Call me Krem. Just Krem.

Independent, semi-selective RP blog for Cremisius 'Krem' Aclassi from Dragon Age: Inquisition. Tracking the tag justkrem

[justkrem]

INDEFINITE HIATUS

[justkrem]

@andaranatishanvhenan continued from here

Solas’ smug grin, twinned with his parting words, made Krem fume. “I’m welcome for what?” he screamed across the battle field. He was grateful for the ward around him, but that was just common courtesy in battle, if you were fighting for the same side. 

The mercenary ran across to follow Solas, maul in his hands, but was pushed over by a huge Red Templar behemoth. “Great,” Krem grumbled, trying to swing his maul enough, but he couldn’t get the leverage he needed from trapped underneath the huge red crystals. 

“Little help over here!”

[andaranatishanvhenan]

Pucker up! [i hope this is okay, I know we haven't interacted before...]

Send me Pucker up! to see how my character kisses yours.

Something has been building between them for some time now. The passive-aggression, the snide comments, the teasing. Krem’s voice alone is enough to send goosebumps rippling up Solas’ arms, the sight of his face has him going hot with irritation.

Krem doesn’t like him because Iron Bull doesn’t like him. Solas doesn’t like Krem because Krem doesn’t like Solas, and Iron Bull only complicates matters further. They try to keep the peace so Bull doesn’t charge, but the tension has been mounting to the point they could chew it. 

When Krem is in the rain, swinging his sword around like he was born with it in his hand, slicked by the weather and glittering, Solas feels a flare of aggressive need light a fire in his chest. When his back hits Krem’s and someone’s foot steps on the other, it’s all the catalyst Solas needs to spin him around, grab him by the pauldron, and kiss him teeth-first, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood before licking it away. 

That drop of blood is his trophy, the rain can’t have it.

[justkrem]

There was just....something about the mage, something that Krem couldn’t put his finger on. Granted, he didn’t really know the guy and didn’t like him because the Chief didn’t like him, but Bull was usually a good judge of character and Krem didn’t particularly feel any need to get to know the elf any more than he had to.

There were just...ways that seemed to piss Krem off in everything that Solas did. The way he talked down to the Dalish, even to the Inquisitor. The way he spouted so much crap about the Fade, expecting people to listen. The way he seemed to think he was above everyone else, like everyone else was some kind of lesser being. 

Having to take Solas along for their latest excursion only fuelled Krem’s adrenaline more; he’d show that elf that humans were just as good as ‘the Old Ones’, or whatever he called them. He swung his maul around with a grunt, the rain lashing against his face in the biting cold.

Feeling something, or someone, hit his back threw Krem completely off, but what threw him off altogether was the fact that it was Solas, who took it as an invitation to manhandle him and--

Krem froze at the kiss, hissing in pain as he was bitten; did Solas sharpen his teeth or something? The mercenary was silent as Solas pulled away, hand at his lip. 

“What the fuck?!”

[andaranatishanvhenan]

Personalized Solavellan Art Giveaway

My Solas roleplay blog is still in its infancy, and I’m looking for ways to branch out and gain some more followers and friends in the DA roleplay community. So I figured, what better way to get out there than to do an art giveaway? 

The rules are as follows: 

You must be following me. You don’t have to interact/roleplay with me, but you must be following me. 

You must reblog this post. Please, only reblog it once. Additional reblogs will only complicate things, and will not up your chances of winning whatsoever. 

Likes are meaningless, in this case. You may feel free to like it to keep tabs on it yourself, but it won’t affect your chances of being chosen. 

Please only enter the giveaway if you can supply me with at least one reliable screenshot or drawing of your Lavellan, but the more you have, the better. I would really prefer not to work from description.

You must have an open ask box to win, otherwise I will have no means of contacting you.

I am absolutely willing to draw NSFW if you desire

Your Lavellan does not have to be female

Once I have reached 500 followers on this blog, I will go through the notes of this post, and using a random number generator, I will select a first, second, and third place winner. 

The first place winner will receive a personalized, digital piece of artwork of their Lavellan and Solas, of this quality. 

The second place winner will receive a lineart of this quality of their Lavellan and Solas that the winner may feel free to color themselves and post separately (with credit) if they wish.

The third place winner will receive a clean pencil drawing of their Lavellan and Solas of this quality. They may feel free to line and/or color and post separately if they wish (with credit)

I will give each winner 48 hours to claim their prize before using the generator  to select a new winner. The first place winner will be announced before the second, and the second before the third, that way everybody has equal opportunity to win first or second place, accounting for any potential re-tallies because of late prize claimers.

Please reblog and spread the word!

