#arvilkiem

[outsmarrt-blog]

arvilkiem​

         “i need your help.”          it’s a serious sounding request paired with a glint in her eye that ought to tell just about everyone that it's far from life-threatening. 

[ofwalks-a-blog]

kool fade dad: welcome to hell julia

kool fade dad: you've seen the train

kool fade dad: you're doomed

⎿ JULIA. ⏋: well

⎿ JULIA. ⏋: u see

⎿ JULIA. ⏋: is this gonna be like one of those fucking omens like

⎿ JULIA. ⏋: u see the train

⎿ JULIA. ⏋: gotta reblog it in 4 minutes

⎿ JULIA. ⏋: otherwise u die

kool fade dad: no no

kool fade dad: the train is sacred

kool fade dad: u cannot decimate it like so

kool fade dad: u must worship the train

kool fade dad: and subsequently

kool fade dad: Thomas himself

[dorfvir-blog]

arvilkiem

Armoured  feet come to a rest, mouth opening in greeting        that is, if the words he wished to speak formed. Instead, they stay trapped inside his throat, light eyes locked on the man before him. He's been tasked with knowing those of the Inquisition; a task that the ambassador  had said was vital, if only to see what the Warden was capable of, in terms of amicable relations.      He had thought Leliana would       reassure them. She did not.     Theven almost curses the woman, swallowing     as he watches the man with the hounds. Even     with his coat of arms, his emblem, he feels ten     years younger, maybe even twenty, when he     was frightened of the mere mention of humans.            Creators guide him.             "Greetings." He begins, gauntleted hand              slowly revealing itself, stretching outwards.             "I am Warden Mahariel, recently acquired              to the Inquisition. An honour to meet you."

[hissettingsun-blog-blog]

five times kissed.

     upon his introduction at kalla’s insistence, lips did meet for the first time, however fleeting. the woman had more of his attention, while sverrand bore more awe, and a touch of fear. it was clear enough that he was welcome in each of their arms, but kalla had made the first move, been the first to express interest in him.

     the second kiss the two men shared was in private, while kalla was off and away on a hunt. thanks to training and the attention of two of the ashen’s greatest fighters, threnn was making more of a name for himself. it started as congratulation, a surprise, but soon melted into something warmer — perhaps, hotter.

     still, most lines remained uncrossed until kalla returned the next day. pleased with their progress, her encouragement ushered the last line of their triangle to form, the three finally to coalesce. between kalla’s soothing kisses, sverrand left his own mark, their third kiss chasing quickened breaths as the man found something of a home between threnn’s own legs.

     from there, they stumbled onto each other, into each other, nestling and nuzzling on a bed of furs with kalla between or beside them. it’s not their fourth kiss, but it’s the sweetest moment since — sverrand’s large hands roaming across threnn’s chest as he shifts, riding as one might a horse, before leaning down to seal lips to silence. kalla slumbered beside them, hands resting on their child to come.

     their last embrace was before all of ferelden’s armies. kalla had stolen him for a moment earlier, and he was to move to another section of battle lines. pride welled in the elder’s eyes, and made tracks down his cheeks as he puled threnn’s face to his own. soldiers whispered, but damn them. they wouldn’t understand. they hadn’t witnessed the growth, felt the slow syncing of three beats to complementing rhythms. 

[diebeskunst-archive]

arvilkiem liked for a starter

     ❝PUPPIES!❞ 

Yes he was an adult.. most of the time.. sometimes... when he felt like it. Which was not one of those moments.

Though, who could stay all mature when he just found a pack of puppies? Who could not crouch down and reach out their hands and pet as many as possible.

Well a certain fennec fox named Fluff, that somehow had been able to climb onto his shoulder to glare down at the puppies was not too happy. Jealous maybe.. or it simply didn't like dogs.

     ❝Don't be jealous..❞ 

The half-elf chuckled before looking around to find the owner.

[falsebride-blog]

arvilkiem

               ' i truly hope this isn't your cat. '

[serkxight]

arvilkiem replied to your post://On Friday I cut my hand (pretty badly) and it’s...

oh no!! i hope you feel better soon babe!! i’m sorry to hear that ` v `

//I'll be okay! I just called my nurse uncle and he's gonna come over and take care of it for me.

[madamiisms]

tbhhh i always get super excited when you're on the dash because you're just. a beautiful vivienne?? everything about her is spot-on and i think it's absolutely amazing. the fact that you follow me at all actually leaves me in awe sometimes. you're great. keep it up!! i love your viv.

you're compromising me here pLEASE