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@ficarica
#. FICARICA . A ( MOSTLY ) FOR FRIENDS MULTI-MEDIA MULTI-MUSE. EXTREMELY LAID BACK WITH MILD ACTIVITY. houses canon and original muses from dragon age, baldur's gate 3, hades, with a few other misc muses. please read the rules below prior to following + any sort of engagement.
PSA . my interpretation is mine alone. i heavily and unapologetically play with lore.
adventuring party. odditymuse. haludh. duelblades. doppogin.
prompts. interest checker. dorian.
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dusting this blog off too omg..... idk how often i'll be here but i'll def be on dorian <3
hope everyone has been well mwah mwah
as much as i wanna say sav fucks, he does not. he had a silly little crush on a friend in clan lavellan and then had a one-night with a human in a trading town and then y'know... inq stuff / companion stuff.
lorren though..... yeah, he's not shy about sleeping with someone. if he thinks someone is pretty, he's flirting and down with it.
who else should i add
panel 1: dorian pavus as a magister, being overheard / quoted as saying "maker's breath, a sack of rocks has more intelligence than this lot" [talking about other magisters]
panel 2: seeing over the shoulder of a random magister, as they say something utterly asinine
panel 3: dorian looking into the camera, exasperated
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ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC
📋 : how organized is your muse?
✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?
🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?
☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?
🧺 : how often do they do laundry?
🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?
🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?
🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?
🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?
🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?
📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?
SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION
🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?
📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?
🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?
🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?
🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?
🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?
🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?
🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?
🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?
INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE
🕵️♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?
🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?
🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?
👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?
🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?
🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?
📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?
💀 : do they trust their own memories?
🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?
PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT
🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?
🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?
🧷 : who failed them first?
🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?
🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?
🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?
🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?
🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?
🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?
HABITS / VICES / COPING
🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?
🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?
💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?
🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?
🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?
🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?
🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?
☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?
🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?
SEXUALITY / INTIMACY
🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?
💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?
🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?
🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?
🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?
🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?
🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?
🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?
🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?
💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?
MORALITY / CHOICES
⚖️ : what line will they never cross?
🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?
🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?
🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?
🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?
🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?
🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?
🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?
📜 : what promise do they regret making?
🪦 : what hill would they die on?
this post serves as blanket permission to do the following to my muses or threads:
timeskip, if it makes sense. of the scene is finished but we have more planned, feel free to jump to it.
hurt my muse. punching, slapping, kicking, stabbing, choking, shoving, all fine. any mutilation i prefer to be asked about.
Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor
trans actual uk - trans led and run advocacy, education and empowerment organisation
fiveforfive - collective fund for trans women and girls and transfem causes
gendered intelligence - trans led advocacy org
mermaids - supports trans youth
akt - lgbtq youth homelessness charity
loving me - domestic abuse service for trans people in england
not a phase - for trans adults
i WILL make an actual chara ref sheet later but for now... have this eres <3
they should invent a way of opening up that doesn't feel like baring your neck to the wolves
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savvas fun fact of the day: he doesn't really drink, at most will wet his lips. he's mastered the art of pretending and will carry around the same drink all night.
savvas and WHO
The flutter of raven wings overhead nearly gives him pause; a sense of home briefly washing over him before that sense is dampened by his gaze flitting around stone walls. There was a time he used to feel the bite of wind on his skin when he heard birdcalls above him. Now he just stares idly upward at the crows in their cages. Messengers, he knows. Necessary. Caged, nonetheless. As his footsteps into the center of the rookery slow to a stop, he’s not blind to his feelings being subconsciously tethered to the unease that rests in the line of his shoulders. He’s had it since Haven, and after everything that’s happened — that continues to happen — he’s not sure it’ll ever break apart; turn to dust, and leave him. Instead, he’s usually lucky if it settles well enough not to roil his stomach.
He’d run — yes, with footsteps light and quick and voices calling behind him — up to the rookery seeking a certain redhead only to find his kin. Violet eyes watch the wood peelings fall from Savvas’ careful draw of the knife. Woodcarving is a skill he’d never had patience for, but at least half of his memories of his father are watching much the same: wood peelings floating down as feathers might. He’s momentarily so distracted by it that he nearly misses Savvas’ last words — fake spiders…?
A crow squawks overhead, loud and abrasive as if to punctuate and drive home the point — and shake the inquisitor out of his ridiculous reverie. Emrys blinks. “Spiders?” Tone set adrift, the notion completely lost on him. This is what happens, he thinks, when he’s been away at the Storm Coast so long the roar of the waves still rolls between his ears. Ears that slowly lower to the shaved sides of his head as a furrow draws his brow, head tilting ever so slightly to one side. He’d made the comment because he couldn’t quite puzzle out why Savvas was up here entirely alone. Instead, he’s landed somewhere else entirely.
