salvation

indie RP for Anders Multi-ship, multi-verse, please read the rules!

[justineskye]

There's nothing negative about having dark skin.

[inkquizzy-blog]

Next day Twila knocked on the door to the clinic gently before poking her head in. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I thought a bit of porridge is just what our patients need right now," she carried in a large pot together with a packed sack.

“I suppose you’re a morning person!” His voice was laced with laughter. “Good to see you so energetic.” He helped her carry her stuff into the clinic.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“Cozy.” He remarked with a genuine smile. Anders always felt a bit odd when he was a guest. His eyes darted about, waiting to be invited to sit because manners are key! “You’re certainly very organized, it’s remarkable.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Thanks,” Twila beamed. “It’s a small house, easy to keep everything in order. And it helps when you’re trying to combine many things in one place. Take a seat,” she gestured towards the table. “Want something to drink while I make the cake?”

[inkquizzy-blog]

Anders sat, grateful for the gesture. He had only just realized how worn out he’d become. “Whatever you have to drink is fine. I’m not picky.” He beamed at her brightly. “Sure you don’t need help baking?”

[twilaeril-blog]

“I’m sure. And you will still need to pick whether you’d like alcohol or non-alcohol drink. have both. Not a very big choice, but everything’s nice.” Twila smiled at him and carried the strawberries to the basin.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need a strong drink.” His lips creeped up into another of his smirks. Anders glanced about the house. “Do you keep any pets? It’s a small house, it looks like it would get lonely.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“A strong drink? So, will rum do?” Twila soake strawberries in the water and got the bottle from the cupboard along with some glasses and showed the bottle to Anders. “A gift from a sailor. Really good sort.”

[inkquizzy-blog]

"Rum would do perfectly, thank you love." He gave a wry wink, eyes twinkling as he did. "Will you be drinking with me or too busy baking?"

[lokiloo-blog]

Reblog this post if you ARE A MAGE, you SUPPORT MAGES, or you are SECRETLY PLANNING TO BLOW UP THE CHANTRY.

[aromanticroxas-archive]

Dragon age au where mages use frost magic to make ice cream but templars never get any

[blustersquall]

Alright, Anders.

[i-think-im-just-happy]

[inkquizzy-blog]

Next day Twila knocked on the door to the clinic gently before poking her head in. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I thought a bit of porridge is just what our patients need right now," she carried in a large pot together with a packed sack.

“I suppose you’re a morning person!” His voice was laced with laughter. “Good to see you so energetic.” He helped her carry her stuff into the clinic.

[inkquizzy-blog]

He took the basket from her so she could focus on finding her keys, watching her with a pleasant smile. “You haven’t thought of a keychain? Or anything to keep it in one place?” Anders teased.

[twilaeril-blog]

“ It’s just one key…” Twila shrugged, finally finding it and unlocking the door. “Come in,” she invited him. It was a middle-sized room, divided into three sections - small kitchen, dining/working area with a table and a few chairs and tiny clinic with two cots and shelves for the medical supplies. A door on the far side of the room led to bathroom and bedroom.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“Cozy.” He remarked with a genuine smile. Anders always felt a bit odd when he was a guest. His eyes darted about, waiting to be invited to sit because manners are key! “You’re certainly very organized, it’s remarkable.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Thanks,” Twila beamed. “It’s a small house, easy to keep everything in order. And it helps when you’re trying to combine many things in one place. Take a seat,” she gestured towards the table. “Want something to drink while I make the cake?”

[inkquizzy-blog]

Anders sat, grateful for the gesture. He had only just realized how worn out he’d become. “Whatever you have to drink is fine. I’m not picky.” He beamed at her brightly. “Sure you don’t need help baking?”

[twilaeril-blog]

“I’m sure. And you will still need to pick whether you’d like alcohol or non-alcohol drink. have both. Not a very big choice, but everything’s nice.” Twila smiled at him and carried the strawberries to the basin.

[inkquizzy-blog]

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't need a strong drink." His lips creeped up into another of his smirks. Anders glanced about the house. "Do you keep any pets? It's a small house, it looks like it would get lonely."

[inkquizzy-blog]

sorry for the inactivity, exams and work are killing me :/ ready for responses! sorry again for taking so long, loves

[0010010101-deactivated20161228]

The time has come to act. There can be no half-measures. There can be no turning back.

[inkquizzy-blog]

Next day Twila knocked on the door to the clinic gently before poking her head in. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I thought a bit of porridge is just what our patients need right now," she carried in a large pot together with a packed sack.

