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Impulse control had never been her strong suit. She had been urged, begged even, over the years to gain some manner of control and yet here she was, nearly thirty, just as impulsive as she was as a bare-faced child. Thus, it was rather impressive that Asha had been this well behaved up until now; she knew Cullen was... Cagey when it came to touch. She'd been patient, gentle. Always checking in, either verbally or watching him for signs of discomfort. And then he'd kissed her on the battlements, a rare show of impulse and desire on his part.

It was only natural then that she might slip on the occasion. A rogue sunbeam had caught golden curls and honey eyes and all thoughts of control had flown out the window. She found herself soon grinning sheepishly up at him, seaglass eyes shining with mischief as her hands rested against his chest. She should really separate from him, they were in a hallway, anyone could walk through. Her hands trailed up to cup his jaw. "Couldn't help myself. You're too pretty in the sunlight. Like it's made for you."

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cullen was surprised by the action of her hands pressing at him. the action ended up catching him so much off guard that he was able to be pressed back to the wall in the hallway. when her lips pressed against his he stiffened for a second out of instinct, before relaxing into her kiss. 

when they broke apart he smiled at her. “that…that was surprising.” 

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Your muse walks in on my muse undressed. Send me 😳 for my muse’s reaction. (add + reverse if you want my muse to walk in on yours)

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hcroesjcurney​:

@anchoredheroes asked: “ i am grateful, you know. for everything you’ve ever done for me… i notice. and i see you. and i’ve never thanked you properly before, so… thank you. ” for cully

cullen stopped to stand up a little bit straighter to look her in the eyes. he had been hunched over documents left on the war table, prepping for the next meeting. he was a little bit surprised by her words, but nodded his head and offered a little bit of a smile. “it is nothing inquisitor, just my duty.” 

"no, it's not nothing," she had never been particularly... good with her words. talking to people? that wasn't the job of a hunter, but it was the job of the inquisitor. ashawen liked to think she was getting better at it but... only marginally. "you do a lot for the inquisition, and i don't know if... people really quite realise this? if not for you... your actions at haven saved lives. including mine. that's not nothing."

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forgets tumblr for over a month and hyperfixates on dnd again

netflix: fine what about a tv show

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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

lads if i ever have to type “pin against the wall” ever again in this lifetime, it’ll be too soon, but i really hope you enjoy these!! if you think of more that you would like to be added, let me know! please do NOT add more in the reblogs, it is VERY likely that i can and will be making a second part to this list! now go drink some water and i hope y’all enjoy the memes!

LAST EDITED: 01/06/22

[ KISS ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately.

[ ANGER ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall out of anger.

[ CHALLENGE ]:     in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.

[ TRAINING ]:     during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.

[ HEAT ]:      while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.

[ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.

[ COVER ]:     while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view.

[ HIDE ]:     while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen.

[ STOP ]:     in order to stop the receiver from walking away, the sender guides them back and pushes them against a wall.

[ FIGHT ]:     while in a physical fight, sender shoves the receiver against the wall in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[ RESTRAIN ]:     sender pushes the receiver back against the wall to stop them from physically fighting the sender.

[ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

[ CLOSER ]:     while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…

[ THROAT ]: sender pins the receiver to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against their throat.

[ FRONT ]: sender shoves the receiver against the wall so that the receiver’s front is pressed against the wall.

[ WHISPER ]: sender pins the receiver against a wall in order to whisper something into their ear (either a secret or in a manner of seduction).

[ FEAR ]: in order to frighten or intimidate the receiver, the sender shoves them back against a wall, positioning themselves so that the receiver can’t get out.

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.

[ FALL ]: while pinning them against the wall, a brief tussle results in the sender and receiver falling over, with the sender pinning the receiver to the ground.

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Screams

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Hey, random question. I have a wedding to attend in July. Now, I don't want to wear a dress because I'm agender. I am also autistic, and sensory issues are A Thing. I've never worn a suit before. Does anyone have either a, tips on what to look out for when seeking comfort or b, know any brands that might be good to look at? As long as I can access them in Canada somehow.

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What body part are you?

