#<- the last two are the titles for the stories

[moonjxsung]

Kinktober Day 4: Needy Sex

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x reader

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Hyunjin’s hand remains on your lower back, his fingers sprawled out over the open cut at the back of your skin tight dress, as the other grasps the glass stem of his red wine.

Job titles, income levels, friends, lovers, travel stories- he’s pretty sure he’s engaged in just about every form of adult conversation amongst the partygoers here. And at half past midnight, he’s begun to get restless, wanting nothing more than to take you home and indulge himself in a good fuck.

“You have any plans for the holidays?” One guest whose name he’s already forgotten, asks the two of you “Seungmin’s taking some time off so we can travel out of the city for a weekend or two,” she continues. “I know it’s cold, but we love winter camping.”

Hyunjin smiles in an attempt to be polite, shrugging, as he meets your gaze. “Not really,” he says plainly. “We like staying in for the holidays.”

You nod in his direction, taking note of the way his eyes seem to flicker curiously, as though he’s signaling something to you.

“Yeah,” you chime in, downing the last of your red wine. “There’s nothing like Christmas inside by the fireplace.”

“Speaking of Christmas,” the guest says, turning to face a group of other guests, too. “We were thinking of doing a gift exchange this year-”

As she speaks excitedly of her plans, Hyunjin taps your lower back, leaning in to graze his lips over your ear.

“Wanna come get more wine?” He asks in a low voice, gesturing to your empty glass.

You’re really not so keen on having any more, yet you’re also well aware that this is typically Hyunjin’s way of signaling he needs a moment away from the crowd.

“Sure,” you reply, turning to follow him away from the crowd of people.

“We’ll be back!” You call out to the guest, who hardly acknowledges you as she continues to speak.

Hyunjin takes long strides into the kitchen, one hand shoved into the pocket of his black suit, as he leads the way. He shoves past the swinging door with the push of his shoulder, holding it for you as you follow him inside, and then he closes it with the heel of his glossy black dress shoe, glancing over his shoulder to ensure nobody’s followed either of you into the kitchen.

“They’re out of the red wine you like,” you begin, sorting through the array of beverages on the counter. “But they have white, or soda if you’re-”

“Let’s just leave,” Hyunjin interrupts, coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. His hands rest on the counter on either side of your figure, as his lips graze the shell of your ear in a swift motion.

“Already?” You question, a chuckle escaping your lips. “We only got here two hours ago.”

“Please,” Hyunjin urges, his lips nibbling on the lobe of your ear. “I want you so bad. I can’t be here anymore.”

He sounds completely serious by the way his breathing grows heavy, and then he presses against your lower back, making it more clear to you. He’s hard under his black slacks, his erect cock prodding into your dress as though he’s asking for permission to do it right here.

You don’t realize the soft gasp that emits from the back of your throat until Hyunjin lets out a wicked chuckle in response, his lips trailing along your shoulder, as his hands snake up your sides.

“Don’t you want to?” He inquires. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Doesn’t having you bent over our own counter sound like a better evening than whatever all of this is?”

Your eyes scan the assortment of drinks on the counter in front of you, the untouched bottles of Chardonnay and Sprite only implying there’s still hours of this event left. His hard-on throbs against you, his hands tracing the cinched fabric of your waist. And he’s right- to let him pull your dress up and do it right here, would be precedence over the ordeals of adult small talk any day.

“Okay,” you say to him, turning around and reaching for your clutch purse on the counter. “You call a cab, I’ll go let them know we have to leave.”

Hyunjin chuckles again, a sense of satisfaction clear in his tone, as he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips and reaches for his phone.

“Be quick,” is all that he says, as he watches you disappear past the swinging doors again.

*

The taxi ride home is a painfully long ride, as Hyunjin keeps his large hand sprawled upon your upper thigh, squeezing it periodically to remind you of the evening ahead which awaits you both.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat behind the driver, hoping the man can’t somehow read his thoughts and know that he’s letting his mind run rampant with filthy thoughts about you. He’d give anything to have the driver pull over and exit his own car, just so that Hyunjin could take you right here in the backseat.

And yet he’s patient, not a word spoken between the two of you in the duration of the car ride, until you’re finally back at your shared apartment.

Hyunjin tips the man a generous amount, shooting him a sheepish grin as he intertwines your hand with his and practically drags you in the direction of the front door. And just like the rest of the whole seems to move slower at the times he wants you most, the keys to your front door are uncooperative, your hands grasping them firmly as you fidget with the lock.

Hyunjin’s lips trail along your neck, his breathing growing heavy as he waits for you to grant entry, and you chuckle nervously when the lock remains stubborn, mumbling an apology to a now very needy Hyunjin.

“Let me,” Hyunjin says, his hands hovering over yours now to work the key. He makes purposeful motions to toy with the lock, shoving the door open with complete ease, his hand finding your waist when you stumble forward a little. Hyunjin guides you inside, lips reattaching to your neck, as he scrambles to shut the door behind you two, not even bothering to lock it again.

