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P S A: Semi-Hiatus! I apologise for being so inactive, real life has taken over with Yule Christmas coming up and I don't have the time right now to keep up with this blog. I might be on here or there but I can't promise anything, hopefully things will calm down soon and I'll be back with all you lovely people, until then: Happy holidays!

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Dorian is DA's Tony Stark.

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IF you see me replying to everyone's thread but yours

It is for one of these reasons

I dont have the muse for that thread at the moment

I didnt see your reply

I haven’t gotten to it yet

I dont know what to write

Im dumb

Aliens

It is never because

I hate you

I’m ignoring you

you are a bad role player.

Are we clear?

I love you all!

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Cullen dropped his hand slowly, heaving a heavy sigh. Was it that obvious? Of course it was. “You might. But don’t ask me why.” He tried to hold the eye contact this time, to avoid giving Dorian another reason to - charmingly, but still - pick on him for his insecurity. In his defense, he had just seen the mage undress when he only wanted to ask the innocent question if he wanted to play some chess with him. It was unexpected, Dorian had to see this. 

Nevertheless, he smiled at him. This time, a little more visibly. Only when hearing the witty remark, he started laughing openly. “You admit that you are a cheater? That nonchalantly?” A soft sound close to a laugh left him once more before he shook his head. “You better not. It reminds me too much of Wicked Grace…” He only murmured the name of that game, remembering the last round of it not so fondly.

"Well then, let’s go", he said, obviously content with the turn of events.

Dorian pulled a scandalised expression, holding up his hands as though to defend himself. "Me? A cheater? You're obviously trying to find a reason as to how I can be so perfect at everything." He shakes his head, moving to get dressed. "Besides, that's technically not cheating at chess. Maybe some social construct, but I've never been one to follow those." 

Dorian let out a small snort at the mention of the card game as he finished fastening the ties of his shirt. Wicked Grace was certainly a game he enjoyed, mostly because he was good at being one of the few left with a scrap of clothing- Not that he always chose to. He slid his top shirt over his shoulders, doing up the buckles as he approached the door in which Cullen was still standing.  "Alright, lead the way." 

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So. Dragon Age RP Masterlist.

I don’t think any of the blogs calling for reblogs on a post ever actually got around to making a DA masterlist {do correct me if I’m wrong}, but I think it’d be helpful to throw one up so we can keep track of who is in our community!

That being the case, I’m going to start working on this. Our very own DARP masterlist! C: All you have to do is reblog this {if you RP a Dragon Age character — OCs more than welcome!} and I’ll get around to adding your blog to the list. If blogs are inactive / go inactive {don’t post anything for around two months without notice} they will be removed from the masterlist… but they’re always welcome to be re-added!

So, yeah. This would just be a helpful little directory thing, if anyone is interested. That’s all. uwu

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OKAY so I've been meaning to do one of these for a while now, and I just hit 280 followers so I figured it was about time. I want to thank you all so much for following me I honestly can't believe the amount of you willing to! It's been what, just over a week now? This community is so kind and welcoming, I'm very proud to be a part of it. I've still yet to interact with so many wonderful people, so don't hesitate to come talk to me or plot something! Also I'd hope it goes without saying but if you aren't on here then please don't take offense, if I'm following you I like you and your blog. (art used from here)

Necromantic favour // people I've enjoyed interacting with/think are fantastic:

✦ iustitianders ✦ diebeskunst ✦ sorceressofsass ✦ intotheevergreens ✦ mountainmage ✦ justifiedhealer ✦ lavxllan ✦ headofthechargers ✦ twohandedinquisitor ✦ ride-the-bull

Forbidden Loves // Those I admire from afar/enjoy on my dash/have yet to interact with:

