[theyadorejuno]

As someone that’s considering writing a story for Dragon Age Veilguard, what would y’all (the readers) want to be called (for a nickname)?

Rook

King

Queen

Bishop

Knight

Something else (comment your suggestion)

Remaining time: 23 hours 2 minutes

[mikaelsonharem7]

This is gonna be a hot take but fuck it. To the diehard Jey Uso fans y’all do know y’all contribute just a little to the reason why Jimmy doesn’t get a push…

Cause from posts I be seeing the push and want about Jey’s booking is LOUD but jimmys is always an afterthought…

[promptcalender]

‘A hates everyone but B’

A accompanies B to a concert and just stands there with a grumpy expression like a bodyguard while their eyes soften watching B

grumpy in public, super affectionate in private

distrust towards strangers

B is instantly beloved by A’s family

nobody else quite understands because to them it seems like A is just kind of a dickhead

introvert x extrovert

“Can we leave?” murmured into B’s ear every 10 or so minutes when socialising

B actually getting annoyed and exhausted with A's tendencies because sometimes it, by proximity, makes B look like kind of an asshole

[Prompt Calender: June 10th, National Bae Day]

[stonecrop]

I’m both pro herbal medicine and pro vaccination because you can treat burns with aloe vera juice and sore throats with lavender infused honey but you can’t rid a country of polio with plants. 

[made-of-love-and-stars]

THIS.

[tr4shpandaa]

Don’t forget kids, jewelweed is a natural counteragent to poison ivy rashes but it won’t do shit against whooping cough

[dovewithscales]

Mint for nausea, valerian and chamomile for sleep, antibiotics for fucking infections.

[thorinobsessed]

I’m in love with this post

[luna-azzurra]

Sci-Fi / Fantasy Dialogue Prompts!!

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "The portal closes at midnight. I'd suggest moving faster."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "I've lived this day before. Six times. Let me save us both some trouble."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "You can't negotiate with something that doesn't understand mercy."

..𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "The map ends here. That's never a good sign."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "I was human once. I barely remember what it felt like."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "We crossed a line tonight that the universe doesn't let you uncross."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "Your world has been dead for two hundred years. You're the last one who doesn't know."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "Magic isn't power. It's debt. You'll understand that soon enough."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "I've traveled to seventeen dimensions and yours is by far the strangest."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "The stars don't lie. People lie. Learn the difference.""

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. You were never supposed to exist. And yet here you are causing problems."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "I don't age. I just accumulate regrets at an impressive rate."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "Every timeline I've seen ends the same way. I'm trying to find the exception."

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "You broke the prophecy. Do you have any idea how hard those are to write?"

.𖥔 ݁༄˖°. "They said the dragon was a myth. They were wrong and now we're running."

[melissaxx7]

[beebfreeb]

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

[scribe-cas]

Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"

[luna-azzurra]

Telepathy/mind reading ideas!!

✮ Can't turn it off. Every person nearby is a broadcast they can't stop receiving. Crowds are agony.

✮ They hear emotions more than words. Being around someone grieving is suffocating.

✮ They start feeling what others feel and can't tell anymore what's theirs.

✮ Telepathy = PAIN. The louder someone's thoughts, the worse the headache. Angry people are the worst.

✮ They accidentally hear something they were never supposed to know and they can't unhear it.

✮ Someone who knows about the power deliberately thinking quiet, calm thoughts near them. On purpose. As an act of care.

[delicateviolets]

[vrystalius]

Can I request headcanons for Gortash, Raphael, Haarlep, Rolan, and Zevlor reacting to his gn s/o who always do your best to take care of him like making sure he rests properly please?

Taking care of them.

What would they act like when you tale care of them?

Pairing: Gortash, Raphael (+Haarlep), Rolan, Zevlor x gn!reader

Words: tralala

Genre: Fluff

Note: Check out my personalised letters event over here <3 Also I kept Haarlep’s a little short and kinda made it into a bonus.

