JUSTICE/VENGEANCE.

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 [ . . . ]  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 .

[panacaes]

. . . 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏 𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘚, 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘊𝘈𝘛𝘊𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋-𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘋 𝘑𝘈𝘞 𝘈𝘚 𝘐𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘓𝘈𝘟 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘐𝘛    [ . . . ]    𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋, 𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘏𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘍 𝘐𝘛, 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘎 ‘𝘛𝘐𝘓 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘚 𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘌    /    𝘉𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘎𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘐𝘛 𝘈𝘓𝘓  𝘎𝘕𝘈𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘚 , 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘕𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 .

[panacaes]

hi, today i will think about anders just wanting to be accepted and live happy

[panacaes]

today i give you nothing. tomorrow? who knows.

[crystcrium]

          … ASSORTED MULTIMUSE FEAT. FINAL FANTASY & DRAGON AGE MUSES.

[panacaes]

chmpion​.

she lets out a sigh at that,  & smiles,  & for just a moment,  she feels content.  not for long,  however,  as a concerned frown soon makes its way onto her lips at his words ;  her hold around his arm tightens ever so slightly,  almost protectively so.    ❛    how so?    ❜    mumbled into his shoulder,  words laced with worry,  much as she tried to hide it.    ❛    need me to punch someone?    ❜    (    added as a joke,  but there is some genuineness to her proposal    ).

“Hmm? I suppose Wardens aren’t exactly... popular now. Not unexpected, with all that’s going on...” He notes the tightening of her arms   &&   finds it not unexpected; with the events that dragged them here kidding and screaming, he too feels a similar disturbed sensation of anger at the prospect of her endangered once more; he relishes in it, almost, the sensation of being protected   /   the want to protect. “I could start a list, if you’d like. But a lot of them are Templars and that might show bias.”

[panacaes]

seahaloed​.

“Why do you think I invite you and Daisy over for cards, Blondie?” Varric teases as he unhooks his thumb from his necklace. He didn’t bother mentioning that he had his fingers in plenty of pies to pay off the Coterie no problem, not to mention the Deep Roads expedition, despite everything, had set him up for life.

(and the next two generations of little tethrases if there ever were any.)

Varric also doesn’t mention the fact that he believes strongly in Anders’ mission of helping people. Kirkwall wasn’t a fantastic place, but his clinic was one of the few places that was doing a net positive by all means. Varric’s seen that the Chantry’s hospitality only traveled so far, and never this deep into Kirkwall, so if someone was looking out for them? How was Varric not supposed to invest in the well-being of one mage with good intentions to help his home.

“I gotta earn my money back somehow, and you two have terrible poker faces in fantastically different ways… and perhaps you’re good company—” he waved his hand lazily, giving an easy grin to Anders.

It’s a kindness Anders doesn’t quite know what to do with; like he’s been handed a basket of snakes in the middle of the night, somewhere in Hightown,   &&   left to figure it out himself  — not unappreciated, just odd, with how he’s lived his life   /   how he’s seen people act, Varric’s little offhanded moments of kindness are just that; unexpected. Appreciated. Anders finds himself laughing.

“Oh. So it’s enjoyment, then. You just like watching Fenris take me for everything I’ve got.” He jokes back, putting on this mock little sigh though those words spoken are entirely truthful. He likely owes that man more money than he’ll ever hold. Teaches him to gamble when he’s about as good at lying as he is not being a mage.

“Thank you, Varric. I’ll find a way to repay you someday.” Can’t get too comfortable though; knowing what’s to come, this kindness won’t last  —  but that’s a musing for another, more dramatic day,    &&   Anders knows not to delve too deep in the company of others. He adopts a little expression that borders on apologetic. “Not with coin, though, if I keep coming to your little meetings.”

[panacaes]

“Well, not sure about the whole drinking darkspawn blood or the fade thing you did, but it’s a lot more fun chasing after people with you than it is getting... chased. Though we do a lot of running.” / @waridens​

[panacaes]

"Love what you’ve done with the place. You’ve certainly got some people who might disagree with you, but... hey, you didn’t shove the mages back in their circles. So. That’s a plus.” / @chokethelight​ @ nick.

[panacaes]

“That dog is going to be the death of me.” As if he wasn’t petting it’s head as they spoke, though with an air of disdain floating around in his expression. “An entire hour it lay on me this morning - an hour! I could have died. How haven’t you after have this little creature for so long?”  / @chmpion.

[panacaes]

“So where to? After all of this, I mean. You don’t seem inclined to wile your days away at Vigil’s Keep.” A pause, somewhat hesitant. “And I’m not inclined to either; maybe I’ll tag along! You can’t be rid of me that easy, you know.”   / @mercyburned​

[panacaes]

"So you’re him, then? The Inquisitor?” He sort of looks him up and down, eyes flitting from head to toe. “I expected you to be taller. You know how bar stories are. Size of an ogre or nothing for any story.”   / @lordherald​.

[panacaes]

mercyburned​.

     ❛ you’re out of fresh air ?   well,  shit.  guess we’re all just gonna die then. ❜   the amell estate was something she’d bought back for her mother’s sake,  and to get out of gamlen’s shack in lowtown.  but margo was fereldan to the bone and couldn’t seem to feel comfortable with the high ceilings and ostentatious decorations and everything else that had once meant  ‘ amell. ’    without asking for permission,  margo hopped up on one of the work tables,  gripping the edges with both palms and swinging her long legs back and forth.  ❛ c’mon.  let’s go for a walk or something.  i don’t want to be at the estate…  mother keeps trying to introduce me to suitors if i’m home for more than five minutes. ❜

“Considering I take up residence in Darktown, you’d be surprised how little fresh air we get. I’d buy it packaged, if I could, anything that doesn’t smell like shit.” Eloquent as always, he turns attention fully towards her; watches her hop up on the table   &&   prays to himself he wiped it down earlier, ‘fore leaning back against the one behind him; he’d not say no to a walk. Sounded like they could both use time away from their current residence. Still; wouldn’t be Anders if he didn’t slip in a little joke.  “Suitors? With money, you’d think? Well, if they’re handsome, let them know there’s another apostate in town.” He laughs at himself. If you can’t, who else will? “Sure. I’d love to. Things are quieting down here, anyhow; somewhere out of town, preferably?” 

[utopians]

Time to go be transgender at the grocery store

[panacaes]

queued drafts and things now i vanish once more to play xiv

[panacaes]

okay yes i want to make a little formal (probably unnecessary but it’ll relax me lol) apology for vanishing for a few days: oto much IRL stress, just didn’t feel like being a human being, but im getting back into the swing of things now!!! and im excited to plot and bond w u all. ilu guys. thank uf or the patience there.

[noswordstyle]

Scarred and worn, held and loved

[neko-mancy]

just saw a "only one bed" fic with the major character death warning

[dontbreakthechain]

#i guess that's one way to solve that problem