Indie Inquisitor || Mun 21+

Don't take me out of duty, don't take me out of pride. Just take me if the man you see is one you'd stand beside. I'm offering an open heart. And I only ask you take me, you take me as I am.

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(welp. I haven’t been on here in forever, so like for a starter?)

let’s make out while I grind on you and quietly moan in your mouth.

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mentisvolatus:

                 “Wine. Definitely. Preferably Antivan…”

“Hmm. Let me see... Ah hah. Here we are. I usually keep a bottle of Rosso handy for times like these.” He pulled the bottle from its hiding place along with two glasses. He handed a filled glass to Leonardo. If the man wished to talk about what was troubling him, then he would talk. Quinn wouldn’t push him, he would simply listen.

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deshonor:

                               ║⚜   ( cedric & quentin )

          ❝ que mes baisers soient les mots d’amour que je ne te dis pas. ❞                                                   let my kisses be the words of love that I don’t say.

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mentisvolatus:

                  “God I need a drink.”

“Wine or beer?”

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Did she want to hear from her brother? Ariella was unsure. As far as she was concerned, no news was good news — it meant he was still alive and she did not have to worry too much about him. Then again, no news also meant that it was possible for him to be dead. She debated this in her head for a few minutes, letting her gaze wander over the sky. Finally, after a rather long silence, she spoke. “Yes. I believe I would like to make sure my brother is still alive.” If she just knew where he was, there was the possibility of going to see him, to convince him to join the Inquisition’s cause… after all, the Templar order had…

What if he…

No. She would not think of that right now. It was too much to bear, too much heartache to be had if she pondered on it for too long.

“How tragic it must be to be taken from your family,” Ariella said slowly. “Are your siblings not mages, then?” Though she could only slightly relate to what mages went through — being taken from their families — that was where the similarities ended. The mages that she had spoken to were subjected to things that were unspeakable… treated like prisoners. “I think,” she said carefully. “Circles should be for education, not as a place where mages are sent to be confined.” A bold statement, but the truth nonetheless.

Quinn made a mental note to pen some letters later in the day. For now, it was nice to just lay in the grass and relax for a time. The sky was spotted with fluffy clouds here and there. A light breeze ghosted over the grass. The sun was warm, but not miserable. It was a very nice day to be outside. Quinn wished it could remain like this all the time. But, alas, the world wasn’t that kind.

He swallowed once and shook his head. “No, they aren’t. I’m the only one.” And thank the Maker for that. Quinn didn’t want to imagine his siblings going through what he did. What his parents did. He wasn’t taken at all. That would imply his parents fought to keep him when in reality, they were happy to be rid of him. They didn’t even wait a day to call the Templars. Quinn sighed and pushed those memories away. 

Ariella’s next words surprised him. The mage turned to look at her with a measure of shock. “You really think that?” he asked, “Not many people do. But I agree. They should be meant as places for education. Tevinter does a lot of things wrong, but their concept of the Circles makes the most sense.”

my character doesn’t just need lovers

They need enemies that break them and force them to test their morals

They need friends that will backstab them and hurt their feelings

They need an enemy that will become a friend

They need friends that they would lay down their life for

They need people so close to them that they might as well be siblings

They need fights and conflict and battles that could leave them broken and inches from death

My character does not just need lovers

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Morgiana raised a brow as she heard Quinn play. She’d been following music as was her nature before she found the Inquisitor making faces as he attempted to play. He wasn’t bad, but she found that the song was lacking something. When he asked her opinion, the woman moved to his back– leaning to reach for the keys herself with a small smile. “Well, I think perhaps if you use this..” she changed the keys, just slightly. “It sounds like a better transition to your ending, also it’s very charming. Are there words to your ditty?”

Ah, much better! He jotted down the notes she had played before playing through that part of the piece as well. Yes, that would do nicely. The mage smiled and turned so that he was facing Morgiana. “Thank you. And, no, there aren’t any words as of right now. It’s um,” here he blushed a little, “It’s about the Inquisition, actually.” Nothing he expected everyone to sing, of course. It was mainly a personal project, something to show his gratitude toward his friends and companions. 

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Dragon Age 2 Sentence Starters

“What do you call it when you kill someone to get all their stuff?”

