#thedasneedsheroes

[tryvyalsynnes]

@thedasneedsheroes

He looked different now; he stood straighter and seemed wealthier. His hair was still all different lengths but longer and wrapped with a strand of leather. His sword-breaker pauldrons were gone, left behind in Starkhaven; Sebastian had replaced them with better laminar pieces that resembled his gauntlets. He gleamed; the Prince had all the metal parts of his armor resurfaced and enameled black with gold filigree. He bore Starkhaven’s crest on his dark fur-lined cloak and on a placard on his belt.

He had suppression cuffs Sebastian had ordered from Val Royeaux. They were in a separate pouch sewn into his pack; he did not like to touch them. They did the same thing to him they were going to do to Anders; handling them made his tattoos go grey and unresponsive.

Fenris had pursued the mage for three months. Anders was shrewd, and Fenris had nearly lost him when Anders had crossed the Waking Sea, but their game was ending; Fenris was inexorably closing in.

Anders was an impoverished mage, welcome nowhere and fleeing on foot, but Sebastian had made Fenris’ path wide and smooth, given him a small fortune in provisions and his countenance; Fenris had letters of introduction and credit and the power to speak on the Prince’s behalf. He was easily able to get anything he needed; food, lodging, even horses. He guessed he’d gained on the mage steadily, narrowing the distance between them by two days worth of travel in every three, had probably already passed him more than once; he was cutting off the mage’s avenues of escape and beginning to herd and hem him in.

As far as he could tell, Anders had abandoned the North Road and taken to the bush. There was no where else to go. This part of Ferelden was mostly coastal farmland; Fenris had already ruined the two closest villages and every caravan traveling on the road by spreading the word he was searching for a dangerous apostate. That left south and the Ferelden wild. Fenris scanned the foothills and looked up to the mountains beyond, his eyes narrowing.

He’d missed the mage by at least a day, but he was fit, rested and well fed. Anders, he was guessing, was not in near as decent shape. Furthermore, Fenris was going to be able to hunt the mage both night and day, thanks to his elven eyesight.

He started to run, breaking into a long loping stride he could keep up for hours, and disappeared into the forest.

[pelle-lavellan-a]

♡ — my muse and yours (w/ Fairbanks, of course)

Banter Meme ll Accepting

Pelle: Don’t you just hate mysterious puddles?

Fairbanks: I beg your pardon?

Pelle: Mysterious puddles in caves, the woods, anywhere!

Fairbanks: I’m not sure I’m following you

Pelle: Did I step in water? Blood? Moss? Don’t know but it’s in between my toes now

Fairbanks: You could just wear shoes.

Pelle: Don’t be ridiculous. 

[iinxsearchofxisolde-archive]

👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

{Minor acts of affection (hugging, kissing, holding hands etc) he will absolutely do in public. More sexual or aggressive acts not as much. Tristan finds the act of being groped in public especially disrespectful and would react negatively if his partner tried to do it.

When in private it’s a slightly different story. Tristan doesn’t mind his partner being playful with him behind closed doors as he’s more comfortable in those situations. He also is much more physical than he would be out in public settings. 

[emilesmuses]

Here a shout-out to all my fellow multi-muse blogs! I know that it might sometimes hard to find people to RP with you, that some people will write your blog off as ‘too confusing to navigate’ or complain that you have ‘too many muses’, but here a small reminder that you are all still valid RPers and there’s many people out here who love you! <3

@formidablekind​​,  @hauntngs​​,  @hellfiredawn​​,  @cyneraph​​,  @thedasneedsheroes​​,  @cxnvenit​​,  @reprcbates​​,  @fuckingvictus​​,  @blasphemousherald​​,  @horrorempathy​​,  @scarsthatshapeus​​,  @aniente​​,  @thehopefulones​​, 

and feel free to reblog this, tagging your own faves! Spread the love.

[tryvyalsynnes]

@thedasneedsheroes

from here

Eros hesitated in the cage, looking at the open window he was pointed towards. He didn’t know if he could fly away. For all his antics in the cage, he’d done little. His chest and arms (or rather, wings) were tight. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything in more than a day. Would he get far at all?

And so, instead of flying from the cage door, as one might expect of a little wild bird finally being released, the animal walked out onto the table. With luck, he’d time this right so he wouldn’t fall.

