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@sergiodivasco
PSA; Iâm going to be moving Sergio over to @lcgacyofages merely because heâs going to be my Josephine romancer and he can fit in with my other muses fine.

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blue (Ren and Sergio)
Send me a color and Iâll write a drabble with our muses with that color as the theme. | ACCEPTING
for my sideblog @sergiodivasco
The waves lapping against the shore beneath the clear, bright sky held an invitation in contrast to the warm Antivan day. His fingers laced with hers as the couple strolled down the beach, the sand shifting underfoot. His other arm supported Emilia, her dark curls kept out of her face with cyan colored ribbons. She took in everything around her with bright, curious eyes, focusing on anything interesting she saw.
âDown! Down!â She ordered suddenly, causing Sergio and Renaldi to pause. Sergio glanced to where she was pointing, seeing an azure colored seashell peeking out from beneath the sand.
âDo you want that shell?â he asked in a soft, amused tone. Dark curls flew about her face as Emilia nodded vigorously.
âWell, what do you say?â Renaldi chimed in, waiting for the young girl to respond.
âPlease! Please down!â With a laugh, Sergio obliged her and gently set her down into the sand. Emilia ran with shifting steps to the shell, dropping to her knees to dig it out. Sergio watched her with a soft warmth in his gaze, only looking away when he heard Renaldi snicker.
âWhat?â
She didnât respond right away, only stood on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Her arm looped through his and she rested her head against his shoulder. The couple watched Emilia as she worked, the only sound being the waves nearby and a few seagulls above.
âYouâre a good father,â Renaldi finally said. âI know you were worried, but youâre doing fine.â
Sergio looked at her, unsure of how to respond at first. His surprise look softened into a smile, though, and he ran ahead to catch up with Emilia, lifting her up and spinning her about. Renaldi watched them with a soft smile, her hand resting on her slightly swollen stomach wrapped in cobalt blue fabric.
A classic Aramis moment
send me âif i were dating youâ anons
âIâm not used to being loved. I wouldnât know what to do.â
â F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House

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DRAGON AGE INSPIRED HEADCANON MEME - EXTENSIVE LORE EDITION
Send one for my museâs opinion on:
âĄď¸ Magic and Mages in general;
âď¸ The Circle of Magi;
đĽ Blood Magic;
âď¸ The Chantry;
âď¸ The Divine;
đľ The Templars;
âłď¸ The Rite of Tranquility;
đ´ The Mage-Templar War;
âŻď¸ The Order of the Grey Wardens;
đą Spirits and the Fade;
đś Ferelden;
đ Orlais;
đ˛ The Grand Game;
đą Tevinter;
đ˘ Slavery;
đş City Elves;
đż Dalish Elves;
âŹď¸ Underground Dwarves;
âŹď¸ Surface Dwarves;
â Caste system;
đ The Inquisition;
â Religion (one or more of them);
đ Sexuality and marriage;
đł Barbarian cultures;
Ask the Mun for a Drabble/Fic of their Muse based on...
đ - Their first kiss
â ď¸ - A near death experience
đ đś - Their favorite memory with your Muse
đ§ - A silly scenario
đ - A heartbreak
đ¤ - The time they almost lost it completely
đŠ - Discovering their pet/favorite animal
đ - Their sexuality realization
đŞ - A quiet moment
âĄď¸ - A loud moment
đ - Their thoughts late at night
đ - Their thoughts early in the morning
đ¨ - A terrifying scenario
âşď¸ - Their first night away from their guardians
âľď¸ - An accidental adventure
đŤ - A moment of crime
đ - A celebration
đ - Their most recent birthday
đ - An early birthday
đ˘ - A frustrating moment
đ - An idiotic scenario
actumagis:
Renaldi was fishing a healing potion out of a pocket with one hand, the other pressing down on her injury, wholly ignorant to Sergioâs last execution until he roughly pushed by her. She nearly dropped her potion in surprise, but saved it before it could break on the stone. Drinking it in one gulp (sheâd always hated the taste) and storing the empty vial to be used again, she hardly let her skin knit back together before moving herself between Sergio and his mother.
Yes, she was upset with the woman for this betrayal and the fact sheâd sold her child, but she would be no good to get answers out of if she was a frightened mess. Enough time saving people taught Renaldi that. Her short stature and slightness worked in her advantage as she wormed her way between mother and son, her hand and staff gently pushing Sergio away. âTake a step back, di Vasco. Youâre too on edge.â Her tone was colder than usual, her eyes hard and authoritative as she looked up at him. It was her way of telling him to fuck off for a minute without using so many words, a tactic sheâd picked up from somewhere. Maybe Cassandra? Either way, her use of his last name (was it really that or something else?) should have been enough to tell him she was not okay with his actions.
