freewillds

[freewillds]

Gemstone Headcanons

Another set of questions aligned to gemstones to help develop characters! Send in some gemstones to learn more about the muse(s)!

Agate: What or who will your muse protect with their life?

Amazonite: How do they go about comforting or calming down others? Are they good at it?

Amethyst: Do they have a good intuition? If so, do they typically heed it or not?

Apatite: Do they find it easy to communicate with new people, or do they avoid it as much as possible?

Aquamarine: How insightful are they?

Aventurine: Are they the opportunistic sort, or do they typically let chances slip by?

Blue Topaz: Are they the courageous sort? Do they find they can overcome obstacles in their way with relative ease?

Cat’s Eye: What sorts of things soothes them when they’re worked up?

Chalcedony: How do they consider their allies in regards to themself? Do they reach out to them, or do they typically keep to themself?

Citrine: How open are they to new ideas or cultures?

Diamond: Do they find themselves getting sick often or do they have a relatively strong immune system?

Diopside: Are they a creative person in any way? How so?

Emerald: Do they suffer from any sort of mental illness?

Fluorite: Are they able to concentrate easily no matter where they are, or do they need a quiet space with little distracts?

Garnet: What are they most passionate about and who are they most devoted to?

Iolite: Are they financially responsible or do they tend to blow their money as soon as they have it?

Jade: What are their opinions on luck? Do they believe in it?

Jasper: What do they typically do to relax?

Kyanite: What is their temper like?

Lapis Lazuli: How aware are they of others and of their surroundings?

Moonstone: What inspires them? Why?

Onyx: How do they handle hostility from others, whether verbally or physically?

Opal: Are they the emotional sort?

Peridot: Are they open to new growth and change in any way, or are they resistant to it?

Prehnite: Do they find it easy to recall their dreams or do they hardly remember them?

Rose Quartz: Do they typically hold grudges? Are they the type to compromise as best they can during a conflict?

Ruby: Do they typically keep their heart on their sleeve?

Rutile Quartz: Do they have a habit of looking for the source of a problem? Are they the type to attempt to solve it if they’re able, or do they try to avoid it?

Sapphire: What makes them happiest? Is there a reason why?

Smoky Quartz: How is their physical endurance? Are they the active sort of person or not?

Spinel: Are they a worry-wort or are they carefree?

Tanzanite: Do they heal quickly or do bruises and cuts tend to heal slowly?

Tiger’s Eye: Are they self-confident or wracked with doubt?

Topaz: Are they the type to cheer on others or do they prefer to be center stage?

Tourmaline: Are they the understanding sort or do they have trouble connecting with others?

Turquoise: Do they strive for success or do they typically prefer to go with the flow?

Zircon: How wise are they?

[freewillds]

SWIFT FEET TAKE HER INTO THE SAFETY OF HER AUNT'S ARMS, quietly cringing at the thought of her nice robes falling victim to the dust of the road but sinking into the comfort all the same. She misses this, on the road; every love of her heart spread amongst the roads and wilds of Tal'dorei, her pilgrimage to visit journeyed out of hope and joy. (Mother, always ready with a portal to the warm wood and rustling leaves of the Sun Tree, but they need to be able to make the journey themselves, commit the path to memory till they can walk it blindfolded.)

"But I always find my way back." Whitestone is as much stamped on her heart as Zephrah, childhood split between the two in equal measure. Steady steps match pace where smaller feet had once toddled after, taking in the bustle and joy of the city. (She'd used to pretend, when she was smaller, that it was a different dark-haired figured she followed, that some day a head would turn and her father face's would finally stare back.)

"Oh, you know, the odd job here and there where I'm needed, nothing world ending." A quiet part of her isn't sure whether that's a disappointment or a relief - her parent's footsteps are hard enough to walk in without great catastrophies and mass body counts heralding a coming doom.

𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 , the perfect mixture of mother and father. how bittersweet , an arrow to the heart. all the what ifs , the could have beens. there is no denial in the guilt that rests upon vex'ahlia shoulders , each time eyes are upon @freewillds. if things had been different that day , she would have a father. he would be here , their family would be whole. arms wrap around the younger the moment vex'ahlia sees her , perhaps a little too tight. ❛ you've been gone for too long. ❜ whitestone was alive with the sound of her own children , but when the twins visited ? something about it felt more like home than ever before. reluctantly does she let go of elaina , gaze still lingering upon her. scanning her for any differences , any changes from their last time together. a fear that clutches her , as though she might slip away too.

❛ let's get you fed , some fresh clothes. i'm sure you're starving. ❜ vex'ahlia gives no chance for an answer , taking the hand of niece. ❛ i want to hear everything about where you've been. ❜

[freewillds]

I LOVE BEING A WOLF!!!! AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEA WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!

