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[belcvednanna]

10. What do you love about your muse?

meme | @elfrootemporium | accepting

WHOO BOY.

I love Nanna, in all of her Nanna Banana glory. I love that she’s tender, yet strong, and that she’s funny. That she takes on so much more of a complicated personality the more I write her. Time might’ve forgotten her, but I like to believe that I’m making my Norse ancestors proud by breathing life back in to this lil cutie. 

[keeper-of-illusions]

Hey you

The Iron Bull didn’t stop midstep when he caught sight of Imogen, but he changed his direction approaching her with an easy smile.  “Hey.  Want to join me for a drink?” 

[kaaras-adaar-a]

The Seamstress || closed

@elfrootemporium || as discussed 

While the Inquisitor knew how to patch some clothes up here and there, there were some items he wasn’t very good with. His mother had taught him when he was younger how to mend a few things, more thin fabrics, though. Something thicker was more of a challenge, and something that was made of stretchier material. He’d need a special kind of flexible thread to be able to fix this, and he didn’t have that on him.

Kaaras also wasn’t fond of throwing out clothes just because they had a little tear in them. Growing up poor, he valued what he owned, and he’d use items until they were on their last legs. Literally, this pair of pants could use a bit of fixing up and renewing, which was why he was heading down to the courtyard and the merchant stands were the traders were.

He knew Skyhold had a seamstress somewhere down here, but people came and went. Some people stayed a few months, sold their wares and then moved on. Kaaras was fine with that, it made the world roll around and the work and, of course, the coin. Plus, being seen in Skyhold and recommended by the Inquisitor, was apparently a very big thing these days.

Approaching, Kaaras could see a woman at the back of the stall, and he laid his pants, which were neatly folded, onto the bench. “Hello?” he called back, hopefully getting their attention. If they were too busy, he could always come back later, this was no emergancy. 

[tavis-of-bannorn]

Shipping Info

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse?: We have some ships that are more emotionally developed than others and they are all different and special. The romantic partners that Tavis has become the most emotionally close to are: @sahlintalas @kaaras-adaar @inquisitorataashi and @elfrootemporium.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?: Everything. Angst, fluff, smut... pretty much anything. Shipping with Tavis isn’t actually easy, though more casual relationships are much easier. There will probably be plenty of angst if things get more serious. What I want in a ship is just a realistic relationship, depth and character growth between the two of them.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?: (Tavis is 30 during Inquisition) Oh man, that depends. Tavis absolutely will not sleep with anyone under 20 and that is being very generous. Honestly, I could see him having a hard time sleeping with anyone under 25. Despite his silliness, Tavis is very mature and experienced, he tends to see all young people as too emotionally fragile and naive. He is also averse to being with young people because he expects them to get attached quickly (from his experience) and he sees that as dangerous. So I’m going to say not under 23 generally (and that would still make him wary), absolutely no younger than 20 though. He would prefer them being closer to his age. As for people older than him, I can’t say. He doesn’t care if people are older than him and I’m not sure how old they would have to be for him to feel awkward. No older than someone old enough to be his parent, I guess? Unless they are an ancient elf or something. (We did ship with Solas once, after all, and he is like 10000000 years old probably, rofl.) I honestly don’t know, Tavis isn’t picky as long as they aren’t too young. Age matters less than how they get on together.

Are you selective when shipping?: I ship chemistry. If it happens, it happens. It’s all up to the muses.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?: For threads, I put a nsfw tag and put it under the cut when things get more graphic, more than making out, hands wandering naughty places and whatnot. I tag VERY NSFW if there are genitals, penetration (that kind of stuff), graphic stuff in pics/gifs.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?: The more developed ships are (as stated above): @sahlintalas @kaaras-adaar @elfrootemporium @inquisitorataashi but we love all of our ships. All different relationships and all important. There are people he is sexually involved with but a deeper ‘romance’ hasn’t really developed yet (not that it makes it any less important or any less important to him). Those are: @onthesirenscall (Isabela) @arcanistdagnarp (Dagna) @dragonagedmage

Does one have to ask to ship with you?: I don’t mind talking about the possibility, but no matter what I want Tavis will do as he does and feel as he does. So you don’t have to ask, because I will just tell you it might happen? It will happen based on what Tavis and your muse decide/ feel regardless of my feelings. I’ll also probably warn you that shipping with Tavis isn’t easy and tell you why. I just have to note this again because that I get the feeling a lot of people think shipping will be easy with Tavis, because he is so flirtatious, but it isn’t at all. So I like to make that clear to people.

