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hello eyeliner man.

" Do you look into my eyes often? " @valdorin

#ic. #GIF FOR EYELINER EMPHASIS #heheheh #valdorin

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A good King relies upon good advice, Uhtred. I speak only as a man who has made mistakes before.

#・ aksel mesner. #loml

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good morning, i'm at work as usual. I hate it here. come and plot with me.

#out of iron.

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Back then Aksel hadn't cared much for his fate, he'd kept his head down, stayed in line and did as he was told because he was used to that - it was what he'd done his whole life. But that was who he'd been back then, now... he wasn't that person and more importantly he had something, someone worth losing. The fear now rested in screwing it up and putting that at risk, he didn't care for the shop or the life he'd once lived. Those last few weeks, months, were the only good parts he held onto and that was because it had been the start of them, of the two of them and their lives together.

" I would pay good money to watch you do it, If I had any left. " He allows himself to settle against Paerin's side, head lulling to the side to rest against his shoulder. He tries to keep his guard up around the rest of their party, but around him he melts - especially in moments like this when he needs it. " Fine, no take backs and I am not admitting defeat but I know when I will not win. " A smile rests on his lips and he breathes him in. That dread doesn't quite go away but it settles and he's ready, gods, he's ready to let go off it and move on, to be done with a life that isn't his own.

Aksel lifts his head just enough to press a kiss to the others cheek. " You swear it? " His brow arches a little. " Say it again, I like the way it sounds when you say it. " - and he believes it when it comes from Paerin because he has plenty of faith in himself but it's unwavering when it comes to him. " Then I will stop being a misery and get out of this tent. "

He  hasn’t  really  had  a  place  he’s  called  home  in  a  long,  long  time.  Maybe  those  days  in  Baldur’s  Gate  — those  days  with  Aksel,  that  time  they  spent  together,  that  time  they’d  started  making  something  — was  starting  to  be  the  first  that  he  could  really  call  that  in  so  many  years  that  the  word  of  it  feels  strange  and  stiff  on  his  tongue,  but  it’s  there  all  the  same.  And  yet  — along  this  journey,  he’s  come  to  know  that  it’s  not  really  a  place  at  all,  but  rather  merely  being  here,  together.  Whatever  they  face,  he  feels  like  they  face  it  better  together,  whatever  may  come.  

And  so  — he  looks  to  their  return  to  the  city  without  particular  emotion  beyond  that  driven  by  the  purpose  of  their  journey,  but  he’s  well  aware  of  the  truth  that  these  walls  hold  memory  that  goes  far  deeper  than  the  good  ones  they’d  begun  building.  

Still:  he  shrugs.  "  Aye,  see,  it’s  mine.  An’  I  can  do  with  it  what  I  damn  well  please,  an’  what  I’ll  do  with  it  is  stuff  it  down  your  devil’s  throat  myself  to  pay  it  off.  An’  no  paybacks,  either.  "  He  huffs  a  little  exhale.  "  I’ve  got  clothes  on  my  back  an’  steel  in  my  hand,  I’m  set.  "  He  reaches  over,  squeezes  his  knee,  and  then  slowly  shifts  so  he  can  pull  an  arm  'round  his  shoulders.  

"  Aye,  I  know  it,  "  he  sighs.  "  An’  I  suspect  that  this  en’t  goin’  to  be  a  simple  or  fast  job,  either.  But,  "  he  adds,  more  softly,  and  painfully  earnestly  — tipping  his  head  to  murmur  it  into  his  temple:  "  Soon  as  we’re  done  an’  soon  as  we  can,  we’ll  walk  out  these  gates  an’  put  it  behind  us.  That  I  swear.  "

#oathwilled #v. bg3. #them ;-;

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@galefcrce continued (x)

It may make him a hypocrite but he says it any way. Aksel is in the habit of picking up various materials - anything that looks pretty really so that he can make something showstopping next time he works. If he ever works back in his shop again. Part of him hopes he won't, he wants to stay out here, as long as the tadpoles in their heads are removed first.

He caught the vial and looked it over. Fire resistance. For a man who worked over it every day he didn't enjoy it, in fact he'd developed quite the fear of it. " Thank you, I shall make good use of it. " Hopefully it would stay in his pack and he'd have no need to use it before then. " I can offer you an apple, maybe even a piece of bread in return? " A smile tugs at his lips.

#galefcre #v. bg3 #aksel and being affectionate by giving bread

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It was true, Aksel had a tendency to help others and ask for nothing in return. Maybe it was because the last time he'd asked for something he'd ended up entangled with the devil, but perhaps it was the softer part of him that he held onto as well - he didn't think to use it to his advantage. But the wilderness had given him an edge, he could feel himself changing, edges rougher and his tongue more brutal. Still, he was soft at heart. " You would suit being an errand boy. " He teases with the other with a smirk on his lips, not subtle when he looks him up and down. He knows Astarion is right, whether he's willing to admit it and give him that power is another thing entirely. " Should I let you take the lead next time? So you can show me how it is done? " His brow arches as he waits for a response. " It is not in my nature to take from people, maybe it's a flaw of mine - I suppose I must have at least one flaw. "

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

astarion cannot roll his eyes any further, they would pop out of his head if they did, hand on his hip, moved to a side. "oh you know, all this useless do goodery tends to sour the mood for me. did you not even think of asking for something in return, darling? at this point we are surely on our merry way to become faerun's errand boys." rarely is astarion in a good mood, and aksel has this funny little way of just getting to his nerves. he doesn't dare to do much than complain, he would not admit it outloud, but aksel has very well taken in a leader role in this group of theirs. astarion knows he would not be great, but how he wished his companion would just stop it with helping others for no good reason. it's a constant reminder of how others have it better, how others have luck and are given grace when he has had none in over two hundred years. but he'd rather get stabbed than to admit to the fact, to the reality of his situation.

