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@erebius yall know the drill i even have some things queued over there to go out today :) bringing some drafts and asks with me
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the question is do i move blogs now and just grab my drafts or wait til the drafts are done . . . that may lead to an endless draft cycle . . . blog move may be imminent
#₍ ᵢ ₎ .. › ooc.#switching psds even for the first time in like 2 years#this affects literally nobody btw yall know i dont drop anything when i revamp
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❛❛ we've got a weird bunch. we've literally got a dwarf with magic , y'know ? ❜❜ victor's brows pinch with curiosity , his head tilting in a way almost fond———he can't believe lucanis is still drinking this shit. he really is something. ❛❛ don't worry , if i took you home , everyone would be trippin' over themselves to run away———from both of us. just like normal. ❜❜ HOME, he thinks , and its with a pang in his chest. i have no home anymore. instinctively , a hand reaches for a flask on his belt———but there isn't one. ❛❛ does spite like the coffee ? ❜❜
“ Mierda. ” Corypheus, and a spirit boy? He acts as though this is nothing, which Lucanis doesn't know if he likes or not yet. Despite not liking the coffee much, he takes another drink. It still can keep him awake even if it tastes shitty. “ No, can't say I have. ” He chuckles, setting his mug down again. “ Though, everyone has been taking it better than I imagined when I was in the ossuary. I half - expected to be dead by now. ”
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❛❛ greedy. ❜❜ victor snickers at assan's eagerness , wishing he'd left a scrap or two , but not really bothered by it either way. ❛❛ i was gonna give you ‘em piece by piece , see how good you are at catching. oh well. ❜❜ he reaches forward now to scratch assan’s head between his ears , smile still bright and beaming———despite everything , assan makes victor terribly happy. something has to , anyways. ❛❛ where is your dad , anyways ? surprised he let you get this far out of sight———to the kitchen , of all places. you bein' sneaky , assan ? ❜❜
ears flatten against his skull before his gaze turns to look behind him, eyeing the kitchen doorway. the door is shut, the windows too tall, and a silence settles between them. his crooked ear cocks, listening.
satisfied after an awkward amount of time, assan turns and quickly snatches the scraps into his beak, swallowing them in one gulp. the consequences of this won't be on vic, but davrin will certainly suffer them.
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attempting some semblance of activity thru the pain DSHFJLSHF
#₍ ᵢ ₎ .. › ooc.#hoping i can get quite a few things queued on the multi#tmj is no joke man i cant think
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having a tmj flare up what NEXT
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@turlums . . . " the awful things we do to make our heads feel quiet . "
shaky hand raises to rub over victor's forehead , the cold of his own chilled skin cooling him there. its welcomely grounding. his eyes close , and he sighs. ❛❛ you're tellin' me. ❜❜ softer than his voice usually is , sadder. there is a weight to what he says , here , so heavy it seems to weight down his shoulders. he'll have to tell them all , someday. tell them how many years he's been clean , how fucking difficult its been every day. HOW DIFFICULT IT ESPECIALLY IS NOW. he's going to need their support. actually , he needs it now———but he can't bring himself to say it. ❛❛ i . . . know a thing or two about it , for sure. though sometimes , my head goes quiet all on its own———forces it. don't care for that. its difficult to come back from. ❜❜
that part is easier to talk about. anyways , there's no way his new friends haven't noticed how frequently he stares blankly ahead , how every new piece of bad news seems to make his eyes glaze over , a certain confusion seeping in. would they still like victor as a leader , if they knew what turmoil storms inside him ? his head shakes , as though answering his own question. ❛❛ you ever need help doin' not-awful things to quiet your head , you know where to find me , yeah ? i try to be fun sometimes. that usually helps. ❜❜
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@turlums . . . assan squawks a rather delightful sound, head bobbing excitedly. is he happy to see you... or is he just hungry for your lunch?