How often do you like to ship?: I love shipping. Actual ‘shipping’ (romance), as opposed to more casual relationships, is hard with Tavis though. Even though he is quite open sexually, Tavis is a slow burn romantically. Don’t expect him to whisper forevers in your muses ear for a long ass time, if he ever does. That doesn’t mean he never will, it just means it's uncertain. 1) he has deeply hidden emotional baggage. 2) attachment terrifies him 3) he is polyamorous and strictly poly, so the muse would have to be ok with that long term. We will never change his sexuality. 4) His lifestyle is solitary in essence, he is constantly on the move outside of the Inquisition, which makes it hard for him to become too close to people. But I do love shipping, Tavis deserves to have love too, it is just a hard process to get there and it’s uncertain. But hey, if you like plenty of angst in shipping, you’ve come to the right place.

Are you multiship?:  Yes. All ships will be in separate verses unless otherwise discussed.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?: No? I’m not ship obsessed, there is more to Tavis than romance and sex. I love shipping, but I love his friendships and other platonic relationships just as much. If all I did was shippy stuff, there would be no character growth. That said, even though Tavis is hard to ‘ship’ with, he is very sexual and flirtatious, so a lot of his interactions (unless they are young) tend to be... flirtatious off and on no matter what. That doesn’t necessarily mean a ship will happen, it means my muse is a flirtatious motherfucker. Also, I don’t want just smut, Tavis isn’t a sex toy. I like to explore all facets of relationships.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?: We haven’t really shipped with canon muses other than a couple times, Solas (the romance isn’t active anymore) and with Dagna. But I do lowkey ship Dorian and Tavis. That said, if I start an rp with Dorian, I won’t expect or assume a ship will happen (as with all other muses). All of our current ships are oc’s though. If this means in general in the fandom and not having to do with Tavis: my favorites are ZevranxWarden, MorriganxWarden, MerrilxHawke, FenrisxHawke, DorianxInquisitor and SolasxInquisitor.

Finally, how does one ship with you?: Idk? Lol Just don’t force things, let the muses do what they want to do. Other than that... I suppose I really enjoy when I’m able to go beyond fluff and smut. I love fluff and smut but I like being able to explore every area of a relationship. If we only do fluff and smut, I can tell  you right now that the relationship will never develop into something more, because I know my muse well enough to know that. He needs to get to know people for actual romance to form.

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[fadetouchedcadash-blog]

❝ oh my god, it’s too early for this shit. ❞

“I agree, but we need to go.” Zhavorr still looked half-asleep. Her hair wasn’t coiffed up like usual, but was combed neatly along a side part. Her tunic was mis-buttoned and she stifled a yawn behind her hand.

“Imogen you know I wouldn’t call on you unless it were important. Especially at this hour...”

[tavis-of-bannorn]

2. who flirts more?; 12. favorite non-sexual activity?; 13. favorite sexual activity?; 15. what habits of the other drives them crazy?; 28. what kind of stuff can be found around their place?; 30. what does their closet(s) look like?

BIG FAT DOMESTICITY QUESTIONS MEME

2. who flirts more?; //I am pretty sure this is as equal as it gets for them. Both Im and Tavis are absolutely terrible flirts (especially with each other). Even when it might not seem like their words are flirtatious, they are flirting somehow.12. favorite non-sexual activity?; //Crafting things together, doing weird shit like tragic sock puppet shows, leaving each other notes with childish drawings on them (so many cocks), hanging out together in lingerie and pretty jewelry, silly little pranks around skyhold, lounging and cuddling like they haven’t a care in the world.13. favorite sexual activity?; //Cookies. lol jk. Tavis likes any of their sexual activities but especially when it just starts out as them being complete buffoons and then they end up having awesome sex. What he really likes the most with Imogen is how they can just carry on normal conversation and somehow make that sexy. These two are so fucking weird even especially in bed, I swear.15. what habits of the other drives them crazy?; //Oh man… I’m not sure? I think it drives Imogen crazy when Tavis rags on himself? When it comes to Imogen he doesn’t really have anything that drives him crazy but he sometimes does wish she wouldn’t avoid talking about herself, at the same time he is ok with it and understands. Idk I think they are both pretty chill with each other.28. what kind of stuff can be found around their place?; //Tavis doesn’t really have much stuff that he leaves out, most of it he keeps packed because he is used to constantly traveling, so it would mostly be Imogen’s things I think.30. what does their closet(s) look like?    //Lol Tavis doesn’t use a closet but I imagine Imogen’s are full of fancy clothing and pretty things. 

[tavis-of-bannorn]

☑

Send ☑ for my muse to write a list of what they hope to do with your muse.  

//Can you tell that he misses her? lol

I love you… so much. How do I show it without saying it? I love you immeasurably, Dirth’asha. Perhaps I can show it without words. I’m running out of creative trinkets I think. Perhaps more silly cock plasters?

Let us seduce someone together. Let us make them tremble in our bed.

The Turtle Prince is satisfied. But what about a Nevarran Prince of corpses? Too soon?

Take her to the forests where the air is green and the breath is ancient. Let her inhale the mystery and be consumed by her thoughts of time. Watch her in her intoxicating introspection.

