#dragon age survey

[oediex]

The Big Dragon Age Survey! 🎮 ✍️

Hello everyone!

May I present to you a labour of blood, sweat, tears, and love:

The Big Dragon Age Survey!

This is a survey for all lovers of Dragon Age, whether you have played the games yourself, or have watched others play them! I don't care how you engage with the series, if you love Dragon Age, then this survey is for you.

If you know someone who loves Dragon Age, whether on Tumblr or elsewhere, please do tag them and/or send them a link to the survey. The more the merrier!

The survey will be open through the month of May 2024. I will close it once we roll into June. I will publish the results of the survey as quickly as possible, so I imagine that will also be in June, but please be patient, since it's a lot of information!

The survey should take about 15-20 minutes to complete. (But please don't quote me on that.) (In fact, if your experience is different, please let me know and I will adjust this information!)

There are four main sections to the survey:

A section on the Dragon Age series in general, and BioWare.

A section on the three main Dragon Age games, covering many of the choices you make in the game - this, as you can imagine, is the biggest section

A section on Dragon Age and fandom

A section on the Dragon Age fandom demographic.

I want to make clear that no one but me (Oedie) will see the raw data of this survey. Any information that will be shared publicly will be statistics/generalised. I will never share any information that can be easily identified. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message me on discord (oedie) or Tumblr (@oediex) and I will try to help you in any way I can.

Also, please note that none of the questions are required, although you are encouraged to complete them all. All answers are anonymous and no e-mail addresses are collected for this survey. If you're still concerned, you can always complete this survey in an incognito window!

Alright, so now for the actual link - here it is!

Thank you so much for contributing to this survey and for sharing with people who also love Dragon Age! ❤️🎮

[seeker-ophelia]

Mythal'Enatse friend 🙏

Hi Veilguard Friends!

I made a Veilguard Survey!

I want you to tell me how you felt about the game!

Why? Well mostly cuz I'm a curious little kitten, but also because I want to make a "Keep" DLC Script for Veilguard, and to do that I need to know how people feel and what they care about.

I do not have a ton of followers, so if you'd share/reblog this I would be much obliged! The more responses I get the better!

If making a "Dragon Age for the Fans" DLC sounds interesting to you, and you're a fic writer, or an artist, or a lore hound, or you just have *feelings* HMU.

My working name for this is Agents of Fen'Harel. Thanks for reading and plzplzplz do my survey. TYSM in advance!

[dalishious]

Dragon Age Romancing Survey Results

Romance is one of the many fun aspects that the Dragon Age games has to offer. I myself have romanced every available love interest throughout all the games at least once, and this led me to question how common that was among other players. Thus, I created this survey to examine the romancing experiences in the fandom on tumblr.

Please keep in mind though, a couple biases: This survey was only circulated through tumblr, and also likely leans towards followers of this blog specifically. As such, the results do not capture the entirety of the player-base! For example, we know for a fact from BioWare’s own shared statistics that Leliana is the most romanced love interest in Dragon Age: Origins. But that is not what is shown from this specific survey.

Dragon Age: Origins

26% of respondents romanced all love interests at least once.

47% of respondents romanced Morrigan at least once.

76% of respondents romanced Alistair at least once.

55% of respondents romanced Leliana at least once.

79% of respondents romanced Zevran at least once.

40% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Alistair the most.

40% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Zevran the most.

14% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Leliana the most.

6% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Morrigan the most.

Dragon Age II

11% of respondents romanced all love interests at least once.

67% of respondents romanced Anders at least once.

59% of respondents romanced Isabela at least once.

75% of respondents romanced Fenris at least once.

53% of respondents romanced Merrill at least once.

18% of respondents romanced Sebastian at least once.

31% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Anders the most.

15% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Isabela the most.

42% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Fenris the most.

12% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Merrill the most.

1% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Sebastian the most.

Dragon Age: Inquisition

7% of respondents romanced all love interests at least once.

29% of respondents romanced Cassandra at least once.

55% of respondents romanced Solas at least once.

43% of respondents romanced Sera at least once.

42% of respondents romanced Blackwall at least once.

57% of respondents romanced Dorian at least once.

47% of respondents romanced Iron Bull at least once.

57% of respondents romanced Josephine at least once.

47% of respondents romanced Cullen at least once.

2% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Cassandra the most.

23% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Solas the most.

11% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Sera the most.

8% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Blackwall the most.

25% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Dorian the most.

9% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Iron Bull the most.

12% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Josephine the most.

11% of respondents who have played the game more than once said they romanced Cullen the most.

[dragonagepolls]

From @nikkikan: I had fun messing around with some friends and getting the most out of the combat mechanics but never see anyone else talk about it on here.

[avoskorm]

Least favourite character in Dragon Age: Inquisition?

The Requisition Officer.

Stop interrupting the party banter for fuck's sake.

[oldandcrusty]

Survey - Analysing Jinx (Arcane) and Anders (Dragon Age 2)

I'm a researcher by profession and an author by aspiration.

I find the similarities between Anders and Jinx interesting, particularly because I experienced their stories quite differently. I therefore wanted to explore how they were written and what writers could learn from these two examples.

Feel free to fill out this survey if you want to help me in my research. You need not have played/watched both pieces of media to complete this survey.

I'll be providing a summary of the findings in a couple of months, once I have enough data to analyse. This will hopefully be insightful to both writers and non-writers.

It will also be very level-headed. I'm not in the business of bashing fans or individuals. I want to see what works, what doesn't work, and what we can learn from it.

[mabaris]

[rpgchoices]

Last day to submit your answers for the DA romances survey!! During the weekend I will put together all the results

[wickedapostate]

Veilguard Intended Romance Statistics

While of course nothing is set in stone at the moment, I am very curious about who is intending to romance each of the companions of Veilguard. So I've put together surveys for each covering information about the Rook along with the other main characters of the worldstate they're from, excluding the Orlesian Warden-Commander.