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#anquenin #v. bg3 #this idiot #i cant

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survived a hellish day at work. I'm getting food and then writing.

#out of iron.

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#・ aksel mesner.

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💖💖 sending you some love so that your day isn't so sucky 💕💕💕

Thank you. 🥹💖

#out of iron. #i appreciate it very much

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Today is sucking so bad I just want to get home, yikes.

#out of iron.

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I have well and truly been lost to divinity: original sin 2.

#out of iron.

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

#memes. side quest. #these are so??? #yesgood #send them! #tw gore #tw violence

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@peacereflected : “ i can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt. ” [ from gale ]

" Do you intend to protect me so I do not? " There's a playfulness laced into his words as he gives the wizard's arm a gentle nudge with his elbow. He can only protect him so much, just as he can only protect Gale to an extent, he wished it wasn't the case but it is. " If I get hurt I will get back up again until I cannot. " It's dangerous out here, every threat they come up against is yet another risk to their lives, but they've all made it this far.

There had never been any intention to get this attached to anybody, but he is, he's drawn to the wizard like a moth to a flame despite their differences. It's not easy pulling back those protective barriers he's created for himself from years of isolating himself - keeping himself for company, but he's trying. " I do not want anything to happen to you either, you know? I have grown a little attached. " His previous tone is replaced with something a little more serious as he watches Gale. " I will be fine, as will you. We'll make it. " He tries to convince himself of his own words.

#peacereflected #v. bg3 #CRIES

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There's no better way to wake up and start a morning. Gods, if he'd had any intention of springing out of bed he's not going to now. Aksel's in no hurry, he's happy to enjoy the attention and the view. It's one hell of a view too, elbows against the bed as he keeps himself propped up to watch Paerin. " I could get used to waking up to you down there, you look pretty. " He wants to feel his mouth around him again but at the same time he doesn't want to rush, he wants to take his time and last just so he can enjoy him for that bit longer.

He can feel hot breath against the tip of his cock and then the kiss - he twitches in response, thighs tense. Lips part for him to speak but he stops when he feels Paerin's finger, teeth biting down onto his lower lip, a very weak attempt to hide the smirk that starts to appear on his lips. " Tease - " He knows it's an offer but he's a damn tease too.

Then he pressed down against the circling finger and he pushes himself up just a little more because he wants to watch his mouth move around his cock. " I have nowhere to be, " The smirk appears properly that time and he purposefully shifts his hips so his cock bumps Paerin's lower lip but then he's pressing against that finger again and hell, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He's eager and fuck he's his to toy with. " Fuck, I'm all yours. "

That’s  the  point  — or  so  he’d  say  if  he  could,  because  he’s  busy.  Instead,  he  just  utters  a  groan  deep  in  his  throat.  It’s  not  the  first  time  by  far:  he’s  enthusiastic  with  this,  eager  and  attentive,  but  usually  he  does  work  him  over  fast  and  hot.  Chasing  release,  not  teasing  or  dragging  it  out  — and  he  often  likes  it  much  the  same.  But  this  time,  he’s  going  slower,  taking  his  time  — feeling  every  part  of  him,  just  taking  a  moment  to  let  the  simple  pleasure  of  the  moment  wash  over  them  both.  

Of  course:  he’s  plenty  hard,  too,  but  he’s  ignoring  it  for  the  most  part;  that  can  wait.  For  now,  he  works  him  lazily  before  pulling  back  enough  to  give  him  a  moment’s  break,  the  tip  resting  against  his  lower  lip.  He  follows  it  with  a  low  sound,  voice  caught  tight:  "  God,  but  you’re  perfect,  "  he  breathes.  "  Gorgeous  fuckin’  everything.  You  undo  me.  "  He  exhales  a  shaky  little  breath,  following  it  with  a  groaning  laugh.  "  Well,  d’you  want  to  last  a  long  time?  "  

And  he  mouths  a  kiss  against  the  shaft,  slipping  a  hand  between  them  and  between  his  thighs,  making  sure  it’s  wet  before  teasing  at  fingering  him,  more  question  and  offer  than  doing  yet  — and  he  gives  a  little  cheeky  grin.  "  Could  always  just  see  how  long  I  can  make  y’last  ——  "  Just  as  the  lazily  circling  finger,  it’s  a  tease  and  offer  at  once:  he  very  much  prefers  to  check  in  before  doing  much  of  anything.  "  Whatever  y’want.  "

#oathwilled #v. modern. #you go your way. i'll go your way too. ( paerin & aksel. ) #/ nsfw #/ usfw

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Day 101 of trying to think up a new url.

#out of iron.

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who wants memes???

#out of iron. #aksel coming to invade inboxes #i'm gonna do it at random but if anyone wants some!

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@seeliecourt : “  why  are  you  smiling?  ” (from essek)

Hiding his emotions had never been a talent of his and he was especially bad at hiding a smile when one tugged at the corner of his lips, unwillingly or not. He hadn't thought anyone had seen him, he was busy holding a piece of meat over the fire hoping it would cook faster when Essek had approached him.

" I am? " Shit, of course he was. Half the time he wasn't even aware he was doing it. Lips pursed tightly together in an attempt to keep it at bay - even if it was too late. " I was just thinking - " Was he honest? Did he make something up? It sounded a little pathetic out loud coming out of his mouth, out of somebody else's it wouldn't. " I was just thinking about how much I like being out here, minus the monsters. It is better than being stuck in a shop. " Aksel shrugged. " It sounds stupid when I say it out loud. "

#seeliecourt #v. fantasy. #hes so dumby