“I suppose you’re a morning person!” His voice was laced with laughter. “Good to see you so energetic.” He helped her carry her stuff into the clinic.

[twilaeril-blog]

Twila laughed softly. “I haven’t met anyone like you before,” she said, then. “You’re definitely worth baking shortcakes for.” She guided him towards her little shabby house in Lowtown.

[inkquizzy-blog]

Anders sighed softly, giving her a side glance. “You probably wouldn’t like me so much if you knew me a bit better. But ignorance is bliss, as they say.”

[twilaeril-blog]

Twila waved her hand dismissively. “I’ll know you a bit better if you allow it. You’d be surprised how accepting I am. Ah, here we are!” she stopped in front of the door painted blue and searched for the key.

[inkquizzy-blog]

He took the basket from her so she could focus on finding her keys, watching her with a pleasant smile. “You haven’t thought of a keychain? Or anything to keep it in one place?” Anders teased.

[twilaeril-blog]

“ It’s just one key…” Twila shrugged, finally finding it and unlocking the door. “Come in,” she invited him. It was a middle-sized room, divided into three sections - small kitchen, dining/working area with a table and a few chairs and tiny clinic with two cots and shelves for the medical supplies. A door on the far side of the room led to bathroom and bedroom.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“Cozy.” He remarked with a genuine smile. Anders always felt a bit odd when he was a guest. His eyes darted about, waiting to be invited to sit because manners are key! “You’re certainly very organized, it’s remarkable.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Thanks,” Twila beamed. “It’s a small house, easy to keep everything in order. And it helps when you’re trying to combine many things in one place. Take a seat,” she gestured towards the table. “Want something to drink while I make the cake?”

[inkquizzy-blog]

Anders sat, grateful for the gesture. He had only just realized how worn out he'd become. "Whatever you have to drink is fine. I'm not picky." He beamed at her brightly. "Sure you don't need help baking?"

[inkquizzy-blog]

Next day Twila knocked on the door to the clinic gently before poking her head in. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I thought a bit of porridge is just what our patients need right now," she carried in a large pot together with a packed sack.

“I suppose you’re a morning person!” His voice was laced with laughter. “Good to see you so energetic.” He helped her carry her stuff into the clinic.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“Well I’m lucky to be the one you’re baking for then, love.” Anders walked arm in arm with Twila, the city growing ever closer as they travelled. “Ahh, Kirkwall. Here we are again.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Keep calling me ‘love’ so easily and I might get used to it,” Twila chuckled softly, squeezing Anders’ arm affectionately. “Kirkwall isn’t that bad… Right? Especially if there’s a house there where a girl with ginger hair bakes shortcakes.”  

[inkquizzy-blog]

“You haven’t considered that maybe you’re supposed to get used to it. It could be my main motive.” His eyes wrinkled as he smiled mischievously. “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe all it takes to charm up a broken city is one ginger girl.”

[twilaeril-blog]

Twila laughed softly. “I haven’t met anyone like you before,” she said, then. “You’re definitely worth baking shortcakes for.” She guided him towards her little shabby house in Lowtown.

[inkquizzy-blog]

Anders sighed softly, giving her a side glance. “You probably wouldn’t like me so much if you knew me a bit better. But ignorance is bliss, as they say.”

[twilaeril-blog]

Twila waved her hand dismissively. “I’ll know you a bit better if you allow it. You’d be surprised how accepting I am. Ah, here we are!” she stopped in front of the door painted blue and searched for the key.

[inkquizzy-blog]

He took the basket from her so she could focus on finding her keys, watching her with a pleasant smile. “You haven’t thought of a keychain? Or anything to keep it in one place?” Anders teased.

[twilaeril-blog]

“ It’s just one key…” Twila shrugged, finally finding it and unlocking the door. “Come in,” she invited him. It was a middle-sized room, divided into three sections - small kitchen, dining/working area with a table and a few chairs and tiny clinic with two cots and shelves for the medical supplies. A door on the far side of the room led to bathroom and bedroom.

[inkquizzy-blog]

"Cozy." He remarked with a genuine smile. Anders always felt a bit odd when he was a guest. His eyes darted about, waiting to be invited to sit because manners are key! "You're certainly very organized, it's remarkable."

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inkquizzy.

