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i will leave with some of my men. wait until you have word from us. we shall get aelfwynn out of the fortress, then you can attack.

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I was a dog and he held the leash —The Pagan Lord by Bernard Cornwell

alfred x uhtred + biblical love by flower face, part 1

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#F4RGD independent original character written by roo. ( 32. she / her ). private and selective. modern and fantasy verses not limited to bg3, dragon age, medieval settings etc. currently back from a long hiatus so be patient with me whilst i find my tootsies again.

heavily affiliated with : @crosaidi mains : @deathswcrn @cragsnow

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I was gonna come back and then I accidentally deleted my pinned post. Maybe this is my sign to disappear again 😭

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babygirl 🤏

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I'm trrrrrrrying to come back

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#repost @alexander.dreymon

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He's a little clingy and he knows it, especially at night time no matter the weather. If it was cold he'd be wrapped around Paerin as if his life depended on it, if it's hot he usually has an arm and half his body cuddling him still. Sleeps never come particularly easy for him and just touching the warden seems to make that a little easier.

Except tonight he can't even lay his damn over his because Paerin's tossing and turning and then shoving him. Aksel groans into the makeshift pillow and pulls his arms away. " Have I mentioned how dramatic you are? " He grumbles and lifts his head to watch him sprawl out on the blanket.

" There is no fucking river. " He copied Paerin, lips pursed tightly together trying not to laugh. Though the more he watched him struggle the hotter it was making him feel and suddenly he was feeling clammy and hot. " Gods, it's contagious. " Lifting his legs, Aksel kicked the covers from himself shoving the blankets out of the way. He grunts and rolls onto his front but casts his gaze back to Paerin and he sees the apologetic look and sighs. " Where is your water? Did you drink it all? You were supposed to sip it. "

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!” @f4rgd / shit i've said to my cat

With  a  laugh,  he  groans  and  shoves  at  him  again.  "  Aye,  that’s  th’bloody  problem,  "  and  he  wriggles  himself  free  and  sprawls  on  his  blanket,  arms  loose, lifting his arms to scrub fingers through sweat-damp hair before he pushes himself up on his elbows.  "  It’s  fuckin’  hot  and  yer  a  fuckin’  furnace,  I’m  dyin’.  "  

It’s  nighttime,  and  he’s  never  suffered  heat  well  — he  likes  the  cold,  the  snow.  But  these  last  couple  days  have  been  miserable,  and  even  once  the  sun  goes  down?  Fuck,  it’s  just  dark  and  sweltering.  "  How  d’people  live  like  this?  I’m  goin’  to  go  sleep  in  th’fuckin’  river.  Wait,  there’s  no  fuckin’  river  because  we’re  in  the  fuckin’  desert.  "  

He  does,  however,  give  him  a  look,  and  that’s  apologetic.  "  I  want  to.  Fuck,  I  want  to.  I’m  just.  So  fuckin’  hot  I  may  die.  "

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For the majority of the boat ride Aksel keeps his gaze on Paerin even if he tries to be discreet about it. His eyes wander whilst he does his best to keep his head locked in place. They've been together long enough to know one another inside out, he can tell when the warden has tensed up and even a little fearful but he doesn't point it out - doesn't want to make a big deal out of it. Sometimes that makes it worse.

When he asks him about his jelly legs it's a light joke but his way of checking in. A small smile appears on his lips and he reaches for him to give his forearm a gentle squeeze as if to say he knows. " Fuck the fade. " His lips curl into a smirk as he looks back to Paerin. " When we go home you should get that tattooed, preferably on your lower back so I can you know... fuck the fade. "

Aksel's not far behind them when they reach the next eluvian and then he's relived when the forest appears in front of them. " I know where we have to go so we can go straight there unless you need the camp? they might have some more pie or something to get rid of this gas. " He hit his stomach lightly with his fist like it's going to help get rid of the bloating but it does nothing, only a gasp of air leaves him. " Lets go. "

He takes the path that avoids the camp, maybe in part because they're late and he'd rather not see the disappointed faces of the veil jumpers as they make their way through. There's a good ten minutes of walking through old ruins and buildings, following the water and then the waterfalls before he recognises the spot that had been described to him - the one where one of the veil jumpers had been seen. " A- ha! One of them should be - " He looked to the direction of one of the veil jumper's voices and squinted. " Of course there are more fucking relics. We should have brought Bellara. "