Turning to the woman, she gave her a small smile. âIâm Renaldi. You didnât get hurt, did you?â She glanced back over her shoulder at Sergio for a moment. âSorry about him⌠heâs a little testy today, to put it lightly.â
âOn edge?â There was disbelief in his voice as she spoke. On edge? Did she not understand what had transpired? Did she not realize what had just happened? He stalked just behind her, needing to walk, needing to work off that energy which was building in a slow, burning rage in his gut.
âI-I am fine,â she said, watching Sergio. âDurante-â
âDonât!â Sergio snapped, turning to look at her. âThat is not my name. It stopped being my name when you sold me to the Crows!â He shook his head, looking away and swallowing a different emotion than anger. âAnd you did it again, did you not?!â
âDurante, they were going to kill your siblings!â
âDo not lie to me,â Sergio seethed. âHow much did they pay you?â
âI wanted you to run-â
âHow much?!â His hand twitched at his blade, part of him wanting to deal with this here and now.
âEnough to eat for a while,â she sighed, fear still in her tone. Sergio stepped around Renaldi, closer to her and looked down at the woman, swallowing as he considered his options.
actumagis:
She was biting her tongue so much at the moment. Renaldi did hate it when people assumed something of her. She was not oblivious to her looks or her power, but she didnât care about them. That wasnât what mattered about her, and she would never want people to think of her in respect to her beauty or ability to throw a man five hundred yards without touching them. She wanted people to remember her for her intelligence or charity. Her smaller deeds, not the obvious one, were more important to her. They defined her as a person, and she didnât want her main quality to be âheroâ in the chronicles of history.
She had begun drying out her long hair with another towel, looking at Sergio and Emilia through a mirror. Admiring her little family, as it were. âI give myself plenty of credit, thank you. But I know I used to be a pushover of a girl, scared out of her mind of silverite armor⌠and too charming men who could be hiding blades behind their smiles.â
Renaldi smirked a bit, knowing that would get a reaction out of him. It was honesty, too, for a pretender to some sort of divinity would definitely be targeted as she had been by the Crows and some employer of theirs. And at the beginning she had been scared of him, even as she had him join the Inquisition.
âEither way, I grew out of it; and with kindness, humility, and intelligence I have led. I intend to teach my daughter the same qualities, no matter how pretty she becomes or how powerful her magical abilities are. If she even inherits any.â
Sergio kept his gaze on Emilia, cooing at her and saying soft words in Antivan to her. Everything was gentle, not even hinting at the life he had had. Hard and pushing his way through, staying alive or ending up dead, seducing to gain access to the mark. No, here was a man who was no longer a weapon or a tool, but just a mere man with a child in his arms he adored.
He looked back at her, though, dark eyes glimmering.
âIf I recall, you said, mm, what was it,â he started, âalmost ruined the mood when I called you beautiful once, no? Do you not recall that?â He walked over to her, steadying Emilia in one arm and running his fingers along her jaw. âI am glad you have recognized yourself now, though. It is a good look.âÂ
He gave her a devilish smirk at her statement.
âAnd I am sure you are thanking Andrasteâs blazing bosom you decided not to be scared of the charming man with smiles and dark eyes...â
Sergio considered what she said. She had lead that way and he did hope Emilia learned to emulate that. Those were important, not the power or the looks.
âI suppose her looks are inevitable,â he sighed, âbut the hard part is making her take those lessons you wish to teach her to heart. The world can be cruel, after all.â
âIs that alcohol I smell on your breath?â
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âYes, yes it is,â he remarked as they sat in camp. âI did bring along some fine wine from Antiva to make this trek into absolutely no civilization a bit more bearable. Now, letâs watch out for those bears, shall we? They do like to sneak up on parties.â

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"Tell me you tried 'excuse me' first?"
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âOf course I did! You take me for some ill-mannered pig, hm? I said, âexcuse me, I have to drive my blade through your heart.â And then! He struck me. The gall, really. That meant I had to stab him in the heart twice instead of just once. So rude.â
⨳ â BONES; I
send one for my muse's reaction!
