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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Accidentally wound up on "hear me out cake" tiktok, and I swear, if another one of these bitches puts down an at-most-unconventionally-attractive human man, Lady Dimitrescu or Nick Wilde/Robin Hood I am going to lose my fucking mind.

Saw one where the first person they named was Disney's Aladdin and I tapped out so hard I entered a fugue state and didn't regain full consciousness for like a solid hour.

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How it feels when u walk in on companion conversations~

Bonus panels of Sibi going for it under the cut!

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he's built like an unsecured ikea bookshelf and brother, am i a toddler

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The #1 supporter of Rookanis

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to fill or burst

a crow is a songbird masterlist ->

MDNI: i block all minors & ageless blogs.

pairings: lucanis dellamorte x rook (female oc) x spite words: ~1k summary: lucanis makes space for spite in the bedroom. warnings/notes: piv, mentions of some kind of polyamory negotiation, rook is plus size :)

“ugh, shut up!” lucanis snaps, his hips driving mercilessly into lantana as he loses control of his demon momentarily, attempting to shove spite back down into the recesses of his mind. he interrupted a lot, but not this. he was expressly forbidden from interrupting this.

lantana gasps, a shocked whine bubbling up from her throat a moment later as she lets her chest fall to the mattress beneath, her back arched at a nearly painful angle to give him the best leverage. but one arm frantically snakes behind her body, reaching for lucanis’ thigh until she can latch her long nails into his skin.

“ah, mierda, lantana– i will not last much longer. spite is…misbehaving tonight,” lucanis says by way of apology, slowing his hips to dull spite’s determination.

her head is empty, though, nearing her second climax as his length strokes over a spot that makes her toes curl. “let him out, then,” she hums, mouth falling open into another moan as he twitches inside of her.

“that’s– no, he’s not ready,” he immediately argues, despite the way his chest tightens at the thought – and the fight spite puts up, snarling and clawing his way back to the forefront of lucanis’ focus.

they’d had this discussion before, numerous times. how to introduce spite to the more nuanced aspects of their relationship, how to temper his determination in times of pleasure. spite had been involved in most of these conversations, other than the few at the beginning, when they were still figuring out how to deal with their own urges.

none of them had experienced the level of mutual support and attraction that they found themselves in– no, not found. it wasn’t something they stumbled upon. it was something they created, intentionally. a balance, between the three of them.

“i trust you,” she punctuates her words with another squeeze of her hand on his thigh, accidentally pulling him even further inside. “he just wants to play. please, lucanis. i’m so close.”

lucanis sighs, knowing it’s not necessarily a loss when he wants this, too. while avoiding it all together sounds ideal, it was highly unrealistic and altogether unhealthy. the fact was, since they’d saved caterina and stopped the gods, spite had somehow become an equal member in this . just as much as lucanis, lest their equilibrium be fractured.

he takes his time pulling out from her wet heat, a warm smile tugging at his lips as she mewls in complaint before rolling onto her back with a pout. the rose gold waves of her hair fan out around her flushed, round face, and for a brief moment lucanis sees her as a winged beauty. not a crow, but an angel, illuminated by the golden glow of the candles burning on their nightstand. her soft stomach and heavy breasts only complement the image, as if she were ripped from a priceless painting in treviso’s galleries.

his mouth falls to hers, two pairs of swollen lips brushing and teasing one another as he notches the head of his cock against her dripping cunt. her nails find his back, lightly scraping over his skin until goosebumps erupt in their wake. they hold each other almost too tightly, sweat-slick bodies melting into one. when she grows impatient, boldly licking into his mouth, he loses all sense of composure and pushes into her in one fluid stroke. she cries against his parted lips, gasping for air as his eyes flash purple, tendrils of magic seeping from the iris.

lucanis finds an anchor as spite steps forward, removing one of lantana’s clawed hands from his back to lace their fingers together. he prefers making love to her like this, her body spread onto the mattress like a canvas, as they stare into each other's eyes. the fat of her thighs cushion his hips and her flexible limbs keep him close, in the one place he truly never wants to leave. 

it’s warm here, safe. there is no ossuary, no blood magic, no talons. no talk of antaam movements or crow soirees. it’s only them. lucanis, lantana…and spite now flowing into the middle, bridging the gaps left unseen when stuck in the perpetual golden haze of a lovestruck afternoon.

“i’m here– i love you,” she breathes out, overwhelmingly full as tears begin to prickle at her eyes.

he hears spite’s voice as he rises to the surface, stilted and sharp, spilling from his throat on a moan. “LOVE. ROOK.”

lucanis bares his teeth as spite begins to move, languidly thrusting into the inviting heat of lantana’s cunt a handful of times before his rhythm begins to escalate. it doesn’t take him long to set a frantic, brutal pace, creating a chorus of lewd squelches and slaps between sticky, sweltering bodies. his mouth latches onto her breasts, sucking and biting through animalistic noises, muffled against her bruising skin.

all it takes is a swipe over her clit, fingers glossy with their spend, to have her back arching up from the mattress. for a moment spite worries she’ll slip away, the hand holding hers tightening until her knuckles pale, while his other forms a harsh grip on her hip.

but she doesn’t disappear from his grasp, instead letting out a warbled cry as her cunt spasms around him. gripping him tighter, pulling him deeper, until all spite can see is her face, doused in a familiar purple light. her gaping, swollen mouth parts in a gasp, tears leaking from her eyes as they hold each other’s gaze.

he spills inside her not a moment later, brow pinning to hers as he groans against her open mouth.

“MINE,” he rasps, purple eyes flickering abruptly before he blinks several times, lucanis’ darkened pupils coming into focus once more.

