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the hero-queen of ferelden

game: dragon age: origins

age: 33 by inquisition

alignment: lawful good

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: heterosexual

hair colour: black

eye colour: green-blue

faceclaim: marina moschen

love interest: alistair theirin

bio: wip

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the champion of kirkwall

game: dragon age ii

age: 29 by inquisition

alignment: neutral good

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: bisexual

hair colour: red

eye colour: green

faceclaim: ?

love interest: fenris

bio: wip

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the herald of andraste

game: dragon age inquisition

age: 26

alignment: lawful good/neutral

gender: male, he/him

sexuality: bisexual

hair colour: brown

eye colour: green

faceclaim: unknown

love interest: cassandra pentaghast (former, separated after she became divine)

bio: the trevelyans, despite originating from antiva, are one of the most prominent noble families of ostwick. because of their strong ties to the chantry, the family does not hesitate to send their children to the circle when they discover the gift of magic. luca felt betrayed when he was sent away at just 12 years old and left on bad terms with his mother, who he was extremely close with. growing up with his father's strong disdain for magic and fearmongering from the templars caused luca to develop a fear of his own magical abilities. luca's mother passes away from illness before luca has a chance to reconcile, intensifying the guilt, fear, and nightmares he already suffered with. before he was even considered to do his harrowing, he begs the templars to make him tranquil so he won't be a threat to anybody, and won't have to further deal with his pain. when kirkwall's circle rebelled, ostwick quickly followed suit, and luca was forced to join the rebels for his own survival. he eventually joins the senior enchanters at the divine conclave as an unbiased voice. when the anchor is accidentally fused with luca's hand, his severed connection with the fade was restored, curing him of his tranquility. after being tranquil for a decade, luca must relearn how to live, how to feel, and how to be a leader, as he's thrust into reverence as the only hope to save thedas.

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future head of house trevelyan

game: dragon age: inquisition

age: 33

alignment: lawful neutral

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: asexual

hair colour: brown

eye colour: brown

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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former rebel mage

game: dragon age: inquisition

age: 31

alignment: chaotic good

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: lesbian

hair colour: brown

eye colour: green

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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ex-templar, inquisition agent

game: dragon age: inquisition

age: 28

alignment: true neutral

gender: male, he/him

sexuality: gay

hair colour: brown

eye colour: brown

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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former circle mage

game: dragon age: inquisition

age: 22

alignment: neutral good

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: pansexual

hair colour: brown

eye colour: brown

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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the lone wanderer

game: fallout 3

age: 19

gender: agender, they/them

alignment: true neutral

sexuality: lesbian

hair colour: brown

eye colour: light brown

faceclaim: diana silvers

love interest: amata almodovar (ex, broke up on bad terms after overseer almodovar's death in trouble on the homefront)

bio: wip

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the courier

game: fallout: new vegas

age: 228

alignment: chaotic neutral

gender: nonbinary, she/they

sexuality: bisexual

hair colour: dark brown

eye colour: hazel

faceclaim: maria felix (pre-ghoulification)

bio: wip

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the sole survivor

game: fallout 4

age: 29

alignment: chaotic good

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: pansexual

hair colour: black

eye colour: grey

faceclaim: liu wen

love interest: jake evans (ss2)

bio: wip

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the hero of kvatch, the dragonborn

game: elder scrolls iv: oblivion + elder scrolls v: skyrim

age: 20

alignment: lawful good

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: lesbian

hair colour: dark brown

eye colour: gold

faceclaim: ?

love interest: serana volkihar

bio: wip

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owner of poppyseed farm

game: stardew valley

age: 22

alignment: neutral good

gender: nonbinary, she/they

sexuality: pansexual

hair colour: pink

eye colour: blue

faceclaim: ?

love interest: shane

bio: wip

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high-elf cleric of kelemvor, grave domain

game: baldur's gate 3

age: 37 (equivalent in elven years)

alignment: lawful neutral

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: ?

hair colour: black

eye colour: grey/black

faceclaim: ?

love interest: astarion

bio: wip

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satyr bard, college of spirits

game: dungeons and dragons (wild beyond the witchlight)

age: 20

alignment: neutral good

gender: female, she/her

sexuality: pansexual

hair colour: brown

eye colour: blue

faceclaim: ?

bio: all callie has known is the stage. for as long as she could remember, she has been performing at the witchlight carnival, hoping that one day she can be on the biggest stage in all the realms. she had been so deeply involved in her dream, it never occurred to her that she doesn't quite remember anything that came before. after being tasked to save zybilna, the founder of the witchlight carnival who had gone missing in her realm in the faewilds, callie comes to the realization that she does not remember her family. she had no memories of who she was and anything that occurred before she arrived at the carnival. she discovers, after speaking to a powerful spirit, that her parents had made a deal with endlyn moongrave, one of the hags that overthrew zybilna, so they could conceive a child. when her parents backed out of the deal after calliope was born, all three of them were cursed by the hag. calliope - who was born of pure, now-cursed fae magic, lost all her memories of her family and her identity. her parents were transformed into hideous monsters that still roam the faewilds to this day. callie must now find a way to break this curse without erasing her very being, rescue the parents she never knew, as well as save the realm from the hags that have taken it over.