These surveys have been put together exclusively on mobile, so if they have any problems that likely is why. Please do inform me though if there are any critical issues or exclusions.

At some point, at maximum the Veilguard release date, these surveys will be closed and I'll be compiling the information from them and posting it here. This is because I'm currently most interested in the pre-release trends and documenting them, I am certain there will be similar surveys after the game is released.

I am looking for as big a sample size as possible, so please feel free to share this far and wide in any Dragon Age related groups and spaces you may be part of.

Without further ado, the surveys. Please take any you feel are applicable to who you are planning to romance in Veilguard.

Bellara

Davrin

Emmerich Volkarin

Lace Harding

Lucanis Dellamorte

Neve Gallus

Taash

Update: October 30th 2024 is now when these surveys will close!

[oediex]

There's something I didn't include in the Big Dragon Age Survey (now closed) that I meant to, so I'm going to make it into a poll now, especially with the new information regarding romance in Dragon Age: The Veilguard

I think both are valid, so let's be nice to each other, and keep note not to refer to the first option as "playersexual".

[idkyetxoxo]

Davos Blackwood- Sworn To Her

Summary - Set out to command loyalty. She captures the attention of Davos Blackwood, whose admiration turns into a desperate yearning for her command. He is left begging her to dictate their fate, blurring the lines between duty and passion in a world on the brink of chaos.

Pairing - Davos Blackwood x Velaryon reader

Warnings - Sexual content (smut!)

Word count - 2671

Masterlist for Davos • House of the Dragon General Masterlist

As I descended from Silverwing's saddle, her silvered wings casting long shadows over the gathered men, I wasted no time. 

Steeling my shoulders and crossing my arms, I surveyed the assembly with a steady, unyielding gaze. 

"What would you do for your queen?" I asked, each word deliberate, carrying the weight of command. My voice was as resolute as the steel at my hip, and the men before me, some of the Riverlands' most notable lords, could only stare back, captivated and uncertain.

I had not anticipated taking on the task of rallying allies myself. 

This was not my mother's plan, nor mine. But circumstances had grown desperate, and when the tides of war demand action, sometimes it is best to seize the reins oneself. 

With Jace far off in the Vale, seeking support from its reluctant lords, I had been left to stand here alone, face to face with the lords of the Riverlands. 

We had both become sick of the sluggish, uncertain steps our allies were taking in this conflict. 

If loyalty to our mother had to be secured with words of fire and a glimpse of dragon wings, then so be it.

Despite Baela's cautions about appearing before these men alone, here I stood. I let my gaze fall slowly across each face, daring them to look away, to doubt the resolve that burned in my eyes.

The scent of wet earth and moss filled the air, the Riverlands heavy with the coolness of dusk. 

I felt the prickling bite of evening mist, seeping through my clothes and clinging to my skin, as though the land itself resisted my presence.

"I expect an answer," I said, my voice sharpened with an edge of impatience. 

Behind me, Silverwing shifted, her massive frame rippling, the low rumble from her throat a reminder of her presence and the deadly promise she held. Her groan cut through the silence like a blade, the sound echoing over the valley and making several men visibly shiver.

I wondered if my mother would approve of what I'd done here, of this choice to face these men alone. 

She'd taught me to lead with strength, but she'd also warned me that loyalty was not always won through power. 

Yet here I was, wielding Silverwing's shadow and my own authority like a blade, desperate to secure the allies we needed.

After a tense pause, a young man with curly brown hair stepped forward, his shoulders squared in reluctant acceptance. 

He was near my own age, yet I could see the weight of his house's loyalty bearing down on him. Oscar Tully, son of House Tully, the Rivermen's pride, looked up at me with a solemn expression.

"We swear fealty to the true queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen," he proclaimed, his voice clear and unwavering as he knelt, head bowed in respect. 

A ripple of movement followed his action as, one by one, each man lowered himself in allegiance, their fealty pledged not to mere words but to the queen herself.

My gaze swept over them, searching for any hint of insincerity, any flicker of hesitation. 

My eyes settled on a knight of House Blackwood, his lips curling into a smirk even as he knelt, meeting my gaze with a glint of something—admiration or challenge, perhaps—that caught me off guard.

The men here had sworn themselves to the queen—and they knew, as I did, that the true cost of their oaths would soon be paid in fire and blood.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the Riverlands and cast a warm amber glow across the hall, a feast was prepared in my honour. 

It was modest by the standards of a royal banquet, but the lords of the Riverlands had done their best, arranging tables heaped with venison, fresh-baked bread, and flagons of wine. 

Musicians played soft, lilting tunes, and candles flickered warmly in the sconces along the stone walls. 

I accepted each polite nod, each murmured "Princess," but my mind was elsewhere, fixed on the allies we would need and the battles to come.

Yet, amidst the formalities, a pair of dark eyes followed my every movement. Davos Blackwood. 

I'd noticed his gaze in the crowd before, but here in the soft candlelight, his attention was both bold and unapologetic. 

He was older than me by a few years, yet young enough to wear his loyalty openly. 

I caught him watching me as I moved between tables, his look tinged with something both admiring and dangerous—a lingering intensity that quickened my pulse.

As the feast wore on, the hall grew rowdy and loud, the laughter of men drunk on wine and the thrill of new alliance filling the air. 

I slipped quietly away, leaving the raucous sounds behind, and wandered through the corridors, searching for a moment of solitude. 

But I soon found I was not alone.

Davos stepped out of the shadows as if he had been waiting, his expression holding that same dark smirk I had noticed earlier. 

He met my gaze, his face half-illuminated by the light of a single torch flickering nearby. 

We stood in a small, dim room, the air thick with the tension that had simmered between us since that moment in the hall. 