Gortash // Chosen of Bane.

He has to keep up appearances to the public and to become the proper hero of the gate that saved the all the people within the walls from Ketheric’s army, but behind all the closed doors and especially in the evenings, you can tell that Gortash is anything but doing resting properly.

There is always something that needs his attention, something pulling him away from good night’s sleep or a decent meal that consists of actual nutritions and things like vitamins. Gortash is known to skip out on those. So, you took on the responsibility to make sure the chosen of Bane doesn’t pass away prematurely.

While he is busy going through papers and caving up in his office to hide away from the public, you continuously checked on your lover and placed a bowl of food down in front of his nose. The meals consisted of meats, vegetables, sometimes a cup of black coffee, sometimes a glass of well-aged wine from the cellar to go along with the meat.

Gortash sometimes complains about how you didn’t bring him any dessert, but then again, you are right there with him. There is no better dessert than your sweetness.

Getting him into bed and to shut his eyes and rest is surprisingly easy. He barely protests and sometimes doesn’t even change out of his clothes before positioning himself into your arms, letting your hands gently caress him to sleep. Your fingers slowly brush through his messy hair while his face was squished up against your chest, his warm breath slowly getting slower and slower until you heard Gortash’s snores interrupt the silent room.

He sleeps very lightly. Everything and anything can pull him out of his slumber, but you try to make an effort to keep his sleep as peaceful as possible.

The door to your private bedroom will be sealed with a ward to keep everyone out. Gortash’s head will be nestled against your neck or buried into your cleavage, your arms draped around his body to keep his body against yours. The sounds of you sleeping are like pleasant white noise to him which helps him sleep through the night. You are the more pleasant form of a cup of lavender tea or a hot cup of milk with honey.

But you being the perfect way for him to fall asleep is actually not a very good thing, especially when you are separated from him. Gortash wouldn’t be able sleep even if someone hit his head with a pan over and over without you by his side or within his radius. It’s actually embarrassing how restless he becomes without you.

Raphael // The handsome devil (cambion).

He finds it amusing how much you fuss over him sometimes. Raphael is a devil with a whole house dedicated to him— don’t you think he has some poor soul to serve to him?

He especially adores it when you try and drag him to bed for some rest. As a devil, or cambion, Raphael doesn’t need to sleep or even eat, but he spend some of his very precious time in bed in order to keep you happy. But perhaps it is not just to entertain you and your wishes, maybe Raphael has his own selfish reason to let you curl up in his arms, his leathery wings wrapping around you like a cocoon, his tail wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

Your devil never believed you when you told him that he purrs when he naps, but you know what you heard and felt. Your whole body vibrates slightly when he does, when his face is buried in your neck and his chest pressed against yours. It does resemble that of a cat but it sounded much more threatening in a way. Stroking the back of his head or his neck amplifies the purrs Raphael keeps denying. You need to sometime use Haarlep as a witness or something.

Raphael doesn’t really get physical and goes to fight some souls that broke his contract himself, but in the rare cases he does, he never gets injured. But you still insist on him taking a long bath in his boudoir to heal if needed, but he quite a good haggler, so you always end up soaking in the healings waters alongside him, being catered by some of the servants working there.

Pampering Raphael is a hard thing to do, it’s just that he is already being spoiled plenty. He has a whole house in Avernus for himself, his own incubus, hundreds, perhaps already thousands of contracted souls and now you, his little mouse.

The only way you can further spoil him is by distracting him from important work and redirect his focus onto you and how you so easily slid onto his lap without any protest from the devil, his hands immediately finding your waist and thighs to pull you closer against him, his quill now tossed to the side and staining the wood below with ink. His smirking lips would find yours while your arms drape over his shoulders— You’ve successfully distracted from his exhausting work and it’s not worth to continue writing, Raphael thinks.

+bonus: Haarlep // The incubus.