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half-elf warlock, pact of the tome (fiend)

game: dungeons and dragons (inactive)

age: 10

alignment: chaotic good / chaotic evil...?

gender: female, she/her

hair colour: platinum blonde

eye colour: blue/green heterochromia

faceclaim: ?

bio: growing up, lilith had always had an immense and dangerous fascination with magic, and desperately wanted to learn it for herself. but there is not much a lowly street urchin can do when your main focus is surviving the day in a dirty, corrupt city. despite the hardships, lilith will always try to steal magical trinkets and tomes to try to teach herself magic. perhaps if she was strong enough, she would be able to make enough money for her and her mother to have a real home. however, lilith was caught stealing from a powerful noble, and - in a desperate attempt to save her daughter - lilith's mother takes the blame, resulting in her being cut down before lilith's very eyes. months pass and lilith is suddenly approached by a ghostly voice, claiming to be the spirit of her deceased mother. her mother's spirit says that she returned to watch over her daughter, and will be willing to teach her magic if lilith does what she is told. lilith accepts immediately, and is ecstatic that she is getting to two things she wants the most - her mother, and magic. unbeknownst to lilith, however, this apparition is not her mother. it is instead a fiend, taking advantage of a grieving orphan with a strong desire for magic, in order to manipulate her into doing its bidding. the fiend's goal is to feed lilith so much power that she eventually goes berserk, wreaking as much havoc as possible before she inevitably loses herself to the very magic she longed for.

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vocalist of sakurabu. stage name: dahlia

game: bang dream!

age: 16

alignment: neutral good

gender: female, she/her

hair colour: dark blue

eye colour: light blue

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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guitarist of sakurabu. stage name: rose

game: bang dream!

age: 16

alignment: chaotic good

gender: female, she/her

hair colour: white

eye colour: pink

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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bassist of sakurabu. stage name: ivy

game: bang dream!

age: 17

alignment: chaotic good

gender: female, she/her

hair colour: brown

eye colour: yellow

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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drummer of sakurabu. stage name: willow

game: bang dream!

age: 16

alignment: neutral good

gender: female, she/her

hair colour: black

eye colour: green

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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keyboardist of sakurabu. stage name: iris

game: bang dream!

age: 17

alignment: neutral good

gender: female, she/her

hair colour: lavender

eye colour: silver

faceclaim: ?

bio: wip

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laurelsofhighever · 1 year

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Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Characters/pairings: Alistair x Cousland Chapter: 1/? Rating: G Warnings: None Fic Summary: The story of the Fifth Blight, in a world where Alistair was raised to royalty instead of joining the Grey Wardens.

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The boy narrowed his eyes at the line of weeds and decapitated them with an angry swing of the willow switch. As the flowers dropped to the ground, the stalks waved a little in the violence of his strike, but it didn’t make him feel better. With strands of hay caught in his tawny hair and his simple, oversized tunic splashed with mud, he was hardly a sight fit to be seen at the arlessa’s party, or by any of the noble guests who had come to pay court to her in her condition. He told himself he preferred the stableyard anyway. He preferred to stay out of the way.

But it was starting to rain. Fat, heavy clouds had been looming closer since the morning, swallowing up the sun to the north even as they drove the hot, cloying summer wind before them like an omen, and now the first drops, scouts for the impending deluge, smashed into flagstones, into the weeds he had yet to cut down, and onto the tip of his nose. The temperature dropped. He shivered as the scent of slaked dust rose around him, half tempted to stay out in the downpour to spite the efforts of the cook to keep him presentable, but he was old enough to know the punishment he would receive wouldn’t be mitigated by sympathy if he caught a cold.

He huffed and skulked towards the stables as a second drop landed square on the top of his head – the midden-side entrance, opposite to the tack room where all the visiting drivers and retainers would be gathered at drinking and cards while Their Graces rubbed elbows upstairs. Some treated him kindly enough, but more than once he had seen a gleam of cruelty in the eyes of those who would have found a scrawny kitchen orphan good sport, and so he preferred to slip quietly past, into the gentle company of the horses. They didn’t care what he was, or who his father was, and as long as he showed them due respect, he could curl up in a corner of the loft and wait out the weather. Somewhere that smelled nicer than the kennels.

The storm broke just as he stepped over the threshold. A couple of the horses stamped and whickered nervously at the sudden staccato noise against the wooden tiles of the roof, but the straw of their bedding was thick, and cosy, and their haynets full of the sweetest meadow grass Arl Eamon’s fortune could provide, and when nothing emerged to threaten their comfort, even those more skittish mounts settled down to munching again. But something was still off. The boy cocked his head at the odd, stilted sniffle that reached him from the dark corner at the far end of the building. The door in the wall there led to the main keep, and that meant it was usually given a wide berth by the arl’s servants. It was unlatched.

He caught a flash of movement in amongst the straw as he sneaked closer, the switch still in his hand held out to the side like a sword, ready for quick action. Definitely – there was definitely someone there. The drumming rain on the roof echoed the rise of his heartbeat. He breathed deep, in through his nose, imagined a thief or an assassin. Imagined the look of pride and gratitude on Arl Eamon’s face when he found out just who had stopped this interloper singled-handed. He readjusted his grip on the switch, and with a battle cry leapt around the corner.

He found a girl.

The first thing he noticed was blue. A silk dress with vining leaves embroidered in green and gold around the hem, with just the tips of pale satin shoes poking out from underneath where she had tucked up her legs against her chest. In age, she looked a little younger than him, though brighter and better fed. He lowered the switch as his gaze moved on to the sight of blotchy, tear-stained cheeks and the tumble of black hair down her back, a frown knitting over his brows in confusion and not a little annoyance that she wasn’t an invading qunari twice his size. For a moment, the shock of being discovered made her stare blankly at him, but then her eyes, stormy with crying, flicked down to his hand and back to his face.