“I… I can’t believe I turned on you…”

“If we kill them, we get their stuff!”

“So help me, whore, I will BREAK you!”

“Let’s see… Are you possessed? Consorting with demons? A pathological liar?”

“Do you have any idea what’s at stake here?”

“It’s not something you learn. It’s a lot like sex. If it’s bad, it’s disappointing and everybody laughs. Do it right and it’s satisfying for everybody.”

“We both place others above ourselves. I happen to do it while clothed.”

“I removed the chance of compromise, because there is no compromise.”

“I’ve had enough of your loose lips. As I’m sure many men have.”

“Your death toll is approaching natural disasters!”

“Can you run five miles carrying a cow over your head?”

“What earth-shattering matter requires my attention NOW?”

“How do you do that thing when you walk?”

“Without an end, there can be no peace.” 

“Get rid of one threat and another appears. I’m starting to think this city’s in love with crisis.”

“It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly.”

“It gets no easier. Your struggles have only just begun.”

“I spy with my little eye, something that is… Red. And socially uncomfortable.”

“Men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six.”

“So what now? You aren’t just going to leave, are you?”

“Do I need to remind you what your friends did? Do I need to tell you how many lives have been lost, how many more will be lost? You cannot sit there and tell me *insert pronoun here* is INNOCENT!”

“Where I come from they’re called tattoos. Sailors get them all of the time. Breasts mostly…”

“You’re splitting hairs but wishing someone would split yours!”

“Anyway, I want you to know: I would never choose a demon over you while conscious and sober.”

“If I held a grudge against everyone who attacked me in a dream, I’d have no friends.”

“I like big boats, I cannot lie.”

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the smile upon his lips widened the moment the former chevalier glanced down onto the man he held in his arms. oh, now that blush was quite adorable. there was a chuckle, a sound that resonated deep in his chest – one that could definitely be felt by the herald, . even his own cheeks colored as an arm wrapped about him. was it strange that every touch from this man felt…right? something deep within him wanted to hold him tighter, to have the blonde rest his head upon his shoulder. 

“ and yet I worry you may still find a way to fall. ” cedric teases with a chuckle, eyes bright with jest, as he continues his path to the healer’s. “mais ne vous inquiétez pas, mon inquisiteur. ” his smile widens to a grin. “ I will always catch you. ”

Is that a promise? Regardless, it makes Quinn’s heart flutter. If not for being carried, he may have swooned. The Orlesian didn’t help at all. For the longest time, Quinn can only stare up at Cedric with a deepening blush. Would it be appropriate to flirt back? Did Cedric even flirt, or had he simply stated a fact? Quinn’s mind races a mile a minute. “Ah. Then it’s good you are mon chevalier en armure brilliante,” he finally returns, something that can be taken as flirting or a statement of fact. Either way, it doesn’t lessen Quinn’s blush and he is extremely grateful to finally arrive at the healers. 

Adan isn’t at all surprised to see the clumsy Inquisitor again, though his mode of transportation is odd. But who is he to judge? Adan directs the two to a chair and promptly gets to work on Quinn’s ankle. Quinn keeps his eyes on the healer’s work, too embarrassed to look at Cedric. Only when Adan wraps his ankle and tells him to take it easy today does Quinn chance a glance. The Inquisitor slowly gets to his feet and tests his weight. The pain isn’t too severe, but walking long distances will be a problem. No fieldwork for a while, then. At least that means he can catch up on some reading.

Quinn limped over to Cedric and the door. “Ah. Thank you for bringing me here. Um. Could I trouble you to help me back to my room. You -ah- don’t need to carry me this time but ah... I’d appreciate it if you kept good on your promise,” he smiles shyly, looking up at the taller man through his lashes. 

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Ask Memes ;; Sass Edition

[there-is-blood-on-my-hands]

You can’t fight me, you’re miniature.

Going to McDonalds for a salad is like going to a prostitute for a hug.

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.

You know, it only takes four muscles to just extend your arm and bitchslap the twat.

Congratulations on being an awful bitch who’s completely oblivious to the fact that everyone hates you.

Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.

My business isn’t your business; so unless you’re my thong, don’t be up my arse.

I may look calm, but in my head I’ve killed you three times already.

I would retaliate against your snotty remark, but since you resemble a garden gnome, I’d say the joke is on you.