“Savvas,” he starts, voice tentative; a natural warmth to it that combats the chill of the room, the breeze whistling through the cracks of the windows. “What have you done?”
ah.
shit.
so he didn't know.
a pity he has set aside his craft as his fingers now itch to busy themselves. it might have made something of an excuse or at least something to divert his eyes too. instead, savvas folds his hands together in his lap and turns up a brow. "did i say something about spiders? i must have been mistaken."
in a very obvious attempt to change the subject-- the spiders are fake, after all, born of a harmless prank he crafted with sera-- savvas clears his throat. he owes a politeness to emrys ( one that he does not necessarily share with a handful of others around skyhold ), not because he is the inquisitor but because of their kinship.
"what can i do for you, lethallen? i doubt you came to find me just for simple conversation?"
he could have, of course. a familiarity of both being the same clan and of having a past. the very same hobby he currently chips away at, emrys' own father taught savvas. for teaching patience, paying attention to the over all shape and yet not forgetting the details. savvas found satisfaction in the little trinkets that came from his own hands.
perhaps he'd make something for emrys soon.
he stands back and lets savvas work. he's not here for details, or the bigger picture. he's here for a job and he's doing it. but he does tilt his head slightly as he watches him crouch down, picking up the toy gently. he's used to being around political giants and figureheads. but it's rare to get a glimpse of how human they are. a small moment of empathy endears him more to the inquisitor than any of the ballads or songs might say about his grand deeds or brave acts.
he waits, patiently, until savvas is done, hands on his hips, looking around the cave. ' if you say so. we have a looooong walk back, that's plenty of time for you to tire of my stories. ' he takes a moment to squeeze the water out of his hair, though it's only going to get wet again before they return.
' you know you have legions and legions of scouts. you don't need to go all the way out to the hinterlands yourself. unless you just want to get away from all the chatter. in which case, picking me as your companion is quite the choice. there's a few silent brutish types you could have chosen. did i mention my mother was dalish ? '
yes, savvas supposes he could use any number of scouts or resources at his disposal but with such a personal matter, he much preferred the privacy. yes-men were not something he needed and while savvas does enjoy a quiet moment, that type of silence might actually be unbearable.
besides... savvas glances at the assassin-- there's something relieving in the way zevran continues to talk. he doesn't feel the title of inquisitor so heavily.
"i happen to find your company refreshing." a comment that he leaves hanging as he hikes up his pack and begins leading them back out into the ever raging storm and back to camp.
had it always come easy to him, savvas wonders, or was it a learned trait? perhaps he'll ask one day. or now, he's content to let the assassin talk, sliding into the next topic easily enough.
"was she? what was she like?"
silly me thinking I'd make a small post retconning sav's lack of practice and belief in the evanuris
okay short of it in bullet points until i inevitably rb again with more details.
was already distancing, doubtful. quiet and didn't share beliefs save twice or so with senya. ( practiced and spoke as to not cause trouble tho )
both times with senya lead into arguments. [ some of the few they had ]
some of his distancing is because their dealings and trading with human towns and seeing alienages. [ this also is the reason for his lack of faith in andrastaism. he finds ppl have used it as an excuse to be cruel. ]
while it may not have been obvious, something is still noticably wrong and this is partially why savvas is sent to the conclave [inq verse] / leaves clan lavellan to join the inquisition [companion verse].
has said something along the lines of "we are just children blindly searching in dead places for hands that will never reach out, for a history we haven't even a fraction of or hope of understanding." in regards to the past AND in his arguments with senya, "[name of sav's dumb little crush] falls ill and we pray to sylaise for recovery but it is our own hands that find the herbs and make the medicine."
community and caring for others savvas understands but would rather focus on THAT and the future. he's proud of WHO he is NOW, not who they used to be.
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ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC
📋 : how organized is your muse?
✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?
🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?
☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?
🧺 : how often do they do laundry?
🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?
🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?
🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?
🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?
🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?
📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?
SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION
🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?
📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?
🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?
🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?
🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?
🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?
🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?
🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?
🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?
INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE
🕵️♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?
🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?
🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?
👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?
🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?
🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?
📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?
💀 : do they trust their own memories?
🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?
PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT
🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?
🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?
🧷 : who failed them first?
🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?
🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?
🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?
🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?
🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?
🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?
HABITS / VICES / COPING
🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?
🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?
💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?
🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?
🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?
🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?
🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?
☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?
🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?
SEXUALITY / INTIMACY
🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?
💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?
🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?
🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?
🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?
🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?
🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?
🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?
🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?
💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?
MORALITY / CHOICES
⚖️ : what line will they never cross?
🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?
🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?
🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?
🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?
🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?
🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?
🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?
📜 : what promise do they regret making?
🪦 : what hill would they die on?
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