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Soft Touch

Trying my hand at some actions here! Let's have some tender moments, huh? Some of these could be construed as a little... risqué. Add reverse to flip sender and receiver!

[trail] for sender to run their fingertip along receiver's jaw.

[tilt] for sender to gently tilt receiver's chin up.

[tuck] for sender to tuck a strand of hair behind receiver's ear.

[cup] for sender to cup receiver's cheek.

[drift] for sender to let their hand trail from receiver's shoulder to their lower back.

[hold] for sender to slide their hand into receiver's.

[thumb] for sender to wipe away receiver's tear with their thumb.

[scratch] for sender to slowly run their fingernail down receiver's spine.

[trace] for sender to run their fingertips over the bones in receiver's hand.

[grip] for sender to wrap an arm around receiver's waist.

[nuzzle] for sender to tuck their face into the crook of receiver's neck.

[breathe] for sender to trail a thumb over receiver's lower lip.

[rest] for sender to trail a thumb over receiver's eyelids.

[whisper] for sender to trail a fingertip down over receiver's neck.

[gasp] for sender to press their hand against receiver's neck.

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@bloodlaurel || Here

She gave him an innocent look. What? Had she done something wrong? Surely not! She was just making sure he was awake and paying attention to what he was doing. See? A perfectly normal, nice thing to do for someone. She was such a good person.

Ignoring the Dalish comment for the moment, she picked up another from the bowl and made a motion like she might throw it too, but changed direction and popped it into her mouth. She wasn't a peanut person usually but if it was to annoy him, how could she say no?

At that moment, she just wanted to be a bother. Myrna had been absorbed in her book initially, one she'd found on the history of magic in the Divine Age, but she'd started to get antsy after an hour of it. The book was great! Looking for and throwing a peanut at the Inquisitor was just better.

"My mother tried to raise me right. Unfortunately, I was hard of hearing." She was perfectly respectable...when she wanted to be.

"Your glare is not threatening by the way. Keep practicing."

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Send a 💛 + three names and my muse will tell who they would fuck, marry, and kill ( FMK ) …

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Stolen glances, baited breath, ever so slight grazes of the skin, and conversations that do everything to avoid the voracious need to consume will do more for me than blatant flirting will EVERY time.

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marriage of convenience that slowly turns into a love marriage - but both of them believe is one sided is such a delicious trope

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Writing Prompt #3013

"How do you feel?"

"Alive."

"We can fix that."

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{ Reblog if your character has a sweet tooth }

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"I feel so normal about him" well I dont. move

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Do I look like the kind of woman who dies?

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May the Dread Wolf take you

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i love the idea of Cole meeting Manfred, but can you IMAGINE Spite's reaction to Cole. Cole who has become his own person in his own body, meanwhile Spite is just staring at Lucanis like

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PROMPTS FOR ASSERTIVE ACCUSATIONS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you knew about this!

you knew this was going to happen, and you never told me!

how could you hide something like this?

you told me we were in this 'til the end.

i never should have trusted you.

now i look like the fool.

this wasn't supposed to happen!

don't bullshit me! how long have you known about this?

i opened myself up to you, and you lied to me!

you used me? all this time?

so that was a lie?

you told me you never saw what happened!

i'm so stupid for believing you.

what else are you hiding from me?

i don't want your excuses! i just want the truth.

why did you keep me in the dark for so long?

who else knows? does everyone know but me?

when were you going to break the news? let me in on your little secret?

all this time, i could've been doing something else.

you led me on.

you lied straight to my face.

you should feel sorry.

i don't want your apologies. they mean nothing to me.

they were all right about you.

they warned me about you, and i ignored them.

i didn't ask to be made fun of!

so what am i? the butt of the joke?

have you been laughing behind my back the whole time?

you're breaking my heart.

i thought you were the one for me.

i poured my whole life out for you, and this is what i get in return?

i never gave up on you. never!

you could have saved them!

all you care about is yourself!

i'm never going to forgive you for what you've done.

this is the worst day of my life.

this is all your fault! you did this!

just say you never cared and be done with it.

i never want to see your face again.

you two deserve each other.

you could have told me before. i would have listened.

if you'd just been honest with me this whole time...

i gave you so many opportunities to tell me the truth.

did you ever tell me the truth, or were they all lies?

you know what i've been through, and you didn't care.

look at me when i'm talking to you!

i wish we'd never met.

meeting you was the worst mistake i've ever made.

don't come around here ever again. do you understand?

everything is ruined, and it's all your fault!

show me. show me what you're hiding!

it wasn't lost. you had it all along and never told me.

why did you never tell me your real name?

this was a mistake.

you look like an idiot.

no more second chances. we're done here.

get out of my sight.

i really thought you were different.

you were a total waste of time.

you could have called me!

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❉ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

I don’t even have it in me to hate you anymore. 

You never truly cared, haven’t you? 

You’re a fucking liar. A. Fucking. Liar.

The saddest part is that I’d always let you break my heart.

They were smiling. All the time, they were smiling.

You gave me back my life but I didn’t ask for it. 

Don’t let go, okay? 

I loved you once.

I want to disappear.

I think I’ve always been lonelier than I could ever put into words.

You promised. You fucking promised.

I’ve done nothing but break my promises to you.

