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[softersinned-arc]

@hismettle said: ❝ it’s okay— you can touch it if you want. doesn’t hurt anymore. ❞ from garrett

"You're a remarkably good sport about it." Her lips twitch upward and she extends both her hands to catch his, turning it palm-down so she can take a look at the bloodied knuckles there. "I'm guessing bar fights aren't entirely out of the norm, then?"

In another town she'd offer to heal it. It's a wonder just how much she can get away with—batted eyelashes here and a well-told lie there and she's all too often escaping any unwelcome attention to her behavior, or the few brief bursts of magic she can muster. But she's learned that fucking around in Kirkwall is typically a bad idea: quiet observation of the city has made it clear that the Templars here rather enjoy the power they hold over mages, and that apostates are treated with a particular cold that she doesn't remember in Ferelden.

Lowlanders, she thinks derisively. It's enough to make her wish she stayed in the Frostbacks, sometimes. Astoria withdraws a handkerchief from one of the pockets of her coat and dabs gently at the blood dripping down his fingers, trying not to reopen any of the healing wound or cause unnecessary pain, more than a bit unnerved by the sheer amount of blood that no one seems to mind drying on the floor and tables of the Hanged Man.

"I'm wondering if you can help me." She releases his hand when she's cleaned up what she can, and she leans forward with a conspiratorial grin. "I'm not from around here." Not that she's bothering to try and hide it; her style is distinctly Fereldan, and her accent is identifiable enough as Avvar, should one know of them. "In fact, I'm here as a favor to my father, on behalf of the City of Amaranthine. And I could use a guide. Or a guard. Perhaps both. And when I asked around in Hightown, anyone who answered me did so very quietly, and I heard your name quite a bit. Any chance you're looking for a bit of extra gold?"

And her grin widens, bares perhaps too many teeth, as if to give the impression that guarding her won't be a particularly easy job.

[chaotiicgoods]

@hismettle​ said: here, take my jacket. it's freezing. ( for allys from garrett ) WILL THEY, WON’T THEY RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

Garret is right; it’s freezing. Their journey has just started, though. They won’t reach Kirkwall anytime soon. As long as everyone arrives SAFE, though, Allys won’t complain too much. She just wants everyone to be at ease. She’s even pressuring herself of doing so; that’s what Leandra wants from her. She feels it in her bones.

“Thanks, brother, but what about you ?” she asks, offering him a warm smile. “You can keep your jacket. I’ll be fine.” 

[daughterofhighever-blog]

❛   we’re more ghosts than people.  ❜  

Elissa fiddled with the rim of her cup while she contemplated what her fellow Warden had just said for a moment. Bracing one boot on the edge of the table, she pushed back, tilting and balancing her chair on its back legs.

"True enough, I suppose. Though there are worse things to be."

[xacrossxthexuniversex]

m/m 13 from garrett

13 M/M

Breathless whimpers and moans escaped the young boy as he felt the other man's wet muscle slide from the tip of his dick all the way to his hole between his meaty and bubbly cheeks. Garrett had been a prisoner in his family's dungeons after being caught trying to attack some of the other high ranking individuals. But Toby's curiosity had led him to the dungeons. Which soon? Landed him in the cell...On his hands and knees like some harlet. Breathless whines and whimpers escaped the young man's plush lips as he arched back into the other man's face. "F-Fuck...Please...Need more..." Toby whined and begged with pure need and desire.

[auburniivenus-archive2]

[SPLASH]

[SPLASH]  - sender surprises receiver by splashing them from the pool/ocean

━━━━━━━✾✾✾    On    a    resplendent    summer    afternoon,    wherein    sun    beams    down    upon    the    planet,    assembling    a    kaleidoscope    of    colors    as    it    reflects    off    the    ocean’s    surface,    she    finds    herself    standing    at    the    shore’s    perimeter.    Lazuline    spirals    tenderly    caress    her    feet,    persuading    her    to    wade    deeper    into    its    unperturbed    embrace.    Sea    breeze    whispers    sweet    nothings    in    her    ears,    as    the    symphony    of    crashing    waves    &    seagulls’    laughter    serves    as    a    splendid    setting    for    her    coastal    sojourn.

She    marvels    at    the    immense    continuum    of    azure    before    her    &    persists    blissfully    unaware    of    the    mischievous    plot    being    concocted    by    her    companion.    Camouflaged    in    the    shadows,    he    weaves    his    hex,    clandestinely    summoning    the    very    ocean’s    essence.    Saltwater    surrenders    to    his    caprices,    contorting    &    twisting,    ascending    to    form    a    monumental,    undulating    wave.    In    a    moment    that    seems    to    lengthen    for    eternity,    gargantuan    wave    towers    over    her,    heaving    its    shadow    on    the    unsuspecting    maiden.    Yet,    just    as    the    ocean’s    wrath    prepares    to    unleash    itself    upon    her,    it    halts    in    mid-air,    sailing    like    a    curious    cloud.    A    split    second    later,    the    watery    behemoth    descends    upon    her,    drenching    Orihime    from    head    to    toe    in    a    deluge    of    saltwater    &    laughter.    

Inoue,    caught    off    guard,    stands    dampened,    flabbergasted    by    the    impact    of    the    tidal    surprise.    Her    ivory    garments    cling    to    her    frame    like    a    second    dermis,    painting    a    whimsical    portrait    of    a    water    nymph.    Faltering    and    blinking    away    the    droplets    that    stubbornly    cling    to    her    eyelashes,    peers    around    in    search    of    the    mastermind    behind    this    impish    adventure.   

Caramel    hues    land    upon    him,    whose    laughter    dances    upon    the    current    like    the    playful    notes    of    a    flute.    The    sight    of    her    soaking    form    proves    to    be    a    charming    mirth’s    source,    as    his    optics    twinkle    with    the    pridefulness    of    a    prank    well-executed.    ❝    Very    humorous,    very    comic    indeed!    Will    you    give    me    your    clothes?    ❞    Hailing    her    grandeur,    damsel    decides    to    embrace    the    unforeseen    turn    of    events.    With    a    swan’s    monarchical    elegance,    she    parades    towards    the    ocean,    her    laughter    joining    his    in    a    resplendent    duet. @hismettle