#awaari i love you so much
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i finally received this beautiful stickers from @awaari i was so happy and excited, it ended up with those blurry pictures haha i just realized it! But still I wanted to make a little post because the little note made me so damn happy, and I already found a nice place for those stickers!
your art is so meaningful for me and i love it so much, i'm glad i finally found the chance to support you, and i look forward to support you even more!! <3
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Taun Fawn & the Orobird Extra Scene 2
For a trade with @awaari! Check out the original story here on Ao3
Olkin II is a planet I created for my greater SWTOR AU, but previous reading (outside of the original extra scene, as can be read here) is unnecessary.
Olkin II’s sun beat hot and sharp on the back of Galathan’s neck. His fingers were stained green and pink from the flowering vines he was fighting. When a vine started curling around his wrist, he flicked its new leaf. “Stop it. There’s a perfectly good trellis right here if you’d just wrap around that.”
“Talking to the plants again, amatus?”
Gal and the leaf both turned to Dorian. “It helps.” Gal pointed to where the leaf was bobbing up and down in the facsimile of a nod. “The base species is highly sensitive to people’s voices and then this strain was spliced by a Forcer.”
Dorian blinked and leaned forward. He tickled a flower bud. “You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” The flower started to open. “Almost as wonderful as me.” It closed again and sunk back against its vine. Dorian laughed.
“Don’t tease the flowers. I want this arch ready for the housewarming party and the governor wants me in the spaceport this afternoon. Hound is bringing in a bunch of new residents. Orphans. Some pretty young.” Gal coaxed the vine onto the trellis with a soft caress. He spritzed it with vitamin-infused water.
“Hound? We still need to thank her. Why didn’t I get a summons?” Dorian walked around the arch and took a seat on the white, painted benched beneath it. He closed his eyes and took a deep, relaxing breath.
“Everyone with Empathy or a calming presence in the Force was summoned. You’re a little loud, Dorian.” Gal chuckled at the way his lover’s mustache twitched. He pulled another vine toward the top of the arch.
Dorian opened his eyes and rubbed his chin. “Not entirely unfair. It’s futile to try to suppress all of this majesty.”
“And who would want to?” The flower next to Gal’s head bloomed in time with his radiant smile.
The sight knocked the wind out of Dorian’s lungs. He reached his hand out. “Come here, amatus. You can’t be this domestic and not grace me with a kiss.”
Against his better judgement, Gal left the vine to reach toward the sun and sat next to his husband. They exchanged soft kisses and Gal rested progressively more of his weight on Dorian until he started laughing.
“You’re getting plant detritus all over me!”
Gal held his stained fingers threateningly close to the white accent on Dorian’s robe. “I thought you wanted kisses.”
They held the stare for only a few seconds before laughing and pressing their faces together, noses and foreheads rubbing. Dorian put his hand on Gal’s face and stroked his cheek with his thumb. “Have I ever told you how eternally grateful I am that the Jedi couldn’t beige the mischief out of you?”
The laugh that bubbled out of Galathan’s chest was so sudden and so strong that he pulled away with a gasp before it escaped. “Did you just use beige as a verb?”
A flush touched Dorian’s dark skin. “I am trying to be both accurate and respectful rather than simply repeating the propaganda I-”
“Yes, and I love you for it, but beige?”
Dorian was not pouting. Definitely not. “And what word would you use?”
Gal opened his mouth, but everything that came to mind paled before the strange perfection ‘beige’ encompassed. He put a finger over Dorian’s lips. “Alright. I’ll give you that one. I’m going to wash the garden off. If you don’t upset the plants before I get back, I’ll bring you to the spaceport with me.”
Dorian kissed the finger and winked.
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Though he was a year outside of the Jedi Order and living happily on Olkin II, Galathan wore his Jedi robes to the spaceport. Even though most new arrivals were Imperial, some found comfort in the sight of boring, brown robes. Dorian had changed into plain, civilian clothes, a half-size too small because they were from Galathan’s closet, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make to give the Mandalorian that saved them her due thanks. He walked at Galathan’s shoulder and muted his presence in the Force as much as he could without a suppression device.
But internalizing his Force just made Dorian aware of the tightrope of anticipation in the Force. Something was going to happen. Something big. Life-changing. Good. He imagined this is what it would have felt like just before he met Gal if he hadn’t been suppressed.
