#abanbas

[scvcnofswords]

❝ you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. ❞ for Litriu || @abanbas

The reassurance does what is likely the exact opposite of the intent. The Warden's shoulders go rigid, and she goes very still, body halting entirely. Like an animal in a corner, a beast eyeing a trap it knows will cause harm. She looks to the speaker out of the corner of her eye, lips curling back just slightly from her teeth a moment before her expression willfully goes blank.

"I am fine." gritted out, vicious, ground glass in her throat. "I have no need for platitudes or appeasement to be effective. Mind your own self before you think to me and worry of mine."

She does not like to be seen, she does not like to be pinned like a butterfly to a board. And she feels it.

Instinct screams to retreat, to vanish into the shadows, but there's nowhere to go; so the bobcat weaving around her heels reacts instead, hissing a long, low warning to him.

"I am fine. I know myself and my limits. If I need help, I'll ask." words bitten-out and hard-wrought.

[fatewoven]

i’m  finding  it  harder  to  fit  in. / @abanbas

Emmrich shifts his weight on the staff, staring over the edge of one of the many overlooks scattered across the crossroad's islands. The sky takes on the hue of a lazy evening with the sunset painted like an afterthought, the distant horizon a damp watercolour canvas soaked a touch too much, with vibrant greens melting into cooler blues, blood red dissolving into streaks of gold. The same gold caught in Rook's eyes, stuck there with the same prominence of an eclipse. It's a fine gaze to be sought by, and yet, today, Sire's head tilts downward as if weighed by anchors — the airy personality diffused. Diluted. Popped like a stray bubble. A frown graces his features, disliking the implication of any wounded self-esteem. "My dear, it's odd to consider you as a conformist. What troubles you?" Question escorted by touch, the lightest drift of fingers against the other's forearm, he watches, as all those who mourn must, the slow coaxing of regrets to the surface. "One of the greatest tragedies in life is being what others want us to be, rather than being ourselves. You're straining. Relax your shoulders." There, breathe out.

[elliscousland]

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ellis is a huuuge tease, in & out of the bedroom. it's one of the few things he's any sort of patient about. he's always looking for a new button to push, especially when it comes to his partners. he likes to frustrate them, rile them up. he gets a huge emotional high out of it & considers it a sport. if it's already established that they're okay w it, he will sneak passing touches anywhere he can when he thinks no one is looking to try & keep them wanting.

he'll spend a lot of time teasing his partner leading up to anything in the bedroom. touching them, whispering little nothings in their ear, promises even. if there are some sort of circumstances keeping them apart, he writes pretty in depth letters about what he's going to do when he gets his hands on them. his want cuts deep into him & he wants it to cut into them too. i touch kind of briefly on it here, but location is not going to stop him from touching a partner if they express they're also into it.

when it actually comes to teasing & sex, it's a huge part of the appeal. i have talked about it in passing but ellis is into bdsm / into kinky power exchanges & one of the sweetest things to him is to have his partner begging. he'll make every promise in the book, he'll put his hands everywhere on his partner but the place they want him to & even when they asks, he'll act like he can't hear them <3

throughout a lot of foreplay he stays dressed to maintain that illusion of control for both himself & his partner, if that makes sense? he uses losing pieces af clothes as a teasing tactic as well. like omg where did my SHIRT go?? >:)??? evilness. anyways, he uses teasing as a tool to frustrate, rile up & make his partner desperate for him as he is for them.

when it comes to teasing, he's a lot less patient. in fact, he get's mad fast. when he gets mad, he cries, but that's not super unusual for him during sex. it's not a bad thing, he just gets overwhelmed & overstimulated. but, lucky for everyone, he loves being overwhelmed & overstimulated. it's not difficult to get him begging because chances are, he's already desperate for whoever he's with. if ellis isn't doing the teasing he gets so, so, so riled up & will pretend it's the worst thing that's ever happened to him but it is a whole nother high to follow. he likes someone who can match his energy, who can bring out the same desire in him he tries to pull from them.

[selunaris]

@abanbas asked: don't go.

Luna paused in the doorway, turning back to the qunari with brow furrowed and lips pouted in sympathy. She wasted no time in turning back, in crossing back to him. She placed her arms around his neck and came to sit upon his lap, embracing him tightly with fingers stroking through his hair at the nape of his neck. "Alright." The ancient elf whispered, pressing a kiss to his crown. "I'll stay as long as you need."

[veilblade]

@abanbas asked: Sire smiled, a manicured finger tracing her jaw. " Thank you for helping me out." He leaned down, moving the pipe away from his lips before kissing smoke into her lips. " I do appreciate helping hands."

Raena was completely puzzled, staring bewildered as Sire leaned into her. For a moment, his words did not even register in her brain, too taken aback by his touch, by his brief kiss, to process it.

"Uh-- Thanks? I mean-- you're welcome?" Raena tripped over her words, still staring at him, brows raised and lips parted.

[fortunesblade]

Zahav dropped down from the narrow space he climbed up into. Landing gracefully onto sand bellow with a soft grunt at the effort. The treasurer turned to his partner. Disappointment evident 'pon his freckled features. "I didn't find much of anything in there. Unless you count sand and a couple sorry sods that tried taking refugee there." He started, presenting the few coins he pocketed to Sire with a shrug, "They weren't very old--- think they might have been Vints. Just real fucking unlucky ones."

