#templararmor

[bornpariah-a]

                 A great sigh builds in his chest with the force and weight of a thousand mountains, exasperation working its way into every crevice of his very being as he drapes himself over Cullen’s body, entirely disrupting —— whatever that he was doing. Nothing truly important, surely. There are more important things to pay attention to, thank you very much.

                                   Such as him.

@templararmor​ // how quickly are we going to make this stupid long

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mason, thinking about cullen, her new shitty project crush: he needs some MILK

[hiraecies-a]

“ don’t take it too personally. ” for marigold (:

miscellaneous.  /  accepting.

She’s shaking.

BE A GOOD GIRL, MARIGOLD.  STAY QUIET, MARIGOLD.  IF YOU STAND UP FOR THEM THEN THE TEMPLARS WILL TURN ON YOU AND THEY WILL HURT YOU AGAIN.  THEY WILL HURT YOU, MARIGOLD, LIKE FATHER HURT YOU, AND YOU WILL DESERVE IT.  STAY QUIET, MARIGOLD.

Her hands won’t stop shaking.  They hang open and trembling by her sides, burnished eyes lowered and darting.  He’d threatened one of the mages in the ranks and she’d overheard.  Don’t take it too personally, he said, meant to be a comfort.  YOU’RE NOT LIKE THE OTHERS ONES.  It doesn’t change anything.  He’d threatened one of the mages.  The Templar threatened one of the mages.  She remembers this.

(  remembers the sound of armored hands meeting bare flesh.  remembers the sound of sobs and cries.  remembers being a monster and doing nothing out of fear / out of cowardice / out of selfishness.  )

The Templar could hurt you if you stand up, Marigold.

Father beat her head against the fireplace and when she shouted and sobbed he only got angrier.  The Templar pushed her to the ground when she panicked because he grabbed her.  The Templar reached for her hair and yanked her head up to face him.

He threatened one of the mages.  He could hurt you if you stand up, Marigold.

She feels tears prick at her eyes and blinks them back.

YOU ARE NOT IN THE CIRCLE ANYMORE, MARIGOLD.  YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULD STOP BEING A COWARD, MARIGOLD.

Her hands will not stop shaking even as she curls them slowly into fists.

IF YOU STAY QUIET YOU ARE JUST AS BAD AS THE TEMPLARS, MARIGOLD.

Her eyes raise and catch his FINALLY, and they are afraid but her brows are furrowed and her teeth are grinding behind her mouth.  Her fists curl tighter.  NO MORE.

“N - no,” she says, stutter catching her voice but somehow doing nothing to soften the syllable.  THE MAGE steps towards him and for once she looks her height, for once she seems taller than he is —— YET SHE IS STILL TERRIFIED.  SHE IS STILL AFRAID OF HIM.  BUT SHE WILL NOT LET FEAR BE THE THING THAT MAKES HER MONSTROUS.  She says again, “No, Cullen.

Be brave, Marigold.

“You will not threaten my mages.  You will NOT threaten the mages under my protection.”  Her teeth bare.  Empty lungs empty chest terrified but YOU SWORE, MARIGOLD.

Her voice lowers, every word slow and careful and far more solid than the sword upon his hip.  “Are we fucking clear?”

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@templararmor replied to your post:

cullen’s right u know

ahvir is right that boruto is a wonderful anime (  the manga blows  ) so eat ass

[bowarisen]

     ❛❛ I  AM  PLEASED  TO  OFFER  MY  SERVICES  WHEREVER  NEEDED        ❜❜     punctuating  genuine  offerance  of  aid  with  careless  salute   ,   perhaps  more  mocking  of  the  tense  air  permeating  office  alight  with  flickering  candle  flame.  atmosphere  such  as  this  only  push  at  fraying  nerves  ,  will  to  please   &   elate  provoking  ill  timed  humor.     ❛❛ i  have  done  my  fair  share  of  battles   &   the  front  lines  are  just  as  welcoming  as  the  shadows  ever  were.  be  it  bow  or  sword,  TELL  ME  what  needs  done   ,   commander. ❜❜

@templararmor   /   sc. 

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Blackwall stroked his beard thoughtfully as he watched some of the newest bout of recruits start their exercises for the day. They were as clumsy as they were young, and he scoffed and paced closer to where Commander Cullen was standing. “Where did you find this bunch, working a corn field?”

