#secret queue

[scretladyspider]

Rest is necessary for growth and progress towards all things. It is beneficial to take a break. Even if all you have time to do is lay on your back and take five minutes to breathe. Don't forget how productive off time can really be.

[dirthara-an]

After arriving back from Fallow Mire, Taeven went straight to Dirthamen's room to greet him. (Stinky elf says hi 8D)

Dirthamen took one long look at his dirty lover and then stepped out of the doorway to let him in.

“You could have at least washed off the stench of rot, before coming here, da’len. Honestly, you smell, as if you’re carrying the entire Mire in your pockets”, he complained with a soft frown.

His sensitive nose felt quite assaulted by the way, Taeven practically reeked of decaying bodies. He knew, getting the elf to take a proper bath, would be a battle he felt to tired to fight at the moment. So instead he lead the boy to a bench and gestured him to sit down.

“I guess, there is no helping it, then. I do not wish to compete with the smell of an ancient old Mire full of dead people. I’ll get that stench off you first.”

His expression did not tell, whether or not Dirthamen realized, that he had basically indicated that he wanted to mark Taeven with his own scent. Without any further ado, the old god walked into his dressing room and returned shortly after with a bowl full of magically heated water an a washing cloth. He had added only a few natural herbs to the water, aware of Taeven’s aversion of proper soap.

“Very well then, da’len. Mind stripping for me, so that we can get right to the point, where I pamper you rotten?”

[dirthara-an]

◘|Closed

@thedalishoutcast

The sight was comical. Taeven couldn’t help but grin broadly.

How it came to happen, he did not know. Taeven just happened to walk into his room and find Dirthamen, the great old god geezer, asleep on his sofa… with Mutt huddled against him. Not only that but Dirthamen actually had an arm around the dog, and seemingly uncaring for the hot smelly breath while they slept.

Taeven bit down on his fist to stop himself from bursting out into laughter. This was a priceless moment! If only he could find a way to preserve it forever.

The dog’s ears twitched as if it heard its master. Taeven couldn’t resist. He gave a little whistle, alerting the dog’s immediate attention.

Mutt leapt out, butting its head into Dirthamen’s chin, and barked loudly. Excited for Tae’s arrival. The little pup leapt up onto the god and ran along him before leaping off, almost catching the god’s long locks in its claws, and springing towards Tae. The Warden couldn’t hold back the laughter any more. He scooped up the dog and ran out of the room, his laughter echoing off the walls.

Dirthamen had finally found some rest, after yet another sleepless night, only to be woken again very rudely. First he felt a painful collision with his chin and this over-energetic little flea-pillow actually ran all over him, just to be rewarded with a jump right into Taeven's arms. Of course the boy found Dirthamen pain hilarious, laughing on his way out.

Sitting up grumpily, the old mage rubbed his throbbing chin. It were moments like this, where he briefly wondered if that little beast shouldn't just have a tragic accident in the barns. The Inquisitor's dracoliscs could be quite vicious, if startled.

Unfortunately Tae was quite attached to that bouncing and barking catastrophe. And since there were so few things nowadays that made the boy laugh-...

Dirthamen sighed.

"I've grown soft", he muttered, a faint smile playing on his lips.

[dirthara-an]

(O,.,O)|Closed

@thedalishoutcast

There was rarely a day that would past where the two did not end up in bed together. This was no exception. Taeven was upon Dirthamen’s lap, the god hungrily tasting every inch of Taeven’s neck he could reach. Taeven held his head back, happy to let him feast.

His eyes were closed, merely feeling where Dirthamen’s skilled mouth was. He groaned when a tender spot was touched upon. It was heavenly, even if he was being a damn tease.

Then there was a light stab of pain. It didn’t concern him at all until he felt something warm trickle down his neck. Spit? No… it was…

Taeven’s eyes flew open with shock. He shoved away from Dirthamen with a strength he wouldn’t normally hold. He fell back onto the mattress and clamped a hand over his neck.

“Spit it out!” he demanded, seeing a drop of his blood upon Dirthamen’s lips. “Get it out!!!!”

Admittedly it was a mean trick he played on the boy, but he had good reason to assume that Taeven wouldn't agree to this, if he had asked beforehand. Taeven was endearingly self-sacrificial when it came to sharing risks. However, right now this got into the way of Dirthamen's research concerning Taeven's taint. So the god had resorted to a little trick to successfully initiate this crucial experiment.