He was quiet, his eyes fixed on mine, a slight tilt to his head that spoke of restrained intensity.

"You commanded them well, Princess," he said, his tone both respectful and tinged with that same smouldering intensity I'd felt earlier. "I don't believe I've ever seen men twice your age look so humbled—captivated, even." 

His eyes held mine, his admiration palpable. "It's no small feat to command a room of lords as you did."

I arched a brow, letting a slight smile play on my lips. "The men of the Riverlands needed a reminder of who they serve."

"They did," he agreed, his voice just above a whisper. "And it's clear to me now that you are every bit your mother's daughter."

A quiet heat simmered between us as his words sank in, and something unspoken passed in the space between us, making my heart quicken. 

"And will you serve as loyally as the others, Ser Davos?" I asked, testing the boundaries of this strange new familiarity.

He took a step closer, the flickering torchlight casting shadows across his face. 

"I cannot speak for the others, Princess," he began, his voice low and steady, "but know that I would gladly lay down my life for the queen." His eyes searched my face, lingering with a heat that made my breath catch. 

"And for her daughter."

My heart quickened at his words, but I kept my composure, arching an eyebrow. "Oh?" I replied, my tone light, even teasing. "And what, Ser Davos, would you do for the princess?"

The corner of his mouth lifted as he stepped closer, his gaze never wavering from mine. 

"Absolutely anything she desires," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words filled with an intensity that left no room for misunderstanding.

The space between us was small, the warmth of his presence close enough to feel, and yet I held my ground, unwilling to break the tension. The air felt electric, charged with an unspoken promise. 

I leaned in, my voice a soft murmur. "Anything, you say?"

His eyes darkened, the smirk fading into something sharper, fiercer. 

"Anything," he confirmed, his gaze holding mine as if daring me to command him.

For a heartbeat, the only sound was the crackling torch on the wall, and the distance between us felt like a thread, thin and taut. 

Here, in this quiet room away from the feasting and noise, with Davos looking at me as though he would march into fire if I asked it, I felt the heady power of my position, and something more—a stirring that felt as dangerous as it did exhilarating.

"I am pleased to hear that," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath, but he caught every word. 

Davos inclined his head slightly, his eyes never leaving mine, a mark of respect mingled with an undeniable longing that set a spark between us.

"For there is much I would like," I continued, letting the words linger, each one wrapped in the promise of something unspoken. 

The insinuation was clear, and I watched a small grin lift the corners of his mouth, as though my words had unlocked a wish he dared not voice. He looked at me like he could scarcely believe his fortune, his gaze dark with wonder and disbelief. 

A princess, standing close enough for him to touch, and more than willing.

His eyes dropped for a brief moment, almost as if he needed to remind himself to breathe, and then his voice, roughened and warm, found its way back. 

"With a dragon as mighty as yours, I'm certain there is little you would be denied," he murmured, his hand lifting as though moved by some magnetic force. 

His fingers brushed against my cheek, a soft, tentative touch, almost as if he expected me to draw back, to laugh at his audacity, to reassert my place above him. But I didn't. 

I leaned into his touch, allowing his hand to linger, my skin tingling beneath his fingertips.

The briefest flash of surprise flared in his eyes, tempered quickly by something darker, something more consuming. 

My pulse quickened, the heat between us simmering into something almost unbearable. 

I was a princess—he knew that. And yet here we were, standing inches apart, the gap between duty and desire swiftly fading into nothing. 

For the first time, his loyalty was not to some distant queen or some abstract ideal; his loyalty, his yearning, was here, directed entirely at me.

Slowly, I leaned in, letting my words drift just past his ear, so close that I felt his breath catch. 

"I do not wish to take my pleasures by force," I murmured, my voice a soft invitation, a promise that was as powerful as any order. 

A shiver ran through him, and his fingers tightened just slightly against my cheek as if anchoring himself in this impossible moment.

The air was thick with the unspoken, and I felt him hesitate, battling the disbelief that a princess would want someone like him, a knight whose station fell far below hers. 

Yet his longing was palpable, a heady tension that electrified the space between us. 

When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost reverent. "What would you have me do, Princess?" he asked, his tone weighted with more than just desire. 

It was devotion, his words woven with a quiet, reckless yearning as if he would tear the stars from the sky if I asked it.

I looked into his eyes, letting the silence stretch, each heartbeat a steady thrum that only deepened the pull between us. 

"Anything," I replied, a whisper that held within it the hint of a command and a promise all at once.

His gaze fell to my lips, and his breath shuddered like he was grounding himself in the impossible reality that he was here, with me, alone and permitted to wish for more. 

He let his hand trail down, tracing the line of my jaw with a featherlight touch, his fingers lingering near my neck where he could feel my pulse racing under his fingertips. 

His eyes were dark, wide, caught in some quiet awe, his body tense with restraint.

"Say it," he whispered, his voice rough. "Say what you would want of me, and I am yours."

"Command me," he begged, his voice softened by that same restrained yearning that had chased me all night.

For a moment, the gravity of our situation fell away, leaving only two people drawn together by a desire as dangerous as it was irresistible. I leaned in, my mouth a breath away from his. 

"For now," I whispered, letting the moment dangle like a thread between us, "I only want this."

His lips brushed against mine, tentative at first as if he could scarcely believe that I'd allowed him this close. 

But then, the restraint fell away, the delicate thread snapping, and we were pressed together in a kiss that held every bit of tension, every unspoken promise.

My hands slid to his clothes, and his eyes flashed with surprise before yielding, allowing me to undress him piece by piece. His gaze clung to me, astonished, as though he still couldn't believe I was here with him. 

I stripped off my riding leathers as fast as my hands could manage, hungry to feel the pleasure I'd been craving for far too long.