Your bag is tossed aside by Hyunjin, who now snakes the straps of your dress down to grant access to your chest, his face burying in the crook of your neck to press sloppy kisses along your exposed flesh.

“Let’s just do it here,” Hyunjin remarks, guiding you forward to the wooden stair banister.

His hands bunch up the fabric of your dress, already finding the waistband of your underwear, as he tugs it down and exposes more of you to him.

There’s a moment of silence as he unfastens his belt now, the gentle clink of his buckle making itself known as it comes undone, and then he positions himself behind you, his now-bare cock prodding against your upper thigh.

“God, you look so fucking sexy,” Hyunjin remarks, pulling the flesh of your shoulder between his teeth and leaving a generous trail of love bites. “This dress gets me so hard.”

His hand wraps around the base of his cock as he readies himself, but without any verbal form of warning, he’s already slipping inside of you with complete ease, gripping your waist with one hand, as the other positions your face to meet his gaze.

He indulges you in a sloppy kiss as he begins to move inside of you, and the friction of his cock caressing your walls is almost dizzying, little grunts escaping his lips back into your mouth.

“Does that feel good?” Hyunjin queries, knowing your answer is a resounding yes.

“Yes,” you attempt to reply in between your heavy panting, your hands holding onto the wooden stair banister to steady yourself.

“Talk to me,” Hyunjin commands, moving a little faster now. “Want to hear how it feels.”

“God, you fuck me so good,” you remark as he quickens his pace, one hand coming around to rub your clit in circular motions now. “Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop.”

Hyunjin chuckles- he’d never think of stopping when you’re begging him like this, his cock throbbing inside of you and hitting your cervix with every passionate thrust.

His thrusts are sloppy now, no real method to the way he pushes himself in and out of you, loud squelching sounds filling the sounds of your entryway as he fucks you. The desperation isn’t lost on you- the door is still unlocked behind you, not a single set of curtains drawn to shield the lewd act unfolding right here. Your heels are still on, planted firmly into the wooden floor where you know they’ll leave little dents like they have before. But it’s a miracle Hyunjin even made it to the entryway like this- if not here, he’s certain it’d have been the bathroom at the party, one hand sprawled over your mouth so the guests wouldn’t hear you screaming his name.

“Hyunjin,” you call out, gripping the banister a little harder now. “I’m gonna finish- fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He takes your warning as a sign to quicken his movements even more now, the squelching sounds filling the space around you, as loud groans escape between his parted lips.

When he attempts to kiss you again, it’s a futile task, nothing but drool exchanged from his lips onto yours as your eyes roll back in blissful pleasure.

“Cum for me,” Hyunjin commands, and although he sounds desperate, he’s polite about it, one hand intertwining his fingers over yours on the stair banister. “Make a fucking mess for me, baby. This is all I’ve wanted tonight.”

Your moans serve as an attempt to respond, and then he squeezes his eyes shut as he staves off his own orgasm to wait for yours, first.

It doesn’t take more than a few thrusts before you’re obeying his commands, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his girth, as you dribble fluids around his flesh, gasping blissfully as you call out his name. Your walls caress his cock encouraging his own orgasm, which follows suit shortly after, as he shoots thick, white ropes of his cum inside of you, fucking it back into you before slowing his pace.

Hyunjin catches his breath without a word as he pulls out, observing the way his now-softening cock is completely coated in remnants of you, your juices even finding purchase on the wooden flooring beneath you.

He smooths your dress down again, contented to see his release hasn’t ruined the fabric even a little. Yet when he tucks his cock back into his own slacks, he chuckles at the sight of the stains that paint his expensive suit- for possibly the third time this month.

When you turn around to face him again, Hyunjin towers over you, hands shoved in his pockets once more, as he leans in to kiss you properly now.

“I love you,” he says sweetly, cocking his head toward the stairs. “Go put on something more comfortable.”

You meet his gaze with a smile, head still spinning at the events that unfolded this evening. And you don’t take his gaze off him as you watch him approach the door again, finally locking it for the evening.

*

[agatharkn3ss]

Lilia's premonitions theory (contains spoilers)

Well, my brain has been in overdrive and I love puzzles so... "buckle up!"

If it's too long for you - you can jump straight into the last section titled "How does it all fit"... I really think there could be something there.

OTHER THEORIES

There have been many theories about Lilia's powers and her moments of visions. Some think it's just some loose wiring on most part, some think it's past traumatic events catching up with her, some think they are predictions of the future, some even went as far as suggesting that Lilia (loosely) predicts the last words of the next person who's going to die (based on the fact she said "Get off me!" in ep.2 and we hear Sharon shout "Don't touch me!" in ep.3). But we keep seeing more and more of Lilia's blips in ep.4, they make less sense to any of the above theories, so personally I am not sold on any of them.

There is also a possibility that her premonitions could just be linked to the events that follow - but the words aren't accurate because Lilia can't quite see the "full picture". So her screaming in her shop could be linked to Teen's reaction when Salem Seven attacked in that same episode. Or when she says "Alice, don't", we see Agatha pleading "Don't" with Rio.