“ours,” lucanis corrects, voice still gravelled, chest heaving. somewhere, in the now fuzzy and fulfilled clarity of his mind, spite agrees.

lantana only giggles in response, wrapping her legs around his hips to keep him inside her for just a few more minutes. until he is sure to pull them both into a steaming bath, complete with fresh lavender and creamy bubble bath.

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Emmrich actually IS the suave and charismatic gentleman we've all been waiting for. Forget your Alistairs and your Cullens. Emmrich says dear and darling and has enough Big Dick Energy that you sense him coming from three rooms away. What's that shift in the air? Emmrich's natural necromantic aura touching the Fade? Well yes but also the sound of his monster cock swinging in his perfectly tailored trousers.

Emmrich talks to Rook like there's a love letter addressed to them specifically lodged in his voice box. He touches them like he paid money for the privilege. Emmrich uses his wealth to help others, he is NOT a person who desires power, and he expects the same of others. One time he looked at Rook and said, "The only good noble is a dead one," and even though Rook knew he was talking about the residents of the Necropolis, or perhaps because of that, it made Rook so wet they had to go sit down against a tree and bang their head a little to calm down.

Sometimes Rook shows up in Emmrich's room of an evening and without even missing a beat Emmrich says, "Come have a seat, darling," and Rook sits next to him only for him to tut and pat his knee. Immediately, Rook is perched there like he's Santa Claus.

"The things one can sense when truly in tune with the fade are inspiring," Emmrich says, and other such nonsense as his touch finds the path of least resistance to Rook's skin without hesitation. His fingers are cool and kind and they trace up the side of Rook's ribs like they might slot perfectly between them, like Rook was built as a home for his hand.

"You're killing me," Rook says, because he is, because Rook could actually choke and die from how badly they want to feel Emmrich's mustache on their thighs.

"Yes, but only a little death," Emmrich says. He smiles and his bangles jingle merrily away as he plays with Rook's chest. "Every time I touch your body, I'm already longing for the moment I'll touch it again."

"Guh," says Rook. "Hrng. Hunh."

"I quite agree. I find that words fail me when it comes to...how you make me feel, dearest." This is what Emmrich says, but fails utterly to demonstrate as he leans in and delicately bites Rook's earlobe, whispering seventeen of the twenty filthiest things Rook has ever heard. Things like I'll eat you like a cake, though you're more delicious and the Fade sings your name when I'm in you and--

"If I have to hear ONE MORE THING about that necromancer's cock," seethes Solas, who did NOT know that he was signing up for nightly pornographic lullabies when he decided to kick it in the back of Rook's head. This is the fourth time he's said that this week. He will hear many, many more things about that necromancer's cock.

"YES EMMRICH," echoes through the Fade, "Gods YES, harder! Give it to me!"

The spirits of the Fade, who like Emmrich a whole helluva lot more than they like Solas right now, twirl and giggle.

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thinking about fancy parties and the romance of wearing each other's colours

+ the trials of marrying a scrappy little lord of fortune

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Fake Banter Masterpost

Hey all! I got a request to make a masterpost of my fake banter, so here you go! Not too many right now but I do intend to keep this post pinned and update it with new banters as I write them. May eventually make categories but don’t think it’s necessary ATM

Fake Banter Requests are OPEN

Enjoy!

DA2 Companions Comment on FenHawke Baby

Alistair Asks a Romanced Warden to Be His Queen

Warden Explains the Concept of a Birthday to Sten

Fenris and Solas Have Very Different Worldviews

Zevran Overshares and Fenris Refuses

The DA2 Companions React to Hawke Left in the Fade

Hawke and Fenris Discuss Fenris Moving In

Anders and Solas Should Be Friends

Dorian Tests the Limits of Fenris’ Patience

Cole Helps the DA2 Companions

Bull Thinks Fenris Is REALLY Hot

Hawke Asks Fenris A Very Important Question

Zevran and Lucanis Discuss Shared Experiences (or lack there of)

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Almost choked on my drink on that conversation starter, my god

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The eight stages of writing :

- this is awesome

- this is slightly less awesome

- this is shit

- I’m shit

-oh god oh fuck what the hell am I doing

-wait this might not be that bad actually

- How the fuck is this working

-This is awesome

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Once again I am back.

My writing brain is slowly coming back and I am debating posting original content on here again. I know it's been eons since I got a commission or anything of the sort. Strangely enough,however, being properly medicated, loved, and sorta nerfed with chronic pain, makes me want to write again.

Who woulda thunk?

It may also have something to do with Dragon Age veilguard being my current hyper fixation...(Totally not about to start a second game on top of the first cause I'm too impatient and want to romance almost everyone)

So if anyone wants me to write some teeth-rotting fluff or attempt some brain melting smut, speak up. Or perhaps just a ridiculous meet cute between bigfoot and the local florist, please speak unto the void (my dm's) and I'll get back to you.

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I'm as grateful for cellphones as the next person, but sometimes I think about how everyone having a phone on them at all times really did cause us to loose some things as a society. I mean - for example, kids these days will never experience their car breaking down and needing to find the nearest place with a phone they can use. They're never going to have the opportunity to tentatively approach a house only to discover that it's full of queer people having a party hosted by a transvestite to celebrate his creation of a sex homunculus, stay the night, and loose their virginity while unintentionally partaking in cannibalism. It's tragic, that kind of gay sexual awakening just doesn't happen these days because of cellphones.

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THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

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i was placed on this earth to curse u with a hard on

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i hope you all fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and i hope you feel at home when you look at them