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Hi all! I'm going to be making a mumu, which Hawke AND Aurelio will be a part of. I will be making them multiple verses, including modern, and my mumu will be multi fandom.. bc this fandom is poison.

Abusive muns? Sexism? Racism? Treating female / nb muses inferior to men? Muns who legit talk to other muns like shit? Using nicknames for marginalised groups, who suffer and die every day, as cute quirky things to call your character? Refusing to ship with women and force shipping with male muses? I could go on. No thank you. I want away from the nefarious body of this RPC. I am changing my alias, will be making a new discord, and will not be promoting my new blog here.

I will be messaging certain mutuals w my new info tho to carry on threads with Aurelio AND Hawke, but if I do not share with you and you see my blog in future? Please leave me alone. Dont ask me why, I'm not here to hold your hand and wave a magic wand and unveil all the shitty things people do for them. Reassess yourself. Take responsibility for yourself. Do better. This RPC is a horrorshow, and I ain't buying no more fuckin' tickets.

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Biblioteca do Palácio de Mafra // Library of Mafra’s National Palace

Finally got to see this beauty in person. Kind of bitter I couldn’t just reach out and open some of the books. The binding is so beautiful.  

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@fadedancer​ said: [ possessive ] + [ calm ] 👀   for nonsexual acts of intimacy !!   ( 

Aurelios leg jumps about beneath the table, hands clasped together and shoved inbetween his thighs.   His notorious ( and mostly, unwarranted ) disdain for Orlesians was showing, but honestly, this time ??      He had reason to be on edge. 

They were attending a council meeting: the Inquisitor, various companions, the ambassadors -- to humour meetings with various nobility who claimed to want to help the Inquisition.  Aurelio couldn’t stand it, he was sure Fenris couldn’t either, but the Inquisitor wasn’t the focus of these particular nobles ire, today, it seemed. Nor their jests. 

Jokes had flown already about having a ‘pet’ Divine.   Aurelio had bit down on his lip so violently that it had split.  More followed, similar themes.    The usual. Josie had pulled him aside and asked him very politely not to attack any of their guests, today, and that she needed him to be on his ‘best behaviour.’    Occasionally, she threw him sorrowful glances across the table. They were full of unspoken apologies. 

He holds it all in.  Endures the comments about his heritage, his family, his country, his relationship with his father, but now comes one he apparently cannot withstand. “Must be convenient, having the Black Divine in your bed --- oh !! I meant, pocket.’’ 

Aurelios hand closes around the dagger, strapped to his thigh, and as it does ---almost as soon as it does --- Fenris clamps his own hand over the top of them both.   Lios breathing is quick, and his expression fierce, and the laughter soon stops.      Josephine is quick to direct attention to her, and segues the conversation in her favour again, as she so often expertly does.  

‘ Just breathe, ‘ he hears, and he is breathing, he is trying to slow it down.   Rage blooms as heat in his cheeks, and the darkness that yawns out all around him seems similarly hot, in this moment.      ❝  If they insult you again I will kill them. ❞ Is all he manages, counting in his head, doing everything he can think of to at least try ... not to seethe.       ❝  No ... that sounds dispassionate of me ... if they insult you again, ever, I am serious as the plague: I’ll actually fucking kill them. ❞

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@ofrevas​ said:   ❝  have some more wine.  ❞

THE DIVINE SITS BUNDLED,     chin peeking out barely from his winding collection of scarves.    Festivities .. in this freezing weather .. and all of this dreadful singing, he just couldn’t bare it.  

❝ From those quavering voices and missed pitches you’d be reasonable to assume the dawn wasn’t the only thing coming.  Sounded like some sort of warped ... chantry ... orgy. ❞      & he tuts at his inability to find a nicer-sounding word than orgy.  He is tired.  And cold.    Alanari offers him the wine, and he perks up. 

 Glances towards them, with earnest thanks.    Takes the wine.    Holds it to his chest, almost like he’s afraid they might take it away from him again.      ❝  Kind of you.  Not trying to butter me up, are you?  I’ve barely arrived .. you could at least give me a moment to settle. Recover, from that assault upon the ears.  They are dreadfully sensitive, you know. ❞

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avcxis​

Friends. She never would have thought it possible to find something so genuine among the vipers of the magisterium. So much of it reminded her of her culture at home in Orlais and yet the customs were so different. Aurelio had been the greatest help and even at his insistence Avexis clung to some kind of formality.  Still, she forces herself to respect his wishes and gazes upon the divine’s face as she spoke. As fruitless an accomplishment as it were. ❝ If you have matters to attend then I beg to be of some assistance. ❞