Heart

A heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. An ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. Yet, it is the centre of your being. It is the core. Even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. You have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. Hold onto it. Do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. Remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.

tagged by: @widogastswebofwords​​ tagging: @steeledhearts​ ( lilah, cullen, josette ), @musamulta​ ( marie, elian ), @senoculae​, @pellelavellan​, and whoever else wants!

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wizardofshields​:

Filarick blinked at her, staring for a moment before looking at the mabari in her arms and smiling slightly, finding the mabari cute and also the panicked look on her face amusing. “Well I can tell you that they’re not trying to eat you, so there’s that, as for what to do with them, you could keep them as a pet or something?” He glanced down at the way too skinny mabari before saying. “Either way they definitely look like they need to eat more.” He looked over at the tavern for a moment and said. “I was just heading to the tavern,  if you want, we can go get something to eat for both of you?”

keep her as a pet? she balks at the idea. for one, she already had that ginger kitten hanging around her. for another thing, she had so much to do as inquisitor. and for a third, asha and dogs didn't historically get along very well. yet... she supposes it had been rather nice when the grey little beastie had found her way onto asha's chest as she slept. had been a comforting weight, right up until the little devil decided it was time to play and chewed at her nose or her hair. " i-- i don't know about keeping it as a pet but... " maybe just for now. maybe she could get cullen to take it off her hands. or at least help her train the damned thing. " but-- you know what? food sounds good. would you believe me if i told you this little thing was skinnier when i found it?"

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wizardofshields​:

Filarick was taken aback by the sudden nudity, quickly averting his eyes and blushing slightly as she started taking off her tunic. He wasn’t expecting that and was in no way prepared, after she spoke again he took a second to quietly take a deep breath before looking back at her, the slight blush having mostly left his face. “Alright, though how about next time you give a bit of a warning before you start stripping, ey?” He said as he moved closer to her to inspect the wound on her side that was visible now and he started using healing magic on it, slowly closing it from the inside out. “This isn’t as bad as it looks surprisingly, you should be good to go as soon as I’m done. That is, so long as you don’t have any other wounds I don’t know about, any pain elsewhere?” He said as he focused on the wound he could see.

"huh? oh--" right, she'd forgotten how fussed humans tended to be about nudity. soldiers, she'd noticed, tended to be less fussed than the rest. something to do with being in such close quarters so often, much like what she'd grown up with, albeit there tended to be less women amongst the ranks. regular humans though? well, they tended to get much more awkward about it all. except, perhaps, the orlesians. but then, the orlesians tended to oversexualise it all, so really was that much better? " right, sorry about that. i forget how bashful most humans are about bodies. it's not really that much of a big deal in my clan. " she could feel that strange tingling sensation as his magic tugged at the wound, pulling it closed bit by bit. his question did, however, give her pause. did she have any other injuries? " not that i can think of. i mean, i do have other injuries, but i took care of most of them in the field. some quick stitches and such. some minor cuts and scrapes. i just missed that one. "

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current progress: 

7 / 25 threads done. 18 more to go. plus all the asks

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musamulta​:

A soft, breathy laugh left Marie at the words, smiling some. “Something tells me that the both of us do far better in a forest than anywhere else.” They certainly weren’t the same, but she had that feeling that the two of them were similar enough. 

"something tells me you would be correct, arani," the dalish woman laughed, reaching back to fidget with her braids. "it's hard to feel comfortable around so many.... " humans? perhaps a poor choice of words in this instance, "people. and responsibilities. you know what? i think i remember seeing our leather stores were low. i think it's high time a hunting trip was arranged. don't you?"

it was too late. she was already grabbing a courier to inform josephine on the way to the stables.

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widogastswebofwords​:

@anchoredheroes​​ ❤️ for a starter from Caleb

Somewhere there was a cool breeze, somewhere there was blessed shade. Somewhere, Caleb was almost certain, there was snow– not that he could imagine it now, of course. That place was not here.

“You said your scouts found this place?”