Do you know how tough it’s been, living like that?

You left me with such a heavy burden.

Don’t look at me.

You shouldn’t see my face like this. It’d do nothing but scare you.

I have not grieved nor have I mourned. I cannot… Not yet.

The moment I let go of your hand, I realized the magnitude of what I had lost.

Love makes humans petty and cruel. It drives them to sacrifice all they have.

You have blood on your hands.

Hey… stay awake, you hear me? Hey!

I guess this is goodbye.

All of this really meant nothing to you? 

I should have known, huh. 

At least this loneliness feels familiar. 

This scent… oh, that takes me back. I feel sick. 

They’re gone? What do you mean? 

I hope you choke on your cruelty. 

I just wanted to be loved.

Didn’t they tell you? 

Run.

Do you think we’ll see tomorrow?

Your so-called love was nothing but poison the whole time.

This hurts worse than I expected. 

Isn’t this a bit too much blood? 

I’m so fucking broken.

Fix me? Don’t make me laugh.

feel free to use them for your writing as you please! no need to tag me, the only thing i kindly ask for is a reblog or a link back to this post, so someone else also has a chance to find some inspiration within these prompts! ty ♡

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come play blorbos with me

we can do tghis. our touy

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"There's nothing wrong with a healthy dose of paranoia..." He didn't need to apologize for it. Solas had a point; it could be dangerous to be too open with what she found. It could get her or someone else hurt if she were not careful, and being the Inquisitor, the last thing she needed was to give fodder to their enemies on a silver platter. "You're right to caution me against it. I should be more careful."

That didn't mean it would be easy.

She didn't need to go spilling secrets to the nearest Chantry sister or to Brialla, for example. No, he was right, some things needed to be kept for themselves. Or give it to Leliana or Josephine to deal with as they saw fit; that's what they were there for.

However, if it was something that could help her people or help the Inquisition to some extent, how could she, in good conscience, keep it for herself? She couldn't be greedy with it if it could help people. Advancements were advancements in culture, science, and magic...

His next words were comforting, an assurance that her attention span was not an issue to her gods. It felt strange that someone who wasn't Dalish would be the one to ease a worry.

"Ugh, time. Something I so rarely see these days..."

The remark does not surprise him as he flickers his gaze around the room. It was indulgence and protection as well as ensuring the information was protected from the shadows of his People and all others that would destroy it for holding an opinion not aligned with their own.

"This library excluded." He parrots, smile wane.

"What if by aiding those in need, you have armed-" Solas cuts himself off, catching the debate before it is fully expressed. "I apologize, I should not encourage the thoughts of assuming that at any point, one's allies may become enemies. It would not allow any to support another if we thought like that." And yet, part of him did, expressly so.

Glancing over, a brow lifts at her remark. "I would think he would be more favorable to the matter of trying over the distractions. One should always remember, he had time to indulge in subjects. What you or I would consider a week of research in our lives, he could allow years to pass for the same. It is much harder to invest in years when time is not on our side."

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Cole neatly folded the shirt and tucked it into his pack, quickly following after Solas once he was ready to continue. The cafe was peaceful. Despite the number of patrons, it was still quiet, people either respectful or secretive in their volume. The bookclub was the most interesting of them all. Quiet but excited chatter about what happened next in the story floated over to them and he ducked his head to smile.

Solas chose well.

But that was a shame. Sometimes it was nice getting to hear their secrets and the many memories they had stored away after months or years. The older the thing, the more that could be said or felt. The stones in Skyhold were chatty, for example, centuries upon centuries of history to share with him and anyone who would listen. Its voice was old and whithered, but strong.

His gaze flicked back to Solas at his explanation. It made sense. Magic had a life of its own; it was just as much of an emotional expression as it was a command. He happily took the offered emotions and impressions. It was nice getting to hear and feel something more intentional rather than the usual ambient noise around him.

"The artifacts are...lost." The longing for a home and time than no longer existed left them drifting, purposeless until someone found them, but even then, that someone had to know what to do with them to fill that aching void.

"A way of phrasing. Nothing more. I am glad to hear it nonetheless."

Recalling the item over his arm, Solas turns when he hears Cole packing the other one away. He offers the shirt up, feeling slightly like he may have held it hostage, even if he knows better. It was Cole's after all.

"Not as you do. No." Pausing to take in the little space of the cafe, not a restaurant he notes, he seeks out a seat for the two of them. Settling into a spot closer to a corner, he leaves the chair directly tucked into the corner open for Cole. He would rather the other have a full view of the place around them, then have him uncomfortable that his back was exposed to the others here.

It was enough to have their conversations float over them, soft, hushed while a woman closer to the entrance laughs with more force than needed, clearly trying to show the man she is with that she is interested in him. Another three, bent over their drinks and a plate of small treats, worked over a book like they may intend to dissect it.

"It is more...if it still holds magic, that it does in a way..." For once, he finds it difficult to explain. So, instead, he hopes Cole may take from his thoughts, memories of an artifact that would sing with the familiar ache of missing home. Or how a magic ring would sound chipper as a child gleeful to come along with their friends. Even his staff, when he had it, would feel like a steady mount, ready to be used and eager to claw itself against the veil to summon magic.

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This is exactly how that convo went