BUT then I saw people discussing that maybe these are actually "misplaced" moments in time - from the future AND the past. And that they will make sense if they were said in the correct moment, but somehow got lost and sent to a different time. For example - when Lilia talks about the vampire by the campfire "You know, we really kind of hated each other in the beginning, but now..." then zones out. We could assume she's still talking about the vampire, but this pause could actually be easily filled with "I love you guys!" from the "botox" scene in ep.3, because she was actually touched by their campfire stories. Or when she shouts "Get off me" in ep.2, it could be taken right out of the ep.4 scene where she's burning on the floor, shouting "Get it off me!".

WHAT WE KNOW

All those theories got me mighty intrigued, so of course I made a list of all of Lilia's apparent 'blips' and tried to make sense of it! I believe there are two types of Lilia's visions - one where she has "wrong messages" and one where she exclaims names of tarot cards.

The tarot cards she mentioned so far:

Three of Pentacles - right after she wrote the coven names down

High Priestess - when she meets Jen at Agatha's house

Three of Swords - as Jen is trying to heal Teen

The "blips" are:

shouting and flailing her hands - when Agatha and Teen ask her to join the coven in ep.2

writing the coven names (same scene as above) - this is the only premonition where we see burst of power - the electricity flicker around her, the water boils and it all seems really intense.

shouting "Get off me!" and looking like she was pushing someone away - just before the witches begin summoning the Road

"I love you guys" - when Jen questions Sharon about her poison symptoms in ep.3

"Try to save Agatha" - when she and Agatha are searching for potion ingredients

"Which is it, am I wispy or am i kooky?" - when talking to Alice about her mum during the trial in ep.4

"Alice! Alice don't" - shortly after the one above

Zones out - during the campfire scene when she talks about the vampire scar

We also know that her Air trial will be all about tarot (confirmed by Patti herself) and the promos show Lilia in some sort of princess dress and tiara, Agatha as the green Wicked Witch of the West and Jen looking like the Evil Queen from Snow White but in the old hag form. This makes me think in her trial she will have to confront all those stereotypes about witches that she always said she hated so much. She will likely have to do a tarot reading too. There is also a room with ceiling full of swords that could fall down on them. And finally, in that same room there is a brief shot with her and Salem Seven, flowing mid-air.

One promo also shows one of Salem Seven (Vertigo) opening her mouth to release a swarm of cicadas (her spirit animal).

We know the witches slowly regain their powers once they passed their trial.

There is also this thing about Alice (I will need to make a separate post to explain this) - where my prediction is that in ep.5 she will try to protect the coven by attacking Agatha while she's in her "possessed" form. Unfortunately, Agatha will (willingly or not) completely syphon her powers and Alice will die.

HOW DOES IT ALL FIT?

Well. I think we will potentially get some answers during or after Lilia's trial, once she starts regaining her powers. I think Lilia will try to send a message to the witches in the past, but she will still be struggling with getting the times right.

I could almost see a scene where she sits at her crystal ball or does a tarot reading and talks, not realising that EVERYTHING she says is "sent out" without any filter.

Something like...

.........

Lilia is in a room with other witches, it is a high pressure situation because the Salem Seven are chasing them. Her task is to send the names of the witches to her past self so that Agatha can form her coven - they realised that without the list, they would've never gotten there. Maybe their existence or memory depends on it.

So Lilia starts a tarot reading and begins "tuning in" to her memories, saying the names of the revealed cards out loud - "High Priestess" (she says it in a surprise voice as her vision suddenly flickers to the moment of meeting Jen), "Three of Swords" etc. Maybe one of other witches in the room starts antagonising her kookiness, so that she would just hurry up, because this is not working and Salem Seven are close. So Lilia responds in annoyance "Which is it, am I wispy or am I kooky?!" But then she realises she is standing in front of Alice from the fire trial (in spirit anyway, Lilia is still physically in the scary room). She exclaims in relief "Alice!" and realises this is also her chance to warn Alice so that she doesn't die. She begins saying "Alice, don't try to save Agatha!", but mid way through, her spirit gets transported to the first trial, searching for potion ingredients. So Alice only hears "Alice don't..." and Agatha hears "...try to save Agatha". At some point Lilia is transported to sitting in front of the campfire, reminiscing their stories. This is a fond memory so she starts saying "You know, we really kind of hated each other in the beginning, but now.." and before she can finish, she gets transported back to the "Huge tiny lies" house "...I love you guys".

Maybe at some point Salem Seven break their way into the tarot room and one of them attacks Lilia. She screams "Get off me!" and pushes them away (while her spirit is transported to the moment before they opened the Road). Vertigo releases her cicadas, flying around Lilia's head. She flails her hands and screams, while her spirit is inside her shop where Agatha and Teen just approach her. She realises she's close, focuses all her energy and channels her spirit to write the list of names herself. It takes enormous effort to stay focused on that one moment, hence the energy around her is bursting. She either doesn't have enough time to finish writing Rio's name or feels cheeky and draws a black heart instead. She finishes by revealing and naming the last tarot card: "Three of Pentacles". She completes the task, the End!

