forgot to leave a note for my doordasher to bring a blunt weapon to get past the catacomb skeletons so congrats to whichever necromancer is about to get my banh mi i guess
i think cullen should've been able to remember cole so he'll always be a reminder of how mages are treated by templars like him. i think cole should have Spirit Freak Outs whenever cullen is near because he sees cullen's memories of hurting people. to have a spirit of compassion understand his suffering but can never stay in the same room as him. a reminder that him being victim to demons and lyrium addiction will never erase the hurt he's caused. fuck you
do you think the catholic church effectively utilized wokeness by funneling money into the colonization and rape of the americas after issuing the doctrine of discovery which effectively legalized the subjugation of indigenous peoples?
i havent posted any writing in a really long time so. a few paragraphs random out of context justice/hawke smut from my current WIP
overarcing premise of this fic (and of vernon and anders’ relationship) is justice and anders becoming comfortable living in the same body with aligned goals, and justice navigating his relationship with the physical world. it’s justice/hawke/anders but there’s a lot of focus on a fusion of identity between justice and anders being the same person.
id elaborate but i really really need to go to bed lol.
“You’re not ready for that, Justice.”
What weakness is the flesh— Justice just barely smothers an impulse to whine, like a drooling dog. “I want it. I changed my mind.”
Hawke laughs a little. His voice seeds big purple orchids of sex beneath the skin, and Justice squirms for want. “I didn’t say you didn’t want it,” says Hawke.
Cruelly, he snaps his thighs open even wider, and the last desperate strap of black leather over the muscles of his inner thigh rips apart hard. Anders shrivels in delight; like a hooked fish, Justice’s gaze snaps back down to Hawke’s gorgeous hard cock, deliciously thick, inches from his nose. Hawke’s stroking himself at a leisurely pace now, in an uneven, hypnotic rhythm; one, rest, one-two, rest, one.
“Justice— focus.” Hawke’s voice has a mean edge to it, somehow also tender. But Justice’s body is a house on fire. He wants to put his mouth on Hawke’s cock; his mouth wets at the thought of it. Would it feel like the kissing from before? Would it feel better? Memories rush up as half a response, not his own, or well, his own now, and the answer is yes, and Justice licks his lips with Anders’ muscle memory. It’s incredible just to see what it looks like when he’s spent so many nights up wondering; so close it’s all he can see.
“It’s obvious what you want,” Hawke continues. His voice is rough and thick as a pelt, and yet he condescends to drawl. “And I said you’re not ready. You’d fall apart.”
“You’ll hold us together,” Justice manages. It is his and Anders’ voices together, and their voices are shaking.
Hawke’s hand stutters and he wrenches it away, gripping the chair instead. He hisses through his teeth. “Anders touches me first.”
Then they say if you're a bad boy daddy will punish you. But what's the punishment? More gay sex! You can't escape it. This whole damn place is in the pocket of Big Sex
or like fenders and they are fucking each other but they’re both thinking of hawke the whole time. and neither of them has fucked or will ever fuck hawke. or fenris has fucked hawke and anders is fucking fenris because that’s the closest he’ll ever get to fucking hawke. like they’re never really fucking each other even when they’re literally fucking each other. it’s always really about fucking hawke. things of that nature.
there's probably already a name for this but it's a trope i coined for a very specific type of dynamic that im consistently obsessed with. give me two people who grew up together and played together and were each other's best friend and then Something Happened and now everything's fucked up but they're still friends. or they want to be at least. you look so different now and everything is so much more complicated now than when we played in your backyard but literally who else knows me better than you. who else could i ever call my best friend
lrb listen bc vernon and anders are switches which in their relationship means vernon domming anders and justice like 90% of the time including when theyre not having sex to a certain extent and then Something Bad Happens In Real Life like vernon has to fight the arishok or bartrand happens and they go into this other dynamic that night which is basically vernon dancing around his daddy issues and anders doing this to various levels of objective success:
and then the next day vernon is like ok lowkey that never happened. and anders is like lowkey that never happened. i like the other thing better anyway. and justice is like I LIKE THE OTHER THING BETTER TOO. and then two weeks pass and then like leandra dies
Then they say if you're a bad boy daddy will punish you. But what's the punishment? More gay sex! You can't escape it. This whole damn place is in the pocket of Big Sex
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