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@todrawblood
TODRAWBLOOD: a selective &&& mutually exclusive portrayal of ROOK, the protagonist of dragon age the veilguard. nsfw, dark, triggering content present. beware, i post ooc often. as struck by mor [ 21+ she/her ]
CARRD, PROMPTS, PLAYLIST. blog setup by blightbitten
killing for: @prophetries / @berthindeath / @vorashvan / @mageforged / @wvlfthorned / @blyghthound / @duelblades / @luctumvigilantes
wait. is darp active rn?
a tasty nude of my crow that tumblr may or may not take down. full under the cut. this is all i can post today for @rookappreciationweek but i will have more by the end of this week :>
the one and only 24 karat gold labubu [vibubu] in the world
i'm a procreate user now :p and he's got a new tattoo. full nsfw
today is tulin's 27th birthday! i will spam my art of him now.
i'm a procreate user now :p and he's got a new tattoo. full nsfw
@lastlght : i was only kidding! / rip she'll never live widow down i won't let her
only kidding. yes, people joke and not crow-typical jokes about breaking bones or severing arteries... though, considering the faction valeria comes from, the joke shouldn't have made his stomach turn. the elf weighs his options — it's hard for him to pass over the initial shock of her saying she's widowed. that joke made a lightning bolt of guilt strike his whole body — a consciousness that he shouldn't have from being broken, and yet he felt like a vile and sexually unhinged man to have pined after a woman who had lost a partner.
valeria says now it doesn't mean a thing. she's not lost a lover. and thereofre, he isn't a disgusting unashamed young man. rook swallows, taking her face in. ❝ i... uh.. am glad. ❞ is what he manages. a few beats of silence pass and he gathers himself. ❝ i'm glad you haven't lived through such a tragedy, not that you're... single !? ❞ maker, another thing he doesn't know for sure. if he were smarter, he would've bitten his tongue. he is glad that she is single. it eases the disgust he has for himself.
the conversation worsens every time he opens his eyes, so he simply looks away and curses his stupid heart for leaping when she's around.
SO. my friend bought me baldur's gate 3 anbd i've been playing for three days… i am adding my tav to the roster.
i miss being here. idk what to do to wake up muse or the dash. i miss my friends so much
i'm a procreate user now :p and he's got a new tattoo. full nsfw
tense? not actually. the crow notices all but is tongue-tied until she doesn't swallow the second piece of fig. maker, she's teasing him, and he wants to ask — but doesn't find the exact courage. instead, his eyes scan their surroundings and finding them empty, he steps closer. ❝ the way you eat is driving me wild, that's all. ❞
" oh ? " her gaze twinkles with mischief , a feigned sort of surprise in her face as she watches him step closer . her tongue darts out to the corner of her mouth to lap at some of the juice that's trickled out . sweetness bursts on her tongue again - she wants to know if he tastes just as sweet . " would you like me to stop ? "
angie knows what she's doing... ❝ no. not unless i'm not allowed to do something about it. ❞ he could look away — maybe — but that is no fun. if they were completely alone, he wouldn't be so antsy to make the move. ❝ what... would you have me do about it? ❞ somehow he is sure she has an idea.
hey i am still alive. haven't abandoned the accounts, but i am on a sorta hiatus until i feel more motivated. i've been to doctors every week so far and today i got a diagnosis that isn't very positive, so now i am on a diet and adapting. also uni started again and i have to adapt to that too. thanks for being patient with me. you can reach out on discord. psa i wrote this without my glasses
hey i am still alive. haven't abandoned the accounts, but i am on a sorta hiatus until i feel more motivated. i've been to doctors every week so far and today i got a diagnosis that isn't very positive, so now i am on a diet and adapting. also uni started again and i have to adapt to that too. thanks for being patient with me. you can reach out on discord. psa i wrote this without my glasses
her heart beats in time with his, watching as he slumbers atop her chest with her fingertips delicately carding through white strands. she watches the way the lighthouse's perpetual day dances across his skin, casting prisms against hers from the way she twirls a lock of tulin's hair into the warm light. she wears contentment beautifully, longing to never leave this room again as she feels the way his strong arms slowly tighten around her. it has her leaning forward just enough to press full lips to his hair, whispering into it lovingly, ❝ don't wake, my love. we've nowhere to be but here. ❞
there's only a single place more comforting than the bed he'd claimed in the lighthouse, and it is in the arms of the person responsible for it. gwendolyn, although most burdened among them all, slices the gloom belonging to him with her light. in her arms he sleeps like an ordinary man tired of the long day, and not an assassin who is ready to leap when a call comes.
he twitches occasionally, muscles chronically overexerted, and somewhere between sleep and consciousness, he squeezes to make sure gwen is still there and no harm has befallen her. this time tulin hears her clearly and understands the words but does not obey them. at least not fully.
he searches for a more comfortable way to rest his cheek on her breast — an excuse to nudge it just because — then takes a deep breath. he knows he must be heavy atop her but she has not complained — on the contrary, she wishes for him to remain there. and so he does. but before sleep drags him away from her lips and her scent, he manages to express his gratitude in a barely audible whisper, ❝ ti amo. ❞
i'm a procreate user now :p and he's got a new tattoo. full nsfw
GLOW: sender brushes a strand of hair from receiver’s face
it is nothing new —long white hair tends to stick to his face after battles end. be it because of sweat or blood or other sticky substances — he's learning how many possibilities there are. he tends to ignore it as long as he can see. adrenaline always holds him to abnormal heights and all he can focus on are the surroundings, is there more to fight? to kill? his body is ready so his hands remain on the hilts of his swords.
they're heading back and yet roach can hardly focus. the caretaker spirit is presently taking them through the crossroads to the lighthouse — there is no danger in their part of the fade, hell, there is none in the air. he remains ready and distracted, so he does not notice how close gwendolyn has gotten until he feels her fingertips upon his forehead.
blood red eyes shoot up to meet hers. inquisitive before the elf realizes why she has dared reach. this is new — sharing of personal space with people he may dare call friends. yet it is something he has craved — closeness and now he allows himself amenity in small doses.
the strands of sticky hair that are gently moved reveal more of her face. the light makes gewn's eyes sparkle, and so do his when he offers her a boyish smile. without realizing his guard has dropped — the killer machine rests.
his gaze lingers on hers. voice low but inviting, "hey, how about lunch after i wash?" he doubts anyone wants to have lunch with a crow stinking of blight.
valentine's prompts - accepting !
