#dorian threads

[thirtecnth]

@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales / closed starter / lola silvia torres setting: town hall

Exiting the bathroom stall, Dorian sighed at the words written on the mirror in red lipstick. It had been all day with this-- fucking with him. He just about had enough of going back and forth to the mayor's office because he was told by Lola that she needed him... He couldn't possibly even ignore it because he wouldn't hear the end of it if it were real just one time. He tried fucking with her back, but he wasn't even sure how effective his methods were... Now the mayor and everyone else had left and he was seriously behind and annoyed.

"Alright, really? Whore? That's the best you could come up with?" He said, lifting up his hand which was covered with red from smearing the word off. "What are you, five? Or did you just decide to be a bad girl today and overdo it on the nose candy? Inquiring minds want to know."

#threads. / dorian & lola #could not resist

[opaleyedprince]

dorian lorepost 3: friends, family, and fun (for me - not he)

under a cut bc this is L O N G and i mean. essay length probably

family

apart from his birth mother (roza), dorian has five members in his immediate family: his father (stephan), his stepmother (carmen), and three older half siblings: eduard, andrei, and isobel. the rest of dorian's family lack his dark hair and eyes, with all of his sibling having dirty-blond, red, or brown hair, leaving dorian to stick out like a sore thumb in family portraits.

his father was not expecting another child, much less one that inherited the family crest, and his relationship with dorian has always been awkward. as a child, dorian was very pushy about whether or not his father even cared about his birth mother at all, and for a period of several years refused to speak to him after a particularly bad fight. despite this, they are currently on speaking terms, with stephan teaching dorian how to properly activate/wield/manage his crest. he also ensured dorian was given proper combat training, along with scholarly teachings involving history, strategy, and politics.

dorian was very shy around his stepmother for months after being rescued from the bitter cold, and in turn carmen was conflicted about dorian and everything the child represented. but she was the first to notice the way dorian shivered at the slightest hint of a chill, his hesitance when it came to touch and his refusal of skin on skin contact despite how obviously he wanted connection. for his fifth birthday, she gifted him a pair of gloves that served to help alleviate his fears, and in turn he began to view her as a parental figure.

she took him under her wing - he was about a year behind her youngest - and raised him as her own. while his father provided dorian with lessons based around his future responsibilities as an inheritor of the family's crest, carmen ensured that he had not only a well-rounded education (expanding his lessons to include the arts and practical skills like cooking and sewing), but that he had hobbies as well (he took to things like dancing, poetry, embroidery, and fencing).

of dorian's three half siblings, the eldest is eduard, who took the addition of a new sibling in stride despite the fact that he was being raised to be the future head of house konstantinov before dorian's abrupt arrival. he doesn't have an adversarial relationship with dorian, but neither does he have a particularly close bond with him; he's always been distant and cold. since he's several years older than dorian, he has no real idea how to have a proper conversation with him. most of dorian's memories involve eduard talking about how dorian has to be perfect, exemplary, without flaw so that he does not bring shame upon their house. this sentiment comes from a place of genuine care, it's just that eduard hasn't made the effort to actually get to know dorian, absorbed as he is in his duties.

andrei is the middle child of dorian's half siblings, and the only one who has taken a wholly adversarial view of him. they find dorian's presence shameful and used to bully him relentlessly when they were children. it was only after their parents intervened that andrei backed off, though their relationship has never grown any warmer. andrei is a performer who travels throughout faerghus and is often on the road. they're generally a bit stuck-up and very proud, with a soft spot for their two siblings and no one else. secretly, both they and dorian wish to bridge the gap between them, but andrei has no clue how to go about apologizing for the way they've treated dorian in the past. despite no longer holding any real animosity towards him, they continue to be combative.

the youngest of dorian's half siblings - and the one closest to his own age - is isobel. she's just a year older than him, and took to dorian like a duck to water when they were introduced. the pair quickly became thick as thieves and would often get into trouble, with isobel becoming more outgoing around dorian (who managed to be even more shy than she was). out of his entire family, isobel is the one dorian is closest to; he writes letters to her regularly and hers is always the first opinion he seeks when he needs advice. a gifted and talented mage, isobel has chosen to spend her time teaching others using her skills. when she's not travelling throughout the kingdom offering herself as a tutor she spends her time honing her magic and putting her lessons on paper. as of dorian heading to the academy, she hopes to make copies of her work available within the next five years.

