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VEILXJUMPED | Dragon Age OC Multimuse penned by Inky || she/her || 21+ || follows back from dragxnsfire RULES || MUSES || ASKBOX

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|| how nel be roasting the courts of fereldan when he finally gets to visit

[justmemethings]

‘Why aren’t we interacting?’

😿 - I’m too shy to reach out

😥 - I’m a little intimidated by your writing length / style / formatting

😵 - I don’t know how to approach you

⌛️ -  You seem really busy

👥 - I don’t know which of my muses you’re interested in

📝 - It would help if you could fill my interest checker!

❓ - I’m not familiar with any of your current muses

📩 - I’ve sent you asks / written you starters, but you never replied to them

📤 - We have threads, and I’ve been waiting on your replies

💬 - I have a plot in mind for us, but I haven’t found the right way/time to reach out

💞 - I ship our muses, but I don’t know if you’re interested

✒️ - I usually interact through memes / open starters and you don’t post a lot of them

🥇 - You followed me first and I’m waiting for you to make the first move

🥰 - I’m following you because I love your writing and content and I just want to read your stuff

➕ - Other reason(s) -sender specifies-

[parismemes]

WHY AREN’T WE INTERACTING?

recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!

❓ — i’m unfamiliar with your muse(s). 😟 — you intimidate me a lot. 📂 — you don’t reblog a lot of memes, and i usually interact through memes. 💡 — you don’t post a lot of opens, and i usually interact through opens. ⌚ — i honestly haven’t gotten around to it yet. 💔 — i ship our muses, and i’m worried that’ll upset you. 📜 — i’m a little intimidated by your writing length/style/formatting. 💤 — you followed me first and i’m waiting for you to make the first move. 🗣️ — i don’t have any ideas for plots readily available. ☀️ — i’ve sent memes/messages to you before, but you ignored them.

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I feel like I’m missing something. Like people think I’m not good enough to rp in this fandom or like my characters are too weird. Or maybe it’s just a result of me being lazy and not knowing how to talk to people idk.

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|| the party balance is in shambles

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prof volkarin joins the veilguard, 9:52 Dragon, colorized

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|| the party balance is in shambles

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@quiisquiliae asked:

"you stood up. you weren't afraid. you did what you thought was right." For Urnaseldo from Lace? @inquisitionscout

The First Warden had nearly had the little troupe clapped in irons for their insolence; Urnarseldo knew trying to discuss anything with the shem would be difficult. Impossible for him, had he not been taken in by the Inquisition all those years ago. The mage's nose wrinkled, and he gave a sharp scoff as he turned back to the ocean beyond; he'd retreated from the Cobbled Swan, after the Altus's timely intervention, to a quiet pier overlooking Minrathous's harbour. Ships of every stripe drifted past, sails billowing in the wind as they set to sea. It was a good place to sit and think— or, in Urnarseldo's case, to sit and seethe. Only Lace had bothered to try to find him.

The young man looked over his shoulder, green eyes meeting the dwarf's as he shook his head. "And a lot of good it did us," he said, frown deepening. "The First Warden didn't believe us... Creators, I almost got us arrested! What would we have done then? How can we help put the Gods away when mortals we can speak to, face to face, won't even listen?" As he spoke, he summoned a small sphere of watery ice. It rolled over his palm, slipped through his fingers and twirled around in the air... as good a release of energy as any, he supposed. Less destructive than he could have been. Finally, he turned back to Lace, looking far more like the boy the Inquisition had rescued than the young man he'd grown into.

"How did the Inquisitor do it? How did people just... listen without a second thought or argument?"

[grobonzmemes]

Send "✦ + a question " and my muse has to answer honestly.

[blightcd]

The quickness to ready a defense is understood, making no moves to show he took any offense as there really was none to be taken. If the positions were reversed he'd certainly be on guard as well. Honestly he sort of was, an odd thing to feel this day and age, especially for the meeting of someone who had never truly showed any aggression from what he could recall of those blurry days.

When the other relaxes enough to speak to him a nod is given, reassuring he hoped to the other, and a sign to leave for those other Crows watching. Waiting a moment for those that tried to linger to fade away with a sharp distant look cast their way just for mismatched eyes to soften before his company. He didn't like answering questions from the others, he didn't need to give them anything else to question him for- no doubt the word "now" would already give them a few things to think on.

❝Nelgorn then. My name is Bellanaris, if you recall my former position I ask that you forget it now. My loyalties will not move to favor those that have come back.❞

Never could. Not after the attack on his liege's own temple, and the attack on the god himself. His god. If anything it only further fueled his desire to help be rid of those two forever. He was a De Riva now, his loyalties were to the Crows, and to his talon.

