horns up

[hornedchief]

Oh , TAARSIDATH-AN HALSAAM?    Closest translation would be  --                                                     “ I will bring myself SEXUAL PLEASURE later,

                                   while thinking about this with GREAT RESPECT. ”                                                                        written by jay || promo art.

[hornedchief]

like this post and i’ll come plot with you for a starter

[hornedchief]

like this post and i’ll come plot with you for a starter

[hornedchief]

like this post and i’ll come plot with you for a starter

[hornedchief]

      The words resounded somewhere deep in Bull’s chest - his breath stuttering as he stared out over the ramparts of Skyhold. It wasn’t like him to lose his composure, especially so visibly . . . but the way Dorian spoke? It made it harder to breathe, harder to think of really anything other than him. It was unsettling. But Bull did nothing to deter it from happening. He didn’t want it to stop. 

      “ Even if I’m neck deep in some demon shit on the other side of the Fade? ” it was a weak attempt at a joke, the qunari not making eye contact with Dorian as he stared out into the night. His lips quirked slightly but did little more than that -- he was too busy fighting to keep his heart from thudding out of his chest and the colour of his flush from rising. People liked Bull. He made sure of it, really. Hell, some were completely loyal to him and the most steadfast of friends. Their passion and dedication to him and their work unparalleled. But Dorian . . . The words he said and the way he said them always hit harder. Deeper. Made Bull feel grounded in ways no one could. 

      Eye sliding shut as he let out a ragged breath, the Qunari slid an arm around Dorian’s waist and tugged him flush to his side. Gripping tightly -- as if afraid letting go would make this less real. “ I kid. I know you’d come for me. Too stubborn of a person to cut your losses, ” Bull found himself murmuring, his voice a rumbling pleased sound that was nearly lost to the night. “ But that’s what I like about you. You’re like me -- never giving up on the shit that matters most to you. Ready to walk to the fires of any hell just to get someone back. And believe me when I say -- for you? I will always be ready. ” @witandcharm​

[thecottonproject]

big ol tiddies

[hornedchief]

so. i cleared my cache. nada. i tried a different browser? nothing. still error. so i made a new goddamn email and tried that anD SUDDENLY I CAN GET ON HERE. i mean -- i guess???

[hornedchief]

so i can’t post on my pc?? but can post on my mobile tumblr??? i get just “error we’re working on it” on the computer. this isn’t happening for any other blog of mine. has anyone else had this issue???

[texts-from-last-blight]

[hornedchief]

did you all know i adore @witandcharm ? because i do. with all my heart. go follow my kadan pls

[hornedchief]

so who’s gonna take one for the team and write the lewd winter palace ball thread with bull i crave? because the opportunities to scandalize at court —

[keezybees]

Happy Dragon Age Day! I’m not quite finished rendering, but I decided to have another go at an old unfinished art to celebrate

[hornedchief]

now i’m not saying you should ride the bull — but you should ride the bull.

[hornedchief]

@stihomythia​ asked: ❛ kings die, realms fall, but magic endures. ❜ from Morrigan

      Posture tense and jaw set in a firm line, Bull did his best to keep his wits about him. To remain unfazed by her words -- even if she was one hell of an intimidating presence. He liked a woman who could control a room. But damn if he wasn’t a bit on edge about the immortal magic enthusiast in her. Magic tended to do that to him even on the best days. As long as it wasn’t any more of that demon crap . . . 

      “ Can’t argue with that logic. Rule and built caste systems always have a way to break on themselves -- free will tends to inspire that, ” he mused, voice rough and arms woven together tightly across his chest. If he cleared his throat softly - nervously - he’d never admit to it. “ Magic though -- that’s a bit beyond me. I’m much more of a leave stories about my brutal strength to endure kind of guy. I take it that’s not your thing, ” Bull let out a soft snort as he leaned over and offered her a pitcher of wine. He’d been told to be on his best behaviour, after all, “ So you gonna try and pull the immortality with magic shtick? I bet someone like you could pull it off. ”

[hornedchief]

@witandcharm​ asked: Fingers splay across the expanse of his chest, struggling to find the words to say to make him stay. Yet he knew time was limited, for soon he'd take to mounting his horse and taking off for a Maker only knew how long. The time would surely break his heart, evident in the tears that he fought so strongly to choke back. "Do make it back to me in one piece, will you? If I find out in a report back that you hurt yourself when I'm not there to watch over you I'll- I'll kill you myself. Bull.. I.."

      The room was quiet - a moment of peace before they had to part. Before they had to pretend they didn’t know one another, that he was just a Qunari mercenary and Dorian a magistrate. His body was completely still and expression soft, hands drifting in lazy strokes through the mage’s longer hair. Every stolen meeting together was one he committed to memory and clung to, even as resentful as they made him feel. They were precious. They were finite. They were . . . frankly bullshit in the cruelest way. 

