MAL

independent bg3 oc. sideblog to ofunderdarks

[malerakas]

&* MALERAKAS - // independent BG3 OC. Not Tav.

penned by neptune && follows back from @ofunderdarks

[malerakas]

Moved to @seldariine

[malerakas]

@rejectlegacy x

Malerakas allows himself to be pulled down, leaning into and returning the embrace tightly. He loves that he gets to wake with Alden each morning. Today, he'd been unable to resist waking the other; he'd looked so beautiful, and all he'd wanted to do was kiss him there and then. Pulling his head back, he nudges their noses together and steals another, kiss - properly this time.

"Good morning, heart."

[seldariine]

updated rules under the cut.

[rejectlegacy]

He's got his own share of bone chilling nightmares and even more horrific memories. It's because he's no stranger to fear and restless dreams that he doesn't push Mal to do anything other than take a few deep breaths and center himself. Still, he would be lying if he didn't admit if he was curious about what dreams are plaguing his companion. Hand lingering on Mal's shoulder for a moment, he moves his hand away so he can move to sit beside him.

"If you want to tell me, I'll listen. If you don't want to tell me, it's fine," he assures him, flashing the other a small, supportive smile. He fidgets with his necklace, a simple chain enchanted with disguise self as he waits for Mal's reply.

[malerakas]

Malerakas, when Alden moves his hand, wishes he was quick enough to grab it and keep it there. Instead, he sits, rubbing at his face and then once more at the stumps of his horns. There's a moments hesitation before he remembers how much he trusts Alden; how Alden is safe.

" It was a vivid dream. I was back aboard the ship, and then in the room they- " He has to take a breath, turning his gaze downward. The loss of his horns is not only traumatic, but embarrassing and still very, very fresh in his memories.

"-- the room where they took my horns. "

[malerakas]

@rejectlegacy

It had been their turn to keep watch. The night, thankfully had been more or less uneventful with the exception of the occasionally wild animal he had to scare off. That is... Until Mal had a nightmare. The two are still getting to know each other, learning to trust and confide in one another. He doesn't know every little details about Mal's past and neither does Mal know every little detail about his past. Still, he recognizes a nightmare when he sees one. He doesn't forcefully wake Mal from the nightmare. Instead, they wait until Mal wakes himself from the nightmare before going to kneel before him, checking on him. A gentle hand comes to rest on Mal's shoulder as Alden replies, "As dramatic and fun disappearing into the night sounds, I wouldn't do that to you," he assures Mal in a soft voice. "Do you want to talk about it?"

The nightmares are fewer these days; but no less potent. If anything, they're sometimes more potent. Tonight's was more potent, and when he comes round, his hand reflexively goes to his side, then to his head. No blood, no horns. No horns, but there's a phantom pain that takes him a moment to overcome before he registers the hand on his shoulder. "I-- uh. " It wouldn't be fair if he didn't talk, would it? Malerakas looks up at Alden, studying him for a moment as a hand comes to rest over their hand. "It's a lot. Are you sure? "

Where would he begin? The ship? The pirates? The chopping room? He doesn't like thinking about any of it, but he trusts Alden; and is getting to know him. He owes it to the other to be honest.

[leneemusing]

 SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES 

[ SIT ]  for one muse to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed,  keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still. 

[ RISK ]  for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat. 

[ DISTRACT ]  for one muse to drive while the other gives them head/fingers them. 

[ WATCH ]  for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise. 

[ SUBTLE ]  our muses are cuddling,  sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them. 

[ STILL ]  our muses are cuddling,  receiver begins to feel up sender and tease them. 

[ GUIDE ]  while one muse is riding the other,  the one being ridden takes hold of the one on top’s hips to control their movements. 

[ CLOSE ]  our muses have sex in lotus position,  clinging to each other desperately.  

[ GAZE ]  our muses are having sex in missionary and the one on the bottom tells them to slow down so they can just look at them for a few moments. 

[ DELAY ]  one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes. 

[ CAREFUL ]  one muse is recovering from minor injuries,  so the other takes charge and makes them stay still while they have slow,  sensual sex. 

[ REVERENT ]  one or both muses have been pining for a while,  sender body worships receiver by kissing all over their body and giving them oral. 

[ GRATIFICATION ]  one or both muses have been pining for a while,  receiver body worships sender by kissing all over their body and giving them oral. 

[ MESS ]  our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex,  but sender starts to finger receiver. 

[ RESTART ]  our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex,  but receiver starts to finger sender. 

[ CLEANSE ]  our muses have sex in the bathtub. 

[ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. 

[ DISCUSSION ]  for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together. 