“Your grip is all wrong on that, you know,” she said.

He pouted, glancing down before he remembered you should never take your eyes off your opponent. “Who are you?” This was his hiding place, not hers, even if she was a noble.

She sniffed, indignant. “I’m Rosslyn.”

“Why are you crying?” The name didn’t mean anything to him, though it rankled that she clearly thought it should.

At the question, Rosslyn looked away and drew her arms around her knees. “Mother got angry because Arlessa Isolde thought I called her a walrus.”

His mouth fell open. “Did you?”

“No! I said she wasn’t as big as a walrus. And I don’t know why everyone even cares so much,” she added, dashing a new tear away from the side of her face. “She’s only an arlessa.”

Feeling a new glow of sympathy warming for this unexpected stranger despite the oddity of her last remark, the boy smiled and crossed the space to sit next to her on the bale, careful to leave a gap between them so his dirty tunic wouldn’t rub off on her dress. That she didn’t object he took as a positive sign, but he found he couldn’t quite look at her close to, and had to drop his gaze to his boots instead, kicking the heels against their shared seat.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he told her. “I would never have been so brave.”

Rosslyn bobbed her head at the compliment, and he caught a smile out of the corner of his eye.

“But she does look a little bit like a walrus, doesn’t she?”

She giggled. “And she behaves like one. Nobody likes her. Mother said we had to come today to show respect to Arl Eamon, but I heard her and Lady Landra talking in the hall before we left.”

“Arl Eamon likes her,” he said, still looking at his boots. “He likes her a lot.”

“Oh.” She shrugged. “I suppose someone has to.”

The boy kept his thoughts to himself. The arlessa had only been part of Arl Eamon’s household for a few months, since Harvestmere, but even that short time had been enough to rob him of all illusions. In the lead-up to the wedding, the servants had fluttered and fawned over the idea of the arl finally having a wife; yes, she was Orlesian, but those below stairs had heard great reports from the arl’s valet about the lady’s beauty and how thoroughly she had won his heart. She had brought her own elven maid, and her own money, and if there were worries about Orlesian pretension, they were soothed by the hope of Orlesian glamour. The problem was that nobody had told the new arlessa about the young bastard living under her husband’s protection in the castle kitchen.

He shook away the dark thoughts and cleared his throat. “Why did you come down here? People must be looking for you.”

“At first, I didn’t know where I was going, but…” She smoothed her palms over her knees. “I like horses, and it’s not like I really wanted to run away properly.”

“Sometimes I want to run away,” the boy offered, unsure of what else to say.

“Yeah?”

“I’d become a dragon hunter, or a Grey Warden, maybe.”

“Not holding a sword like that,” she replied. “Here.”

Before he understood what she meant to do, she had leaned across him and plucked his left arm from his side so she could rearrange his hand around the end of the switch, guiding each digit into a lighter hold and moving his thumb so it no longer pressed over the backs of his fingers.

“That way your wrist is more mobile, and you can meet strikes at more angles,” she explained, turning to smile at him with big, grey eyes. “If you were in the army they’d make you fight with your right hand to be part of the shield wall, but if you’re going to be a hero, left-handed should be alright.”

“Uh…” His face heated; she sat close enough for him to smell whatever noble perfume had been brushed into her hair, but she didn’t seem to mind the contrast with the odour of dogs and manure that clung to his own clothes. “Thanks.”

She sat back. “Is it… alright if I stay here for a little while? I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Of course you can stay.” He smiled at her. “I know where there are some kittens – do you want to see them?”

He had discovered the alley cat and her litter some weeks before, and had since spent his free time carefully coaxing the whole family to trust him by bringing scraps he could slip from the kitchen in the moments when the cook was distracted. Carefully, because the cook had no fondness for cats, and a plentiful supply of sacks, and only a short walk to the nearest stream. Now, however, as he led Rosslyn up the ladder into the hay loft, then higher still into the rafters by the tack room chimney, his stomach lurched with excitement at being able share the secret with someone who might appreciate it. She followed him gamely, not tripping even once despite her flimsy shoes and long skirts, and when she spied the three kittens gambolling about beneath the small window at the far end of the eaves, she gasped.

“They’re so small!” she whispered.

“They were smaller,” he whispered back.

The kittens, all tabbies, noticed them and left off their pouncing game to back up against the far wall of their den with pointed, fluffed-up tails and uncertain hisses, but only until they recognised their visitor and heard him trill a greeting like the one he heard their mother use. He uncoiled a piece of cord from the pocket of his breeches and tossed it towards them like an angler before trailing it slowly back along the floor. The kittens watched. After several repetitions, the bravest sank into a wobbly crouch, crept forward, and pounced on the end of the string.

After a little while, in which Rosslyn joined in with the silver ribbon that had tied her hair back from her face, the mother cat returned through a hole left by a broken shingle, calling to her litter with a low, rolling inquiry that brought them tottering to her side. She washed their faces as they mewled and pawed at her legs, then with a brief tail-flick at the two interlopers flopped down as if exhausted. The boy flicked the end of the cord for her as the kittens suckled, and she followed the movement with slitted, barely-gold eyes.

“Do they have names?” Rosslyn asked, after a moment of rapt silence.