They shuffled into the receiving area with the other calming presences. Dorian felt himself start to tense. He suddenly wasn’t so sure he could handle a gaggle of screaming, terrified children. He imagined himself, age seven, parentless and carted around the galaxy by armored brutes. Hysterical tears were the best case scenario. A raging tantrum with baby sparks of Force lightning was far more likely.
Gal sensed his anxiety and took his hand, weaving their fingers together. He smiled. “It’ll be alright. The governor just likes to take every possible step to make the transition as easy as possible.”
“I will trust you on that,” Dorian said. To his surprise, even after all their time together, saying the words made him feel it. His heart swelled and the feeling of impending… What was the opposite of doom? Glee? Joyous refrain? He didn’t have words for how wonderful Gal made him feel every day, but it was that, just soon to come. Dorian wasn’t sure his heart could take two helpings of it.
That was ridiculous, of course it could. Dorian could handle anything the galaxy threw at him. With grace. And certainly no happy tears. He had more decorum than that.
A loud hiss of the airlock heralded the Mandalorians and their young charges. ...But no screaming or sobs accompanied it. Each child held onto a warrior like they were trusted guardians. And their other hands were occupied with a stuffed toy or a snack that seemed to require a lot of chewing, but didn’t drop crumbs.
Dorian gestured silently, pointing between the Mandalorians and the children with his eyebrows set close together in offended confusion.
Gal muffled his chuckle with a hand. He leaned in and whispered, “The only thing Mandalorians love more than fighting is children.” He turned his head back to the Mandalorian’s ship. “Oh, I think that’s Hound.”
Dorian was about to agree. He’d recognize armor painted that garishly with his eyes closed: he’d be able to hear it. But he couldn’t. All of the breath had left his lungs. The tense rope in the Force had snapped. Cradled in Hound’s arms was a baby qunari: all blushing grey skin and little nubs of horns. Everything in Dorian screamed at him to rush over to her and take the child.
He took a few breaths to ensure his voice wouldn’t waver when he spoke and even then, all he could say was, “Gal?”
“I feel it.”
“I suppose we’re parents now.”
#taun fawn & orobird#fluffiest fluff that every fluffed#pavellan#SWTOR AU#galathan lavellan#my writing
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Completed Zine Up on Tictail
So this has been a long time coming, but the the Unsung Dragon Age Zine is finally up for sale. The zine is a 32 page PDF (including the cover) of beautiful high resolution artwork from the amazing artists that made this all possible.
https://tictail.com/mangadance/the-unsung-a-dragon-age-fanzine
The gorgeous cover was made by fellow mod @miyajimosachi
Here’s our contributing artist list to once again showcase everyone who made this possible:
Limpstella,
Moemorthra
Athrasil
Awaari
Jules Ashley
Chocojava
Emery Elise
Escyn
Ashley Woolley
Kei Tran
Tiana McDonald
Saorfiadh
Ashley Dean
Red
Jujulica
kingsluck
Rebecca Glendining
Memai
Andrea Cely
Kai M. Archuleta
Isaac Parente
untaintedtea
Vinita Punnakris
Scemes
More information/personal note under the cut
I wanted to say I know there’s been a lot of ups and downs and delays with bringing this zine to life. Everything from computer issues, to real life to nature itself. And I’m so sorry it took as long as it did, not just to get the zine put together and done, but keeping up with the blog here. The artists have all been beyond amazing and wonderful to work with and this zine wouldn’t have been possible without them. Not just because of the art, but because of who they are and how patient and kind and awesome they’ve been. This has been a journey, but it’s been a good one. Thank you all so much for sticking with us. You’ve got all our love.
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A commission I did of @awaari ‘s Galathan and Dorian in their 70s AU!
I love these two so much and all the sweet and lovely art Awaari does of them, I had a lot of fun drawing this, thank you very much!
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I got tagged by @nurvorn. Thank you so much for the tag! You’re gonna make me cry (Happy tears). ;; I’ll share the love, since it’s going around. (If I forget someone, it’s because of my forgetful brain. Sorry. ;; )
The person who got me into the Dragon Age and Mass Effect franchise and games; @luigisnudes, bless you, boo, for being the best roommate and getting me into this fandom.