The book is heavy in her lap and Avexis frets over the cover for only a moment. It is a privilege to have access to such a library as his and there was no telling how much the old tomes could be worth. Heat rises to her cheeks but Avexis doesn’t falter, a smile in her voice at the summary.  ❝ It is a history of the evolution of the languages in the imperium, how the dialects changed and influenced the cultures around them— and such. ❞

A smile seeps into his features.              ❝ Never beg. ❞               Comes his voice, and it is shrouded in a sort of .. knowing.       ❝  Live on your feet, dear one, not your knees. I’m afraid, you are unable to help in most of them: arguing with the Senate is a task that threatens ones very life, most times..  I think we’ll have you refrain from such a task, in light of that. ❞

His eyebrows perk up when she mentions that.  Somewhere, the side of him that once was Zazikiel finds itself interested, and even excited, at the mention of anything ancient imperium.  Like when you hear the name of an old friend, in casual conversation between strangers.         ❝ Wise.  Language is the heart of a culture, many say..  Are you finding it to be a worthy topic of research? ❞

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Hi all! I'm going to be making a mumu, which Hawke AND Aurelio will be a part of. I will be making them multiple verses, including modern, and my mumu will be multi fandom.. bc this fandom is poison.

Abusive muns? Sexism? Racism? Treating female / nb muses inferior to men? Muns who legit talk to other muns like shit? Using nicknames for marginalised groups, who suffer and die every day, as cute quirky things to call your character? Refusing to ship with women and force shipping with male muses? I could go on. No thank you. I want away from the nefarious body of this RPC. I am changing my alias, will be making a new discord, and will not be promoting my new blog here.

I will be messaging certain mutuals w my new info tho to carry on threads with Aurelio AND Hawke, but if I do not share with you and you see my blog in future? Please leave me alone. Dont ask me why, I'm not here to hold your hand and wave a magic wand and unveil all the shitty things people do for them. Reassess yourself. Take responsibility for yourself. Do better. This RPC is a horrorshow, and I ain't buying no more fuckin' tickets.

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pyrowitched‌

               𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘   𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐀𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒, practically drawn to everything that moved and there was a lot of movement in a room that she had rather preferred to be private. with some stiffness in her demeanor rooted from her sense of being OUT OF PLACE in what seems to be a busy situation, the assassin stands in the corner with arms folded across her chest out of habit. ❛  apologies, i can see you’re quite busy, but i wouldn’t have come if my business was not indeed urgent.  ❜  she speaks,  𝙰𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂. the divine they were protecting WAS NOT her target tonight.

                in her experience,  𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂  unless one wished for another war, and that was not in her best interests. ❛  there is someone that i am searching for… a certain name who’s face can be found here, as i’ve been told.  ❜  picking at her fingernails as she speaks, unable to keep herself still, it seems. ❛  i don’t mean to cause you trouble, but there is something i need from this man. simply a conversation if all goes well.  ❜  and she always finishes a contract.

It’s almost like the Spire itself breathes, as he does, and the staff in the room grind to a halt.  Aurelio shifts his entire attention to the newcomer.    ❝  Oh .. how fun.. somehow, I feel you’re hungry for more than just a conversation, my dear. If the name you say pleases me, I will be glad to help you.  Maybe I’ll even let you live.   ❞    & he winks, playfully, but something about the way his servants titter amongst one another gives it a .. worrisome edge.

  ❝   Do tell.   Would you like a drink ??  Have you eaten well enough today ??   We’ve whatever you need should you need it.  You are a guest.   ❞           & The Divine sweeps some hair delicately back behind his shoulder, every movement calm and pre-meditated, smooth and easy.                                                                                                                       ❝ For now. ❞

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@theredconqueror​

PETULANT, ALMOST ANGRY:           ❝  what?  ❞       he snips, whipping around like an arrow shot from a quiver, firm scowl settling upon his divine features.   Hands settle atop his broad hips.      ❝ Forgive my impatience, or do not, I care little: just understand that --- ❞   & he stops, mid-rant. 

Bizarre.  Sometimes, many who know him wonder if even death could stop him talking.    There is a beat of silence..  Aurelios sartorial kisses the ground, sways in the wind, the jewels that line it sing as it does.                                                                                      ❝  Hm. What are you?  ❞

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the inquisitor going to their advisors:  um…….. so don’t get mad or anything but ……  i have like a surprise for you ……..   …… don’t get mad …… its ……. uhhhhhhhhh the literal black divine standing behind them in the doorway: 

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@rivainicharm​

𝙎𝙪𝙣, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙏𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨...      twirling his dagger into the wood of the balcony railing.    It splinters and spits chips as he does.    Aurelio has risen for the day; he places the time perhaps to be around midday --- & immediately, something is off.   His usual morning grooming is postponed.      Guards had been sent out, instead, to scour their Spire and find one very specific person. 

