Is that... fur... coming out of your ears?

fleshwerks-deactivated20191021

Stole a meme again.

fleshwerks

bold any which apply to your muse.
italicize what they like.
remember to repost & not reblog.
feel free to add to the list.

fire. ice.water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. scales. gold. diamonds.grass. leaves. trees. roses.metal. iron. rust. rain. hail. snow. lava. fog. sky. clouds. storms. swamp. flowers. silk. leather.cotton. ribbons. bells. sun. moon. stars.blood. dirt. mud. porcelain.silver.steel.sugar. salt. fragrance.lilac. lily. glass.wood.paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. sail. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. dawn. dusk. shadow. paint.charcoal.kettle. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet.canine.feline. coffee. tea.books. scratches. burns. split lip. split knuckles. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. coin.sword. dagger. spear. fists. axe. staff. arrow. trident. hammer. shield.spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. crystals. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds.amethysts.herbs. shells. waves. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. bears. wolves. tigers. coeurls. jaguars. horses. dragons. snake. eagle. falcon. bluebird. raven. fruit. honey. meat. poison. medicine. bones. ink. dance.prayer. tower. key. lock. spring.summer.autumn. winter. music.magic. freedom

save for laters nice meme

fadewalking-archived

chantrytears

Solas: i’m fen’harel

Lavellan: what’s that

Morrigan, appearing out of nowhere: I’M GLAD YOU ASKED

fadewalking-archived

Source: enitari there goes my heart solas

aaindiab

Use 3 words

aaindiab

To describe your inquisitor

ironmarie-blog

Sad elven mage

jawsandbones

Anonymous asked:

47! Any pairing~

jawsandbones answered:

Who has more dreams/nightmares about the other?

There’s pain in something that no longer exists. It aches in fingers that no longer move, a hand that can no longer hold, in an arm brutally cut short. He’ll reach for things without thinking, stump moving uselessly. How many times has he reached to sign something with a phantom limb? His writing is now crude, childlike as he attempts to re-learn the skill with his other hand. In his dreams, he still has his arm. In his dreams, he can hold both hands before him – unmarred, unmarked – and feel them both as if he were awake. In his dreams, he can hold Dorian the way he wants to.

Arms wrapped around him, hands splayed on his back. Feeling every ridge of his spine, every bit of muscle as he moves. The feel of Dorian smiling against his cheek, kisses that follow the lines of his vallaslin. His voice in his ear, I simply adore you amatus. It’s an echo, far too distant. As always, he wakes alone in a bed much too large, much too empty. Reaching out with nonexistent fingers, knowing how cold the bed will be on the other side.

He forces himself to sit up, reaching for the locket on the bedside table. It’s late, he shouldn’t… He frowns, presses it against his forehead as he draws his knees to his chest. Dorian is busy, Dorian will be tired, Dorian needs his rest, Dorian has no time for him. It hurts, more than he thought it would. More than the arm. His absence is like something has been ripped from inside of him, torn and mauled, taken away from him.

He holds the locket by his mouth. He speaks in only a whisper. “Dorian. Vhenan. I miss you.” He squeezes the locket tight in trembling hand, clenched teeth and furrowed brow. He doesn’t expect an answer.

“Amatus. I was just dreaming of you.”