âGreat. Iâm late.â âTell me you tried âExcuse meâ first.â âI was never reduced to flashing my boobs for information.â âIf you drive one more block, Iâm screaming âkidnapâ.â âIâm trying to mend bridges here.â âI find you very condescending.â âWeâre Scully and Mulder.â âThis eco-warrior look works for you. Very action-oriented.â âYour suit will outlast your bones by decades.â â[Name]⌠are you playing me?â âCan I, as the only normal person in this room, say âEwâ?â âGood. I prefer holographs. They donât stink.â âI thought a lot about why we broke up.â âWe fought because you are emotionally distant and cold.â âYou didnât come for your TV. You came for a booty call. Youâre leaving.â âI hate psychology.â âWhoa. I have to admit thatâs pretty cooI.â âWait. Is that who I think it is?â âCongratulations on your success.â âThis isnât exactly the way I wanted it to end.â âDonât call me [nickname]!â âYou rat bastard!â âWhat are you trying to do?â âIâm blackmailing you.â âYouâre not supposed to like being blackmailed.â âItâs better to keep this quiet. Itâs been two years. Whatâs another few days?â âTwo years is a hell of a long time in limbo.â âThose people deserve the truth.â âThey deserve the kindness of a lie.â âGetting information out of live people is different than getting it out of bones.â âSee what you did? You asked a personal question without offering anything in return.â âSince Iâm not a skeleton, you get zilch. Sorry.â âWant to get a drink?â âHoney, you ever think maybe you come off distant because you connect too much?â âYou want some advice? Offer up a little bit of yourself every once in a while. Just⌠tell somebody something youâre not completely certain you want them to know.â âThatâs the second time Iâve received that advice.â âWell, you know I give great advice.â âDonât be nice to me after I got you in trouble.â âYour heart was in the right place.â âIâm not a heart person. You vouched for me.â âMy fight-or-flight response is heavily weighted towards flight.â âItâs not magic. Itâs a logical recreation of events based on evidence.â âThis is exactly why you belong here. You donât know anything about the real world.â âI thought Iâd find you here. Being a good shot, doing martiaI arts, is your way of dealing.â âWho knows better than you how fragile life can be?â âYou looked me up, huh?â âIs that alcohol I smell on your breath?â âIn the future, maybe I should do the shooting.â
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Antiva
âIn the rest of the civilized world, it is common belief that Antiva has no king. I assure you, gentle readeres, that this is untrue. The line of kings in Antiva has remained unbroken for two and a half thousand years - it is simply that nobody pays any attention to them whatsoever.
The nation is ruled in truth by a collection of merchant princes. They are not princes in the literal sense, but heads of banks, trading companies, and vineyards. Their power is conferred strictly by wealth.
But Antiva is not primarily renowned for its peculiar form of government, nor for its admittedly unparalleled wines. Antiva is known for the House of Crows. Since Antivans are well known for being good at everything but fighting, it is than a little ironic that Antiva possesses the most deadly assassins in the world. Their fame is such that Antiva keeps no standing army: No king is willing to order his troops to assault her borders, and no general is mad enough to lead such an invasion. The attack would likely succeed, but its leader would not see the day.
- From In Pursuit of Knowledge: Travels of a Chanty Scholar by Brother Genitivi
The Anderfels | Elvhenan | Fereldan | The Free Marches | Nevarra | Orlais | Par Vollen | Rivain | The Tevinter Imperium | The Dales |
actumagis:
By the Maker, this would be easier had they both been wearing robes as she used to in the Circle. Leon had always made the joke that the fashion choice was made by desperate-for-a-shag mages for easy access, she had always rolled her eyes at that. But at that moment, she was wishing she had at least opted for them instead of the trousers and shirt sheâd decided on picking back up off her floor for her visit to Dagna.
Renaldi tossed his shirt to places unknown somewhere in her room, eyes wandering over his exposed torso. The scars made her chest ache but the fact the more clothes he took off, the more she wanted them to⌠well, keep going as they were. It was shallow of her, yes, but she didnât care at the moment.
âAnd how exactly do you want me? Hmm?â She teases, her fingers gently moving up his back and around his shoulder and neck. Her touches were as light as a spirit, and the hunger in her eyes was darkening her look as she gazed up at him. âIâm dying to know.â
He could feel the desperation in her touches, the longing she held for closer contact which he shared. He did not care for the marks which marred his skin; they were proof he survived. Not things to be ashamed of. He allowed her to touch and caress him as she liked, he lips moving down along her neck and hands working at her clothing.
âI can list quite a few ways I want you,â he murmured with a deep, heated tone against her ear. âWe can start on the traditional back...Sometime we should try it on your desk too...You straddling me in the chair...Thereâs a wide variety of options to go with, you see. If you put your mind to it...â
Sergio moved up and claimed her mouth in a heated, passionate kiss, opening his lips and pressing his tongue against her own in an invitation. His hands opened her top, wanting to feel the touch of her warm skin beneath his fingers.

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Sergio welcomed the warmth of her lips against his own, even if it took him by surprise. Heâd known she was there, in the corridor. And heâd even reacted as she moved. Training, after all, kicked in. So he easily caught her about her waist as she pulled him down for a heated kiss. He gladly returned it, letting it linger as they were forced to pull apart due to the sound of footsteps nearly.
âIs that a preview for tonight, mi amor?â He asked, a playful glint in his dark gaze. âBecause...It was a very tantalizing preview.â
Send âđâ to kiss my muse out of nowhere.