The door swings open and back shut again, and before anyone else can speak he addresses the person in question:                                                                       ❝   would you like to explain to us how you came to find yourself in our home, my dear?   ❞               & his head cranes in his direction.  Only a mite.     Some of the staff in the room begin to murmur amongst themselves.           ❝   Dreadful suspicious of you to just appear, you understand;  for your sake .. I hope you’ve a reasonable explanation.  ❞        After that, he spins fully and enthusiastically to face the doorway, hauling his hefty hair behind him with one hand, grinning and gleeful.          ❝ I can’t wait to hear it !! ❞

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@pcrseverance​ said: "you have a very different definition of fun"

Aurelio scoffs.   ❝ Violence is a thrill, but I am unsure about whether or not I would call it fun, per se.. more, an itch to be scratched. A need to be satisfied. I find many other .. more mundane .. things rather fun, sometimes. Like conversing with mortals !! ❞      & he smiles, cocks his head, smug.        ❝ What is your definition of fun? I’ll wager it isn’t mindless sex: you seem far too gloomy for that to be the case, my dear. ❞

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@lionheartcd​

Aurelio seems disgruntled at her presence, even moreso her insistence on talking to him.  Something about her unsettles her.   In his bones he feels disquiet, almost like he knows her from somewhere .. and not for good reason.

  ❝ What? ❞     He huffs, finally, giving up on trying to avoid the Warden hero.    ❝ You must surely have something dreadfully important to say, I feel I’m encountering you more than I ever encountered my own father at this point.  ❞

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*puts my lips incredibly close to the mic*  HELLO! FEMALE MUSES ARE VALID AND DESERVE MORE ATTENTION AND LOVE FROM RPC, ESPECIALLY THE DARP.  IT IS NOT COOL TO EXCLUDE / TREAT FEMALE MUSES, AND NB MUSES IN FACT, DIFFERENTLY THAN MALE MUSES. TUNGLE IS NOT YOUR M / M FANTASY WEBSITE. WRITERS ON HERE ARE REAL PEOPLE WITH REAL FEELINGS AND TALENTS AND LIVES, AND MAKING THEM FEEL INFERIOR JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR MUSES GENDER BY EXCLUDING/IGNORING/OVERLOOKING AND THEREFORE INVALIDATING THEM IS SELFISH, NARCISSISTIC AND OUTRAGEOUSLY OUT OF ORDER OF YOU IF YOU DO.

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thisforgottenlore​

This had been the best day of his damn life. Terrifying in every aspect of the world and leaving him with a deeper agreement that Tamma had been right in saying these species could never be saved but awesome. They’d kicked Tevinter ass! And Dragon ass! With a Dragon!

A Dragon. 

Taarisdath-an halsaam. 

Shit if Arishok could see him now. Every part of him is singing, pounding in his ears, tips of his horns tingling! It’s both hottest and most exhausting exhilaration he’ll never be able to recreate and he’s revelling in it. Taking hard breaths, hip against his maul as he waves off Krem’s concern. It’s intense, heavy on his senses, he’s caked in blood and dirt and other variables he’s better not checking on if Dorian’s sound of horrified disapproval is anything to go by. But it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t care, they won. 

Anaan! They could find Hissra again. Rebuild.

With the inquisition, with allies and family, with-

Shit. It’s a moment of heavy footing that had him spinning about, eye cloudy where it’s usually clear. Heads counted, they’re one short. They’re all short but this one is hard to miss with the drama and air of entitlement that sits well on him. He hadn’t seen him since the red fight, so many faces lost both down below and in the corpses. Arrows shot, creepy ass ghost blades whirling, so much magic it made his nose itch, he hadn’t heard any screams though. Not ones he recognised so where the hell?

The funny thing about timing is he can never figure out if it’s a coincidence or if the other is psychic among being a holy pain his ass but for once Bull doesn’t bother with the usual tut and growl in his throat, relief on his shoulders as he moves through the mess to the crumbling rocks under claws.

Claws. This day keeps getting better!

It’s gorgeous up close, muzzle and claws stained red and he’s not ashamed to say he’s a little too busy day dreaming for a solid minute to realise the voice wasn’t at his hip but instead in his head. That panic would come later because really, he hated that sort of thing, it was bad enough with Cole up in his mind all the time. 

The realisation comes with both a flare of annoyance and giddy, elated delight. 

The way the Dragon moved, cocky, quick, overly confident in knowing just how much power it had - how he didn’t know immediately. Getting old perhaps, or too comfortable with those around him. The longer The Iron Bull looks though the more of Aurelio he see’s through scales, bright eyes, teeth too sharp but the same wicked mouth. 

He’s gorgeous. What a bastard.

