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@magerightsandkittens
{It's Munday and even though I don't really habe the energy to do threads right now, I wanted to post a thing! Here I am, letting out my inner child. Look at my weak noodle arms. Look at the inconsequent tanning. This is my life.}
KNOWING YOUR PARTNER CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.
– BASICS.
• NAME: Viktor • PRONOUNS: He/Him • SEXUALITY: Gay as hell! • TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single & ready to mingle
– THREE FACTS.
I got two kitties and two horses (of which only one will remain after next Monday)
I am a western rider and I prefer to ride bitless
I work at an animal shelter and will continue to do so for two more weeks before my volunteer year is over.
– EXPERIENCE.
• HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I don’t even know when I started roleplaying. Perhaps 7 years ago? I don’t know. I really don’t. I can’t recall a time on tumblr in which I have not been roleplaying, even if it wasn’t on tumblr. • PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: E-Mail, Chatzy, fanfiktion.de chatrooms, tumblr, Skype, Discord, that homestuck rp hellhole, WhatsApp, Telegram App. I prefer Skype, Discord and e-Mail over tumblr, to be honest. • BEST EXPERIENCE: I had one rp that lasted over 1 1/2 years and we used Skype and actual snail mail for it. It was great. Also my first attempt with this Anders blog before all went to shit, when I was still rping with that one Zevran I lost contact to.
– MUSE PREFERENCES.
• FEMALE OR MALE: I honestly don’t care, though I gotta say I had some bad experiences with female OCs which is the reason Anders is wary about some particular types of women. • FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I love when Anders hates someone and they start getting along and become really good friends and both H A T E it. Also if it fits and I feel chemistry, I am SO up for shipping and romance and fluff! • PLOTS OR MEMES: I absolutely love memes of all kinds, but I gotta say the best thing for me is just speculating about characters and how they might fit together and what might happen if we throw them into different situations. • LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I like both, but it really has to fit the situation! • BEST TIME TO WRITE: I would say in the middle of the night when it is so close to get early to the morning and you know you can sleep in and the nights seem like an eternal moment. • ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I wish I wasn’t like Anders, but yes, I love cats, have a very bad timing, love dumb puns and do very irrational things.
- TAGGING.
@always-the-fall-guy @nicecrimeyouhavearoundhere @pelle-lavellan
TAGGED BY: @hemorrhaging
Send my muse a kink and they'll rate it based on interest
NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS
hemorrhaging:
[ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ] ℋ ;; – Mages are not so easily caged, though he believed Anders wouldn’t try anything yet. They both know that Astor is more than capable of fending for himself– the added knowledge of his being maleficarum only making that more worse. Dangerous as he was, he is not hostile now. Few received his mercy in the past and had this meeting happened a year ago, he’s not sure he’d be able to remain so collected in the presence of this particular person.
“It’s 9:41, Anders. It’s been four years since the rebellion in Kirkwall,” – since he’s effectively ruined his life and forced him to commit genocide. That bit doesn’t leave his mouth, though the frown that grew on his face at the mention of Kirkwall is enough to indicate he’s thinking about it, about what Anders lied to him about and all those they lost in the fire.
“Did you come this way immediately after you ran away from me? Did you make stops in other places?”
A slow nod of his head was all Anders was capable of at the very moment. He knew what Astor really had wanted to say. He knew the words that kept silently floating between them, the unspoken, yet present accusation. Four years. Four years of solitude. Four years of a war he himself had started for good. After a long moment of silence, he sucked in his lower lip, chewed on it for a second, then released it and looked up at Astor.
“It was not the first stop. I looked for my parents at my former family home. Then I fled here. I figured there would be no one to hurt if I stayed here. Apparently, however, trouble does seem to follow me even to this place.”
multimusemania:
@magerightsandkittens
“Ma'am. Please, I promise I won’t cause trouble! I… I heard about this place from a friend and… and I can help! I can cook or clean or-or I can make poultices and potions! Please!” A woman’s voice pleads outside the clinic walls. She has strange markings on her body, like vines on a trellis, and her hair is almost white as snow.
Soon, she’s arguing with two would-be bouncers about letting her go, that they’re pressing too hard on her markings and it’s hurting her. “Please! No one will hire me! I-I don’t need to get paid! Please!” She cries. “Please, Varric told me that the warden needed an assistant!”
Anders had just started to clean up the clinic after a particularly bloody patient, scrubbing the tables until the bloodstains were mostly gone. Small beads of sweat had formed on his forehead during the process, the little sun that made it’s way through the windows heating up the underground clinic even worse than it heated the pavement in hightown.
The air was thick and reeked of the sewers and various kinds of body fluids, the smell so prominent that his already aggressive ‘guards’ were in an even worse mood, at least if he went by the sounds that came through the door. With a deep sigh, Anders made his way to the entrance, a firm hand on one of each guard’s shoulders. “Leave her be. I want to talk to her.”
hi
{Hey there! I have returned. I am still in shock and grief over the losses of both my oldest horse and my oldest cat and my depression sure still fucks me up, but I think my drive to write might have come back. I will need some time to adjust and I certainly will drop some threads (also limit the amount of people I rp with due to me being 100% overwhelmed with life) but WELP, here I am!
ALSO I am currently at work and sorting out some legal stuff, so feel free to send me a message if you wanna pick up our old threads or start new ones? I will probably pick out two or three people I’m gonna keep rping with for now!}
{Depression has a tight grip on me right now, so I'll probably not have the energy to reply to threads atm. Happy to chat in private, though, the muse is there, but the energy isn't}
;; —– ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ s ᴏ ᴏ ᴛ ᴄ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ ɴ ʙ ʟ ᴏ ᴏ ᴅ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ; ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ. – ℋ
{Work is tough right now and I just got a second horse, so replies may take a pretty long time. Still up for chatting, but my concentration is at zero percent right now.}
liikkua:
PEOPLE SHOULD DO THAT MEME WHERE THEY MAKE VOICE RECORDINGS ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABOUT THEIR MUSES
I FUCKING LOVE THAT SHIT I LOVE HEARING PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THEIR CHARACTERS
Now the ｄａｍａｇｅ is done
I can’t escape, can’t run
Can’t undo what I’ve done
It isn’t all bad It isn’t all good We’ll never get it all right, but we can make it w o r k
liikkua:
PEOPLE SHOULD DO THAT MEME WHERE THEY MAKE VOICE RECORDINGS ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABOUT THEIR MUSES
I FUCKING LOVE THAT SHIT I LOVE HEARING PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THEIR CHARACTERS
I’ll STAND my ground && NEVER back down
Go find him, Pounce. He needs you.
always-the-fall-guy:
Fall nearly stopped walking at the mention of how they spoke common, their steps faltering as a blush crept up their neck all the way to the tips of their ears. They had always been so insecure about the way they spoke, however they weren’t angry for it being mentioned, they weren’t even surprised. It was only a matter of time, really.
“I ‘ave a pretty good grasp a languages, I guess.” Their tone never faltered as they spoke to show how embarrassed they truly were, it only seemed to be a light touch of the feeling when it was really gnawing at their chest. After that they clamped their mouth shut, looking towards he ground as they walked.
Anders immediately realized he hurt Fall, his chest tightening. “It’s not the vocabulary or the pronounciation. Those are really good. It’s just... you make it sound so much less formal. You know how to make it sound formal. You speak Ander like a nobleman and it’s one of the toughest languages I know.”
This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. He shouldn’t have kept talking. Oh Maker, why did he always have to make things worse than they already were?
