#praesiidio

[hornsup]

how tall is krem brulee

i put him at 184cm / about 6′ft 

[oculare]

LIFTS HIM UP. THROWS HIM.

REST IN PIECES

[prodigalborn-blog]

Ya’ll  I  can  HEAR  Ludger’s  hair  turning  grey

[compassionsblade-archive-blog]

hello yes i am here i heard kisses

ghosty kid kissing booth 1/5

Cole used to think he was tall, but looking up at Junko’s imposing figure he’s not so sure anymore. She’s more than tall. She’s regal. Like a knight from one of the old stories that you’re not supposed to like anymore once you’re old enough to work the fields. There’s a softness to her too, behind the hard shell of armor and discipline. Kindness. A gentle but powerful surety. 

It’s pure impulse that makes Cole reach up on tiptoes to kiss her cheek. A sudden, dangerous urge that he’s given in to before he even realizes it’s there. Cole rocks back onto his heels, feeling the beating of his heart all the way up in the back of his throat. He hopes that the shadow of his hat hides the way his entire face burns. 

[lucernimaevaris]

@praesiidio

when did she get there? Junko immediately stopped, two-handed sword mid swing and frozen in hand, as she shifted her gaze to the mage behind her who she had almost, no doubt, smacked. Carefully she lowered her blade and stood straight, readjusting her stance to a more amiable one as she took the opportunity to glance the Magister up and down.  

“Sorry. Surely you could have conjured a barrier or something though. I would not really hit you–” Magister or no, she had shown no real hostility towards Junko so she had little reason to be hostile in return. Plus, she was pretty. that helped significantly. “–Not unless you were into that.”

Maevaris was lucky to have caught the glint of light from the blade when the backswing of the sword nearly hit her. Truth be told, it was Mae’s fault for wandering too close to the training grounds, admiring the old architecture of Skyhold, when she should have been watching where she was going. 

Not that she’d be willing to admit that.

“Not all of us are versed in Spirit magic.” She remarked, glancing the woman over. Orlesian, if she read the accent properly. But she certainly had a sharp tongue on her. She had that in common with the other orlesians she had met. A brow quirks as she continues, turning what started as a chastising remark into a...flirting one?

“Certainly not with swords involved but...” She trails off, shaking her head lightly. “Forgive me, I don’t suppose we’ve had the pleasure of meeting?”

[boundstaff-blog]

iikranay replied to your post “hc: clancy isn’t big on dogs. He doesn’t hate them but he finds them...”

boy have i got a snake-loving, dog-hating blood mage friend for you.

you terrorise junko with your genital discussions, away with you.

[hathlostway]

does sam have any face left after all those punches holy shit

he’s doing better then iron bull right now honestly

[chargerled-blog]

👊 hello :O

PUNCH HIM || accepting

 the  punch  catches  him  by  surprise  and  he  rocks  back,  barely  managing  to  stay  on  his  feet.  there’s  power  behind  it  and  he  KNOWS  he’ll  have  a  lovely  shiner  in  the  coming  days.  growling,  he  pushes  off,  lunging  at  his  attacker  and  hits  back  expertly,  throws  his  full  weight  behind  the  punch.  

 pulling  back,  he  glares.  ❛  what  the  fuck  was  that  for??  ❜  he  can’t  THINK  of  anything  he’s  done  recently  that  warrants  getting  punched  but  that  doesn’t  necessarily  mean  he  HASN’T.  still,  it  would  be  nice  to  know  why  he’s  getting  punched  before  it  happens.  arms  cross  over  his  chest  as  he  waits  and  he  realizes  two  things.  one:  she’s  WAY  taller  than  he  is,  tall  enough  that  he  has  to  look  up.  two:  he  has  NO  CLUE  who  she  is.  he  blinks,  face  twitching.  

 ❛  who  ARE  you??  ❜