#queue of a kind

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@not-born-heroes asked  ( injured ) : one muse finds the other wounded and tries to help them - Gaultier & Cullen

“Ah...no I’m-” The Commander can feel the hands finding purchase on his arm and he hisses softly. “It’s fine. There are others here who are better off with your healing them first.” He tries to argue with one of the healing assistants as they crowd him in his portion of the healing hall. “Attend to them first...” He spoke softly, ushering them away from him. He thought he had gotten away from it for now, seeing as though he was better thinking about his injuries than the burning running through his head or the quivering of his muscles and aching of his lungs.

But, another softer touch finds his shoulder, and almost instantly does he feel the soothing feeling of healing magic take hold of his senses. A low, shuddering breath leaves his chest. Relaxation takes hold as he leans his head back and against the headboard of his bed, his gaze turning to find the features of the Healer that had managed to escape his own prison. 

“You are far too kind...you didn’t have to do this...I would’ve survived until everyone was triaged and taken care of...” 

[noldorianprincess]

SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: AHHH DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE! I HAVE SO MANY

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: I am suuuper up to shipping. Findu literally loves meeting any and all sorts of people. Except for bad guys. The only interactions she’s ever had with them is chaining her up or fucking with her mind. Sooo....

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: Welp. She’s an elf...so that’s kind of hard to pinpoint exactly. If the person looks like they’re underage, like a human who is under 18, she won’t go for it. At all.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Definitely. We’ve had some rough times in the past, lots of muses leave and she never hears from them again, so unless there’s been a long running of interactions between Fin and a certain character, there will be nothing until their time together is seasoned and they’ve mad a connection.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?: Blood, violence, domestic abuse, rape, sex, etc. If you have to hide your phone from people in public or exit/scroll/switch tabs, it shouldn’t be read in public. 

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:   Turin, Beleg, Thranduil, Ketiley. These are our main running and who have really captured Fin’s heart. There have been plenty of here-and-there’s, but they’re no longer around so they’ve been archived.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Yes. Especially if it’s supposed to be a pre-established relationship. But, mostly, it has got to be chemistry. You can waltz into the inbox and spout poetry for her, but it won’t matter until you’ve actually interacted and seen all of her good and bad.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: I love to ship. But, as I’ve said, I’m very selective. It has taken me literally years for her to establish a relationship with ONE person (you know who you are you sly devil), and it is the BEST thing that has ever happened. I would rather take years to establish a relationship than have a one-and-done

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: II like character building. It sets up a story, shows how far two people have come together. It all depends on who is on the other line with Fin.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: I don’t mind it

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: I CAN’T PICK. IT SHOWS FAVORITISM. 

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: It has to be an adventure. Turmoil, heart break, happiness, all of it! Show me your deepest and darkest, and Fin will show in return! Take her good, her bad, and her utterly awful. 

tagged by: @burkhanlig & @xfhaladin tagging: @turambar-masterofdoom / @thegreatstrongbow / @cevenost @sashaofravenlock / @hasty-riser / @bouncingbeleg / @wxxpingkxng

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🌑 - Soren tends to sneak into Cullen's quarters when he returns late from some errand or mission

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

It wasn’t rare for Cullen to be up late into the early hours of the morning, but what was rare was the fact he was passed out in his bed, undressed of all armor (which was surprisingly put away with utter care), sober, and quiet with sleep. Of his own fruition, the man was enveloped in his blankets and fast asleep. Well, all up until he feels his bed dipping beside him. His head is quick to raise in a bit of confusion, his sleepy stupor keeping him still in his bed instead of jumping up like he usually would. 

But, the confusion is quelled as he sees Soren climbing into bed beside him, clearly ready to settle down himself. With a bit of a grin, the Commander lifts his blankets up, accepting the lithe man into his arms, and with a bit of a stretch and a tense, does Cullen pull him closer, holding onto him and practically refusing to let him go. “Welcome home...” His voice is soft, sleep laden as he nuzzles into those brunette curls, lips pressing a kiss to the crown of his head as he tucks the blankets around them. 

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@tex-blades | x

“Really? I win?” He was laughing and short of breath, still holding the pillow defensively, though half it’s feathers were scattered across the room. “You uh, you sure about that?” Fjord sounding a little suspicious as last time the tiefling had sucker punched him with a pillow in a fit of giggles, he wasn’t falling for that again.

“if i won, surrender your weapon.” He reached out a hand, motioning for her to hand over whatever she was hiding behind her back. “C’mon, hand it over.”