“You’re not supposed to name cats, my mother said,” he replied, dangling the cord a little higher, “because then they couldn’t come and go as they please.”

“I’ve never heard that. Nan says –”

“Rosslyn!”

The voice echoed from below, rich and worried, startling the cat with a low growl that bristled her fur and sent her slinking away, driving her kittens before her like a gooseherd until they disappeared from sight. Left alone, the two children exchanged nervous glances.

“Rosslyn! Pup, are you here?”

“It’s Father,” Rosslyn breathed, eyes wide.

They heard the heavy tread of boots on the loft ladder. The boy reached for her arm, an unfamiliar panic clawing in his throat at the thought that she would leave, and take her brave disdain for the arlessa with her. But the words jumbled on his tongue, kept from spilling by another fear, that they would both be punished for being found together in such a place away from the people who obviously cared about her wellbeing, and that whatever her noble father said, it would be enough for Arl Eamon’s thunderous gaze to descend upon him and finally cast him out like all the gossipmongers in the kitchens muttered when they thought he couldn’t hear.

A head appeared at the top of the ladder. In the low light it was difficult to see any strong resemblance between the lord and his daughter – hair sandy brown instead of black, shoulders broad, jaw square behind a trimmed beard – but when his eyes pierced the gloom and caught sight of the two children huddled like mice under a pantry crock he let loose a sound somewhere between a gasp and a shout and leapt the last rungs into the room, arms already held out to gather her into an embrace. Rosslyn’s arm slipped free, and with that tether gone the boy shrank back against the wall.

“Oh, my darling girl,” the lord sighed, dwarfing his daughter as he knelt to hug her. “We’ve all been worried – Mariwen feared you’d run into the city.”

“‘m sorry, Father,” Rosslyn mumbled in return. “Is Mother really mad?”

“No, Pup. And she’ll be glad to see you safe.” He pulled back to brush his large hands over her hair as if to reassure himself of the fact. “But who is your friend here?”

Rosslyn turned then, smiling, but it faltered as colour flushed her cheeks. “This is…”

The boy dropped his gaze to his shoes. Hot shame tightened along his spine, stinging at the back of his throat. Of course he wasn’t important enough to warrant a name.

“He’s my friend.” She stepped closer into a formal bow with her hands crossed over her chest and his head snapped up. “Forgive me, ser, for not asking who you are. What should I call you?”

“Oh.” Nobody had ever bowed to him before. He felt his mouth drop open without any words yet scrambled to fill the space. “I – it’s alright. My name’s Alistair. My lady.” To follow up, because it felt proper, he tried to return her gesture, though far more clumsily and probably to far less effect in his rough-spun, dirt-spattered tunic. But she smiled at him again, and it straightened his shoulders.

They nearly crumbled again when he caught the lord’s gaze over his daughter’s shoulder. The look in the eyes was gentle but guarded, and clever, like he could see everything. He was taller than Arl Eamon, a little younger in the lines of his face, and his open fondness for Rosslyn awoke a wriggle of envy in Alistair’s belly that felt a lot like when the cook decided he’d been bad and locked him outside the keep at dinnertime.

“Thank you for keeping my daughter safe, Alistair,” the lord said, with a nod of his own. “I hope she hasn’t been too much of a menace.”

“We’ve been playing with kittens,” she told him. “But they went to hide because you spooked them.”

“Did I? Well, I’m sorry for that – I’ll be quieter next time.”

“Do I have to go now?” she asked.

He smiled at her and nodded, holding out his hand. “I’m afraid so.”

“Do I have to apologise to Arlessa Isolde? I never even said she looked like a walrus, even though she does a little bit.”

“I didn’t know you’ve seen a walrus,” her father replied mildly. “But come, and on the way back I can teach you an extra lesson about diplomacy.”

Rosslyn groaned, but nevertheless placed her hand obediently in her father’s larger one. “It was good to meet you,” she said to Alistair. “Thank you for showing me the kittens.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, even though she was already turning away. When she looked back over her shoulder, a faint hope surged that she might break free of the lord’s grip and run back to him – maybe insist he come with her – but instead she watched her father go down the ladder and then turned to follow him. There was a brief pause, one last look, and then Alistair was alone. With a shuddered sigh, he slid his back down the wall and sat, drawing his wiry arms around his knees.

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hi-cassiel · 1 year

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Dragon age protagonists for the dragon age brain rot

Green in my mage inquisitor Feyrial Lavellan but his friends call him Fey

Red is Hawke, for this Play-through I played a purple warrior Hawke

Blue is my beloved rogue hero of feralden, Willow ‘will’ cousland

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shivunin · 1 year

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💐🍼☁️✂️💚 for everyone! (Unless that's too much which fair please feel free to pick and choose)

basjkfbi hahahaa Thanks for the ask, Lilou! <3

I'm going to answer this under the cut because I'm doing all five of them (leaving Adahlena and Ilriane out of this, as usual; all seven would have been too many).

(OC Emoji Asks List)

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Arianwen Tabris: Wild tansy, bay leaf, aconite (wolfsbane), dragonwort, and blue pimpernel. What a delight to finally make a bouquet for someone who wants everyone else to choke and die! In order: I declare war against you, I change but in death, misanthropy (and again i say: what a move to send someone literal poison so they know you don't like them), horror, and change. As a city girl, I think Wen is a bit suspicious of flowers and plants in general, so idk that she has a favorite (other than loving the dandelions that grow in the cracks of the road).