Then, for the rest of the amazing fandom! I highly recommend following them all! Here goes;
@keeperscompanionsdai @smolpocketmonstercoffee @marquis1305 @hoehoehoelt @dickeybbqpit @space-vashoth @nurvorn @pathcrier @occorner @ielmoe @gugle1980 @sassylavellen @elvenbeard @kurogoesinthedas @rennybu @awaari @pelle-lavellan @fun-sized-owl / @kaaras-adaar @tessa1972 @dinah-myles @pookyhuntress @aaesaesthetic @sakurabunnie @fleshwerks @wardenofmyheart @i-nq @luinquesse @heraldofwho @akanekid @quizzikemen @vilemie
&
YOU!
(They’re in no particular order~)
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Thank you so much for tagging me @emotionalmorphine!!
Nickname: Moustashleigh, Ash, Oi, ect.
Zodiac: Virgo
Height: 5’5”
Last movie I saw: Something bad on netflix probably? I think it might have been the first old spiderman because my partner wanted the nostalga!
Favourite musician: I like songs more so than specific artists?
Song stuck in my head: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman (thanks Mcelroys!)
Do I get asks: Almost never, but if I do they are very sweet and I like saving them for when I am feeling down
Other Blogs: @moustashleighdabbles for writing stuff
Favorite song: Many at this specific moment but I keep listing you NFWMB by Hozier, Shotgun by George Ezra and Breakfast at Tiffanys by Deep Blue Something!
What am I wearing: Just a blanket which is mildly embarrassing to put on the internet, but oh well, cloths are overrated
Dream job: Well now that is a question! I am studying in the area of heritage management and environmental conservation and enjoy it whist desperately seeking a job when I finish in a few months :P but my actual dream job is wildly unknown, is hermit in the mountains surrounded by dogs a job?
Favorite food: Hmm, pasta in many forms probably?
Instruments I play: ahaha, I played cello a few times and enjoyed it and like tinkling on the piano but know nothing about actually ‘playing’ them properly
Last book I read: I started reading Terry Pratchett’s Colour of Magic but then university went to hell so have yet to have a chance to finish it!
Last song I listened to: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman
Random fact: Vaccinate your kids folks. Fact.
Describe yourself as an aesthetic object: My physical object would be a beanbag probably, but my mental object would be a crackling log fire so overall I am a melting beanbag on fire ;)
I will tag anyone who wants to do it, I love reading these about people but also: @ithinkitsdashing @elvenbeard @pegaeae @tearsofwinter @awaari it is completely fine if you dont wanna do it but feel free to tag me if you do :)
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So I commissioned @awaari and just jifbilhvaudigvh LOOK AT MY BOI!! Thank you so much this is absolutely beautiful!!! Just omg I love it so much : DDDDD
#pelle by others#awaari#look at my booiii#omg ari you did so gooooood omggggg#*internally screaming*#Pelle lavellan#Pelle Sibil lavellan#Male lavellan#male Inquisitor
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I love your art, but at the same time, I'm so jealous. I envy you so much, Awaari. You can ACTUALLY draw. My stuff looks like crap. I want your talents! Please share some of your magic with me... :(
It’s okay to be jealous, it happens to me with other artists too! But it’s important on how you reflect that feeling into something positive - like a motivation to improve and loving your own work regardless how good you are.
Don’t put down yourself just because someone might be better. What really matters is doing what you love and presents your creativity. Yooo, have you seen my old work? They definitely don’t look like the stuff l draw now, it required lots amount of years of drawing and practice. I didn’t get better at drawing until l went to college to study animation, even now I still have a lot of things to improve and learn from. So l never really did have the “talent”, but have the passion for it l guess lol?It’s never too late for you to get better and l hope you keep doing what you do!
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I just wanted to drop by and tell you how much I love your star wars au. Star Wars and Dragon Age are two of the things I love the most and reading your story really makes my day so much better:) I hope you have a nice week and I'm sorry for my terrible English:)
Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm a big fan of Bioware and have a frankly embarrassing amount of hours played in their games. This story is really fun to write in no small part because of how delightful I find Galathan. I actually really don't like the Jedi in Old Republic Era, but @awaari 's sketches and blurbs really gave me the inspiration. Because I like making characters cry.
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Characters: Carina Lavellan (mine) and @awaari‘s Aban Pavus
Words: 2107 (seriously didn’t mean for it to be so long...)
Kiss prompt:
“Is it bad I really want to kiss you right now?”
Over the frenzied noise of yelling, metal hitting metal and crackle of lightning, he heard it clear as day and Aban let out a sigh that was filled with amusement and exasperation.
