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@unwillingxinquisition
"Stick with me, I’ll make sure you have fun."
"But first, I think I need more wine."
"Here, finish my drink, I've had enough for now. I was drinking before you came already. And I dislike being the drunkest in a pair." He pushed his own mug across the table to Daylen, blinking slowly as he did, a distinct pinkness to his cheeks that, for once in this conversation, was not a blush.
"If I do have a great deal of drunken sex, I don’t remember it."
It was entirely possible, really. He just doubted it. Daylen never had too great a tolerance. Not to mention, his performance while drunk was sub par. “If I am going to have fun, I want to be able to remember it the next day.”
"I, on the other hand, simply abhor the idea of fun and refuse to engage in such activity either sober or drunk. I enjoy exclusively sewing alone in my room while drunk and then doing exactly the same thing while sober. Also I enjoy sleeping and tormenting nugs."
Shout at my muse to see how they respond:
"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"
"It’s not fair!"
"I could kill you right now!"
"Knock it off!"
"Screw you!"
"You’re a complete moron!"
"I love this song!"
"Bring that here!"
"I hate you!"
"I’m pissed off!"
"Make me!"
"I wish you’d never been born!"
"I bought ice cream!"
"Kiss my ass!"
"Shut up!"
"I can’t do it anymore!"
"Take me home!"
"Just kiss me already!
"I can't be in love with you!"
"I can't believe this!"
"Piss off!"
"I wish things were that simple!"
"I love you!"
"Jump off a bridge!"
"You’re so hot!"
▐ █ Twenty one pilots sentence meme
❝Nobody knows his/her real name, but now he/she just uses one he/she saw on a grave.❞
❝You should see him/her in bed late at night, he/she's petrified!❞
❝Take me out, and finish this waste of a life❞
❝He/She thinks that faith might be dead❞
❝Nothing kills a man faster than his own head❞
❝He used to see dreams at night. But now he's just watching the backs of his eyes❞
❝I ponder of something great❞
❝Somebody stole my car radio, and now I just sit in silence❞
❝Sometimes quiet is violent❞
❝I find it hard to hide it❞
❝My pride is no longer inside. It's on my sleeve❞
❝My skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed inside my dream❞
❝There's no hiding for me❞
❝I'm forced to deal with what I feel❞
❝There is no distraction to mask what is real❞
❝I ponder of something terrifying❞
❝One thing consists of consistence❞
❝I don't know if we know why we're here❞
❝Peace will win❞
❝Peace will win, and fear will lose❞
❝To be awake is for us to think❞
this blog gets trashier by the post i stg
"These boots aren’t Antivan, my friend, but they will do!"
Stupid sexy Zevran.
I give you a modern!AU Zevran for Christmas, tumblr! Nothing says “Season’s Greetings” like a bisexual killer-for-hire in dapper evening wear. :D
Next up’ll probably be Anders or Isabela!
You know, the nice young man who runs the free clinic in the slums doesn’t have much to spend on clothes, but he manages to make a little go a long way.
So Anders just did NOT want to come out when I tried drawing him in jackets and ties - I guess my muse just wanted him to be a little more scruffy. I never actually romanced Anders - the fact that he and my loyal Mabari didn’t get along was the deciding factor in the Fenris vs. Anders debate - but I have to admit the dude is very suave~
Might try Aveline or Varric next~
Baby Dwarves: Dwarflets
Baby elves: Elflings
Baby Humans: Gross
Baby Qunari: Calves
text message muse reaction
[MSG:] What part of “he tried to put his dick in my ear” do you not understand?!
[MSG:] Okay, so next time, maybe use a tighter knot?
[MSG:] HOW DO YOU LOSE A CONDOM MID-INTERCOURSE?!
[MSG:] As he was cumming he yelled “Yahtzee” then said I was free to go. That was my one night stand.
[MSG:] “Sorry” doesn’t fix the chafing around my asshole!
[MSG:] Relax, just get some good concealer and no one will even notice the bite marks.
[MSG:] Okay, so apparently asking a boy “who’s your mommy?” doesn’t have the same affect as “who’s your daddy?”.
[MSG:] He asked “who’s your daddy” and I said I don’t know.