Maria: Arbor vitae, red chrysanthemums, red poppies, honeysuckle, and white larkspur. Unchanging friendship, love, consolation, generous and devoted affection, and lightness/levity. Going for the classic scarlet/white combo with hers. Her favorite used to be honeysuckle (her father showed her how to eat the center as a treat and she's never forgotten), but later she's very partial to poppies (for, you know. no particular reason c:).

Elowen: Canary grass, celandine, swamp magnolia, purple pansies, christmas rose, and a sprig of weeping willow. Perseverance, joys to come, perseverance again, thoughts, relief of anxiety, and mourning. Oh, Elowen my overthinking beloved. She loves willow trees most (willows are her Thing), and I think she would enjoy the blossoms too (they look really fluffy).

Emmaera: Lavender (of course!), vervain, elfroot, forget-me-nots, rosemary, lupines, and goat's rue. (starting from vervain) Enchantment, healing, true love, remembrance, voraciousness/imagination, and reason. Lavender is her favorite, hands down, but I contest the Victorian flower language meaning (distrust) and exchange it for respite.

Salshira: Sorrel, holly (herb), cranberries, orange and yellow daisies, spanish jasmine, orange ranunculus, and fallen maple leaves. Affection, enchantment, cure for heartache, beauty, sensuality, radiant charm, and reserve. Going for the deep red/white/orange/brown combo here, since she's very fall-themed. Salshira really likes daisies, actually, and would be most charmed by a kind of loosely arranged handful of them instead of an elegant bouquet.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

Arianwen: Loves children, has no interest in making any of her own. Would kill anyone who hurt a child without question or hesitation. Vigil's Keep acquires a variety of orphans during her tenure as Warden Commander and they're sort of collectively raised by the Wardens (though of course she locates an actual tutor to educate them). For the first of them, Amethyne (the little girl you find in the alienage whose mom dies during the Cousland origin), Wen acts as a kind of close aunt (though Zev winds up regarding her as his kid, more or less).

Maria: Loves kids, wants a million of her own. She thinks the wonder of discovery that children still have is a way of feeling young again and has always wanted a huge family.

Elowen: Likes kids in theory, but struggles in practice. The idea of having children is generally foreign to her (though I do have one AU where it happens, for cultural reasons rather than personal preference).

Emmaera: Likes kids, but not very familiar with them because she didn't spend much time with kids her age when she was growing up. Winds up having two children of her own, both of them unplanned, and loves them to pieces.

Salshira: Likes kids, because they're pretty much always asking odd questions that having nothing to do with you or them. Basically the ideal for Salshira, who does not want to talk about herself. Never thought about having a family of her own until she fell in love, ends up wanting to give her children the kind of love and acceptance she never received as a kid. I haven't settled on how many she has, but at least one (Hauen).

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Arianwen: Sings to all her animals when they are upset or sick; has a pretty good singing voice, actually.

Maria: Extremely ticklish. Fenris finds this out on accident and the squeal she makes is so surprising that he falls off the bed trying to dodge.

Elowen: Bull said he was into the way dawnstone looks, so she chiseled every little piece she could find out of the hillsides and set the scouts to looking for deposits just so she could custom-order a set of pink armor for him.

Emmaera: It's not a new headcanon, but she hides little notes for Cullen all over his quarters (and later, the manor). Some are simple "I love you"s and others are more specific or practical. She loves surprises and likes giving him simple, sweet surprises as part of his day.

Salshira: Remembers all her friends' favorite foods, colors, songs, etc. and arranges for them to be on hand when they're down or when there's something to celebrate.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Arianwen: So easily. It doesn't take much for Wen to pull the plug, except for a very small group of people she's collected as hers. It would take something monumental for her to cut off someone in her inner circle (Zev, Alistair, and Morrigan would have to do something extremely out of character to make it happen, for example--though I do think Morrigan telling Wen she ought to kill the alienage dwellers for a power boost might have done it. Luckily, she didn't come along for that mission). For everyone else, she is all too happy to cut them off (sometimes, you know, literally).

Maria: Maria has a really hard time letting go, so something really drastic would have to happen for her to be done with someone she considered a close friend. Um. Blowing up most of a city would just about do it, I think.

Elowen: I answered this for her here c:

Emmaera: Emma is extremely logical about her interpersonal relationships. I don't think she'd jump to cut someone off, but her trust is hard to earn and easier to lose. She wouldn't cut someone off entirely unless she thought the negative sides outweighed the positives (she never really forgave Blackwall, for example, but let him stay with the Inquisition until they didn't need him anymore). If someone showed a repeated willingness to hurt innocents or others she cares for, that would do it.

Salshira: Likewise, Salshira has a really hard time letting anyone in, so anyone close to her would have to wade through several layers of obfuscation before they could actually know the real her. This is a defense mechanism, but it also means that she has lots of time to push people away if she's wary of them. Anyone she's really close with is someone she wouldn't let go of easily; she cherishes her found family. Again, it would have to be something pretty heinous or out of character to cut someone off.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Arianwen: Food is at the top of the list, for sure. Especially something unusual or made especially for her, but she's not very picky. She also likes loose physical contact (leaning against someone, for example) which she can easily get out of if she wants.

Maria: Being held is number one. Maria is always reaching out for other people, and those people reaching back makes her feel fulfilled and safe. She is also a very textural person, so soft, fluffy things bring her comfort, too. Lying on a soft bed in her silk robe while someone (cough cough) holds her is her ideal situation.