The war had stolen much from me, stripping me down to my bones, and tonight, I wanted only one thing: to lose myself, to drown in a rapture that would make me forget it all, even if just for a night.

"Bed me," I whispered when we were bare before each other, skin flushed, breaths mingling in the cool night air.

He froze, his gaze tracing my form as if I were a vision, something ethereal, almost too good to be true. His lips parted in silent awe, eyes raking over every line and curve as though I were an angel who had slipped into his grasp.

"Your wish," he breathed, finally snapping back to himself, "is my command." 

He guided me down to the stone floor, its chill biting into my skin, a startling contrast that only heightened my senses.

His lips found my neck, pressing fevered, insistent kisses that sent shivers racing across my skin. A contented sigh slipped from me as I surrendered to the sensation.

He gently parted my legs, settling between them, and I welcomed the feel of him, my thighs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. 

He moved with urgency, as though he sought release from something unspoken, a fever only I could soothe. 

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, the feeling consuming, erasing all else.

"Oh gods," he murmured, his voice reverent, as he looked down at me, his face filled with wonder. "You...you are a vision." His words, filled with awe, only stoked the flames in me. 

I met his gaze, my body pliant beneath his, feeling like I could stay lost in this moment forever, his desire feeding mine, each of us chasing the other's heat, until the rest of the world faded away.

My heart thudded in time with his, our bodies aligned and perfectly matched, an effortless rhythm that made me feel whole as if this one night could wash away a thousand memories of darkness and despair.

I held his gaze, feeling myself surrender completely, caught in his spell, in the heat and warmth of his presence as he chased pleasure from me with a patience that made my body tremble. 

I was unravelling, each touch, each movement, pulling me apart in the most exquisite way, and I realized I wanted to let him, to let this moment consume every hidden part of me.

His breaths quickened, and he pressed his forehead against mine, grounding us both in that intimate space, and I could feel his heart pounding, as though echoing my own. 

I held him there, one hand tangling in his hair, the other tracing the contours of his back, feeling the strength of him as we both surrendered.

Finally, in a crescendo of pleasure that took my breath away, I felt myself shatter beneath him, lost in the haze of pure, undiluted bliss. 

He followed close behind, his body tense before he released in a shudder that shook us both, his face a picture of utter, unguarded ecstasy.

Slowly, he leaned back, brushing a strand of hair from my face with a tenderness that seemed almost out of place here on the cold stone floor, surrounded by shadows and memories. 

He traced his fingers along my jaw, as though I were something precious, rare, his eyes softened by the afterglow.

And there, entangled together in the flickering dark, we let the silence embrace us, lost in the warmth and comfort of knowing, for this moment, we were exactly where we both wanted to be.

A/n - This was fun to write, teeny tiny bit inspired by Jude and Cardan from 'The Folk of the Air' series (if you squint basc)

[dalishious]

Dragon Age Romancing Survey

Okay. In light of me just now finding out I am an outlier in having romanced every single companion in every single game at least once, I am curious to know who of those companions has and hasn't been romanced by the fandom to what degree. So, I made a little survey!

It should only take about a minute to fill out. If you've played any of the Dragon Age games at least once, please share your experiences with the romance aspect!

I'll share the results in a week from now (on 6-July-2024).

[shem-fatale]

Dragon Age Inquisition: "Canon" Choices Survey Results!

Tell us about your personal "canon" Inquisitor who will make an appearance in The Veilguard? What were their choices? Answers to this short survey were collected via a tumblr post between June 11th and June 22nd 2024. I have since found out which of the choices mentioned will and will not affect DA:TV but I will include all questions anyway. Text version and tags under the cut!

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1. Who is your "canon" Inquisitor and are/were they in a relationship with another DAI character? Female Adaar/Blackwall - 1% Female Lavellan/Blackwall - 1% Male Lavellan/Josephine- 1% Male Lavellan/The Iron Bull- 1% Male Trevelyan/Cassandra - 1%

Female Lavellan/Josephine - 2% Female Trevelyan/Josephine- 2% Male Lavellan - no romance - 2%

Female Adaar/The Iron Bull - 3% Male Adaar/Dorian - 3%

Female Trevelyan/Blackwall - 4%

Female Adaar/Josephine - 6% Male Trevelyan/Dorian - 6%

Female Lavellan/Cullen - 7%

Male Lavellan/Dorian - 12%

Female Trevelyan/Cullen - 13%

Female Lavellan/Solas - 33% Added headcanon comment from @spiders-scribbles: Male Adaar/The Iron Bull "Kas is played with the female model cause I hate how bulky the male Qunari body is and also trans reasons" <3 And another one from @doves-wing: Female Cadash/Josephine "i think they have an open relationship and so my quizzy has dated iron bull though that relationship ends before trespasser. she is still with josie though." <3 2. What combat class and specialisation apply to your "canon" Inquisitor?

Warrior/Two-Handed/Templar - 0% Warrior/Weapon and Shield/Templar - 0%

Rogue/Daggers/Artificer - 1% Warrior/Two-Handed/Champion - 1% Warrior/Weapon and Shield/Reaver - 1%

Warrior/Two-Handed/Reaver - 3% Rogue/Archer/Tempest - 3% Warrior/Weapon and Shield/Champion - 3%

Mage/Necromancer - 4%

Rogue/Archer/Artificer - 5% Rogue/Archer/Assassin - 5% Rogue/Daggers/Tempest - 5%

Rogue/Daggers/Assassin - 8%

Mage/Rift Mage - 30%

Mage/Knight-Enchanter - 32% 3. Did the Inquisition form an alliance with the Mages or with the Templars?

Mages - 86%

Templars - 14% 4. Who was left behind in the Fade?

Alistair - 5%

Loghain - 9%

Hawke - 29%

Stroud - 57% 5. Did the Inquisition give the Wardens a second chance?

Yes - 89%

No - 11% 6. Who rules Orlais?

