It’s not the most elaborate cryptid tale... but the wytes (basically will-o-wisps) that lead you deep into to rain soaked forest to be lost for hours, are in fact “grunters”. A grunter is an earthworm that is bioluminescent and can make noise. I’m not sure if it’s a vocalization or striadulation. Not to be confused with worm grunting. There was debate as to whether the people in the village seeing these lights were drunk or if they were real spirits. Turns out they were just cool worms.
Are you still doing oc fun facts? I would like one please for an OC of your choice if you're ok with that
ooh i’ll do aelwyn because im predictable lmfao.
Out of the entire group during the blight, Aelwyn is one of the most susceptible to magic and enchantments. She doesn’t have any skills in magic like Morrigan or Wynne, and no magical resistance like that which came with Alistair’s templar training...so when the sloth demon and the Architect put everyone to sleep she’s always the first one to give in. She’s also an early bird so she’s kinda just always tired anyway rip
send me “Fun fact” + an oc’s name for a random fact about them!
Premise: Regency AU, inspired after watching Bridgerton lmao. Miss Alice Harvey, daughter of Lord Alistair Harvey, Baron of *random title*, has not yet married three years after her initial debut into London’s society. The clock is ticking and while she’d rather become an old maid, her abusive father isn’t having it. Enter Lord Matthew Lawson, Earl of *TBD*, who’s been at his estate managing it in the wake of his father’s death. He’s an eligible bachelor who would like to not be bothered personally, but his sister introduces him to Alice and a plot begins to hatch between them. The plan? Court, or at least pretend to in the eyes of society. The stakes rise when Alice’s father announces to the family that he’s made a match with her (Viscount Orton) and Alice - not wanting to be stuck with that letch - blurts out that she’s already had an offer and has accepted to marry Lord Lawson, Earl of _____. Their marriage is one of convenience, only in name, but soon feelings come into the mix.
Includes an actual Simon/Daphne plotline in part 2 between Lucien and Jean, acquaintances to friends to lovers, HAND FLEX (probably), lots of pretty dresses, Matthew gifting Alice with an entire library ala Beauty and the Beast lol
it’s on the list! and it’s actually not super far down!
send me a 💭, and i’ll share an idea for a story i’ve wanted to write but haven’t had time to
Hey, that post you just put up about impeachment is very misleading about how impeachment works. none of that happens if he's impeached. In order to be barred from office, that requires a Senate vote. Impeachment is from the house
21. What message would you give yourself at the beginning of the year?
akfjlag see, the funny answer would just be like, projecting this meme with a “better watch out” caption backwards in time to myself:
But the serious answer would be just like, “hey, this year is gonna make you question if you’re capable of surviving and if it’s even worth trying to continue with this life more than once, but you’re gonna make it another year. You’re gonna pull through through this!”
6, 35 and 50 for the oc ask please??? (if you want)
thank you so much for asking omg i will answer for allison hawke if that is ok!
6. What is/would be your OC’s phone wallpaper?
im thinking like to the fullest extent of a modern au I truly think it would be sza’s heavenly bodies met gala look
35. What song would make your OC feel lovesick?
the only time that i think Allison is truly in love with anyone is with fenris so i think like she’d make a playlist for the two of them to drive places to and once she realizes she has ✨Feelings✨ she would cry in her car to said playlist and i think one of the songs would be wild horses but the the sundays cover
50. What is your OC’s most memorable kiss?
in game it is the kiss the morning after fenris and hawke reunite and he decides to stay
Sphallolalia or Cheiloproclitic plz? Your choice of ship
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. bullwall, nsfw, 750
“Blackwall.”
“Bull.” He paused on the rickety stairs but Bull was already looking away. No one dared take what had been the Chargers’ tables. Krem’s chair remained empty all night every night. Skyhold treated Bull gently, and from a distance. Bull’s mouth twisted in a grimace that was meant to be a wry grin.
It was a different space than the chilly silence that greeted him these days.
“Beardy! What’s happening with those pies?” Sera called down from the door to her room. He didn’t look at anyone as he passed, only the warm light that spilled from Sera’s doorway. Rainier, someone muttered.
*
“Evening, Blackwall.”
Bull released the raven he held. Another report back to the Qun, he supposed. They both watched it soar in a wide arc to the northeast. Bull chewed a long strand of grass, lost in thought. He pulled it away and a shimmering string of saliva hung for a moment between the stem and his lip. The grass dropped into the courtyard below, Bull rolled his sleeves past his elbows before he walked away.
He didn’t much care for Bull in a shirt. It made him look too much like Ataash.
They bumped into one another often. Late in the evening, when he wasn’t truly drunk yet. Or early in the morning when he was shattered, unsteady as he felt his way to his assigned room below the Great Hall.
*
“Thom.”
He stopped, turned, put a hand on the damp stones of the wall to stop the castle spinning. “It’s Blackwall.”
“Is it?” Bull’s horns threw sinister shadows in the torchlight.
“Yes.” Inquisitor wanted Warden Blackwall, so he was now honor bound to carry Gordon’s corpse slung over his back. The humiliation of this charade stung him anew every morning.
“You miss him?” Bull’s eye was red. He licked his lips and waited for an answer.
“Yes.” He nodded, then shook his head. “No.” Ataash was all he thought about. How could you miss someone who rode around in your head day and night? “I don’t know,” he finally admitted.
Bull reached into the collar of his shirt, thumb on his pulse, fingers warm around the back of his neck. Ataash used to make him feel like an animal trapped in a snare. The sudden throb of lust seemed inevitable. All he had to do was put a hand on his throat and he was twisting in Ataash’s embrace, ready to be pinned against a wall or bent over the rail in the hay loft. Bull’s hand asked a question.
The fireplace had gone cold. When was the last time it was even lit? He couldn’t remember, only fought his way out of his boots and then his clothes. He could see Bull’s breath on the frigid air.
When he stifled a groan, his hands wrapped around horns, Bull grabbed his thighs harder and swallowed around his cock. He could hear the laundress humming to herself in the room across the hall, the lad who brought coal to the kitchen for the morning meal. But every sound he made was rewarded so he grunted with each careful nudge of Bull’s fingers inside of him. When he came his wordless shout echoed off the cold walls.
Cock in hand, Bull stood to lean against the wall, one massive arm propped above his head. He mouthed at Bull’s chest while he jerked off.
“Tell me what you wanna see, baby.” Bull was unreserved, loud and entirely focused on the show he put on. He bent even lower to bite his ear, stubbled chin scraping. “I’m gonna lick it off you. Where do you want it?”
Weak-kneed and overwhelmed, tingling after his own orgasm, he laughed at the ticklish swipe of Bull’s tongue on his stomach. Bull dressed without hurry, but didn’t so much as sit on the edge of his bed a moment.
He crawled onto the lumpy mattress, already half asleep. “What the fuck was that?” he said into his pillow.
“You’re more drunk than I thought if you forgot already, Thom.” Bull’s mood was lighter but suddenly reserved. Distant.
“Fine,” he sighed.
At the door Bull thought better of it, turned around. “I want him to lose something, too.”
“So now you’re even.” It didn’t hurt, not exactly. Fair trade, as far as he was concerned and better than paying for it.
“Nah. We’re miles from even.” Bull poured him a cup of water, left it on the floor in arm’s reach then pulled a quilt from the end of the bed to cover his legs. “He didn’t love you like I loved my guys.”
