Simplicitate Cordis Quaerite

Independant. Selective. Multimuse Dragon Age RP blog.

[bloodlaurel]

I can't say that I can change the world but if you let me I can change our world for us.

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Independant. Selective. Dragon Age multimuse RP Blog. ft. Serra Cousland, Avery Hawke, Jasper Trevelyan, Cullen Rutherford, Merrill, Evune'lia and Cornelia Thorne. Written by Dotty (she/her, 30, GMT)

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[selfishisuppose]

@bloodlaurel from HERE ( happy sinday ! )

How did anyone go about telling Jasper that he was no less loveable, just because there was half a limb less of him? It was a question he'd pondered ever since Jasper was no longer in physical distress, but the emotional one had taken over. His identity had been in his physical capabilities, and now he had been reduced to a moping couch potato full of self pity. Which was of course alright, he had a right to his feelings, but there was a thin like between that and slipping into something far worse than the current dark cloud looming over him.

So he took things in his own hands, and for a while that was like biking up a steep hill with a heavy backpack, but a little here and a little there did wonders, like learning that he could now freely take the metro, that so many museums offered free passes as well, and Dorian did his very best to go with him when he could. It had after all been on one of those trips that he earned his first kiss post-accident.

Jasper's love language was a physical one however, which made it so hard to make him feel loved when he didn't feel comfortable in his own body.

Love-making had been reduced to dimmed lights, while all Dorian wanted was for Jasper to see him through his own eyes, see how loved and desired he still is, which had him down a rabbit hole of ideas he had no one to discuss it with except for the therapist at work, and that had eventually given him ideas. Ideas that he was now doing his best to live out.

With the lights on and Jasper flipped so he was facing their mirror he might just see how admired he was, but Dorian wasn't being met by his eyes in that mirror, so he had to take that into his own hands, literally. He knew how to make him melt, how to kiss him to have his knees weak, but it was the hand on Jasper's jaw that was steady as he looked at their reflection, groaning slightly when he finally got eye contact.

He wanted him, all of him, but he wanted Jasper to see himself, to admire the man that Dorian was looking at through the mirror, his fingers slightly wet from Jasper's leaking cock, and he was holding back for now. This time he had a mission. "Then look," he said, forcing his jaw a little harder towards their reflection. "I want you to see how I take you," but most of all how Dorian looked at him in their shared reflection.

The grip on his cock was released however, but not on his jaw, and instead he held his hip, guiding him up from the bed to stand in front of the mirror, Jasper's hand on the wall next to it as Dorian looked over his shoulder, meeting his eyes in their reflection. "I'm going to worship you, if you can't look at yourself look at me, but do it in the mirror." He could say no, but it was certainly worth a try, and he was so hoping Jasper could agree to this as he was trying to speak the language of touch that Jasper was once a fluent speaker of.

[bloodlaurel]

All Jasper saw was how he had changed. How there was a void where there should have been a limb. His mind going back to the many times Dorian had complained about his bike and refused to ride on it. “Donor bikes” that was the phrase both he and Dacey used. Maybe he should have listened to them both and maybe he’d still have two functioning arms.

At least neither of them had given him a gloating “I told you so”. Neither of them must have felt vindicated when it was him lying on the road and in a hospital bed instead of some random stranger.

Even with Dorian holding his jaw so he was forced to look in the mirror, Jasper’s eyes specifically avoided looking at himself. The gold-green flicked to Dorian as he spoke but otherwise tried to focus on anything else. Finally with the explicit command, he focused on Dorian again, biting his lip and trying to not look so viscerally uncomfortable.

His plea hadn’t been rescinded, however. He wanted Dorian to fuck him. He was aware of just how needy and desperate he must seem but couldn’t bring himself to care.

But just in case that wasn’t clear, Jasper arched his back, grinding himself back against Dorian’s cock. If he had to watch then he would but he wanted him to keep his end of the bargain and take him. At least if Dorian was fucking him, his brain would eventually turn itself off and he could just melt into the pleasure of them coming together.

And now with his one hand used to brace himself, he could only rely on Dorian for his own pleasure.