friends

as a member of house konstantinov, dorian grew up mostly hearing about the other houses in the holy kingdom via proxy - due to his status as the only child of the family that bore a crest, he was raised mostly secluded on the konstantinov grounds. on rare occasions when other nobility visited, he would spend most of the time in hiding due to his shy nature. he happened to meet several of the blue lions briefly throughout his earlier years (felix, ingrid, and dimitri). dorian had very few friendships apart from his close bond with his older sister.

due to his house's close relationship with the church of seiros, dorian is very used to being around knights and other members of the church, including even the archbishop herself. before the events of three houses, he had been to visit the monastery multiple times, and thinks of it as a safe place without needing time to settle in once the academy phase starts. he's friends with flayn and views seteth as a sort of older brother figure, and keeps up his swordplay skills by dueling the knights in their spare time.

dorian is capable of getting along with almost anyone, but as of the academy phase his circle of friends includes felix, mercedes, dedue, ignatz, linhardt, and tentatively dimitri.

lil misc details

dorian is deathly afraid of heights and the cold, often wearing more layers than is strictly necessary and refusing to look out of high windows or over railings

dorian's favorite animals are those often considered to be pests: vultures, ravens/crows, and foxes

dorian's room always has a large fire going in it, even during the warmer months

dorian is considered mysterious by others his age who don't know him (he's actually just shy)

dorian likes going on horseback rides and was given two hunting dogs when he came of age

when he's unable to sleep, dorian can be found going on walks outside or playing piano

so, about that crest

since it's stated that the nabatean's blood was a required component in giving the elites their crests, constantine likely already was in possession of a crest when they defected. however! since the game doesn't elaborate on the exact methods i chose to believe it was some sort of magic-laced blood transfusion, one which constantine was notably on the lesser receiving end of; because even in their elevated status they were still just an ex-stablehand.

so at some point i do think - as a form of hazing - constantine was forced to drink blood. which did suck but also well. you did betray your friend dude maaaaybe you should not have done that? and this is why the konstantinov crest behaves differently/the way it does.

anyway- effects of this! constantine's hair was probably run through with streaks of gray by the time they switched sides again to support seiros, and by the end of the war their hair was almost fully white. it was only with rhea's help that they were able to better manage the effects of their crest on their body and psyche.

among these effects was the ability to hear the other relics, or rather to hear bits of who they had once been. their own weapon, which beat in their hands to the tempo of the crest stone imbedded within it, whispered to them in the voice of the friend they'd allowed to be killed. even after the war, constantine was seen as a mysterious recluse, driven mad by their own guilt and oath-bound to the church in a form of eternal repentance.

constantine lived far longer than any of the other elites, becoming a pale shadow who lingered at rhea's side and served her faithfully as one of her very first knights. upon their passing, they were entombed by their family in what would become the konstantinov mausoleum, located in the cold frostbitten mountains where the family grounds was also constructed.

now, decades and decades later, their crest still allows the inheritor to hear the whispers of the hero's relics, though said whispers have grown quieter and rarer over time.

even individuals that do not inherit the konstantinov crest still find themselves preferring their meats rare, and some have been born with particularly sharp senses or found their incisors growing in more pointed than before when they lost their baby teeth. depleting ones' energy by overusing the crest will cause the user to crave rare meats, and outsiders who know the workings of their crest often refer to them as vampires as a joke (they don't actually drink blood - except in cases of desperation orrr well. what partners do is their business and not anyone else's mkay).

dragon and blood imagery is prevalent outside of the family's coat of arms, and dark maroon is the most common underlying color when it comes to decorations or things that are associated with the family, such as a flag or a handkerchief. rather than ordinary gargoyles, the mansion sports draconic ones, along with dragons incorporated into the architecture or furniture inside, with the primary accent color being gold or golden-bronze.

