FOR FREEDOM.

ind. anders of dragon age II.

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anyway i want modern thedas anders on Mage Probation to go to his parole officer (cullen rutherford)’s house at 2:43AM, throwing eggs at his window and demanding he come down and fight him physically

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inquisitor anders……

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Josephin: The Chantry has already branded us heretics

Anders, really flatly: oh no.

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I guess Anders is saving a cat and Fenris is just brooding in the rain

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PIRATE QUEEN.

                 ‘    Have I even mentioned how   handsome   you are  ??    ’           Situating herself in the mage’s lap  ,  calloused fingers of her free hand fan against his cheek.   The other arm rests comfortably around his shoulders      —-     it is   SAFE TO SAY   that the   Pirate Queen   is sufficiently   saturated   in the Hanged Man’s swill.          ‘    I go on about Fenris’ tattoos   &&   Varric’s   chest hair  ,   but I can’t recall if I’ve talked you up yet  …   I’ve   always   had a thing for men with a   strong jawline.    ’         she purrs  ,  hand sliding so lithe digits can trace the feature she’s shone her spotlight on.          ‘    Fair hair as well  ,  yours is   lovely  ,  sweetness.    ’

             “ WHY, NO! I don't believe you have -- and what timing! It was just beginning to hurt my feelings.  I was a few days -- hours, perhaps? -- short of regretting a spur-of-the-moment tattoo on my arse in the hopes of impressing you. ” HE IS WASTED, giggly, and at the hem of her mercy. A wretched sight, most definitely, but amicable in their own right -- they’ve earned this round of silliness.  

HER FAULT, REALLY. “ You be careful, now. There are hoards... of women, dying to, uh. Climb this tree, right here. ” The FACE on this one, seconds from erupting into a brand new fit of laughter at his own expense. He’s got an affectionate hold on her waist as if she slots against him effortlessly -- and in all frankness, none of his adoration is in jest. 

“ What’s your angle, Captain? You know I’m broke. Mustn’t be chasing treasure. ”

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chargerled.

                                 mage.  krem  clocks  him  a  few  moments  after  seeing  him,  used  to  spotting  mages  even  if  they  aren’t  looking  to  be  seen.  not  that  this  one  seems  to  be  trying  to  hide  it.  he  snorts  and  shrugs  his  shoulders.  not  his  problem.  not  what  he’s  here  for.  with  the  chief  off  trapezing  the  country  side  with  the  inquisitor,  krem  leads  the  chargers,  taking  them  on  missions  assigned  by  cullen.  mostly  protection  missions,  dealing  with  bandits  or  rogue  mages  and  templars  or  what  have  you.  

                                he  steps  toward  the  blond  man,  clearing  his  throat  to  catch  attention.  ❛  name’s  krem,  we’re  with  the  inquisition.  there  have  been  reports  of  skirmishes  in  the  area.  WE’RE  here  to  help.  if  you’ll  kindly  point  us  in  the  right  direction,  that  is.  ❜

           CURIOUS. he’s the optimistic sort, then? most men clad head to toe in shining armor had a history of approaching with utmost caution. be it naivety or trust, the confidence in krem’s voice is enough to wager the tiniest pinch of a weary smile that anders, of course, would later deny.

the inquisition, the man says. refugees, rebels, they talk -- so the name isn’t exactly foreign. he stops, digs the toe of his boot into a pit of sand almost bemusedly at the thought. 

“ hard to say. where the skirmishes BEGIN, that is. best bet would be following the trail of carnage and fire down that-a-way -- look. you’re a handsome guy. it would probably do you some good to not tell your superiors who you ran into along the way. i have a feeling they wouldn’t appreciate the courtesy you’re giving me, here. ” 

IN ALL FAIRNESS, imperial artists never could get his nose right on the wanted posters.

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“ I knew that the day I met him. “

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                        i did not design this game // i did not name the stakes                     i just happen to like apples // and i am not afraid of snakes                      indie WARDEN MAHARIEL of DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS.