A party. One where you dress me as if my ears aren’t pointed and I am a simple handsome gentlemen with a dowry dressed in pretty lace.

I want to explore every sin in Antiva with her. The exhilarating spices are pungent within her skin already.

[tavis-of-bannorn]

Washed Up

@elfrootemporium washed!up verse chat log. Will continue as a thread as discussed. Under the cut for length. <3

Tavis: <joined the Herald and some others on a journey to West Hill. There were reports of strange activity in the area and some individuals waiting to be recruited within the city. He wasn't really certain why the Inquisition had sent him along with. He is more than capable in a fight but never has he joined the Herald before and most of them seem suspicious of him. They had imprisoned him for a time, after all, so he is surprised they trusted him at all.>

<They finished with their recruitment in the city and made their way towards the coast where a rift is spotted along the shore. After some tiresome fighting, the Herald closes it and they make their way along the beach to make camp.>

<Once camp is set he wanders off to explore the beach a little enjoying the rare moment of respite, reveling in the feeling of sand between his toes and the refreshing sea air.>

<His eyes drift towards the shore and up ahead he notices a body laying still. He furrows his brow in concern and runs up to see a woman laying still. He fully expects the worst, but kneels down and checks her pulse and he is relieved to find she is still alive. But she clearly was just washed in from the sea, her clothing is soaked and the waves were close enough to brush her feet as they rose and fell.>

<Tavis carefully shifts her on her back> Can you hear me?<he says loud enough to try and reach her, repeating it before giving her enough of a shake to wake her if water isn't in her lungs and there is no response. He places a finger on her neck and then a hand on her chest giving a breath of relief well she is breathing at least but hardly. His face turns serious and focused and he presses on her chest just hard enough to get her breathing, and then carefully tilts her head back, closing her nose with fingers and meets her lips breathing air into her lungs. He does this repeatedly, over and over until he gets her to breathe again and dearly hopes he can save her> Imogen: What she remembered the most was the cold. It seeped into her skin, into her bones like the water seeped into her lungs burning and choking her insides. Then the darkness and nightmares claimed her: green swirling fog, grotesque monsters trying to devour her, voices screaming and talking over one another in her head.

And then they were quiet save for one. It was distant, concerned; though the words were unfamiliar they began pulling her from the darkness of her dreams. Warm lips against her forcing air into her burning lungs. Soft pressure on her chest waking her abruptly as the water was violently forced from her lungs.

She rolled over on her side, coughing and sputtering until she felt she could breathe again. Tavis: Tavis leaned back quickly as she came up for air and water left her in significant force. The concern was back on his face, a look of care as he placed a hand on her shoulder. He had some healing potions with him luckily and turned to release a vial from his belt. It could help any internal damage caused from the pressure and unconsciousness at least.

"I very nearly lost you. Do you know where you are?" He spoke softly and as calmly as possible, not really sure how lucid the woman would be, so he kept speaking. Emerald eyes were fixed on her and he held the potion out for her to take with a soft nod. "It will help you heal." Imogen: Imogen couldn't tell if she was awake or still dreaming. Sure, she hurt everywhere inside and out. But the land wasn't like anything she'd ever seen before, she couldn't understand what the man was saying to her. Speaking of the man holding the small bottle to her ... he... wasn't like anyone she'd ever met before: his skin was so very pale, hair so very red, curious tattoos drawn across his face and... her curiosity overrode any fear or sense of propriety and she reached up toward his long ear, running her finger along the outside of it, examining it. Who was he? What was he?

A bit of the fear came prickling back and she quickly pulled her hand back, scooting away from him a bit. Tavis: Tavis' eyes drifted to the side as he felt the tingle from her touch drawing up his ear. His head remained unmoving, he was rather confused by the gesture but more than a little intrigued by the odd directness. His eyes drifted back towards her, brow slowly rising in some amusement. Why is this strange human fondling my ear? He gave a soft chuckle at that before she pulled away and he blinked at the suddenness.

He wasn't really sure what to do, clearly words weren't helping. He had no idea why that woman would have been unconscious on the shore. It was clearly an accident at sea or something like that. Or perhaps she escaped from a slaver ship, he heard rumors that the area was notorious for having many slavers about but generally the elves were the ones they stole away, not humans.

He put a hand up, a small indication that he meant no harm and he nodded as she backed away then gave her space.

"I mean no harm," he said in a soft reassuring tone, and tried to meet her eyes, his own quiet and a little curious. "But I understand why you would be wary of a random elf hovering over you on the beach," he continued and set the vial down between them, still crouched down in front of her and laced his fingers together. "I would like to help you if you'll allow it." Imogen: Taking a good look at her surroundings she realized that she was alone, in this strange world, with this strange person, with nothing but the clothes on her back. The wet... clingy...clothes. She watched him carefully as he moved, waiting for the slightest sign that he might try to hurt her. But he was slow, deliberate as though he understood. She eyed the vial between them. If their positions were reversed, she'd try to help... perhaps it was for the pain, her injuries? Still, she shoudl still be careful.