[MSG:] If I pick up a girl, and then she picks up a guy, and we all leave together, did I pick up the guy?
[MSG:] On the upside, that’s one less thing on our sexytimes bucket list!
[MSG:] Come hell or highwater we WILL manage to have sex at work without getting caught one of these days.
[MSG:] Next time you’re taking nude pics for me, maybe glance around the room to make sure your MOM’S NOT THERE.
[MSG:] Desperate + desperate does not equal a fun night.
[MSG:] SLUTTIEST. HALLOWEEN. EVER.
[MSG:] I can’t believe you fell asleep in the middle.
[MSG:] Dude, I’ve got to get back on her good side. I’ve tried masturbating… it’s not the same.
[MSG:] Long story short, we had to call the fire department to get the handcuffs off.
[MSG:] I told you not to buy lube from a tourist shop!
[MSG:] What’s never happened before? The premature ejaculation or the ten minutes of crying afterwards?
[MSG:] So not only did my roommate NOT leave when he saw I had a girl there, HE STARTED SHOUTING BITS OF ADVICE.
[MSG:] Walked in on my boss nailing his secretary on the copy machine. It’s gonna be a VERY awkward meeting tomorrow…
[MSG:] Mom found our “collection.”
[MSG:] I don’t even know if I LIKE sober sex anymore.
[MSG:] Banging your kid’s teacher never ends well.
[MSG:] Her dad came home when we were “busy” so I ended up jumping out her window and getting dressed while I ran up the block to my car. FML
[MSG:] It’s just one of those days where I’m too horny to function, to be perfectly honest.
[MSG:] Turns out I’m not as bendy as I thought… it was fun trying, though!
[MSG:] We rented a porno to get ideas. Long story short… we need a new showerhead.
[MSG:] Never take sex advice from your older brother.
[MSG:] Any recommendations for how to tell your girlfriend about the pics of her sister on a porn site without admitting you were surfing said porn site?
[MSG:] HE WAS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME. JACKING OFF. ON A PUBLIC CITY BUS. I SHIT YOU NOT.
[MSG:] Speaking French in bed SOUNDS hot, but turns out I only know “baguette” and “bonjour.”
[MSG:] So the threeway turned out to be a twoway while the third one sat and watched in a chair.
[MSG:] NEVER ANSWER THE PHONE IN THE MIDDLE OF SEX EVER AGAIN
[MSG:] We should probably just have a threeway and get everyone on the same page.
[MSG:] Long story short, she’s passed out, we’re both naked, I’m gagged and can’t get the knot undone, we’re in the closet at her mom’s house. SEND HELP.
[MSG:] Also, I’ve finally come to the point in the relationship when having sex with socks on is okay.
[MSG:] I’m sorry I laughed. But, honey, you were trying to give me a striptease and you tripped on your pants!
[MSG:] So today I found out my mom’s dating my ex-boyfriend, and she’s kinkier than I am. Fuck divorce.
[MSG:] Well, I never thought in the future I’d be able to say “hey remember that Easter when I made porn?”
[MSG:] I have to admit, I’ve never heard of more than two people watching porn together…
[MSG:] I don’t think bruises are supposed to turn green.
[MSG:] That girl’s pussy is like White Castle, you crave it once in awhile, but next morning you regret eating it.
[MSG:] Never sneeze while eating a girl out.
[MSG:] I know he was trying his best to be sexy, but Johnny Depp, he is not.
[MSG:] PENISES ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THAT OH MY GOD
[MSG:] So it turns out he’s not into bondage.
[MSG:] I’m straight, but shit happens.
"I’m buzzed." Smiling, Daylen held the wine up before taking another drink. "And maybe a bit of a flirt."
"If this is you still partly sober I'd hate to see you flirt while entirely intoxicated, must be unbearable." He teased again, much less than sober himself from the blushing and admissions of jealousy. "You seem like the type to have drunk sex more often than sober."
"Are you jealous, Drogo? Of a man you’ve never met?"
He laughed, though that may have been the wine. Which he now took another drink of. “He was taller than you, yes. But if I had to say I had a favorite…”
Daylen shrugged. “It just might be you.”
