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@littlehoundthings
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Little Hound Things is an independent-RP blog for my OC Asheriel Senneck, primarily settled in Dragon Age, Baldur's Gate 3, or Modern settings. | 18+ only
Written by Jay ( 30+ | They/them )
Dragon Age info | Lore | Carrd | Musings
Open Starters | Ask Memes
⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional
[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail
[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head
[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough
[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower
[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances
[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs
[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering
[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion
[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly
[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart
[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them
[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"
[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it
[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive
[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame
[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish
[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them
[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more
[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”
[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time
[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard
[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back
[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow
[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will
[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release
[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control
[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t
[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way
[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.
[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air
[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again
[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch
[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver
[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch
𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞
❝ get on your knees—now. ❞
❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞
❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞
❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞
❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞
❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞
❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞
❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞
❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞
❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞
❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞
❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞
❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞
❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞
❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞
❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞
❝ take it. like that. good. ❞
❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞
❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞
𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 — send 🌶️ and guess my muse's kinks.
&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various non - halloween themed dialogue prompts for all your slashers, final girls, and other horrors beyond your comprehension. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to edit as you seem fit. )
❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜
❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜
❛ i want to see your true face. ❜
❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜
❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜
❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜
❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜
❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜
❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜
❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜
❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜
❛ there you are, my darling! ❜
❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜
❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜
❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜
❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜
❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜
❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜
❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜
❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜
❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜
❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜
❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜
❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜
❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜
❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜
❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜
❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜
❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜
❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜
❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜
❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜
❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜
❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜
❛ are you… smelling me? ❜
❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜
❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜
❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜
❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜
❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜
❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜
❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜
❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜
❛ no one is coming for you. ❜
❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜
❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜
❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜
❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜
❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜
❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜
❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜
❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜
❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜
PROMPTS FROM THE WALKING DEAD * assorted dialogue from the television show, adjust as necessary
sucks, don't it? the moment you realize you don't know shit.
hey you. dumbass.
didn't you ever misjudge someone?
damn you for making me do this. this was you, don't me. you did this to us! this was you! not me!
so this is where you plan to do it?
at least i have the balls to call this what it is: murder.
why don't you hush up?
you really believe they're gonna buy whatever bullshit story you cook up?
they'll get over you. they've done it before.
why? why now? i thought we worked this all out.
we tried to kill each other.
is that what you want?
i know you. you won't be able to live with this.
come on. raise your gun.
they are fucking with the wrong people.
you hear that?
why don't you just piss in my ear and tell me it's raining.
how come we never hooked up?
got a way with words, don't i?
you're a man of god. have some faith.
you need to know something.
maybe you people are better off without me.
maybe i'm fooling myself.
go on. there's the door. you can do better. let's see how far you get.
get one thing straight. if you're staying, this isn't a democracy anymore.
you earn what you take.
that was bullshit.
i made a choice.
you're beat. your people are down.
i'll get out of it. i always do.
we could have a future.
i am bigger. i am badder. and i got a bat.
it's not over until he's dead.
what happened, what we did, what we lost... there's gotta be something there. all this, all this is just what was. there's gotta be something after.
what happened to their guns?
they're at the door. they were gonna get in.
i killed them. i saved you.
i still know how to survive.
all life is precious.
i was wrong. i thought that after living behind these walls for so long that... maybe they couldn't learn.
if we work together, we'll rebuild the walls.
there'll be more. there's got to be more.
we're not safe with him.
why do you need him?
what do you want?
i think we should take our chances.
don't be foolish. there's no food, no fuel, no ammo...
what was that?
we need to leave. i mean, what are we waiting for?
it came from over there.
the last thing we need is for everyone to go running off in the dark.
no one's going anywhere.
what are you doing here?
you can never tell anyone.
she's in a better place.
if you believe it, you're an idiot.
did he say something?
i don't need you to patronize me. everyone either avoids me or they treat me like i'm crazy.
this could have been handled better.
you don't get it, do you?
we all have suffered.
i'm not going out there without my gun.
i've never seen a gorilla drive a car before. but if you put it in a museum, i'm not gonna call it art.
would you please talk some sense into your lover?
i hope we're not boring you.
i'm a good shot.
if i say something, will you promise not to be mad?
we couldn't just leave him behind.
people died trying to get you here.
are they alive?
i just didn't want anyone to die.
i can do it myself. i have to... while i still can.
where did you get this?
you poisoned them.
i am trying to save them, too.
( @littlehoundthings || sent x )
❛ I thought we could just nap together. ❜ (For Gareth)
It had been a rather long day for Gareth. With a lot of research and then a long training session out the shops back to keep his form in fighting shape, he hadn't realised how late it was getting. His eyes were droppy and his body ached as he let out a loud audible yawn and a stretch. He really could just collapse on the floor and sleep.
