Otherworldly Dreamings

@etherealdreamt asked:  "now be a good girl and come for me." (Solas or Halsin whichever you're feeling)

Dragon age the Veilguard

Tel banal, ara'ma

It won’t be terrible if you’re with me.

"I never thought I'd care so deeply for a Sharran." "Nor I a wild druid."

Explicit Version [NSFW]

 @etherealdreamt // continued.

            ❀  ‘  THAT  WOULD  INSIST  SOME  MEN  ARE  DULL  ENOUGH  TO  ENJOY  ODDITIES  ‘  the  sharp  jest  was  in  contrast  as  she  chuckled,  shaking  her  head.  Hands  resting  on  the  soft  fabric  of  her  pale  blue  gown,  a  contrast  to  the  slivers  of  red  that  always  found  way  upon  her,  whenever,  wherever.  The  lute  rests  softly  against  her  leg,  played  a  thousand  times  to  keep  the  wigglers  in  each  brain  at  bay,  a  gruesome  thought  but  it  seemed  to  work  with  the  gentle  dozing  sounds  she  could  hear  from  a  distance,  tranquil  as  it  was  peaceful.  “You  flatter  me  too  much,  the  truth  is  becoming  less  of  a  thought  I  want  to  provoke  anymore.  Father’s  demands  are  rather  grotesque,  sometimes,  I’m  keen  to  deception  more  than  anything”  nothing  good  came  for  a  bhaalspawn  in  the  midst  of  slumber,  even  if  there  were  night’s  favoritism  was  shown,  an  oblivion  that  would  grant  her  peace  in  slumber  only  to  be  met  in  a  cold  sweat.  Silence,  it  was  worse  than  when  the  Dread  Lord  demanded  attention. 

The ancient wood elf offers her a soft smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with quiet amusement. His broad shoulders rest easily against the trunk behind him, entirely at peace despite the late hour and the melody that still lingered upon the air.

His gaze drifts toward the lute resting against her leg, thoughtful admiration settling upon his features.

"Though I assure you, the fault does not lie with your song. It was beautiful. Gentle enough that even the forest seems reluctant to disturb its memory."

At the mention of her father, however, some of that warmth dims. Not from discomfort, but sympathy. He knows something of burdens carried too long, of voices that linger even in silence.

"You speak of deception as though it were a failing."

His voice remains low, careful.

"Yet survival often asks things of us that our hearts would rather refuse. There is a difference between lying for cruelty and concealing parts of oneself from those who would do harm. The latter is a lesson many of us learn sooner than we should."

For a moment he studies her, not as a curiosity, nor as a Bhaalspawn, but simply as a woman wearied by expectations she never chose.

The smile returns, softer now.

"As for lullabies... I cannot fault the Underdark for lacking them. It is difficult to sing children to sleep when every shadow threatens to swallow you whole."

a collection of sentence starters taken from the eighth doctor's audio story , the stones of venice . edited to fit rp needs , adjust pronouns as necessary .

❛ they're not exactly what you'd call grateful , are they ? ❜

❛ i'll put the kettle on , & you put your feet up , ❜

❛ visiting somewhere peaceful , without being threatened by death every five minutes , would be rather nice , ❜

❛ what would it take to bring her back ? ❜

❛ this dwelling on the past isn't good , that was over a hundred years ago ! ❜

❛ i'm sure my family would be suitably mollified , ❜

❛ for a really futuristic ship , what you ought to have is gleaming white surfaces , & flashing controls ! ❜

❛ is it too late to say i know what a fool i was ? ❜

❛ contradict me again , & i will have you skewered ! ❜

❛ there could only be days left , or hours , or minutes ! ❜

❛ are you drunk ? ❜

❛ we were supposed to get out of that gothic nightmare of a ship of yours to somewhere lovely ! you've brought me somewhere horrible , where everyone wants to die , ❜

❛ i've said , as usual , far too much , ❜

❛ i want to have a good old , poke around ! ❜

❛ i'm lying back here in the depths of melancholy thought , ❜

❛ you know , i used to be terribly good at name dropping & bluffing my way into places & these days i can't do it for toffee , ❜