Sand crunched beneath their boots. And his teeth. And it poured from his ears. It worked its way into his hair and beneath his nails and every other unspeakable place it could find. The sweat certainly didn’t help. Sweat-soaked skin stuck his tunic to ever crease and fold of his body. Even the books beneath his armpits sagged under the draconian heat. Outside on the temple steps his tattered cloak lay in a heap with his scarf and staff. Part of him wished to join them. Ok, perhaps a rather large part. With everyone else circled around the oasis pool, gathered beneath the verdant palm fronds and bright blue water lapping about their ankles, it was rather bleak to wander the desolate room alone. Or.. nearly so. Behind him he could hear Asha’s feet shuffling over dusty stone.

How her feet did not scald in the scorching sand, he couldn’t say. But he expected that even she might welcome the brief respite of the pool outside. No matter how delightful the sound, he also knew that she wouldn’t leave him to wander alone. Her sharp eyes followed him when she thought he wasn’t looking. They were keen, glittering brighter than the crystalline oasis spring in which their companions damn near frolicked. They were watchful. So here she was, only half investigating the single room while shadowing his steps.

But whatever she thought, there were secrets here worth knowing. It was the accessing of them that troubled him.

Long carved lines with great arcing circles and a number of pitted structures that resembled flowers covered the walls. Bandaged palms edged across swirling patterns carved in the blackened stone. Not the stuff from local quarries, limestone or sandstone he suspected, but something else entirely. Where they sourced the stone from was of little interest to him, but the implications of their ability to transport something of this magnitude– across miles of desert no less. Or even more enticing– from miles below. But then why make only a single heptagonal room? And why abandon it? A faceted sable eye half buried amidst the dunes. Ancient Imperium, perhaps?

The heat and impotent study was beginning to wear on him. With a sigh, he untied the canteen from his waist and took a long drink. 

“Here, catch.”

Relinquishing the bottle to his nosy companion, he leaned back against the wall. But just as soon as he’d done so, he leapt from the surface as if it had burned him. With wide eyes, he turned back to the wall but found nothing. Had he imagined it? Glancing down at Frumpkin who had been laying quite peacefully near his feet, his head at raised from his paws to look intently at the stonework. No, not his imagination then. Brows furrowed, he leaned close again with his hand out to the Inquisitor in a quieting motion.

“It was only for a moment, but–” he inched closer to the wall. “I could have sworn it was, uhm…” There. Again, little more than a vibration beneath his fingertips but undoubtedly there.

“Singing.”

With a grin that could cut glass, he set to work. When he stepped away it was gone once more. Step forward, and the barest hint of a half finished tune was rumbling through the stone. Back, and it was gone. Caleb frantically emptied his pockets and belt. Stepping forward– nothing. Something he wore then? He picked up each item and held it towards the wall.

“Na bitte, meine Sängerin…” A flask of blue lyrium. Now free from it’s pouch the song was nearly audible, almost a whisper on their skin, and the liquid inside rippled even when he held it still.

the heat had never been her friend.

to some, this might seem obvious, with crimson locks and seaglass eyes and skin ever-freckled. were it not for the shade of her skin, she would resemble any other ginger-haired woman, burning under a merciless sun. others might take a look at her skin, bearing a similar shade to the sand of the hissing wastes, and decide it meant she was meant for these temperatures. regardless of opinion, ashawen herself was not too fond of the heat. she'd left her armour behind at the camp -- a poor choice, perhaps, as she had no idea what threats they would face but the midday temperature had proven to be unbearable. rather than her standard tunic and breeches, she found herself in long loose layers, with only her arm and leg wraps sticking close to her skin.

what she wouldn't have given to join her companions in that crystalline oasis. alas, the ander mage beside her was keen to wander and explore this strange temple they found themselves in, both alike and unalike the elven one found weeks earlier, solasan. she was ever so thankful for a lifetime's worth of callouses; as it was, the scorching stone and sand only stung a little beneath her feet. later, she was sure, she'd need to apply a balm to soothe the more irritated spots. yes, she certainly longed to join her companions in the beautiful waters. yearned for it. but caleb... he was an enigma. a puzzle to be solved. both like and unlike the other mages that had joined them at redcliffe, and he intrigued her. besides, powerful he may have been... but sturdy? she doubted it. man was purely vertical. as thin was one of her arrows, and much more fragile. " yes, but i'm not sure how a place like this could have ever been lost. "

