//Yesterday I tried to type some replies and popped a stitched. I've now been banned from the computer until they get out. So consider this a (semi) hiatus until around next week!
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
DEAR READER
Cosimo Galluzzi
Not today Justin

oozey mess
Peter Solarz
taylor price
Sweet Seals For You, Always
h
trying on a metaphor
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies
Stranger Things
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
No title available

Kiana Khansmith
styofa doing anything
sheepfilms
Sade Olutola

Andulka
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Poland

seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@serkxight
//Yesterday I tried to type some replies and popped a stitched. I've now been banned from the computer until they get out. So consider this a (semi) hiatus until around next week!
’ GOODBYE ‘ for now cause I know in another life we’ll be ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ another chance to get to know you better
anonymously send me your opinion about me and my roleplaying and i will post it without replying.
...
Still glaring —————-
Look at this face. How can you be mad at this face?
❝———- she is downright adorable !
I miss mine much, a you do, Sir..❞ the young woman could barely repress her excitation in front of the huge dog & glancing at the master with a supplica- ting look, Ioreth spoke: ❝———- May I ?❞
Tristan nodded, gesturing a hand toward the dog, "O' course. Go right ahead. Haven't started trainin' her yet, so she's a lil' wild still." Though he hadn't truly trained his last dog, preferring the natural instincts to those taught.
"She shouldn't bite though. Still got puppy teeth."
"Her name is Princess." He grinned, watching the Mabari puppy chew on a piece of old leather, "Descended from my old Mabari. Miss him, I do."
He never came into the Chantry. He didn’t think the Sisters were overly fond of elves, and he felt judged. By the priests, by the humans, by the Maker. He felt like everything he’d ever experienced was plastered on his face. Certainly the ears didn’t help much.
But he’d needed to get away. He needed a few minutes of monotonous quiet and peace. He barely paid attention to where he was going when he crossed the threshold. It was far more crowded than he’d have liked, but he felt it’d be too conspicuous if he turned and ran. Ears burning, he made a beeline for the nearest mostly empty pew.
He stared at the shield and at the human, making a slightly pitiful face. "Very much so, yes," he admitted, already half sitting on the shield. He nearly melted into the pew, letting out a strained breath. "Andraste’s tits - " he muttered, and then realized where it was that he’d just blasphemed. He looked at the human with a gaping mouth. "Uh - I - amen."
Tristan laughed, earning a few sharp glares from the Sisters and the Revered Mother. He smiled sheepishly, and that seemed to satisfy them enough to return to the service at hand, "Ain't no one perfect, " He hummed lowly toward the elf, gently pulling his shield from beneath him. Once free, he slid it under the pew.
"You showed up a lil' late. Well, more than a lil' late, " He gestured toward the Sisters beginning to shuffle out of the hall, "Service is almost over." Often times he came just to hear the Chant of Light. Despite his dislike of the Chantry's machinations, he did enjoy the Chant. It filled him with a comfort he missed most days.
"But Maker is that woman long-winded--" Tristan snorted, watching the Revered Mother give her sermon to her 'flock' as she so liked to call them, "Tristan, if ya were wonderin'."
//Hand is hurting again, but I made a good dent in my drafts! Only 8 left, and I should be able to throw those out in the morning. So if you didn't get a reply tonight, you should get one tomorrow! I'm going to head to bed. Night!
knight person you have considerably sexy man breasts bye
"Ex-Excuse me?"
Though he’s not so subtly been checking out Dorian. Because Dorian.
” Makes conversation all the more exciting, don’t you think? One little slight when you’re unaware, and— POOF! —I have you where I want you. Don’t bother with shirts. You’re better off without. “
"Reminds me of when the nobles try insult me for bein' low-class is all. Twist your words and make a fool o' the knight."
"We're isolated in the mountains. It snows nearly every night--" Not he slept with a shirt on. Or wore one as often as he should, "If ya left the tower more often, you'd see more of what ya like."
Regardless of how old the warrior might be getting, the man had a strong arm and a steady shield — two things Jacinto always considered himself in need of, regardless how many he had within his inner circle. Would tactics allow, he’d back himself with nothing but protective warriors, but a subtler hand was, at times, needed.
”A weapon,” the inquisitor started.
His attentive gaze was turned towards the mentioned hill, searching for signs of ambush or work. “An ancient weapon, and potentially, any other Venatori that happen to guard it.”
Tristan wiped a bit of red off his blade and looked back toward Jac, "A weapon? Well, if we're trudgin' uphill an' killin' Venatori, it might as well be for somethin' useful." He chuckled, sheathing his sword for the trip up. While it would have been reasonable to carry the sword out, and ready, it was not practical. No one came out looking pretty with a blade swinging around.
"Know what kind o' weapon? Though with all the Venatori, " He spat on the ground, "I'm thinkin' it's probably a staff?""
fereldenhero said: can kayla rest her head on his man breast?
All may lay on the pillowy man breasts
knight person you have considerably sexy man breasts bye
"Ex-Excuse me?"
Though he’s not so subtly been checking out Dorian. Because Dorian.
” Suppose that you don’t. Skyhold only has room for that many accolades at any given moment. And with me presiding over, chances are, they’ll have them addressed my way. Thank you? How gracious. “
"Anyone ever tell ya that ya dance 'round too much with your words when you're sayin somethin'?"
...
knight person you have considerably sexy man breasts bye
"Ex-Excuse me?"
Though he’s not so subtly been checking out Dorian. Because Dorian.
” Bosom. Your bosom. Chest. Whichever seems less convoluted. It’ll be nice if you were to be quicker on the uptake.”
"I heard ya jus' fine. Wasn't sure I heard correct--"
"Suppose I should be sayin' thank you, yeah?" He scratched his stubbled cheek, "Jus' ain't too use to compliments."
[ aaaay ] confess!
Send CONFESS for my muse to admit something they find attractive about yours.
"I can feel Andraste frowning upon me, considerin' Jac's supposed to be holy--"
He shook his head, thinking anyhow, "He's tempered. His role as a leader ain't to be downplayed, and maybe that's why he's attractive. In general, I mean. It ain't the power or the strength he can command at the wave of a hand. It's his willingness to use it for all the good he can. Maybe I'm bein' optimistic." Or maybe it was the fact that Jac was attractive all on his own.