These  boats  are  terrible.  He’s  fairly  certain  that  it’s  all  Fade  nonsense  — that  it  doesn’t  really  matter,  that  even  if  he  fell  off  he’d  somehow  find  himself  back  in  the  boat.  But  it  doesn’t  change  the  raw  fear  of  it  all  — he’s  uncomfortable  with  heights  in  the  best  of  times,  and  everything  about  this  seems  manufactured  to  be  the  worst  of  it  all.  Crumbling  rock,  holes  in  the  world,  fragile  bridges,  islands  hanging  in  the  voids  ——

The  light  little  thump  as  the  boat  docks  makes  him  grit  his  teeth,  and  he  has  to  positively  pry  himself  off  the  sides  with  a  force  of  will  he’s  exercised  too  often  in  these  recent  days.  And  then,  shaking  a  little,  he  carefully  —— carefully  —— steps  out,  bracing  one  hand  on  the  rock  and  stepping  off  with  one  leg  and  not  letting  go  until  he’s  certain  his  footing  is  sound.  It’s  only  then  that  he  can  send  a  squint  back  to  Aksel.  

"  No,  "  he  grouses,  grumpily,  sulking  a  little.  "  I’m  fuckin’  not.  "  He  is,  though:  he  manages  to  get  his  feet  back  under  him,  and  he  just  announces,  broadly,  "  Fuck  the  Fade,  "  with  a  kind  of  bluntness  that’s  almost  comical  if  he  didn’t  mean  every  word.  Of  course,  before  all  this,  the  last  time  he  was  in  the  Fade  involved  every  fear  and  insecurity  of  his  getting  pulled  out  and  laid  naked,  so  he  may  be  a  little  biased  in  giving  it  many  chances.  

At  least  the  trip  to  the  next  eluvian  is  short,  and  making  their  way  through  it  is  a  little  easier  since  it’s  moving  back  into  the  material  realm,  and  he  can  take  a  deep  breath  of  forest  air,  and  that  relaxes  him  considerably.  "  Where  we  goin’?  Th'camp first? "  

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use this generator to create headcanons for your muse. post 5 to 10 results you agree with!

aksel believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover.

aksel has a pet dog.

aksel is very willing to eat inedible things.

aksel sings in the shower.

aksel does not know what sleep is.

aksel was dropped out of a window as a child.

aksel will go feral. Watch out.

aksel can't sit in a chair properly.

aksel has a sword under their bed.

aksel is not allowed to drink energy drinks.

aksel is smart, but also very stupid.

tagged by: @crosaidi( t<33 ) tagging: @tamedstray @chaos--mode @valdorin @ofandrastes @deathswcrn

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Jonathan Bailey as Fiyero Tigelaar in Wicked (Part One)

Gifs 3/?

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gonna turn this into a dual blog to make life easier and revive back into my writing. might take me a few days but we move.

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can't tell wherever I should bother fixing my shit here or just leaveeeeee.

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It's not a feeling he'd ever thought he'd experience really. His upbringing had been rough and in the end he'd just developed a tendency to sleep around, to remain unattached and cope by himself. It's what he'd started to do here too, but he'd always caught himself looking in Paerin's direction whilst trying to deny it to himself. But he'd also caved quickly, it hadn't taken much for him to convince himself that he was worth the risk.

Love hadn't been something he'd thought was on the cards but it had crept up on him quickly. He'd known he loved him but saying it out loud before the warden was ready to say it felt dangerous. He didn't want to mess this up, he really didn't want to mess this up. " No not at all. Nerves of steel. " A small smile rest on his lips as he leaned in to steal another quick kiss.

" Mhmm, I do love being screwed. " Aksel's trying not to laugh as he presses his lips together and moves a little closer so he's pressing against Paerin's side. " Oh love through being screwed? I heard you wrong. My mistake. " He teases him as his fingers drop to his partners chest tracing circles against his skin through the hairs there. " Never thought I would say this might have been the best thing to ever happen to me but I met you so I guess it is. " There isn't exactly a list of moments and memories he remembers but if there was this would be at the top of it. " Just... do me a favour and try not to die? since I am a little attached to you now. That is all I ask. "

It’s  strange,  in  some  ways.  He’s  not  ——  scared  of  commitment,  per  se,  but  he’s  not  been  eager  to  jump  into  it,  either.  Commitment  is  for  people  who  don’t  have  their  kind  of  baggage  — who  aren’t  trying  to  save  the  world,  who  aren’t  heroes  (  even  if  he’d  scoff  at  himself  being  labeled  thus  ),  who  weren’t  given  the  promise  of  an  early  death  at  the  bottom  of  a  chalice.  They  are  beings  who  are  supposed  to  scrape  the  top  of  that  world,  getting  satisfaction  where  they  can,  moving  on  when  it  proves  unsustainable.  