“Keep your hilarious eye puns to yourself you dick you can turn into a Dragon? A Dragon, you know how much I love Dragon’s you never thought to even mention-” 

Now he could go through the charade of seething, could even throw a few things for good measure but it’s a lot of work. His shoulder is throbbing, there are men who will need a medic and probably papers to sign. It’s a waste of his energy when instead he can drop the narrow look and accusing tone and close the distance, approval in every hungry look. 

Qun give him strength the sound in a too big throat goes right through him. 

“Ataashi.” His scar pulls the grin into something probably manic, unrestrained in how he reaches out to sooth a rough hand over rougher hide. He glistens even like this, of course he does. “Knew you’d have to outdo me on the field too, you and your theatrics. How are you even talking to me? Actually. Ugh, I don’t want to know. Magic crap. It’s not my fault if you see anything that scandalises your precious self in there though.” 

Closer the wounds are acrid, a hit to the face just like plenty of others, turning his chin up and leaning back so he can get a better line of sight. They’re deep and must hurt like anything, turning back would make it worse right? Could he turn back? Didn’t matter, they’d figure it out. 

He’s got some stuff for his horns and skin that is more heavy duty than the soft crap humans need, it might be enough to stave off the worst of it. 

“Looks like I got off better. Get your dramatic ass down here, let me take a look, my necks not used to being at this angle. It’s hot though, no wonder humans are so horny all the time.”

EVERY BREATH THE CREATURE TAKES          rattles in its entire form like the purr of an oversized cat.   Aurelio works his jaw as he listens to Bull, everything so dull and faraway to such a mighty monstrosity such as he.     Then his maw sets, and once again, spreads apart to peacock rows of feral teeth.     ‘  Hilarious?  ‘  he parrots, unabashed in trying to probe more at the admission that The Iron Bull finds him at all funny. 

The dragon knows little what the word means, but the gesture brings him some sort of peace.   Something as simple as a hand against a snout, coming from Bull, rendered him soft.      Aurelio scoffs, and his maw bumps up against Bulls torso, enough to knock him back a tad.      '  Technically, I am not talking to you.  You are ‘’hearing’’ what I am thinking.  Marvellous, isn’t it?   ’

& with that the beast lifts its head high, long neck stretched up to the sky, shaking out its scales once more.  All of the wounds and the blood .. would take time to heal.  He feels the biting air against them, and drags his lips over his teeth, as he rolls his shoulders and the sting worsens.      Before he descends fully, his wings stretch out to their full glory, and shudder, kicking up a gust of wind as he stretches.    

The claws of his wingtips tear up the ground as he lands, people squeal as the impact of his body quakes the ground beneath them.    Aurelio seems unphased.     ‘  Looking at them will solve little.  That .. thing .. it is like me.  Nothing you, or rightfully any mortal, can do to help I’m afraid.  I’ve had worse.  ‘ 

He hasn’t.  He’s downplaying it.    Massively.     Aurelio ordinarily feels little pain: but inflicted by an Old God?  With such hatred, such tenacity, such a warped mind?    That creature wanted him dead, but not of its own volition.   It reeked of Corypheus.   

Aurelio takes a moment to think, hatefully, of everything he was going to do to that false god --- false prophet --- when he found him.  Crush him into nothing beneath his jaws, grind him into the earth, slam his body endlessly into jagged rocks.  He is dreamy at the thought of it. 

The comment makes the beast laugh again, and he once again seeks The Iron Bull out with his snout.   Nudging it against his arm, seeking the caress over scales he had gifted him just moments before.   ’ What can I say? I aim to please.  Perhaps we’ve all secretly got a thing for horns.  ’

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  MOST HOLY DIVINE AURELIO JABEZ LANIUS OF THE ARGENT SPIRE,   Imperial Divine of the Tevinter Chantry,                                       First Enchanter of the Minrathous Circle,       AURELIO THE MAD, AURELIO THE BLOODY, AURELIO THE JUST!    indie & original telling of ‘’the black divine’’ of tevinter, based within the dragon age series.  resurrected by lara jay.    

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OKAY SO THIS IS A DYNAMICS CALL !!    liking this post means you’re interested in building a relationship with my muse , of any kind.  this can include but isn’t limited to:

friendship, romantic, one-sided crush, skinny love ( too shy to tell one another / cannot tell one another for some reason ), familial bonds, enemies ( that are secretly fond of one another / the challenge that the other provides them ), friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, even possibly to enemies again.   being hired as a servant to the divine,  knowing the divine through his verses ie experiencing him in skyhold,    even things like knowing aurelio in his youth, briefly, then re-meeting him as divine.   SO MANY PLOT IDEAS !!

i find it so much easier to get characters established if ppl openly say they’re interested in developing a relationship with them !!  i’d love to do all of these things and more, so don’t hesitate if they sound good to you, or if you have ideas of your own !!