[sorrowedvigil]

Over my time here, I’ve seen lots of these posts float about in the ether.  As a way to make a more cohesive fandom, I think it’s time to try to approach this and commit again.  I will be making a sideblog with a comprehensive masterlist of all characters in Dragon Age roleplay. Anyone, of course, can participate. When I have made the blog, I will try to update entries as thoroughly as I can. Please be patient and realize sometimes in the time it takes me to do things, new stars have formed.

Reblog to be added.

( Do not like this post, please.  It will simply be confusing! )

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Dorian was dozing when he felt calloused fingers run over a burn scar on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up at Krem. “From one of the ‘tournaments’ between myself and another student,” he said, ‘the instructor at the circle had purposefully picked a student much larger and older then myself…I won the round but the other boy didn’t take to kindly to it.” He laced his fingers through the other man’s, “Y’know I think that was the first time my father showed any care for me…he was furious that the other student had attacked me when my back was turned.”

[justkrem]

Krem just huffed as he curled his fingers around Dorian’s, kissing the mage’s cheek. “We both know how I feel about your father, but it’s good that he took care of you afterwards,” he mumbled softly. “Surely it’s not fair that the other mage attacked you when your back was turned, especially if it was in a circle. But I don’t know a lot about circles and Dalish won’t talk about elvhen magic,” he added softly, smiling at him fondly.

[tethrxs]

His hand fits easy enough into the other’s and that’s more than he can say for these CLOTHES. Pompous and adorned, there is little style left to savor and the wool? Horrendously ITCHY. Yet his squirming ceases, giving a gentle pause to palm and pull – a tedious task for certain, but what better way to make the nobles talk than an absolutely SCANDALOUS dance ( what bit about it was the topic of gossip, he’ll never know. perhaps the perfume went to their heads or maybe it was those masks. actually, he’ll blame the FESTOONED ruffles carting over each garb instead ).  

❛               You know, most people would have taken a SAFER bet with a dancing partner. Kirkwall wasn’t exactly renowned for their galas, ❜ it’s an idle statement, one that he breathes life into with simplistic CHARM and wry smirk – cheek dimpling ever so. A cover, of course, for the lacking knowledge of the dance beforehand.  He never did say he knew how to dance. ❛ BUT you’re just a glutton for punishment, aren’t you? ❜

[justkrem]

Krem had never expected this to be happening, of all things. Dancing with a dwarf. Especially a famous author that was his friend. He smiled down at him as he gentle shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Glutton for punishment, that’s me. I hang around with the Chief enough,” he added with a grin.

The way Varric’s fingers curled around his made Krem smile even more. “When have I done anything safe? And dancing seems pretty tame compared to what I do for a living, Varric,’ he said softly.

[lavellanpls]

da:i + aesthetics //  cremisius “krem” aclassi

“Least a bastard knows who his mother was. Puts him one up on you Qunari, right?”

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[ @justkrem, @kremdalacreme ]

[livingvampireandshadowhunter-de]

Do me a favor and reblog this if you have absolutely no problems RPing with male muns.

[justkrem]

Krem, sweet cinammon roll, too good for this world, too pure for this world. And if someone disagrees they'll have to face Bull.

[justkrem]

Your Krem muse is wonderful, and the mun is super sweet!

[justkrem]

I follow you because when you post, both ic and ooc, you seem bubbly and open. Your writing draws me in, and Krem is someone i could see my muse interracting with.))

[roleplaymmemes]

Please tell me anonymously or not why you follow me. I could use some positive messages

[coriphallus]

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so evidently if you ask this question after you giVE HIM THE NECKLACE YOU GET THIS RESPONSE

[justkrem]

i cant do this anymore

i dont want to

[justkrem]

i feel so useless and empty 

why do i exist

its so fucking pointless and i just want it to end

someone kill me

[lokiyoureonetruegod-blog]

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[lokiyoureonetruegod-blog]

Loki smiled. “Sure, with your kindness I can afford to repay you.” He allowed the other to chose the drinks. He would not partake much, best not to be drink in an unknown land. “So what exactly is it you do?”

[justkrem]

“Mercenary group. Paid swords,” Krem said with a shrug. “Take all the jobs we can get, but the Inquisition is the best gig we’ve had for a long time. Steady pay, good food, and good company”.

[lokiyoureonetruegod-blog]

Loki gave a nod, leaning on the table and resting his head in his hands. “I see, noble work if one should chose the right…gig I suppose.” He bounced his leg under the table. “Inquisition…what kind of work is that?”

[justkrem]

Krem smiled. “Mostly just clean up work, killing left over demons, shutting up old forts,” he added, leaning it as Loki had. Maker, he was beautiful.