[ APPROACHED ]  our muses haven’t been intimate yet and sender finally broaches the subject to receiver  (  feel free to add dialogue or actions  ) 

[ APPROACH ]  our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender. 

[ SUGGESTIVE ]  our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons,  kinks,  and what they’re attracted to. 

[ GROUND RULES ]  for our muses to discuss boundaries before trying something new in bed. 

[ OBSERVE ]  for sender to show receiver where and how they want to be touched. 

[ DEMONSTRATE ]  for receiver to show sender where and how they want to be touched.

[ LINE ]  our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating,  but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.  

[ DEBATE ]  our muses are arguing because sender is worried and overprotective of receiver,  but when they get up in each other’s faces they end kissing and groping at each other. 

[ CLAIM ]  our muses are arguing because receiver is worried and overprotective of sender,  but when they get up in each other’s faces they end up kissing and groping at each other. 

[ SENSUAL ]  for sender to slowly undress receiver,  caressing and kissing every part of them they expose. 

[ GRADUAL ]  for receiver to slowly undress sender,  caressing and kissing every part of them they expose. 

[ SERVICE ]  our muses just showered together,  sender dries off receiver with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go. 

[ CARESS ]  our muses just showered together,  receiver dries off sender with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go. 

COMMUNICATION

❝  well,  honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me.  ❞

❝  i’ve never tried that before.  but i want to,  can we just take it slow?  ❞

❝  don’t be nervous,  i’ll guide you through it.  ❞

❝  just because i’ve never actually fucked someone doesn’t mean i don’t know what i like.  we have toys for a reason.  ❞

❝  show me what you like.  ❞

❝  can we take a break?  i’m enjoying this i just need a moment.  ❞

❝  can i be on top this time?  ❞

❝  can i be on bottom this time?  ❞

❝  just relax,  lie still and let me take care of you.  ❞

❝  do you think we could try pegging?  i’ve always been kinda curious.  ❞

❝  you can blindfold me but i want my hands free if we do that.  ❞

❝  let me know if the ropes are too tight,  okay?  ❞

❝  i think i’m ready.  if you are too,  i wanna have sex.  ❞

❝  listen,  i’ve wanted to get you in bed since you first smiled at me.  but we don’t have to do this unless you’re sure.   ❞

❝  i’m ready,  but we should set some ground rules first.  ❞

❝  can you use your mouth again?  i really liked that.  ❞

❝  do you like how this feels?  ❞

❝  yes,  i like this.  can you just—  please keep doing that.  ❞

❝  i don’t want to be touched this time,  i just want to focus on you right now.  ❞

❝  i prefer to do the giving if that’s okay?  ❞

❝  i like receiving but,  if you want me to do something i will.  i want you to feel good too.  ❞

❝  you can go harder.  i’m okay,  i want you to.  ❞

❝  i don’t want to have to think or have control.  just,  do what you want with me.  if something is too much i’ll let you know.  trust me.  ❞

❝  do you need me to slow down?  ❞

❝  what can i do to make you more comfortable?  ❞

❝  i know this is really vulnerable for you,  so we can take this as slow as you need.  you’re in control here okay?  ❞

❝  can you just kiss me for a little bit first?  ❞

[rejectlegacy]

Alden is a cuddly person who was forced to resist touch. Crying, seeking hugs... Both the hag he's tied to and his parents saw it as a weakness to be expelled. Such weakness was yelled and beat out of him. Although he knows Mal would never hurt him for wanting comfort old habits and old fears die hard. So instead of seeking comfort from others he seeks comfort from himself, curling up tighter into an Alden shaped ball. Sadness is scary and vulnerable. Anger... Anger is easy. It's not right or kind but he converts his sadness into rage and takes it out on Malerakas.

"Stop pretending you care!" he practically growls at him. "You're just helping me because you think you can fix me. But there's nothing to fix. This is what I really am. This isn't a temporary curse. I was born cursed." A hexblood. he doesn't say it out loud -- he's confident that Mal can read between the lines. "Either that or you're helping me because you want me to make an Eerie token for you and I'm not doing that either." Eerie tokens are cursed/blessed objects made from parts of fey-aligned creatures that have certain powers that can be given to others. The token has to be a part of the fey aligned creature's body -- hair, fingernails, tooth, etc. His days of tearing himself apart, both literally and metaphorically for others is over. The harshness of his words lose some of their bite, however, as it is clear that he's both in immense pain and hiding from Mal, remaining curled in a ball, face tucked out of Mal's sight. "Go away. Fuck off."

