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sorry for the absence!

i made a brief post to explain my hiatus, but that was a while ago and i expected to be here sooner, so sorry about that. I made a multimuse blog, and i’m considering moving missne there as i’m certain that would make me a lot more active! I haven’t fully decided on that though, so this is just to let everyone know this muse isn’t abandoned, and if you’re not already following me there you can find me here and here in the meantime!

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sorry for the absence!

i made a brief post to explain my hiatus, but that was a while ago and i expected to be here sooner, so sorry about that. I made a multimuse blog, and i’m considering moving missne there as i’m certain that would make me a lot more active! I haven’t fully decided on that though, so this is just to let everyone know this muse isn’t abandoned, and if you’re not already following me there you can find me here and here in the meantime!

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aureasadrisit:

Maxima chuckles, a short and breathy one before moving long brown hair over her shoulder. She had not thought of what she was saying or that the other might take it seriously. 

   “Maybe I am, who knows?” she leans forward, eyes studying the waters for a few moments before returning to her company “Isn’t this part of the game?” the smile fades for a few moments, she was sure that there were spells to keep her warm, even to allow her to drink underwater but. From knowing them and wanting to use them? It was still a stretch “To be honest, Missne, I am dead afraid of any body of water that is this deep.”

That answer does not comfort them.   As far as Missne knows they haven’t given her any reason to be cross with them  (  except for scaring her a little,  but that was such a harmless prank  )  but they could’ve done something without realizing it.   They’ve never had much to do with witches and wizards,  don’t know their customs.   Or it could just be a trick.  An attempt to scare them.

“ Maybe it is,  who knows? ” they counter her question,  risking finding out if she’s this ‘ wrong one ‘ to prove how very much not scared they are.  “ Everything can be a game if you want it to. “  They blink at her;  they must laugh,  for she’ll never know how wise she is to fear the water,  and she’ll probably never know.  Missne won’t tell her.  “ Afraid?   Of a bit of water? But there’s nothing to be afraid of!  “

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mienhxrel:

ACTIVITY NOTE

This is just to let everyone know I might drop of the surface of the earth for a while because, starting this past week and until summer break I’ll be working on a game project at uni and it will consume all of my time basically. So far it’s been super fun and I love my group & the game but I also am at school from 10 to 18 every day and super tired when I get home. I’ll try to be here on weekends ( tho I probably won’t be tomorrow for reasons ) and I might queue replies when I have time for them to spread them out more evenly. But activity will drop significantly either way and you probs won’t see that much of me. I’ll be here when I can.

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siimplewolf:

“You seem to have a point.” He spoke as his sword was lowered but not yet sheathed, since he didn’t know if this elf would attack him. He nodded at the name that elves had for witchers, being used to being called like that by most of them, if not all elves he’d run into. “Why not you? What separates you from the other elves?” He asked with the tiniest of frowns, clearly noticing something different about this one in front of him. “I kill creatures I’m hired to kill, you are not among those.” Not now at least. “I was told there was supposed to be a fiend around these parts, but I’m guessing you haven’t seen it, or won’t tell me you saw it.”

" ’Course I do.   I always have a point.   If I don’t have a point,  I don’t speak. ”   That was a complete and utter lie,  but what did it matter?   The witcher wouldn’t know.   He didn’t even seem a very GOOD witcher.   Granted,  with their ears hidden beneath their hair there were no tell-tale signs that Missne was something else than aen seidhe...  not to laypeople.   But a witcher?   " You can’t tell?  I would’ve thought that was your job. ”

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theeternalsun:

The priestess did not immediately answer, if anything she had been wondering for the past few minutes what seemed to have been staring at them silently and behind the foliage. She guessed that this one answered that question. The people behind her held their belts under their heavy jackets apprehensively, if the priestess mustered she was sure she could hear them muttering under their breath. Instead, the priestess was simply looking at the other.

   “I imagine that you are not?”

“ Of course not. ”   Had the speaker been alone,  Missne might have been INSULTED by the notion they might have anything in common with humans.   Three strangers were enough to give them pause,  though.   Most things were dangerous in the Forest of the Undying,  each in their own way  ---  and they knew better than to act like that wasn’t so.   “ But you didn’t answer my question.   That seems UNFAIR,  considering I just answered yours. “

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verse: satisfaction brought it back ( dragon age )

Missne is a strange young elf who roams the southern Hinterlands, and who the Inquisitor may meet near Lake Luthias or in the Witchwood and recruit as an agent of the Inquisition. Though secretive of their past and quite the unual character, Missne is not at all averted to helping out and very anxious to see every last Rift closed.

At Skyhold, Missne may be difficult to find. Sometimes they’re in the garden --- unless the Inquisitor turns it into a place of worship --- and sometimes they’ve sought out a hidden spot from whence they can watch without being seen; but with time they become less withdrawn and begin to tolerate, even desire, the company of others. Through the war-table they can be sent  to approach spirits that threaten to be corrupted or need to be sent back through the Veil. They will also be of help at Skyhold itself, especially if the Inquisitor recruited Grand Enchanter Fiona and her mages, for Missne has the ability to sense if a spirit or demon is close to a person, and more important to coax the person out of the demon’s reach.

