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   " A MAGE, ON THE OTHER HAND,                                 IS FIRE MADE FLESH————-                                                               AND A DEMON ASLEEP. “

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The Dalish and Transgender Identities

So, because my Lavellan!Inquisitor is a transwoman, I’ve had a lot of time and motivation to consider Dalish attitudes towards trans folk. My conclusion: in general, they’re pretty fuckin’ cool with it! here’s why:

1) Being nomadic and an oppressed minority, clans are pretty dependent on the skills and effort of each and every one of their members. Therefore, so long as you do solid work and contribute to the well-being of the clan, people don’t really care how you express yourself.

2) From what we see in the games and books, clans are usually pretty small, unlikely to have more than 50 or so members, maybe 100 tops (the clan you meet in Inquisition only has 8, counting the younger one who gets himself killed before you show up.) As a general rule, it’s harder to be bigoted against a demographic when someone you know intimately is in it. And when you spend your life around more or less the same 50 people, and have as little private space as the Dalish have? lemme tell ya, you know those people pretty intimately.

3) This is entirely my own headcanon, but I think the Dalish would hold trans people as sacred to Dirthamen, god of secrets and knowledge. If you ask a Dalish elf, gender non-conforming elves are the way they are because Dirthamen blessed them with a great secret hidden deep within their souls, a truth regarding the nature of the self. Beliefs hold that if you allow such a person to express themselves and flourish, they may come to know certain aspects of the secret, and can pass that knowledge on to their clan. The Dalish, valuing ancient knowledge highly, take this very seriously. To this end, gender non-conforming elves among the Dalish are referred to as “dirthenansal,” which directly translates as “gift or blessing of Dirthamen.” This is often shortened to “denan.”

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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“In…. A manner of speaking, I suppose I am being threatened, yes.” She quietly laughed to herself. “Creators, you remind me of Elindra, always concerned for everyone and everything.” The first lead them to a less populated area of the fortress, someone listening in and spreading rumours is something she’d rather avoid, for obvious reasons.

“My teammates and I were sent by your Commander to secure an ancient elvhen ruin from a plague of demons. It went smoothly, as stated in my report, save for a detail I left out. We became separated during the attack, and not wanting to bring unneeded attention to myself, I set off exploring. During my adventure, I came upon an inscribed amulet.” She paused to fiddle with a pouch on her jacket, procured one such amulet clad in gold.

“I’ve no doubt it is of the people, only recently have I regretted bringing it with me. These… Demons I mentioned, I fear one has taken a liking to me. I passed the amulet to different hands for a week, and yet the occurrences continue. Terrifying dreams, warnings in my sleep, misfortunes in day-to-day life that otherwise could be explained. I’m worried, lethallin.” It clearly took a lot for her to say that, amulet quickly put back in its place with a frown upon her face.

“Nothing of the old magic is helping me in any way.”

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“Atheara, a beautiful name.” The First returned the smile, a hand tapped on her leg. She was glad they’d met one another, it was always pleasing to have another Dalish around, especially from a different clan. It’d be easy to slip into their differing stories and memories.

With the comment, Neria’s nose scrunched up. “A shame. It’s only four syllables, you’d think people would be able to manage that.” She shrugged once.

Blue eyes dart about their surroundings, a flick of her ear picking up some subtle noise, which she ignored. "What brings you to the Inquisition at a time like this? You hardly seem the type to be here for personal gain."

Frost smiled at the other Dalish. Neria as she was called. There were not many Dalish within the inquisition and Frost felt more comfortable around her. Not that she shared the general dislike of humans as many of their people did. But she was more weary and did not judge humans all the same. She had met many kinda humans in her travels and as well as….unsavory individuals.

“please Neria, call me Atheara. That is my true name.” Frost was name she gave herself during her time away from her clan after she found out that most humans could not pronounce it correctly and would often call her different names. It was also nice to speak with Neria for they could share what they have learned as they certainly did not have to wait for an Arlathvhen.

“Frost was something I used when one did not have the tongue pronounce it.”  

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Starter for @quicckarrxws

Without even being inside the building for more than a minute, she already regretted agreeing to come along. The air smelled of ale and... Something she couldn't quite place. Abandoning her companions rather easily, she slips into an unoccupied table in a far corner, opens her satchel and fetching a piece of jerky.

The trio seemed to get along just fine with the lack of her presence, she was content watching, needed a few moments to herself. A flick of her free hand and a muttered phrase, she creates a small ball of light, enough for her to pull out a book and begin reading. Teaching herself written elvish was proving to not be as easy as she'd been hoping, yet she would see it through.

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“A shem..” The elf makes a hand motion over the other woman, face laced with confusion. “You humans. Shemlen, the quick children.” Her hands fist on her hips while she looks her over head to toe. “Lowlander? I’ve never heard of the term, explain.”

Neria scrunches her nose once more, eyes trained to eyes. It'd likely be easier to simply walk away from the whole affair, but her curiosity got the better of her, something she could meet quite get under control.

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She motions for him to follow, turns on her heel and heads out the door. "It involves the last mission I was assigned to. Not.. Not everything went as planned," she shook her head. "I've made a foolish mistake, and you are the one I'm seeking advice from."

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Reblog this if your muse is a lesbian.

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Starter for @cfthemountains

She’s different. It’s the only thing that comes to mind as she bites into her apple, leaning against a tree. Neria watches her tending the horses, another bite. They’ve crossed paths several times, but haven’t had a reason to talk. She’d sooner die than admit it, but she was curious. An annoyed hum leaves her while she swallows, then takes off another piece, chews. If she were anything at all, she was determined.

With the apple finished and (improperly) disposed of, the elf heads to the stables, wary of the horses. She’d take a halla over one any day. Bare feet pat against the gravel, and she stops not too far from the other woman. “Shems are shems, but not you.” She scrunches her nose for a moment. “I just can’t place it.”

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Starter for @dalish-black-sheep

“Inquisitor?” Immediately she chastises herself. He was one of them, there was no harm in being lenient. “Lethallin,” she begins again, “a word, if you’re available.”

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Starter call.

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Starter call.

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Another 100 Random RP Starters

- does include some swearing; feel free to edit when sending in an ask to fit character’s speech

“No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare try to pin the blame on me.”

“Did you even bother to think about the consequences?”

“Listen here you useless paperclip!”

“Meerkats are murderous little bastards.”

“For the record, I hate everything.”

“Do you even remember me?”

“Did you know the guy who wrote Sherlock Holmes may have killed a man?”

“I’m going to join NASA and fling myself into the sun.”

“I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

“Please don’t. Just… don’t.”

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“Are all shems like this?”