#meme:answered

[skyheld]

❝ Love does not make me gentle or kind. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞ from the priestess to ameridan

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 | selectively accepting | @mercysought

"Then what makes you gentle or kind? In those moments?" Those rare moments, scattered like the pearls of a ripped necklace. She passes them by without seeming to realize and he stops to pick them up, to cherish each one; her dancing with some of the people they've freed, a shared cup of tea in an empty kitchen, a kiss to his forehead in the night. Ameridan has no illusions that she loves him, even in the quiet, unassuming way he's beginning to think he loves her. But surely there was to be love for something for those little moments to exist. For the world, for a world that used to be, for people, for people who used to be. Just a small one. Surely.

He nudges the bowl of stew closer to her. From outside comes the sound of people chattering as they fill their own bowls from a large pot, the ladle occasionally clanging against the pot, a child exclaiming in jealousy that another got a piece of carrot. There are many people, but there is enough food; the stew, made mostly from things they've hunted and gathered from the nearby woods, will feed all of them. If love is poison the Priestess is going to have to swallow it, because Ameridan pours it into the food he makes for their people.

Their people, he thinks again, looking towards the window. You are kind to them and gentle in the ways you can be gentle and what is that if not love?

He dips a spoon into the stew, watches is fill up with broth around a piece of druffalo meat. The herbs that grows around has given it a distinct flavour, unlike what he's used to making, but not at all bad.

His thoughts follow their usual worn-down paths, back through the centuries. All those people he loved, lost to the ages. Some of them, like Drakon, took the love and reshaped it long before he lost them, made a weapon to tunnel into his heart. Others only solidified, turned stone to weigh him down, to force everything else to grow around them.

"It does hurt", he says. "Maybe it does kill. Maybe it doesn't make you gentle, maybe it just gives you the choice to be. Even so I would rather let it kill me than go without."

[broknfeed]

Annie, Katherine, Elena

— “kill Katherine — per usual — , fuck Elena, marry Annie, of course.”

[carlosreyeswrites]

Isaiah/Your Choice [ talk ] [ dominance ] (can be reverse or not depending on Isaiah's preferences)

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

Isaiah held the other's hands behind his back as he lead him upstairs. His handcuffs came in good use sometimes. He could use them on the odd occasion when his boyfriend wouldn't stop trying to entice him. "You wanna fucking tease me so much in front of everybody - this is exactly what you get. Everyone here is staring at you now." He'd created a big scene. Everyone seeing Isaiah take his boyfriend upstairs with his hands clasped behind his back tightly. He lead them to the bedroom and shut the door behind them both; not bothering to lock it at all. "Now get on your hands and knees on the mattress. I'm gonna tease you so fucking much that everyone downstairs knows how petty and desperate you sound when you need my cock."

[evxnmeyers]

Moodboard; Home

[dvmbsluts]

RAIL ME ( for michael? )

Send “RAIL ME!!!” and my muse will shove their cock into your muse and begin to fuck them silly.

being the leader of a motorcycle gang meant that michael was used to always being in charge. he never let anyone tell him what to do or when to it because if he let someone else call the shots then he wouldn't be respected. this did not apply to her. when it came to her she was always telling him what she needed from him. so when he got a call begging him to come home to rail her, how could he say no? which his how he found himself at home, clothes strewn around the room as he pounded into her. each thrust louder than the last as he slapped her ass and thrusted deeper into her.

[nlustris-arch]

[ lit ]

❛     DON’T TELL HUGHIE..   PLEASE.     ❜       TEETH GRIT TOGETHER,   raising to the tips of her toes,   edge of her cigarette brushing butcher’s lighter.     it’s awkwardly personal,   the smudge of her lipstick  &  curl of her head.     it’s acquired grief,   a slight undertone of stress.     the sharp line of her jaw,   cut against the shadows  &  WE  BOTH  STARE  INTO  THE  SAME  DARKNESS,   KNOWING  IT  WILL  CONSUME  US  BOTH.       ❛     you know how he would react.     he’ll worry and fret about it.     ❜

LAST NIGHT,   I LOOKED UP AT THE MOON & WONDERED IF YOU WERE LOOKING TOO.     ( you are a small creature,   you are something to be held  &  you are living in his bone marrow ).     she pulls away,   drawing it from her lips for a moment [ the soft roll of smoke blows away from him,   her legs drawing to third position ].     he is flesh,   tender meat  &  you exist as the child of a supernova and an eclipse:  you did not know that you could care for something that was not light.     I HAVE SEEN DEEP INSIDE OF YOU AND I FOUND EVERY REPULSIVE THING BEAUTIFUL,   she whispered to the moon he did not look at.     the tip of the filter glowing slightly brighter with her smile.       ❛     thanks,   butcher.     ❜

𝙽𝙾𝙽-𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴:     𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧, 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

[bazz-b]

▲ who can bazz-b never betray?