it was strange. she would have expected more elven writing along the walls. or, really, anywhere. admittedly, she wasn't particularly literate in the language, she did have a bare-bones understanding of it, more than what she'd initially had of the king's tongue. despite the heat, a shiver rippled through her. this place... it felt strange. as old as solasan, or perhaps even older. would they find spirits here? demons? the anchor remained deceptively calm; her nerves burned up past her elbow, and it ached, but it was nothing outside of the normal. still, the dalish woman drew her bow nonetheless, arrow held against flexible wood in preparation for whatever threat might draw near. her ears twitched as her foot caught a loose stone, skittering it across the ground.

she had just enough warning to quickly switch bow and arrow into one hand, nearly fumbling the catch with a curt elven swear. she maintained her shreds of dignity, albeit barely as she caught the strap, and sighed, tucking bow over her arm and putting arrow away so that she may take a drink. she had not realised how thirsty she'd gotten, and the semi-cool water feels wonderful on her parched throat. she was about to throw it back to him with a word of thanks when-- he reacted sharply, and her hand goes to her blades ( blades quicker, threat immediate, can't draw bow, hands occupied, where is threat? ) but... no. she didn't hear an enemy. instead, he stepped closer to the wall once more and ashawen frowned, walking closer to stand by his side.

"singing? in the walls?" he seemed pleased but... in their line of work, singing wasn't exactly a great sign. singing, in their line of work, typically meant lyrium. of the blue or red variety. "caleb, i'd be careful..." but then again, lyrium was a little bit different for a mage, wasn't it? so she resigned herself to watch with a sigh, even as curiosity burned barely hidden beneath the surface.

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“It’s nothing, really,” he insisted, waving off her compliments even as his eyes followed her across the room. Did elven ears always dance when their feet were otherwise occupied? A smile flickered through that rosy visage for her wonderment. His little bird rustled in her palms, and its song continued.

It was… sweet. Amazement at such a simple spectacle, like it was the first time she’d ever seen magic up close. According to her, it was– at least of this sort. No flashy explosions or twirling staves, just a bit of hedge magic. Warmth bloomed in his chest to match that which was fading from his cheeks, and it bubbled up to hold that little smile in place.

Until she set his enchantment back on the table and extended her hand to him.

From the table, Frumpkin’s tail swished lazily. Caleb could almost imagine his feline friend laughing at his predicament.

“Oh- no, no I’m–” he stumbled over the words, and should he try to uproot his feet he was sure they would follow. With a breath, he steadied the heart threatening to beat from his chest. “It has been a very long time. I am… out of practice.”

she could sit there and stare at the little marvel for hours, if given the chance. she'd seen magic before, of course she had. the more explosive spells of fire and ice, lightning and spirit. she'd seen her hahrens transform into any manner of creatures, seen healers stitch grievous wounds together... even the more practical spells to help them in their travels. but magic always had a purpose. a practical purpose. not something such as this, light and mirthful and purely out of enjoyment.

sure, one could argue that this little fragile bird served a practical purpose as well. its purpose was to sing a melody for her, so that she may properly learn to dance. yet, were she to bring such an arguement to the hahrens of her clan, it would be dismissed as frivolous. as frivolous as her childhood claims of the singing veil. as strange as the way she weaved through invisible crowds as she walked. not at all the same.

he stumbled over his words, and the flush across her cheeks deepened; she had, rather catastrophically, misread his intention as it would seem. he had in fact not intended to dance with her, and she's surprised by the slight disappointment in her chest at that knowledge but -- well. her hand was already outstretched. she had already made the offer. whether he had intended on it or not, she was not going to back down now. she was no coward. " well then, we'd make quite the pair, wouldn't we? you are out of practice, and i walk like a newborn halla," a joke, one she hoped would break the tension, " even out of practice, i'm sure you'll.... uh... pirrouette circles around me. is that the right word? i don't even know.” she took nervous breath, reaching back to plait her hair. put it up, safer that way. her voice is gentler when she asks again, seaglass eyes earnest, “please dance with me, caleb?”