Luck however, was not on his side. The bird walked off the table – and suddenly became a man, who fell, naked as the day he was born, straight down onto his ass on the wooden floor.

“Ow…” A quiet voice, hoarse from disuse. And it wasn’t a man, technically, it became immediately clear. It was an elf. An elf close to Fenris’ own height, with messy blonde hair halfway down his back, and pale skin, littered here and there with small scars… and a blue and white tattoo of a griffon covering the entirety of the ball joint of his shoulder.

Not just an elf however, it was clear. Magic tingled across Fenris’ brands, though no spell came. An elf mage – if the bird form hadn’t been a clue already, of course.

An elf mage who remained where he was for the moment, sitting on his bare ass on the floor beside the table, knees bending so that he could press his feet to the floor, and rest his arms on his knees.

“My thanks, friend. I’m… not entirely sure how much longer I would have lasted in there.”

Fenris was tired. He wanted nothing more than to close the shutters, build up the fire, crawl into bed and sleep until the pain of his wounds woke him and he wished the bird would get on with it and leave. He was about to tap the cage to make the bird go when it walked out.

Fenris liked this bird and was a little sorry to see it go, although he was glad it was going live and fly free again. It seemed intelligent, almost as if it would talk if it could. Fenris did not have much experience with birds, but he was beginning to understand why some people liked them as pets.

“Heh.” He laughed; it always struck him as strange, even absurd, that birds sometimes walked when they could fly. They always looked ungainly and they marched; their feet stuck out straight in front of them. This one walked purposefully to the edge of the table and then fell off, which was even funnier.

And then he recoiled at the flash of magical energy and his brands flared reflexively, responding to his fear and cracking to life. The bird was a mage. He had unwittingly let a shapechanger close to him and he had no armor, he was nearly naked and—

But nothing happened; the man was talking, and his voice sounded weak. Fenris was not being hurt by anything other than the feel of mana being discharged. He peeked behind the table and saw a strange naked elf with long golden hair who looked at him seriously and without fear. Fenris thought he saw what looked like a griffon tattoo like Anders’ on his chest.

The mage’s stories came back to him. The Hero of Ferelden had been a blonde elven mage and a shape changer… If the stories Anders told were true, Fenris had no reason to be afraid. He was in the presence of one of the strongest mages in Thedas by his definition of strong, not the world’s, although the world’s mattered too...

“You are… the Warden Commander.” His tattoos flickered out.

Fenris held out a hand to help the elf up, averting his eyes from what was, no doubt, an embarrassing state to be in when meeting a stranger and blushing because he remembered the bird had looked at him when he had stripped so he could bandage himself. He reached for the blanket on his bed and held it out so the mage had something to cover himself with. “You are welcome... my apologies. If I had known who you were, I would have been quicker about letting you out.”

[felandaristhorns]

(less than symbol) + elfroot

SEND < + A WORD AND MY MUSE WILL TELL YOU A MEMORY RELATED TO IT.

“Ah, elfroot. Such a versatile, useful herb - the most common ingredient in most healing potions and poultices. Though I did once encounter someone who had the most startling allergic reaction to it; the poor man broke out in hives and nearly suffocated as his throat swelled. Allergic to the most common of healing ingredients! Treating him must be an absolute nightmare; I’m glad he was merely passing through our clan at the time... though I do wonder what became of him. Or, indeed, if he still survives. That the plant is as common as a weed makes one hope he remains well away from the wilderness.”

[nyf-archive]

thedasneedsheroes replied to your post:      like this for a starter from one of my girls...

Meredith and Eros for some double Warden fun?

double trouble lmao <3

[ofxelvhen]

🔥 - for Evelynn

Sinday Headcanons

Eve is actually very pro casual sex. She’s indulged in it before and would again simply because, she feels, it’s sometimes just nicer to have a partner instead of doing it yourself. She’s open about this sexual history with any partner she has before the first time they have sex (if they do.) She’s poly and definitely open to open relationships but she’s also very good at telling when a romantic partner would not be able to handle it. She can be monogamous and will commit to only them when in the relationship if necessary. And while she is capable of abstaining from sex indefinitely for her partner she also actually really likes sex. Especially with those she loves. She always thinks it’s Better when with someone she loves though it’s almost always Good.