Haarlep enjoys to laze around and having you to pamper him even more, reminding him to take naps and having a snack by the lavish dinner table is quite literally perfect. Sometimes, if he especially gets pouty or whiny, you’ll bring him a plate directly to bed to eat.

Although whenever you outright ask him if he has been sleeping, eating and taking care of himself properly, he’ll smirk and tease you for caring so much about him before pretending he hasn’t, just so you can fuss and dote on him. Haarlep eats all of your attention right up!

But he does feel incredibly flattered whenever you pay attention to him in any way that isn’t meant to be sexual or lead to sex. He of course enjoys the pleasure of mortal and immortal flesh, but sometimes it gets boring and exhausting. It’s nice to cuddle for a bit instead of going at it like bunnies.

He savours every minute he can have you by himself and away from the master of the house. Just like Raphael, he purrs very loudly. The vibrations gently passing through your whole body. His tail is always wagging slightly and you can watch the speed picking up every tome you scratch his scalp or chin.

Let’s just say that Haarlep really, really loves being taken care of. It’s nice to be the pillow princes sometimes.

Rolan // The wizard’s apprentice.

(Small spoilers for his apprenticeship in Lorroakan’s tower)

He both hated and really loves the way you at least try to take care of him. Rolan is a stubborn Tiefling so convincing him to do something so little as put the book and take a nap could turn into a battle where you are on the floor, hugging and gripping onto his leg so he cannot move, only letting go once he pinky promises to come to bed soon.

If not for you, the wizard probably would’ve either died from dehydration or collapse from lack of food and sleep. How he managed to survive before being with you is a miracle.

Whenever you know he’s off to go study in the library, reading a new book of spells or practicing cantrips, you have to physically shove a plate of food and a glas of water into his hands to remind him to eat. Then, he sometimes places it down on a desk and makes a mental note to eat it in a moment, right after he puts the book away. Rolan ends up getting distracted by a journal tucked away in the elaborate shelves that now needs his attention and his meal goes uneaten, cold and forgotten.

But you have been noticing how Rolan has been slowly becoming more and more gloomy, how bruises have been forming on his face and arms. He excused it as him getting injured during spellcasting or being stupid and hitting himself on furniture, but you definitely knew better. You could tell that he was ashamed of whatever or whoever has been hurting him.

It was probably that insane wizard Loarrakan punishing your lover like this, although his couldn’t be considered a punishment anymore. It was abuse.

Rolan refuses to let you talk or even meet the wizard and there’s nothing much you can do. You’ll quietly disinfect the new bruise on his cheekbone and tend to his wounds while he sits there, his head lowered in shame. He needs affection from you now more than ever to let him know that you love him.

The wizard, again, does not very willingly lets himself being taken care of and is a firm believer that he is supposed to be providing for you, not the other way around. But sometimes Rolan melts in your palms like butter, basically crawling into your arms and nudging you with his head to ask for some cuddles and to be held without needing to speak.

He’ll casually cast some visual spells around to entertain you while your hands get busy with his hair and your legs tangle with his. A small smile would slowly spread more and more over his face with every second passing where his eyes watching yours sparkle at the illusion of a starry night he casted onto your bedroom ceiling.

(Act 1)

Zevlor // Leader of the Tieflings // Exiled Hellrider

Zevlor deserves the world and you know it, but he doesn’t. At least not yet.

You always gently remind him to take a breather, eat a little something, take a walk to calm his mind or finally retire for the night and go to bed. He appreciates your little reminders and how manage to always make sure he was doing okay, despite all of the stress and troubles plaguing his mind.

Despite your caring nature and your fussing over him, Zevlor actually feels more like a burden to you now. You always make sure he eats a decent meal, even if that’s after every other refugee had a meal for themselves, assure him that he is doing great as their leader despite all the hardships and manage to brighten his mood with your mere presence. He loves you dearly and is thankful for all you do, but seriously, you don’t have to. He’ll be fine by himself.