Imogen picked up the vial and held it to him. /"You first."/ If she didn't understand his words, she doubted he understood  what she was saying, so she hoped he understood she wasn't rejecting his help. Just... being cautious. Tavis: He watched her as she examined her surroundings and he also took note that she only had her clothes. And her clothes were quite strange as well, he glanced at the difference of style, one that he had never seen before. But he supposed he had never been further north than the Free Marches so perhaps she was Antivan or Rivaini. Rivain seemed the closest possible location that he could assume just by looking at her but it was still off.

He glanced at the vial before giving her a very intrigued look at the words. They were short and sweet but he knew for sure that was not an Antivan tongue and he had heard Rivaini pirates speaking in the past. Nor was it Qunlat or anything he had heard before. Which was the only reason that he gave the slightest pause.

Tavis gave a nod in understanding and carefully reached for the vial, tipping his head back and taking a little swig, enough to prove it wasn't poisonous. His nose twitched at the taste, he always hated the taste of that particular potion, it had a harsh bite to it but he was used to it by now. He swallowed and let it sit a moment, long enough to indicate that, if it were poisonous, it would have affected him by then.

With an arm outstretched, he handed it back to her, giving a small smile and a hum instead of words, because it seemed she did not speak the common tongue. Imogen: She waited a moment, watching him intently for any sign of adverse effects. When she was sure he wasn't going to fall over dead right there in front of her, she mirrored his movements as she drank the potion herself right down to the same nose twitch at the taste.

Now what?  

She fingered the bottle as she looked over him again, fascinated by elongated, pointy ears. She'd never seen such a person before. Tavis: He watched the woman as she took the bottle and shifted to a more casual position, sitting on the sand and folding his legs. He merely looked at her because clearly words were pointless but they still slipped out regardless.

"Well then..." He gave a lilting chuckle and smiled more a little more amusement touching his eyes at the situation.

So he couldn't speak and facial expressions, tone and body movements only did so much unless people were well acquainted, they had just met. His gaze drew away from hers and he leaned to the side, propping himself up with one arm and considered the sand.

Well he could draw something to speak, but what? And he wasn't particularily good at drawing either. But he could draw basic things in sand to get something across.

He gave her a soft glance, lips quirking before he turned so he sat next to her at a respectful distance. A long finger began forming lines and shapes in the sand until ended up looking like a ship. He glanced to the side, giving an inquisitive look as if his eyes placed a question mark at the end. It was the closest he could get to using pictures to communicate what was happening really so he just drew what he thought of first. Imogen: Imogen shivered in the cool breeze and wrapped her arms around herself as she watched him draw in the sand. A ship? Did she come over on a ship? She nodded and then reached over and drew two other ships, a storm cloud, and bolts of lightning striking the ships. Tavis: Tavis watched her drawing, happily noting that she understood his question. So there was a storm and she survived somehow. He gave a glance towards her and noticed her shivering and shrugged his cloak off before wrapping it around her shoulders. A smile touched his lips before he went back to think of what to draw.

He drew something akin to a campfire, logs underneath and a flame atop it, with lines above it to indicate smoke. Next to it he drew a tent and a few stick figures with smiles. That was the best to indicate that the people were friendly. He didn't want to lead her into a camp with people in it without telling her first.

Then he nodded to his left where the campsite was. He wasn't really sure what to draw to indicate that she would be safe or what to do to prove it to her, that was the dilemma. Imogen: It didn't escape her notice that she was the only one from any of the ships on the beach. Was she the only survivor? Were the others further along the beach? Both thoughts made her queasy. If she were the only one, she'd have to figure out what to do all on her own. If she wasn't...well, that was a whole other well of problems she'd have to deal with.

Imogen followed the man's gaze to a campsite in the distance. More than likely his than any of hers. But what if she wasn't the first he found?

She leaned over their sand drawing, once again adding to it. She drew several small people on the ship, pointed to them, then tilted her head in question. Have you seen them? Tavis: He wondered where the others were as well when he gazed at her drawing. He had seen no others but that didn't necessarily mean they were gone, they could have been further along the shore. But it was amazing that this woman was alive at all, he doubted there would be other survivors, given her condition.

Tavis glanced at her, sadness touching his eyes with the slightest frown. His head gave a soft shake 'no' and he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry." He said softly, his tone sympathetic. He knew she couldn't understand but hoped she could at least hear it in his tone.

His hand fell from her shoulder and he pointed towards her, then towards himself before placing two fingers towards his eyes and out to the beach. He made another gesture towards her drawing of her people on the ship and then nodded. We can search for them.