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Send 🛌 for our muses to wake up in bed together after having had sex together for the first time the night before.

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          HURT. HURT. HURT.

It was so loud, but Cole couldn’t stop listening, because it wasn’t someone else’s hurt he was chasing. He was hearing his own pain, his own noise. Nothing made sense anymore, he didn’t know if he was human or spirit, and he was….

Lonely? Was that the word for it, this aching hole in him that longed to matter, like he’d mattered to the real Cole, like he’d mattered to Rhys, before he’d lost them both. He wanted a person to care about him - he missed having a friend, a real friend, like he’d only had twice before. He mattered to the Inquisition, sure, but only when he was protecting the Inquisitor. He got the feeling that few people there actually liked him…or even tolerated him, given the outright hostility he faced these days. Not being able to be forgotten or unnoticed was difficult. 

He didn’t even notice he was crying until suddenly couldn’t breathe right, choking on the tightness of his throat. He was coughing through sobs when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Embarrassed, he ducked his head between his knees, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to hide from the approaching person. 

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Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

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too hot

(hot damn)

Lethiel is sexy and he dAMN WELL KNOWS IT pass it on.

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send 💕 to just grab my muse & kiss them!

who cares about consequences, kisses all around !!!!!!

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          HURT. HURT. HURT.

It was so loud, but Cole couldn’t stop listening, because it wasn’t someone else’s hurt he was chasing. He was hearing his own pain, his own noise. Nothing made sense anymore, he didn’t know if he was human or spirit, and he was….

Lonely? Was that the word for it, this aching hole in him that longed to matter, like he’d mattered to the real Cole, like he’d mattered to Rhys, before he’d lost them both. He wanted a person to care about him - he missed having a friend, a real friend, like he’d only had twice before. He mattered to the Inquisition, sure, but only when he was protecting the Inquisitor. He got the feeling that few people there actually liked him…or even tolerated him, given the outright hostility he faced these days. Not being able to be forgotten or unnoticed was difficult. 

He didn’t even notice he was crying until suddenly couldn’t breathe right, choking on the tightness of his throat. He was coughing through sobs when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Embarrassed, he ducked his head between his knees, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to hide from the approaching person. 

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Cole frowned, confused. “Home?” He didn’t really...have one. He just sort of hung around Skyhold. Now that he was more human, he slept in the medical area most of the time, and just ate in the kitchens. He wasn’t like the others - he didn’t have a set bedroom or space to claim. He realized then that Fenris didn’t actually know him, and laughed. “Oh, I forgot to say hello. I am Cole.” 

The elf rubbed the back of his neck, he was thankful it was nothing like a light blue stone.  He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “ You go home.” He assumed this young man was strange and liked handing rocks to people.

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❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜

    “It’s good to try.”

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popular text posts + ask memes

❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

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       Cole recognized the hostility - he’d faced it many times since becoming more human - and pushed past it, into her memories, through her hurt, until he found something tangible. “Dressed up in a wedding gown, am I nervous or excited? Are you nervous? I was, until I saw you.” Cole pulled from her mind, blinking at her. “He meant it when he said he would learn to make you happy. If he knew his death would make you angry, he’d have fought through the Fade itself.”  

          “And who are you to know what I’m angry about? Apparently, if I do not remember every shem will forget how they treat elves.” 

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@citythief

     “You’re very angry at things that happened a long time ago, but you can’t forget. Varric says things we remember help us get better, but remembering just makes it worse.” 

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@kreokopos

     “You like...men. But at the same time, all humans are the same to you. I don’t get it. How do you know who you like, then?” All humans were the same to Cole, as well, and he had trouble figuring out his actual preferences. As far as he could tell, he liked all humans. 

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          HURT. HURT. HURT.

It was so loud, but Cole couldn’t stop listening, because it wasn’t someone else’s hurt he was chasing. He was hearing his own pain, his own noise. Nothing made sense anymore, he didn’t know if he was human or spirit, and he was....

Lonely? Was that the word for it, this aching hole in him that longed to matter, like he’d mattered to the real Cole, like he’d mattered to Rhys, before he’d lost them both. He wanted a person to care about him - he missed having a friend, a real friend, like he’d only had twice before. He mattered to the Inquisition, sure, but only when he was protecting the Inquisitor. He got the feeling that few people there actually liked him...or even tolerated him, given the outright hostility he faced these days. Not being able to be forgotten or unnoticed was difficult. 

He didn’t even notice he was crying until suddenly couldn’t breathe right, choking on the tightness of his throat. He was coughing through sobs when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Embarrassed, he ducked his head between his knees, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to hide from the approaching person. 

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90% of my opens are confused cole trying to understand how the fuck humans get it on

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       “What is a kiss like? It looks weird, but people like them.”

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like for a starter where awkward human!cole asks questions about his newfound humanity to your long-suffering muse

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don’t let me listen to sad playlists, i’ll draw sad otps and no one will be able to stop me