I thought I saw your face on my newsfeed but it turns out it was just a picture of a potato.

You want to walk out of my life, there’s the door. Hell, I’ll even hold it open for you.

I don’t do fashion, I am fashion.

Somewhere out there there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breath. I think you owe it an apology.

I’m only single because I’m too sassy for everyone.

Bitch please, have you seen me? I’m a princess.

I think, therefore I’m single.

Life’s too short to bullshit.

If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.

When in doubt, freak ‘em out.

I’d rather die my way than live yours.

Weather forecast for tonight: dark.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but they make a good excuse.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.

I distrust camels, and anyone else who can go a week without a drink.

If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.

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Ariella had heard of the conflict with the mages and the Templars, but her brother had never mentioned it. It wasn’t until she had joined the Inquisition that she really noticed how terrible things were between the two groups. “If there is anything that we are able to do,” she murmured. “Just to fix it. I would like mutual trust with all of the Circles, and perhaps…. more freedom for them?” 

The mention of her brother had her perk up quickly. “Yes, Eric. Eric is such a good man,” she said with an enthusiastic nod. He was the better of the two brothers, but to not know where he was or how he was faring was killing her. At least she knew this much, that people believed him to be a good man. “I wish I could find out if he had stayed or not, ut I have not gotten any information from anyone.” It wasn’t for the lack of trying, they just could not locate him, and it was beginning to worry her.

She turned her gaze back toward the sky. “Do you have any siblings?” 

Quinn turned his head to the side to stare at her. That she wanted to help said a lot about her character and who she would be as Inquisitor. “I know many mages would appreciate that,” he murmured before looking back at the sky. More freedom would be very appreciated among all the Circles. If they remained after all of this. Quinn would rather see the Circles stay for their educational value. They should be places of learning, not prisons. He wasn’t sure if Thedas was ready to go without Circles just yet. 

“I still have some friends near the Circle. I could send a letter and ask them, if you’d like,” he offered. Between all of them, they could probably track down Ariella’s brother. Quinn wouldn’t mind seeing Eric again. And if it would make the Inquisitor happy, all the better. He’d have to borrow a few of Leliana’s birds, have Josephine help with the letters...

Her question of siblings brought his train of thought to a screeching halt. Quinn was glad she was watching the sky, or else she would have seen his expression pale. The mage chewed his lip for a moment. “Ah. Yes, I do. Three, actually. Two sisters, Alicia and Hannah. And a brother, August. They’re all younger than me, Alicia being the oldest, and August the youngest of the three. I... Haven’t seen them since I was thrown-- given to the Circle,” he explained with some difficulty. Family was always a sore subject with Quinn...

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roughed hand lingered upon the man’s cheek, even if it was for just a few moments, it was enough to be noticed. but cederic was a polite man – a man who knew lingering touches could make one uncomfortable if not previously stated to be welcomed. his hand fell from quinn’s cheek, fixed instead on the air above the herald’s shoulder before hesitantly falling to his side. 

blue eyes watch the other, studying every inch of him, searching for any sign of injury or discomfort. “ a sprain? ” he repeated, gaze lowering upon the ankle quinn clasped in his hand. hand reach out, fingers softly brush upon his inquisitor’s hand before immediately retracting. “ — may I? ” cedric questions softly, gaze lifting from the blonde’s ankle to those vibrant blue eyes. 

cedric waits for an answer before fingers softly study the swelling skin, a frown touching his brows. “ this should be treated quickly, ” he states, lifting his stance to a kneel, arms gather the smaller mage into the crook of his arms. cedric stands, holding quinn close to his chest, smiling down upon him with that all too gentle look in his eye. “ I hope you do not mind my treatment, monsieur. ” he speaks, softly, before carefully carrying his inquisitor up haven’s steps…

The moment their hands touched -however brief- sent a spark through Quinn. It was unlike his magic and unlike anything he ever felt. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant. It was warm, tingling from his hand to the rest of his body. He was so lost in the sensation that the mechanically replied to Ced’s questioning. He didn’t even realize the man picked him up until they were going up the steps. The mage blinked up at the bigger man. He was keenly aware of the solid mass of arms underneath him. Cedric’s chest was firm, but soft. If he listened carefully, Quinn could hear the man’s heartbeat. 

