um, hello, champion.

[kamiusings]

another flirty/nsfw sentence meme .

  ( since we all have different tastes ! )

❝ for the date, do you have any… tighter jeans~? ❞ ❝ those ripped jeans are just a tease… i want to tear them apart. ❞ ❝ you know i love to hold your hand, but today you just look too good from behind. ❞ ❝ come on and dance with me~ if you can move in those pants, that’s it? ❞ ❝ let’s not… take of our clothes just yet… this is just too hot. ❞ ❝ oh lord, i just can’t stop staring at that piercing… ❞ ❝ ahah… p… please be nice to me… my asthma might kill me otherwise~ ❞ ❝ no, don’t sit… i’ll go down on my knees. ❞ ❝ woah… don’t you have an early morning tomorrow? ❞ ❝ i don’t care for being bullied in bed, so you should just stop. ❞ ❝ you don’t think sweatpants are hot? i mean… these are an expensive brand? ❞ ❝ there’s nothing dangerous with a little party make-out, right? ❞ ❝ candles? nah, that’s a fire hazard. i can set the mood very well without it. ❞ ❝ there’s just something so extremely irresistible about a uniform… ❞ ❝ let me smudge my lipstick in all sorts of places, hm? ❞ ❝ that paperwork seems awfully boring… wouldn’t i look better on your desk? ❞ ❝ my paperwork is killing me… i’m just imagining you laying on the desk instead. ❞ ❝ victoria’s secret? don’t tell me it’s a bag of perfume now~ ❞ ❝ fuck… you can step on me in those heels. ❞ ❝ i know i slept with a lot of people, but… it wasn’t making love. ❞ ❝ i’ll be your type, if you would only tell me what it is. ❞ ❝ i’m not sure if i’m comfortable being someone’s first time… ❞ ❝ you should keep the boots on~ ❞ ❝ these underwear are so… smooth… ❞ ❝ oh…~ i didn’t expect you to shave all the way. ❞ ❝ i’m not sure if i can… do that… i’m scared i’ll hurt you… ❞ ❝ i know you like it, but i’m not… comfortable… ❞ ❝ is that… lace i see? ❞ ❝ why from behind? well… i like the thought of showing off what i got. ❞ ❝ oh my god… here? really? are you sure? ❞ ❝ do you think i could… put my fingers in your mouth? ❞ ❝ ahaha… want to make me sweat right after i showered? ❞ ❝ the sweater… do you have anything under? ❞ ❝ anything you want to do, before i get dressed? ❞ ❝ wow… aren’t you even going to touch the food first? ❞ ❝ i put this on, thinking… dessert? ❞ ❝ i… put on a little weight, but… it’s okay, right? ❞ ❝ what’s with the layers? playing hard to get~? ❞ ❝ come here… warm your hands. ❞ ❝ my marks suit you. ❞ ❝ holy shit… i love stockings. ❞ ❝ if i break them with my teeth… will you hate me? ❞ ❝ i really… want everyone to know i’m yours. ❞ ❝ i like my reflection a little more with you all over me. ❞ ❝ a—ah! a bite?! ❞ ❝ the more the merrier, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ i got a new apartment, and i need someone to put clothes on the floor. ❞ ❝ let’s climb into the backseat… ❞ ❝ oh, look! my hand fits perfectly in your back pocket! ❞ ❝ look at the mirror… don’t you look cute? i know you do… ❞

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magerightsandkittens:

          “No! …perhaps. Well… yes. Yes I do.” Anders sighed, stopping where he stood to look at Hawke, a sheepish grin on his face to mask the actual extend of his embarrassment. He made it look so very easy. How could he see the difference between those tiles? What was the difference in the first place? Anders tried to differenciate between the harmless and the deadly tiles, but soon gave up and fixed his eyes on the very smug rogue in front of him, holding out one hand. 

“What are you waiting for?”

hawke... had to admit, he hadn't expected anders to say yes. his expression shifted briefly to one of confusion, but the grin was quick to return. " you're adorable when you're embarrassed, " he jeered, reaching to take the offered hand within his own mostly gloved oned. a squeeze was given as if to try and reassure the mage that absolutely nothing would go wrong, but considering it was hawke's presence he was in one might not be so inclined to be assured. getting into trouble was practically a personality trait at this point.

" here we go, see it's easy? " he led anders across a pathway, nice and slow this time around. baby steps were better than no steps, he supposed. " look at that, we made it past and you're still in one piece. "

[illustrioxs-blog]

♒ what's your ideal fantasy with me ( no, not the one where you're a dragon )

" what about the one where YOU'RE a dragon? i'd bring a whole new meaning to dragon rider, if you know what i mean. " it's punctuated with a wink.

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hawke wants affection

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Sexual Sunday! Send my muse ♒ and a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it - whether they want to or not.

[h-istrionic]

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theredconqueror:

he had plenty of money to buy his own drinks, but that wasn’t the point. he wanted to learn about the stranger who nearly accidentally killed him him. well, no such thing would have really happened, but it could have off. he merely smiled when the other said he could come and get it. ❛ah, is that the acquired taste that i sense?❜ but most people didn’t drink here for the flavour, but to get utterly and completely drunk. he turned, yanking the dagger out of the hall, but he didn’t hand it back just yet, instead choosing to inspect it. ❛it doesn’t look cheap.❜

hawke didn't like the look of this guy. he carried himself a little too well; types like that didn't slum around low town for the fun of it. "you never really acquire the taste, just get numb to it." his fingers twitched, itching to reach out and snatch the confiscated dagger, uncomfortable with it being in the man's possession. "i'm sure it wasn't." the dagger was a pretty thing, it's handle ornate and subtle designs pressed into the blade itself. he'd picked it up off of someone stupid enough to try and kill him, figuring it was only fair he be compensated for his time.

