#bushelofmuses

[quiisquiliae]

@bushelofmuses

"Probably for the best. I'm a shit healer." Not ideal for someone who was originally meant to be her clan's First but, what can you do? It's too late now.

Honestly, she should spend more time in the infirmary to rectify that. She relied too heavily on healing potions and Solas or Jalon. Eventually, there would come a time where she wouldn't have one of them or the potions and she'd be up shit's creek without a paddle. "Want me to at least help you back to camp?"

A misstep, a loose stone, and a steep cliff, and Alaric had taken a less than graceful tumble, narrowly managing to avoid going headfirst. It didn't help the Storm Coast was aptly named. A quick check as he sat on the ground, and he determined no serious harm was done- the armor had done it's job well. He'd likely be a bit bruised and possibly sore for a day or two, but there wasn't anything that needed immediate attention.

Or at least, that's what he thought until he tried to get up.

He hissed as a jolt of pain went through his ankle. Damn. That's a problem. "Yeah." He nodded, hating to admit it. He was supposed to be the one helping. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna need it."

[the-eternal-sunflower]

I drew Myrna~! :D She belongs to @bushelofmuses. I used a new brush which was kind of fun. I would have probably darkened up a few spots but all in all, very pretty elf lady.

[darevas]

        perched comfortably on a wooden beam above one of the ruined rooms on the ramparts, wren was not expecting anyone to find them for some time. at least, not until leliana herself decided to come looking. it startled them immensely when cole seemed to appear in the corner of their eye, balanced on the next beam over. “fenedhis!” the newly named inquisitor swayed slightly as their head whipped around to look at him, but they easily regained their balance, with one hand moving to cover their racing heart.

        after a beat, they let out a short laugh. if he'd made any noise coming in, they didn't remember it. but they supposed that was kind of how it worked with him, wasn't it? or maybe he'd been there in the room already, unnoticed until now. there was much wren didn't understand about this magic, but they were awfully curious. “it usually takes a few hours for someone to find me if i'm really trying. how'd you manage it already?” — @bushelofmuses (cole) / sc.

[atriadiscordia]

Closed starter for @bushelofmuses.

Another day, another dime. In her case, a pile of paperwork. Overseeing operations meant also having to deal with the resources and reports coming in at every moment of the day.

It was a lesson, as according to Delmar, to guarantee that she wasn't a lousy queen in the future, to teach her the works of managing an entire kingdom. Therefore, they were supposed to start small, using the camp as their classroom.

Now, if only she was able to use magic to write faster. If only she had one of those devices that the people of the Sola Desert or the City of Nova used, to insert information easily instead of writing it all down by herself. At this point, her wrist hurt so badly. A necessary evil, unfortunately.

"Yo, boss." The voice came muffled from the outside of her cabin, until the door was pushed open by the only one who dared interrupt her self-loathing session with their presence. Biju stood by the doorway with that usual sly smirk and a knowing gleam in her eye. "You busy?"

"... What do you want, Biju?" "We got somethin'."

Something. A small correction would be someone, seeing that the matter at hand was about a person rather than a thing. Someone that happened to trip one of the wards and get detected, thus alerting the security of the camp. A single person, from what the wards sensed, a single but powerful person to make the security system go haywire. Usually, it meant a magic user.

Therefore, Discordia donned her armor and crossbow while she strolled into the Emerald Forest in search of this stranger. Four other scouts accompanied her through the dense green, hiding from sight and ready for any signs of immediate threats.

The sight of a masked stranger with a hood covering their head certainly raised some alarm. Right away, her crossbow was lifted and aimed at the person as soon as she found them.

"Halt." Her command filled the silence. "Identify yourself."

[inevitableking]

1, 7, 12, 18 @bushelofmuses

@bushelofmuses with the asks!

from the Munday Meme | accepting

When did you start writing on Tumblr?

I started my first tumblr in 2012 where I was writing meta and fanfiction. And then in 2014, I started my first rp blog.

7. NOTP for your muse?

Thought more about it. Still family (sorry Cailan), but also adding Loghain to that. Probably Shale. Oghren. I should have thought this through more.

12. Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

I actually miss Pyro? St. John Allerdyce is a complete agent of chaos and everything he says or does is basically about giving himself the maximum amount of fun. It was X-Men: Evolution again so he was a slightly younger version and it was an absolute thrill getting to play that.

18. Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?

MAFIA. Is this still a thing? Dark/Dark Fantasy. Anything like Mafia but also including supernatural vibes like werewolves/vampires/etc. Gimme that "same core energy but make it ruthless or primal" aesthetic.

[dcviums]

@bushelofmuses asked:

"are you watching me sleep?" -Cole

She was laying on her side facing him, snuggled close. "You don't sleep often." Nimue's voice was soft, warm. "It's not weird, is it? I don't want to be weird." Cole never thought she was weird, she never thought he was weird. They were just them. "You just looked so still, so peaceful." A hand moved to brush a few strands of blonde hair from Cole's face, tucking them back.

[thanflowers]

❀‧̥ — memes / accepting!

@bushelofmuses said: "You don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you." - Cole

        kneeling beside one of the wounded in skyhold's courtyard, elspeth lifts her head at the sound of a voice just behind her. she doesn't startle, exactly, but does cast a quick glance over her left shoulder. “you must be cole,” she says, lightly. she didn't feel him approach, so he must be the one she's heard about; the boy-spirit who can make you forget he was ever there. “a moment—i'm almost finished here.” 

        healing magic has already done all it can for this soldier, and what he really needs now is rest to recover. elspeth murmurs this to him in a soothing tone as she lays a hand on his brow and gently wills a sense of calm through his body and mind. soon enough, the soldier is asleep.

        elspeth stands, turning to face cole with a tired half-smile. the song of the blight feels heavy in her veins. relief though it was to discover this mass calling might be false, it does nothing to ease her symptoms. still, she is here to help. “your abilities are, indeed, as curious as they say.” though perhaps those she heard it from weren't quite so diplomatic in their descriptions of him. “is it something that you do, or something that just happens?”

[skyfiresmuses]

@bushelofmuses | Plotted starter for Chandler

It had been a long day of lessons and tutoring and other boring things and Guinevere was quite frankly sick of it. So at the first opportunity that presented itself to her, she sneaked away from her tutor and sister, running down the halls in a flurry of red hair that trailed behind her like the wind. 

Originally, she planned to run outside and towards the forest, kicking off her shoes as she went, but there were guards posted at the main hall to keep her from doing exactly that. With a pout, she changed course and went searching for the servants' entrance. 

She slipped into the kitchen, only to pause when she found herself face to face with a girl who looked to be about her age. She blinked, having not expected anyone to be in the kitchen while she made her way through. 

“Oh, uh, hello.” She offered a small wave in greeting, silently praying that this halfling girl wouldn't tell anyone that she was there. Then, her eyes fell to the dough in the girl's hands. “What are you making?”