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(( I HAVE TO FIND MY ICONS AGAIN IF I WANT TO REPLY TO SOME THINGS RIP
BEAR WITH ME PLEASE ))
IT’S NOT CHEATING IF I HEAL YOU FIRST, RIGHT?
”——- Our Clans have spread far and wide,” the tiny elf replied like her pale, freckled cheeks lighting up with excitement having just learned another one of her people held such a prominent position in the world.
"That they have. I hope the travel here hasn't been too exhausting." The Inquisitor nodded, smiling at the other in kind. It was good to see more of his people, especially ones who were friendly -- there were others who were less inclined to greet him appropriately.
Although, he didn't suppose he blamed them.
"Ah--- I don't think I ever got your name." It'd only be polite to ask.
for 250+ followers. all of those sweethearts following me of all people. HERE GOES.
people I interact with and adore to itty bitty pieces (not in any order):
amagenotamiracleworker | sonofthegrey | stabbystabseeker | alphaqunari | gereonalexius | ravenofostwick | badluck-lavellan | ataashe | madamiisms | playedaviciouspart | inquisitisms | markedwarriior | defensorx | mountainmage | thewxldcard | theharellan | malificae | reclaimabull | abiectionis | nonpoenaperire | darkenedpalm | antivancrowfeathers | hornlessmarauder | caedxs
then there’s the people I stalk who make my dash a daily thrill ride (notice how this list is bigger bc I am a weenie when it comes to approaching people):
birdfacedelf | butilikemyhats | cadashsmash | cloudgazercadash | compatiors | compassionspirit | didntsayandrastesays | espouses | ferrumleones | frecklemage | gildedivory | herorecipe | hornsofthechargers | howeveryclever | heraldofdoubt | lionofhonnleath | luustfuls | makersent | malefxcar | necroxantic | navialerno | ofwalks | prophetry | redemptior | rebelllum | seekerofbreeches | thepariiah | uthshiral | varriclever | vigiilance | valoroun | withdrawment | wildcxrd | wroughtrightandrigid
my goal is to get you all up there in the top part there because you’re all wonderful and unique in your portrayals and to write with any one of you would be a delight, you great big pack of nerds you.
he’s a lot of boy, as they say.
markedwarriior replied to your post “markedwarriior replied to your post “I hope you all have a happy new...”
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markedwarriior replied to your post “I hope you all have a happy new year !! uvu”
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I hope you all have a happy new year !! uvu
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Here’s the clip from the Game Awards!!
alt!
Not a single moment of respite was granted -- how could he ever expect differently? Between overthrowing Andrew Ryan and subsequently being betrayed by someone who he thought had his best interests at heart, how was he expected to trust anyone else? So far though, Tenenbaum had shown no sign of malice, even thanking him for curing some of the Little Sisters he had come across. Odder still was how she didn't leave him to die -- in fact, she aided Jack in his survival. But then again, he was still useful.
They both had a lot to gain by ending Fontaine's life, and there was no way she was going to come after him after all this was over. She could not have gained control over the splicers or the security robots on such short notice.
Jack looked out the window of the apartment, the sight of the neon signs and malfunctioning lights a stark contrast against the nature they lit. Colourful fish of all kinds of species that Jack couldn't hope to name swam between the buil- dings, and despite the grim state of the city of Rapture, fallen and abandoned, the man in the sweater couldn't help but think. Perhaps-----
Perhaps not everything in Rapture was bad.
Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!
wardenofgrey liked for a starter
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't think you'd be Dalish also."
whispers like this for a starter
Here he’d gone and labelled him as the meek sort of lover prior to the quick movements of his hands, a development that had fully escaped his notice until the dance of emboldened fingers across the skin brought it to his attention. Even the simplest of men could see that one kiss wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the man who’s need demanded that he pick at each of those buckles and ties until the specimen before him was left utterly bare. Such were the advantages of wearing such an outfit. It was so easy to reach out and release a but a single catch and have his message put across; the subtlest of hints were often the strongest.
He wasn’t so used to his kisses ending so quickly but the Inquisitor was a man he’d have to exercise patience with, a person whom he’d gladly slow the pace for should he require it. But it was a compliment instead of complaint that came from his lips – flushed like a ripened fruit fresh from the hard press of his mouth – which had Dorian’s own set curving sharply at the edges.
“I know I am,” he said, delighting in the elf’s somewhat debauched state. Never doubt Dorian when it came to putting the skills he professed the utmost confidence in into practice. A kiss stolen between the shelves? It was nothing compared to what else he could do. Dorian told him as much. “You should see what else I’m good at.”
Unless they wanted to get caught and shamed in front of an audience, however, they would have to relocate and soon. Now that he had permission, that he was within perfect range to do so, the mage’s hands were simply itching to venture downwards and have the Inquisitor rub himself dry on the heel of his palm. Removing himself from the source of his temptation, Dorian took a reluctant step back and took a deep breath, now that he had the room to breathe once again.
“Forgive me, but unless you truly wish to be publicly ravished against a wall where literally anyone could walk by, I suggest we separate. Wherever you go, however, I will follow. This I promise you.”
The newly found distance between their bodies gave the Inquisitor room to think -- naturally, Dorian had a point. The people would talk, and quickly, if there was anything to go by what already spread, and to whom. Julian cleared his throat awkwardly -- there would be plenty of room to free the other man of his clothing in his quarters, away from prying eyes.
With a dry mouth and itching hands, he simply nodded, and made for the room fashioned for his respite. It took a few sets of stairs and walking past a few lingering nobles, casting a few nods their way and ignoring some strangely knowing glances. It was hard to get used to having all eyes pointed at him, even concerning matters that none had any business being privy to.
A sigh of relief left him when he finally did get to close the door behind them. He didn't dare look at Dorian on the way to his quarters in fear of looking unprofessional, but now that they had some privacy, he simply could not resist admiring the mage's good looks. People may have said that he spent a lot of time preening himself, but it was not without result. Although, who was to say he couldn't use a little doubting?
(( ghhh sorry I haven't been writing much -- I have to start DA:I over because my save caught a really bad bug :( also, being swamped with homework the day before the holidays wasn't exactly my idea of having a good Christmas. So I've been busy. I'll be back soon enough, and in the meantime just like this for a starter! ))