#opal.txt #oc lore tag #oc tag: dorian #i do like constantine i am very compelled by them #haunted literally. by that one choice for the rest of their life #any crest inheritors who were also vegetarian go down in the family's history btw they're held up as very strong #the prevalent dragon imagery is a thread connecting them back to the nabateans #isobel and dorian are so so close. she was probably the first one dorian talked to abt not being a girl #i also think all of dorian's siblings and his dad have green eyes. it's the dragon in them continuing to peek through even after so long #dorian's pupils do turn to slits when he activates his crest - as a child he used to not be able to switch back and forth with such ease #anyway. have this whole essay on dorian. i've made my own wiki article for him w/this almost

[dearxreader]

aberto para todos

local: starlight cinema (noite)

se quiser, aprenda mais sobre dorian aqui

desde criança sempre fora um grande fã de qualquer forma de arte, mesmo que não tivesse relação com a música. o cinema era um de seus lugares favoritos da cidade, mesmo que ás vezes ele ficasse bastante cheio com a multidão de pessoas que ficavam curiosas com um cinema ao ar livre. o rapaz sempre ia mais cedo para ficar observando o local; gostava de presenciar pontos de atividades sociais entre pessoas. ele caminhava tranquilamente, sem prestar muita atenção pelo caminho, quando sentiu o leve baque de seu corpo contra o corpo de outra pessoa. o rapaz deu um passo para trás quase que imediatamente, os olhos procurando a figura com quem havia esbarrado. — desculpa, não foi minha intenção. — disse rapidamente, encarando a pessoa com a expressão mais serena.

#writers: starter #( livin' on a prayer: dorian threads )

[unknownmusing]

Adoribull Fanfic: 'When a Thread of Fate Brings Two People Together'

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Plot Summary:

A story of how a Mage and Qunari who are both of different races slowly over time as they spent having adventures together begin to develop something more between them.

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Prologue - 'The Beginning of a Thread of Fate Weaving between Two Different Races to Join Them Together' (Part 1 of ?)

Location - Un-named river some distance from Redcliffe Village - Hinterlands, Ferelden - Late Evening

In an area surrounded by meadow grass and wildflowers, while a river winds it way through mountainous region a few feet away, Dorian Pavus flicks through the tome he picked up on his travels using the light from the crackling camp-fire to illuminate the pages so he can read them - some of the writing is faded over time with other parts missing paragraphs but the diagrams helped understand the spells being mentioned.

So absorbed in his reading of the tome he doesn't hear his second companion travelling with him approaching the camp, until a thud of something heavy lands close-by making him lift his head to see some kind of wild boar lays there - though looking more mutated and hybrid-looking - then flicks his gaze up to his large companion who's reached for a large carving knife to sharpen it with a whetstone.

"Don't worry, I know which cuts to get that won't make us ill." Iron Bull - a Beast of the the Qunari - states to Dorian who's wondering if should decline in eating but his stomach betrays him by choosing to grumble indicating he's hungry.

This makes the large Qunari chuckle at him, standing up to pick up the wild boar's body to take it over to the branch of tree to begin skinning it - removing the fur; other parts which are inedible and finally cutting it so effeciently and effortlessly that Dorian forgets for a moment Iron Bull has murdered various people in similar ways as he watches the sight of the minotaur working away.

The slope of the large muscles shifting, every soft way the hands slide over the dead boar's body testing to see which way to cut and turning it to check the other side of it that gulping slightly, Dorian shuts the tome to place in his travelling pack and getting up heads down to river needing some space.

His mind begins to flood with so many images, he quickly places a clenched fist in his mouth to silence any sounds - this was frankly embarassing, he's acting like a young randy male seeing a female they like but don't want to admit - when he reaches the beach-area nearby the river curve so that Iron Bull can't pick them up, his other resting over his abdomen close to his groin.

"Control yourself, Dorian…..Control yourself…..you hate his Race…..remember….." He mutters under his breath, only for sudden image of him and the beast embraced in such a way his clenched fist moves away from his mouth to grip his shoulder and other cup himself between his thighs arching slightly when unexpected heat floods through him at it.

He moans breathlessly to his shame, horror and embarassment knowing that the Qunari would pick it up with their acute hearing only to sink down onto the sandy ground lying back to begin to rub himself through his breeches, thighs quivering intensely and mind flooding with so many images, whispers and sensation of being embraced he can't help but let out mewling breathless gasps, pants and whimpers.

What is happening to him?

Why was heat flooding throughout his system like his body had realised he was compatible with the Qunari when records stated it wasn't possible for a Beast of the Qunari to be compatible with a Human and other species and only their own.

Was it because of when they met that fateful rainfall night the touch from the Qunari had left an imprint and somehow they both become compatible?