You shouldn’t be doing this for him, it’s suppose to be the opposite. Or at least Zevlor should be doing more for you and taking care of you, not him.

So, he’ll begin to mirror your actions; whenever you try to bring him some food from the camp, Zevlor has a plate saved for you as well ans now you can have lunch together. You shoo him out of his makeshift meeting chamber and force him to take a little walk outside the grove, he’d extend his arm and have you walk alongside him. You think about heading out and go hunt for some boars, his blade is at the ready for you to use. You try to coerce him to take a nap or sleep for the night, you’ll be having to spoon him from behind to cuddle him.

You can never just take care of him, Zevlor always has to take care of you in return or at first. Only that way he doesn’t feel guilty for you spending your energy and time on solely taking care of him, something he is supposed to be doing on his own but fails so often. He feels a little embarrassed about that, and you can always see how his face blushes and lights up in surprise whenever you re-appear to check in on him.

Oh, what has he done to deserve someone as heavenly as you?

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Zevlors part fell a little short, sorry for that— I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it 🫶 Tysm for the request!!

Check out the event I’m hosting on my blog <3 I’ll choose 4 participating users randomly to receive a personalised letter from their favourite character <3

Make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <33

Take care of yourselves <3 Remember that you are loved!

[shadowkira]

✨️🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride!! 🏳️‍🌈✨️

[drmace]

I love how the Gortash panels turned out in the latest comic😌

[phoebeselwyn]

alright, we all know the trend when the woman goes behind the camera while recording her man's reaction to her flashing her breasts?

Well, just imagine doing that with JOHN PRICE. He'll be out there in the garden (in the process of making one, actually, on his backyard, because you always wanted one, and he moved you in with him for a reason), with a shovel in hand, looking at what he had already digged out for your plants to grow nice and pretty when he sees something flashing from the sliding glass doors. And when he snaps his head and really looks, there's you. In just your panties, and lifting your t-shirt to show him you titties. The reason? Well, you were bored. And now you had your boyfriend all grumpy and possessive of just thinking that the neighbors could have seen you.

And when you do the same for KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK, you don't really do that for him in the first place. You daughter, who was entirely breastfed for a whole nine months, was acting cranky and sleepy, wining and sobbing, clearly tired and ready for sleep. You saw some trends of a breastfed babies reacting to titties, and decided to participated (without documenting it). Kyle licking his lips, and, scooping the immediately calmed down baby girl, murmured "Make sure to have 'em on display after I tuck the lil' one in."

You thought nothing could stant JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH anymore. You two tried a lot of stuff in bed, and, being together for years, you genuinely had no idea he would react the way he did. But when oversleeping and being in a hurry, you burst into the bathroom to hop into the shower real quick. Johnny was just brushing his hair out of his face, already in cargo pants and tight t-shirt, when you dropped your nightgown and stepped out the piece of silk, as if it was a routine at this point. "Bonnie, really?" He sighed heavily, and, quickly undressing, joined you in the shower. "Since ta girls are invitin'". They were not. But in was worth being a bit late to work that day.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY doesn't react immediately. He just sits on the couch, beer in one hand, and staring at your titties as you flashed them out, jumping out of the corner. For a second you begin to feel a slight embarrassment creeping through your spine. But then he sets the beer bottle on the floor, gets up, and with two long steps, lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder. You're buffled, trying to straighten up, when he brings you to your bedroom. He wasn't indifferent. He was just thinking about the things he would do to those things of yours.

tags: @prettybpony @devoted-buttons @mvstercvrd @lilpothoscuttings @other-fandoms-reblogs @eastern-side-of-the-heart @drugs-and-daddyissues @itsnayumenko-blog @rios-st4rs @leahsfantasy @1-800-bobcut @cocolocorococo

[dwidkwite]

smut, fwb!price.