But  for  the  first  time  in  all  his  years,  he  feels  that  little  wiggling  promise  of  wanting  more.  He  wants  — this.  He  wants  him.  He  wants  the  late  nights  and  early  mornings  and  tangled  limbs  and  petty  overtired  arguments.  He  wants  the  shared  blankets,  the  warm  weight  of  skin  on  skin,  he  wants  every  night  spent  wrapped  up  in  one  another  and  every  morning  the  same.  And  so  the  admission  comes  easy.  He’s  not  scared  of  it.  He’s  not  even  afraid  of  it  not  being  returned.  It’s  just  — plain  as  anything  he’s  ever  felt,  and  has  felt  for  awhile.  

"  En’t  nervous,  "  he  protests,  but  it’s  with  a  little  smile  admitting  the  opposite,  and  he  can’t  deny  the  little  flush  of  relief  when  he  returns  it.  He  kisses  him,  then,  returning  the  kiss  with  a  sharp  inhale  and  setting  his  hand  upon  his  cheek,  luring  him  closer.  "  Maybe  that’s  the  best  kind.  Love  through  bein’  screwed  —— Maker,  that  sounds  worse’n  I  intended  it.  "  He  exhales  a  laugh,  then,  more  air  than  sound.  "  Me  too.  More’n  enough  for  me,  too.  Shit,  I  feel  like  all  I’ve  needed  it  you  for  a  long  time.  "

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An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

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If the bloating isn't enough to make his stomach turn then walking through the eluvian is. It twists and he's sure he can feel the pie attempting to make itself known but he continues forward until they're at the docks and then he's stepping onto that damn boat so they can be taken to the next magic mirror that'll lead them to Arlathan Forest. " I miss walking from one place to the other even if it took days. " He's not a fan of the mirrors, never has been, but even more so after he's eaten too much. " But mostly horses. I did not appreciate horses until we no longer had horses. "

In fact he used to hate them and how saddle sore they made him but now.. what he'd give. Once he'd sat himself next to Paerin the boat jolted and started moving and he didn't dare look outside of it - it didn't matter how many times they used these boats they were no less unnerving when there was nothing underneath them. " I can really feel that pie. "

He was quietly hoping there wouldn't be much climbing or running involved but knowing their luck there would be. " With any luck they are not even that far from camp and they are all be overdramatic. " Unlikely. The Veil jumpers were more than capable and if they needed help it must have been bad. The boat came to a stop and Aksel hopped off waiting for Paerin to join him before they went any further. " You good jelly legs? "

"  Murder  weapons  atop  hills,  y’mean,  "  he  angles  casually  as  they  leave.  It’s  funny  now;  it  was  funny  then,  to  be  fair,  and  he  never  really  held  any  ire  or  annoyance  towards  it.  Their  lives  have  ever  been  a  mess  of  circumstance  in  so  many  ways,  and  circumstance  sometimes  means  a  comedy  of  errors.  Better  than  than  otherwise,  and  no  harm  was  done,  and  it  makes  for  a  story.  He’s  had  worse  that  ended  up  with  less.  

He  rolls  his  eyes  with  a  laugh  at  the  comment,  just  saying  wry:  "  I’ll  follow  upwind,  then.  "  He  follows  out  the  door  and  through  the  Eluvian;  the  passage  through  it  always  leaves  him  a  little  disoriented  for  the  first  moment  or  two.  He  doesn’t  like  the  feeling,  and  though  he’s  gotten  more  used  to  it  the  more  they  use  them,  he  can’t  help  the  little  flip  his  stomach  does  nor  the  little  flare  of  nausea  he  has  to  swallow  down  — the  sensation  like  he’s  stepping  through  some  intense  magic  and  through  a  space  that  he  shouldn’t  be.  

It  fades  quickly,  but  he  pulls  a  sour  face  regardless.  "  You  en’t  the  only  one.  Shit.  I’ll  be  happy  when  we  go  places  th’normal  way  an’  not  through  bloody  magic  mirrors.  "  He  huffs,  and  trots  after  Aksel  over  to  the  docks  — another  joy  of  this  place,  trying  to  shove  into  his  mind  the  thought  of  oceans  and  rivers  and  not  endless  voids  below  them.  He  has  to  keep  his  gaze  locked  to  the  floor,  either  way,  and  breathe  through  clenched  teeth,  but  he  makes  it  through  with  a  kind  of  stoic  resolve.  "  I  miss  horses.  Normal  horses.  Horses  that  y’ride  from  one  place  t’th’other  an’  not  terrifyin’  floating  boats.  "

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I'll get to words tomorrow. I'm super run down and can't focus.