Gaspard - 1%

Celene - 10%

Gaspard as Briala's puppet - 14%

Truce between all parties - 32%

Celene and Briala - 43% 7. Who drank from the Well of Sorrows?

Morrigan - 48%

The Inquisitor - 52% 8. Who becomes Divine Victoria at the end of DA:I?

Vivienne - 7%

Cassandra - 18%

Leliana - 75% 9. What happened to the Inquisition at the end of Trespasser?

The Inquisition continues in the service of Divine Victoria - 17%

The Inquisition was disbanded - 83%

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A big thank you to:

@themightynej

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@slothsoep

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@ellie-shy

@spaaace-ace

@infinitediversities

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@re-venge

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@ennayeliah

@alesdaer

@what-ever-this-is-man

@maintitle

@doves-wing

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@robinthewarden

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@tyralily

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@precious-gem-of-a-cat @onlypartiallystars

@spiders-scribbles @titanwolfackerman @nervousparsnip @sowrongbutsowrite @argonian-at-heart @too-caught-up-in-moves @yjannu @lilywasx and also to everyone who didn't want to be tagged, plus everyone who spelled their user names wrong! I figured out some of the typos but some of you left me some crazy riddles hehe. <3

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hello! I was wondering, if you'd like, could you write a hc for Toshiro, Shinji and Shunsui (and if you'd like to add any other characters), dealing with a fem!reader who just won't confess her love, even though it's very obvious? It can be fluff or smut, whatever you prefer. I would love to see what you come up with! Thank you very much in advance! 💗

Bleach Men and Shy Reader

Hello! Sorry it took me a while to get to this! I'm always struggling to keep characterization accurate which is why this took forever. I love this request btw. So I just didn't get a HC feel for this because I felt like half the fun was in the dialogue of getting reader to confess. So I wrote scenarios instead. Hope you don't mind! ^_^' All fluff, slightly suggestive at places but mostly harmless.

icons by @/pfpanimes and @/xoxomyseriesxoxo

Toshiro (aged up)

"Y/n, I think we're good. We got all the information we need."

Toshiro runs a hand through his hair, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he takes in their surroundings one last time. Their surveying mission had gone well and he was hoping to get back to Soul Society before the sun sets.

"Y/n...?"

He looks around, then his face turns into a look of exasperation as he sees you petting Hyorinmaru like a puppy. Even Hyorinamru seemed to be enjoying the attention, eyes closed, making a loud rumbling noise which he supposed could be comparable to a cat purring.

You were some distance away so he starts to walk over to you as you press your forehead against the large ice dragon's face. It was perplexing why Hyorinmaru behaved the way he did around you, but of course, zanpakuto were mainifestations of their owners. Hitsugaya's face relaxed slighty and took on a softer expression as you continued to play with Hyorinmaru. He was also uncomfortably aware of the way his heart beat a little faster when you were around. Perhaps that's why his zanpakuto behaved similarly.

You were cooing at the large blue dragon. "You're such a good boy. The best ice dwagon...yes..."

You press a kiss to Hyorinmaru's face. Softly, you then say, "I wonder if Hitsugaya taicho feels it when I kiss you..."

Hitsugaya freezes, wondering if he should say something. He didn't feel it, but wouldn't it be wondrous if he could?

"Y/n," he calls out, making you jump. Your face turns red, and you quickly try to compose yourself.

"Hitsugaya taicho! I apologize, I didn't hear you. Are we done with our mission?"

"Yes...I believe we are." He hesitates before saying, "What were you telling Hyorinmaru before?"

You feel your heart racing and try to brush off his question. "It's nothing! I was just being silly. He's a very sweet dragon."

"Yes, I suppose he can be..."

A moment of awkward silence passes between you both before you say, "We'd better get back to Soul Society huh?" Trying to pass over your awkward exchange, you slip past Hitsugaya and start walking back. Hyorinmaru vanishes a minute later as Hitsugaya follows you.

After a few minutes, Hitsugaya quietly says, "I can't feel it."

Your heart skips a beat. Surely you must have heard wrong. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I can't feel it when you kiss Hyorinmaru."

A jolt of electricty runs through you. Had he heard that?! "Oh, well good. That would have been weird."

"Yeah I guess so...but...would it be a bad thing?"

"Would what be a bad thing?"

"If I could feel it."

You feel like your heart may leap out of your chest. A nervous laugh bubbles out of you. "Well you can't so...I guess we'll never know!"

"I mean you could just tell me."

Your words catch in your throat. When you talk again, they come out shaky. "Tell you what?"

"If it's good or bad."

A very palpable, tense, moment lingers between both of you. All that can be heard is the rustling of your robes and your footsteps as the both of you continue to walk.

"I guess...it wouldn't be...too bad, right?" You offer.

"No, I don't think it would be." Hitsugaya looks directly at you. "Those words weren't meant for Hyorinmaru to hear excusively were they?"

You look away. "Well I wasn't saying it out loud intentionally if that's what you mean."

"What's the worst that could've happened? If you had said those words to me?"

"You may have gotten the wrong impression of me..."

"Wrong impression? So you don't like me?"

Well you had kind stepped right into that question. "I...I..."

Why was it so hard to admit your feelings? Your eyes squeeze shut.

"Hey, y/n. It's ok." Hitsugaya pats your shoulder reassuringly. "How about this? I'll bring out Hyorinmaru. You can tell him whatever you want. If that makes it easier."

You look at him with gratitude in your eyes. You knew you weren't getting out of this one until Hitsugaya had a satisfactory answer.

With a small swish of reiatsu, Hyorinmaru appears in front of you. You look into the striking blue eyes of the dragon, so similar to its owner, and take its face between your hands.