Elowen: Quiet company and hot tea. Elowen needs to process before she can talk when she's upset, but she really doesn't want to be alone. When she's ready, someone who will listen to her without judgment is crucial. Being somewhere high in the air with a decent overlook also helps.

Emmaera: Putting things in order makes her feel more comforted. She doesn't want help, but she does want company. When she's thinking or upset, Emma will clean and organize, and by extension her surroundings being reasonably neat is comforting to her. She also finds sunlight and a concrete task to complete comforting, so she gardens in the spring/summer and rakes or shovels snow in the fall and winter. Someone talking things through with her and weighing the pros and cons is comforting.

Salshira: Physical touch for sure. It's the first and easiest way she has to express herself and it's the first thing she looks for when she's upset. Being warm and wrapped in a blanket is second. Also soup---soup is her big comfort food (me too tbh).

#i didn't proofread any of this lol sorry #arianwen tabris #maria hawke #elowen lavellan #emmaera lavellan #salshira lavellan #if any of this is contradictory to something i've said before know that they contain multitudes #if soup is a love language it is my love language #emoji ask meme #ask response #oc ask response #i spent like an hour minimum on the bouquet question alone. i take flowers v seriously #you should have seen my wedding bouquet; it was a work of art

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frees-erotic-writings · 1 year

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Official muse list

Note: A name that's been italicized is an oc that belongs to someone else, a name that's been boldened, and italicized is mine.

RWBY: Team RWBY, Team CORS, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, Coco Adel, Velvet Scarletina, Fox Alister, Team NDGO, Jaune Arc, Sun Wukong, Glynda Goodwitch, Ilia Amolita, Kali Belladonna, Ghira Belladonna, Sienna Khan, Winter Schnee, Willow Schnee, Raven Branwen, Summer Rose, Vernal, Emerald Sustrai, Cinder Fall, Salem (Human/Grimm), Grimm, Hozukimaru Wukong, Lyon, Jade, Meryl, Jade, Baelz Zirconia, Zephyr Nikos Zirconia, Lupin Nikos Zirconia, Scarlet Nikos Zirconia, Bast Belladonna Zirconia, Shrike Branwen Zirconia, Desmond Caine, Pewter Pegasi, Wes Goldmane, Terra Firma, Rose Crimson, Crimson Wilde, Sable Leone, Jade Inaba.

Naruto: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno/Uchiha, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga/Uzumaki, Hanabi Hyuuga, TenTen, Temari, Anko Mitarashi, Kurenai Yuuhi, Tsunade Senju, Konan, Sarada Uchiha.

Bleach: Rukia Kuchiki, Yoruichi Shihoin, Orihime Inoue, Tatsuki Arisawa, Rangiku Matsumoto, Soi-Fon, Retsu Unohana, Isane/Kyone Kotetsu, Nanao Isei, Tier Harribell, Neliel Tu Odelschwanck, Apace, Sun-Sun, Mila Rose.

One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin.

Attack on mid: Mikasa Akerman, Annie Lionheart, Potato Girl.

Hellsing: Seras Victoria, Rip Van Winkle, Zorrin Blitz.

Overloard: Albedo, Narberal Garma.

DragonBall: Bulma Briefs, Mrs Briefs/MILF/GILF, Chi-Chi, Android 18, Future 18, Android 21, Majin 21, Launch, Videl Satan, Frieza Force goons.

BNHA: Izuku Midoriya, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Ochacko Uraraka, Momo Yayorozu, Jirou, Nejire Hado, Mitsuki Bakugo, Rumi Usagiama, Midight, Mt Lady, Nomu.

YU-GI-OH: Teá Gardner, Ishizu Ishtar, Mai Valentine, Black Magian Girl, Alexis Rhodes, Jasmine, Mindy, Akiza Izinski.

Game of Thrones: Denerys Targeryean.

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Ginney Weasely, Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Fleur Deacour, Nymphadora Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Pokémon: Delia Ketchum, Jessie, Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, Cynthia, Arezu, Nessa, Bea, Nemona, Penny, Sada.

Sailor Moon: All inner and outer Senshi

Cyberpunk: V, Panam Palmer, Judy Alvares, Lucy, Joey Brass.

Claymore: Clare, Cassandra, Jeane.

Rosario + Vampire: Outer Moka, Inner Moka, Mizore Shirayuki, Tsurara Shirayuki, Kurumu Kurono, Ageha Kurono, Ruby Tojo, Nokonome.

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: Jolene Cujoh.

Ghost in the Shell: Motoko Kusanagi

Avatar/TLOK: Toph Beifong, Katara, Suki, Azula, Zuko, Mai, Ty-lee, Ju Dee, Korra, Asami Sato.

Familiar of Zero: Kirche Zerbst, Henrietta de Tristain, Tiffania Westwood, Tabitha, Longvelle.

Helluva Boss: Millie, Loona, Verosika.

DC comics: Starfire, Blackfire, Raven (Rachel Roth), Terra, Wonder Woman, Batgirl (Barbra Gordon), Catwoman, Power Girl, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy.

Marvel Comics: Gwen Stacy, Marry Jane Watson, Felicia Hardy/Black Cat, Rogue, Kitty Pride, Storm, Mystique.

Scooby-Doo: Velma, Daphne, Hex Girls.

Dragon Age: Cousland, Hawke, Inquisitor, Morrigan, Lelliana, Anora, Merrill, Isabella, Cassandra, Bethany Hawke, Sera, Josephine Montillyet.