❛ she's my oldest friend in the world , ❜

❛ that's my interest & sense of social justice piqued , ❜

❛ i'm sure it's a terrible & tragic tale & all , but i really have to go , ❜

❛ i've got a fantastic nose for finding my way blindly , intuitively - no , it can't be a dead end , ❜

❛ knocked up , blindfolded , banged up in a cellar , it's all par for the course , ❜

❛ i was already sympathetic , you didn't have to drug me , ❜

❛ any chance we get , you must grasp it , ❜

❛ i expected to die quietly with dignity tonight , ❜

❛ fanatics never want to get their hands dirty , that's why they always wear gloves , ❜

❛ yes , i do seem to have betrayed you , ❜

❛ he's a lunatic ! ❜

❛ that's a pretty tall order for someone just back from the dead . i should know , it's a taxing business , ❜

❛ i hope you won't be dreadfully offended if i just slip away quietly & make my escape , ❜

❛ you need me alive , ❜

❛ you'll be even more diverting as a human sacrifice when i have your gizzards ceremoniously removed during my nuptials at dawn , ❜

❛ i hardly know who to believe ! ❜

❛ it was on your account that our lady took her own life , ❜

❛ are you prattling at me again ? ❜

❛ some of the paintings i saw yesterday are not from this world at all , ❜

❛ what matters is the spectacle , & spectacle there shall be ! ❜

❛ stop lashing out at each other ! ❜

❛ i hate seeing other people get hurt , even if they are horrible people , ❜

❛ oh marvelous , let's wrap up this dreadful night by looking at a dead body , ❜

❛ at least we're seeing history made , ❜

❛ take my hand , ❜

❛ do you all really want to die ? ❜

❛ there isn't anywhere left for you to flee , it's far too late for that , ❜

❛ let's start backing away very carefully , ❜

❛ who are you to inflict your misery & self - indulgence upon a whole city ! ❜

❛ you foolish men ! ❜

❛ i was never dead , you dolt , ❜

❛ i grant you extra life , & you waste it ! you've squandered everything i've ever given you ! ❜

❛ i did quite a thorough job of damning this city to destruction , & my ex along with it , ❜

❛ i couldn't put things right if i tried , ❜

❛ i can spot an alien interloper up to malarkey with the indigenous population a mile off , ❜

❛ do you still love them ? ❜

❛ it doesn't do to have an underclass , you know , it really doesn't do , ❜

❛ it's amazing to me that human beings can invest so much emotional energy into legends , into stories like this , ❜

❛ it was all about love , in the end , ❜

some prompts exploring the affectionate side of lust. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.

[stroke.] sender gently runs their hands through receiver's hair during sex.

[nestle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck, planting kisses against it mid-fuck.

[safety.] sender and receiver experiment together as friends.

[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex.

[steady.] sender holds receiver's trembling hands down gently against the sheets.

[comfort.] sender makes love to receiver after a rough day.

[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.

[confession.] sender murmurs "i love you" against receiver's skin.

[tease.] sender peppers kisses at receiver's stomach before dipping lower.

[worship.] sender worships receiver's body / chest / thighs / arms / back with touch, kisses, and praise.

[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars.

[guide.] sender moves receiver's hand where they need it most.

[check-in.] sender pauses every few thrusts to ensure receiver is handling things okay.

[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

[first.] sender, being more experienced, guides receiver through their first time.

[cup.] sender holds receiver's face in their hands and kisses them tenderly.

[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.

[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.

[vice.] sender holds receiver close while finishing inside of them.

@etherealdreamt asked:"There is poetry to be found in even the dingiest of holes." ~from Solas

"An expert, am I? A dubious honor to be sure."

His gaze settled on her then, amusement glinting in his eyes.

"I have not visited that many dingy holes..."

He tilted his head with practiced innocence, though the smirk threatening the corner of his mouth ruined the effect entirely.

"In fact, I would argue some of them were rather lovely."

A beat passed.

"One, in particular, comes to mind."

The look he gave her then was far too knowing to be mistaken for anything else.