"Hey Hyorinmaru," you say softly. "So, I just wanted to say. I think I like someone, and he knows it. But...I'm scared to admit my feelings because...deep down...I feel like he's worthy of someone more talented and special. So if you have an answer to this, please let me know."

Warm hands wrap around your waist and to your surprise, Hitsugaya pulls you against him, resting his cheek on the back of your head.

"Is this enough for an answer?"

You take a deep breath, cheeks pink as a peach.

"Yeah. More than enough."

Shinji

You and Shinji trudged back to his quarters after a particularly tiring mission. It wasn't uncommon for you recuperate in his quarters because his place was simply the closest to the gate when getting back into the Seiretei. And after a long gruelling mission, questions about appropriateness get tossed out the window.

Your muscles ache and you feel your reiatsu pulse as you force yourself to walk. The comforting feeling of the courtyards near Shinji's quarters fill your senses.

"Not too far along now y/n. You can shower first this time."

You look at Shinji side eyed, remembering how the last time he'd hidden the soap when you had made a dash to the bathroom to shower first.

Clearly he was remembering it too because he smirks at you and says, "How about next time, you bring your own soap, you freeloader?"

"I'm a rookie shinigami, taicho. I hardly make enough to afford luxuries like soap." You respond sarcastically.

"You just wanna use mine because you like the way I smell. Admit it. You get off on having my scent on your skin." Shinji says teasingly, giving you a shit-eating grin.

The color rises in your face and you look away. It was true but you couldn't admit that. Instead you say, "As if. Like I enjoy smelling like your cheap deodarant."

"And how would you know my deodarant smells cheap? Have you been going through my toiletries y/n? Like some kind of pervert?" Shinji nudges you playfully.

"Why I might have to start hiding my boxers, in case I find you in my room sniffing around at night."

"Eeewww," you say, wrinkling your nose. You start to walk faster so that you're ahead of him, not wanting him to see how fantastically red your face is getting.

Chuckling, Shinji sprints after you, grabbing the back of your shihakusho, and bringing you to his side, arm draping possessively around your shoulders so that you can't move.

"Taicho," you say through gritted teeth. "What would happen if someone sees us this way? It's very unbecoming of a captain."

"Strange, I don't seem to recall you saying that whenever you crash at my place after a mission." Shinji stops walking and turns so that he's facing you, blocking your way, a hand on each of your shoulders.

You can't look at him now, and drop your gaze. "That's...different. I sleep in your spare bedroom. We both know that and would say the same. But this kind of behavior...out here in the open...someone might mistake us..."

"Mistake us how exactly?" Shinji presses, not relenting at the fact that you're barely able to keep your head up now. "Mistake us as...lovers?"

He drawls the last word and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart races and you can't seem to think of a comeback. He was so close to you and his hands were holding on tight.

"N-no," you stammer, trying to keep calm.

"No? What else could they mistake us for that's gotten you so red?" Shinji takes a step closer to you and grasps your chin, lifting you face up to look at his. Helpless, you look into his brown eyes which are looking at yours with amusement.

When you fail to reply, he continues. "There's plenty of reasons they could mistake us for lovers, y/n. I mean, we cuddle on the couch."

"That's because-"

"We've eaten together so many times I've lost count." He barrels over your objection. "Your toothbrush is in a cup on my bathroom counter. Do I need to keep giving you more examples about how unconventional our relationship is? It definitely isn't a captain-subordinate one anymore."

Caught, you try to jerk your face out of his grip which only tightens. "Well, doll? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're living with me, but you seem to be trying to convince yourself otherwise."

"I-that's-" you sputter, trying to retort. "How about the fact that we don't feel that way about each other? Doesn't that count for anything?" you say desperately, hoping for a final chance to keep your heart from getting hurt.

Shinji's expression changes from amusement to thoughfulness. "Don't feel that way about each other...hmm...so...why am I teasing you this way? Why do I allow you to cuddle up to me when we're watching TV? Why am I here, forcing you to look at me, and making my intentions known if I don't feel that way about you?"

Your heart skips a beat and you quit struggling. He couldn't possibly...?

"And why are you blushing so much when I say all this? Why haven't you stopped looking at my lips this whole time?" His voice becomes a soft timbre and his hands drop from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Why are you so resistant to what you're feeling towards me?"

Your chest swells with emotion as his words wash over you. For the longest time, you'd hidden your feelings, hoping he wouldn't notice. Because how embarrssing and cliche? A subordinate falling for her captain?

"I...may...like you as more...than my captain..." You admit grudgingly.

"There we go. Now was that so hard?" Shinji rests his thumbs on your cheeks, stroking gently. "For the record, I'm not playing around. I'm serious."

You peek up at him. "Promise?"

"Well...I'm not a fan of making promises I can't keep- OUCH!" Shinji lets out a yelp of pain as you shove him hard in the ribs before scurrying off towards his quarters.

Humbled, he quickly chases after you. "Y/n! I am dead serious! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"

When he hears you laughing, his eyes narrow.

"Very well then doll...I suppose I'll have to torture the confession out of you while hiding the soap again...maybe this time after you've gotten in the shower..."

Shunsui

Your eyes roam over the voluptous shinigami talking to Shunsui. He certainly seems to have a type. You sigh and try to focus on your own work. Being an aide to Shunsui has been insightful in terms of getting experience but also an eye-opening period where you would see how many women seem to sidle up to him for attention.

Shunsui chuckles at the woman before she saunters out, hips swaying. He fixes his hat and stretches, the neck of his shihakusho slipping down to reveal his toned pecs.

Such a slut you think to yourself as you try to finish your paperwork. Although, truth be told, you weren't sure if that was entirely true. Women went up to him all the time, sure. How many of those women made it back to his quarters was another question entirely. Not as many as people thought, according to Nanao.

Shunsui glances over at you, a cheeky smile widening over his face. "Enjoying the view?" he teases, as you suddenly flush, realizing you'd been staring shamelessly at his chest for the past minute.

