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Just a few munday questions that are kind of odd, kind of not, but I enjoy regardless—

Is there anything you refuse to write on Tumblr, but write on your own or on other platforms?

What's the strangest thing that's ever happened to you ic or ooc?

What's something you can't stand, but still watch/write/read anyway?

If you were a bagel, what flavor would you be?

What's something you could ramble / rant about for hours?

If you were to have a fursona, what would it be?

Have you ever used writing to process something personal?

How long do you think you could stand being in a room with a person constantly correcting everything you say?

Do you believe dreams have meaning?

What would you do if you got isekai'd into your favorite game / book / show? Do you think you'd survive or would you get obliterated in seconds?

Do you think you'd survive a hallmark movie?

Any tropes you hate for no discernable reason? Could be writing, art, etc. etc. something you absolutely do not have a justified reason for disliking it, but you do.

What's the most spiteful animal you've ever met?

What do you collect? If you collect nothing, what do you wish you could collect?

What's your "hear me out"?

What was your favorite childhood toy?

If your muse(s) were a dog / cat / horse breed, what would they be?

If you could take any fictional character and spend a day with them, who would it be?

If you could steal anything, what would it be?

Who do you think you could beat in a fist fight in the Denny's parking lot at 3 am?

RP Related

What first drew you to your muse?

Do you have any verses you want to write but haven't fully figured out yet?

What's your favorite icon of your muse?

How do you feel you and your muse are similar?

Are there any parts of canon that you ignore for your muse?

Is there any fanon you embrace for your muse?

Is there any fanon about your muse that you can't stand?

What's a song that reminds you of your muse?

Do you have any old muses you'd like to bring back?

What's the hardest part about writing your muse?

What's the easiest part about writing your muse?

Are there any more muses you want to play?

Do you have a preference between platonic or romantic relationships?

Personal

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Which is worse, stepping on a lego or stubbing your toe?

Do you prefer sweet or salty flavors?

Share an interesting fact about yourself.

If you could pick an animal to freely shapeshift into, what would you pick?

Do you enjoy spicy food?

What's your favorite movie?

What's your favorite TV show?

What's your favorite video game?

How well do you handle horror?

Send in any of the following symbols to learn more about the mun and their roleplaying preferences and habits!

☯ : Do you prefer to wing it or to plot things out first when it comes to longer threads?

✎ : What is your favorite genre to write for in roleplay?

✉ : What’s your favorite genre to read in roleplay?

✘ : Are there any genres you refuse to write for?

✪ : Do you use roleplay as a method to better your writing in some way? If so, what are you trying to improve on?

🎭 : Is roleplaying/writing a way to cope when things get rough irl?

⌘ : How much importance do you place real experience into the things you write/rp?

⚡ : What typically leads to inspiration for you when it comes to writing?

✿ : What’s your stance on self-inserts?

⌚ : When in the day do you feel you do your best writing?

♟ : Do you do any research when you roleplay?

♞ : Which do you prefer, shorter or longer roleplay posts?

♥ : What kinds of characters are the most fun for you to write for?

💔 : What kinds of characters do you have the most trouble writing for?

➳ : When creating OCs, what do you typically start with first? (i.e. appearance, name, a theme, etc.)

♚ : What’s something you just can’t stand and will unfollow someone over?

🌟 : How do you usually like to start an interaction with someone new, or do you prefer to have them approach you?

"We know little of the Creators in Minrathous," he continued, taking a bit of tinder from his traveling pack and tossing it into the fire. The flames licked just a tad too close for the old elf's comfort— like they were reaching out for him— but he said nothing of it. "But the Keeper of my clan, for however long I had it, said that after all I'd endured, the markings of the All-Father would suit me best." A soft snort, and he shook his head. "Rather on the nose, but I suppose I should be complimented. I got them so I would not stand out. I wanted to be like them... but it simply was not meant to be."

"I... I was," she admitted, ducking her head. "They looked... well, not that old. And I was wondering how long you'd had them." She paused, looking back to the campfire. "I came here from Minrathous, too. But I was a student. All the strangeness in the Veil here... I think it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. And my teacher said he'd still be there when I was done here." She gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry about your daughter... I could look for her when I go back. I have connections there, too. Not Veil Jumper connections, just friends."

She was far enough from the campfire that when sparks flew out, she wasn't in danger, and she shifted a little closer to get just a bit warmer.

"That's how it was for my mother, too. She wanted to belong somewhere... but her clan didn't work out for her." She gave a slight shrug, clearly not too broken up about the whole thing. Still, his refusal for help brought a frown to her face. Surely he knew how dangerous this place could be.

"Hm- my guard is always up." A simple admission from a man who had seen plenty of the horrors that the world has to offer. Every masked face in that room, every person, every passing presence... he didn't trust in the slightest. But - he was that way with most folk, even back at the keep.