He was all but ready to go to the room that Ashe had given to him when the mage suggested they napped together. A sweet smile spread over the knight's face as he didn't question it. He was sleepy and he had always longed to just nap against Ashe, be it in his arms or Ashe in his. "Sounds great. Lead the way." Another yawn as he set the sword he had been training with against the door.
The foundation and space of the shop were all malleable for the mage-- which was alright considering the real building was somewhere in Ireland where it could grow and shrink as needed. He'd used it to reshape the shop several times.
But Gareth's room wasn't an addition that he remembered adding himself. He'd simply walked into the hallway and noticed a new door to a room for Gareth. It wasn't the first time the shop had taken initiative like this. Just the first time it was a long-term addition like this.
Ashe smiled as he lead Gareth upstairs toward Ashe's bedroom. He was already stripping off his 'life-proof' enchanted vest by the time they were stepping through the living room and kicking off his shoes. He flopped down onto the bed and held open his arms for Gareth. "Hurry up, or I'm gunna doze off without ya."
@necroplich: if you found out you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do?
A snort. Okay, maybe that reaction was a little mean, but in Ashe's defense that was a rather mean question to ask him all things considered. The blighted hound let off a sigh before opening the drawer under his desk and pulling out a bundle of letters. He let the bundle land on his desk with a hefty "thump" before looking at Emmrich.
"These are letters that I've been writin' every day since I was infected with the Blight," Ashe explained to Emmrich with a tired expression. "Most of them are to my daughter, but some are to my teacher, my comrades, and my family."
"I would ensure that these were to be delivered. Then I suppose I would do what I'm already doing," Ashe hummed out as he put the letters back. His own mortality was VERY apparent in the dark circles under his eyes and the black veins peaking out from beneath his clothes. Even with all his skill as a healer and blood mage, Ashe could only stabilize the blight temporarily.
He WAS going to die. There was no question.
But if he was going to die...
"I'd go out swinging to the very end," Ashe chuckled out with a flash of a grin to Emmrich. "Might as well take out as many of the Evanuris' forces with me as I could."
@necropolich: i'm trying to picture a world where we get through this in one piece.
"Come now, Professor! I know you have more imagination than that," Ashe teased with a wide grin as he faced down the ogre before them. Rook was busy clearing the additional dark spawn while Ashe kept the ogre's attention. The Hound grinned wickedly at the mighty opponent before him.
His steps were light as he dodged to the side, avoiding the giant club that threatened to crush him with a single hit. "Besides. Nothin' wrong with coming out in two- maybe three pieces. I'm sure I could still fix someone up at that point," He joked mid battle as he flourished his sword. Mana flowed through his limbs and settled into his bones, enhancing his strength and speed with magical energy. Ashe hunkered down into a runner's pose with his sword out to the side.
"Openin' incoming!" He called out to Emmrich before magical energy rushed down his body like blue lightning and settled into his feet, before erupting from his feet-- launching Ashe forward like a blue rocket toward the ogre. Ashe slammed into its flank with explosive force-- shoulder checking it and knocking it off balance, forcing it to step back a few times.
Ashe rolled to a stop with that same excited grin. He glanced toward Emmrich and winked at the professor, before his attention went back to the ogre.
PROMPTS FOR CURIOUS HYPOTHETICALS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
do you think you would have liked me if we met back then?
if i asked you to marry me... right now... what would you say?
could you ever imagine us together?
what if we're not meant to survive this?
if you found out you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do?
what if your life went differently? where do you think you'd be?
i bet we would have been best friends as kids.
could you imagine a world like that?
would you say yes if i asked you on a date?
what if only one of us gets out?
i wish we'd dated sooner.
what if they don't like me?
what superpower would you choose, if you had to pick one?
i wonder what that would be like.
i bet we'd be married by now, if things had gone differently.
i'll never stop considering the "what-ifs."
have you ever pictured us as a couple?
what does your perfect future look like?
do you think you might see me as more than a friend?
ever thought about the future?
what if we're not meant to be together?
but what if there's only one bed? what then?
if we get through this, what's the first thing we should do?
where do you see yourself in ten years?
if a higher power exists... i wonder what they think of us.
maybe we could try going on a date. see what happens.
i've always wondered if you'd ever look my way.
what words would [name] use to describe you?
what would be your strategy for an apocalypse?
could you ever see me as something more?
if we ever make it out of here, where will we go?
what do you think lies ahead?
what if i'm not meant to do this?
if we get trapped, we need to come up with a plan.
have you ever wondered what our kids would look like?
is there more to life than this?
do you ever wish we'd met each other sooner?
i always wonder what would have happened.
if you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
if you could snap your fingers right now and be anywhere you want, where would you pick?
do you think we have any chance of surviving this?
i'm trying to picture a world where we get through this in one piece.
what if this doesn't end well?
what if we get stuck there?
if a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?
what if everyone stares at me?
what if i'm not cut out for this?