[malerakas]

Alden is lashing out, and Mal doesn't think he means what he says when he tells the bard to leave. So he doesn't move -- he allows Alden to lash out, to get whatever it is that he needs to off his chest. His hand doesn't move from the other's knee; keeping that point of touch to remind Alden that he's going nowhere nonverbally while he processes what's just been said.

A hexblood. He'd be a hypocrite if he were repulsed by it. What, with how people automatically recoil and view him as a monster because of his horns: who was he to do that to Alden? It was different, yes, but in many ways it was the same. Something that caused distress; something they wished to hide.

When he's hiding again, Mal exhales calmly, the hand on Alden's knee moving to his hair, coursing through it slowly.

"Alden. I don't know what an Eerie token is and I don't want to." he is quick to assure, brows knit together "Will you look at me? I want you to hear me when I say this, so you know I'm not lying."

[malerakas]

back, sender gives receiver a back hug. (Marcy does love cuddles from behind ok)

Arms wrap around him; and it's strange, because he is so used to being treated as a criminal. To being treated wit disregard by all other than his kind and Halsin in this Grove. These arms are not those of a Tiefling, nor Halsin's. They feel. . . .small, distinctly human. It's nice; and eventually he rests a hand over her smaller ones.

" You know, I generally like knowing a persons name before we share an embrace - but you give very, very nice hugs, so I'll make an exception. I do hope this isn't some sort of sneaky ploy to get close enough to murder me though -" // @sunweaves

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[malerakas]

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 -- 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑 𝐍 𝐒 .

Age 50: KIDNAPPED by pirates. Made to be their performer for several years, forced to partake in situations he wanted no part of. This ranged from being their musician and slave to being used by the pirates to let out their frustrations of any and all kinds. By day; he'd rest as much as he could and by night he'd play them music, tell stories and do whatever it was he needed to do to please them & survive another night.

AGE 65: CAPTURED BY GUARDS; arrested and convicted of crimes he had not committed. The pirates named him captain and he was sentenced to have his horns removed. His right to symbolise that the crimes had been committed knowingly, and the left to atone for crimes committed against others through exile. Wherever he goes, people will see hm as a criminal.

AGE 69: HORNS ARE REMOVED AND HE IS EXILED. He travels the road for close to a year and eventually comes across a place called Emerald Grove, Halsin ( @bruinescence ) is the first person Mal meets that isn't immediately hostile or avoidant. The Druid is cautious, but does not treat him as a criminal outright.

AGE 70: CAPTAIN WHITEHAIR CAUGHT. Malerakas is acquitted and offered the chance to return to his society. He refuses & remains in the Grove.

AGE 72: PRESENT. Remains at the Emerald Grove, where he has formed a close friendship with Alfira. He is recruitable if aided in ousting Kagha by whatever means necessary.

[rejectlegacy]

@malerakas // cont. from X

The battle is fast and intense. In the blink of an eye it's all over... But not before he finds himself leaping into harm's way to ensure that Mal doesn't, quite literally, get stabbed in the back. There's something special about this fight... A hidden, lurking danger underneath that only reveals itself as he takes a particularly nasty blow. The blade sinks between a gap in his armor, cuts into fabric, his necklace and his skin. Shit, his necklace. Gone is his usual appreance and in its place is his real appreance. He's a hexblood. He's got vibrant red skin, eerie red and black eyes, jagged remains of horns, sharp claws and even sharper teeth. He's clearly not a "tiefing" and he's clearly not a devil, either. He's something in between. He's something rare, something monstrous. He can't let Mal see him like this. So he runs away.

He doesn't get far, not with his wound and not with his blood creating a trail for Mal to follow. His head spins and his vision gains dark edges but still, he clings to consciousness. He's faintly aware of the sound of Mal's voice, and his hands shake as he holds the greater healing potion bottle. There's something about the way Mal rushes to help him, despite his newfound appearance that breaks something within him. Hot tears spill down his cheeks as he drinks the potion. The tears only continue to fall as he hears Mal compliment him. Mal isn't afraid of the real him. Mal called the real him handsome. He can count on one hand the number of people who have seen him like this and haven't run away screaming.

His chest heaves with every sob, and he uses the back of his hand to hastily wipe at his face. It takes him a few moments for him to catch his breath and properly answer Mal. "Because you would've died otherwise, stupid!" He pulls his knees up to his chest and rests his forehead on his knees so he can hide his face from Mal.

[malerakas]

Gods, if that wasn't a sight to break hearts, Malerakas didn't know what else would. He doesn't know what to do. His mother, Gods love her, would remind him that affection sometimes helps -- but he's not the cuddliest of men and he's not sure Alden is comfortable with it either. If he were to embrace the other -- Alden would have to be the one to initiate it.