"... I can keep quiet and inconspicuous, at least. I fear that a sense of 'normal' here just entails a log of peacocking and I'm not particularly good at that."

"You're right. Normal for these people also includes a good amount of backstabbing and poisoning. So behave normally for you."

She paused. Lyrian enjoyed being helpful, as long as he had been with the Inquisition. Perhaps another job would help ease his mind. And perhaps... it could also ingratiate the Inquisition to Briala's people.

❝Useful? Nothing really. Am I not allowed a spot of sentimentality? Or must that be stripped from me as well?❞

Was he not allowed to change over the many years? Not that he had, mind you, but no one else needed to know that right now. Really it was a matter of familiarity currently, many things had changed over the eras, but still the temple stood. Somewhat, as ruins, but... it was the thought.

❝I do understand now, my shortcomings, my pride the fall of me. You don't have to cast shame upon me for it, you weren't there either I'm assuming? So you don't understand the scope of it fully, do you?❞

Internal politics, hard to grasp fully on the outside. Still, no one would be wrong if they fully blamed it on his pride and ego, his vanity. Traits that still fully remained as warped as they were prior to imprisonment, but acknowledgement did make it easier to play them off.

Norrim arched a brow, arms folding across her chest. Really, it was about what she should have expected, based on Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain. Besides, if he were really sentimental about the city, he would have gone somewhere the people gathered, not his seat of power. She looked over him, still visibly skeptical. Her mother was as strongly against him as Solas and Felassan... though admittedly, her mother only had an understanding through Falon'din's faithful. And yes, he claimed to learn from his mistakes, but something told Norrim he'd learned the wrong lesson.

"Usually, 'you had to be there' is for inside jokes, not war. Do I have to have seen it with my own eyes to believe others' accounts?"

That... was probably saying too much. She'd probably just revealed far more about herself than she intended. But... true to her assumption, the (ex) god liked to talk. The way he spoke, it was like he thought those were excusable things, because he regretted it, like the other evanuris themselves wouldn't have found fault in it. He didn't come across as different. He still spoke like the other gods.

It had started out with 'Love, I need a favor' and ended with Alaric ending up being chased through Orlais and half of Ferelden by his fellow Wardens before being rescued of sorts by Hawke and the Inquisitor.

Which was how he found himself being bowled over by his partner before he even made it inside Skyhold, thankful it was at least before they were on the stone bridge and the snow softened his fall. Not that he was complaining either way.

But one day, he finally got a letter.

It was short, and Tav could tell how exhausted and stressed Alaric had been at the time of writing, just by the handwriting... but it was still news. At long last they would be reunited.

When he heard of Hawke and the Inquisitor's return, his heart raced, and he couldn't get down to the gates fast enough as a person, couldn't wait for them to get across the bridge into the courtyard. He barreled past the others, his bear form carrying him faster than he could run... right into Alaric. At least this time he managed to shift back before sitting on the Warden's chest, leaning over him and peppering his face with kisses.

Cole startled awake when he felt a presence shifting over his bed. His pets didn't seem bothered by them, so he relaxed quickly. However, he did pop his head up to peer into the darkness. Glowing, blue eyes found those of Norrim and Ori, both children crawling into his bed and dodging the pile of animals to slip under the blankets with him.

His bed was not big enough for this...

Carefully, he moved Ori to lay on his chest, and tugged Norrim close to his side to try and make room.

"Why do you not seek your mother?" he asked quietly, gently squeezing them close.

Her ears pinned back against her head, the little girl cuddled up under the blankets, until just the top of her hair stuck out. Ori had cried and cried the whole way down the tower, but finally settled as Cole held her on his chest.

"And there's no example of someone's magic manifesting as an adult?" she asked hopefully. She knew the truth, though. She was no mage, no matter how badly she may wish to be one. In her childhood, she'd spent hours trying to summon light or cast fire, to no avail.

She shook her head at the question. "My father keeps me away from most things, so if he's hired any Circle mages, it wasn't known to me," she explained. She paused. "I guess I did know a mage once, but I didn't know she was a mage at the time. We were just children until she was taken away."

"I'm sorry... none that I've ever heard of, my lady," they admitted, ears shifting. And they could be at least somewhat confident in that answer, and it left room for the potential of any examples that they hadn't heard of. "Many apostates are caught as adults, but that is because their magic has grown too strong for them to hide."

Still... Vin couldn't help but feel empathetic toward the woman. For someone who should have been free... her experience was remarkably similar to that of a Circle mage.

"I'm glad it helped. We helped," he answered simply instead, because his intentions had been good even if it hadn't ended well. Even if they were no longer welcome, he hoped that the refuge had been… enough, for a little while despite what it had brought into his borders. He shook his head free of those thoughts, though. What was done was done, no way to take back one part or another.