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 PART 1 - 'How the Thread First Formed Between Two'

Location - Tevinter Imperium - Nothern Thedas, Minrathous - Approaching Late Evening 

2 Years Earlier

Rain is falling down heavily on the streets of Tevintar Imperium in Northern Thedas, Minrathous, drowning out the sounds of scuffle going on between four people – the fourth trying to make dash for it, an alleyway between two large buildings briefly becoming illuminated by an eerie light which fades away when they are knocked over before can get out of the alleyway where curses in native Tevene begin to fill it.

“Maybe we should gag him for good measure. This….fucking mage as a mouth on him doesn’t he.”

“Just remember his….the Magister Pavus I mean wants him alive.”

“Heh, yeah good coin being paid for escorting this….”

Dorian Pavus – son of Halward Pavus and Aquinea Thalrassian – finds him struggling in vain to get away from the larger of the Hired Thugs pinning him down onto the alleyway ground mostly grinding to his vain his face into it, discussing with the other two thugs debating on what do with him.

It is a handful of days since he run away from his home and for good intentions and reasons, he never wanted to set foot there again. Surrounded by something which had started to become the equivalent of a gilded cage which he begins to wonder would ever be able to get out of.

“Heh, seems our Mage here is being a little too quiet.” One of the Hired Thugs notes, squatting down in front of him to reach out to grab hold of the back of his head by his hair wrenching it upwards to force him to look at harsh, unforgiving cold eyes. “What you thinking about? Way to escape?”

Glaring back, Dorian refuses to answer resulting a hand immediately slapping him across the face so hard it leaves his ears ringing and splitting his lower lip in the process allowing blood to trickle down the side of his lip and chin closely followed by a hand grabbing hold of his chin to dig their nails harshly into his cheeks when they say their next words.

“You know I always hated Vint’s like this, Pompous, arrogant and vain. Only thinking about themselves.”

Brought up onto his feet, Dorian wonders if can summon a quick spell – one that will get rid of the Hired Thugs - when a gruff, deep voice interrupts it sends prickles up and down him in a such a way it felt like when one meets their Soulmate for the first time and their coloured Soul Threads connect.

“And does that count for yourself as well."

A very large, tall figure stands there at the entrance to the alleyway wearing a faded hooded cloak looking straight at the Hired Thugs surrounding him.

"So......Did you miss me?" Is the first words from the large hooded figure - who after the brief glimpse Dorian had seen of their face when they were fighting is a Qunari who looks oddly familiar and bringing back a memory of night at a Masked Party, an embrace in large arms and so much unexpected overstimulation it was feat he managed to get up to leave in the morning - as he leans against the alley brick-wall with his arms crossed over his chest and staff back in its holder on his back.

Sighing heavily with one hand up coming to pinch the bridge of his nose he wonders how he answer the Qunari - the hulk of a beast who he had a one night stand with, before escaping from the guest bedchamber lest fear of scandal of being discovered bedding a Qunari - whose name he doesn't know, who is busy going through the Hired Thugs until finds one still alive.

"I...Don't have a clue what you mean by 'Did I miss you?' because 1. I don't know who you are and 2. What are you doing?" Dorian replies, watching the Qunari turn their hooded gaze to him before gets up, just after bounding their prisoner in tight ropes so the singled-out Hired Thug cannot escape, walking up to where he stands.

A hand slams beside his head onto the alley brickwall allowing for the hooded cloak to slip off slightly revealing one ash-grey hand covered in snaking ink-black tattoos at the sametime the Qunari presses closer to him it forces him to turn his face to one side to not look at them.

"You have to understand....you felt the sensation didn't you?" The Qunari asks him, referring of course to the feel of a Soul-Thread connecting him to their's making Dorian, blush so heavily it's no doubt showing on his face even in the dim moonlight alongside the promixity of them against his body.

"Vishante kaffas!! I have no idea what your talking about!!!? Now if you'll excuse me....I like to get on....mmfffff!!!?" Dorian begins to say, only for lips to smash into his before he can even protest or cast a spell sending a throbbing wave of something through the forming Soul Thread making him slump against their large body, feeling one hand slide around to embrace him and the other come up to cradle the back of his head.

His fingers twitch heavily, hands spasming before manages to wrench free stumbling down the alleyway to compose himself.

Dorian brings up to his slightly swollen lips a shaking hand - the Qunari had just kissed him!!!? Without even a warning, just did it to him.

Angry at the forcefulness of it he forms a lightening ball in one hand, turning fully around to face the Qunari standing there watching him to send it hurtling towards them choosing not to hang around to check if worked or not. 