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templararmor replied to your post

blessing the rain? big mood

now it can be ur big mood for one hour just for 0.99

[bornpariah-a]

            ❝ ——— The penmanship leaves much to be desired, ❞ he passes judgment as if he is the Inquisitor, sprawled in a chair which he may or may not have levitated up to Cullen’s ridiculous quarters, part undressed and sickeningly casual. Pants / close fitting shirt / Cullen’s cloak / bare feet / letter in hand grabbed from a pile which he skims lazily, smile curving at his mouth half amused / half vicious. Yet another besotted Orlesian ( he peers at the name ) woman, swooning after the Commander. ❝ The prose even more so. She describes your eyes as glimmering jewels bluer than the sea. Never mind the fact that she’s wrong —— this turn of phrase is CRIMINAL. ❞

@templararmor // here’s yet another thread, ♥ you

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@templararmor replied to your post:

i’m the cullen

callout post for @templararmor: doesn’t believe cullen is an incel

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@templararmor replied:

well there’s no accounting for taste

things ahv says 2 dorian

[makercursed-a]

@templararmor​  ♡

Scarred. calloused hands grip the back of the wooden chair so tightly her knuckles turn white as she glares at the man across from her. As a child, before she learned to control her magic, it would burst forward when she was upset-a natural defence system against whatever was causing the distress. It hasn’t happened in years, but part of her wishes it would happen now; at least then she could claim Cullen dying was an accident. 

Unfortunately her magic stays safely tucked away where she has trained it to be, and Cullen continues to live and breathe across from her. Perhaps it’s for the best. After all she couldn’t kill him without bringing the entirety of the Inquisition down on top of her. The thought is there though, as is the barely contained rage bubbling under her skin at the sight of him. 

“Knight-Captain.”  the words are spat through gritted teeth and oh if looks could kill. A voice at the back of her mind whispers that they could, if only she’d accept some help but she pushes it away. This man isn’t worth becoming an abomination for. “I hear you think the Herald should appeal to Templars for help. I’m curious what you think they could do to close the breach-tear it away from it’s family and threaten it with Tranquillity. perhaps?” 

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“Ending up with my heart cut out - that will serve me right, will it?” (:

‘Stardust’ sentence meme

status // accepting

@templararmor​

MAYBE IT WOULD, he cannot help but think.  after all, THE BLOOD SPILT of one templar ( retired or not ) would be nothing compared to the THOUSANDS of mages lost to the circle.  && seeing how the commander of who knows what was under ANDERS GRASP, it’s at least fair to say it would be an easy win.

but anders had options, && he had to mull through them to see what would be the wisest decision.

HE COULD simply abandon cullen, leave the man for the beasts of the wilds without another care in the world...  or, he could RELEASE HIM-- tear away his bindings before anders ran off himself.  but of course, that left open the risk of cullen turning around && apprehending him, the ex-templar having the right edge over the mage in muscle && in height.  perhaps...  he could keep him prisoner-- but for how long?  of course anders could easily blend into the crowd, acting innocent as he talked to merchants here && there, for most knew not his face, only HIS NAME && his title-- but then again, that was something that cullen could clearly take advantage of if && when the time came for anders to venture off && find more supplies.

no, he needed to think his choices over-- sure, killing cullen would be so much easier, but anders didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction of proving him right, making it seem like anders was just another blood thirsty mage that could kill on sight if he so desired.  

“enough with the theatrics.”  anders sighed, crossing his arms over his legs as he hugged them to his chest as he sought out warmth from the chill.  “typical of templars-- “ he clicked his tongue against his teeth  “always seeing the worst in mages...”

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@templararmor liked your post:Meanwhile, Varric:  I deserved this?????

hey maybe we should watch how this plays out from your roof and drink

[bornpariah-a]

                    Something has settled beneath his skin itching / spreading / tightening and he shifts around it, within it, tries to find a place where it FITS, knowing full well that it fits nowhere. His mind is a strange static hum and he grapples at ragged edges and leaves his phone in his bag last text message on READ. ( he had turned on read notifications just to make a point. take that, father, a petulant part of him says. )

                    Something has settled beneath his skin and his liver craves toxicity but he reaches for tea, instead. Kettle screams and he breathes and holds the warm mug securely as he makes his way to Cullen’s side, curling against / around / within him. No room for hesitation, any longer. Watches the overly bright screen ; waits for his tea to steep.

                ❝ ——  A riveting article recently informed me that video games are poisoning the minds of today’s youth, ❞ familiar words familiar shape familiar smell familiarity. ❝ Think of the children, Cullen. ❞

@templararmor // you sure as fuck didn’t ask for this, and yet

[idolbound-a]

templararmor replied to your post “Anyways, in an Academia AU, Meredith would be that awful professor...”

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cullen is the poor masters student that she is supervising, and she genuinely Likes him and his efforts, so she’s nice to him, but she’s also a hard ass and probably shuts down a lot of new ideas that he has. also he’s a TA for one of her classes and the students hate going to her so they just go to him instead.

[hiraecies-a]

@templararmor

        “Ah --- Commander.”  She had tucked herself away outside the Gardens; to pray.  Many come to this spot, but she hadn’t expected him.  She does not know what to make of the man, truth be told --- of his sorrow or his faith or his bigotry.  He is broken, and she does not know how to fix him.  She imagines he doesn’t, either.  “I can leave, if you prefer to be alone.”