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[dak-legacy]

Dak-Legacy returns and with new SWTOR characters in 2024? It's more likely than you'd think. Screenshots courtesy of @daraasum

[hoth-and-cold]

"To live without you, only that would be torture." "A day alone, only that would be death." - Morticia and Gomez Addams A fitting quote for two sith, infatuated with one another until the day that death do they part. A commission of Lady Tezanna who belongs to @daraasum and Lord Nogeco who belongs to @dak-legacy

Thank you for this lovely commission, these two are wonderfully sweet together and look like they would bring the world to its knees for one another

[starrypawz]

a kiss on the forehead.

Remembers stuff about Jonny and forehead kisses so

Mildly nsfw

Spots to Kiss

Lucas’ fingers are still buried in Jonny’s hair, having wound in just enough to pull his hair. Like he does right now, a gentle little pull that draws a breathless shudder from him as they both slowly come back to their senses.

A tangle of limbs and bedsheets, of shared breaths and heartbeats, warm skin on warm skin, neither of them wanting to break the connection.

Jonny lazily presses a kiss to Lucas’s exposed throat and feels him squirm under him a little, there’s a barely there chuckle as Jonny moves to his chin, the tip of his nose and then his lips. He feels Lucas melt under him and then kiss back, mingled tastes on their lips and Jonny rolls his hips a little as Lucas catches his lip, Lucas’ fingers going from Jonny’s hair to cup his face.

“Do you have to go?” Lucas sighs, pale grey eyes meeting green. And once again Lucas is finding himself memorising the shapes of Jonny’s face, god he loves that nose.

“I have work,” Jonny mumbles,  but makes no move to leave.

“Could call out,” Lucas raises his eyebrows, “Could just stay here all day, just you and me in this bed… or the couch or the counter or-”

Jonny laughs, a short sharp laugh, “I wish Newman,” And presses a kiss to Lucas’ forehead, “I need a shower-”

Lucas grins, “Is that an invitation?”

“Do you want it to be?” Jonny smiles and presses another kiss to Lucas’ forehead.

[ooops-i-arted]

@daraasum said: idk if they still make them but back in the 80s my mom worked in a hospital nursery and they had basically a big cobbler’s apron with baby-sized pockets in case they needed to evac the babies and this post made me think of that

A robe of Yodes

A YODE ROBE

[yuurivoice]

Sharing cuz it's my only toy related story: my husband left my big old bright pink dong of a vibrator in the bathroom sink when apartment maintenance was fixing our toilet. I 100% bet that's why it takes forever to get a repairman over here.

See, if that’s the case then ol’ repairman needs to loosen up a bit. I’d just look at it as hey, at least y’all know how to party. And if it’s in the bathroom it’s PROBABLY clean. Probably.

I can only imagine some of the shit apartment maintenance homies have seen...

[noseforahtwo]

Petrichor

The smell of dry rain on the ground. From this prompt list.

Two boys lay on their bellies in the garden, out of the Sisters’ way but still in the dappled sun. Quick clouds passed above Skyhold. The little lads rolled over to look, to point and laugh as a few drops of rain hit their cheeks, their grass stained fingers held high. 

The rain that landed on the wall behind her dried so quickly she felt she could brave a shower here among the prophet’s laurel. Morrigan had claimed the veranda for her own weeks ago and Evelyn wanted the warmth of the stone bench beneath her more than another stilted conversation. 

No one knew how to talk to her any more. She was a cautionary tale to the young and an object of pity to the few elderly women in the hold. Josephine spoke only of important things, Leliana needed nothing from her unless and until it was time for someone to die. So she took her tea alone in the garden now.

A brilliant green beetle flew from the shrubbery at her side to land near the boys. They crawled closer to it, delighted. One nudged it gently with a fallen leaf toward the other, their voices hushed as they wondered how hard it could bite and did it carry poison? Evelyn rubbed a hand over her tired eyes.

A horrible thought came over her, sudden as a jolt of pain from the mark in her hand. Thom stomped across the grass in full armor, a red feather in his helm. He hauled the nearest lad up by the back of his little shirt and pulled a gleaming short sword.

Evelyn jumped, knocked her cup from the bench and into the grass. The beetle flew away. The boys groaned, disappointed. She forced herself to look at them, to see them. Their tangled hair, the grubby seats of their trousers that were nearly worn through. What were there names? Their father tended the fires in the smithy. Edward?

She could see Thom’s enormous hand reach through a shattered carriage, grab hold of a stockinged leg and pull, pull, haul a flailing body onto the snow, her skirts gone inside out and tangled over her shrieking mouth, her arms that clawed desperately at someone still within. Callier dead in the road already, his head a mess of bone and- 

With little warning Evelyn turned round and leaned over the back of the warm little stone bench. She was sick in the plants the Sisters tended with such care. No one came any closer.

[warlock-enthusiast]

daraasum replied to your post “ever since our wedding announcement, I’ve been asked “ARE YOU...”

Ughhh welcome to that hell. My father in law was talking about grandkids the literal day after our wedding. I cant get a stomach bug without my sisters being like �� ��

daraasum replied to your post “ever since our wedding announcement, I’ve been asked “ARE YOU...”

Being married apparently makes my uterus public record

oh my god x.x it will get worse eh? thankfully my parents haven’t commented but a lot of our friends and co-workers went all in with the pregnancy questions... even clients asked

[shadowphoenixrider]

My husband brought Pokemon Sword home and I just fought Kabu and I can feel a new obsession fighting to break out, how does one deal with this?

I’m so, so sorry.

The Hot Jogging Grandpa got to you too.

F.