✦ fxreldenking ✦ bloodyantivan ✦ ofwalks ✦ bastardwarden ✦ apostateslegacy ✦ thebrokentemplar ✦ rxghthand ✦ miseritus ✦ reilinwarad ✦ gardegris ✦ ofthespire ✦ paladinking ✦ ofcrowsandmurder ✦ sailsandsun ✦ hxraldofandraste ✦ liberatiis ✦ crxdo ✦ stabbystabseeker ✦ arrowsflight ✦ deadliestdance ✦ theywillbowbeforeme ✦ thescionofhousepavus ✦ itbegan ✦ mxntilyet ✦ herorecipe ✦ korcariflower ✦ silvertonguecunningwit ✦ xhornsup ✦ ariiishok ✦ vaelly ✦ dalxsh ✦ whynxtsing ✦ espouses ✦ yettosee ✦ powerfulstories ✦ arcxneadvisor ✦ abitterveteran ✦ guardxcaptain ✦ formeradvisor ✦ hermortalcoil ✦ kremisius ✦ championofyourheart ✦ varriclever ✦ ghostofwhitespire ✦ holyvengeance ✦

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The Hissing Wastes

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Sera: Dorian. Those words you say. What do they mean ?

Dorian: What, you mean like "mendicant" ? "Ultimatum" ?

Sera: No, arse, when you're mad. "Pish-anty cough-ass". You're swearing, I know it.

Dorian: "Vishante Kaffas". It's Teven, relics of the old tongue. We still use the colorful phrases.

Sera: And it means what?

Dorian: Literally? "You shit on my tongue."

Sera: (laughs) Why not just say that ?

Dorian: A mystery for the ages.

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Slowly, Cullen turned his head, trying to keep his expression bare of much emotion, suppressing the urge to return the smile Dorian gave him. “I’m glad I’m not”, he responded softly, politely and finally, a subtle smile got visible on his face, despite his efforts to seem calm and distant.

He dropped his gaze the moment he noticed that Dorian’s expression turned into something more than simple display of friendliness. He kept standing where he was when the mage approached him, not without taking a deep breath, though. Looking back up, he placed his hand on the back of his hurting neck, starting to massage it. Cullen swallowed. This was an awkward situation. “I, ah…”, he started, lowering his gaze again, but keeping his chin up this time, “I actually came to invite you.” His eyes met Dorian’s. The moment he noticed he had never seen them from that close before. “We… haven’t played in a while, right?” A short, strained laugh left him and he turned his head aside, dropping his gaze again, still massaging his neck. Why was it almost impossible to be confident in this man’s presence? He knew there was no reason to feel like that, and yet he did. He hated it. He had done better in the past. The last time he had beaten him at chess, for example. “I thought both of us might need a little practise.” He made a gesture, but still didn’t look at the mage. “And a distraction. Maybe.” Finally, he looked at him again.

Ever polite, it seemed. It frustrated him sometimes, the constant formalities. It'd be good to see the other man relax once in a while, let loose. At the very least it would be amusing. Though Dorian was always surprised by how sincere the commander managed to be in almost everything he did, it often gave him pause. 

Dorian noted the lack of eye contact, a raised brow giving away to genuine curiousity. "Am I making you nervous, commander? How unlike you." A small laugh passed his lips, lingering on his tone as he continued to speak. "If I'd known it'd only take the sight of myself shirtless to make you less confident I would have shown up to our chess matches in nothing but my underclothes." Crossing his arms, he allows a grin to lighten his features. "I'm ready to beat you, i'll even come fully dressed." As much as he joked, he rather enjoyed the effect he was having on the other. Cullen presented himself as a strong man, a commander in more than just name. Seeing him struggle to even hold eye contact was far more enjoyable than it should have been. He started to redress, deciding to only put on enough to be decent, before replying in a quieter tone. "It will be a welcome distraction. I am sure we could both do with some time to relax."

