#heroesvow

[bluesthebest]

Smash or Pass + Archie

Smash or Pass? | Open

He stared at this man in confusion, the team aqua dude?

"Dude aren't you like 90? Pass, last I remembered I'm not into dudes who want to drown everything and everyone anyway." He shakes his head at this goon.

[artifexx]

@heroesvow sent: ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ For your Alistair from Carver

"Or what? Hm? What would happen if I were not cute?" Alistair took a large bite out of his piece of bacon, giving Carver an impish grin as he chewed.

With so many prodigious appetites at Vigil's Keep, Cookie had to ration certain popular food items, at least on a daily basis, lest they run out completely before new supplies came in. Bacon was one of them of course, and Alistair had managed to snag himself the last portion of the day, just a few moments before Carver went up to serve himself breakfast.

"Would we end up in the sparring ring again? Do we want a repeat of last time?" To be fair, Carver was a good fighter, in strength and endurance, and he'd beaten Alistair when sparring more than once. Still, Alistair had just that little more experience in real fighting, that frequently gave him the upper hand during such bouts. Like the last time they'd sparred, and Alistair had managed to put Carver into the dirt.

"Don't be sore because you didn't get here in time," he waggled his half-strip of bacon in Carver's direction. "At least you get to watch someone cute eating it."

[prodigum]

@heroesvow : hawke sucking on fenris' neck / (no explanation needed) eren hawke & fenris

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 about the intimacy of it all. hawke's arm pulled over the span of fenris' shoulders. bodies flush up against each others' with only evening-wear to separate them. and something about the way their laughs echoed against the tall buildings of hightown. and something lesser , and yet not to be ignored , about the breeze and how it siphoned through so many stone buildings.

he could have led his drunk best friend to his own home. actually , it would have been an easier trip than to fenris' own home. and yet his feet had led them both there. and he's only a few feet into the doorway before he feels lips upon his neck. and he hasn't divulged such a weakness — no he never would. and yet fenris finds himself nothing less than a bullseye hit with a dart. pinned , in more ways than one. and so he cannot prevent the moan that escapes his own lips. is eren hawke a curse or a blessing? fenris , surely , does not know the answer.

❝ hawke , ❞ fenris starts , voice low and head held back , exposing as much of his neck as he could. ❝ i have nothing against fucking in entryways. ❞ an eyebrow shoots up in amusement. lips form a gentle smirk. ❝ but perhaps we should take this to the bedroom. ❞

[prodigum]

fun question. what are your hopes for leli if she shows up in da4

call me conceited or call me a leli stan , but my only true hope is for this girl to be divine. she is..................noah fence but she is the one. the best fit even coming from a very understanding standpoint. i love cass. i love viv, but less as divine. cass would do great. but leliana was just born and bread for this. half shady and half holy. i want to see it. every move she makes she has cause and intent and the fucking maker in mind. there's a canticle behind every one of her choices. it's just her future.

and if there's the option and she's not - i would love to see that bitch retire. i would love to see her NOWHERE near tevinter nor any of northern thedas. bc let's be real she's seen so much and needs to settle down. (in a specific and yet perfect world bc DA, she settles down with the hero of ferelden and if she's not divine, she may give a raven or two of aid but other than that, she's just trying to live for once.)

[phoenixfiiire]

@heroesvow asked: ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ | DIALOGUE PROMPTS | Accepting

A bit was-- a bit of an understatement. There was little that could fully prepare one for the feeling of a bone being snapped back into place, and while the other Dominant was clearly trying to handle it as carefully as possible, it didn't stop the wave of nausea from washing up over Joshua as strong hands gripped his arm to forcefully shift the broken bones back together.

Joshua squeezed his eyes tightly shut as his teeth pressed together with enough force that something might have snapped, and lightly would have had he not bitten down on the belt he had been handed. As it was, he was certain that it would forever remained marked by him and wouldn't be surprised if he had fully bitten through the leather when the pain had peaked.

With another breath it started to fade, and he pulled his arm away as the powers of the Phoenix began to properly mend the bone back together. The nausea was still there but was melting away as well, making it easier for him to try to just breath. "Thank you..."

Though it was spoken with more than a hint of wariness.

"... Ramuh."

Last the Undying had been able to scout for him, he had been one of King Barnabas' men. Why was he here now?

[soldier-lodbrok]

❝ didn’t you ever have an awkward phase in your youth? ❞ ( from clive LMAO )

Glenn squinted at the other man, as if that question was too hard to answer. An awkward phase? Hell man, way to start a conversation. But Glenn wasn't the kind to take any malice in that - instead a grin quickly spread over his lips as he clapped one hand on the back of the other's shoulder.

"I mean, doesn't everyone? But I think mine was mild - nah, I certainly always was pretty good looking!", he declared with the confidence of a king, "You say you had an award phase? Got any pictures to prove that?"

@heroesvow

[adureus]

"You and Jill. Both of you have been a blessing to our cause, I don't want you to ever forget that." ( from cid. couldn't find a prompt but have this, cid already throwing up death red flags with this fiughfj )   ╱  @heroesvow

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 ⸻ 𝐧𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. Reignited, long forgotten, a visitation from youth he'd long since consigned to history. He cannot name it, cannot embrace it. His attempt at acceptance seems amateur, what with the coy expression of his mouth, downward and subtle at the cusp, almost boyish. Gratitude is what he eventually settles on, though his mien is bemused and worrisome within and without. Any serious tone from Cid oft found itself coloured with jocular notes or was borne upon the wisps of cigarette smoke, seldom filtered betwixt lips chapped by test and time. Clive purses his own, mulls in this silence, understands the depth of the admission but cannot quite yield a viable response in turn. It's a hum instead, a cant of the head, downcast as if anchored to the implications of what has been shared. Alternative meanings are considered ; Cid has always been a man of many muses and double entendres.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛   How can I forget ? I'm reminded every time I see your mug.  ❜

A jest, of course ⸻ more appropriate for his company and to mollify the tone. Jill would surely weave a more suitable response, eloquent and intentional with each chosen word. She is thoughtful as always, expressing heartfelt appreciation to those who took a chance on them both, instilling the return of hope into hearts so downtrodden and once broken.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛   Many people look up to you and seek your guidance, Cid. I'm among their ilk. I don't want you to ever forget that.  ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ↪ 𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 .

[prodigum]

@heroesvow said: ❛ are you thinking what i’m thinking ? ❜ / alistair & leliana

𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 these days. leave it to the two of them , however , to spend them well. not wisely , but well in their own way.

the beer in her tankard tastes like rainwater. she would have almost accused it of being the very thing — except that she could feel the heat in her cheeks and a lightness in her head. it's just the two of them tonight , everyone else citing the need to rest as their excuse. wynne , she can forgive. zevran , she can not. but she has her best friend anyway , and a pint of smalltown beer. smalltown beer , which just so happens to come with a side of smalltown folk. now that is a flavor she can appreciate.

she's had her eye on one of the barmaids for the past hour , even managed to slip in a smile full of roses and promise. meanwhile , alistair is , in his own goofy way , admiring some man up at the bar. too muscular for her tastes. she might even mention to alistair that she caught the stranger looking once or twice when alistair was not , but she doesn't want to interfere with the game they are about to begin. even playing field , and all.

❝ i'm thinking exactly what you're thinking. ❞ she looks over at her friend , holds up her tankard to him. ❝ first to get laid wins. loser buys the next time we go out. ❞