---RED WINE

[oamatus-blog]

              ---hello.

[a-muse-ments]

Your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary

Leave a  ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you. 

[honeycut-a-blog]

TRICK OR TREAT BINCH......

puffy magician lives up to his title. also bonus modern verse asshole marian

Things Dorian Pavus probably does when the Inquisitor goes off adventuring without him:

He reads. A lot. And makes a note of things to bring up in conversation later that don’t revolve around the current world disasters. Maybe something about nugs.

Also, he makes a note of all the ways he’s going to /gently/ rebuke the Inquisitor for not taking him along. (The rain and the cold isn’t so bad with the Inquisitor’s company. But it’s still pretty bad.)

He looks up each time someone comes up the stairs to the library - even if he knows the Inquisitor is far away. Old habits, he says to himself, though it’s a rather new habit he’s picked up.

(The occasional fluttering sensations are new too.)

Dorian reads the books that Cassandra lends to him, and then puts them down after a chapter or two because he simply can’t go on reading such smut. He paces around a bit and leans over the banister before he makes a disgusted noise and picks the book right back up.

He sits in his chair with the sun on the side of his face and watches the people rush by - the scouts and researchers. They nod at him when they pass sometimes. He’s not sure what or who they see, but he’s glad they’re looking.

One of the mages asks him if he can help with a Tevene cipher. Dorian laughs. Alexius used to have me doing these before breakfast. Works up an appetite - or so he said. There are better ways. The cipher’s decoded before the hour’s up.

Occasionally he’ll hear a scout telling Leliana about Venatori in the area the Inquisitor’s headed for and something tightens in his chest like a gripping fist. (Then it eases; the Inquisitor has that talent for killing things, after all. And a talent for surviving - and Dorian values that one much more highly.)

The ravens stare at him from the cages. Dorian learns that they seem unaffected by his natural charm when he tells them to stop and so, therefore, concludes that they are not creations of the Maker but of the void itself.

He throws little paper balls down onto Solas’ desk until Solas fetches Josephine to politely ask him to stop. He carries on. Cullen doesn’t ask as nicely.

And when the Inquisitor comes back and creeps up the steps with a weary smile, Dorian bounds out of the chair to meet him. He stops himself an inch short of grasping him by the arms and smiles despite all the fresh cuts and scrapes he sees. They’ll fade. He’s in one piece. They don’t kiss - but they smile at one another.

(I don’t want these onlookers to think I’m stealing your soul he says. (But they know he’s already stolen something else of the Inquisitor’s.))

me?? using sarcasm as a defense mechanism???????? what?????

[oamatus-blog]

&&. FENRIEL

          laughter bubbles, bright as the mage’s eyes. the thought of them traipsing about disguised as orlesians is so preposterously funny that now he feels they have to do it. imagine the mischief! the deception! the fun! fenriel schools his features into something faux-conspiratorial. ❝ only if we can put really stupid faces on them. ❞

         He leans in, fingers twiddling ‘gainst his chin with DIABOLICAL mischief. There is no more romantic a notion than spending an afternoon mocking the ostentatiousness of an entire superpowered country.

         “ I’d be offended if we didn’t. ” He replies, eyes flashing. Suddenly, in a terrible spark of inspiration, his features CONTRACT into a most comical state of furrowed brows and puckered lips--- like he’s been sucking on a raw lemon. “ I’m thinking something HIDEOUS enough to really knock their frilly pantaloons off. ”

[louises-belcher]

If you can’t already tell, I’m a big fan of complaining.

[tanadhal]

" I just--- I don't think this is going to work. "

    his smile’s fraying, light fleeting from fenriel’s burning eyes. why does his throat tighten? his heart strain? why did he think that this could ever be anything different? fetish fodder, they’d said, and they’d probably been right. now dorian is tired of him like anyone else would be. this is what happens when he allows himself more than one night.

       stupid. stupid stupid stupid stupid s—

        ❝ of course. ❞ he says, and it takes all of the strength left in him not to look down or away or anywhere but that fucking face. he never should have done this. never should have trusted. he left a crack in his armour and expected not to be stabbed. idiot. fenriel leaves without another word and he doesn’t come back.

[oamatus-blog]

trick or FUKC YOU. Owned. Just owned emma everybody

trick or fuck yuo || selectively accepting

JUST GOT FUCKIGN OWND fuck........

[raidstombs]

Ask Box Trick-or-Treat

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!

my last words will probably be sarcastic

ATTENTION: I need attention

[dailyholzer]

[itsthemquotes]

The mind is angry but the heart still cares.

(via itsthemquotes)

[vibenorte-blog]

[oamatus-blog]

oatmeal

[oamatus-blog]

dan doran your bobbie s

                “ Take a PICTURE & cherish the memory. ”