Author: skylarkstark

roxannemorton:

I just love female muses so much. Reminder to all writers of female muses oc or canon that you are doing amazing work and are talented as fuck, and your collective giant middle fingers to the rampant misogyny in the rp community is just the light of all fucking life. 

lepusmagicae‌:

“Ferelden,” Elora answered at once. “No one here is going to hurt you,” she assured him and gently placed her hands on his shoulders to stop him from getting up on his feet too quickly. He’d been unconscious for days while the healers worked on him. He’d been grievously injured in what could only be described as some sort of… smelting accident.

There’d been a couple of broken bones as well (now mended), no doubt owing to fall he’d taken whilst tumbling from a rift.

Had he been in the Fade? Had a demon poured melted gold over his head?

So many questions and none were answered as of it, due to him being asleep.

He did look much better than the last time she saw him, though. Much better, actually. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks when she realized how handsome this stranger was and she tried to clear her thoughts at once. This was no time to start ogling someone who still recovering.

“How are you feeling?”

He wanted to get up, to see his surroundings around him more clearly to see just what this Ferelden looked like and if he could see any way out, but saw none. He stayed put as he felt the womans hands on him keeping him in place so he sat up further. “Better?” He remarked unsure of how he was really supposed to be feeling. “Yes…better. I feel less pain that’s for sure. How I have no idea…” These people were truly strange to him and he suddenly wondered if he had wound up in the clutches of witches, oddly long eared witches at that.

“How did you find me? I-I should have been dead…” He stammered at the realization that he almost died and now he was alive. Alive in some weird place and nothing looked familiar.  Viserys sat up more shrugging off the hands that were trying to stop him as he saw soldiers and more odd fellows in the crowd and stared at the grey colored man in horror as Viserys’s violet eyes caught the horns and his mouth dropped and he hid behind the woman as best he could before he winced at the dull pain feeling in his side. “There is a beast here…” Not knowing that the woman most likely already knew who the beast was and that he wouldn’t hurt him.

@lepusmagicae

@meryllfrey

Bronn and Meryll going on cross country adventures and seeing the world in their van they converted into a home. It’s cozy and homey and sometimes uncomfortable but it’s worth it when they’re cuddled close to see some far away sunrise with horribly made coffee curtsy of Bronn with grounds still in it and whatever they could throw together for breakfast.

alleyspat:

REMEMBER KIDS !!   some very important relationships are PLATONIC.   some are maternal, paternal, friendships, siblingships.   they do not all have to revolve around romantic/sexual attraction.   please don’t ever think that i wouldn’t write with you if you didn’t want to bring a romantic/sexual ship to the table. I LOVE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS.   THEY ARE UNDERRATED, UNDER EXPLORED, AND LOOKED PAST WAY TOO OFTEN.    THEY CAN BE THE MOST IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIP TO A CHARACTER.   PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.