#blightcd

[roquenxnar]

"Yeah, rustic," he said, smile falling as he shifted in his seat, turning to gaze at the murals adorning the walls of the hideout— slaves lead to freedom, the will of the Magisters denied... an odd echo of the war he'd watched play out before him when he was so much younger. "These days, Arlathan can be a little, ah—" he paused, brushing a bit of hair from his eyes as he cast a glance upward— "dicey. No gold plates or banquets..." He gave a soft, mournful sigh. "No little cakes or spun sugar..." But Nelgorn quickly snapped out of his wistful state, turning his attention back to Grief. The here and now. "Well, however you like," he said, sitting back, a corner of his mouth pulling back in a grin. "Our main camp is rather easy to find. It's a little frightening, considering the uninvited guests in the forest, but it does make directing you there easier. You are welcome to visit it, or join me when I go explore— if you're up for it, of course. After that? Up to you; but you belong there, like any one of us. As far as I'm concerned, it's your home, too."

Rustic, yeah he could definitely see how that'd be. It seemed like such a simple life looking from the outside in. Sleeping under the stars every night- or most nights, they probably had some tents to keep the elements at bay... Hunting and gathering for your meals, sharing those meals with your family and the others. It must be nice, he thinks to himself, an idyllic life aside from the threat of relics and artifacts zapping you out of your mind.

The invitation comes as a surprise, not an unwelcome one, but a bit of a confusing one. A smile appearing across his features as he raises an eyebrow once more.

❝Join you..? Like how? A simple visit to observe, or are you inviting me to join you guys more... permanently?❞

[elvenderelict]

greeting: @blightcd

The autumn was growing bitter cold, the nights long and dark. Conversely, the wardens were picking up strays wherever they went. To contend with the turbid, inscrutable, Stygian black of . . . 5:30 pm, it was decided that they’d begin doubling for watches. Two sets of eyes per shift. Tabris’ arguments that one Night Elf and one Mabari counted for at least four sets of eyes fell on deaf ears. He did what he wanted for the first few nights of this, letting his assigned partner sleep while he and Biscuit spent their shift carving slices off a kielbasa. But he’d ultimately decided that the extra rest they were recouping wasn’t worth getting barked at by the rest of the party every morning, and so the evening found him crouching down outside Neros’ tent. “Hey. Surana.” He scratched the canvas, aiming to annoy rather than startle. One of the many things that partnering with a mage for five years had taught him was that spooking them was bad for one’s health. “Neros, mate, get up. Second watch.”

[songcfmuses-a]

“Wars makes murderers of us all” loghain for anora 👁👁

She cannot say she likes the statement. Of the light it casts her father in. The light it casts Maric, of Cailan himself now that they go off to war. Men were not perfect, Anora had learnt that in her years, but the harsh reality of war hit her once more. 

One must kill, in war. That is how one succeeds. Yet, if it were darkspawn, does it still count as murder? 

“War also makes us all desperate. And desperate people do desperate things.” Thievery, murder, what was Denerim in the midst of war but a hotspot for crime? “I do not think one is a murderer for fighting in war. I think the intent changes the act, though feel free to correct me if I am wrong, Father.” She is still so young, so unaccustomed to war that perhaps she was wrong. This she could admit. 

[metalbound]

@blightcd​

Ethan should have gone back home, together with his kid - Rose - and that boulder punching asshole. Should have stepped into that helicopter, left this hellhole of what has once been a Village behind and return to where his old life was waiting for him.

But he was here instead. Together with the former iron Lord, one who had gained his freedom at last, but now was... well. Stranded. Had managed to survive, though, had kicked Miranda’s ass, had stepped in as soon as the blond’s body had given in, surrendering to the amount of strength that bitch had been returning at him with brutal force and determination.

But she hadn’t expected Heisenberg to be there. To have his ugly, horrendous cybernetic-form get a good grip of her head, just so he could rip it off her fucking torso.

And then... It had been over. Just like that. The father had protected his kid, had managed to rescue her, to bring her back to safety. Had reached his goals.

It did surprise the exhausted engineer quite a lot to see him here, surrounded by the remains of what had been homes to people once. Just standing there, watching as Karl came closer. The one who had reached his goals as well, but now... had nowhere to go. Had to start from scratch, had expected to be alone - lonely, as always.

His grey hues found Ethan’s, head tilting in curiosity while he couldn’t stop himself from smirking slightly at the sight of the younger one. “Didn’t expect you to be here, buttercup.” The former Lord cocked a brow at the other, a gloved hand making a gesture at Winters’ form. “Shouldn’t you... well, y’know, return back home?”

[viintcge]

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ from faustus!!