Mass Effect: Sheppard, Liara T'Soni, Aria T'Loak.

Disney/Pixar/Dreamworks: Princess Jasmine, Esmerelda, Arora, Belle, Ariel (human), Kida, Chel, Helen Parr/Elastigirl, Violet Parr, Pocahontas, Nani Pelakai, Moana, Mavis Dracula, Jessica Rabbit.

Star Wars: Ahsoka Tano, Shaak-Ti, Barriss Offee, Luminara Unduli, Ayla Seccura, Bastilla Shan, Mission Vao, Juhanni, Kira Carsen, Vette, Vaylin, Lana Beniko, Darth Talon, Rey Palpatine.

Ben 10: Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster.

Final Fantasy: Yuna, Rikku, Payne, Tifa Lockheart, Yuffie Kisaragi, Aireth Gainsborough, Ashelia B'Nargain Dalmasca, Fran, Lightning/Clair Farron, Y'shtola Rhul.

LoZ: Link, Zelda, Imp Midna, Twilight Princess Midna, Urbosa.

Fire Emblem: Lyndis, Minaeva, Shiida, Robin/Grima (M/F), Cordelia, Tharja, Olivia, Corrin (M/F), Camilla, Hinoka, Kageru, Dorothea, Edelgard, Lysithea.

Overwatch: Tracer, Dva, Mercy, Pharah, Sombra, Widowmaker, Ashe.

Elder Scrolls: Aela the Huntress, Mjoll the Lioness, Serana Volkihar.

Fantasy/D&D: Pike Trickfoot, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Delilah Briarwood, Nott the Brave, Yasha, Beau, Jester Lavorre, Imogen, Laudna, Werewolves, Mind Flayers, Orcs, The Devils of Emon, Nadûr, Korrin.

Kuroneiu: Olga Discordia, Cloe Discordia.

Action Taimanin: Ingrid, Oboro, Asagi Igawa, Sakura Igawa, Yatsu Murasaki.

Kingdom Hearts: Aqua, Anti-Aqua, Kairi, Xion, Namine, Larxene, Arlux.

This list is subject to change, as there may be muses I've forgotten, or decide I don't want to write for anymore.

#official muse list

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liamfaoisidhe · 9 months

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are you still doing comfort character chats? and if you are which characters do you write for?

Yes, I am! I've made a server for it on discord (the Chats are private), though I can do them in dms here as well!

As for a character list, I'm still making a more official one, but I can play by character if I'm given around a week to learn about them, or you can choose from ones I'm more familiar with:

Dragon Age (played before): A Cousland, Fenris, Solas, Krem, Varric.

Dragon Age (can play, but have not played before): Alistair, Merrill, Leliana, Bethany.

Teen Wolf (played before): Mason, Theo.

Teen Wolf (can play): Liam, Stiles, Lydia, I can pretty much do anyone from this show, probably off the top of my head.

The Magisterium: Aaron (I'm aware no one has read this, but I'm putting it here. I can also play pretty much anyone.)

Willow (played before): Airk, Madmartigan

Willow (can play): Kit, Jade, Willow, Graydon, Elora

Detroit Become Human (played before): Simon, RK900, Gavin (though I'm not certain if I'm the best at that one).

Detroit Become Human (can play): Markus, North, Connor, (probably) Hank, Kara

Days Gone (can play): Deacon

Dimension 20 (can play): Evan Kelmp, Jammer, K/Dream, Sam (Sorry, I need to finish the others there and so I don't quite have enough experience with them yet), Ylfa

IANOWT (can play): Sydney, Stanley

Borderlands (can play): Gaige, Lilith, Roland, Tiny Tina, Rhys, Angel, (maybe Jack?? That's a lot of raw charisma there though, and he's not exactly comforting... ever? He's funny, though.)

The Witcher (can play): Ciri (I have actually offered to play Ciri for people, I just have not gotten the chance yet, and I'm not familiar with 100% of the material.) Jackie and Yennefer are in the same boat.

There are definitely more that I know, but I haven't made a comprehensive list of possibilities yet.

#comfort character chats

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curls101 · 1 year

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I got tagged by @notebooks-and-laptops to go off about my DA OCs using this AMAZING picrew. I never get to go off about my da canonverse so I’m using this as an excuse lool

So first up, we have my gorgeous tragic monarch, Queen Katherine Elissa Theirin-Cousland. She/Her. Duel Wield Assassin/Duelist Rogue. Alistair romance.

Katherine was the spoilt, beloved second child of the Couslands. A sensitive soul, when the Blight called, she answered with kindness. Katherine is always the first in to help, and the last to give up. But all that selflessness comes at the cost to herself. After saving the world from the Blight, Katherine took the throne beside the love of her life, but she was... fragile. Paranoid. She fled court after accidentally stabbing a diplomat in a PTSD episode and went in search of a cure to the Blight, as well as a sense of self.

Katherine went from being a random character I made, to one of my favourites overtime.

Then, Willow Hawke, my kind-hearted but ultimately knowledge-hungry blood mage. She/Her. Green/Kind Hawke. Fenris Romance.

My sweet, doomed tragic hero. Willow has always felt the call of learning. Ultimately, she is facinated by the origins of magic - where it comes from and why some get it and others do not. A tenuous relationship with her family left her mostly under her own supervision, which lead her to blood magic. Initially, it was purely for study, but then the demons started calling. Willow is good, at heart. She is gentle and kind, but often blind to her own failings. She loves the things that will destroy her most. She was never going to be the one who saved everyone, but she believed she was for just a moment.