“This isn’t exactly the best time you know...” He responded just as new bandits came charging around the corner towards them. “Maybe later.” The elven woman let out a laugh and she quickly twirled her staff, letting magic surge through her she threw it forward. A strip of ice formed on the ground and grew upwards into a spiked wall, causing the bandits to run into it and scream with pain. She noticed one had stepped onto it at the wrong moment and was impaled on top of the wall and crushed against the stone ceiling of the fortress ruins. Aban finished with the last of the two he had been fighting and they could catch their breath for a moment amid the slumped forms of their enemies.
“Sorry, it’s not often we get to do this sort of thing together which means it’s not often I get to see you in that armour.” She craned her head back to throw him a wink before she stared down at the pools of blood merging into one glistening red carpet on the old stone floor. These well-organised bandits had attacked the farming village close to Carina’s current temporary home the night before. Homes and crops all but destroyed, animals slaughtered, men and women beaten and some killed. Carina had done her best to help treat the wounded during the day and plotted to deal with the bandits once night came. Aban was a welcome addition, arriving in the village to see the destruction for himself not long before joining Carina on her mission to rid the villagers of their menace. Not the most of romantic of reunions, she had to admit but she’d take it.
They had only made it up a couple floors of the structure but knew more bandits awaited them above. Carina lay her head back against the rough stone and calmed her breathing and racing heart. Adrenaline was coursing through her with the surging magic and she couldn’t let herself become careless from the false feeling of invincibility that mixture gave her. Things were going smoothly for them at the moment but this wasn’t over yet. Everything was far too quiet for her liking. Those remaining hadn’t come to help the others which could only mean they were preparing for their approach. She could feel it. At least Aban was here for extra support.
Slowly she opened her eyes to watch him clean his axe blades. Feeling her stare, his eyes met hers. Silently asking if she was okay and she gave him a reassuring smile. Pushing herself away from the wall she lightly nudged his side with her elbow when she approached and moved towards the closest staircase.
“You sure you don’t need another few minutes?” Aban asked softly, falling into step beside her, he watched her face carefully. He knew he well enough by this stage to spot when she was lying or not. Carina shook her head strongly.
“Thank you for your concern, but the sooner we finish this the better. If we take a longer rest, it just gives the rest of them more time to set traps.” Aban couldn’t argue with that and tightened his grip on his axes.
They barely had a moment to react when they reached the top of the stairs. Two bandits were waiting from either side and swung their weapons. Cursing, Carina managed to duck out of the way of the war hammer that slammed loudly into the side of the stone wall where her head had previously been. Aban managed to block the sword of his attacker by crossing his axes in front of him. Gritting his teeth, he dug in his heels and pushed his attacker further into the corridor to fight on level ground. The sound of attacks and blocks rang out and echoed down the hall.
Carina remained crouched and watched the bandit in front of her reel back for another blow. Taking the opportunity, she turned her staff and lunged forward, letting the staff blade stab into the bandit’s exposed throat as she stood and stepped around him to pull the blade free. But two things happened at the same moment. Further down the corridor, another had been waiting for their opportunity. Carina didn’t see her until the arrow landed heavily into her shoulder and she couldn’t respond with an attack of her own because with the last of his strength, the man she had just attacked grabbed her wrist and brought her tumbling down the stone steps with him.
Over the sound of his own fight, Aban heard the sequential sounds; the wet gurgling of the fatally injured bandit, the arrow being released, cutting through the air, then the muffled thud of its impact, and finally the sound of two bodies falling hard down the stone steps. Feeling his stomach lurch, Aban knew not to turn his head from his opponent. But panic was growing with every second he couldn’t feel Carina’s presence fighting by his side or seeing some form of her magic sailing by from the corner of his eye.
“Carina?!” he shouted as he knocked the sword from his opponents hands and slammed the curved blade of his axe into the man’s side. The only response he received was a howl of pain from in front of him. As he ripped the axe from the falling body he spotted the female archer release another arrow sent his way.
With a yell, he blocked the attack and with expert precision threw one of his axes, watching it imbed itself in her body. Her face full of pained shock as she slumped over, eyes already dimmed before she hit the floor. Turning Aban moved to the staircase and hurried down, pausing for only a moment to sigh with relief at the sight of Carina shakily pushing herself up from the ground. Breathing shallowly through gritted teeth, she pressed her back against the wall and looked at the arrow before looking up at Aban. There was blood running down the side of her face.