[freewillds]

once i pin down elaina's involvement in exandria its Over for the dash

[freewillds]

FOR ALL THEIR CHILDHOOD UNDER THE MOUNTAIN, Tirnel has always loved the open sky, the sun's rays painting a myriad of colours, the stars their mother had lovingly named her for, glittering with a distant light. (The calls of freedom on the wind, whispers of paths yet traveled.)

"Company has never deterred them before." Some minds could never be changed, no matter how hard they tried, there would always be those who despised them for nothing more than Nana's blood in their veins, the influence it held on their features, their upbringing. (Forgetting that adad was taller than the average dwarf already, with a sparser beard to show for it.)

"Besides, they do not get to take this from me." They may grumble and complain of her scalings inside the mountain proper but what she does outside is only for adad and nana to complain of, or, she supposes, the longsuffering guards they trust to protect her. (If they can catch her.)

@freewillds / tirnel

he moves swiftly through the halls without real purpose, taking random turns whenever someone crosses his path. a few send odd glances his way and though he suspects his movements will be reported back to the king under the mountain, tínu carries on without looking back, no doubt a scandal brewing about the elf whelps wandering about unescorted. even now, all these years on, there is still a vile chatter under someone’s breath about the presence of the eldar in erebor. he finds a door and shoves it, stopping short as he finds himself on a ledge, overlooking the gates and the city at the foot of the mountain.

dale is a beautiful sight from so high. with the sun hugging the horizon, its corridors are alight with gold and crimson, the stone true and sturdy, despite the still obvious signs of destruction wrought all those many years ago. (and a quieter, crueler thought: it is not the greenwood nor the starlight nor the river and stream which beckons his heart with every passing day. he intends to leave. he has not told her yet.)

“you shouldn’t be out here alone, sister,” he says softly to the figure he finds overlooking the view.

[freewillds]

And Vistilius? I want him dead. And I won't wait.

[freewillds]

SOME DAYS SHE WONDERS WHAT THEIR LIFE WOULD BE LIKE IF FATHER WAS HERE. Would the pressure on their shoulders ease, with him to lighten the load? To guide and raise them like he had fought for? Or would it feel all that heavier, with another living legend to live up to? (To disappoint.)

"I know. But i'll always be here to pull you out of it. I promise." Elaina would go kicking and screaming into their father's embrace before she abandoned her sister. (Had already made it clear that an Aramente would not be in her future.)

vilya has always struggled with self-worth, crushed under the weight of being the spitting image of her father. she would give anything to have him back, to have her mother look at her again without that look in her eyes. elaina is the only person who understands. " i'm sorry, you know how i get caught up in my own head sometimes ... "

[freewillds]

Nimue | 1x02

[freewillds]

POSITIVITY TIME ! drop a ✦ in my inbox and i'll tell you at least one thing i like about your writing, portrayal, headcanons, world building, blog aesthetics, whatever it is i like about your blog, writing, & portrayal!! if you can't see the symbol, send 'star'!

[freewillds]

@chcngenation

But it was Dinlaselan that looked awful. In the Denerim Alienage, Juniper Tabris is dabbing an alcohol dipped cloth over the other elf's wounds, tutting and scolding over the other 'getting caught' and 'needing to learn to take a beating better.' "I don't want to see the other guy." She's practically standing on her feet, shaking her head. "Fighting shems causes trouble, and trouble comes back to the others."

SHE GRINS, BLOODY AND BRIGHT. Even with Juniper's scolding, she can't help but preen, blood still pumping loud in her ears. Shianni would be upset at the blood staining her tunic, again, but Dinlaselan barely has the thought to care. (It is never easy, to be Elven amongst Humans; but Denerim Alienage has always been more rebellious than most.)

"That's why I like to stand out, Juni. If they know to look for me then they leave the others be." Or learned to stay as clear as possible if they dared try it. She stares at bloody knuckles as they're bandaged, eyes idly catching on the impression of a tooth. "If you'd heard what they were saying, you would've done exactly the same."

[freewillds]

i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me

[freewillds]

@blyghthound

FIRST MEETING STARTERS ( tentatively accepting ) “We’ve met,” Sylvie side-stepped to let a rushing Veil Jumper pass by, the sound of rattling clinks drawing her attention to the crate in their grasp. Linen rolls, jars of crushed herbs, and bulbous bottles with a clear liquid sloshing within. Medical supplies. The patrol they’d met in a blighted corner of the woods must have made it back safely. Good. She turned back, easily falling in step with the younger elf. “A few times, I think.” It had been more than a few times, and although brief, Sylvie remembered it well. At Weisshaupt, faces came and went. Some faded with long memory, but there were many that stuck — etched into the far corners of her mind. The young ones were always the sharpest.  Sylvie’s eyes softened for a moment, just barely perceptive. How many blades had she put in the hands of children? The young ones that fell for the Wardens’ cause. For people like them, to age was a luxury the Blight afforded few.  She was glad Jehanne had made it. « You’re Antoine’s sister, yes? He was one of my first friends at Weisshaupt, back when my Trade was shit. » Sylvie added with a subtle grin, crooked by the scars that crossed her lips. She slipped into her native tongue effortlessly, quick and familiar. « It’s Sylvie. Hallan. That ring a bell? »

NOW THE THREADS START COMING TOGETHER. There are fuzzy memories from her days as a Warden Recruit, washed out in a haze by the passing of time and pure carnage caused by Corypheus' and those cruel enough to join him. (She had HATED the Venatori's influence amongst the Warden's, using their fears against them and terrorising those they deemed as lesser.)