It went without significant disturbance until the point, where he broke the boy's skin with his teeth. Unfortunately he realised too fast what was going on and Dirthamen had no chance to lick up any significant amount of blood, before Taeven all but flew off his lap.

The panic in Taeven's reaction was border lining on being hysteric, so the mage refrained from upsetting him any further by licking the remaining blood off his lips. Instead he carefully dabbed at it with the sleeve of his shirt, calmly holding the boy's gaze.

"Calm down, da'len" he said soothingly. "Nothing happened."

Giving himself a mental once-over, he quietly memorized its current physical and mental state for comparison-purposes. If his theory was true, he should feel the first faint effects in a day at least.

"Furthermore, the taint in your blood is vastly diluted in comparison to that of a darkspawn or an archdemon. The chances for a possible infection of my superior body are significantly small."

If his theory was right, there would be an infection though. In fact, Dirthamen was counting on it. Otherwise he could not properly research the process of degeneration and regeneration his superior body would undergo.

[dirthara-an]

(Tagged by snatched from @firstenchxnterorsino)   (REPOST; DON’T REBLOG.)

BASICS. name || Kai pronouns || He/Him sexuality || Sapiosexual zodiac sign || Gemini taken or single || in a relationship. three facts ||

I’m a walking disaster that tends to get sick very easily and has a lot of physical issues and malfunction. I even had two heart attacks already. However, I’m always the one worrying about other people’s well-being and lecturing them on health-issues. XD

I live in a cottage near a wood.

I have two cats.

EXPERIENCE. platforms you’ve used || Tumblr, Skype, Chatzy, random chatrooms, animexx, a few roleplay-forums, old paper-notbooks. best experience || Tumblr. I’ve met a lot of nice people here and made some great friends.

MUSE PREFERENCES. female or male || I do not really have a preference, but I currently have more male muses. favourite face || None in particular, but I really dig Chinese, Korean or Japanese actors as faceclaims. least favourite face || Again nothing specific. multi or single || I have plenty of muses, but Dirthamen’s blog is my only one “multi-muse” blog, but the three muses on it are directly related to each other.

WRITING PREFERENCES. fluff, angst or smut || I love a good mixture of all, but I seem to have tendencies with certain partners. With some I write more fluff, with others more angst. And since I used to work as a gay-porn-author, smut comes very easy to me. plots or memes || A good variety. I especially like it, when memes turn into plots, because the specific RP-partners discuss their ideas with me. long or short replies || Again no specific preferences. I tend to blow my own posts out of proportion when it comes to length, though. But generally I can work with just any length, as long as my partner is not frustratingly over-passive and leaves it to me to push the entire plot on. best time to write || Funnily enough during my train-rides to and fro work.

Tagging: Tagging all my mutuals, who haven’t done it already. 8D

[heyatleastitsnotcancer]

For POTSies who don’t like or can’t drink gatorade/powerade, Propel just came out with electrolyte water. It’s just water, tastes like water, has no calories or sugars, only the good stuff. It’s $1 for a 25 fl oz bottle. I love it so far. It saves me from drinking all that sugar!

Here is a link for information (be warned the website is very flashy and has automatic video play) and a link on walmart.com 

[dirthara-an]

accidents happen// close with virahnfenharel

[x]

virahnfenharel

Fen’Harel has rushed into Dirthamen’s personal quater in his temple, without even thinking about knocking. It was his brother at least. So the door flew open and with a loud “WAMM” he was aware of an impact, behind it.

He looked around it and saw Dirth, who was holding his nose. “Oh, Dirth! I’m so sorry! I haven’t watched and… Oh, fenedhis. Is that blood? Shall I heal your nose? I’m so so sorry!” Fen couldn’t help but bite back a grin at his cursing brother. It was rare, that he cursed.

Scowling at the sheepish grin on his brother's face, Dirthamen tried to regain some of his dignity by straightening his back and closing the door behind Fen'Harel with one hand, while the other remained pressed onto his bleeding nose. It was bad enough, the dread-wolf had seen him like that, no need to let any of the common folks catch a glimpse at his misfortune.

"A healidng hadnd, would be dmosht helpful, Fedn'Harel! Let dme jusht shit dowdn."

With that he moved back to his desk and sat into his chair, leaning his head as far back as possible.

[tymedfire]

Pretty sure everyone just silently agrees that Julie Andrews is Queen of Everything and if anybody said any different they would be burned at the stake.