“I’m looking. I’m looking.” Jasper assured him. He kept his gaze firmly fixed on Dorian rather than himself. He loved seeing his expressions when they made love. It was why he teased and tried to rile him up so often. He loved seeing his partner react. He loved cataloging every little twitch of muscle and noise he made.

He supposed he was going to find out what his own looked like now.

[quiisquiliae]

Someone was getting riled up, and Talon couldn't help but smirk. How far could he tease him, he wondered. Not in the middle of the Great Hall, he figured, though the suggestion of sucking him off on the throne was far from a nonchalant joke. Just maybe not this early in the evening.

"Better make up your mind handsome," he said, lips ghosting over the corner of Jasper's jaw. "I don't like bein' kept waitin'." With that, he let go of the other's shirt and took a couple steps back, leaning against one of the tables that lined the edge of the hall, one foot crossed casually over the other.

[bloodlaurel]

Talon pulling away was possibly the worst thing. Jasper bit back on a whine because he had been enjoying the feel of the other man’s lips on his skin and his thigh pressed between his legs. Still, it wasn’t a total denial, only an incentive to get him to decide what he wanted. He didn’t go far.

And in the end, Jasper was not going to say no. After that tease, he was more than happy to let Tal back up his words with action.

But maybe make him sweat a little first.

He gave the other man a wide grin and promptly turned on his heel and walked in the other direction, heading towards the door and the stairs up to his chambers. With any luck, the younger man would take the bait and follow. If not...well, he could still enjoy himself just as much alone as he could with a partner.

[valtsv]

the intricate ritual of fighting back to back against an enemy horde w someone

[valtsv]

the intimacy of knowing your partner’s moves and combat style so well that you adapt your own to complement it so that you form a more effective team in battle

[quiisquiliae]

"Whatever you say darlin'," Talon replied as his teeth grazed against Jasper's jaw. He was here for a good time, and now he had permission? He was also determined to show Jasper one as well.

He shifted closer, nudging a thigh between Jasper's legs. "What ya want hm?" He murmured softly, words peppered with light kisses. "Find a corner and take ya against the wall? Make it an all night thing, see what our good leader looks like when he comes completely undone? Or should I swear my allegiance to ya kneelin' in front of your throne with my head between your legs?"

[bloodlaurel]

Oh Tal was a man after his own heart. He had an absolutely filthy mouth. However all the images he was conjuring were definitely very appealing as was the thigh pressed between his own, pressing against him and just adding to the growing heat starting to pool low in his stomach.

"Decisions decisions." He chuckled. He rolled his hips forward, dragging himself along Tal's thigh. Jasper was used to deferring to what his partner wanted so it felt unusual to be on the other side.

[nekrotisch]

She was the first person to understand when those negative voices were so loud it caused one to take actions they would later regret.

She shifted so she was fully straddling his waist. She could feel his arousal under his boxers pressing against the soaking fabric of her panties. His words old her what he wanted, and she was happy to oblige. Leaning forward to place a kiss on his neck, starting low just above his collar bone. Each placed kiss lingered, trailing to the spot just under his jaw, that place she knew he would melt under being kissed.

Her hips rocked against him, grinding his length against her slit, the fabric of their underclothes slick from arousal. She didn't want to tell him how much she missed this, though mostly what she missed was the connection it brought.

"I love you," she said again, placing a kiss on his lips once more before leaning back. She reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. Only wearing her panties while she sat straddling his hips.

[bloodlaurel]

Cassandra pulled herself further into his lap and his hand found her hip without hesitation. It had always been his job to hold her steady. To help her as they both moved together. He wasn’t entirely sure how much use he was with only one hand but that thought was quickly replaced with nothing at all when her lips pressed against his skin.

Suddenly he held onto her like he would fall if he let go. Her lips were like lightning where they pressed against his neck up to that spot under his jaw. The moment she found it he moaned, unable to stop how his hips bucked.

God he was weak and Cassandra knew how to abuse it. He loved it when she did.

He whined when she leaned away. His instinct was to try and pull her back again. He wanted her so badly. He’d gladly do anything. That thought stuttered into silence when she pulled her sweater over her head leaving her in nothing but her soaked panties.