His mind beginning to flood with a memory of a masked party, the mysterious large Qunari and everything else that had happened that fateful night as he keeps on running and running through the weaving alleyways and down empty streets passing by houses, shops and market stalls until out of one of the many large city gate's into the wildness of a land unknown to him. 

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Notes:

This chapter deals with introducing the characters called Verikas - an elf who doesn't want to be an Inquisitor - and his friend Ku'rac who is a Qunari who in next chapter will soon meet Dorian and Iron Bull

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Part 2 – The Beginning (1 of ?)

Location - The Fade also known as The Beyond - Location of Realm Unknown 

It is an quiet, eerie stillness of without sound which makes Verikas flutter his eyes open, faintly seeing the blurred large figure of his close friend Ku’rac – a Qunari who had become exiled from his people due to disagreements with them – lying close-by then his vision fully clears to reveal he is in the Fade.

Around wispy emerald mist raises in different areas, structures of crumbled elvish ruins float in the air way above - some facing upside down and others dissembling - then hears a pained groan coming from Ku'rac making him get up, stumbling slightly forwards swaying due to experiencing the Fade for the first time trying to remember what happened but all he is getting is fractured memories of group of people talking; a cloaked hooded figure wearing a mask with liliac vines on it and then a explosion of raw, untimed magical energy originating from somewhere.

"Ku'rac....Ku'rac...." Verikas reaching his friend calls out, trying to rouse the Qunari who gives pained groan with both his hands twitching - unclenching and clenching - until flutters his eyes open, gaze soon focusing on him with Ku'rac allowing him to help him to sit up

"Verikas, what.....the Maker just happened?!! Last thing I remember was watching you from the balcony about to state you don't want to be an Inquisitor then nothing afterwards!!" Ku'rac asks him so many questions he cannot give his friend any of the answers to, because even himself doesn't know them.

"I....have faint memory but will have to discuss it later. We need to get out of here." Verikas replies, his keen hearing picking up that they are not alone with him helping Ku'rac to stand up, followed by noticing a bright light in the distance.

Both agree that they should head towards it to investigate what it could be, quickly making their way across crumbling platforms; clambering up floating islands above them and coping with walking upside down or even sideways until finally reach a flight of stone-carved steps.

"Verika, spiders!!!?" Ku'rac calls out to him, pointing to mass of them skittering across over to where they are located he begins to run up the stairs only to trip over a step when a sudden and unexpected sharp, lightening-like pain radiates from his hand through every nerve ending he finds himself giving out a bloodcurdling scream.

His legs give out on him with Ku'rac sweeping in to grab hold to cradle in his large arms, running up the stone-carved steps where the light of the figure waiting seems to enamate outwards that Verikas doesn't remember what happens next.

Just the words 'You'll will live. The both of you' closely followed by blackness.

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#adoribull #dorian pavus x iron bull #dragon age inquisition #emotional angst alert #Slow-burn romance #trust issues #Dorian trying to understand Iron Bull #Falling in love #Soulmates #Soulmate Threads #Inaccurate historical stuff about Qunari mentioned #Dorian realises the Historical tomes about Qunari are salacious lies #Part 1 of ? of 'One's Dragon Age: Inquisition Fics' #Pictures sourced from various sources #Post will be updated with new chapters as progress in typing it up #additional tags to be added

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @thirtecnth (dorian)

"Brought you something," Lance placed the back from Bucky's Diner in front of Dorian as he let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair. "As good as Bucky's is, I still crave McDonald's constantly. Sometimes I wish one of those big trucks would take the wrong turn and crash here so we could just go crazy."

#lance cerulli ; threads #lance and dorian 1

[writermuses]

It was a big deal for Alina to take off right after the wrap of Nutcracker. It wasn't exactly like she had ever celebrated Christmas or any other winter season holiday. It was the years of messages with Dorian that made her curious. Was it a risk to show up in his hometown (kingdom really) to surprise him on New Years Eve, definitely. She knew he could not only be busy but likely had company. Alina never saw herself as a person that took risks or stepped out of her comfort zone, but she found herself wanting to move beyond her well established safety net for him. The last time she'd come it was for auditions and now that the Nutcracker wrapped this surprise wasn't just that she wanted to kiss that very handsome man at midnight, she was moving to be a principal dancer at the national ballet. Slipping into the crowd, a bustling throng of people awaiting the fireworks over Kylanth's castle, Alina's weaved slowly through them with her eyes looking for just one particular person. She'd left this moment to fate and as she looked up at the castle's windows, catching sight of a familiar form kissing a pretty blonde, her heart sank and she leaned against the cold wall as she tried to will her heart to calm down. Only for her pulse to quicken when a hand took hers. "I'm fine, really."

