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ok. i'm doing a very hard reset on this blog because my tags are all fucked + i don't have the patience to do a proper softblock spree. i'm going to be following some people, + i'm using a penname from here out. feel free to like this if you'd like me to follow you there, otherwise you might just see me in your notifs anyway.
ok. i'm doing a very hard reset on this blog because my tags are all fucked + i don't have the patience to do a proper softblock spree. i'm going to be following some people, + i'm using a penname from here out. feel free to like this if you'd like me to follow you there, otherwise you might just see me in your notifs anyway.
ok. i'm doing a very hard reset on this blog because my tags are all fucked + i don't have the patience to do a proper softblock spree. i'm going to be following some people, + i'm using a penname from here out. feel free to like this if you'd like me to follow you there, otherwise you might just see me in your notifs anyway.
may potentially be doing something stupid (silly). stay tuned.

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to say that alistair is caught off guard is to say nothing. he'd heard the rumblings from 'round ravka, that the prince â the king, now, that is â had announced an engagement to his alina. ( not his, not in ... not in a possessive sense, maker, no. but she'll always be his in the same way that he will always belong to her. ) even better still, he'd heard about her reaction, how she'd wound up, socked a prince right in the jaw. REMEMBERS THE PRIDE THAT'D WASHED OVER HIM.
that was his alina, spitfire â actual fire, now, it seems. and though he'd known from the start that his journey would never allow him to remain with her â from the moment he'd left the orphanage, he'd had a sinking feeling that it would be the last time he would see his friend. when he'd joined up with the wardens, knowing it was a death sentence, that he would be living the rest of his life on borrowed time, he did so knowing that alina had enlisted with the first army ... he was needed in ferelden, she was needed in ravka.
but a sun summoner. never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined the sickly little girl he'd carried piggyback through the rain as children would be the sun saint. and yet ... it made perfect sense, with alina being everything alistair himself was not. sunshine incarnate, the light in his life. the light to his darkness.
he hadn't wanted to tell her, to admit that the darkspawn blood has tainted his own. that he will be no better than the darkness that lurked in her nightmares, that only alina was able to combat. he could never lie to alina, not with those bright eyes, and with that concern etched across her face. @truthlie had not taken the news lying down.
she had, instead, of course, looked deep into alistair's eyes, and cupped his face with her hands. had made him a promise, that they would find a way to fix it. that they would not let him die, not like this. not a miserable death ... and she had pulled him down even further, so much so that he was almost bent in half to reach her, and she had pressed her lips firmly to his. for a brief moment, it was as if the sunlight had streamed directly into his own bloodstream. as if with a single kiss, she had batted away the death rotting away at him from the inside out.
it's a short kiss, something far too quick for him, and though alina breaks away before alistair can truly melt into it, heir apparent feels bold. his fingers brush through alina's hair, feeling the stringy, weak white strands part between his fingers, and he tilts her head up toward him. there have been many women to look alistair's way, but he cannot think of a single one that had occupied his thoughts nearly as long or as fiercely as alina had. has, as she continues to do. he feels bold as alina gazes into his eyes, lips barely parted in a soft breath, eyes wide and bright with surprise.
the promise alistair makes when he captures her lips again is not the same, not that he will find a loophole out of his death, not he will simply survive. but that he will continue to survive for her, that he will continue to protect her. that he will continue to love her unconditionally.
-`âĄÂŽ- a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.
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my beloved ...
@fa11ingup liked for davey ( for adam ! )
' work's offering employee referral bonuses right now â what d'you say, huh ? it's not like you got a real job anyway. ' cue he stifles that growing, smug smirk with a draw of his cigarette, softly blowing it out in sibling's opposite direction. ' do it for me. if you get it, i get paid. s'just about washing clothes and cleaning up puke, really. then you could just jus' quit for all i care. '
the immediate reaction is a firm gag. it's followed, just as quickly, with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, entirely exaggerated, and annoyed â but that's what gets the point across, right? ( it's not like you got a real job. okay, asshole, never watch television again. or open instagram. live without cameras, then. fuck you. ) ' so you get paid extra, and i get, what? a shitty job i didn't want with shittier pay i didn't need? '
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(Â another collection of smutty dialogue for you heathens (affectionate). please do not interact if you are under eighteen. feel free to edit and change how you seem fit. )
â i know my worth. and if you want me, you'll do as i say. â
â you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise? â
â oh? does that turn you on? â
â you look good on your knees like this. â
â i'm not jealous. you're just mine. â
â i need you. please. i'll be quick. â
â you used to hate me, and now you can't take your eyes off me. â
â you want me quiet? make me. â
â i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet. â
â fuck, that was so hot. â
â such a good boy/girl. making me feel this good. â
â go on. fuck yourself on my cock. â
â you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. â
â keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud. â
â you taste so fucking good. â
â they can't fuck you like i can. â
â fuck, i've missed you. â
â keep going. just like that. â
â they don't get to have you like this, but i do. â
â pretty good, huh? i told you i'd make you feel good. â
â you're mine. and don't you forget it. â
â i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. â
â what, got nothing to say? no matter, i'll have you screaming in no time. â
â just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? â
â getting close? don't worry, i'll take care of you. â
â what would they think if they could see you now, huh? â
â maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up. â
â maybe if i sit on your face, that'll shut you up. â
â look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. â
â it's apparent in your eyes â you desire me. â
â don't stop. please, don't stop. â
â fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally. â
â you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you? â
â don't forget who you belong to. â
â if you want something, then you ask for it. â
â when was the last time someone fucked you? â
â i'll make us feel good. you'll love this. â
â how was that? satisfying enough for you? â
â oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. â
â what, afraid i might break you? â
â what, afraid you'll break me? â
â stop teasing and just put it in already. â
â fuck me harder. don't you want to make me feel good? â
â that's it, babygirl. â
â you want me to sit on your face? â
â i want this. let me have you like this. â
â now that you've given me what i want, i can give you what you need. â
â don't just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste. â
â i want you like you used to have me. like we had nothing else to live for. â
â how do you want me â spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. â