"Easier to be jealous of men I've never met. I can convince myself their lives are much better than mine and this man had your attentions so he must have been... something. But I wouldn't say jealousy so much as... aggressive curiosity." He took another sip of his mead and tried not to notice how red his cheeks had gone and the way the blush burned into his ears. "You are a flirt."
"I’d call it happenstance, before calling it a type. Aside from the shape of your ears, you and he have very little alike."
Suddenly the notion of describing Zevran seemed unwise. A confident, sexy and wild man’s memory would likely cause some measure of jealousy.
"I like everyone, despite what my demeanor would suggest. It’s just a matter of chemistry."
He couldn't help the way his eyebrow quirked and he took a sip of the honey mead and his mouth twitched into a frown despite the pleasant sweetness, "He was taller than me wasn't he? More interesting?" Even to his own ears he sounded like a petty teenager. "You can like everyone as much as you please, it's a matter of playing favorites that really impacts the playing field. Who and what type of who are favorite most often."
Daylen only chuckled at the taunt, shrugging. “I’ve had the occasional night of passion with people I’ve met. Nothing ever more serious than a fling, though. There was one man… an elf by the name of Zevran. Handsome, charming. Had a body like you wouldn’t believe.”
"But I let him go."
"You have a type of man then?" Drogo stretched out his legs under the table and was mildly frustrated once again that they didn't reach very far. He was small even by elven standards for a man, and all this human sized furniture was made for men a foot taller and broader than him. He didn't like feeling small and fragile amongst the furniture. He looked up again at Daylen and bit his lip. The idea of Daylen having been in love with an elf man before him was somewhat frustrating. He didn't want to be a way to relive a past flame. Damn his jealous heart.
"Fairly simply, really. I usually come into a place covered in blood. Tends to reduce romantic opportunities."
As the serving girl brought him their second bottle of wine, Daylen also requested honey mead. “Something sweet.”
"I find very few women really fear blood so much. No one really likes to see it gushing across the floor from a body, but a little bloodspatter never frightened any woman I know. Maybe you just don't have any real seduction ability." Drogo verbally prodded him, trying to get a rise from the other man. When the serving girl brought the honey mead he took a sip and repeated Daylen's words, "Something sweet. Thank you."
"I’m only too happy to pay! You wouldn’t believe the sheer volume of gold I encounter. I’ve had to simply discard some, at times. I can only fit so much in my bags. Even with their magically enhanced storage space."
"How a bachelor such as you, with gold to spare, a face chiseled from stone by the Creator's themselves, a hero of war, and with such a winning personality remains single to the point where you think seducing me into your bed is your best option will forever remain beyond me, it seems." Drogo drawled while leaning his head on his hand and it only sounded halfway sarcastic when he said it. "Buy me something sweet, then."
"I would suggest I could rend the sky asunder," he commented as he finished the wine. "But some dastard beat me to the punch. I’ll have to be sure to make his death all that more painful for it."
Leaning back in the chair, he shrugged. “I’ve been in that boat. It took a great deal of effort to coax many of my friends into legitimate friendship during the blight.”
"Well I certainly with that man no luck against you and I hope his dragon is turned into a nug... Fucking dragons." Drogo muttered the last part under his breath, twisting the flower stem in his fingers. "That'd be a trick, turning dragons into nugs." Drogo watched him lean back and under the table, the elf kicked his companion in the leg gently, "The next bottle of wine is on you, you know. I can't be expected to just hand you everything because you survived the last Blight."
"I am the best sort of man to be involved with. I need and want nothing, but I rather enjoy giving."
Leaning forward, he held up his hand for more wine. After all the talk of were wolves and now sappy romantic shit, he needed to be drunk. “I’m rather good at doing the impossible, you know. I do have an impressive record.”
"You really do have a Romantic's heart, don't you?" Drogo said sarcastically, passing back the near empty bottle of wine and rolling his eyes. "All about pretending you're absolutely perfect. Not that I'm upset, my companions in this Inquisition put me through hell just for their friendship, if you demanded something ridiculous to share a bottle of wine I might have to throw myself from the ramparts." He raised both his eyebrows, "A mage? Doing impossible things? Unheard of in this age."