( ask a question your muse has always wanted to ask mine )

“I could never betray someone I respected, who was worth following. Worth dying for.”

[catferro]

26, 37, 43

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

Yes, Meryl Streep will forever be unobtainable.

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

I will let life surprise me!

43. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

I would love to just hang out with my sister, but anything would be lovely.

[sunsetxdreams]

♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted?

Some sort of historical plot, I’ve always loved twisting history in plots or just throwing characters into a certain time period and see how they’d react. AU’s not in the current modern era are killer.

[skyheld]

🚶 Ameridan

send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life. | accepting | @starkhvn

The first empress of Orlais watches the knight seated across from her with the distant, collected gaze of someone who has been married to the center of the world for nearly two decades and managed not to fade in its shadow herself. The firelight shimmers on the gold rings weighing her fingers, closed lightly around the slender stem of an emerald-encrusted goblet. Heavy plaits, bound with gold thread and as thick as her upper arms, have been carefully arranged to fall across her shoulders and into her lap, gleaming like her jewelled belt. Anyone would shrink in her presence, or feel themselves grow by her blessed radiance. But the knight does neither. He looks at her without fear, eyes pale and piercing, his face bare save for the tattoos traced upon his skin.

The last mage who got this close to her was already dead. She took him down at a thirty-yard distance, but walked over to pull her arrow out of his eye socket and to see if a mage's face was any different from that of someone born uncursed. There was no difference that she could see then, and there is no difference that she can see in the knight—except, of course that he is not human. An elven knight from across the Waking Sea, a mage walking free with the emperor's blessing, a dragon-hunter with a wolf shadowing his every step. That would be enough to make the court buzz with excitement, but there is more.

He is more. Clever, brave, well-spoken; lively in conversation without ever seeming superficial. He has a presence that is hard to look away from, something that draws the eye even in a crowd. She can see why Drakon likes him.

Which brings her to the reason she sent every servant and guard out of the room for this conversation.

"His Imperial Majesty our husband tells us you refuse to go behind our back", she says, her voice level as though she's speaking of the weather. "And that you would not entertain the thought of asking our permission." She gets the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen, a flush touching the tips of his ears. He is no master of the masked Game the nobles play. That has not stopped him from doing well at court; his honesty is both refreshing and startling, and his confidence makes him no easy target despite the bare face he shows the world. Now, the reaction betrays him. "We see you understand", she continues. "Before you start making apologies, let us assure you we did not send for you to accuse or condemn you for the feelings you evoke in our husband. Your stance is admirable. However, it means we must lay awake at night listening to our husband's sighs over what he cannot have. In trying to protect our honour, you are giving us a terrible headache. So, though you did not ask for it, we are giving you permission."

The surprise is expected. Area wonders how he can bear to sit barefaced in front of her; without the heavy mask resting on the bridge of her nose, the pheasant feathers catching every little draft, sweat beading underneath the leather backing, she thinks she would go mad. But though his gaze leaves hers, he doesn't even turn away.

After the surprise, she expects gratitude. It happens, when one has been married to the center of the world for nearly two decades. Instead she is reminded of another reason Drakon likes him: even with the emperor of Orlais, the sun itself, Ameridan has never been afraid to speak his mind.

"I do not want Your Grace's permission." The goblet is placed on the table between them with a hard thunk, and when he looks at her again, the disapproval and insult is plain on his face. "If not for your honour, then for mine."

She blinks. It was long since anyone spoke against her so openly. "You do not want him?"

"Not like that."

"His Imperial Majesty strongly indicated there was mutual affection."

"He is married."

"We are telling you you have permission-"

"I do not want it. I will not be his—illicit lover, stealing moments in hidden alcoves off the garden path. I will not demean myself like that."

Area, first empress of Orlais, sets her own goblet down. She adjusts a ring on her finger until the stone is centered. She flattens a single hair that has escaped the gold ribbons around her braids, and smooths out her gown before letting her hand rest in her lap. The heavy fabric pools at her feet, its pattern iridescent in the light of the fire. No one knows how to make such fabric anymore. It was made in a small artisan village in southern Tevinter, which was wiped out in the hundred-and-twentieth year of the Blight. She wears it as a reminder of what they've all lost, and what they gained. The old world for the new one. For herself: freedom for power.

"He is married, yes", she says, and her voice changes. It is no longer the empress speaking, not fully. "He was fifteen, I was sixteen. He needed my father's military strength. Out of six daughters, he picked the one who was good at archery. Archery!" She laughs, bitter. "We were children. We knew nothing of what makes a marriage. If we could share hunting stories, surely the rest would come naturally. But it never did."

She knows she has said too much already, that these are the sort of secrets one takes to the grave and beyond. Yet they spill from her painted lips regardless of decorum, heedless of the Game.

"I am… fond of him. But I will take him to bed only for the purpose of giving him an heir. I see no reason why he should not have another. I have no jealousy in me. We are human. Humans called to higher purpose, yes, but why should we deny ourselves such simple pleasures so long as we do not compromise that purpose?"

