What's The Worst That Could Happen?

Dragon Age Roleplay blog. OC/AU/Verse friendly. Please read my rules before interacting. Mun and Muse are 21+

[chelley-bean]

(Further) Mini-Hiatus

I'm getting married in less than a week. I will return after it. Will post pictures if requested.

[tarnishedlheart-moved-deactivat]

                              THIS WOMAN IS MY DESTINY 

                                          art by @chelley-bean

                              A Inquisitor Chelle/Varric Tethras playlist. 

1. Shut Up and Dance - Walk the Moon 2. Cake By The Ocean - DNCE 3. Hooked On A Feeling - Blue Suede  4. Sorry Sorry - Rooney 5. Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel 6. Gone Gone Gone - Phillip Phillips 7. Hold My Hand - Jesse Glyne 8. Safe and Sound - Capital Cities 

[shubbabang]

Today is the day I learn about self preservation

[chelley-bean]

“I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.”

[tarnishedlheart-moved-deactivat]

Finally! They’re all done! Refs for Varric’s various outfits, because I hate myself, and also because I wanted to have them all in one place on my Charahub. I’m still not happy with the first one, but the rest of them make up for it. Don’t ask me to pick a favorite, because I can’t.

So here they are. Enjoy his Dadbod.

[wordsnquotes]

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will…

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via wordsnquotes)

[chelley-bean]

IC WORD ASSOCIATION

Read the word first and then type the first word that comes into your character’s mind.

Tagged by @mouthydwarf

Rough: Stone Hide: Survive Foolish: Dumb Sad: Alone Hate: Rage Light: Warm Dark: Cold Mother: Rejection Father: Home Child: Small Marriage: Bond Love: True Soft: Touch Pet: Companion Dream: Wish Divorce: Split Water: Swim Loud: Blast Announcement: News  Power: Fear Fight: Fire Smack: Face White: Pure Sick: Nose Kiss: Desire Hug: Comfort Hurt: Heart Happy: Free

Tag: Whoever wants to do it, I’m late to the party.

[thegillyfox]

Will probably do another one like this.

Beholds the dopey Inquisitor in her smol boyfriend’s shirt.

[thelovejournals]

I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.

Cassandra Clare  (via thelovejournals) @mouthydwarf

[wnq-movies]

I’m always inspired by people who choose to do what is right, not what is easy.

Sherri Saum (via wnq-movies)

[neilnevins-deactivated20240617]

when you’re trash but so are your friends 

[chelley-bean]

@mouthydwarf

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There’s an unspoken language that has existed between them since the beginning of their relationship. He falls into old mannerisms, tilting his head just so, a hand falling to her thigh, a sigh tumbling off his lips. Touching might have been unwelcome if anyone else had been doing it, but of all of his friends, she is the one he has the most memories about. Just fragments, snippets of what had once been, what still is. He can feel it in his bones that they’re supposed to be together, and that makes him want to make it work, makes him wish he could just wave a wand and get his memories back.

But of course, it doesn’t work that way.

Spurred on by the moment and a swell of emotion, he turns his head and catches her mouth with his. All of the old passion is there as he devours her mouth, hands touching her, moving down from shoulders to hips. She’s so soft, and he remembers the curves of her body in that moment. He sighs into her mouth, the loneliness melting away between them, leaving only familiarity and love as he at last pulls away and looks at her as if he’s seeing her for the first time.

[chelley-bean]

It was like a spark hitting a powder keg in her heart when she felt him kiss her. She felt her entire body prickle with goosebumps as every touch, sound and smell was amplified so much that it deafened every other sound around them. If every thing for him was refreshing, every thing for her was intoxicating. She pressed as close to him as she could and gripped for dear life, dreading the moment it would end.

Until it did, and she saw him again. Just him.

There were very few moments in their time together that she had been rendered speechless, but this one would be another for the list. She just looked at him; took in every curve and hard angle of his face, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, the expression she hadn’t seen him wear since…she couldn’t even remember. It took everything in her not to cry. Instead she chuckled and cupped his face in her hands, looking into his eyes.

“Haha, hey there…” she breathed, her thumb gently caressing the roughness of his cheek as she leaned in and touched her forehead to his, “How was that?”

It took every ounce of self control not to try and drag him under the table. Her struggle was only let on by her hands sliding down and gripping the fabric of his jacket. ‘What would sex at this point be like?’ she wondered, ‘Like some strangely convincing roleplay of going home with a stranger maybe?’ She pushed that out of her head though with a mantra of ‘think unsexy thoughts’.

[chelley-bean]

tagged by @mouthydwarf

name: Chelle Trevelyan nickname(s): Spitfire, Chelley-Bean age: 35 species: Human

personal

morality: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil religious belief: Agnostic sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / kindness / humility / patience / justice primary goals in life: Live her life to the fullest and help others do the same. languages known: Common, Tevene (only the curse words) secrets: Is deathly afraid of crabs and spiders. quirks:  Chuckles at the end of most sentences. Whether it’s nerves or not is unknown. savvies: Very experienced in dealing with hostile magic, good with (real) animals, knitting

build: slender / average / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / baby fat / pudgy / obese / heavyset / pear-shaped / beer belly / other height: 5′8″ weight: 185lbs scars/birthmarks: She has three small scars under her left eye from when she was six and her Aunt’s dog nipped her when she tried to pet it while it was eating. Since the war began she has gained from ‘battle’ scars mostly from falling down hills or running into things. restrictions: none favorites

food: Red meat and Oranges. Not together...unless they can be put together. Can they? We should try this. For science. drink: Apple Cider and this Elvan wine she once tried that tasted like peaches but can’t find anywhere. pizza topping: pepperoni, bacon, black olives and mushrooms. music genre: (Modern) Oldies (Rat Pack, The Temptations, Genesis etc.), Pop, Rock and Jock Jams (though she won’t admit it out loud) book genre: Fiction, Fantasy, Romance (for the laugh factor), Horror and True Crime. movie genre: (modern) Comedy of all kinds, Horror season: Spring curse word: Fuck scent: Lavender fun stuff

bottom or top: Switch. She can adapt depending on how she reads the mood and her partner. loud burper or soft burper: Soft. sings in the shower: Shamelessly. likes bad puns: Only at the most inappropriate times. their opinion on the mun: “She needs to calm down. She’s doing fine and needs to understand that.”

tag: @helpforwherethehurtis , @morethanacirclemage , anyone who wants to do it.

[all-things-rp-moved]

(NSFW) Tell my muse a sexual fantasy you have involving them.

[neon-dusk]

Please reblog this if you rp with oc’s ,

[wordsnquotes]

Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain, everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.

E. Lockhart (via wordsnquotes) @mouthydwarf

[queen-schadenfreude]

me: GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DRAW IN MSPAINT IM DRUNK

fauxfires: HAWKE & VARRIC: JAEGER PILOTS

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