closed starter for @hcllriot

#hcllriot #ref: alina x dorian #thread: alina x dorian 03 #holidays 2023 #//could be dorian #//could be rex and brianna #//i don't think she knows he's a twin

[bishonenspit]

bonham really must love dorian bc if my live in boss roommate friend who kisses me sometimes was like well the homophobic guy who hates me so bad told me that zen buddhism will cure me of my intense paranoia so we are going to do that in the streets of austria i would be like that's cool queen but ☝️ have you considered. seeking professional help

#instead of like going along with it?? kudos to him tho he is just so nice #エロ🦑 tag #this arc is so things happening #the further you get into the manga the more the arcs become like long twisting plot threads that you just have to follow as best you can #also. dorian. holy shit. major klaus heinz von dem liarpants tells you that you should study zen to fix your mental problems and you say ok #girl!!! #both of these men have an incredibly loose grasp on mental health #i like understand the gay urge to be like (guy you are obsessed with tells you something) this will be the thing that fixes me but #girl you are having auditory hallucinations #or is he wooooooo idk why is there ghost haunted statue lore in this manga jfc

[aftcrhours]

“she gets more annoying by the day if you can believe that.” couples therapy was not something dorian thought he would need to attend in order to annul his marriage to daphne. apparently, the court needed proof that they couldn’t stand each other. “she moves my things out of my room every time i leave. she refuses to acknowledge that this whole predicament that we’re in is her fault.” he continued, “i can’t even sleep at night for fear that she might snap and do something to harm me.” @champagns​

#champagns #❛ — dorian suarez. ╱ threads. #❛ — dorian & daphne. ╱ pairing. #can't believe i'm doing this

[afieldinengland]

#just remembered i own rupert hart-davis’ edited collection of wilde’s letters #was talking to my friend just yesterday about wilde observing in de profundis how he seemed to have uncannily prefigured his own life in hi #work. doom that ‘runs like a purple thread’ in dorian gray etc

[draconikia]

an eye roll as he sips his champagne, for such dislike of him and the accident of his birth - she certainly does seem to find reasons to approach him. a wide berth usually given to aelin, not out of dislike, but for her own discomfort. while he may be the black sheep of his corrupt family, he is not unaware that the lineage he bears makes many uncomfortable.

the piercing eyes and dark hair that so perfectly mirror his fathers, the only thing he inherits from his mother is the higher cheekbones and wider jaw. his father more hawkish in his appearance, drawn and hollowed out. dorian often thinks to himself that had he not given his soul away he'd look better, but he keeps that thought to himself. usually. chaol's heard it ceaselessly.

' you do realise you could have stayed across the room. don't you? '

his voice a teasing drawl as he watches her from the corner of his eye, kaltain rompier angling towards him, her dark gaze hungry as he avoids meeting that glance only by spinning to face aelin. the glass he's held so delicately is drained and sit on a passing tray.

' dance with me? i'll owe you -- for life. '

his mother had chosen kaltain as an appropriate bride, but there was not one part of dorian, no matter his womanising reputation that craved to fulfill those desires for his mother, or kaltain.

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜// dorian && aelin // modern au // @littlequeens

#dorian havilliard // modern au // interaction #littlequeens #NEPO BABIES #answered // feel free to turn into threads if inspiration strikes

[thirtecnth]

@darknursexiu / closed starter / Lin Xiu setting: main street

Dorian had just finished up his work for the day and immediately, all the man wanted was a drink. Holding in all his inside thoughts was exhausting enough... Especially when the only brains actually working were about two of them including himself. Noticing Xiu headed that way, he caught up, glancing over at her. "Well, well, well... Look who it is," he said, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Don't tell me, one of the geezers kept calling you names and you were this close to finally snapping their neck." He pinched his fingers together, showing it to her before laughing. "Am I close?"

