#spectrezhulik

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spectrezhulik replied to your post “psa I have fallen very deep into Nora and her N school comrades -...”

not 12, no, but maybe three or four. one of which will start to spiral out of control and pretty soon you're shipping them with someone you never intended to in a million years and destroying our emotions on a routine basis with fic about it.

I mean, if you thought you were getting out of this unscathed, you're either new or haven't been paying attention.

[previousjane]

greivance: I still get upset about that shenko college AU sometimes.

Post-Shenko College AU where they're sharing the farmhouse with his parents and while Kaidan's mother finds it exceedingly sweet that they've finally figured out what everyone else guessed by sophomore year at the latest, she very much wishes they'd spend more time making breakfast than making out against the center island, because the smell of burned pancakes really tends to linger.

[adamnrayofsunshine]

Cass/any femquisitor, roleplaying

Cassandra blinks her bleary eyes, desperate to clear her mind. Sweat drips from her naked body and onto the chains holding her fast, their clank slow and dull compared to the frenzy she’d put up when they’d first captured her. For all her Seeker’s training, she can no longer block the sensations of her body, her breathy gasps and involuntary arching of her back as the dildo fucks her insensate, lost in ecstasy, bringing her close, so damned close–

“Will you submit to the Qun, baas?”

An eternity ago she spat in her tormentor’s face. Now she barely mumbles, “Never,” in response.

Just like that, she is once again denied. Cassandra’s head droops. How far she’s fallen. Her trainers would be ashamed of her weakness.

The torment begins again, and Cassandra no longer has the strength to stifle her screams as the quirt strikes her already-tender ass, her body jerking with each lash. What Cassandra can no longer determine is if she is moving away from or into the pain. One well-aimed stroke pushes at the ginger-root plug in her ass, and she gasps as her nerves light up, sensation coursing through her.

“We begin again,” the Ben-Hassrath reeducator says with a cruel smile.

Just like that, it begins again: the slow, steady fucking of her aching cunt, each thrust poison and balm all at once. The reeducator’s talented fingers strum her clit like a bard does a guitar, wrenching screams from Cassandra’s unwilling mouth.

“Not much longer now, I think,” the reeducator remarks. “Do you feel the truth of the Qun penetrate your mind, baas?” At the word penetrate, the reeducator adds an extra thrust, and Cassandra’s thoughts scatter like ashes.

So close now, so close, she is broken, she is well and truly fucked, she is lost, she–

“I submit!” Cassandra cries. “I submit to the Qun!”

Stars burst beneath her eyelids and screams tear from her throat as her long-denied orgasm finally crashes through her. Her limbs shake as pleasure floods her brain with such intensity she can barely process the sensation but all she craves is more. She is lost, wanton, trading her place at the Maker’s side for base pleasure.

Somewhere along the line she is unshackled, her trembling limbs are swathed in blankets as she’s cradled in Adaar’s strong arms. They hold her securely as any chain, and Cassandra drifts, her mind in twilight for what seems an eternity. Slowly, the fog clears and real thoughts can be picked from the miasma, one more clearly than the others. "How long did I last?“ she finally asks.

"Nearly three hours.” Adaar replies. “I was running out of ideas, even with that list Bull gave me.”

“I could tell. The ‘truth of the Qun penetrating my mind’?” Cassandra chuckles. “Reminds me of Varric’s smutty books.”

“Well I’m not exactly well-versed in the Qun,” Adaar admits. “I still can’t believe you suggested 'conversion to the Qun’ roleplay.”

From her blanket burrow, Adaar feels Cassandra shrug. “I thought the point of roleplay was to try things that would never happen in real life.”

Adaar barks out a laugh and kisses Cassandra’s nose. “You’re delightful, kadan.”

[armalis-archived-blog]

spectrezhulik replied to your post:Am I gonna fuck anything up by not getting this...

I probably spent a grand total of 15 minutes out of my 100-hour playthrough actually on my mount, so no. Storm Coast is a good early alternative to the Hinterlands (prettier AND less sprawl)

Screw the horse. Ellara wouldn't know what to do with one anyway.

[commander-diomika]

spectrezhulik replied to your post “spectrezhulik replied to your post “I am a bit sad that the romantic...”

it's SO hard to keep track of how your dialogue choices affect things. I still have really no idea how I wound up with the new Divine I got on Oryn's pt

SAAAAME coz I was fence sitting the whole way through and was expecting a final FLASHY BIG CHOICE WHEEL and then it just kinda... happened? *frowny face*

[commander-diomika]

spectrezhulik replied to your post “I am a bit sad that the romantic (and friendship) conclusion for...”

really? I thought with my (v. friendly but not romance) inquisitor he said he intended to return to Tevinter and make things better but "not yet" or something.

Ooh I couldn't remember the friend-ending. Maybe the romance ending is the only one where he decides to say... Or maybe it DOES depend on your dialogue choices up to this point? Hmm, if the romance is what causes him to stay, that makes me EVEN SADDER because it means he's choosing hot Inquisitor lovin' over his own goals and that's uncool. 

[commander-diomika]

spectrezhulik replied to your post “Am I the only person who deliberately asks the wrong class to try and...”

I AM NOW omg I didn't even know this was a thing

IT'S SO GOOD viv's always like *SNIFF WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HOW DARE YOU* and Bull's like "Hmm, maybe it's more my thing?" like he's not gonna call you a weak ass skinny mage nerd BUT HE'S THINKING IT. And COLE the sweetie just practically jumps up and yells "OH ME, I can do that!!"

[commander-diomika]

spectrezhulik replied to your post “Home Is Where the Heart Is (James Vega x Jack, ~3700, M)”

who gave you the right

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