                                                                         piloted by kadian

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Repost, don’t reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: reanna! Nickname: rea, sewer mage Age: 24 Faceclaim: sadly all of my miscellaneous icons were lost in the fire Pronouns: she/her. Height: 5′6 Birthday: feb. 3rd. Aesthetics:  fairies, halloween, black cats, sleepy girls, neon psychic signs

Favorite muse(s) you’ve written: honestly! i have the most fun on This Guy Right HERE

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): i was pretty well sold on writing him from his first line in awakening but ALSO, and most especially....... when he said “those bastards made me get rid of my cat” i knew nobody would be able to pry him from my cold, dead hands

What are your favorite aspects of your current muse: he’s complicated! he’s emotional! he’s got a lot of pieces to him and it’s fun to explore every last nook & cranny. what’s not to love. he owns a “purrvana” and “paws” tshirt and he rides his bike to work

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: pretty lame to say it but definitely @honeycut . like. she’s been my inspiration since day one. her writing always knocks me out of the park, beats me in an alley and says “nobody will believe you”. listen i was gonna go on about actual authors i like but i’m still a little heartbroken, so

Favorite types of threads: oh man. how does anyone pick just One. i like relationship building the most probably? just. seein how our characters jive together. hangouts. long talks. heart to hearts. found family SHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: he wears crocs

Tagged by: my darling @dirthera and i think somebody else but it’s been 7 weeks Tagging: i’m so late to the party that i don’t know who didn’t do this yet so consider yourself tagged 

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hm hm. sooooome hawke bodycanon shit yayaya

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Anders emerging from the sewers to shame mankind

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[volthen]

ohhh volthen in E1 would be really cute...

drawing meme: emoji + character 

and anders… again i did a random number gen and got A3 so

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cyrran.

﴾ ➼ ﴿ initially, cyrran did not know what step he should take next. try and get closer? speak again? he knew what anders was capable of, but more so he knew fully well the threat justice posed. to this day, the elf had managed to soothe the mage when that vengeful spirit manifested, but it was always done with the utmost care. 

justice’s voice only elicited a deeper frown.

❝you are no longer needed here, justice.❞ stern but quiet, the inquisitor spoke with no fear. inside his stomach twisted, chest tightening, but he only proceeded forward with sure steps. the snarl made him stop in place, expression never changing even as his gut heaved and his mouth went dry. you need to leave, he wanted to affirm, but the prod seemed unnecessary now. 

feet swiftly carried him to anders’ side, arms coming around his hunched form to lend support. cyrran cared little about the mess, fingers lifting to smooth over the elder’s cheek and guide his eyes down. all that could be seen was a soft smile, any hint of anxiety gone.

❝there you are, anders. it’s alright.❞ 

AS IF BEING GUIDED BY LIGHT ITSELF, anders is finally able to stir towards some semblance of consciousness. oh, cyrran. the strong, sweet thing. here he is, mere moments into regaining himself, and he’s already smitten as if the adoration is fresh. perhaps that’s the singular benefit of blotches in his memory -- those of which getting worse by the year. hour, even. 

he hopes with all his heart that he will never forget that face for good.

“ what did i do? ”

having not been religious since his preteen years doesn’t take away from the fact that he prays -- and oh, maker, he prays -- that nobody slain is an innocent. their armor and faces often speak for themselves, and so he spares the moment to scan the area around them, still clutched onto the elf’s shoulders for physical support.

templars.

“ ... it’s over then, yeah? i’m beginning to agree with the masses on this one, love. it may be in the inquisition’s best interests to leave me at home. away -- far away. i’m so, so sorry. ”

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ARIA.

           The guffaw that threatens to rip from her mouth is only barely kept in check, and only so long as her mouth is sealed. Silent, she muses over which of the starcrossed pair will present a pelt and make the courtship official. One of them ought to – it benefits no one to carry on like a heathen human.