His eyes trailed across her skin. Every inch he’d become intimately familiar with over the time they had spent together. He traced the familiar lines of her tattoos, the swell of her breasts, the line of her collarbone. Everything about Cassandra was beautiful. Finally his eyes met her’s. They were so blue. The most beautiful shade of blue he was sure existed.

“I love you.” Jasper echoed. He did. He loved her so much. He wanted to prove it to her in the way he knew best.

He pulled her back against him so he could press kisses to her skin in turn. Up the centre of her chest and across the swell of her breasts. His hand trailed up her hip, followed the dip in her waist, and found her breast while he pressed his lips against the other. He wished he had his other hand so badly so he could feel both under his fingers.

Instead he settled for pressing a mutter of “I love you” against her skin with every kiss.

[quiisquiliae]

"I'm right here," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Surely she didn't think he was going anywhere now right? As she started to squirm underneath him however, he let out a breathy oh as he felt her shift around him. She wanted him that way.

He began to slowly thrust his hips, unable to help the moan that came from him. It felt fantastic truthfully, how perfect she was around him. Tightening his grip on her hand, their fingers still interlaced, he pressed his face into her neck. The way she looked at him made him melt, but this had him coming undone even faster. Already he could feel the heat rising in his lower stomach.

Shifting slightly, he pressed a rough, needy kiss to her already bruised lips.

[bloodlaurel]

Yes.

Her body arched into the thrust of his hips, greedy for whatever he gave her. This was what she had been wanting. It might not be what the novels she had read had spoken about exactly but it was real and that was enough for Serra.

She kissed him back, teeth and tongue and hunger. He was her’s just as she was his. Nothing else mattered beyond their bodies coming together. Maker, she wished she’d given in sooner. Wished she could have had him the moment she realised that it was Alaric she truly wanted.

But she had him now and Serra was determined to make it count. Her fingers in his hair keeping him right where she wanted so she could kiss him deeper, little noises being swallowed by Alaric’s mouth. Her other hand gripped his with enough strength to hurt as if she would lose him if she let go.

“I love you.” She pulled back only long enough to say it again before she claimed his lips once more.

[totenstadt]

His little moan caused vibrations onto her clit that only cause her to vocally cry out at the sensation. It also made her realize she was pulling at his hair. He'd always had his hair as well maintained and styled, part of her felt bad about messing it up, the other part of her wanted it messy, to see him undone and unguarded for her.

She leaned her back against the wall as he lifted her other thigh over his shoulder. The image was something she never wanted to forget. Him holding her up, head lifted between the skirts of her shift, and the focus on pleasing her.

She wanted to say she was close, the ever building bundle of pressure at the base of her stomach ever growing with each suck of her most sensitive bundle of nerves. She wanted that release, feeling it ebb and flow. Looking down only when he felt his hand move and suddenly feeling his finger against her entrance. Their eyes locked as she nodded her head, toes curling in anticipation.

"Yes, Cullen...please. I'm so close..." she whispered between mewling moans., not pulling her eyes from his own.

[bloodlaurel]

She was close already. Cullen didn’t like to think of himself as an especially proud man but that definitely was a nice stroke to his ego. He almost smiled against her at that. Instead he redoubled his focus because now the goal of Adelia coming apart was in sight and he was not going to mess it up at the final stretch.

And those eyes, brown and flecked with green. He felt like he could drown in them and be happy.

So with her permission explicit, he pressed inside her slowly and moaned again at the intense heat of her. Velvet and almost burning. His cock twitched, aching to be buried there instead of his finger.

Once he was inside her fully, he pulled back and pressed forwards once again. Testing to see if it was alright. Cullen was content to go as slow as Adelia wanted. Or not. He was her’s to do with as she wanted. Eager to let her tell him what she wanted and how he could please her.

And Maker he wanted to please her so badly. He’d do anything to prove that he loved her in deed as well as words.

[quiisquiliae]

The comment had the somewhat hoped for result (or at least, the more fun option of the two) and Talon smirked against Jasper's lips as he returned the kiss. He leaned in, kissing him again, firmly taking hold of Jasper's shirt. A little bit of impromptu fun was desired, and he wasn't about to let the other think anything different. Though whether it would actually happen was entirely up to Jasper.