He could see the pain shining in her eyes but he thanked the Maker and Creators that the fall hadn’t been worse. He watched her hold out her hand and he took it, helping her to her feet but he noticed how she swayed. About to suggest she stay and rest while he went on ahead, he stopped when a spark of lightning hit his nose startling him without causing any pain.
“Don’t even suggest it, Aban.” She warned him, her voice was shaky and weak but the fire in her eyes was as strong as ever. “It’ll take more than a little arrow and fall down a couple steps to stop me from fighting. There can’t be that many left.”
“Let’s hope so…” Aban muttered. As they slowly climbed up the steps he could see the shake in her hand that had retrieved her dropped staff and the sheen of sweat forming along her hairline. The idea of Carina continuing to fight in her state didn’t sit well with him at all but he knew if he left her and went on ahead, she would stubbornly follow. When he pulled his axe from the archer, Carina laughed softly and made a feeble attempt at swooning, declaring Aban ‘her hero’, at least she still had her sense of humour despite it all.
“We should just go!” the pair paused on their slowed journey down the corridors at the sound of a panicked voice coming from one of the rooms. “It’s just us left, Boss. It’s not worth it to stay and die like the others.”
“They can’t all be dead!” an angry, voice boomed in response. “Losing to a few farmers isn’t an option.”
“If they haven’t died, they’re close to it or fled when they saw how things were going. That’s the truth of it I swear.” The meeker voice answered. Carina didn’t know how to feel about some of the bandits escaping, they’d only regroup and repeat what they did to another innocent village. She did however feel some relief to know there seemed to be only two left.
Silently they began moving again but pain spiked through Carina’s shoulder and she gasped, her staff falling from her hand and clattered loudly on the ground. In seconds, the two remaining bandits burst into the hallway and they looked between the pair -covered mostly in the sprayed blood of the other bandits they fought along the way-in momentarily stunned silence.
“An ox-man and a knife-ear abomination….now it all makes a little more sense.” The deep voiced bandit snarled looking at them in disgust, pulling out two daggers. The second and more scared looking bandit shook his head, wanting no part in the fight. He took a few steps back before turning to flee but walked straight into the waiting knife in his Boss’ hand. “I have no time for cowards.” the man spat.
During the exchange, Aban kept his eyes trained on the pair but kept a steadying hand on Carina’s waist who strangely didn’t seem eager to get her staff back for the final fight. He could hear her breathing becoming strained but he watched something light in the final bandit’s face and then glared when the man started to laugh.
“Did you get hit with one of them arrows too ox-man?” he jeered. “Would make this all easier if you did. Means I won’t have to lift a finger. Poison like that works nice and slow, would love to see you both begging to be killed after all you did tonight.” Poison? Aban glanced down at Carina and saw her skin draining of colour; her eyes were dim and unfocussed with agony but he could see she was staying awake through sheer willpower at this point.
Slowly she nudged his side, telling him to hurry up. Carina pulled away and slid down to sit on the floor, muttering under her breath doing everything she could to stay awake and mentally fight the agonising fire that was searing through her blood and bones, trying to pull her into the deeps of unconsciousness. It felt as though her head was under water, all noise became distorted and not even her rapid heartbeat slamming in her ears sounded right. Faintly she could tell Aban was fighting but she couldn’t tell how much time had actually passed as she sat there. Was it only a second? An hour? It was impossible to tell. She was in so much pain. It only occurred to her that the world had shifted and she was on the floor and that she was screaming when her lungs protested and she began to cough. Blood and saliva splatted against the dusty floor that suddenly became distant and she felt weightless.
Aban had never heard her scream in such agony before and struggled to keep her from thrashing so much in his arms. He both sighed in relief and felt now worry set in when she suddenly slumped and could only whimper in his arms. Stepping over the two corpses, he entered the room they had come from and laid her on the unused desk. First he’d have to remove the arrow. He moved as quickly and as carefully as he could, making sure to keep his hands covered just in case the shaft also had poison on it. With it removed he used what little supplies he could to clean and cover the wound, knowing it would leave a scar. Next was finding an antidote. Racing back to the archer’s corpse he searched through her pockets, quiver and pouches sighing when he found a tiny labelled vial of liquid. Hurrying to Carina’s side he forced her to swallow the liquid. Now he had to wait.