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So..... What does everyone think?!!!!!!

[acknowledge-reigns]

Body Say | Jey Uso x Black!fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #2: Orgasm Denial.

"And if my body had a say, I would come again.

Scared of what I might say, 'cause I'm at the edge." 🎶

Description: Jey is having too much fun making Talia wait for it.

Warnings: Teasing, Orgasm Denial, Dom/sub dynamic, praise, Daddy kink, honorifics and pet names, begging, light degradation, mention of oral (male receiving)

Face Claim: Keke Palmer

MDNI!!! 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT.

as always my stories are not about Joshua but are about the fictional character of Jey Uso.

My masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule can be found here.

tag list - @mysticreigns2 @queeny23 @jeyusos-girl @notfancyrebelpaper @xbriexx @skyesthebomb @mzv11 @paigereeder @glitterywitchstarlight @tshepisho

Talia Faye had been a backstage interviewer for WWE for a few years now. She was known for her quick wit and sharp tongue, and she had a reputation for being able to handle any situation thrown her way.

Situations in which most of her coworkers like Jackie or Cathy or even Byron would dart and abandon their interview, Talia would stand her ground. Each and every superstar in the lockeroom knew very well Talia was not the one (or the two for that matter) to take their shit!

But there was one thing that she couldn't handle. One superstar that gave her butterflies in her stomach like a lovesick teen fawning after the newest Hollywood heartthrob. That one superstar: Jey Uso. The fun loving inked up ball of energy with a Dominant side had a way of getting under her skin, and she found herself drawn to him despite her best efforts to resist. It hadn't taken long for them to start dating.

It felt like just yesterday Jey finally broke and told Talia everything that had obviously been going on within his family, then ultimately the world saw his twin brother screw him out of his title match against Roman. She'd been the one to sit down with him and tell him something along the lines of 'Fuck them folks. It's time to do you'.

With the rise of main event Jey Uso came the blossoming of their relationship.

Jey was a pro at pushing Talia's buttons, and he knew exactly how to make her squirm. He would often come up behind her, wrap his arms around her waist, and whisper dirty things in her ear at the worst possible times. Talia would try to ignore him, but his words would send shivers down her spine. She found herself craving his touch, even as she tried to resist him.

This, Teasing her, was one of his favorite games. For that reason he hadn't let her cum in about two weeks now.

As they made their way back to the hotel, Jey couldn't help but notice the way Talia was fidgeting. She was clearly frustrated, and he knew it was because he had been denying her release for the last two weeks.

He smirked to himself, enjoying the power he had over her. He knew she was desperate for him, and he planned on making her wait just a little bit longer.

Once they were alone in their hotel room, the silly fun persona, the 'YEET' of it all was out the window. Jey pinned Talia against the wall, his body pressed against hers.

"You've been such a good girl, waiting for me like this," he said, his voice low and husky. "I think you earned a lil reward, babygirl,"

Jey ran his hands up Talia's sides, his touch light and teasing. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You wanna cum, baby? You want Daddy to give you what you been craving?" Jey asked.

Talia nodded frantically, her body trembling with need. She looked up at Jey with pleading eyes, silently begging him to give her what she wanted.

"Please, Daddy," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I need it so badly. I'll do anything..."

Jey chuckled, enjoying the way Talia was falling apart in front of him. He trailed his fingers down her body, stopping just above the waistband of her jeans.

"Anything, huh? You so desperate for me, babygirl. It's adorable."

Jey leaned in, his lips brushing against Talia's neck as he spoke. "You know I love seeing you like this. All desperate and needy, just for me. But I want to make sure you really ready to beg for it."

Jey's hand slipped inside her jeans, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and he knew she was already soaking wet.

Talia let out a soft moan, her hips bucking against Jey's hand as he teased her.

"I need it so bad, Daddy. I've been aching for you for weeks. Please, please let me cum..."

Jey smirked, his fingers tracing lazy circles around her clit. " I think I want to hear you beg a little more. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

Talia's breath hitched as Jey's fingers continued to tease her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"I want you to touch me, Daddy. I want your fingers inside me, making me scream. I want you to make me cum so hard I can't even think straight. Please, Daddy, please give it to me..."

Jey chuckled, pulling his hand away from Talia's body. He could see the disappointment and frustration on her face, but he wasn't ready to give in just yet.

"Nah, baby... Daddy will think about letting you cum tomorrow, or maybe we'll go for 31 days of denial."

Talia whimpered in frustration, her body trembling with need. "Daddy..." she whined.

Jey leaned in, his voice low and commanding. "You wanna cum, for real, baby? Then get on your knees and show me how much you want it. Suck my dick like a good girl."

[hrtiu]

I finally got around to writing some Solavellan fanfic! Thank you to @namedbrina for the prompt! It's not exactly what you suggested, but hopefully the spirit remains. Also sorry it took me so long to actually write 😅 You can find a link to the fic on AO3 here, or simply read below. I have a whole long story plotted out, but we'll see how much actually gets written ><

Solas has never liked necromancers and is surprised to like Lavellan. But she has always respected spirits and wisps, so perhaps it shouldn’t be as surprising. She who wears Falon’Din’s marks, who even Dorian is a bit in awe of/scared of, and who never leaves a battlefield without using the last of her mana in a Dalish ritual to soothe whatever might remain. As the only elf and perhaps mage around, she teaches this ritual to Solas so he might be able to do it if she has no mana? Idk.