      “ Oh yeah? Gonna use your spooky magic to bring me back to life only to kill me again? ” he drawled, chest rumbling as he schooled his own rising distress with teasing and affection. Arms tightening around the mage, he rolled over until he loomed just above Dorian and stared down at him. “ Seems a waste. I heard when you bring people back from the dead they serve you for all eternity -- sounds a lot more fun than second death, ” Bull murmured, leaning down to ghost his lips over Dorian’s own before tucking in close. Hugging the man incrementally tighter and tighter still. 

      “ . . . I’ll always return to you, Kadan. My heart. Not even a horde of dragons could keep me from you -- though apparently political appearances are a different beast all together, ” the resentment is firm in his voice as his nose wrinkles, a softly uttered curse in Qunlat leaving him as his hand unseen clenched into a tight fist. Bastards. “ It’s only a matter of time until you make way or my patience runs out. But no matter what, I’ll come back. Just like you will too -- no courtier bullshit or me finding out you’ve been poisoned. Promise me. ”

[jamsmemes]

(     *     THE WITCHER 3 PROMPTS   !    

trigger warnings for murder / war.

❛  you always were an unruly child. i adored that about you. now fly.  ❜

❛  don’t blame yourself.  ❜

❛  you don’t know how it is. to see someone you love die. because of you, for you.  ❜

❛  who taught you to fight like this?  ❜

❛  hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated.  ❜

❛  to have a scapegoat — that’s the key.  ❜

❛  kings die, realms fall, but magic endures.  ❜

❛  i missed those awkward compliments of yours.  ❜

❛  it’s bound to come in handy. and, each time it does, you will think of me.  ❜

❛  do anything stupid, and i’ll kill you, too.  ❜

❛  kill me if you must. i’ve nothin’ to live for anyway.  ❜

❛  whisper to the wolves. tell them to stay away.  ❜

❛  i was attacked — had to defend myself.  ❜

❛  once i was free… i shall be free once more.  ❜

❛  come on, let me give you a taste of my life.  ❜

❛  well… some causes require a sacrifice.  ❜

❛  done my fair share of fighting. wouldn’t carry a sword if i didn’t know how to use it.  ❜

❛  have you killed humans?  ❜

❛  i want to see how you manage in a fight, if you can fight at all.  ❜

❛  nothing wrong with having a drink in good company.  ❜

❛  i merely know when to indulge my pride, and when i must swallow it.  ❜

❛  we can fight another time, in another place. where the walls have no ears.  ❜

❛  next time you wonder why i’m so bitter… well, there’s your answer.  ❜

❛  suddenly, i’ve an immense desire to drink.  ❜

❛  i trust you have an explanation for this. a very good one.  ❜

❛  i’ve had nothing but nightmares lately, pretty horrible.  ❜

❛  i was afraid you were dead.  ❜

❛  they’ll know where we’ve gone, they’ll know how to find me!  ❜

❛  if i’m to die today, i wish to look smashing for the occasion.  ❜

❛  women only ever beautify themselves for their own satisfaction.  ❜

❛  always believed attack was the best defense.  ❜

❛  don’t treat me like a child.  ❜

❛  i like it when you smile. come here. everything will be all right.  ❜

❛  i won’t let them take you, you know that?  ❜

❛  you gotta keep clear, stay out of trouble.  ❜

❛  i cannot hide forever. i must face them!  ❜

❛  you humans are so… impractical.  ❜

❛  i’ll remember your teachings always. and the sacrifice you made.  ❜

❛  we all knew what we were signing up for.  ❜

❛  no. i will flee no more.  ❜

❛  lying didn’t always come easily to you.  ❜

❛  we’ve done the hardest part. only got the pleasant bits now.  ❜

❛  you worry too much. what will be, will be.  ❜

❛  you were born to greatness.  ❜

❛  appearances can be deceiving.  ❜

❛  you’re so charming when you try to be funny.  ❜

❛  we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim.  ❜

❛  we’ve come a long way, and i’ll be damned if we’ve come to fail.  ❜

❛  i admire your optimism. wish i shared it.  ❜

❛  i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me.  ❜

❛  you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules.  ❜

❛  what can you know about saving the world, silly?  ❜

❛  you know who i am. and why i’m here.  ❜

❛  how many have you already killed? how many more might you still?  ❜

❛  i sense your pain. i see your fear.  ❜

❛  i don’t feel a thing anymore.  ❜

[hornedchief]

@dalishbandit​ asked: ‘Never seen one like you before.’ 

      “ -- One what? ” his expression gives nothing away as he looms over the elf, eye focused solely on him as a brow rose inch by inch. Arms folding across his chest, Bull would almost seem offended -- if not for the faint tinge of amusement in his tone. “ A qunari? A mercenary like me? Or a qunari who looks as good as I do? Lots of ways to unpack that phrase. . . But it’s all true. There isn’t a qunari or mercenary who’s anything like me or looks as good as I do doing what I do. ” 

 A pause, a once over and then he looked away with a low huff of laughter, “ Either way I take it as a compliment. ”