“Y-Yes! Yes you win! I cannot breeeeathe!” The tiefling was absolutely breathless, her giggles finally seeming to cease their madness as she kept the other at an arm’s length in hopes that he would indeed stop his whomping her with the pillow that was probably not going to be usable for sleep that night. She had indeed socked him in the face with her pillow the last time she cried ‘uncle’, but this time, she was exhausted, her horns and hair were littered with feathers and soft down, the room looking quite rough as well. The table was knocked over, acting as a wall to put between the two of them, the mattress was half on, half off the bed, and there were feathers everywhere. 

“Alright, alright, I giiiive.” She sighed and placed the near-empty pillowcase in his hand. But, before he could react and rip it from her grasp, she pulled him close and pressed a quick, tempting kiss to his lips before fleeing to the other side of the room and behind the mattress. “AND NOW I CAST THAUMATURGY!!” And with a flick of her arms, all the feathers around the room were quickly swept into the air!

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Viscaria

Viscaria— “Will you dance with me?”

He felt the crown of flowers being set over his head, but he wasn’t quite sure what they were until he pulled a loose bloom from the bunch. Ah. Viscaria. Dorian found Pelle circling around him with that mischievous look he had come to adore and gave a soft chuckle. “Flower crowns, eh? I guess it is more festive now than it was before.” He smiled as he moved forwards and took the Inquisitor by a hand while his arm wrapped around his waist.

With a quick motion, Dorian pulled him near the fire with a few of the other couples dancing and began to move them around, copying the motion and steps of the others while grinning like an utter idiot. It wasn’t really a holiday or anything, just a celebration. Small wins here and there deserved some rowdy fun, yes? Laughter couldn’t help but fall from Dorian’s lips as they danced around and around in circles. He felt on top of the world with Pelle in his arms; he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this happy.

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@kaauloth-the-cursed | x

“left.. left a bit more.. liiiittle more.. there, holy shit right there.” He was almost putty in her hands, if it were possible for a seven foot half orc to melt, he would have done it.

“little harder, ohhhhhh fuck yeah, that’s the sweet spot.” There came a low hum from him, such a simple thing but it felt so damn good. “you’re okay with doing this for the rest of the day, right?”

A grin came over the woman’s face as she heard the other’s directions; her nails followed in unison, and as the itchy spot was found, did she really go to town. Her hands did their best to work out the need to scratch for the half-orc, thinking she’d do a better job (since it seemed he couldn’t reach). 

“You really need to exfoliate back here...did you get burnt or something?” Sigyn asked with a soft chuckle as she continued her ministrations, back and forth, left and right, clockwise and counter as to help appease the irritated skin

[nyf-archive]

Send 💟 for a delicate kiss. (yasha <3)

Yasha sees her face among those familiar of the Mighty Nein and a softer look comes to her features. There she is. Her latest mission had been a little harder than she had thought, but it didn’t stop her from coming back to the group. She sees her deity rise from her spot by the campfire and trot close to her. Her arms reach out and wrap around her tightly, holding her with all the love she can muster without it being overwhelming. Her hand runs along those golden, bouncy trusses as she nuzzles against her.

Pulling away just slightly, the Aasmiar woman is able to adjust her head enough so that she can lean down and capture her love’s lips in a sweet, delicate kiss, as if she would break and crumble at any given moment. But...this is routine. She is soft and gentle and warm at first, but when they are alone, they are passionate and overwhelming. Being away from each other for days at a time could be stressful, so when they were finally together, it was time to unwind.

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Send ✘ for a ‘the morning after’ starter

He sat quietly for a long while, his eyes never leaving the sleeping man beside him. There was nothing but a softness about him as he slept. He couldn’t believe he had found someone to share his affections with in such a world gone mad. Truly, he had felt horribly guilty for having affections for the Inquisitor, but they had grown fond of each other. It was almost a year now that they had known one another, and Wesley couldn’t help but fall for him. He was charming, witty, and dedicated to this cause, despite the fact that he didn’t want it to begin with.

Wesley admired Maxwell, admired the fact that he was a good man; he was even better with his son. And truly, that was what made him love him even more. Callum definitely enjoyed having Max around as well...so this night...it was either confirmation that they truly liked each other, or it was just a fling and it wouldn’t happen again. Honestly, Wesley hoped that it was the first thought. But, if Max wanted something with no strings attached, he could distance his feelings and continue on just that way.

Either way...for now, he just enjoyed the warmth and comfort that the man gave him. It was strange to feel this way again...but for now, he’d keep that to himself.