"N-no," you stammer. "Just wondering how brazen you must be to have your shihakusho practically untied while in the office."

"Not as brazen as my subordinate who's been visually feeling me up," he shoots back with a wink.

You quickly look back to your paperwork. Was it your fault he was an attractive looking man for his age? You heart thuds in your chest and you take a deep breath to calm down. This does not go unnoticed by Kyoraku who puts his face on his palm, leaning on his desk looking at you.

"Let's get a drink tonight."

Surely you misheard him. "...What?"

"I know you heard me y/n." He chuckles, a rich, low, rumble emanating from his throat. "And based on what I've seen, I think you've imagined more than having a drink with me."

Your throat goes dry. "You got that...from a one-off look?" Your words come out like a croak.

"Well darling, you've been making eyes at me all evening. Thought I'd save you the trouble." He gets up from the desk and wanders over towards you.

Your brain goes into panic mode. "I-I can't. Busy today."

"Ah hm...I see." Shunsui says in that lazy way, getting closer to you. "Busy. So very busy. Tell me. What plans do you have tonight that you're too busy to get a drink with your captain?"

Your mind blanks out at his question. Seeing the look of disarray on your face, Shunsui offers you a sympathetic pat. "I can give you a minute if you need to come up with an excuse. Maybe pretend to watch the birds outside?"

Your cheeks burn at his suggestion. "Unnecessary. Clearly I don't have one. Apart from I don't want to."

"Now why's that? I like you, and you seem to return the feeling. I've been around long enough to know when a woman is interested in me. So what's the problem?"

"I'm your subordinate. And with your reputation I don't wish to be another statistic in your book."

"Statistic?" Shunsui looks at you with sharp eyes. "Darling, how many women do you think I've been with?"

"I don't know. 2000 years is a long time."

He looks stunned at your words then sighs deeply. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not thinking of making you a 'statistic'. I actually like you."

Your heart races. "Say that again."

"I like you. I'm not too proud to hide how I feel. Now how about you stop insulting me and admit you like me too?"

You take a deep breath. "I'll have a drink with you."

"Well that's a start I suppose."

"And tie up your damn shihakusho."

"And miss the chance to have you stare at me all night?" Shunsui's eyes glitter with mischief. "I think not."

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Text in image reads, "Game Team's Top Picks. Dragon Age: The Veilguard - Favorite Class to Play". Rogue wins, with Mage coming second and Warrior third. There is also a breakdown of the popularity of each specialization.

For Rogue, it's Veil Ranger, Saboteur, and Duelist in that order. For Mage, it's Spellblade, Death Caller, and Evoker. For Warrior, Slayer, Reaper, Champion.

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Midnight Excursion 🌙 (Ominis Gaunt x F!MC)

This fic was born after simping with @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog over the Ominis voice lines when you use Alohomora in front of him. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut || NSFW || p in v || f!ng3ring || they go at it on a classroom desk || characters are aged up, over 18 and in 7th year || mdni || (1.8k words)

The dungeons were completely still at this time of night, providing a menacing vibe to a part of the castle that was already eerie during daylight hours. It was shortly after midnight now, and the only sound to be heard was the soft taps of the girl’s footsteps as she tried to keep as quiet as possible. There was no one else around, although she swore she could hear another pair of footsteps following closely behind her, despite seeing no one every time she turned around. She eventually shook the worry off, chalking it up to nerves. 

She continued walking, passing the dragon statue before finding her destination on her left - a single locked door. She pointed her wand to the lock, whispering “Alohomora” at it. But as the lock popped open, a voice seemingly out of nowhere caused her to jump and drop her wand.

“Breaking in, are we? What is it that you’re up to?”

“Ominis!?” She exclaimed, as she watched the Slytherin boy materialize in front of her as he removed his disillusionment charm. 

“What are you doing sneaking about the castle this late at night!?” He snapped. She knew he couldn’t actually see her, but she could still feel his eyes digging into her skin. 

“What does it matter to you, Gaunt?! And you’re here too, meaning I could ask you the same question!”

Ominis huffed. “I’m NOT sneaking about. I was sitting in the Transfiguration Courtyard getting some air after not being able to sleep. I heard someone use the floo point in the courtyard and realized it was you, so I followed you. And it matters to me because I’m well aware of the sick interest you and Sebastian share. If your little midnight excursion has anything to do with the Dark Arts I swear on Merlin I will-”

“OH for the love of Merlin this is NOT about the Dark Arts! I haven’t thought about the Dark Arts since fifth year! I’m actually doing a favor for Mr. Moon.”

“Oh yes, that’s believable. Helping the groundskeeper with a task after midnight. Do you think I’m an idiot?!”

“Ominis you are incredibly annoying! If you must know, Mr. Moon has asked me to retrieve various statues that are scattered all over Hogwarts. They’re statues of Demiguise, and they only appear at night. Now are you done interrogating me?!”

Ominis’s scowl softened, but only slightly. “Fine. But I think I’ll stick around until you retrieve your statues, just to be sure.” 

The girl rolled her eyes, picking up her wand and pushing the unlocked door open. As she entered the room, she looked over at Ominis. His head was tilted downwards, but his wand was drawn, pointing at her, its red tip pulsating. He was studying her. She knew that this was Ominis’s way of studying a person or an object, him and his wand sharing some kind of mind connection she wished she knew more about, but didn’t thanks to their rocky relationship.

She knew Ominis hated her ever since fifth year, when their mutual best friend, Sebastian’s obsession with the Dark Arts almost got him killed. Ominis often blamed her for this, claiming that she “egged Sebastian on”, when she truthfully had nothing to do with it. It was a shame because she didn’t actually hate Ominis. She thought of him as a kind and loyal friend. She also found herself enamored with him, although she knew there was no way the feeling was mutual.