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PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER * Â adjust as necessary, nsfw implied
this... isn't my bed.
i'll make us breakfast.
wait, how long have you been here?
did you stay the night?
you're so beautiful like this.
did i give you that hickey?
don't get up. stay right here.
kiss me again.
nice bedhead.
are you... wearing anything?
this was a bad idea.
i've wanted to do that forever.
did you enjoy it?
i did a number on your back. sorry about that.
is this your shirt?
maybe you should go.
i had a great time.
if you stay, i'll make us coffee.
i shouldn't have stayed over.
come back here. please?
i've never been like that with anyone before.
there's a bra on the ceiling fan.
did we... actually...?
we could do it again, if you want.
you made me feel... incredible.
was it... okay?
you look beautiful in my bed.
what do you remember?
was i too loud?
you can borrow my shirt.
i guess this makes us more than friends.
this can't be happening.
i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.
is that a hickey?
this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.
this wasn't supposed to happen.
should we talk about it?
what time is it? i'm late for work.
how long have you been awake?
i remember... everything.
we should do that again sometime.
i think we cuddled.
that was the best night of my life.
what parts do you remember?
why don't you stay for breakfast?
was it good for you?
the sex was great.
how do you like your eggs?
are we still friends?
sorry, i've got morning breath.
i'd really like to keep seeing you.
i'm glad i invited you in.
finally... fucking finally.
please don't leave the bed.
don't make fun of me if i walk funny.
this doesn't mean anything.
my friends are never going to believe this.
i don't even know who i was last night.
no one's ever taken care of me like that.
let me help you clean up.
maybe we should forget this even happened.
i'm just going to... leave.
you said some wild things last night.
you're wearing my shirt.
maybe we could make this a regular thing.
am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.
where did i put my glasses?
your clothes are in the living room.
i need a shower.
your hair's a mess.
you make a great pillow.
i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.
did i do something wrong?
we were pretty loud.
do you want me to leave?
i asked you to stay the night.
i bet your neighbors hate us.
stay like this.
well, that's one way to bounce back.
what about round two?
don't let go of me.
why don't you join me in the shower?
we can't keep doing this.
we're fucked, aren't we.
how long have i been asleep?
i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.
short starter call, @fa11ingup.
âyou can calm down, y'know, i didn't say anything.â  ashley's tone wobbles between consolation and annoyance.  arms crossed over her chest, she shifts her weight to one leg, hip cocking.  âi'm notâŠÂ like, a snitch.â
she's not afraid. hell, credit where credit's due, she's barely even fazed by the realization that she's been ( caught ) . instead, she's just facing ashley with a flat look. YOU DON'T SCARE ME. ' well, yeah. you'd have to be an idiot, to, like, try snitching. you're smart. duh. ' and that's it, that's all she'll get out of her ( so far, anyway. )
" what if i can't get up and stand tall ?? what if the diamond days are all on [ . . . ] and who will i be when the empire falls ?? wake up alone and i'll be forgotten. . . "
@fa11ingup liked for a lyrical starter for alistair - damocles by sleep token / still accepting
' i don't believe anyone could ever forget you, vex'ahlia. i know i certainly could not. ' a smile tugs at the warden's lips, but does not quite come to fruition. ' even at the end of it all, i believe you'll still be a legend. at the very least. '
if you have "original characters do not interact" or some form of anti-original character language in your rules... you are weak and will not survive the winter. you're missing out on unbelievably inventive characters created by your deeply passionate peers. you're missing out on so many types of interactions and unique perspectives not found in current mainstream media and the content it produces. there are so many talented people in the rpc with amazing original characters, and you're just writing them off for no reason. what a shame.

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' look, i already have a surgical resident looking for any excuse to stab someone, ' and, yeah, okay, there might be a hint of a laugh in his voice, but the look that he offers @differentkinds is genuine, actually rather sobered. a sigh, then, leaves his lips as he glances back up at the screen, instead of looking at duke's face. ' you having a little bit of an attitude ... ' a glance around, as if he's looking for anyone who might be listening in. then a conspiratorial smile. ' not really that high on my list of worries. '
this is new. they don't usually go to these festivals. something between mom's unease with crowds, and their own determination to avoid constant overstimulation. but li needed his wingman, and alan needed someone to fall back on if the kid actually managed to make a mark.
and there he goes, ' like a baby bird spreading his scrawny little wings. ' callie leans their head onto @truthlie's shoulder, arms wrapping around one of alan's. a false sniffle, and pretending to wipe their eyes on his shoulder. like a proud mama duck.
they can feel alan's curls press against their head as he leans into it, the two of them standing together watching li ( inevitably crash and burn, poor kid. ) it's such a sweet gesture, that callie aggressively wills their heart to reverse its increase in speed. head nods towards mia, straight in li's beeline, but currently laughing at conor's ( undoubtedly lame ) joke. a soft scoff, and their words are drenched in sarcasm, so there can be no doubt in their wistful tone. ' i can't imagine bein' pursued like that. where's my court jester to amuse me with clever puns and witty one - liners? '
" iâd love to trade witty one-liners with you. "
OH? OH. ... oh.
they stamp down the rapid heartrate, pray to god that the blush can't be seen in the warm glow of the stall lights and lanterns. head tilts just enough to look up at alan, and callie takes a second to steel themselves before they talk â one voice crack and they'll go ballistic â ' you askin' me out, fetterman? '