The change in subject was welcome, and when he spoke, Sontna gave a quick, slight nod in acknowledgement and agreement. (Finally, a noble who seemed to have some sense.)

"This was one magister and a handful of foot soldiers," she said quietly. "And we only succeeded thanks in large part to a turncoat. That kind of luck can't be guaranteed elsewhere... if the Venatori wish to cause chaos, something tells me they won't need more than one agent." She paused, the corners of her mouth turning into a slight, thoughtful frown. "It would help if we understood what their aims actually are, outside of simple 'take over the world,' might give us a lead about what to prioritize..."

She sighed and shook her head, brushing away the idea, then looked back up to meet Alistair's gaze.

"...Depends on the templar." That may have been considered extracurricular study. Cullen had joined because he wanted to protect people, the mages included. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach, and he glanced away for a moment, staring down at the table. He knew that in Kirkwall he had been... well, it didn't matter now, did it?

"I've always believed it's best to understand something, before you try to fight it. Nullifying magic can of course be done without studying the magic itself, but... it's easier, to know how to nullify it if you know what it is."

"You know, I had never seen magic nullification before... you know..." she admitted, not exactly wanting to name the Gallows incident out loud. "I heard about it quite frequently... I still don't know exactly how it works." Probably because mages didn't tend to study it, but she didn't say that part. Her ears shifted. "Though perhaps I was never caught when visiting the gallows because more Templars didn't study magic?"

Who was to say so far after the fact?

Anyway, that was a question for later, when there wasn't a hole in the sky. Cullen's answer drew a sigh of relief, as Sontna seemed to almost visibly let go of at least a little of her stress. She drew in a deep breath, then let it out again, trying to let herself relax.

A list of 30 writing prompts inspired by other DA codex prompt lists. Contains no plot spoilers for Veilguard.

A letter to Rook about their exile

An entry from Rook’s journal

A letter from Rook to someone in their faction

A note from a companion to Rook about the Lighthouse

A conversation overheard between Rook and a companion

Healer’s summary of treatment for Rook’s wounds

Something written by a character from a previous game about Rook

A future historian’s analysis of Rook’s actions (Bonus: featuring a relevant primary source)

Rook’s shopping list 

Note found in Rook’s pocket

Report summarizing what is known about Rook by an allied or enemy faction

Rook’s daily schedule

A message between two companions about Rook

A letter from a faction leader to a companion about Rook’s actions

Rook’s packing list for travel to a quest location

Letter from Rook to their love interest

Rook’s notes on the Lighthouse/Caretaker

Notes between a companion and Rook regarding a personal quest

Inventory of personal belongings Rook left behind when they left their faction

Something written about Rook on a historical plaque

A letter from an enemy regarding Rook

An entry from an encyclopedia/travel guide about an aspect of Rook’s background (Bonus: followed by a note from Rook supporting or refuting its accuracy)

Excerpt from a play dramatizing Rook’s actions (Bonus: include a review of this play)

A letter from Rook to a faction leader

Notes taken by Rook when they were young/in training

A letter to Rook from a family member or close friend

Analysis of a piece of art created for/about Rook

Propaganda for or against Rook

Something written to Rook post-game

I was thinking about the Blorbos—as per usual—and decided to make a list of questions that would help others get to know them better.

Feel free to share it so others can ask about your OC's too, and feel free to ask any of these about any of my creatures.

Do they prefer cold or warm environments?

What's their favorite spot of their homes?

What's their favorite spot in the world?

Do they have any core memories, regardless of age?

How do they behave around children?

How do they behave around animals?

What did they want to be as a child? Did they made it?

How do they react when someone cries in front of them?

What’s something they miss that no longer exists?

What’s a habit they inherited from someone else? Do they notice they do it?

What kind of person brings out the worst in them?

What kind of person brings out the softest version of them?

What’s something that feels intimate to them, even if others might consider it meaningless?

What makes them cringe? (May be out of second hand shame or plain fear/contempt)

What kind of affection are they bad at receiving?

Is there something they love in secret? Why do they hide it?

Do they keep any secrets? Their own or someone else’s?

Is there anything that makes them feel embarrassed?

What’s something childish they still do? Do they do it openly?

What’s the quickest way to make them uncomfortable?

What’s the quickest way to make them feel comfortable?

Do they let people into their home or personal space easily? What would they discover about them if they did?

What's the last thing they think about before falling asleep?

What is their relationship with pain? Do they tolerate it well, hide it, or even enjoy it?

Do they acknowledge their wounds openly, or do they pretend nothing hurts them?

What’s the cruelest thing someone has ever said to them?

What’s something they can forgive once, but never twice?

What’s the longest grudge they’ve ever held?

What’s something they’re terrified people will discover about them?

What’s something they wish people noticed about them?

Do they feel envy? If so, of what?

What is their greatest fear?

What is their greatest wish?

Are they afraid of growing old?