#cxnvenit

[stillfollowsme]

Name some blogs you enjoy. Go!

Ohh!  I’m always excited to provide these!  (Will keep this mostly to Dragon Age / fantasy blogs,  to keep with the theme of this blog.)

Under a cut,  because I went a little overboard.

Mains

@pcrseverance​;  Klaus is the literal best.  Only they can pick up a muse that I usually dislike  (sorry,  not sorry,  Cullen)  and make me absolutely love them.

@cxnvenit​;  has a great assemble of muses.  I personally like their Cullen the most,  but all of them are fantastic.

@chantrysworn​;  this Leliana is just…  so so good.

@dryadalismagicae​;  I didn’t expect to ship Fenris and Lyrian as much as I do but…  now I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.

@atonings;  is such a good person and has so many good blogs and their Loghain is just Top Tier Good Shit.

@illstcrred;  Malika Hawke is such an incredible Hawke,  I really love her,  and so does Fenris.  She hasn’t been online for a long time and we miss her,  but I still have good hopes she’ll come back  (she always does) .

Other mentions

@beshkaari  //  @simplywalks  //  @rexerrat  //  @starkhvn  //  @montlyt

[the-feral-king]

Happy Birthday / New year @cxnvenit !!! I love you ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

[pxnxply]

@cxnvenit for Meredith Cousland

The Inquisitor always got nervous meeting new people, particularly those of such high status. Who was more famous than the Hero of Ferelden? But he supposed he was famous, now, too.

“Warden,” he greeted her with a shy smile, “It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I wish it were under better circumstances.” 

[thegreatstrongbow]

@cxnvenit for evanora langford

“Stop right there!”

The elf in front of her was in poor condition. He’d obviously not been eating well, his face and hands were sunburnt, and his clothes threadbare. But he held his bow with sure strength, arrow aimed at her chest.

“Drop all your valuables, and I’ll let you go.”

[emilesmuses]

Here a shout-out to all my fellow multi-muse blogs! I know that it might sometimes hard to find people to RP with you, that some people will write your blog off as ‘too confusing to navigate’ or complain that you have ‘too many muses’, but here a small reminder that you are all still valid RPers and there’s many people out here who love you! <3

@formidablekind​​,  @hauntngs​​,  @hellfiredawn​​,  @cyneraph​​,  @thedasneedsheroes​​,  @cxnvenit​​,  @reprcbates​​,  @fuckingvictus​​,  @blasphemousherald​​,  @horrorempathy​​,  @scarsthatshapeus​​,  @aniente​​,  @thehopefulones​​, 

and feel free to reblog this, tagging your own faves! Spread the love.

[secretsandhushedwhispers]

Slivers of Silver || Closed

@cxnvenit:

He didn’t know how in the hell they had found him, but they did. A small party, maybe seven or eight men, had made their way into Kirkwall. He had heard from Varric that they were exactly how he had described them, the silver threaded tunics and embossed armor a dead giveaway to who they were. He had hidden out in the Hanged man for a while, but the dwarf quickly warned him of their presence looming in Low Town, and when they arrived in the tavern, that’s when he truly said he needed to get out.

But they were waiting for him, unbeknownst to them all. He had tried to sneak out his room window when he felt an arm wrap around his neck and squeeze tight. He was able to push off the rooftop with his legs and over the man that had grabbed him, easily tossing him off the building as he began to run along the roof tops. He needed to get to High Town, needed to find Fenris or Bethany…one of them would help him.

But three more caught up with him. He wasn’t fast enough, and thought he had dodged well enough, but the arrow in his side spoke differently. And then it was a battle from there. He was weary, exhausted, bloody and bruised by the time he made it to one of the patrol routes. There he saw a guard, and was about to call out to warn them of the group when his legs buckled from underneath him and he fell, too exhausted to continue.

    Brutus was put on a route in Hightown to get used to his old job again. There was some crime in Hightown, but not nearly as much as in Darktown and Lowtown. Plus, he wasn’t one to question being put on the route with Fenris’s manor constantly. He simply did as Aveline told him. The most exciting thing that happened recently while on-duty was arresting a slaver for enslaving a free citizen. 

    Today had been uninteresting. Felix kept him company while on his route for a little bit and even some nobles struck up conversation with him. Paired with standing and walking around alone, there was usually very little work for him to do. 

    Brutus was going to his new post when he heard steps coming towards him. No one else was in the square, so he turned his head to see who it was. The last thing Brutus expected to see was a bloody, beaten person on the ground before him. He rushed over and got down on his knees to assess the other’s condition. “Who did this to you?” was the first thing he said. Before the other responded, he heard armor and running coming towards them. 

    The silver of their garments indicated they were high ranked or had a lot of money. That didn’t stop Brutus from standing in front of the downed man and drawing his blade.

[tex-blades]

“You’re everything to me.” // from jes <3

The rest of the Nein were in the lavish comfort of the Lavish Chateau, they’d been fed the finest of foods and wines, entertained with music and dance, and provided with comfortable rooms to rest for the night. The Ruby of the Sea was grateful for the safe return of her Little Sapphire after their hasty exit.

Fjord had wanted to take a walk before going to bed, the wine had started to make his head swim and he thought taking a walk along the beach would clear his thoughts. When Jester said she would accompany him, he was delighted. He was happy that Jester was back home, but they’d not had a second to themselves since they’d arrived.

They walked, and spoke about everything and nothing. Jester was happy to be home and very enthusiastic that Fjord should try the bearclaws, because they were so much better than the ones from Zadash. She told him how she would watch the ships coming in and out of the port, imagining where they were sailing to, and where they’d sailed from. Occasionally she would lift up their hands and twirl under them as they walked as though she were dancing. It was the happiest he'd seen Jester in weeks.

"Fjooooorrd" she says in her usual sing song manner, swinging their hands back and forth. "You know you're everything to me, right?"

"I- I am?" He stammers, almost tripping over his own feet, and thankful for the darkness which covered the deep blush he could feel spreading to the tips of his ears. He of course was smiling, the kind of smile where he always ducked his head to hide it.

"jester, I uh.." he stalled, as he so often did when talking to her. The right words getting caught up in the scramble she caused somewhere between his brain and his mouth. His charm abandoning him at the worst possible moment. "Jes, you are everythin' to me, and more.. everythin' I didn't even know I was lookin' for. I adore you."

[spelldreamer]

@cxnvenit || continued from here!!

Bandages had been haphazardly wrapped around her shoulder, and while it ached still from the wayward arrow, it was currently the least of her concerns. Most of those left were still sitting around, dazed, and to be quite fair, she wasn’t much better off - but Catri at least needed to get an idea of how everyone was doing. It seemed that Támhas was thinking along the same lines as they came face to face, and she frowned, reaching up with her uninjured arm to cup his chin, ignoring his attempts to brush her off. “That gash across your face says otherwise,” she muttered quietly, shaking her head at his inquiry. “No potions for me, give it to the others - or take it yourself, we need your strength.” She bit her lip gently as she looked back around, slowly releasing him. “... we need to get out of here - get somewhere safe,” she finally stated, gaze rising to meet his.