#wanderingdame

[wormwoodandhoney]

My Pinterest is kr_ and it’s mostly inspiration boards for my characters.

thank you dear!! honestly those are my favorite kinds!

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

A compliment: You always look so comfy and don't give a shit what anyone thinks. I love it. Also, A+ smutty rp partner.

lmfao if it isn’t comfortable I won’t wear it, and thank you!!

[nobleoswald]

@wanderingdame djdjfjdkslff I would have taken that I'll be Joseph the youth ministers side bitch any day

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

wanderingdame replied to your post: I don’t know how anyone can stand to talk to me...

I have ADHD and sometimes I don’t even notice. Sal will say something, trail off and a couple minutes later I’ll be like “… What?”

And I’ll go “what?” because I finished the sentence in my head and then forgotten what we were talking about in the first place.

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

wanderingdame replied to your photo: Look at this cat tree my dad and I built!! It’s...

She looks like she likes it!!

The jury is still out (I put her up there for that pic) but I’ve been sprinkling it with treats and spraying it with catnip so I think she’ll come to love it

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

Hurricane, flight, summer

Hurricane: If you had to save one thing, what would it be?My cat, lolFlight: What are you most excited for right now?My birthday!! Also planning a trip to Florida in OctoberSummer: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?Climbed Mt. Si. It was crazy because I almost died I'm pretty sure lol

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

wanderingdame replied to your link: My Amazon wishlist

If I get you that crepe book will you come make me crepes in my quote kitchen unquote?

I would make you crepes regardless! You just gotta let me know ahead of time so I can bring my new crepe pan and some batter and stuff!

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

Bull calling Dorian "my lord" during sex.

“You would not believe the way some of the new Magisters disrespect me!”  Dorian slammed his cup of kopi onto the counter and nearly splashed burning hot liquid all over his hand, “I’m not like the other old men, mind you, but the way they speak to me is-”

Behind him, Iron Bull chuckled.  He was lounging in only an open robe, the morning sunshine casting no shadows on his grey skin as he nursed a cup of cocoa.  “Does Dorian Pavus, Magister extraordinaire, not have enough young whippersnappers bowing and scraping?”

“Oh, please,” Dorian snapped, feeling his face flush with embarrassment, “you are such a fool, Bull.  You know what I mean.”

“Just an old man, demanding his due,” said Iron Bull, his single eye crinkling in a smile as he took a sip of cocoa.

“Old man?!” Dorian gasped in mostly faux outrage, falling quite dramatically into the chair across from Bull, his arm draping ever so gracefully over his eyes, “My Amatus thinks I am some old man? Perhaps he wishes for someone younger to satiate his wild desires?”

That had Iron Bull laughing his full belly laugh, the one that made Dorian’s toes curl and his lips slide into a smile no matter how hard he was trying to be angry, or offended, or anything else.  Iron Bull laughed like that and Dorian was instantly, and perhaps against his will, happy.  It was hardly against his will this bright, beautiful morning.

“How could I want someone younger?” Bull chuckled, finishing off his cocoa and setting it aside as he got to his feet.  He towered over Dorian when they stood, so now, as Dorian sat, it was a definite loom.  “You’re so handsome, and charming...and experienced...” Iron Bull went down on his knees with a grunt, surprising a gasp out of Dorian as he added on with a heated purr, “My Lord.”

“Vishante Kaffas, Bull,” Dorian swore, hands coming up to grip his horns, “get off the floor before your knee locks up!”

“As my lord commands,” Bull murmured, getting up with another grunt (Dorian heard his knee pop).

“You don’t need to call me that,” said Dorian, but he was afraid the flush on his cheeks was giving him away, “you ridiculous man.”

“Don’t I?” Bull asked, leaning in with one hand on the back of Dorian’s chair as the other snaked into his robe to start rubbing his palm along the shaft of Dorian’s stirring cock.  “You deserve all the respect in the world, my lord.  Let me serve you, worship you.”

“Vehendis,” Dorian whimpered, bringing one hand up to bite into his wrist.

Iron Bull leaned in, teeth closing around the sleeve of Dorian’s robes to tug his arm away, lips moving in to capture Dorian’s in a languid kiss.  Dorian moaned into it, arms wrapping around Bull’s shoulders.  When he pulled back for breath Dorian licked his bottom lip and stared into Bull’s heated eye.

“I think... I think your lord would prefer a bed for this, his back isn’t so good.”

“As my lord commands,” Bull said, darting it for one last kiss before he pulled away, only to scoop Dorian into his arms and carry him off.