it started out of nowhere. you were at a pub one evening, a little tipsy from your previous drinks ; when a man came up to you and blalantly made you understand that he wanted a little company for the night. his name was john from what he told you. he was tall, arms tattoed and most importantly very handsome, he for sure knew how to talk to a woman.

you decided to give him a chance and bring him to your place that was closer. he was really not what you expected, he talked like a caring gentleman back at the pub, but the second you entered your apartment, he immediately pushed you on the couch and ripped off your underwear. he roughly manhandled you, and you let him do it.

after multiple orgasms on the sofa, he picked you up and proceeded in your bedroom. he took you harshly in doggy style, your cheek flat against your mattress. you were a babbling mess as his balls rapidly met your ass cheeks, his hands firmy gripping your hair to make you stay in place. you could hear his gruff voice behind you, however you were too far gone to decipher what he was saying to you.

when you woke up next morning he was gone, you found a scratch of paper on your bedside table, his number.

that's how your first night ended, it was the beginning of it.

it’s been a few months now, and you noticed a change in john’s attitude. he doesn’t leave immediately after you fall asleep anymore, you always find him sleeping soundly next to you in the morning, he even made you breakfast once.

he always pays for you when you meet at the pub, even when you order takeout, he never said anything about it ; you never questioned it either.

the most shocking one was how he acted in bed, the 'fuckin’ slut' turned into 'takin’ me so well, luv'. the way he couldn’t help but put his lips on your skin, lips as he fucked you. or how he gently brushed strands of hair off your sticky face when you were completely cock drunk.

but what really made you realize that everything changed was when you woke up at 3am, your phone buzzing. you grabbed it and got slightly stunned by the screen light 'Jonathan' proudly showing on it. you frowned, price was on a deployment since a few weeks now, was he okay ? you heard his gruff voice when you picked up, "i don’t know why i called you, luvie" a faint sight escaped his lips, "do you miss me?" it was his way to say that he did. you chuckled softly, and price felt his heart squeeze at the other end of the line.

you stayed on the phone quite a long time, before you heard someone call him.

"i need t'go now" he inhaled, "can’t wait to see ya, doll"

[miurgen]

"Gods, you're a sight for sore eyes"

[drmace]

A short comic about Ro visiting Gortash's home in the Upper City during Act III.

I'm convinced the only reason we can't access the Upper City in-game is because it was never finished, not because of the Brain.

I also have a headcanon that finding Bhaal's Temple was a lot harder than simply falling into the nearest sewer grate, so Gortash and Ro ended up pooling their resources and efforts. From time to time, they would meet to discuss new leads and exchange information to make the search more effective.

Considering that doppelgangers were a 24/7 threat to Gortash, it was very much in his interest not to sit around and do nothing.

And one of those meetings ended up being moved from Wyrm's Rock to his home x)

[promptcalender]

Prompts: Prince/ess x Knight

✵ “What do you even do when you're not being a headache to me?” “Looking pretty.” “Pff. You are rather good at that, aren't you?”

✵ “Do you glare at all foreign royals? Or only the ones I dance with?”

✵ “Wait. Can you… guard the door? Just until I'm asleep?” “I'll stay the night if it is what you need to feel safe.”

✵ “If you die for me, I will never forgive you.”

✵ “You're such a brat.” “Is that any way to talk to a royal?” “You like me too much to tell on me.”

✵ “Your Highness, if you keep looking at me like that, I might forget you are out of my reach.”

✵ “If I told you to kneel and pledge your loyalty to me and no one else… Would you?” “Try it. Find out.”

✵ “Meet me in my chambers after dark.” “Of course, my lady/lord.”

✵ “How much power does the crown really have, when wearing it prohibits me from having the one thing I want?”

✵ “You're bleeding! Is there anything I can do to help?” “No, do not sully your hands. I will live.”

✵ “Take off your armor. Sit with me. Just tonight.”

✵ “Do you ever regret devoting your life to serving the crown instead of living your own life?” “No. You are my life.”

[Prompt Calender: November 18th, National Princess Day]