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Attention all. Dorian has been moved to my newest blog multiplexmusis. All of my currently active muses are there and I will continue all threads there.

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OOC:

(... I have done no course work w h o o p s.

Eventually this weekend I need to do something. But it probably won’t be tonight.

I’m still debating the pros and cons of making this a multi-muse blog/moving all of my Dragon Age muses into a multi-muse blog. Maybe just put all my characters into a multi-muse? Including my Marvel and Mass Effect characters?

I dunno guys would you still RP with me if I did that?)

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OOC:

(Anyone I’ve been playing with around?)

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Everyone needs young Dorian and Felix on their dash…Felix was Dorians best friend..and yet the game offered us so little of their past…I mean, it must have felt terrible to loose your best friend while being soo sooo far away ….:(

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“True, but that friend of his -- the girl, mind you -- she would have been good for him too, I bet.”

She laughed lightly at that, but then continued, just as serious as before.

“I don’t see him doing anything of the sort. He’s far too…reserved.”

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tag yourself I’m Denial and Jesus Freak

bonus:

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Dorian smiled softly, reaching out to cup Torohir’s cheek before leaning in to press his lips to the other’s. He closed his eyes and wrapped his free arm around Torohir’s waist, gently drawing him closer.

Dorian kept Torohir close for a few more moments, giving him a gentle squeeze before pulling back. He pressed his lips to the other’s cheek gently as he pulled away, his own cheeks heating slightly as he did. “I… may I kiss you properly?”

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Dorian smiled at the Mabari, laying back on the bed and petting down his back. “You, Gladstone, are devious,” he said softly. “You’re getting me to spill all my secrets without even having to say a word.” He fell silent for a moment before rolling to face away from the Mabari. “... Sometimes I wish that Father’s blood magic ritual had worked. That he’d been able to fix me, make me normal.”

Gladstone had been panting happily from the ear scratched, delighted in both pets and voice, but when he heard ‘horrible’, ‘Tevinter’, ‘Adahlen’, and ‘talking’, he gave this look. A very peculiar look. It was a sideways look…. almost as if to say.

‘he wasn’t talking… he was staring’

Non-mabari were silly. Instead of sniffing butts and checking crotches, they did a LOT of noise-making and looking and posturing. But nothing spoke louder than smells, and Friend smelled REALLY strong when ‘talking’ with Dorian. Very very strong. And his eyes weren’t looking at Dorian’s eyes like non-mabari usually did…. or so Gladstone could make out while watching them a few times.

He was look at at his lips.  Oh oh! And he remembered something else! ‘frustratingly’ something ‘stunning’ something ‘distracting’ something ‘intelligent’ something  ‘Vint-shem’. Whatever that meant. Friend had been blushing a whole lot too. Silly confused friend. All he had to do was lick his face and hump him and all would be as they should be!

Gladstone’s tail started to wiggle again, like a human grinning secretly to themselves.

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Dorian smiled a little, scratching behind the dog’s ears gently. “You are good to talk to,” he admitted. “Very well, how about how I met Adahlen? I believe it was the same time I met the Inquisitor, though we did not speak until after, when we got to Haven. It was... nice, to have someone talk to me rather than just assume I was terrible because I’m from Tevinter.”

Yas. Story time. Gladstone rose his big head and placed it firmly upon Dorian’s thighs, his tail reeving back up to the quickly it previously was. He whined excitedly, ready for what tale he would hear. He may… or may not remember it later, but non-mabari sounded so nice when they told story. “Ruff!”

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Dorian grabbed a blanket and smiled softly at the other mage. “See something you like?” he teased in a soft voice as he handed the blanket over. “I must say, you have excellent taste.”

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“Yes, spirit healers are in short supply as of late,” Dorian replied, smiling softly at Anders. “Why don’t you go ahead and get dressed, unless you’d rather sleep nude which, by the way, I would not complain about.” He chuckled softly and set out his bedroll. “Oh, Maker, I need to get you something to sleep on.”

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“I have to say, I would have hoped for something more... forbidden for him. Perhaps it is simply in my nature to see things that way, hmm?”

“You’re one to talk, Dorian…” she grumbled, yet the tiniest of smirks pulled at the corner of her mouth. 

It’s true she was mostly joking about keeping the novels from him. Cassandra might not admit it, but she really wanted someone to talk to about them. 

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Stuff, ranting and general upset not under a cut because people need to read this.

For the past few days, I’ve been posting a lot of ooc stuff and while I said that I would stop, I don’t see why I should. The DA fandom has a huge problem with putting pressure on people, only to then blame the individual RPer/mun when things don’t go as the fandom expect they should.

I’m tired of being held to standards I don’t even know exist. I’m tired of people not even replying to my messages because the mun of the blog thinks they’re too ~*popular*~ to even think about me, since I’m so small and so fucking shit. Yeah, I don’t have thousands of followers, but that doesn’t make you any better than me.