[deviinctus-deactivated20150914]

injured by his own blood magic. the iro- ny of it is not lost on her,        but the adrenaline  pounding through her veins  keeps  din’an   aw- ake.  they are lucky they’re near the kirkwall clin- ic,  even though claudius on his own would rath- er die than step foot into this place. no one else is available; she had to think on her feet, and at the moment they are running  lower  on  money  than claudius would readily admit.

her first concern is getting him healed,    though din’an herself is deathly pale  from  blood  loss – it matters not if she falls unconscious or dies, so long as her master is safe.   his use of her blood  is the cause of her injuries, after all.

thus after much waiting she deposits  the  bleed- ing magister on the healing table  with  a  pained wheeze. 

       ❝ he – he was s-summoning  a  demon  and        it broke free. it clawed him in the ch – chest. ❞

[inkquizzy-blog]

“My first question would be: ‘Why are you hanging around with people who summon demons??’ But that might be a bit rude at this given moment.”

His hands were skillful, almost forgiving as they treated the magister’s wounds with elfroot. 

Mages get desperate. They turn to powers they do not understand. The healer knows this. 

From the tips of his fingers, he summoned what power his spirit had to mend the torn flesh. 

“I could write a novel all around why we should avoid people who summon demons. I could write one on why we shouldn’t help them. But here I am.”

The words tumbling from his mouth were just a distraction, a way for his mind to keep from racing, worrying. How many frightened mages would turn to the forbidden magic before anyone realized-

People do not like to kept and cornered and torn away from others.

It did not take long to heal him. “He needs rest now.” His breath steadied as he washed the blood from his hands.

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Update!

this is a single muse blog now, only Anders

Emilia has been moved to the @emilialavellan

Catherine has been moved to @asmilecomeseasy

and Lyna has been moved to @upstandingwarden

I will try to move any threads with those characters to their respective blogs via reblog and I will tag the rp partner involved

they’re sideblogs so I can’t follow back, but I would love it if you followed me on those blogs? plz and ty?

[inkquizzy-blog]

thinking of making individual blogs for all my characters. I'll put up the new urls on this blog

[inkquizzy-blog]

Next day Twila knocked on the door to the clinic gently before poking her head in. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I thought a bit of porridge is just what our patients need right now," she carried in a large pot together with a packed sack.

“I suppose you’re a morning person!” His voice was laced with laughter. “Good to see you so energetic.” He helped her carry her stuff into the clinic.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“Well I’m lucky to be the one you’re baking for then, love.” Anders walked arm in arm with Twila, the city growing ever closer as they travelled. “Ahh, Kirkwall. Here we are again.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Keep calling me ‘love’ so easily and I might get used to it,” Twila chuckled softly, squeezing Anders’ arm affectionately. “Kirkwall isn’t that bad… Right? Especially if there’s a house there where a girl with ginger hair bakes shortcakes.”  

[inkquizzy-blog]

“You haven’t considered that maybe you’re supposed to get used to it. It could be my main motive.” His eyes wrinkled as he smiled mischievously. “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe all it takes to charm up a broken city is one ginger girl.”

[twilaeril-blog]

Twila laughed softly. “I haven’t met anyone like you before,” she said, then. “You’re definitely worth baking shortcakes for.” She guided him towards her little shabby house in Lowtown.

[inkquizzy-blog]

Anders sighed softly, giving her a side glance. “You probably wouldn’t like me so much if you knew me a bit better. But ignorance is bliss, as they say.”

[twilaeril-blog]

Twila waved her hand dismissively. “I’ll know you a bit better if you allow it. You’d be surprised how accepting I am. Ah, here we are!” she stopped in front of the door painted blue and searched for the key.

[inkquizzy-blog]

He took the basket from her so she could focus on finding her keys, watching her with a pleasant smile. "You haven't thought of a keychain? Or anything to keep it in one place?" Anders teased.

[inkquizzy-blog]

Next day Twila knocked on the door to the clinic gently before poking her head in. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I thought a bit of porridge is just what our patients need right now," she carried in a large pot together with a packed sack.

“I suppose you’re a morning person!” His voice was laced with laughter. “Good to see you so energetic.” He helped her carry her stuff into the clinic.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“I do love a shortcake. Like you, right?” He laughed, tossling her hair gently as his height towered over hers. “We can go to your house then. I’ve a little messenger boy who will fetch me if anyone comes to my clinic while we’re gone.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Then off we go!” Twila laughed. “I have to admit I haven’t baked for someone in a very long time. Maybe that’s why I do some selling once in a while. It makes me feel I baked for someone.”

