It seems I am an orange // niyuart.github.io/FruitfulPers... //

in a far corner slipped out of the Opera door, trading conspiratorial looks.

It was her passion, after all. “Migliorare.” With that, she strode back to her costume work, mending a tricky piece of lace that had been refusing to stay sewn on. It hadn’t occurred to her that she may have overstepped. Nor did she notice as a couple of individuals --

The mezzo stared at her with wide, confused eyes. The audacity was too much for them to even process, much less come up with some sort of comeback. “Inutile. Ascoltami, così.” Standing beside the mezzo soprano, Ivy belted out the notes perfectly without breaking a sweat. --

If this individual was going to be the lead, they needed to do FAR better than this. It was an embarrassment. Especially if it was going to be tied to House Dellamorte. “Sei troppo piatto e il tuo falsetto sembra più un vibrato. Come hai fatto a ottenere questo ruolo?” --

that was not what was happening today. As she stabbed her finger for the umpteenth time, she threw her equipment down and marched over to the mezzo-soprano as the rest of the cast backstage watched in horror. “Cosa diavolo stai facendo? Sei sordo di tono?” She was not having any of it today.--

how she felt. Having something to focus on, like the simple action of a needle pulling thread, helped to focus her when her mind was too busy to even sketch. Having beautiful music eased her soul when she needed to find a feeling and hold onto it to center herself. But apparently --

her out and she wasn’t quite used to it yet. Despair’s attachment to her had really muted a lot of her other emotions and so now that she was able to feel a wide array again, they quickly became overwhelming and overstimulating. And she already had enough trouble processing and articulating --

((Short story incoming)) After chatting with the stage manager for a little bit and showing off her work in progress, the manager finally nodded and offered Ivy a job backstage helping to sew and repair the costumes for the singers and dancers. The morning's antics had irritated and stressed--

As the closing notes were started, they stood downing the last of their wine and quietly making their way to the backstage waiting in the shadows for the songstress to exit. It was quick and practiced. A cloth over her mouth, their glove pressed it tight while another one held her wrists together +

I know the urge will be strong amongst many of your blorbos, please refrain from attempting to stop her stealthy snatching! )) (( Enjoy!!))

((IT IS TIME. I will be dropping the Opera starter soon. Please feel free to make your own sub threads in the main posts and to sprinkle in your own drama for the evening as well! )) ((As a kind reminder, Ivy will be kidnapped during this event. It has been consented to and pre-planned, so while--

In the silent halls of Villa Vallisti, they carried their outfit back to their room. Long dark brow hair hanging loose for a change, as the nerves seeped in. It was for most cases their first public showing as Talon and Merchant Prince. Slipping through the door, they kicked it shut and set the +

Yeah....yeah. // #ooc: poomang.com/en/t/speech_... //

Not exactly the most accurate are they? // perchance.org/character-he... //

Was all that flurry in my kitchen for a wedding? Well I wish the happy couple a blessed union and on the feast of the Lovers. Quite romantic. #darp

#DArp Why are we trying to use the First Talon's kitchen? That being said if any crows do need a kitchen. I have one presently being unused. Just don't touch my coffee maker

Sips their afternoon coffee while looking over paper work, with an abacus sat on a nearby table. "Of course Prince Valisti can figure out Importation through Eluvian Tax." Their tone snide as they spoke only to themself setting the coffee down. "Maker save me from stupid Princes." #darp

Hmmm curious

Sips their afternoon coffee while looking over paper work, with an abacus sat on a nearby table. "Of course Prince Valisti can figure out Importation through Eluvian Tax." Their tone snide as they spoke only to themself setting the coffee down. "Maker save me from stupid Princes." #darp

Honestly Viago, I understand the concern but truly a Wyvern would be in better hands with the First Talon than an Orlaisian. I would trust a wyvern with an untrained fledgling~ [The letter is handed off to a crow and they are shooed off *alt text for easier reading]

...I hmmm.... ah.... [test www.quotev.com/quiz/1687588... ]

<3

Oh this...does make some sense

Developing a tolerance to Deathroot is very important.

Oh...the seers are a little too accurate. [test is here ooopenlab.cc/quiz/lTHHdoS... ]

I am not sure I can move like this.

save me grey warden save meee [gunnar,oc] #dragonage #wardencygnus

I heard a thing was going around. I decided to try my hand at it. //test here poomang.com/en/museumwee... //

Villa Sole Nascente glows like a beacon from its place on the cliffs overlooking the Rialto bay. The dining hall, foyer, and front gardens have been fully restored, and though much work yet remains, the Talon of House Arainai has opened the villa’s doors to all under his wing to celebrate. —

The Wrong Dellamorte 🗡️ #illariodellamorte #dragonage

The breezy night is cut through by a shrill but brief wail. A shadowy figure sprints across the rooftops, away from the source of the screams, as fast as their feet can carry them. They do not look back. They do not falter. They do not stop even for a shaking breath until they reach a building… —

// @deathismycalling.bsky.social *Alt text for reading\\ *A young fledgling that had been frequently been seen around the Diamond approached the desk of the First Talon quietly leaving a letter bearing all the hallmarks of the official correspondence from the Third Talon. Bowing they left quickly*

// #ooc and the final repost of the muses

Trans Thedosians rise up! ✊ Unless your back hurts, then it's okay to keep sitting down. I get it.

Spoiler alert: everyone in Thedas is trans. 🤯

[A single rather plain envelope, carrying a rather plain parchment found its way to @onceandfuturetalon.bsky.social baring the penmanship of the Third Talon but no other markers of where it came from.]

There's a button in your hand, block with it!

// #ooc #DAblorbos Honestly this was entirely accidental but Vico Ortiz, would be more than a solid fancast for Noa. Honestly yes.

// #ooc majority of my recent writing, including tonight's stuff can be found at the blog below, it also links to my A03 Now I am gonna go hide //

There...was not enough coffee in Treviso for this. I need to go lie down and stare at the ceiling.

@viagofifthtalon.bsky.social *Late in the night, a letter finds it way to the desk of the fifth talon. A rather simple envelope bearing the seal of the third talon, and only slightly decorated Parchment.* [Alt text for easier reading]

Reposting this since @andarateiacantori.bsky.social is being emo.

Na ciamma addumanti, prufunna ntô me cori A pena nu signu, è a pena na scintidda Teniri avanti, ogni notti Quarchi d'unu mi sarba la vita, pi favori? Chiancu pi aiutu, è nu cliché Duluri nvisìbbili, s'inchi ogni jornu grapu la vucca e vi mantcu na minzogna Quarchi d'unu mi sarba la vita è fugaci

"So you are the one who put scars in to my city."