whatever the case , victor is utterly delighted , his eyes sparkling with joy with each sound assan makes. he leans down closer , smile cracking wider than it ever has before. ❛❛ hi , sweet baby. you look awful precious , when you do that. ❜❜ he glances sideways at his lunch , and cannot help noticing the conveniently assan-bite-sized scraps he has left. WHAT DAVRIN DOESN'T KNOW WON'T HURT HIM. smile turning to mischief , he grabs a scrap of food to offer up , giggling fondly at the gryphon. ❛❛ i won't tell your dad if you don't , alright ? ❜❜
#₍ ᵢᵥ ₎ .. ic. › dragon age.#q.#when i tell u this is vics roman empire#he grew up on stories abt the wardens and his favorite part was the gryphons#little kid vic finding out they were extinct was his earliest devastation so this is a big moment for him HDSJLFHDS
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its a strange place to meet , even for morrigan. but victor is used to strange by now———strange like gods being real , like his dwarven friend having magic , like him being in charge of something other than spies. so dragging steps carry him through the ruins of dock town to this meeting spot , and he opens his mouth to inquire about the secrecy———but before he can speak , a familiar voice hits his ears , and a wash of relief crashes over him.
its visible , tangible; the way his shoulders droop , eyes closing as he exhales. evie. if nothing else good ever happens to him again , at the very least this may keep him sane. at least he'll have family in this group of mostly-strangers to keep him grounded. A SMILE BREAKS THROUGH HIS SADNESS , and when evie hugs him he squeezes with all the might he has , forcing himself not to lift her right off the ground. ❛❛ maker , i've never been so happy to see someone. ❜❜ letting the hug linger for a moment , he eventually pulls back to look over her———delighted and fond , still seeing his kid sister there , after all this time. thank the gods———well . . . thank goodness she's still alright. ❛❛ i'm . . . here. i'm okay. better now , suddenly. don't let that get to your head , though. are you alright ? ❜❜
evie would have plunged the damned dagger inside varric herself if solas hadn't done it for her, the way the dwarf had put her friend in harm's way despite the desperate pleas her ravens carried with them. she had to learn through morrigan and harding the fate the befell her old friend——the WEIGHT that now rested on his shoulders. the tasks that lay before him.
her heart practically leaped into her throat the moment she spots him enter the tavern with harding at his side.
❝ your hairs too long, ❞ her teasing voice cuts through the emptiness of the tavern. her fingers framed a mug of ale that she had been nursing as she waited for vic's arrival, but a drink she was quick to abandon as soon as he approached her.
the inquisitor wrapped an arm and a half around his neck, briefly dazed by the familiar scent of him and the rush of emotions that flooded back to her. he was fine. he was safe.
❝ how are you, victor? ❞
@erebius || plotted.
#₍ ᵢᵥ ₎ .. ic. › dragon age.#q.#WE ARE SO BACK#'still seeing his kid sister there' i know i literally wrote it but im gonna crash out
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everything in my queue is dragon age verse sorry LMAO
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the musketeers: 35/∞
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❛❛ so . . . the hunger thing. ❜❜ how does one approach something like this ? shuffling with his anxiety , toe of his boot toying with the dirt below , victor finds himself wishing being in charge of something came with some sort of guidebook. chapter three , what to do if your new recruit drinks blood. ❛❛ there's not going to be any problem with that , is there ? alternatively———is there anything i can do to help in that regard ? ❜❜
@ategods for mio ! veilguard starters !
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❛❛ nah. i've seen a lot worse. ❜❜ victor notes the grimace , offering back a sheepish look———he's the one who brewed the pot. it can't be helped. he's a tea man , after all. sipping at his cup , A GRIMACE OF HIS OWN QUICKLY FOLLOWS , and he pushes it away. ❛❛ never forget , i was in with the inquisition. i'm literally friends with a spirit boy , and saw corypheus in person. not to mention manfred. you and spite are like . . . a return to normalcy , at this point. ever heard that one before ? ❜❜
“ I thought so too. Guess we were both wrong. ” He closes his eyes momentarily as the bitter coffee runs over his tongue and down his throat, and Lucanis grimaces momentarily. Whoever made this was in dire need of a new lesson. “ What do you think about it? Are you . . . flipping your lid, as you say? ”
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——Fearless child, Broken girl; tell me what it's like to burn. ❞
#MARKBURDENED —— independent inquisitor trevelyan of bioware's dragon age: inquisition rp blog. written by bella. rules. bio. verses.