"Consider this an open invite," he murmured, as he pressed further kisses down Jasper's very nice jawline. "Just tell me when."

[bloodlaurel]

He half expected to be pushed back. After all, going in for a kiss was a step up from simply flirting with each other. So Jasper was surprised but not unpleasantly so when Tal kissed him back, his hand fisted in his shirt. Well, he supposed he also got his answer on whether Tal was flirting with him given that reaction. ”Is it a bit gauche to say ‘right here, right now’?” Jasper asked. He was only half joking and less than half when Tal’s lips found that sweet spot on the underside of his jaw.

Well maybe not right here. Somewhere slightly more private than where all of Skyhold could see them. At least somewhere that he wouldn’t be hearing about it from his advisors later about what he chose to do.

[bloodlaurel]

@uvher | Lucanis to Cornelia: "It’s not incest between men."

Unprompted Asks @uvher

Cornelia pulled back to stare at him for a moment, her mind trying to wrap around both what he'd confessed to and the insane statement that had followed it up.

How exactly they had gotten to this line of conversation was slightly hazy. It was just the two of them in the Meditation room. She'd been resting against his chest, content to talk about everything and nothing at the same time. At some stage he'd started talking about Illario and the more he said, the more concerned she had become.

"That—" she faltered, simply unable to comprehend the logic "That's not how it works. At all...like...at all, at all."

[bloodlaurel]

I had a think about Cornelia's room in the Lighthouse if she got one of her own.

Cornelia’s room would probably be something like her bunk in Weisshaupt but only for one person instead of multiple. She’d have a lot of books in there because she likes to read both in shelves and just in random piles (almost like she has too many and not enough space to put them away). She’s got mage lights floating about for some illumination. She’d have a trunk beside her bed for her gear and clothes. Maybe a washbasin and mirror. Under the bed she has an old box and in it are all the letters from her older brother Theon that she kept.

[bloodlaurel]

RIP Anthony Head.

I actually knew him better from Merlin than from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Damn. He was such a good actor. I should probably rewatch Merlin now.

[bloodlaurel]

most noticeable thing about your writing style: for me it's how clear and direct it is. it's not purple, but it also has a great sense of emotion; you do a great job of show with a little bit of tell.

What is the Most Noticeable Thing About my Writing Style? @uvher

OMG thank you!

I do try really hard not to lapse into purple prose because, as I've said a few times before, it is something I did a lot in the past. I thought that the more I wrote the better it was regardless of what I was putting down. I always worry I'm lapsing into it again especially when I start to get lengthy with my post (listen sometimes my brain is just like AND ANOTHER THING).

[all-things-rp-blog]

What is the most noticeable thing about my writing style?

[stormbreaker101]

I LOVE COLLABORATIVE SOTRYTELLING I LOVE CREATING THINGS TOGETHER I LOVE "YES AND"ING WITH OTHERS I LOVE "NO BUT WHAT ABOUT-"S I LOVE HEARIJG MY FRIENDS' IDEAS I LOVE BOUNDING OFF OF THEM I LOVE ART I LOVE STORIES I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT PASSIONS AND SKILLS REQUIRED I LOVE ALL THE DIFFERENT MEDIA IT TAKES I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE

[inevitableking]

He listened to every word, took in every crisis and event that Cullen had endured along the way - every emotion that crossed Cullen's face through his realizations until finally they landed on the Desire demon and the thought of being dead and what he couldn't have and -

And Alistair's mind back-pedaled as hard as it could as it registered exactly what the other blond had said.

The man I fell in love with.

- I fell in love with -

His mind halted and grew quiet, quieter than the focused silence that came before a fight, quieter than the solitude of meditation late at night, quiet in a dead stillness that had him reeling for consciousness again. He stared at Cullen and was certain his face was doing something over which he had absolutely no control - gaping, most likely - and he was distantly aware that he should be saying something instead of staring dumbly at the man in front of him trying to gather all the thoughts that had thoroughly dumped themselves on the floor.

Fell in love with.