Whether they are found out by Solas or Cole, or chooses to open up on their own, Missne eventually reveals thay they’re an abomination: they’re possessed by a spirit of Curiosity, and have been for so long that the two are no longer separable. Once they were a Dalish elf, Second to the Keeper, and the spirit came to them in dreams. Curiosity, of course, was curious of the world beyond the Veil --- more so than any other kind of spirit --- and Missne shared that trait; thus by asking and answering each other’s questions they became friends. When Missne strayed too far from their clan and fell into the hands of humans who hunted elves to the death for sport, Curiosity saved their life. Missne, too young to even have recieved their vallaslin, feared returning to the Clan while possessed, and never did. Because Curiosity have caused them to age very slowly, many years have passed since but Missne still looks almost as young as when they ‘died’.

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meme sunday is over but here’s a quick one!

reblog this and tag what your muse smells like, especially to a character with an animal-like sense of smell!

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Instructions for a walk in the woods

Never turn around to check behind you. You’ll see nothing, but once you start doing it you won’t be able to stop, and an ominous feeling will follow you until you don’t lock your house’s door behind you. 

If you stand very still and listen you will hear the woods calling for you. Don’t answer. Never answer. 

You’ll hear things quietly following you, hidden in the trees by your sides. It’s okay, they’re just checking on you. 

Don’t be scared, but be really, really wary.

If you have a bad feeling about taking a certain path, don’t. You’ll avoid whatever is waiting for you at the end of it. 

You never know what may be buried under the soil you’re walking on. Remember that every time you take a step. Pray that whatever it is, it won’t wake up. 

Be careful not to step on any beetle, or you’ll never get rid of them. 

If you bring a knife with you, name it. Otherwise the blade will turn against you as soon as you try to use it. 

Make sure you remember the way back home. As soon as you get lost, you’re just another piece of fresh meat.

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mienhxrel:

ACTIVITY NOTE

This is just to let everyone know I might drop of the surface of the earth for a while because, starting this past week and until summer break I’ll be working on a game project at uni and it will consume all of my time basically. So far it’s been super fun and I love my group & the game but I also am at school from 10 to 18 every day and super tired when I get home. I’ll try to be here on weekends ( tho I probably won’t be tomorrow for reasons ) and I might queue replies when I have time for them to spread them out more evenly. But activity will drop significantly either way and you probs won’t see that much of me. I’ll be here when I can.

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To all writer pals

Don’t get discouraged if sometimes the ideas in your mind don’t come out the way you want them to. You’re doing great, bud, and it’s pretty fabulous how you paint pictures with your words, even if your mountains look a little more like hills! Keep on going, you’re doing great my dude.

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verse: n’te shaent a’minne - the witcher ( expanded )

Nikwi (Elder Speech; local Common variations are Nixe, Näck, Näkki, Nicor, Nokken or, rarely, pond-elf) are a rare species of human-like creatures, usually small in stature, known to dwell in pools, streams or bogs. Though relatively unknown the nikwi have a bad reputation, for they occasionally lure unwary wanderers into their lairs to drown them --- however most nikwi are not aggressive, and when they kill it is usually to defend their territory. They have been known to let people go upon persuasion, and are as perceptible to personal charm as they are themselves charming. To kill, set a trap or use yrden to keep them in place; the nikwi are more likely to flee than engage in combat, as they are physically weak and have few magical abilities to speak of. Any type of sword or crossbow-bolt should suffice.

( Despite the similarities of some local names the nikwi should not be confused with nekkers, nor are they at all related to the Aen Seidhe. They should not be mistaken for rusalkas. )

This part follows the main verse where possible, but is not set in the Forest of the Undying. It could take place anywhere in the Northern Realms. I’ve played the second & third game and just (!!!) started reading the Lady of the Lake, so any timeline is fine as I’m familiar with most of them.

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My whole being is a dark chant–

Forugh Farrokhzad, ‘Another Birth’ (via firmamente)

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crownviper:

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“I’m not one for games.” His hand lingered in the surface of the lake, its calm disturbed by the tremors of his body. He was not scared; it was all the fault of his still-violent pulse. Oh, how mad it’d been to attack him in these damned woods, but despite a rough beginning, it proved to be a lesson those whoresons would not soon forget. Couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Washing his own blood off his arm, however, Roche had to wonder if whoever amidst these trees agreed. “I suggest you find someone else to play with,” he cautiously warned.

Who had said anything about games?   Oh,  it was a guess as good as any,  when one dealt with creatures such as Missne  ---  but only if one  k n e w  what kind of creature Missne was.   And soldiers never did.   Soldiers couldn’t tell a grave hag from a nightwraith if they so stood right in front of both.   Missne was far rarer a  m o n s t e r  than that.

“ I suggest you find another lake to wash in. ”   Their voice was low,  a warning if not a threat.   Though,  truly,  they had little to put up against an armed man.   “ It doesn’t want your blood in it. ”

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Jolly Sailor Bold, from pirates of the Caribbean 

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aureasadrisit:

   “So it’s a game now is it? It must be nice to never be cold.” Maxima hums with a smile and dark eyes studying the creature. Her hands are tightly put onto the side of her body, holding herself against the stones until her knuckles started to grow white. Her body turns slightly to show the other the black badger on her robes “Hufflepuff, you know, the ones that tend to be the butt of all joke until someone messes with the wrong one.”

“ Oh,  it’s nice. ”   Missne brushes a tendril of wet hair from their eyes,  looking at her from underneath it.   “ But you’re a wizard.   Don’t you have SPELLS to keep yourself warm?   Maybe you just haven’t learnt it yet. ”   This is a school,  after all,  and Missne is well aware what a school is for.   She does look a bit cold,  though.   Or nervous.   They can’t quite tell which.

“ I didn’t know that. ”   An uncertain frown forms on Missne’s brow at her last words.   Was that a THREAT?   “ Who’s the wrong one? ”