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jameson leaves without so much as a kiss goodbye , and victor flops back onto their bed with a huff , consumed by the picture of jameson's eyes staring back at him in the mirror. he's obsessed , he needs him———he loves him. god , he loves him , and loves this. head runs wild with plans for the day , a grin breaking wide across his face. if that's how jameson wants to behave , today———victor does not intend to let him down.
later , when the text finally comes , and it feels like he's been waking a week: victor gets to work. decorates himself in a lacy black set of lingerie he'd been saving for a special occasion , rubs eyeliner into his waterline the way jameson had shown him , smudging it out with his fingers. makes his hair perfectly messy , dims the lights———leaves all manner of toys , ties, and belts conveniently in reach , and adjusts every mirror in the room to be facing the bed , a perfect view. and when he hears the key in the door , he takes position sitting on parted knees atop the bed , just as he had been before , waiting with utmost impatience for his lover to step through the door.
serpent - hands run up temptation up his thigh, and jameson questions, for a brief second, why he wants to be a lawyer anyways. couldn't they be dirt poor criminals, and fuck all day, and pause for dinner, and fuck all night? no. his phone is buzzing, and his folds one hand in victor's hair and withholds him, and makes a show of checking his message ---- a good morning from the firm's partner to the case group - chat, a reminder of where to meet. nothing important. jameson slips his phone back into his pocket, and lets his eyes linger once more on victor. his foot, still between his lover's thighs, victor's face still rosy, his lips still pink and messy. " exactly. good boy. " he could kiss him again, but . . . the yearning is just as tasty. so he doesn't. in one movement, he withdraws his provocative hand, his well - positioned foot. to the mirror he goes instead.
polished, put together. the very image of the professional, razor - sharp. he's not even gonna be doing much today, besides managing notes and watching opening statements and a few witness testimonies from their plaintiffs. and honestly, even as jameson makes sure his hair isn't an absolute rat's nest, he's more watching victor in the reflection, watching the neediness of him, savoring it. only for a few minutes more. he turns to face him. " i'll text when i get on the subway to come home. don't disappoint me, baby. don't forget how i want to find you. " then, and again without a kiss ---- he's out the door.
#₍ ᵢᵥ ₎ .. ic. › main.#q.#not sfw text /#nsft /#vic after all that flopping back onto the bed kicking his feet LMAO just imagine him clutching a heart-shaped valentine to his chest#vic with a flower preparing to get his ass handed to him: he loves me he loves me not he loves me--#there is one way to a man's heart and its getting railed HJKLDSHFSJD
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sunday thoughts: vic is the most submissive boy in the world UNLESS ur very big and powerful and/or in love with him. if vic thinks he could have extra special fun being more dominant or knows he's got u wrapped around his finger? he will surprise u every now and then. for example in one verse he's married to a literal king who is over 7ft tall and Thats his favorite person to have a dominant streak with LMAO
#₍ ᵢ ₎ .. › ooc.#passtime: making literal kings his playthings#vic seeing anyone who is very tough and dominant: i can make them fold#nsft /
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having looked at a bottle of pills with that same wondering more than once or even twice , victor is quick to deepen his worry , even quicker to take the bottle back when jesse discards it———stuffing it into a pocket , as far from jesse and out of sight as he can make it. he shuffles closer to the other, then , tempted to reach out: offer anything he can of comfort , even if it is just the touch of a shoulder , taking a seat one inch closer to his friend. IT WON'T BE ENOUGH , HE KNOWS. nothing short of undoing the past would be enough , and they both know that can't happen.
