tuesday , and honest to GOD im too preoccupied with every little thing that may go wrong ( and i guess the things that'll go right ) to get to writing -- either way expect activity to rise again after tuesday