"You - You were in love with me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he tested out the words. He needed to hear them again, needed them between the two of them so that he could grasp them and hold them and understand them better because his mind still couldn't focus, couldn't quite seem to catch up -

"You were in love with me!" This time it came out louder, like a realization dawning in the blond. He looked at Cullen - really looked at him for the first time since arriving at Skyhold - and immediately there was something different in the way he saw him. In the way he understood everything that had happened.

"You thought I was dead," Alistair clarified finally. "So you didn't look, because looking meant seeing something you knew was gone, and it would have broken you because - " Because he loved him. Alistair closed his eyes and let that sink in for a moment. "And I was standing right there trying to help you and had no idea. I had no idea…"

He opened his eyes again and looked back to Cullen. "I can't - Don't tell me I would have been miserable with it otherwise. You don't get to decide that for me. You didn't then and you don't get to now, either." He held Cullen's gaze now, his voice a little firm and a little exasperated. "I thought about you for years after. Blamed myself, thought you - " He ran a hand through his hair. "Maker, Cullen. It didn't matter. Anywhere - anywhere I could have been I would have been happier with you there."

He licked his lips. "You should have talked to me."

[bloodlaurel]

Of all the things Cullen had meant to say, blurting out the full truth about his feelings had not been something he'd planned. He had been so desperate to explain himself, to try and get Alistair to understand what had been going through his mind, that he'd not even registered he'd said what he had until Alistair all but shouted it back at him.

Yes. He loved him. He'd not deny it now when he had said it.

Cullen didn't blame Alistair for anything. He couldn't have known. It wasn't as if he made his feelings explicit even before he'd blown their bond to pieces. It was only afterwards in the wreckage that Cullen had finally allowed himself to admit what had been true all along. Once he'd lost everything, suddenly it became clear. It seemed that saying about only knowing what you had when it was gone was true and he'd just been left to try and put together some of the pieces into something vaguely functional.

And then Kinloch happened.

And then Kirkwall.

And now Alistair was right in front of him again and maybe it was selfish but he wanted to get out all the things he should have said then. At least then if Alistair rejected him he'd have the peace of knowing he'd at least tried.

But he wasn't...or if he was it was the strangest rejection Cullen had ever heard in his life. Or maybe the cruellest because what Alistair said made a small ember of hope flicker to life. That Alistair would have been happy with him? That was too much to hope for and he waited for the inevitable "but" to follow...except it didn't. Instead just gentle admonishment of something Cullen already knew.

"I know."

What else could he say to that? Alistair was correct. He should have. He should have said something. He should have tried to put how he felt into words instead of bottling it up inside until it exploded in his face. His time at Greenfell Chantry hadn't done much for him but it did allow him the time to reflect on his life and his many many mistakes and that one had been one he turned over in his mind more than a few times.

"And I do still...love you, I mean." He swallowed. He was making a fine mess of this. "I couldn't...I never stopped."

[aetatedraconis]

@bloodlaurel asked: " ❝things aren’t going quite as planned, are they?❞ (Merrill for Varric) " // from x

The grin on Varric's face was likely not fitting of their current situation. Or really, any situation he had been in since Cassandra had shown up in Kirkwall and insisted on taking him to be presented to the Divine. Yet despite the world going to shit around them, he couldn't help the joy he felt at having one of his friends by his side again. At knowing that at least one of them was safe - well, as safe as any of them could be, considering.

"When do things ever go as planned for us, Daisy?" he joked, reaching up to gently clap a hand on her shoulder. "They didn't in Kirkwall, and they sure aren't now. But, we're all still alive at least, so Corypheus's plans aren't exactly going the way he wanted either, so that's a win for us at least."

[bloodlaurel]

That was a very good point. Things never seemed to go as planned for their little group, the exact opposite in fact. It had all gone so badly that most of them had to flee Kirkwall because staying had been too dangerous. Her being a mage definitely made it too dangerous to stay in the city that — for better or worse — had become her home.

"That's true." she mused but the frown she wore didn't fade even with the friendly clap to her shoulder "I don't know if a whole village being destroyed feels like a win."

That had been before she had arrived in Skyhold but the aftermath of Haven's destruction still lingered and could not be ignored.