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                              { thebrokentemplar } The Inquisition forces were stretched thin, nearing the high point of their caused meant fewer foot soldiers to properly scout areas. The Inquisitor was kept busy by all matter of things, leaving an extra amount of work for their advisers and companions to handle. Because of this, Dorian, Sera, Cassandra, and Cullen had set out to explore an ancient Dwarven ruin under the pretense that it may hold a powerful artifact connected to lyrium. Their continued struggles with red lyrium meant that such an artifact could be crucial to achieving their goals.  Dorian let out a weary sigh, having tagged along as the magical expert of the party meant he had the constant eye of the Seeker on his back. They had been searching the place for hours now, the snide remarks from Sera reverberating around the walls and giving him a headache. She seemed to be following Cassandra around, so he excused himself from the room to find solace with Cullen. He found him in a large alcove, offering a small nod in greeting as he began to examine the room.  "Easier to think in here, don't you think?" He eyed the vines spread across the walls, a small smile tugging at his lips. Of course the commander would find the most beautiful room to search. He eyed a chest sitting atop what looked like an altar near the back of the area, raising a brow at Cullen. "Have you tried opening that?"

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diebeskunst:

Feeling the teeth digging into his lip made again sparks go through his body and turned his knees weak, making him lean more against Dorian. He already regretted to have broken the kiss, Daelan wanted more, taste more, touch more.. feel more. And so his head easily tilted to the side, to give those wandering lips better access to his jaw, fingers of one hand curling into Dorian’s clothes while the other moved up to his hair, comping through it, feeling the soft so well kept strands slide through his fingers.

But as much as he adored the feeling, as much as he wanted more of these foreign kisses.. touch that was not just to use him but was.. more than that.. as much he could not stand it. Like those were supposed for someone special… not for someone— no— something like him.  He had tricked Dorian again, made him believe he was worth something, anything.. and it made the happy fluttering feeling turn, into guilt and suddenly his hands grabbed the mage’s shoulders and pushed him away, head hanging low, a bitter, sad laugh on his lips.

     ❝I.. tricked you.. I am sorry… I am.. no one you should want to treat like.. like this. Use me.. that’s… that’s what I am used to—what I am there for— don’t mistake me for something else..❞ his words broken, unable to keep his voice sounding as confident as usually, still too scared to tell the Altus what he was.. why he should not treat him like that.

     ❝You’ll get your hands dirty…❞

The hand in his hair encouraged him, letting out a hum of approval as he nipped lightly at the other's jaw. Intimacies were easy when they weren't personal, when he could lose himself in the touch and just enjoy it for what it was. When feelings were introduced, it became dangerous. Each tender kiss only served to tighten the noose around his neck, and he could only reveal in the feeling a moment before insecurity hit him. Perhaps it was better to just treat this as he would other encounters. It was risky enough as is, considering what the two knew about each other. He slid the hand on the rogue's hip around to his lower back, bringing their hips together. This didn't have to mean anything, it likely didn't really for Daelan anyway. Just two bodies seeking the comfort of another.   When the hands come up to push away instead of bring them closer, he is certainly confused. The Altus' brows pull together, at first unsure of whether he had pushed his limits again. The words gave him pause however, and he removed his hands from the other man. What could possibly be so bad that he feel need to act like this? There were many things he could be, all of them flitting through Dorian's mind as he squares his shoulders, unsure whether he should expect an attack or reassuree the man. 

"I don't have a knife in my back." He crossed his arms, expression guarded. "I can't imagine it's as bad as you think. You haven't tricked me, I'm kissing you because I like you, Daelan."

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"From my knowledge it's more common in Tevinter, less so outside of it." He approached the other mage, moving some papers aside to lean against the desk nearby him. "Spirit healers are far less common there, however." Crossing his arms, he regarded the other with a look of surprise. "You know Varric? Maker, he seems to be one of those people that every one is best friends with." He shook his head, a small frown appearing on his brow before his feature were taken over by obvious intrigue. "I mean the magic. Healing people, mending their wounds back together." He shrugged, "It seems awfully intimate, really."

Anders raised an eyebrow at the other’s skillset, but wasn’t deterred in the slightest. At least it wasn’t blood magic, he thought. ❝ An interesting skill, but not one I haven’t heard of before. Feel free to romanticize away, it’s not as if my type of apostate is common. ❞ ❝ You’ll have to clarify, I’m not quite sure what you mean. I    always had a hard time listening to Varric, and you aren’t    much better. Politely speaking, of course. ❞