DIALOG PROMPTS - accepting // @blightcd ✧

     A volatile mixture of excitement and absolute dread courses through Elyse's veins, making it nearly impossible for the mage to sit still. The swirl of emotions manifests either as a shaking of her leg or tapping of fingers. The Winter Palace loomed upon the horizon - a place that both thrilled and TERRIFIED Elyse to her core. The sensation of fingers carding through her hair helped to ground her and settle the anxiety furling and unfurling within her core. She couldn't help the gentle sigh the fell from her lips or the sheepish smile that came to follow.

     ❝ Sorry... Thank you. ❞

[olliscot]

”Would you like it if I pierced my nipples?“

smut things.  //   @blightcd

                   “—what?” the question comes from her so casual as he stands in the kitchen of his flat attempting to make a cup of coffee. he had a few late nights. some from her. some because of work. okay, most because of her and that beautiful cunt of hers that he swears he can spend a lifetime in. it’s not her cunt on his mind though. not as he finishes stirring the coffee and taking a sip while looking at her. the answer is obvious. or at least he thinks it is obvious. with the way he desires her near endlessly. the fact that she’s even daring to wear a shirt now is terrible. so terrible. 

the cup find it’s way to the counter as he walks over to her. without saying anything he opens the few buttons of his work shirt on her so perfect frame. “the fact that you think you even need to ask.” her breasts are full in his hands as he looks at her. soon enough he thinks his desire will overtake him. for the moment, however he pushes the shirt off of her until her torso is bare for him. her nipples between fingers, rolling them, watching as they harden from his touch. it’s almost pathetic the way the arousal hits him as he looks at them. “if you pierce them i think i’m going to want to fuck you more than i already do.” he’s definitely a boob guy and cannot get enough of hers. “look at these perfect tit. and pierced? i could cum from the thought.” 

[stormbornpriince-blog]

blightcd replied to your post: me, an adult: what is nsfw me, an adult: can i say...

i constantly have the battle of “is this too much? is this too graphic? do these words offend them?” when it comes to some nsfw material. and then i cry.

YEAH NO SAME

i have a ton of sex repulsed buds and i just don’t know when/if my partners are sex repulsed if they don’t tell me so im like wILL I UPSET THEM? WILL I BE AWFUL? GOD I DONT KNOW ANYMORE

[brightica-a]

blightcd replied to your post:

gives attention!!

thank you...you are beautiful and amazing !!

[the-heroines-of-thedas]

“Pff, I’d say that ship sailed, except it never even came to port,” she scoffs, masking just the tiniest hint of disappointment in her tone. After all, Varric was her closest friend, and that passing curiosity did creep in from time to time. She knew better though.

“Though, circling back around to that oh-so-wonderful question you asked, there are plenty of people I would love to look my way.” she says with a lopsided grin. “Why do you think I do half of the nonsense I do? I think all of Kirkwall should have to bear witness to marvelous, little me.”

The more eyes on her, the less eyes there were on Bethany, anyhow. That’s how it had always been. That’s how it had to continue to be.

A soft "ah" trails from his lips as he nods. Right, a mabari... That was absolutely clear now that he took a look at it, and if he squinted... Crystal clear. Returning his gaze back to his friend a snort escapes him to which he quickly tries to brush off, pointing at the streak of charcoal before taking it upon himself to kneel down and wipe it away with his sleeve.

❝Ah, if I knew anything like that, shouldn't I keep it a secret?❞

That seemed like something that would be better off as a secret.

❝Surely there must be someone you want to look at you. It's only natural, ah, but I would give up if it's Varric.❞

[daughterofhighever-blog]

Royal Palace, Denerim - 9:31 Dragon

{ Starter for @blightcd​ - “Loghain” }

  Outside the palace, the wind whistled and howled through the narrow streets. The rain poured from the sky in relentless, heavy sheets - but none of those sounds could soak through the thick stone walls. No, oppressive silence hung very heavy in the small, windowless room, save for the soft crackling of the fire and the muted, raspy sounds of a man’s breathing.

  Elissa Cousland sat in a chair next to his bedside, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, and her chin resting against her clutched hands as she watched Loghain’s chest rise and fall. Even her friends who still held her dear and supported her choice thought her a bit mad for choosing to forsake rest in favor of this. Memories of her own Joining had driven her, or so she told herself. She hadn’t had to wake from those nightmares alone - she would not let him do so either.   For a short few hours at least, this bedside vigil had given her a twisted sort of reprieve from the death and chaos that’d been forced on all of them by the Blight. Nothing else existed outside of this room, in these moments. Not until he woke. Not until the dawn broke and a host of new difficulties and challenges lay before them.

 Until dawn broke on the first day without Alistair...

  The thought drive a hot spike of pain into her chest, and she drew in a sharp breath through her nose, clenching her jaw tightly enough to hear it pop in an effort to choke back her grief. He’d been her friend. Her brother. Her sweet, shining light that gave her hope everything could be alright in the end. And with a single choice, he’d turned on her like a rabid dog, unable and unwilling to listen to any reason.