when jesse speaks again , victor nods———he needs no explanation. knows the strangeness of the bond between mentor and student , between two criminals who'd walked back to back into every situation———he's living it himself , a terrible parallel that makes him think far more than he'd like to be. ❛❛ right , so he has to have a plan , has to do something. god fuckin' knows what , though. ❜❜ quite frankly , HE'S NEVER HAD MUCH FAITH IN WALTER WHITE , and this is making him have even less of it. why is jesse home , why is nothing happening ? were it him , amos would have carted him away , locked him in a box underground , either to keep safe or use as a bargaining chip. amos would have been here , an armored guard waiting for peace talks , patrolling their land. but jesse's alone , save for victor and a dozen dozing bodies on the floor inside. it makes him feel a little sick. maybe that's just the pills , though.
jesse closes the gap between them , and victor leans into the touch of their shoulders , a silent invitation———closeness is welcome , here. lean on me all you need. another sigh rattles through him , and he wonders how many times he's sighed like that in the past ten minutes. ❛❛ i'm sorry , jesse. whatever you need right now , i'm down. even if its packing a bag and hidin' out somewhere. i can't fuckin' believe walter's not here right now , going over some ten-step plan. ❜❜
like a lifeline thrown, the pill bottle is seized with eagerness and trembling hands only aid the rattle of its contents as he pours a generous collection into his palm. jesse throws them back like a shot, any hesitation or squeamishness surrounding pills with no fluids temporarily extinguished for a greater need. he would be lying if there wasn't a consideration, staring into the open mouth of the bottle, to rinse the rest. to go for a second handful, cupping the tiny tablets like a baby bird, and a third and a fourth and however many it takes. the thought sends a shiver down his spine, leading him to rid himself of the container as quickly as he'd reached for it. he daren't look at it anymore. ❛ yeah. ❜ his agreement for the direness situation is drily delivered, a spark igniting of that rage he experienced earlier. don't you think i know this is fucked, vic ? do you need to rub it in ? he manages to quell it this time, clasping his hands together and cracking his knuckles, forever fidgeting. detachment of his emotions from spreading to his very uninvolved friend, reminding himself of who the real culprits in this web are.
his paranoia matches vic's, on the rise as the substances dissolve into his system, baby blue gaze shifting left and right as if anyone is suspect. and, to some extent, they are. he finds it hard to explain ( or to justify ? ) the symbiotic relationship he and walt share, the innate trust he has in his mentor counter - balanced by doubt all the same. interestingly, he knows walt needs him. for what purpose remains to be seen, but one absolute truth that remains steadfast is that. walt would not kill him. that sets the standard, at least. the bar is on the ground. in the dirt, pushed in by an uncaring heel. ❛ without me, there is no walt. that's— that's just how it is. ❜ as if it were an algebraic formula, no rationale or equation he can use to fully categorise it. a shrug of the shoulders punctuates the silence for a moment, a deep breath taken in as the wave of effects from the pills starts to settle into his bones.
❛ well — you know, now, i guess. 's not exactly . . . somethin' i'm keen to mention at show and tell. ❜ the humour comes out empty, deflated. his posture is wilted, a plant devoid of water. they're a far cry from those days relinquished to jesse's makeshift couch, smoking the worries away, momentarily carefree. onto harder drugs, tougher tensions, the criminal's version of growing up. it feels hard to see a way out, defeat slumping him further into his seat until their shoulders lean unto one another. if he were in better spirits, he might at least be grateful for this small beacon of friendship amidst the turmoil. not that he wants to speak it into existence, but he fears this night of camaraderie might be their last.
#₍ ᵢᵥ ₎ .. ic. › brba.#q.#vic rn trying to figure out if jesse is the hugging type or would find that weird LMAO#tw: suicidal ideation#oops forgot an icon but adding it now
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