Of all the titles Solas had carried in his long years, his favorite was healer.

Perhaps that was why he was enjoying his time with the Inquisition so much. To many of the folk around Haven, he was known only as the reclusive, slightly odd elf healer. There was something freeing about the many centuries of baggage his name and face carried being stripped away. Solas the healer. Mender of bones, salver of wounds, fixer of broken things. He quite liked that.

Atishal, the so-called Herald of Andraste, enjoyed no such reputation. Oh, the people of Haven respected her, and were all too willing to place their hopes on her thin shoulders. But her Dalish traditions and strange magic warded off any reputation for wholesomeness that might otherwise develop. Necromancy had a way of doing that.

There was something mesmerizing about her magic. Necromancy had always left a bitter taste in Solas’s mouth, but the Herald made it seem natural, almost elegant. Together with Varric and Cassandra, they fought through the chaos of apostate mages and rogue templars, but always his gaze was drawn to her. He was so preoccupied by the sight of spirits from the Fade willingly lending Atishal their strength that he never saw the templar’s arrow coming. 

“Ah!” He let out a pained grunt as the arrowhead buried deep into the flesh of his shoulder. He sank to one knee and grimaced, the hand not holding his staff moving to grip the shaft of the arrow.

“Solas needs help!” Atishal shouted above the fray.

Varric tossed a red bottle his way, and Solas managed to catch it with one functioning arm. Solas pulled the cork out with his teeth and drank just enough to muster the energy for a fade step. He stepped through the veil and ended up on a small hill just out of range of the still-battling templars. He caught his breath, intending to reenter the fray when he got the chance, but Varric, Cassandra, and the Herald didn’t seem to need his help any more.

“How are you doing, Chuckles?” Varric asked, hefting Bianca over his shoulder as he trudged up the hill towards Solas.

“Let’s get back to camp,” Cassandra said. “He can rest up there.”

“No need to wait until then,” Atishal said.

Her soft footfalls barely seemed to depress the grass as she made her way to Solas’s side, kneeling down to get a better look at his wounded shoulder. Ginger fingers tested the flesh around the injury, and she hissed in sympathy.

“I don’t have the strength right now to numb it, but I can heal it after the shaft is out,” she said. “Do you want me to do that now? Or should we wait until we get back to camp and we can get you some willow bark for the pain? Or a lyrium potion so you can heal it yourself?”

“Just do it now,” Solas said, not wanting to make the hike back to camp with an arrow in his shoulder. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Got it,” Atishal said. She gripped the arrow shaft with one hand and braced her other hand against Solas’s shoulder.

“One, two, three.”

Searing pain shot through Solas’s body, his grunt of pain pushing through gritted teeth. Then, in an instant, the pain disappeared.

Atishal’s hand against his shoulder felt warm. She was still murmuring words of healing under her breath, her eyes closed and her brow unforrowed in an expression of peace.

He blinked in confusion and surprise. Her spell had worked marvelously—he couldn’t have cast it better himself. That was… unexpected.

“Are we ready to go, Herald?” Cassandra’s no-nonsense voice broke through Solas’s daze. “It isn’t safe to stay in one place for too long.”

Solas pushed himself to his feet as elegantly as he could manage, nodding to Atishal in thanks. “Yes, Seeker. I am ready to go.”

They moved in near silence down the rough Hinterlands trail. The battle had taken a lot out of them, and with nothing but more long days of closing rifts, facing down rogue templars, bandits, or mages, and struggling to make a name for the Inquisition, nobody was in the mood for chatter.

They reached camp—a cluster of tents by a tranquil pond—and Solas gratefully took the stew Scout Harding offered him. He didn’t usually eat much, but he was famished. He pressed carefully at the place in his shoulder that had held a templar arrow only hours earlier, but the flesh was whole. A little tender, but whole.

Atishal sat next to him on a large rock by the water’s edge, a short distance from the gathering of Inquisition scouts around the campfire. Far enough away to create some sense of privacy. Solas wondered if she thought they were in some kind of Elven guild, and the thought brought a grimace to his lips. 

“How is your shoulder?” she asked, her deft fingers unbraiding her long, brown hair.

“Feeling good,” Solas said, rolling his shoulder in demonstration.

“I’m glad.” She let her hair fall in thick waves over her shoulder, still lovely despite the sweat and dirt of the day weighing it down.

The conversation lapsed, and Solas let the ambient sounds of the dusky forest fill the silence.

“You are quite a skilled healer,” Solas said eventually.

“You sound surprised.”

“I don’t think many necromancers make the effort to learn the art of healing.”

“Really?” she said, turning to him with a raised brow. “I don’t see necromancy and healing as being so different.”