"i'd like it back."

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magerightsandkittens:

           “Too young to die.” It was all Anders got to say before Hawke asked him to follow his exact steps. Those sharp eyes had always been impressive, picking apart traps in a matter of seconds to ensure the party never got hurt. 

Very slowly and carefully, he moved to follow Hawke’s steps, trying to remember the right tiles as he went along. “You’re not making it easier by moving so bloody fast!” 

hawke had a much easier time in comparison, stopping when anders began to complain. his hip cocked as he rested a hand against it. everyone equated mages with dangerous elegance, but hawke thought he looked more like a fawn trying to walk for the first time. clumsy and unsure --- endearing, even, if one took out the risk of bodily harm a wrong step could cause.

"do you need me to hold your hand?"

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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magerightsandkittens:

            “There is a certain charme with grey hair. I yet have to discover it. And trust me, you don’t want to be in here. Justice is terrible at understanding humour.” 

Of course Hawke claimed to know exactly what he was doing. Most likely, they would head face-first into a trap in that case. Spiders, perhaps, gigantic, men-eating spiders. Anders shuddered. No. Don’t think about that.

"i dunno, that blonde hair of yours is getting awfully light in some places. how old are you, anyways?" it occurred to hawke only then that he never asked before just now.

careful steps forward were taken, the rogue far less apprehensive than his mage companion. thick headed as he may have been he wasn't incompetent, easy to pick apart where the trap before them laid. "follow my steps exactly. step on the wrong tile and my guess is arrow to the face, but those holes in the wall could funnel fire out, too. no telling, really, unless you wanted to test it out first hand."

[illustrioxs-blog]

sorry ive been so inactive -v- between a downward mood swing and a new game obsession  havent much motivation to write 

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fatherly:

                    “& I did not say you were,” Malcolm retorted, the slightest pinch of VENOM at the tip of his tongue, “I am no longer ILL. I am BETTER now,” he insisted  (  though weakness still showed incredibly at times  ), “so let us move before time nips our arses.” Shoving his staff into its holster upon his back, he made his way towards the door, careful not to allow a limp into his gait. He could not & WOULD NOT appear weak before his son.                      “Just remember who trained you in the BEGINNING,” he called softly over his shoulder—-his voice—-it was ALWAYS so full of love; & even with years weighing down upon his shoulders, Malcolm had yet to raise that voice.                      “I love you—-please don’t be that way,” he shot a tiny smile over his shoulder, a sparkle in his eye—-there was ALWAYS a sparkle in his eye when he looked at his son. Then, he made his way out of the shack, unable to stand its ambiance for a moment longer.                      “I look forward to this; some time together.”

he felt like he was being scolded, which he was, in a way. "you're still old," a protested grumble, but it was evident that garrett was no longer fighting when the battle was lost to begin with. not that the quality time with the last remaining sliver of family was a concept he was directly opposed to, but the circumstances were unfavorable. dangerous. bound to be filled with burdens he'd rather not have to split.

his brows furrowed, feeling very much a petulant CHILD as opposed to a grown man. garrett slouched his shoulders and followed after, trying his best to swallow all of his apprehension. "i guess it won't be so bad. a father and son trip across ferelden to aid the inquisitor in fixing the champion's mistakes." the rogue's back had straightened now, fingers stroking his beard as he took up stride beside his father ( his own gait slowed a step to keep it even ).

"maybe we can visit lothering."

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wilddeoren:

head cants upward, a soft frown shaping brows,  lips parting to disagree. ❝ but bela would be just as EXCITED – don’t you think? oh, i think she’d love to have a dragon. ❞ wide emerald eyes linger upon the man, catching the setting sun, a new found glint to her eye – a glimmer of mischief. lips purse into a pout, eyes widening to copy the ever so sweet eyes she’s often found on innocent animals – ones she could never IGNORE. let alone, say no to.  

❝ can we please tell bela — please? ❞ she tries again, a soft whine adorned with large teary eyes and a quivering pout. 

when it came to puppy dog eyes merrill EXCELLED, her already wide eyes managing to reach almost frightening proportions. hawke was almost certain she was casting some sort of spell to achieve maximum sympathy and he crossed his arms, trying to steel his resolve. "bela's blabber mouth will have the whole city knowing," he defended at first, but his friend's demeanor did not change and she made some pathetic noise and he crumbled with a groan of defeat.

"fiiiine, we can tell isabela. but ONLY isabela. and she's not allowed to tell anyone. if she does we steal all of her right boots."

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magerightsandkittens:

            “No, but I considered a chance that I might not be fearing for your life today. I can’t heal you when you’re dead.”

"Well, no, but maybe I'll turn into a spirit and you can have two wack jobs living in that noggin on yours." A cheeky grin blossomed, Hawke's body pivoting away from the mage. "Don't worry so much or you'll start going grey. I know exactly what I'm doing."

[illustrioxs-blog]

“Of course it’s a trap, giant ancient tombs are never designed trapless. Do you really think it’s going to stop me from robbing the place?”

[bupagentkent]

If we ship something (or our characters otherwise have a very developed relationship romantic or not) know that I definitely want to talk about it. All the time. I am totally willing to talk headcanons, scenarios, do plotting, all of that– but I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy by bringing our muses’s relationship up. I just want to know that if I do talk about that sort of stuff with our characters that I don’t come off as annoying… Or seem like all that I’m thinking about is our ship. If you do let me know it’s okay to talk about it whenever, though, totally expect me to send you anything I think of when it comes to our muses relationship! There’d certainly be no shortage of things to talk about. I just want to make sure that you’re just as engaged in it as I am.

[illustrioxs-blog]

sorry i havent been active ive been in bad mood city -v-