He is not adverse to touch, though.

Malerakas gives Alden the time he needs to drink the potion, and when the other hides his face once more -- the Tiefling doesn't stop him. If he needs to hide, Mal won't force him out until he's ready. Instead, Mal sits beside him, clawed hand resting on the other's knee.

" - my hero, huh? " he smiles, gives Alden a little nudge. "Let me see the damage? I need to know if we have to find a healer, Al."

[malerakas]

alden getting hurt protecting mal + for bonus angst/hurt with comfort: losing his disguise self appearance and al seeing his real form for the first time

-from @rejectlegacy

The attackers are dispatched of. One with a dagger to his neck, thrown with a precision Malerakas didn't know he'd had. The other, a human, is burned where he stands. Malerakas doesn't wait for them to fall though - he takes his leave, following the direction Alden left in. He feels a tightening in his chest, heart pounding as he follows the red trail. He needs to find him -- needs to save him. Needs to....Fuck, when did that feeling start? Malerakas shakes it off as quickly as it had hit him.

After a short while of frantic searching, hollering Alden's name, Malerakas finally sees him and he looks....completely different. There's no doubt it's Alden, but Malerakas is confused nonetheless. That doesn't stop him - he rushes over, kneeling beside the other and offers a lidless greater healing potion.

"Al, you-- you're an idiot, huh? What made you do that?" He's non-judging; if anything, his tone ebbs a little on the teasing side as he searches for the source of all the blood "-- a handsome idiot, nonetheless. Take this. "

[b1gtimerush]

actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

[potions-and-potters]

Man am I a sucker for “send me muse” lists but I can’t find a single list that I like so can someone rec one or just use this

↻ - something that my muse would redo if they could

→ - something my muse would like to skip

← - something my muse would like to go back to

▶ - something my muse would like to relive

✂ - something my muse would cut out of their life

✍ - something my muse would write to someone in a letter

（）- something my muse thinks but keeps to their self

♛ - something my muse is proud of

♜ - something my muse sucks at

♬ - something my muse like to listen to

☀ - something my muse does in the summer

☁ - something my muse does in the fall

☂ - something my muse does in the spring

☃ - something my muse does in winter

⍨ - something that makes my muse uncomfortable 

☹ - something that makes my muse sad

⍢ - something that excites my muse

㋛ something that makes my muse uncomfortable

＠ - something my muse would like write in a call out post

≈ - something my muse thinks they are like

≠ - something my muse thinks they are nothing like

⌛ - something my muse would be patient with

⊚ - something my muse hopes to achieve

~ more to come ~

[ribbontales]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬: a little assortment of sexual action prompts for rp purposes. remember to tag your usft and suggestive content. do not reblog this meme if you're under 18. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 ] : sender and receiver are having a steamy makeout session. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are interrupted. [ 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞] : sender removes an article of receiver's clothing. [ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are having sex half-clothed. [ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their hand/fingers. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their mouth. [ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are having sex for the first time. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver is having a wet dream about sender. [ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ] : receiver is thinking about sender when masturbating. [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : sender pins receiver down by the wrists during sex. [ 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 ] : sender and receiver are having sex in a public place. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex to reduce stress. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ] : sender helps receiver to have an orgasm. [ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex with no strings attached. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] : sender and receiver have sex after being apart a long time. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender and receiver are having lazy morning sex. [ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are cuddling after sex. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are trying to conceive.

[rejectlegacy]

@malerakas:

From Mal 😌 bet you thought I wouldn't.

Mal's juuuust going to lift him up over his shoulder and plod off with him. Yup. That's enough tavern time for you, Alden.

Being short has it's pros and cons. The pros are that his lack of height leads to people underestimating him and it makes it easier for him to weave in and out of the shadows. One of many cons is that it is easy for people to pick him up. Speaking of being picked up... Mal's actions are met with a loud growl of frustration. "Unhand me, bard," (he calls Mal bard when he's mad at him, of course). "I wasn't going to kill him. I just was going to give him a lesson in manners..." A purposeful pause before an honest confession, "With my fist. And maybe a bottle if he didn't learn when to quit."

[malerakas]

"I'll unhand you when you stop trying to hit people twice your size. Did you not notice they were taller than I am? " Malerakas retorts, making his way up the tavern's stairs. They've rented a set of rooms, and he intends on keeping good favour with this tavern-keep as much as he does the goliaths Alden had seemed so intent on picking a fight with. Even he won't go up against them alone.

" The only bottle you'll be hitting tonight is your water skein. Do I need to sit at your door and make sure you don't do anything regrettable?"