The fear, however persistant, never seemed to stop Emmrich from his duty to his companions and their shared cause. But mortality remains a spectre in his thoughts, as if he might turn and catch sight of a reaper, waiting for him in the periphery of his vision. Just as the fight ended, a dark curtain fell over his vision, and for a moment Emmrich expected death's embrace.
His vision returned, though his head still throbbed. What matters is he is stable, and remembers enough to know who to thank for it.
@littlehoundthings bandages Emmrich's wounds 𝖗𝖊𝖋.
❝You have done more than enough for me. I am capable of taking it from here.❞ Healing is not his expertise, but his work required medical and anatomical knowledge, as well as spirit work. Coupled with his interest in plants and alchemy, Emmrich is sincere in his offer to relieve Ashe of his post. ❝I won't keep you unless necessary. You deserve to rest, too,❞ he adds, wrinkles framing his eyes as he smiles warmly. ❝Though you absolutely must tell me more about your training. Later, once we have both returned to form.❞ It seems no injury could steal the zest for learning from Emmrich's voice. ❝Thank you, Ashe.❞
"You're free te interrogate me all about my training and education once you're all patched up, Emmrich," Ashe teased with a smirk as he continued to pulp together a blend of herbs. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together for a moment, before spreading the gathered magic over the herbs making them spark. He watched the smoke together, before pouring some alcohol into the bowl and mixed it together.
"Don't you worry about me. I'm used te workin' long hours, and I'm almost done here anyways." Ashe explained with a soft smile as he finished his mixture and handed it to Emmrich. "Here, drink that up. You took some internal damage from that ogre. This'll have you feelin' right as rain again." Mingling magic directly into the herbs was one of Ashe's specialties, letting him do more healing with an herbal mixture than healing magic alone. Another bit of folk magic he picked up from his travels.
"Not that I doubt your own expertise, by the way. I'm just a stubborn old dog that likes to finish what he starts," Ashe joked with a wink and a grin. "So don't worry about it and drink. This is the job I was hired for, after all."
"So if we ever couldn't bathe for a long time, would you just wolf out and uhhhh. Lick yourself clean?"
Maker grant me patience for if you grant me strength...
"What is with your obsession with my personal habits? Why is this a question you need to know the answer to? No? Yes? I don't know! I suppose it's an option? Honestly my fur already gets matted using regular soap, so I might have to figure out a solution??? I'm sure they sell dog soap SOMEWHERE."
ASK LIMIT.
@necropolich: ❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞
"My research? Not at all," Ashe smiled as he set down his ink pen to give Emmerich his full attention. It was nice to take a break from staring at old tomes and journals to chatter about research with someone, especially another researcher.
"Since the Inquisition, I've been studyin' the Veil and it's... I suppose composition is the best way to describe it. Tryin' to understand what it is and how it came to be," Ashe explained as he motioned to a couple of the books on his desk.
"My work with the Veil Jumpers has been a boon in that regard. Lotta manuscripts and old journals have made their way to my hands for translation and research. So far I've been able to mimic some of the experiments of temporarily removing the Veil from small sections, but nothin' on the grand scale that Solas is plannin' on."
"Kinda just like poking holes in a giant reservoir. Not enough to drain the well, but enough that I've managed to improve my ability to communicate with spirits regardless of my-- predisposition." Blood magic, after all, made one more aligned with the physical world and more resilient to the Fade. It hampered Ashe's ability to communicate with the spirits or enter the Fade except through drastic means-- such as the Eluvians.
"I figure the more information we have on the veil and its composition, the better understandin' of Solas and the Evanuris' plans."
Give this a like and I'll either send you memes, or you'll get a dog in your ask box.
It's a surprise for everyone!
Finally getting my feet wet writing over here again. Gunna try and do a bunch of asks between doing game-dev stuff on my TTRPG.
Hopefully I'll get my ask box cleaned up some before the addies wear off.
@necropolich: ❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞
"My last name?" Ashe looked confused for a moment, before quirking an eyebrow and glancing up at the ceiling in thought. It had been a LONG time since he'd used his last name anywhere. Most people just knew him as The Hound or Ashe. He chuckled before shaking his head.
"Senneck. it's not a fancy noble name or anythin', just a small family of mages outta Starkhaven. Apparently magic skipped my father's generation and ended up in me," Ashe explained with a chuckle and a shake of his head. He'd taken some time during his travels to research his own family, and found out more about his family-- although he never bothered to meet them.
Between his father's family out of Starkhaven, and his mother, Ashe had no chance of NOT being some flavor of magical.
"No need te be fancy and use it at all though, professor. Just feel free te keep callin' me Ashe."