It wasn’t until sunlight began to stream in through the window that he heard her groan and stir. Getting to his feet he moved to her side and watched her eyes slowly open. Blearily she looked around in pained confusion and finally she looked at him, her lips slowly spreading into her usual wicked smile.
“I know I don’t look my best but do you think I can get that kiss now?” Aban couldn’t help but give a tired laugh and leant down to appease her, pressing his lips gently against hers.
#my writing#my character#my oc#someone elses OC#awaari#aban#aban pavus#carinaXaban#carina/aban#carina#carina lavellan#dragon age#dragon age fic#kiss sentence starter#writing prompt
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So... I just HAD to redraw @awaari‘s Lavellan; Galathan.
I made this art piece a few months ago and really needed to motivate myself and make myself realize that my art style has changed. I can’t say I’m good at drawing, but decent and ok.
I’m proud of how much I’ve improved in the last few months. I can honestly say now that; I’m getting there. I’m slowly getting to where I want my art and I love it.
I’ve been so unsure lately and have been putting myself down, because of all the wonderful and amazing artists in this fandom, but not anymore. Not after this redraw. I’m doing ok, and so are you~
Want to support me? Buy me a coffee~❤
#my art#galathan lavellan#awaari#inquisitor lavellan#male lavellan#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age fanart#inquisitor fanart#art#digital art#headshot#illustration#fanart#I feel like I have a more disney inspired style now and I'm proud of that!#It's just what I wished for#even tho I've been struggling for it for a few years now#I'm really proud of myself#Be proud of yourself too! :D
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How does your OC flirt?
I got tagged by the amazing @thekeeperlavellan - Thank you so much for the tag, dear~ :D
I tag - @keeperscompanionsdai @marquis1305 @smolpocketmonstercoffee @space-vashoth @elvenbeard @kurosmind @rennybu @awaari @quizzikemen
@vilemie @occorner @numphet @numphet @pathcrier @akanekid @sakurabunnie @pelle-lavellan @fun-sized-owl @pookyhuntress @tessa1972 @dinah-myles
Adahlen Lavellan
Adahlen flirts with anyone and everyone. She’s got that vibes that you’d instantly label “Strong lesbian vibes”, even tho she flirts with both genders. When not in a relationship, Adahlen has a very aloof way of flirting, there’s never a string attached and she’ll surely try to make anyone blush. If in a relationship, she tries to hold her more witty flirting lines back, mostly out of respect for her partner, though no on can really hold her totally back from being the flirterious soul she is.
Balder Adaar
Balder will definitively make anyone he flirts with laugh really hard at his stupid jokes. When being courted by this gentle giant, anyone will feel safe and unfiltered. Balder will slowly charm the person, until he can advance into a more physical flirterious courting with gentle ‘accidental’ touches and small bumps. Anyone he flirts with can be who they are, no filters nor labels.
Hallalin Lavellan
Hallalin doesn’t know much about flirting and how to do it, but he tries, despite his shyness. With small glances, deep red cheeks and blushes on his pale skin, tiny accidental touches and small smiles and giggles, he tries his best.
Thelvin Lavellan
Whenever Thelvin finds someone he really likes, he’ll boldly tell them what he feels about him, even though he secretly fears that they’ll turn him down. Due to his many experiences being turned down due to his ‘anatomy’ he always has a fear of it getting in the way of him feeling true love one day, so when someone does return his flirting, even after revealing or realizing his other problems, Thelvin will become more uncertain and unsure, but happier.
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Top 5 Happiness meme
RULES: Name 5 things that make you happy and then tag the last 10 people in your notifications (Seb didn’t do the rules of tagging. haha).
Tagged by the lovely @akanekid - Thank you so much for the tag. :D
1. Nature.
2. The feeling of freedom and no restraint. (I hate being trapped and isolated, due to a past time of my life, I’ll just say that it was horrible and it makes me feel claustrophobic if I don’t have the freedom of going wherever I want or travel.)
3. Mutuals.
4. Friends & Family.
5. Art & Games
Tagging:
@keeperscompanionsdai @smolpocketmonstercoffee @marquis1305 @dickeybbqpit @hoehoehoelt @elvenbeard @rennybu @fleshwerks @awaari @kurosmind @dinah-myles @fun-sized-owl @pelle-lavellan @occorner
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