“Healing the living versus drawing wisps into the vessels of the dead? What could be more different?”

She didn’t respond for a long moment. Solas looked over at her, noting the tense line of her mouth. He recognized her expression, of course. He’d grown used to offending people since waking from his long sleep.

He waited for her to leave. He knew her well enough by now to know that the Herald of Andraste tended to shut down rather than confront. But though he gave her plenty of space to make her exit, she stayed.

A mourning dove let out a plaintive cry, and the sun slipped behind the trees. Twilight transformed the woods around them, marking a boundary in time and space. 

Atishal picked a stone up from the ground and tossed it into the pond. It made a satisfying thunk as it landed in the water, and she watched the ripples slowly expand for a long moment.

“I used to be a healer,” she said quietly.

Solas raised his eyebrows. “Ah?”

“Do you think a Dalish tribe has much use for necromancy?” she asked, eyes still trained on the last remaining ripples in the pond. “For the first twenty five years of my life, it never entered my mind to practice necromancy. I soothed scrapes and bruises, mended broken bones, guided women through difficult childbirths. Easing peoples’ pain and healing their bodies was my calling.”

Was. There was pain in that word, pain that felt familiar to Solas. He, too, used to be a healer. He could no longer claim such a simple title—at least not by itself. No matter what the people in Haven thought, he knew the truth.

“What happened?” Solas asked.

“A plague. It wiped out more than half of my clan in a single year.” She said the words plainly, without sentiment. “After that, I realized among those who needed healing were the dead along with the living.”

“Healing for the dead?”

“Yes. I know… I think their souls are gone. Inviting spirits to inhabit their bodies doesn’t change that. But so many spirits clustered around our tribe, feeding off of sorrow and tragedy. I found that allowing these spirits space to act, to work through the pain… It was beneficial both to the spirits and to those loved ones who remained.”

The way she talked about spirits… Solas began to regret the condescending tone he’d struck in their earlier conversation. She clearly had a conception of spirits that was much closer to his own than he’d realized—much closer to his than most of the people in this strange half-world. And the way she interpreted necromancy was novel to him.

“I’ve never considered that,” he said. Words rarely spoken.

“I hadn’t either, before the plague. Necessity is the greatest teacher, after all.”

“True.”

Silence fell between them again, and Solas pondered her words. It made sense, in a way, that necromancy would develop new depth and meaning in this hellish world he had created. The people here were so numerous, their lives so cheap.

“You have given me much to think about, Herald,” he said.

She looked over her shoulder at him, a rare smile gracing her lips. “Somehow, from you that feels like a compliment.”

From him, it certainly was.

[l-e-morgan-author]

If I was to start up a writing newsletter, what features would be interesting? Spitballing at present. They're not mutually exclusive.

drabble

writing update/s

life update/s

excerpt

photo of Ransom

other photo/s

art/s

poem/s

free short story

reading updates

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Party of one (divided into four)

[ghosty-schnibibit]

on the one hand i knew from the get go that realistically they were going to have to cut things from both the suffering game and lunar interludes IV and V if they were going to attempt to fit all three into one graphic novel, especially since reunion tour was a two parter

but, with all of that in mind, i did not think those cuts would include pivotal character developing moments for multiple main and side characters, so many fan favorite lines that at some point i gave up keeping track, key pieces of foreshadowing and themes that come into play during the finale, and literally every side character introduced in the original arc are you fucking kidding me

[mofffun]

Rainoir's last words - King-Ohger movie full cut extended scene (subs by me)

[princekirijo]

Finished up Kaneshiro's palace and overall it's really solid in terms of gameplay and design. Love the money littered all over the place, the guard designs (liked the detail of their masks looking bug like its a nice bit of foreshadowing) and ofc the music. I think the last puzzle is fun but it drags a little at the end tbh (but that could be because I did the palace in one day so)

[prototypelq]

Hideo Kojima and Sam Lake are polar opposites

One says nothing with everything, and the other says everything with nothing

[gar-a-ash]

Breeding goals for 2024:

Producing a high quality sporting and working dog that is capable of being a pleasant companion on quiet days provided needs are met (Tassie is a med-high drive/low energy shepherd, expected sire was chosen for also being high drive/med energy and able to settle in the house)

Continuing the breed standard of producing a dog that is owner-oriented and aloof with strangers, though not unfriendly (Tassie is paranoid with strangers and asocial, very much a one-person dog, expected sire is selected for sociability to offset this. Tassie's pedigree has social dogs so I suspect that she's a one-off)

Not focusing on bite sports/protection; the goal is to produce a dog that is capable of doing more than just biting. The shepherd should be an all-around working dog capable of doing anything it's trained to do. (Tassie struggled with learning sports where independent thinking was necessary, though once she picked it up she's a rockstar at odor detection. Sire is a bite sport dog and titled well, chosen for good pedigree and environmental soundness. Pups will probably excel in bite sport avenues, though they should be stable enough to perform at anything)

Steering away from insane drive, part of producing a dog capable of living in the house. Also helps the goal of producing an all-around working dog, so the dog is capable of slowing down to learn new things without having an anxiety attack (Tassie struggled with this through adolescence but settled very nicely as an adult, sire is about the same)

