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I've moved in fully to my other blog now — feels a lot better. It's @cassiaorsellio ; as of right now it's mostly dragon age, but I imagine it will expand into other stuff again once things in my brain have evened out. Please don't feel obligated to follow me over there if that's not what you followed me for originally / have no interest in.
I've moved in fully to my other blog now — feels a lot better. It's @amgarraks ; as of right now it's mostly dragon age, but I imagine it will expand into other stuff again once things in my brain have evened out. Please don't feel obligated to follow me over there if that's not what you followed me for originally / have no interest in.
Not going to be here for a while. I'll see you when I've worked out how I feel about this blog ✌️
so I've been thinking about it, and this blog is going to be an archive, at least for the time being. I'm just not happy being on this account anymore. I've had it for 5 years, I've got too many followers for my liking, and it's starting to feel, idk almost suffocating? like I'm masking? like I've got expectations to meet and feeling guilty when I can't meet them, like I'm one step away from having to apologise about hyperfixations etc.
I've half-moved to a new account in the meantime where it's quieter. I'll keep my DMs open over the weekend, but then like my inbox, I'll be closing that off too.
Not going to be here for a while. I'll see you when I've worked out how I feel about this blog ✌️
might just go scorched earth on this blog tbh
unless i start to feel better about this soon, i'm probably going to either archive or delete this blog.
might just go scorched earth on this blog tbh
wound tending is everything. unparalleled intimacy. let me care for you. let me touch the skin around your open flesh. let me stain my hands with your blood. let me get close and breathe in the same air as you and stare into your eyes for a few seconds too long. let me make you think of me every time you see the bandage, or scar
15 for Arthur and Bull?
15. Calming them down when they have a bad dream. Set after Here Lies the Abyss.
Arthur wakes to the uneven shifting of the bed, panicked, muttering words tightening in a throat about salt, spices and spilled blood, and heavy breathing. Bleary-eyed, he rolls onto his back and once adjusting to both the dark and the cold, he is able to make out the large expanse of Bull's silhouette, sitting at the edge of the bed with his head bowed.
He frowns, before reaching across to the bedside table to light a candle with just a gesture of his fingers, bathing the room in a small golden glow. "Darling?" he asks gently, "was it —?"
He pushes himself up into a kneeling position behind Bull and places a kiss to the nape of his lover's neck. The flesh there is clammy with sweat, and the gesture makes Bull flinch for a second, before his shoulders visibly relax.
"Yeah. Damn Nightmare demon just —" Bull doesn't finish his sentence, descending into a frustrated growl through gritted teeth.
Arthur doesn't ask if he wants to talk about it. That's not how Bull deals with his fears and worries, but he can guess the root of it. The smell of the sea, salt, spices and spilled blood — the shadow of Seheron still lingers over Bull even if he says he's dealt with it. The Nightmare affected everyone who was in the Fade, digging up buried memories of theirs in an attempt to glut itself on them to regain its strength. He's felt the same lure, pulled in one direction by Nightmare and another by Envy.
Tentatively, he starts massaging Bull's shoulders to find the tension, the knots in the muscle and slowly dispel it with the mix of gentle but firm touches, and the warm of healing magic. "I can hit you with the stick in the morning, if it'll help?"
"Nah, anyone can do that, kadan. I'm sure Krem won't pass up an opportunity to hit me senseless." Arthur bites down on his bottom lip to stop a smile forming, even though he knows damned well that Bull can't see him, especially as he moves slightly towards his blind side. Bull arches into his touch, another exhale escaping his lips. "This, however? No one's quite got your magic touch."
Arthur leans around to kiss his scarred cheek, before pressing on with the calming, repetitive motions of the massage. They'll stay like this for a while, until Bull's steadied himself enough to brave sleep again; he will draw him in close, pepper kisses along Arthur's face, neck and shoulders, breathing in his scent and feeling out the soft planes of his lover's body to remind himself that there's someone real and tangible in his arms: a reminder he's here instead of a bloodied beach in Seheron.
Where is your HoF during Veilguard?
Gone on "Warden Business"
Following their Calling
Gone missing/Presumed dead
Dead (killed the DA:O Archdemon/died or other reason)
Still ruling Ferelden
Sunny holiday
Results
Bioware, I've got questions...... 🎤 The HoF misses the hardest party of the century where three elven gods have a massive argument and make it everybody's problem and they are where ???
Feel free to use the tags to elaborate on your Warden's situation. I'd love to hear about it!
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IRON BULL from Dragon Age: Inquisition (2014).
teleporting into your inbox to ask for 36 for arthur and bull? 💌
36. helping brush their hair after a shower. Set right at the end of Trespasser.
"Perhaps I should cut it." It would be the practical thing to do, but the words hurt all the same, and words he regrets the moment they slip from his mouth.
Arthur tries not to look down at the stump, chopped at just below the elbow, in a fresh set of bandages. Whatever damage the Anchor had caused had been nothing compared to the necrosis that had begun to set in; that would have killed him, if he hadn't forced Bull and Rainier to amputate it the middle of some bloody elven ruins, if it hadn't been for Vivienne's personal attention the moment they'd gotten him through the eluvian.
Instead, he tries to focus on the bristles of the hairbrush carefully going through damp, greying hair, and Bull's thick fingers dividing into parts to make it a more manageable task, brushing out any matted tangles from the days he'd spent unconscious, those holding vigil not knowing if he'd even wake again.
"You don't need to do that, kadan. You'll work something out with time." Bull is gentle, but firm. He moves a portion of the hair out of the way. It covers the top of his left arm, perhaps to mask it a bit. "And until you do, I'll be here to help."
Arthur looks at the heavy tome sitting on the table in front of him, that same writ of Divine Justinia's that had brought this Inquisition into existence. Depsite the bone-weariness, the desire to not do anything else but sleep and hope this last month has been nothing more than a hellish nightmare, a test of the Fade's making, he can't retreat yet. Not while Orlais and Ferelden still expect an answer.
With a shaky breath, Arthur nods. "Alright. I'll... I'll need you to put it back up for me."
50 wordless ways to say "I love you."
50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”
Holding their hands when they are shaking.
Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.
Traveling long distances just to see them.
Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.
Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.
Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.
Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.
Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.
Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.
Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.
Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile.
Following their family traditions that they enjoy.
Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.
Singing and dancing to their favorite song.
Calming them down when they have a bad dream.
Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless.
Folding their clean laundry and putting it away.
Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.
Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.
Washing their back/hair in the shower.
Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.
Listening to them while they vent.
Taking a picture together to print and hang later.
Tracing your names together in the sand.
Wearing clothes in their favorite color.
Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.
Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.
Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.
Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.
Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.
Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.
Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.
Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.
Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.
Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.
Helping brush their hair after a shower.
Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.
Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.
Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.
Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.
Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.
Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.
Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.
Standing between them and a busy road.
Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.
Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.
Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.
Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.
Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.
Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping.
You know, I was already prepared for Magni to be dead by DATV, but I think they should be allowed to go out in a blaze of glory (defending Orzammar vs the turbo Blight) as a treat
ELDEN RING
› Shadow of the Erdtree: verticals [9/?]
i was playing overclown earlier and there were like 2 jesters guarding the jokepoint and we had three fucking booboos on our team that wouldnt switch to something useful like a bozo or a bongo and right as we were capturing the first point this goddamn kookoo used his clown car ultimate and won them the match. terrible game
NIGHTMARE ALLEY (2021) dir. Guillermo del Toro