[inkquizzy-blog]

“Well I’m lucky to be the one you’re baking for then, love.” Anders walked arm in arm with Twila, the city growing ever closer as they travelled. “Ahh, Kirkwall. Here we are again.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Keep calling me ‘love’ so easily and I might get used to it,” Twila chuckled softly, squeezing Anders’ arm affectionately. “Kirkwall isn’t that bad… Right? Especially if there’s a house there where a girl with ginger hair bakes shortcakes.”  

[inkquizzy-blog]

“You haven’t considered that maybe you’re supposed to get used to it. It could be my main motive.” His eyes wrinkled as he smiled mischievously. “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe all it takes to charm up a broken city is one ginger girl.”

[twilaeril-blog]

Twila laughed softly. “I haven’t met anyone like you before,” she said, then. “You’re definitely worth baking shortcakes for.” She guided him towards her little shabby house in Lowtown.

[inkquizzy-blog]

Anders sighed softly, giving her a side glance. "You probably wouldn't like me so much if you knew me a bit better. But ignorance is bliss, as they say."

[inkquizzy-blog]

Next day Twila knocked on the door to the clinic gently before poking her head in. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I thought a bit of porridge is just what our patients need right now," she carried in a large pot together with a packed sack.

“I suppose you’re a morning person!” His voice was laced with laughter. “Good to see you so energetic.” He helped her carry her stuff into the clinic.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“I do love a shortcake. Like you, right?” He laughed, tossling her hair gently as his height towered over hers. “We can go to your house then. I’ve a little messenger boy who will fetch me if anyone comes to my clinic while we’re gone.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Then off we go!” Twila laughed. “I have to admit I haven’t baked for someone in a very long time. Maybe that’s why I do some selling once in a while. It makes me feel I baked for someone.”

[inkquizzy-blog]

“Well I’m lucky to be the one you’re baking for then, love.” Anders walked arm in arm with Twila, the city growing ever closer as they travelled. “Ahh, Kirkwall. Here we are again.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Keep calling me ‘love’ so easily and I might get used to it,” Twila chuckled softly, squeezing Anders’ arm affectionately. “Kirkwall isn’t that bad… Right? Especially if there’s a house there where a girl with ginger hair bakes shortcakes.”  

[inkquizzy-blog]

"You haven't considered that maybe you're supposed to get used to it. It could be my main motive." His eyes wrinkled as he smiled mischievously. "Perhaps you're right. Maybe all it takes to charm up a broken city is one ginger girl."

[inkquizzy-blog]

Next day Twila knocked on the door to the clinic gently before poking her head in. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "I thought a bit of porridge is just what our patients need right now," she carried in a large pot together with a packed sack.

“I suppose you’re a morning person!” His voice was laced with laughter. “Good to see you so energetic.” He helped her carry her stuff into the clinic.

[twilaeril-blog]

“I hope you don’t mind a bit of singing,” she said when the melody ended. “I should have asked beforehand…” she added a few more berries to the little basket and it was full.

[inkquizzy-blog]

“Your singing is lovely.” He responded, a small smile spreading across his face. “Quite nice. In fact, I’d be more upset if you stopped.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Aww, thank you,” Twila beamed at him. “Then I’ll sing you more some time. I don’t know many songs, but enough to last a few evenings. I used to work as a minstrel.” She stood up again, checking the basket. 

[inkquizzy-blog]

“I know all the chantry songs that the Circle’s templars used to sing on their off time. Nothing good though.” Anders said, wrinkling his nose in disdain. “I’d love to hear anything you know. So, that enough berries?”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Yes. It’ll be a delicious strawberry shortcake. You do like shortcakes, don’t you?” Twila grinned at him. So far she hadn’t met a single person who didn’t like shortcake with whipped cream and strawberries. “if you think you can spare a couple more hours we could go to my place and I’ll make the cake and we’ll have a lovely tea party for two.”

[inkquizzy-blog]

“I do love a shortcake. Like you, right?” He laughed, tossling her hair gently as his height towered over hers. “We can go to your house then. I’ve a little messenger boy who will fetch me if anyone comes to my clinic while we’re gone.”

[twilaeril-blog]

“Then off we go!” Twila laughed. “I have to admit I haven’t baked for someone in a very long time. Maybe that’s why I do some selling once in a while. It makes me feel I baked for someone.”

[inkquizzy-blog]

"Well I'm lucky to be the one you're baking for then, love." Anders walked arm in arm with Twila, the city growing ever closer as they travelled. "Ahh, Kirkwall. Here we are again."