Producing a dog that is environmentally sound and confident in new locations (Tassie has always been excellent, sire is said to have strong environmental soundness and has titled well. Puppy program planned to help pups with environmental confidence. Some adolescent reactivity is expected, both dogs had issues though have been successfully managed out of it. This is a known breed issue)

Producing a dog in good physical health (Need to finish Tassie's OFA's to confirm but pedigree has excellent rated hips/elbows throughout, sire is the same. Tassie is DM free, sire will carry. Chance for DM carries in the litter, waiting for a response back from a different stud dog just in case that would negate this but is chosen for same reasons above)

I have more thoughts on this but this is what I'm aiming for, potential for holding back a bitch from this litter to pair with future pup but I'm not sure if I want to raise two pups of similar age together so it would have to be a really amazing puppy. I CAN do it, I just don't know if I WANT to do it. But Tassie will most likely be three by the time this litter is born and I don't want to wait too long.

[tothesolarium]

I am completely captivated by your descriptions of these characters i am eagerly awaiting more snippets (almost like a dog waiting for table scraps you could say)

I wish I had some better treats to give you

Both of them are like this, thinking this is pure violence and not affection involved

Also the catharsis of being a well trained weapon, treated only for your capability to destroy and realizing you can redirect that skill. Mainly, to protect those you love. Resulting in great bodily injury,,, from the other hound,,,,

But also to destroy those who tried to train you so cruelly !!

Also some old mech concept sketches - one of which has been more developed but we still trying and full of to many ideas

I luv u coyote

[myteastainedpages]

hello tumblr people who read books originally written in languages other than english, i have a request

i have to write a book review for my reading in translation module at the end of november and i’m trying to find a book to use for it. i’ve not (to my knowledge) read any books that have been translated to english from another language - besides one i also read in its original spanish but i don’t wanna use that for this - so i have literally no ideas.

basically i’m looking for book recs, it’s a translation to english i’ll need to use but if you don’t know whether it’s been translated that’s fine i can easily find out myself :) thank you to anyone who helps! <3

[kajoodles]

I'm gonna be honest I realized Robin originally looked identical to a Papa Louie character so i had to redesign him so it wouldn't be weird that he looked identical to a Papa Louie character

so since he's like an alien and autism incarnate and all that everyone just assumes he's a Big Nerd which means his identity is safe

[silverislander]

prof said congrats for writing up a proposal so early i am going to get a good grade in. well this is literally going to be graded. but yk the meme

[bvnga-aprikot]

Ivonne was angry. And it wasn’t because one of her favorite dolls was left out in the rain again, or because she took out her temper on a tree which left bruise marks on her hands. No, it was none of that, at least not for now.

It had been weeks since the Eckhart knights came back from their search with no success. The Duke then had another group dispatched to go look, and another, then another… and many more came back with the same results. The entire mansion was turned upside down after that incident; none of the remaining Eckhart children were allowed to go outside or let alone step out of their respective rooms until the Duke gave them his permission to do so.

Reynold Eckhart is gone, and it was all Ivonne’s fault.

Had she not begged for her brothers to let her see the festival outside their mansion, had she just not been so rebellious to go off on her own the moment she stepped into the festival lights, and had she never been so selfish to ignore Reynold’s pleas to stay as they separate into the crowds. None of this wouldn’t have happened had she listened to her brother, but she didn’t. And this is the consequence she now has to face.

That was the night that changed everything. As once the mansion brimmed with life as the two youngest children chase each other down the halls, they are now dim and gray as the estate mourns the disappearance of the second young master. The young lady’s recklessness grew as days went by, and her eldest brother now sits vacant in his room alone as the situation grew more grim with each unsuccessful dispatch.

And then one day, he came into the picture.

Standing in front of the window from her room, Ivonne’s heart sank as the Duke’s carriage entered the mansion’s gates. For a moment, Ivonne hoped that her father’s endeavors were successful, that brother Reynold had come home at last. She would be able to make up for the wrong she had caused and they could at least mend their relationship moving forward. But such as the way with life, that is not what ended up happening.

Instead, what followed the Duke out of the carriage was a small boy in an old hand me down with his long hair tied into a ponytail. He was, in many ways, quite odd for a stranger hitching a ride with the Duke of the Eckhart Duchy, but what stood out the most was that the boy has the same pink hair and blue eyes as she and Reynold, save for the fact that he looked shorter and more identical to Ivonne’s age. What was father doing? And why was the boy who looked similar to Reynold with him all of a sudden?

And that was when it hit her; Reynold will never be coming back, and instead of continuing his search, the Duke decided to replace him instead.

——

“-but out of all of the options you could’ve chosen, you decided to rope in a stranger who has nothing to do with this mess and make him a temporary stand-in for brother Reynold?!”

Ivonne exclaimed when she and her older brother entered their father’s office.

Duke Eckhart looked exasperated the longer his children bombarded him with questions about what he had done and who the boy was.