But oh, those eyes! That blue-grey color only a storm on the sea could mimic. Quinn found himself as lost in those eyes as he had been in that sensation. He almost missed Cedric’s statement. Swallowing, Quinn shook his head. “Ah. No. I don’t mind. Thank you,” he said quietly, feeling his cheeks burning with a blush. Well, he had wondered what this would be like. Unsure of what to do with his arms, Quinn let one rest on his stomach and carefully brought the other one around Cedric’s neck. His hand came to rest on the man’s shoulder. 

Unable to stand the silence, Quinn spoke up. “I’ll be grateful for Spring. Less snow and ice to worry about,” he gave a nervous laugh.

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I felt pretty today so here. Mun in brown.

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his body felt complete with a blade in his hand – and he felt just at home with the sun beating down upon his skin, sweat dampening his brow as he blasted blow after blow upon his target. 

whispers spread about the crowd of soldiers the moment the inquisitor began his journey down the steps from haven’s gates – though unlike the others, he did not lift his head to stare. his gaze yes. just a glance. just one. but one glance turned to several – what was it about this man that caught his attention so? perhaps, it was the way the sun shone off his hair – or the kindness he wears in his smile…

whatever it was, cedric did not fight it. he continued his work, a slight smile upon his lips as his mind wandered to the man they called herald – and how was it he could make him smile the way he did a few days back…

but gasps of horror caught his attention – pulling cedric from daydreams and back to reality. head lifted, blue eyes landing upon the inquisitor once more ( for he would be the only cause of shock, wouldn’t he? ) only to follow his form as it tumbles down step after step…

cedric did not wait for another thought – for another whispered word from his comrades – instead, he rushed to past the grounds and to haven’s steps. knees planting themselves in the cold snow. “ mon inquisiteur! ” he breathed, roughed hands hovering over his body before gently sneaking his hand beneath quinn’s cheek. 

supple flesh fit perfectly within his large palm, lifting his head to force bright blue eyes to meet his own. “ …are you alright? ”

Maker’s Breath he really was an embarrassment to himself. The Herald of Andraste tumbling down steps like some newborn calf. And of course, it had to happen in front of his soldiers. As if his reputation wasn’t bad enough. What would his soldiers think of their Herald now? Just another mage who has too much power and can’t even make it out of Haven without falling on his ass. Or face in this case. Quinn huffed into the snow, half-tempted to just lay there for the rest of the day. Aside from possible frostbite, he’d be safe. The snow wasn’t too horrible anyway. 

Then he felt a calloused hand at his cheek. Quinn knew who it was even before they spoke. It made his embarrassment even worse, but why? Why did he feel more aghast that Cedric saw him like this than any other soldier? Why did he seek this man’s approval so? Oh, Maker, why did his hand fit so perfectly on his cheek? Quinn blinked up at Cedric for a long moment before gathering his wits. The mage rolled onto his back and slowly sat up. “Yes I-I’m fine, Cedric,” he answered briefly, not daring to look into the man’s eyes lest he did something even worse than falling down some steps. 

But rolling over and sitting up jarred his ankle, which he learned only then had been injured during the tumble. The burning, yet mild, pain suggested a sprain. Quinn hissed and clutched at his left ankle. “Or... Maybe not. Um. Just a sprain, though. I’ll be fine...” Still, he couldn’t help but glance at those big arms. He couldn’t help but imagine what it might feel like to be carried in them...

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“ it’s just a scratch ” ( deshonor )

Injured Starters: Accepting

Blue eyes held a storm as he frowned at Cedric. “It could become more than a scratch if you don’t let me clean it and dress it. Now. Sit. Down,” Quentin ordered. He felt more than saw the others take a step back. It was rare for Quinn to show any emotion other than calm. Seeing him upset or angry threw people off a lot fo the time. Yet, the mage ignored it in favor of tending to Cedric’s injury. The scratch was more like a graze over his forearm. While not deep, there was still a chance of infection. Hyperfocused, Quinn cleaned the wound with clear water before applying a salve. He then tied a tight bandage around the wound. Only when he finished did Quinn relax somewhat. The storm in his eyes calmed as he sighed. “... And don’t scare me like that again, okay?”