❝I would not have asked to meet you without reason, I'm sure you would like to cast aside your past as well. Unfortunately, I would like to dig into it in the pursuit of knowledge. That is my current mission, why I'm here, aid from you will go to aid for our allies fighting against the evanuris.❞

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The once-prince was silent as he watched the other elf, gold eyes narrowed as he listened to the elder man speak. How strange it was, speaking to another who'd been alive so long ago; like re-living entire memories of Falon'din's right hand delivering messages and threats, swapping barbs and information with other servants of the Evanuris. He glanced over his shoulder, only to realize he'd been brought alone. Even with the strange elf's reassurances, a hand lingered near his staff, hidden under his old, tattered cloak.

"I— I'm sorry, I don't recall much of you at all," he admitted, head ducking as a curtain of dark hair fell over half his face. He'd been so young the last time Bellanaris had visited his mother's palace. He didn't even remember what for, other than that they both spoke on behalf of their respective master. "You seemed... serious. Really serious. Scary, to someone as young as I was then." He swallowed the knot in his throat. "B-but I suppose we're more alike, these days. I know what Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain want.. kind of. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to talk."

But his eyes snapped up, finally meeting Bellanaris'. "I don't want to throw everything away! I want things to be different! I don't have a choice." His hands moved from his weapons to his arms, a self-soothing motion he should've long grown out of. "So, what do you want to know?"

[luna-mxth]

Norrim truly hadn't given it a second thought: he was an old man, who seemed kind enough, and he needed a place to rest for the night. Sure, she'd get an earful from Irelin (and probably Strife if she was honest... and certainly from other Veil Jumpers), but acting in the moment was more important, anyway.

"You weren't born dalish?" she asked, her ears shifting as she looked at him curiously. "My mother wasn't, either." His words, though, caused her smile to fade, and her expression to become concerned... perhaps even a hint of righteous anger.

"No one should be a burden simply because they're old." She paused, then quickly added. "I- no offense, of course. And... they didn't even think to find you a new clan or whatever the Dalish do now?" She huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "That... that just isn't right." It was something she would ask the other elves back at camp, though... perhaps he would be willing to join her, and find a better place than wandering in the forest.

That was an idea for another time.

At his question, she gave a soft, indignant huff, shaking her head.

"I'm an adult. And a Veil Jumper. It's my job to be out here. Not usually alone, but it's still my job. I'm very much alright."

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The older elf shifted where he sat; already his back ached from his time on the forest floor, but it was better than taking his chances picking through the ruins of the ancient empire with nothing but the moon's light for guidance. Belthan closed his eyes, settling back against a rock... only for the girl to hit him with a question... and another, and another.

"I... I was not," he said slowly, shaking his head as he took up a stick to prod the young stranger's camp-fire. "I was born in Qarinus... spent most of my life in Seheron." He tossed his stick into the flame, and shifted back, laying against the stone he'd chosen for a back-rest. "Now, my little Haleth and I have nowhere to call home."

A small smile curled a corner of his mouth at her righteous anger. How swift she was to take up the cause of a man whose name she didn't even know. The world would be better for her, too, if his employer got his way.

"No offense taken, trust me. These woods have done an excellent job of reminding me what my age is, exactly. B-but no. They were under no obligation to find me a new clan, even if I had asked. I thought it better to leave of my own accord than to be expelled."

Her confidence once again brought a smile, and he shook his head slowly. "Alright, alright. You are a very responsible young woman hard at work doing..." His brows furrowed, and he looked around. "Something deep in the forest."

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Approval + Norrim opening rifts right in front of myn's salad

A hand flew to the old Sentinel's chest as a gasp of shock escaped his lips. "Da'len, please! You are going to hurt yourself opening and closing those things; your mother would have my hide if you were harmed on my watch! And more importantly, I cannot close them!"

[Myndilon SLIGHTLY DISAPPROVES]

[fawnhoards]

Send [ APPROVAL ] + (a decision that your muse is making), and I'll tell you whether the action GAINS approval from my muse, LOSES approval from my muse, or if approval is left UNCHANGED. ♡

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|| a non-mc Glenferen only survived the battle against the darkspawn at the start of da/o because he decided to take a nap while out scouting and comes back to a decimated ostagar send tweet

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*myn and abelas*

|| The elderly sentinel clears his throat, adjusting the fit of his armor around his neck. "Abelas is a handsome man, I cannot lie... but my heart lies with my dear Silandawen. I will have to pass... with some reluctance."

[rpmemesbyarat]

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

Note: They do not have to be ones my muses would like!

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| what if I made a bitchy but ultimately good old blood mage who served falon’din and put his heart into his work

Literally