And last, but definately not least, Inquisitor Nikal Lavellan. He/Him. Tempest Archer. Dorian Romance. (There are no face tattoos on this picrew, but he has the vines-only Elgernaan valasalin, just picture it)

Nikal is a man of duality and complexity. Before he was Inquisitor, he loved his two adopted siblings more than anything. The three of them kept at arms length by their clan, all they had was each other. When Nikal was thrust into being the Inquisitor, he resented it more than anything. Seen as stern, vengeful and terse, he was not readily adopted by those who wanted him only as a figurehead. He had no love for humans and the Chantry. Overtime, and only to his Inner circle, Nikal opened up. Under the standoffish exterior was a charming and funny man, who stuck to his principals and the people he loved above all things. He was very aware of what history would do to him and how it would paint him. That was what he fought.

I don’t tag people in these, but do it if it seems fun!!!! Thanks again for tagging me I never get to go off about my children

#I loved doing this aaaa thanks again #Behold my children I love them

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wrymbloods · 2 years

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♡ - i was tagged by @montliyets to make some ocs in this picrew ,, thank you so much !!

cecilia cousland (dragon age origins) // lorraine hawke (dragon age 2) irisviel lavellan (dragon age inquisition) // valerie shepard (mass effect trilogy) bunni hart (our life: beginnings & always) // juniper pine (our life: now & forever)

i won’t tag anyone but if you see this and feel like doing it, feel free to say i tagged you !! - ♡

#oc: cecilia cousland #oc: willow hawke #oc: irisviel lavellan #oc: valerie shepard #oc: bunni hart #oc: juniper pine #tag game.

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jessicamariana · 4 years

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OC Kiss 2019

Una & Felix | Rida & David

Tiael & Ruby | Ammelie & Mir’annar

Feylen & Hazel | Kaiden & Kasaanda

Sirus & Sara | Marina & Willow

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belljanuary · 11 months

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I DID ITTTTTTTTTT my warden is so pretty i love herrrrrr💛💛💛

✨✨✨Here is the template✨✨✨

#dao #dao ocs #dao oc #cousland origin #willow cousland #dragon age #dragon age origins #my art

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perseus-veil · 4 years

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old man eamon: I’m gonna call the landsmeet, you ready?

my warden: oh no sorry I’m going back to the deep roads I’ll be back in like a month fuck you y’all can wait

#there's a whole ass civil war and the blight and she's like 'nope i got shit to do brb' and fucks off #now i'm playing awakening for the first time and have no idea what's goin on but that's normal #dragon age #dragon age: origins #oc: willow cousland

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threadgoodethebard · 5 years

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Things I love most about my OTPs

I got tagged by @caffeinated-mabari a looong time ago, but I’m a mess and only got around to it now lol I’m so sorry, but also very thankful to you for tagging me, this has been a lot of fun <3 Rhoswen Cousland and Leliana

They have become one of my favorite pairings in life, and I think that what I love the most about them is how commited they are to each other. Throughout their fight to stop the Fifth Blight, Leliana’s faith in the Maker and in their quest gave Rhoswen the strength to believe that they were doing the right thing and that they could actually win. Meanwhile, Rhoswen’s unwavering faith in her even after each new piece of information she revealed about her past gave Leliana the strength to believe that she truly could be the person she wanted to be. In the years after the Blight, that never changed: on many occasions, the two were sent to different corners of Thedas as Rhoswen tended to her Grey Warden duties and Leliana tended to her work as Left Hand of the Divine and, eventually, Divine Victoria. Even so, they always had one another in their thoughts, they collected small gifts to deliver in their every reunion, and most importantly, they kept their faith in their love and in the work they were both doing for Thedas. And if they ever falter, the two of them know that the other will be there and will find a way to remind them of the worth of what they are doing. Always.

Gabrielle Hawke and Isabela

I think that what I like the most about these two is how they challenge other. They are two rogues with impressive skills, so there is always an underlying tone of trying to outdo the other (all in good fun), or to execute a technique so well that the other will be in awe. Plus, it’s a battle of wits, of jokes, of seduction, of games and games of Wicked Grace. And they challenge each other to be better and to open up more, too. Gabrielle has been one of Isabela’s inspirations for overcoming her fear of falling in love and for trying to do more good more often. Isabela was fundamental in keeping Gabrielle grounded after Bethany was taken to the Circle, and she has made Gabrielle more tenacious and more able to think and calculate before she acts. They keep each other sharp, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Willow Trevelyan and Josephine Montilyet

I think my favorite thing about Willow and Josie is how they absolutely adore spending time together. They are quite similar to each other in a number of ways, and for the both of them it is a relief to know that someone gets it. They are comfortable around each other, they like to geek over history and heraldry, they dance beautifully together, they enjoy balls and social events, they like to laugh and gossip about the ridiculous fashion trends in Orlais once they are back in their chambers. They revel in the warm, comfortable peace of being together. Theirs is a quiet love, and it is also strong and beautiful. tagging @thegoldenpieceoflife @aclarencecollins @lelibela and whoever else feels like doing it ^^

#my ocs #oc prompts #rhoswen cousland #leliwarden #gabrielle hawke #hawkebela #willow trevelyan #josephine x inquisitor #I love my babies #they are all beautiful

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