The DA fandom also has a huge problem with being incredibly clique-y. People have RP ‘groups’ and Maker forbid if you try to RP with someone in an RP group; you’ll be shot down faster than you can even apologise, making you feel bloody terrible for even existing.

I find it incredibly hard to make friends anyway, but with the way the DA fandom police who can be friends with who, and with people thinking they’re too popular to even talk to me, I feel incredibly ostracised in a place where I should feel happy because it’s my hobby.

It’s been said before, but because people don’t seem to take any notice, I’ll say it again; the DA fandom need to check themselves and bring themselves down a peg or two. You’re not superior, you’re not better, and you’re definitely not nice people. I’m lucky that I’ve found a few good people that genuinely care, but the majority of people have simply ignored me, or even told me not to talk to them again, like some kind of jumped up celebrity.

I’m tired of being told I’m not good enough, or that I’m manipulating people, or that my Inquisitor is a Mary Sue, or that my Inquisitor isn’t canon enough because he’s scared of the Breach. I’m tired of being told what I can and can’t do with my own character, because I’m copying someone else’s idea, or my ideas aren’t original enough, or that my headcanons for Ishall are too similar to someone else’s.

I’m tired of the DA fandom and I’ve toyed with the idea of deleting this blog so many times. Check yourselves, fandom. You’re not superior, in anyway. You’re one of the worst fandoms I’ve ever been in, mostly due to your treatment of the ‘little guys’ in the fandom. If someone isn’t an RP blog with thousands of followers, or a well known artist or writer, you don’t want to even know about them.

Fuck you, DA fandom. Fuck you for making me, and hundreds of others, feel inadequate, simply for existing.

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Dorian kept Torohir close for a few more moments, giving him a gentle squeeze before pulling back. He pressed his lips to the other’s cheek gently as he pulled away, his own cheeks heating slightly as he did. “I... may I kiss you properly?”

“Of course I mean it!” Dorian pulled Torohir into his arms, holding him close for a few moments. “You mean so much to me, Torohir. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He closed his eyes and hoped desperately that the other wouldn’t push him away.

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“Details, details.” Dorian grinned at her and leaned against a wall.

“So, dear Seeker, shall we discuss the good and the bad of the book? I, for one, was intrigued by the lead male’s romance prospects.”

“You’re one to talk, Dorian…” she grumbled, yet the tiniest of smirks pulled at the corner of her mouth. 

It’s true she was mostly joking about keeping the novels from him. Cassandra might not admit it, but she really wanted someone to talk to about them. 

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Aveline: I’m wrestling with a problem and there are many factors to take into consideration and I have not yet come up with a solution. Hawke: Can I be of assistance? Aveline: No. Hawke: Would you like to share the problem with me? Aveline: …No. Hawke: Sometimes two heads are better than one. Aveline: Yes, but not when one of them is yours.

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Dorian forced a smile. He buried his face in the Mabari’s fur and took a deep breath, nose wrinkling when he realized what he was smelling. “Where shall I start? Shall I start with my first experiences with the Circles in Tevinter? No, that’s too far back. Maybe I’ll start with my father’s disapproval of my lifestyle. You see, I like men. As in, I only date men, and I only sleep with men. My father... highly disapproved of that. He wanted me to fit into the neat little box he set out for me: marry the girl, have a son, carry on the family legacy. I... could not live that life, and so my father tried to change me. It was... the ritual itself hurt, of course, but knowing that my father didn’t want me as I was hurt more.

“I ran away as soon as I was able to and made my way south. I left my home, my family, my friends.... everything I had ever known. I hoped I would find something worthwhile in the world. And then I heard from my friend Felix, that my former mentor, his father, and so I went to Redcliffe to help if I could. And that is how I met the Inquisitor.”

Yas. Story time. Gladstone rose his big head and placed it firmly upon Dorian’s thighs, his tail reeving back up to the quickly it previously was. He whined excitedly, ready for what tale he would hear. He may… or may not remember it later, but non-mabari sounded so nice when they told story. “Ruff!”

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Dorian smiled a little at the Mabari. He let his hand smooth the fur beneath his hand and turned his eyes back to the large dog. “You seem to know exactly what I’m saying. And you also have a very good way of getting me to want to tell you everything about myself and how I got to be in the Inquisition.” He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his face tiredly with a hand. “Perhaps I could tell you. It isn’t like you can tell all of Skyhold my business.”

Gladstone’s tail wiggled a bit harder and he ruffed, as if in agreement. He was not sure whether or not Dorian meant the Inquisitor, or Friend, but he missed Friend a whole lot. He looked up at Dorian and tilted his head. Who did the man like more— the Inquisitor, or Friend?