"You find anything interesting?" Leaning in he playfully pressed himself flush against the other's chest with a pleading face, "Please say yes."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° @abanbas

[thedaschosen]

( ⌺ ) // WAVES WASH AGAINST SAND, THE SOUND LIKE A CURTAIN OF RAIN. wind stirs at the palm leaves -- the shadows in stripes upon the crow's form. golden honey eyes trace the horizon of the sea. in treviso -- there were canals, lapping at old bricks and history stained structures -- but in rivain, the ocean felt vast and endless.

" so, this is home ? " the white blonde haired crow inquires, looking up at the other, " never seen beaches like these ... honestly haven't travelled much out of treviso until now. " she admits, arms crossing as she shifts her boots in the sand below. // @abanbas liked for a starter !

[thundrer]

@abanbas surprised thor. after the boop on his nose the corner of his lips pulled into a genuine smile, it shines brightly that matches the delightful gleam in sky blue eyes. ❝ thank you. ❞ and he bows his head in appreciation.

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[berthindeath]

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs

―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. 

ahhh! i adore you, my darling. i will never stop singing your praises. you are a kind hearted soul and you've been here with me since i came back. you're honestly one of my favorite people ever.

[scvcnofswords]

@abanbas liked for a starter from HARROW THORNE

"In case I forgot to mention it before," Harrow says, leaning hard on their shield. "I hate swamps. And I hate Hossberg. The swamps here are much worse than the ones in Amaranthine. I never thought I'd say that." Their head bows down a moment and they take a long, deep breath, before straightening back up and looking to their compatriot, worry creasing their tattooed brow. "Are you alright? Shrieks can be very nasty to fight, especially in places where your movement is restricted." A pause and they look to a pouch on their belt.

"I've got plenty of first-aid gear, but my own first aid skills are limited to cleaning and stitching. I'm much better at breaking things than fixing them, I fear."

[rookfang]

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs

*  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

NIKOOOOOOO I LOV UUUUUUUUU i love that you're so fun to talk to and have SUCH GOOD TASTE IN MUSIC and that you've put so much love and work into sire and ugh ugh ugh. you're just so neat!!!!!!! also your url is so fun to say its a genuine like. stim word for me now. you've cursed me.

[paterfang]

@abanbas said, “ if you really wanna stay, i'll go alone. ”

LONG LOST | ACCEPTING.

THE QUIET OF HIS QUARTERS somehow lacks any peace; the air feels thick, hot, sticking to the back of Charon's neck and slow, slow, slow dripping down in beads between his shoulder blades.  Brown eyes glance around, the warmth of the candles sputtering.  Sire stands at the door, frame so supposedly imposing and yet he is so...  vibrant?  A color yet to unseen; a brightness and levity and an enchanting expression.  Burning bright, outside of his customs and outside of his range of experience.  

“ Or— Or you could stay.  As well. ”  It falls out the Legatus' mouth; dropped like a glass globe onto the ground, shattering with the silence that follows.  Mercy from the Maker would not come, the air would continue to hold until he further explained himself.  “ I have enough tea to last the night, a-and could use assistance, translating these letters.  They are in Qunlat, and I— ”  Can read Qunlat fluently, actually.  It was basically required in his post.  “ — Could use a second pair of eyes. ”

[fina1act]

"I missed you, kitten."

›   𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 ╱ always accepting.

his little sweet , raphael only could spare a devil's grin, a self-satisfied and all too proud look on his face. he refused to say it back , he'd have to work hard for that. raphael gazed him up and down and the sated imagery of him on his knees had entered his wicked mind. with his sharp claws , he caressed sire's cheek. it was gentle at first , ❛ have you got something for me , sweetheart? ❜ and rough when he grasped his chin, ❛ show me .... just how much you missed me ❜ laced with seduction as eyes darken, yet there was almost a hint of tenderness, gazing lovingly at sire.

[fatewoven]

we havent rp'd much but you'd said such nice and wonderful things to me this year! I hope we can get closer in the future and explore the world of thedas together!

// you are terribly sweet, thank you! And thank you for your patience, I hope we can write more together soon...soon... I just think Sire is such a neat concept and your love for him is really delightful <3

[combatmelodies]

@abanbas asked: i know things have been complicated, but i'm glad you're here.

Callaia tilts her head as her soft green eyes catches the flicker of firelight dancing across Sire's features. The weight of his words hung between them, almost tangible, like Rivaini air before a beautiful storm. She lets the words settle as a soft grin tugs at her lips.

"Complicated is one...of many...ways to put it," she laughs lightly, with a hinted warmth beneathe her tone. Her hands busy themselves with the strap of her sheathe; adjusting the worn leather and offering repairs where needed. It's been done so many times, she doesn't even know she's doing it. "But you know me. I thrive in messes, deadend leads, and complicated hurdles. 'always a song for chaos'," Her smile all but softens as she looks up at him.

"I'm glad you're here too, for what its worth. Whatever trouble we find ourselves in, it's a little less scary with you by my side."

[dreadwo1f]

* 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. ⧼ lily rose depp , the weeknd - dollhouse ⧽

solas with his head held high and arms held behind his back. a confident demeanor with pride in his stance. he shatters the illusion of freedom and the false promises of no games. “  i’m deep inside your mind. there is no escape for you. ”

@abanbas