Her own eyes follow the allegedly INFATUATED creature, the commander finally exhaling a chuckle to answer its master. Drawing her gaze back towards Anders, Aria’s smile proves a moon-pale reflection of his own delight. An answer remains an answer, however, and her amusement is just as strong as.

“Probably, but I am not sure either of us were raised to know better.” She can imagine some noble in Denerim clutching their pearls at such breach of decorum, and a lupine slant overtakes her grin as she steps further into the room. “Such a feast you offer me. I am truly blessed on this day.”

         “ YES, I KNOW. And there is no need to be so modest in your thanks. I’d love to hear more over our equipment-nibbling. ” Anders makes an overbearing show of stepping behind her, knees propping up higher than necessary to travel such a short distance. It is a quest, for him, as is every other mundane action -- or at least a long-running gag he’s yet to retire since his Joining.

“ So, Commander, ” he wardened, wardenly. “ I have a proposition. In fact, I’ve several. And I have written them down as not to forget. ” For a second or two he is transfixed in paper-shuffling, maneuvering coarse digits through a sea of scribbles until successfully locating a very juvenile TO DO list. What comes next is, in its essence, a fundamental snuggle.

“ I’m your favorite here, yes? So these will be taken seriously? Wonderful. Let us begin. Firstly, to boost morale, I propose a poetry contest to take place every other evening. We will get drunk, say words, and laugh. Secondly, it would be in mine and probably everyone else’s best interests to partake in a mission on the beach of Rivain. The water is crystal clear, they say. ”

UNPROFESSIONALLY, HE DAYDREAMS OF THE SAND BETWEEN HIS TOES. “ What’s next... Ah! This one is crucial. I’d like to be rid of Oghren. He annoys me. ”

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boundstaff.

         “Seven years, burn scars.” He answers bluntly, moving further into the hut and doing as he’s asked, taking a seat. There’s an obvious aura of anxiety around Clancy as he looks around, jaw tight. He knows he doesn’t have much of a choice, but it’s still not something he’ll enjoy.

        Exhaling, he carefully removes the gloves that travel up to the crooks of his elbows, putting them on the table beside him. Arms are placed on the table as well, and the scars are obvious; raised, distorted skin that is a messy mix of shades of red and bruised colour. It feels like they’re on fire all over again, Clancy gritting his teeth as he lets out another long exhale. He looks…uncomfortable, almost embarrassed.

     “ VERY UPFRONT. Good on you. ” He walks half a dozen steps or so to pull a curtain closed, granting the small room a modicum of privacy. “ ... It’s just us. If you can, try to relax a little, yeah? ” All of his years spent specializing in healing at least removed any automatic flinch reflex upon seeing injuries -- and the last thing he figures the boy would want to witness is a look of sympathy pain. 

It looks sore. Almost fresh. “ Seven years, you said? ” The expression Anders gives him is almost casual, both hands now tentatively moving to rest over the affected skin. An aura of cold mist deflects off of his fingertips, enhanced only by his concentrated hum. “ You’re a mage, then. And you’re in good company. ” Weary is his smile. “ Accidentally set a barn on fire when I was twelve, if it makes you feel better. As awful as it is to say, I do hope these marks are self-inflicted, and not the work of somebody spiteful. ”

The next few moments pass in silence, his brows drawn downward to better focus his energy on his magic. A pause, an exhale, and then a release. “ As I’m sure you know, the relief will be temporary -- but I have some herbs you can take with you for when the pain starts flaring up again. And, uh, if you could do me a favor, you can also take home some specially baked bread one of the ladies keeps bringing me. I keep telling her I don’t like walnuts. Do you like walnuts? Walnuts do not belong in bread. Maker bless her, and so on. ”

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… helo … this started out as a warmup yesterday but then i decided to vaguely brush up on it … some casual skyhold outfits for hawké