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Anyway, blog list and d*scord drop:

agentkahlua -- Kingsman based original character. active and current main blog.

alcoholicstark -- Tony Stark. active.

vaguelytired -- 616 Clint Barton. active.

russianmade -- dark!Bucky Barnes. semi-active.

          He’s back in that bloody Chantry lowering Karl’s limp body to the floor; blood’s metallic stench mixing with that overbearing incense—empty prayers to an absent god. Not that he’s ever been the praying sort——he hazards a wild guess that she is.

         “ I… It’s not like I can just flip a switch. Ok… Maker… Look… Firstly, I’m not going to ask you for a single tarnished copper——or any other payment for that matter. Let’s make that abundantly clear. Secondly, I can… I can heal the bruising, those welts on his wrists. Make him comfortable at least…” Bloody Templars needing little excuse to punch down, the boy must have struggled. Anders beckons for them to follow, leading Kalyn to an empty cot. It’s sickening how compliant the lad is, obediently tilting his head this way and that at the slightest touch as he examines the extent of the injuries. There’s not even a reflective flinch when the bruising along his jawline is carefully prodded for broken bone or dislocation. On the surface, there’s nothing a decent salve can’t cure but those quiet, vacant eyes watch his every gesture. Very unnerving. 

          “ He can stay here. He’ll be relatively safe until I figure something out… That’s the best I can offer. ” 

Her relief at his dismissal for any sort of payment is so strong and palpable that it almost makes her feel more sick than she had already been. This should not have happened; if only she had spoken up...but then she would be Tranquil instead and what good would that have done.

Charlotte watches as the healer helps her friend as best he can, teeth damaging the flesh on the insides of her cheek as she gnaws away at it in her anxiety. It wouldn’t take the Templars long to notice that both she and Kylan had disappeared from the Gallows, if they hadn’t already. She should leave...but she stayed put for now, apprehensive as her mind supplied her with the likely punishments were she to return alone.

“You offer more than I truly had any right to expect,” she admits after a moment, lips set into a dejected pout as green eyes remain on Kylan for a moment longer for before looking to the blond mage. “Thank you. Really. I know he would appreciate this too if he were...himself.”

But he isn’t and he never will be again.

and you give me shit for having so many blogs

PLEASE REPOST INSTEAD OF REBLOGGING.

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

Charlie McMahon Delila MacKenna ( @brckenkindness ) Tony Stark ( @drunkenwarmonger ) Sam Winchester ( @samthesaviour ) Regina Mills ( @wickedredapple ) dark!Bucky Barnes ( @russianmade ) Sterling Archer ( @greatestspyever ) Gaby Teller ( @littlechopshopgirl​ but hiatus ) werewolf oc Darren Stone ( @itsawerewolfinnit​  but hiatus)

HAVE PLAYED:  

Amy Pond (deleted) (previously canon but now a) dark!Steve ( @adarksoldier ) dark fem!Steve ( @shieldedshedevil / @bloodiedshield ) Eggsy Unwin (deleted basically but @bitmuchinnit ) Toni Stark/fem!Tony ( @morethantin ) Peter Quill ( @spaceagecowboy ) Lady Sif ( @fierceshieldmaiden ) criminal oc Dom Napoletano ( @awickedbusiness ) dark!Natasha Romanoff ( @czariinaromanova ) Renaissance inspired Cinderella ( @princesstilmidnight )

WOULD LIKE TO PLAY

Peter Quill Dom Napoletano Maggie D'Amico ( @mobprincess ) Clint Barton ( @accidentpronebarton if i can ever remember the goddamn login ) Dani McGillicuddy ( @mutantdoctor ) Eleventh Doctor Moonstone/Karla Sofen comic Harley Quinn Carly Shannon/Traveler 3465 Morrigan Donna Noble

TAGGED BY:  @storyspinningspidcr

—✕ █ ▌❝Shame, I was BEGINNING to think to myself — my, that’s a terribly good Warden in the making.❞

Loghain SHIFTS his position so that she’s just hidden from the views of any particularly nosy men in the establishment. Holding onto freedom doesn’t have much BREVITY now that all mages are apostates, but he’d be damned if he’d allow someone to be injured on his watch. He shrugs and takes a heavy drink from his mug, still not quite looking the mage in the eye. This entire situation is a mess, though he is not one for placing the blame on anyone.

❝What would be WORSE — being a soldier in an endless war or a mage locked in a tower?❞

“Your faith in my being a good Warden is thoroughly welcomed -- no matter how wrong you may be.”

                 Anders runs a hand down his face as he rises from the desk he’d been bent over — just as well, he was getting nowhere further than a growing pile of crumpled parchment  ( Maker, how could he make them see… ). Sleep deprived, he barely reacts at first and stares numbly at the two mages who had somehow managed to brave it all the way into Darktown from the Gallows. For Andraste’s sake! If they drew the Templars here… but the urgency in her voice pulls him out of his torpor. “ Where’s he hurt? ” he asks first and then his mouth forms a hopeless “ Oh…” as he registers the sunburst brand on the young man’s forehead—recent and painfully raw. Realization dawns to what she is actually asking him.  Now! It’s fading!… Why do you look at me like that?  He merely shakes his head as Justice stirs, grappling for control.

              “ I can’t. I’m so sorry… ”

                “No! You...you have to fix him!” Her desperation is burning her eyes, the grip she has on her newly-made-Tranquil friend’s hand tight, but he doesn’t complain or even react aside from a murmured ‘you are hurting my hand’. Hearing Kylan’s monotone hurts her almost physically but she tries her hardest to ignore him minutely whilst the remainder of her focus is on making sure no one had followed them down into Darktown.

“Do you always talk to your chess pieces?” Teagan asked, looking at the young woman.  He grinned and moved his Queen across the board, knowing his strategy was off a bit.  However, he’d been getting better once he started playing with Eamon again.  Rowan was always good for a chess game when she was alive.  But he’d fallen out of practice at her illness.  “Still, I think I am the one who cannot defeat this foe.  I think in a few moves, you might have me.”

Charlotte was hiding a smile behind the fingers of a hand holding up her head, the other appendage hovering briefly over the board before making a move that immediately playing made her realise she’d turned the tide of their game without meaning to. “I’ll have you know, Bann Teagan, that only the very best chess players speak to their pieces,” she replied with a faux haughty sniff as she sat back. “And I believe our agreed upon wager was a copious amount of apples were I to win, yes?”