After they closed the door behind them, she went looking for her demiguise, while Ominis used his wand to survey the room. As her eyes locked on the statue, Ominis spoke. 

The Muggle Studies classroom? Odd choice for your statue to reside.”

She ignored him, picking up the statue. “Mine now, Demiguise.” she proclaimed as she shrunk the statue down and stored it away in her pocket. 

“Okay, I got what I came here for. Happy?” She began to walk back towards the classroom door when Ominis spoke again.

“You know, in my seven years here, I’ve never stepped foot in this classroom. My parents would never allow me to take this class. They see muggles as a plight to society. But, I don’t agree with that. They’re not bad people, they’re just misunderstood.”

She turned towards Ominis, a look of surprise on her face. Throughout her time at Hogwarts she had heard whispers about the Gaunt family and their disdain for muggles, as well as some claims that they even tortured and killed muggles. She had a hard time believing the torture claims, her attraction to him providing a bit of bias, but truthfully, she knew very little about him. Any attempt made to get to know him was shut down due to his distrust of her. 

“That’s surprising to hear, considering everything they say about you.”

“Everything they say about you.” Ominis scoffed. “Of course, you’re one of those. You believe every rumor that floats around about me! Yes, my family is full of muggle hating pureblood fanatics, but I am nothing like them! Bearing the Gaunt name is a curse and I have worked so hard to prove myself better than them, but still people would rather treat me like I’m a monster, and…why am I even defending myself to you! Nothing I say will ever change how you think of me!”

She was used to Ominis shouting at her for silly nonsense, but this was different. She could feel the pain in Ominis’s voice. Normally, she would have kept her feelings to herself, as she had this entire time, but the exasperation in Ominis’s bright blue eyes made her drop the filter she had placed on herself. 

“I don’t think that way about you! I never have.” Her sudden words caused Ominis to recoil in confusion. 

“I’ve always believed that deep down you’re a good person. It’s like you said about muggles - you’re not a bad person, Ominis, you’re just misunderstood.” She internally cringed at her own words and almost stopped talking entirely, but something compelled her to keep going.

I’ve always wanted to get to know you, maybe become your friend, maybe more than friends.” 

Regret filled her. If she didn’t already say too much, she certainly had now. She brought her gaze, which had previously been on the floor, up to Ominis to find a soft expression on his face. 

“More than friends?” he repeated softly as he approached her, closing the gap between them. 

A soft “yes” was all she could muster as her heart began to race, but that “yes” was all he needed.

Without a second of hesitation, Ominis’s hands grabbed her cheeks, pulling her into a rough kiss. Her brain needed a moment to catch up before she returned his kiss with the same level of passion, as she threw her arms around his neck. Ominis moved his hands from her cheeks to her hips, picking her up slightly so that she’d be seated on the desk she had been standing against.

Her legs spread on their own, allowing him to slip his body between them to get closer to her. She felt like she had been Imperio’d with the way her body was moving on its own, her hands coming down to his chest to rid him of his robe and tie, and then moving lower to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He finally pulled away from her, leaving her lips red and swollen as his hands worked to remove her robe, shirt, and tie as well. His hands then shot down to her hips as he frantically removed her skirt, tights, and underwear all at once. 

For a moment, she felt a little embarrassed to be so exposed, in a classroom no less, but all her inhibitions faded when Ominis’s lips latched on to her neck, biting at her skin as his hand slipped between their bodies, easily sliding two fingers into her cunt. She wasn’t shy with her sounds as loud moans fell from her lips, extremely grateful that they were in the dungeons, far from any prying ears. 

Ominis roughly pumped his fingers in and out of her as he continued to bite and suck at various spots on her neck, marks beginning to form on her skin. After a few more moments of Ominis’s delicious assault on her body, he pulled away, which earned him a groan from the girl. 

Ominis let out a dark chuckle. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re not finished yet. Lie down, my darling.”

She did as she was told, lying back on the desk, a tingle coursing through her at his tone. She watched as Ominis removed his trousers and underwear, his hard, leaking cock springing free. She squealed when Ominis roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her down the desk slightly, before he lifted her legs up, lined himself with her entrance, and pushed himself inside.

Ominis’s pace was rough and unforgiving as he worked her to orgasm with each snap of his hips. Two sets of moans bounced off the walls of the classroom while the desk rattled loudly from the force at which it was shaking. Her legs wrapped around Ominis’s back in an attempt to pull him even closer to her as her walls began to tighten around him. She let out a cry of his name as her orgasm hit, her mind going completely blank. Ominis never let up his pace, a cry of her name falling from his own lips only a couple of thrusts later as his orgasm filled her. 

–

The two sat side by side at the desk after they had come down from their high and gotten dressed. They held hands as they sat silently, both of their brains still trying to register what had just transpired between them. 

The girl broke the silence first, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Ominis’s lips before she spoke. 

“We should probably head back, get ourselves some sleep after the eventful night we’ve had.”

Ominis laughed as he stood up, taking hold of her hand once again as they walked towards the classroom door. But as they approached the door, something caught the girl’s eye, causing her to stop.

“Wait one second.” she said as she approached a small gold chest. Upon opening it, she discovered several gold coins inside. She pocketed the coins and turned back towards Ominis, a smirk on his face. 

“You’re quite the covert little thief, aren’t you? Well done!”

The tone in which Ominis said the words sent another tingle coursing through her. She ignored the ache forming in her due to the roughness at which Ominis had fucked her, as she took a hold of his hand, and sat back on the same desk..

“On second thought, it is still pretty early in the morning. We still have some time to enjoy our privacy down here before we need to head back.” she said with a tone that made it very clear to Ominis what she was suggesting. 

“Oh, well let’s make the most of that time then, shall we?” Ominis said as he repositioned himself back between her legs, roughly kissing her once again.