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[whisperedisolation-blog]

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“You seem different today, less in touch with the other world. You also look very sick.”

She was perched on his desk, legs crossed daintily so she didn't have to hang her legs over the edge of the desk. She would disturb more papers if she moved, so this was optimal. She couldn’t feel the room sway if she was sitting on the desk.

“The world’s being all funny again.”

[finecorpse]

†

a kiss to say good bye forever.

Little can be garnered by weeping though a stalwart visage begs a different sort of tribute. A gaze to linger, a touch to fumble, and breath that does quake at the shudder of lungs — shaky timbre does not dare to speak, not without the choking of life that doth gurgle from tongue and chest. She had always wondered her own end — an inescapable destiny that even she had attempted to conquer. Perhaps that had been where her madness lied, a bellowing roar of deceit and corpse-rot to decay a mind so brimming with blooming potential. A newly made mad dog. 

She smiles weakly. A gift to him for the first time, the only genuine inkling of concern or fealty she had offered since their meeting. Push and pull, forever a struggle and she balked not in the face of his heroism. He allows her a single touch, between his tears and gnarled face — so ugly these humans when they sob, how did anyone find them appealing between the blotched expression and cloudy oculi. Fingers skirt the strong line of his jaw, tracing in blood-letted interest against stubble and chiseled chin. A mark to leave for her many sins and his final one. 

‘Tis simplicity that she allows herself to crane upward, lurching at the electric agony spindling through a twitching form. Lips paler than normal to grace the side of his cheek. How ghastly she must look now — draining of existence in droves of gushing liquid, cursed from a sword buried deep within her belly. 

 It’s for the first time since sealing the breech that her mark has not hurt her, the strangling heat of it no longer alighting her veins. Perhaps ‘tis the magic that leaves her in this very moment, impaled upon his sword and warbling within his arms. No shame to be brought — he did not let her suffer alone, though the end cannot come quicker.  

Her forehead slumps against his neck, cradled weakly. Such a force of a man to reckon with, to demand countenance and unwavering notice even in her most dire of days. His pulse lulls her into an abyss, warmth being the only last notice that she draws.  

All rabid dogs must be put down eventually. 

[cuervocanto]

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Sexual Sunday Headcanons❤: Do they have any insecurities about sex?

No. In some ways, the bedroom is where Zevran is the most confident. He's been raised to do this. He's in his element. Most importantly, he's in total control. Sex is easy for Zevran to understand; it's mechanical, predictable, routine, and follows a set of rules. 

It's feelings he doesn't completely understand, and when sex turns to lovemaking is when all the rules get thrown out the window, and Zevran finds himself in an unfamiliar situation. Fortunately for him, he avoids the latter as best he can. 

[dreyriadr]

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i my opinion on;

character in general: oh man I love cullen. I do. I always play the magi origin in da:o just to mess with him man I love him and I think it's adorable how he brags about you after your harrowing. but i also really love his character development over the course of all three games and i love seeing how he grows up from this boy who just sort of goes along with things even when he questions them, and lets his trauma blind up, and becomes a worthy commander and a very strong person and he's so awkward but such a great commander and a great guy and I really love cullen. love cullen. so precious. how they play them: your cullen is fantastic tbh !! you clearly care a lot about him as a character and it really shows in your writing. you do a great job at capturing his personality and struggles and who he is as a person and i really love seeing your threads on my dash. the mun: YOU ARE VERY NICE i keep thinking i know you from somewhere but then again i'm most often wrong when it comes to thinks like that so sHRUGS. but legit you are super nice and patient and a really great roleplayer ?? like this community is lucky to have u tbh. 

do i;

follow them: I do!!rp with them: Y...ES... ITS... STILL MY  TU RN... i owe so many people so many things i am a trashcan im so fucking sorry. its in my drafts i have not forgotten about it i swear to you.want to rp with them: i do!! v good cullen v sweet mun ofc i do. ship their character with mine: i am like one of those people that's like 'literally just fuck me up' when it comes to shipping like whatever i'm not picky? there are some things I won't ship ever and then there are things I've never considered/don't care about and with a nudge I could come to ship it like honestly if there was chemistry sure?? i don't have an objection?  like i dont ship it right now but point me in the right direction and i could lik e sh rugs a lot. this is a really long answer for such a short, straight forward question omg. 

what is my;

overall opinion: thank u universe for such a patient and nice person, a gem on this earth 

[aithreachas-a]

coeurdxlion

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*makes a pterodactyl noise* let me love you]

[iustxs-blog]

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eurovision; the politics game with no room for katy perry's sharks. either that, or they'd get a glee club to do it and everyone would juST GROAN BC WOW I THOUGHT GLEE WAS OVER

[cuervocanto]

Cullen is a fat jerk pass it on

[hewaanders-archive]

      The way he watches the Tower as they approach is with         wonder, but the grip he has on Judes hand and how close         he was on the boat changed the wonder to worry.  He         was uncomfortable on the water, he didn't like the rocking,         he didn't like the lake, he worried at any moment that the         boat would turn and they would sink down together, Jude         because of his armor and Ayeni because he wouldn't let         go.       Jude places his other hand over both of the young boys,         bracing him and keeping him focused as they make their         final approach. Once he lifts his gaze from the bottom of         the boat to the approaching dock he can see more figures,         full armor but no helms.  It made them a little less imposing         but the small Dalish still pushes away in the boat, pushes         closer to man he had traveled with the last two weeks.       It was so simple for the Templar to calm the boy, he had         learned that while the dalish was extremely trusting, he         was also easily scared.  Distraction had always worked         best to keep them on track.  He points somewhere other         than at the tower, he points at the castle in the distance         and mumbles some pointless fact he can barely remember.         It worked as well as a dream, with something to focus         on that wasn't the tower that shadowed them, Ayeni         begins to calm, and he calms enough for the ferryman         to dock.       Unease was the best way to describe how he felt.  Uneasy         at needing to stand on something that wasn't solid, that         he was going to be in this place that wouldn't let him roam         as he had all his life.  Uneasy that he has to let go of Judes         hand in order for the other male to get off the boat.       Fortunately there was another Templar there that he could         grab onto, and he does so without giving any thought to         it, small hands grabbing onto Cullens gloved ones before         the young elf looks up.       He was clean, no tattoos, no markings, the only thing that         marked him as dalish at all were his clothing, otherwise         one might easily mistake him for a city elf.  And with icy         blue eyes, he stares up at the new man, looking far too         close to overwhelmed and scared, but mere moments         after he's on solid ground he begins to relax all over         again.       And he grins.