  Now their numbers were no better off than they’d been at the start. Exhaling with a shudder, she did her best to clear the overwhelming clouds of doubt and pain from her mind. It would serve no one, least of all herself, to get lost in them.   For now, all she could do was watch... wait... and pray to the Maker that she’d made the right choice.

[metalbound]

touches his chest

Unprompted || always accepting

Well, that one he liked, causing the iron Lord to chuckle at those curious hands feeling him up so bluntly.

"Enjoyin' yourself there, buttercup? ---I can take that shirt off if you want..."

[impcvidoa]

i am really fucking sick right now. my chronic bronchitis decided to finally rear its head, and unfortunately, i am also on pneumonia watch because i’m much more tired than usual and i am running a low-grade fever. so...i’m on mandatory bed rest. until thursday.

that said: i probably won’t get on my laptop much (other than to find something to watch) but would really love some mobile things? i can set up new servers on discord (malcchiato#2282) or we can just do stuff in ims. plus i still have kik - impcvido. this goes for all my muses: @hopesuffered / @blightcd / @crowndoe / @toujourssoldat / @eliteqveen

[blightandbrilliance-blog]

for those of you playing along at home... teagan: @blightcd bellatrix: @xpraelia new multimuse: @herlostdiadem

[intothewildsea]

"Oh! Thank you."

Niamh hadn't meant to leave her drink alone - she'd just gotten distracted for a moment and had her back turned to it. Which had been a mistake, really. She knew she should be more careful.

She accepted the bottle from the stranger and smiled. "Do you want to share it with me?" she asked. "I can't really finish the whole thing off by myself, honestly. I'm a lightweight."

❝I wouldn't drink that one.❞

Shaking his head softly with a look of disgust.

❝You leave a drink alone for a second here and it, at best, has spit in it. At worst you might contract a disease.❞

Leaning over the counter to produce a fresh bottle while the keep wasn't looking, not that it really mattered the whole thing would just go straight onto his long outstanding tab.

❝Here, try this one instead. Spit and blood free. Or at least I hope.❞

@intothewildsea.

[killforfries-blog]

the  rules  are  simple !!  post  TEN  CHARACTERS you’d  like  to  roleplay  as,  have  roleplayed  as,  and  might  bring  back.  then  tag  ten  people  to  do  the  same  (  if  you  can’t  think  of  ten  characters,  just  write  down however  many  you  can  and  tag  the  same  amount  of  people.  )  repost,  don’t  reblog  !!

CURRENTLY  PLAYING. teagan byrne, marvel oc. @blightcd ruby 2.0, supernatural. @killforfries​ octavia blake, the 100 @viiitavia bellatrix black, hp @xpraelia​ paige matthews, charmed @witchlighter​

WANT TO PLAY. get all of my above blogs more active ( mainly bella, o and paige ) all of my OCs again, especially aine and chelsea. claire novak, supernatural. maya, borderlands 2. tara knowles, sons of anarchy. alice quinn, the magicians ( book & show )

HAVE PLAYED. aine o’phealan, werewolf oc. the little mermaid, ouat. @the-sirensong devony reaghan, corax/shifter oc. @fiiachdubh chelsea jaeger, hunter oc. @shemoveslikejaeger lydia martin, teen wolf. @beanxsi charlie bradbury, supernatural. @nxtaqueen dinah drake, dc. @bombshellbird seraphina hawke, dragon age. alice fortesque, hp lavender brown, hp

tagged by: @praycd​ tagging: whoever feels.

[daughterofhighever-blog]

Vigil’s Keep - 9:32 Dragon

{ Starter for @blightcd​ - “Anders” }

It had been a month since she’d first set out for Denerim without specific explanation as to why, and now Elissa’s chest felt tight with anxiety as she handed off her horse’s reigns to the stable hand upon her return. It baffled her logical mind as to why, though perhaps part of her was worried that once the ‘leash’ waiting for her friend outside the Warden fold was cut for certain, that he’d take the opportunity to abandon them. He certainly wouldn’t be the first to do so to her.

Alistair had turned on her with a potent viciousness that broke her heart when she’d spared Loghain. Morrigan, whom she’d loved as dearly as a sister, had left without so much as a goodbye once she had what she wanted. Even Loghain - the closest thing she had left to a mentor and father figure - had left her. She’d begged him to stay long enough for her to appeal to Weisshaupt to reconsider his assignment to Orlais, but he’d refused. And then he left, and she was alone. Again.

She couldn’t say she would blame, or even be angry with Anders, if his leaving was what indeed came to pass. Still, it would hurt. Her hand strayed to the small, plain pouch on her belt to reassure herself that it, and its precious contents were still there.

Once inside the Keep, she threw back her hood and began to strip off her gloves. She had no desire to delay her news, despite the reservations about the potential consequences. Elissa couldn’t keep a smile from creeping onto her features as she began to look for Anders. He’d asked for a souvenir, and she was certain this one would not disappoint…