"Ah! I remember. You were kind to me, in the Approach." Bambi had, reluctantly, left her amongst the Orlesian Wardens while dealing with the fallout of the destruction of the Temple of Sacred Ashes, following the trail of the Wardens who had abandoned their posts after encountering Corypheus and died in the blast. (And had promplty regretted it upon finding her little recruit a fully-fledged Warden and almost blood sacrifice in the wake of Adamant.)

"That I do not doubt, he is a very good judge of character." It takes her a moment to slip into Orlesian, so used to Trade and the Elvhen she had picked up in Arlathan, growing stronger the longer she allowed herself to settle in. "He spoke highly of you, last we spoke."

[freewillds]

TIPS FOR INTERACTING WITH MULTI-MUSE BLOGS:

it's okay to just write with one or two muses! especially when there are a lot of muses, it can be overwhelming. pick one or two that you and your writing partner will focus on developing more. these will be your Main Guys. it doesn't mean you'll ignore everyone else, but it will help give some focus. nobody is expecting you to write with every single muse on a multi

send in headcanon question asks for characters that you are not writing/plotting with as well. pick a character that the mun writes frequently, or one that you know NOTHING about and send in random questions for headcanon memes when they come up. they don't have to be characters that you want to/plan on writing with, but branch out and give the mun a chance to write about their less-loved muses

give options. if you haven't plotted yet or aren't sure who you want to write with, or just can't decide, list a few possible character options that you may want a meme or starter to be for. meet your writing partner halfway

utilize your drafts as a bookmark. see a memes list on your dash but don't have the time/energy to pick different muses to send prompts for? save the memes to your drafts and come back to it in a few hours or days when you have more spoons

be open to learning! multi-muses give the chance to discover all new characters and dynamics that you might not otherwise consider or know about. learning about new muses is one of the best things about the rpc and shifting your attitude to just be not only open to, but also excited about, learning about your friends' creations can make the rpc a much more fun place

remember that multis overall get less attention. so put in extra effort interacting with their posts so that they know they're loved just as much as solo blogs!

multi-muses have and always will be a staple part of the rpc and it's past time that we start focusing on them as we should. yes it can be difficult and overwhelming at times, but it's also worth the effort to interact and to learn about the muses featured on multi-muses. don't ignore our friends in the rpc just because you have to spend a few extra words to specify a muse.

[freewillds]

liserne da verses drop!

ORIGINS.

The only daughter of her Clan's Keeper, Liserne was expected to follow in her mother's footsteps, to learn their histories at her feet and, one day, pass them on when her mother no longer lived. But everything changed after an unfortunate encounter with rogue darkspawn as a child. The taint was stalled by her mother's magic but all knew what her fate would be - the girl was marked as a grey Warden.

Despite the Order’s Rite of Conscription, it was decided the girl was yet too young to join their ranks, Francesca all but spitting in rage at the thought of losing her only child so soon after her brush with death, but would spend parts of the year at Ostagar, learning what would be expected of her when she was deemed old enough.

Soon enough, the stirrings of a blight in the dark became too great to ignore and the young Dalish elf was called to Ostagar, where the host of King Cailian had gathered to push the beasts back.

INQUISITION.

There are many whispers and warnings throughout the Dalish clans of children missing in the night, taken by Fen'harel, the Dread wolf himself or other similar horrors. Liserne's clan is party to one such example, though the young elf would only find out later in life, for she was the very child stolen.

Francesca Findabair was a fierce Keeper and Mage but had often struggled when she found herself with child, no Dalish remedy strong enough to keep the seed planted nor bring the babe to term. She'd heard tales of a witch woman in the woods, a healer of sorts who often conversed with Spirits more than her fellow man, and sought out her aid for her most recent pregnancy.

(A choice she would soon come to regret.)

The witch woman did indeed help the child come to term but with the aid of foul magics and consorting with demons. Not even a day later, the babe was stolen under her Clan's nose, spirited into the night by the woman, seemingly never to be seen again.

The girl, now know as Enid, (a cruel reference to her mother's nickname), was raised in the witch woman's hut unaware of her true origins. Taught by her new mother in the healing arts, though some tasks ran crueler than others, designed more to hurt than to heal, she grew up a happy child to those who who visited their home.(Though none from her clan ever returned to the hut, the witch's magic seemingly obscuring it from view or bluring the memory of it's location.)

[freewillds]

sorry for the dogshit activity lately, i've been sucked into a jehanne run of inquisition and putting her through the horrors

[freewillds]

[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you