“Father, what will the other nobles make of this?” Derrick, the eldest and the heir, said in a grim voice. “This act will tarnish the legacy of the Eckharts! How does taking in a fake solve the problem that Reynold is still missing?!”

“Enough, both of you!” yelled the Duke.

The two were shaken as their father stood up from his seat, the light in his eyes were nowhere to be seen and anger had taken over his expression.

Stiffly walking towards them, the Duke let out a final warning to his children, “From this day forward, any questions about Perion and his role in this family will be strictly forbidden for the both of you. Until we can compromise on a solution, that will be the rule you two shall abide to for the time being.”

As the Duke walked away into the hallway, he took one last glance at Ivonne, dawning a gaze that he had never set upon her before, much different to the one he usually uses when she misbehaves.

“I hope you now know the gravity of the situation you put us into.”

——

This was her final chance to make it up to them. To her father, brothers, servants and knights that had to go through treacherous lengths to keep this household together.

Standing in front of the mirror, Ivonne practiced different gestures and expressions to find the most pleasant ones to use. Curtsies? Hand-shaking? Maybe customs from foreign countries like Obelia or Delman if he is a traveler.

“-You must be Perion, right? Salutations, my name is Ivonne and I would like to be your friend! I like drawing, gardening, piano, pranking my brothers and hanging out with my maids since I'm not good with making friends since one time i got into a scuffle with the second prince— no, no, no! That’s too much, Ivee. Why not something shorter and straight to the point?”

Hours went by until the sun started to set from outside of the window. The more time went the more frustrated the young lady became and Ivonne had just about enough with practicing in front of a mirror all day with no success with what she was trying to achieve.

“Ugh! You know what, I'll just figure it out on the way. It’s getting late and i must successfully make a good impression with Perion if it means any improvement with our family’s current state.”

Quietly, Ivonne closes her bedroom door and walks down the hall to the room where the supposed stand-in for her brother resides. As she walks closer to his room, the young lady started to have second thoughts about her plan. If none goes well and Perion ends up having a bad impression of her, what will happen to fixing the relationship with the mansion and in turn her father and Derrick? What if Perion got in trouble instead and it becomes more hectic?

No! She thought to herself, at least attempting to have a connection with Perion is better than doing nothing and leaving him with nothing to do.

Finally she reached the end of the hall where Perion’s room should be. She swiftly knocked on the door and waited for a response to come. In turn, she made sure to put on a friendly demeanor that is suitable for newcomers to nobility, or at least what she thinks it would be like since nouveau riche families have become increasingly rare these days.

“…Oh come on, what is taking so long?” Ivonne muttered to herself.

Maybe the boy is elsewhere in the mansion with father on a tour. It is only his second day here, maybe he’s still familiarizing himself with his new environment.

Crash!

A loud crash was heard downstairs. In the midst of shock, Ivonne decides to go check on where the sound came from. Was Perion caught in an accident? She hoped her gut was right because she was not missing out on an opportunity for a proper introduction for some random accident in the kitchen or some sort. She rushed down the stairs silently as to not attract too much attention from the maids.

As she wandered around a bit, she heard a small thud coming from the back door of the kitchen, followed by a quiet grunt.

Bingo.

Ivonne carefully opened the door to make sure not to scare Perion with her presence, as if tiptoeing around a sleeping Derrick to do a silly prank on him. But this is no prank, this is an interaction that has to go perfectly in order to mend the broken bridge between her family. So she goes slowly until she can see a head of pink pop out from the corner of the cabinet.

“H-Hi. I haven’t introduced myself yet so you may not know me that well—“

And like an eagle swooping into its prey, Perion tackled the girl with swift precision. His focus was unmatched, he was more silent than what Ivonne imagined. He may be Reynold’s lookalike, but his personality can’t be any more different.

“Hey! Keep it down or else the both of us will get in trouble!” Ivonne hissed as she attempts to nudge him off of her.

“Y-You…” Perion let out a small whisper. “You… look like me…”

“Uh, yes I could see that. But can you please get off of me?!”

What came after was a push that came with too much force with it. It came as a shock to the both of them as they stared at each other with wide eyes in shock.

Jingles.

“O-Oh no, I’m so sorry! I knew you were just surprised to see me and i didn’t mean to scare you—“

“No! D-Don’t look…!”

Perion bit back with a sound of pain coming from his chest.

Well, my first impression is ruined by utter stupidity on my part, Ivonne thought.

The least she could do is help him get up to his room and clean up the mess they have caused. From the looks of it, Perion wounded his arm badly and she just so happened to have the right equipment to treat it all around her. Not wasting any time, Ivonne moved closer to the frightened Perion in order to further inspect the damage, for it was the least she could do—

Wait.

Perion’s eyes were full of horror the moment Ivonne stepped closer to treat the wound. It was then she had realized that she might have discovered a new secret that her father kept from them the moment Perion step foot inside the mansion.

She finally knew why “he” didn’t want her to come closer.

A… a girl?!

———

or, in short, what if Reynold was the one to go missing, and desperate to find a solution, Duke Eckhart decides to raise Penelope Perion as a man?