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steeledhearts​:

@anchoredheroes​ asked: ❝ i know this is gonna make me sound like a baby but thunderstorms really freak me out, can i hang out with you until it gets quiet again? ❞ ( for Josette maybe? ) it had been a rare moment of quiet in the medical wing of skyhold and josette was taking full advantage of it. the mage had been cleaning and organizing the various potions and salves when the familiar footfall of the inquisitor reached her ears. she smiled sympathetically, but not with pity, at asha’s request. “of course you can, inquisitor. and you don’t sound like a baby, at least not to me. i’ve known many people who feared thunderstorms, all of different ages. does busying yourself help distract you or would you rather sit quietly until it passes?”

asha was not a woman to admit to weakness. she was the one to care for people. to be strong atop the pedestal they'd placed her on. to feign indifference to it all and deny those that might argue otherwise. yet... she'd seen the storm clouds. had known and monitored its approach, yet the thunder rumbled and the lightning cracked and she'd found herself trembling like one of those strange little orlesian dogs.  this was how she found herself taking refuge in the medical wing, flinching as her ears twitch and catch another crack of lightning. she was thankful for the woman's compassion, and trembling fingers reach back to tie flaming tresses into a quick braid. " you'd think i'd be over it by now but, well, " she gestured helplessly to the branching, twisting scars up her right arm. a beautiful feathery pattern of lightning. " and-- if i sit quietly, i'm going to overthink, and sit in wait for the next strike. busying myself sounds better but -- maybe nothing fragile? i can't promise i won't drop it. "

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widogastswebofwords​:

Her stumbling drew him forward on little more than instinct, his hands out to catch hers before she could hit the floor. No amount of bluster or nonchalance would fool her bruised palms.

“Ja, um…” Heat rose to his cheeks even as he shook his hands away. Standing back once more, he looked towards Solas’ desk. Frumpkin was loafing quite contentedly on it’s surface. Awkwardness had crept into the conversation faster than he’d expected, and his feet urged him to walk quickly from the room and never look back, but he could still save this interaction. He came down here with more purpose than to humble her.

“I might have something to help with that.”

Instead of carrying him out the front door, his feet instead strode toward the desk that was helpfully pushed into one corner– presumably so as not to obstruct the dance floor. He plucked a sheet of blank parchment from its surface. He could forgive one missing sheet, surely. Their Lady Josephine could have more returned before he even noticed it was gone. Bright embers flickered off his fingertips as they delicately folded the parchment into the shape of a bird. Setting it down beside Frumpkin, he lifted those same glittering fingers to his lips and blew a single, warbling note. An orange glow shifted across the paper bird, the tips of its wings twitching like it might take flight. And when it opened its beak, and an old Ander waltz began to play.

she was more than thankful for his quick reaction, cheeks betraying her sudden bashfulness with its rosy hue, spreading up to her ears and down her throat. how embarrassing, to be caught ( quite literally, as her hands had found purchase against his pecs, bracing before being released ) in such a state. then again, it was not her worst fall -- a fall was, after all, how she'd earned her title as inquisitor, in a manner of speaking.

regardless, she watches him with interest as he pulls away, cheeks matching her own, and she wonders what, exactly, he has planned. his feet carry him to the desk, to a blank parchment and her confusion is clear on her face. confusion, until it shifts to childlike wonder as his paper bird begins to sing. she's.... never seen magic quite like this before, and she's quick ( or as quick as she can be, in such precarious heels ) to make her way over to the dainty little songbird, lifting it up in her hands to gaze at it properly as it sings, ears twitching with the melody. she's very gentle as she sets it back down, turning to look at him once more in wonderment, a bright smile tugging at her lips. " that's... i've never seen magic like that before. it's amazing! " and in that moment, all the bruises and scrapes have been worth it, for such a small piece of magic.

but he'd cast the spell for a purpose, and his intent with the melody was clear. she supposes it makes sense -- what good is learning to dance if it is without a partner? and in these heels, she's at least... a little bit closer to meeting his height. damned humans. " well, " she begins, teeth worrying at her lips anxiously as she offers her hand, " shall we? i-- i will pre-emptively apologise for the damage i'm about to do to your feet." it's a good thing there were plenty of mages around to help with that.