"You are asking me to..."

"Drakon could have anyone. Anyone else would have leapt at the opportunity. Whether because they felt honoured or obliged to, or because of personal ambition, they would not have hesitated. But it is you he wants, and you..."

"I turned him down", he says. "And I suppose that makes it easier for you, because if I had asked your permission you would have had to grant it, for fear that I would still go behind your back if you did not. If I had asked the choice would have been mine. Now the choice is yours."

Maybe it is that. Her eyes close briefly behind the slits in her mask. But it is also that you may be the only person in the world sincere enough to truly love him.

"I am sorry", she says, the phrase strange in her mouth, almost forgotten. "People such as us do not have the luxury of doing things the usual way. All that we do is strange and unnatural, even love." She lifts her gaze to look out the window. Its shutters are closed. No one knows how to make such glass as the old empire did, either, and what can be made is needed for the chantries Drakon builds across his empire, so their castles are either drafty or dark. How can the Divine Age feel so painfully vulgar? Why must they still deal with such pettiness as drafts and love?

She draws a breath. The next moment she is the empress again, collected and remote, her face a mask behind her mask.

"You need not tell us your decision", she says, reaching for the little bell on the table to call the servants back into the room. "We will notice, as our headaches will either pass or worsen. We shall not speak of this again either way."

[daddariom-archived]

[X] ok but for all of them (ellie&sawyer, sophia&nik, maia&jay) bc I'm greedy

ellie & sawyer:

sophia & nik:

maia & jay:

(maia in the background: i don’t have a favorite picture of this absolute fool!!)

[kazxmp]

This is not your grave but you are welcome in it. ❞

“Keep that jaw shut you ain’t killin me anytime soon. who else gonna prep your shit by type?” not to mention he was way too good with this knife Dakota had given to him. sure maybe he was late AND on top of that managed to piss his boss off by doing something…. unholy in his back room, but was he really gonna kill him? nah. bad for business. Kaz waved the knife playfully, half smirk on his face. “you’re just mad you weren’t invited.” the goth knows that’s not true, but he teases anyways.

[evxnmeyers]

Moodboard; Important Locations

Dublin,Ireland,UK

Melton, Suffolk, UK

Hay-on-Wye,Wales,UK

Vancouver,British Columbia, Canada

Las Vegas,Nevada,USA

Lafayette,Louisiana,USA

Austin,Texas,USA

Shreveport,Louisiana,USA

New Orleans,Louisiana,USA

[dvmbsluts]

RAIL ME ( for andrew? hi :) )

Send “RAIL ME!!!” and my muse will shove their cock into your muse and begin to fuck them silly.

andrew always got what he wanted, no matter where they were. one thing he always required of the women he surrounded himself with was for them to tell him whenever they were needing a little extra treatment. this time he had been on patrol when they called him, luckily he wasn't far from his place and he instructed them to wait outside for him until he got there. once he pulled up he got out of the car, grabbing them by their wrist and forcing them into the back seat of his cruiser. he pushed their shorts down to their knees, not even bothering to pull down their panties as he just pushed them to the side and shoved his cock inside of the other. "you're so needy for a little attention, aren't you princess?" he smirked, thrusting deeper into her.

[areumxmp]

❝ Do you want to see something strange? ❞

Dakota happened to ask that AFTER areum had his little mishap with eros at Kaz’s house and…. normally he would be all about saying yes but in this moment… he just might be a little too stranged out for the day. “You know man, I just saw some questionable shit so uh… if it has nothing to do with a scrunchie on the door then yeah i’m down..” still, he was cautious because now that weird bundle of people are burned into his brain.

[niji-iro-melody]

🎤 – To attend holiday karaoke/serenade my muse (With Kosuke, pretty please~?)

Winter Holiday Symbols || accepting || @ai-kizu-rp

🎤 – to attend holiday karaoke/serenade my muse

         It almost felt familiar to a certain movie. Attempting to stay unrecognizable, the redhead had worn his scarf and glasses, hair styled slightly different as his hoodie was supposed to cover most of his signature red locks. Expecting to enjoy a fun but low key evening with his friend, the idol couldn’t help but feel surprised as a microphone was suddenly pushed into his hands. The guitarist had mainly enjoyed the singing from a distance, but hadn’t quite realized that the people singing were being picked at random, hence the surprise as the duo was being pushed towards the stage.

Gestures between the two were soon exchanged, hand soon rubbing the back of his head as he awkwardly greeted the crowd, making sure to leave out his name. As the number started playing, the redhead was soon dragged in by the canine male’s enthusiasm, even if he wasn’t too familiar with the song.

While his words sounded more like ‘engrish’, the idol had to admit that their harmonies still sounded quite nice. Actually getting a lot of applause, Otoya pulled Kosuke into a deep bow before rapidly leaving the stage and making sure they disappeared into the background again. Luckily they’d still be able to laugh about it in the years to come.