#threads. / dorian & xiu

[mythvoiced]

-. The Liar

"Claude Bonvent" | Old™ | He/she

Claude Bonvent, a fake high class vampire with unknown origins. The 'fake' pertains to the fact that he's poor as all hell and only pretends to have familiarized himself with the finest of the fine of centuries past. He had never been a complete stranger to them, but only ever as arm candy, as thief, as someone who'd walked in and stuck around for as long as it took someone to realize 'hold on, who is this guy the son of again?'. Thievery, lying, conniving, but most of all, always ready to pop off, short-tempered and only submissive when it helps him play his cards right. He's not particularly sweet, doesn't even like people all that much, has a low tolerance for bullshit, and is not secretly soft and kind-hearted. He's an evil uncle waiting to happen. Probably aroace but I haven't really dived into that yet.

No one knows where he came from. He's just... there, most likely running from whomever he's recently pissed off.

TW: death, vampires, blood, violence, debauchery, weaponization of sex appeal, dishonesty, some sort of mental health issues Tags below ♥

#;intro #;ooc #the liar;open #the liar;claude #the liar;gallery #the liar;about #the liar;musings #DON'T LOOK AT ME DON'T LOOK AT ME IT'S ALL RIGHT THIS IS FINE NEVER MIND THAT I FINALLY #RECENTLY FINISHED ALL MY ABOUT DOCS AND AM NOW SUBJECTING MYSELF TO YET ANOTHER MUSE IT'S ALL RIGHT #i saw an edit of atj in anna karenina and that's my fc for Claude and FUCK he fits so swell i'm obsessed #Claude's a character i made for my brother's rp campaign (can't call it dnd it wasn't it was WHOLLY homebrew) #now i will subject you guys to it-- and if you compare him to as.ta.rio.n I MADE HIM WITHOUT KNOWING HIM-- #i'm kidding i MEAN I DID make claude without knowing about a lil star but if you compare him TELL ME HOW #the major difference between Claude and lil star from that game is that Claude is less redeemable #and he hasn't been abused-- he's... imagine that some of his attitude is sort of akin to Dorian Grey #his fake surname is funny to me #'AKIN' to mr grey because Claude needs no lord henry and he's... he'd just straight up never regret it lmao #i'm probs gonna yknow Period Drama Verse-him and find anna karenina resources for those threads #his backstory can be summed up in 'hungry rat' #;queue #EDIT: I forgot to adjust his pronouns OOPS YOU DIDNT SEE ANYTHING

[dontgofarfromme]

Hearing them say to call up any allies and then that the structure of the device is mirrored across 3 different planes...not me hoping for EXU 3 with the Crown Keepers dealing with whichever device Bell's Hells decides not to take down

#critical role #cr3 #cr spoilers #i do want dorian back with bh like my first tbought was plz get blue boy #but i think this woud be fun too #theres plot threads and foreshadowing in exu and exu kymal iirc that i want picked up again i think they should get another series

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@altuspavus replying to this

Neria didn't immediately respond, seemingly lost in thoughts - she wasn't, she was formulating her response - while looking at what at least was one lovely view from up there on the mountain.

"I say we go for a fistfight. This way the meat will be tender and ready to be cooked by the winner. I've got my blade's eternal flame to prepare it, so it should be fine." Implying that she'd be the winner of such game, of course. Her expression was just as serious, her tone a little more deadpan than his had been, but as always she had far more trouble controlling her lips so that she wouldn't smile. She failed once again, in fact, corners twitching up after her last words.

"And it wasn't my idea, but considering our conversation at the moment maybe our more diplomatic friends had a point. And I'm not counting you as such because you are far more easily corrupted, Josephine won't break in front of people. Take offense as you please, you know it's true."

#altuspavus #as always you don't have to keep the threads (but you can) also can i already be in love with their friendship #Dorian SHOULD be allowed to welcome people in skyhold at all times lmao #neria thread; #starve to death #muse: neria #show: dao

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

Went to a small sewing store that opened up in my town and the older grandmother seeming woman who was running it looked me up and down and was like "...are you a sewer?" and I mumbled "yeah." and then wandered around for 20 minutes before buying some fat quarts to put on my vest and she asked me what I was making and I said Im putting them on my vest and she said "Oh, thatll be cool!" in a way that sounds like she did not think so.

#she was talking in a way that sounded like she didnt think I had any sewing experience which I guess is fair #explained what fat quarts are and also what embroidery thread is. she was nice however #I was wandering around because I got to scared to ask if she had any plain white fabric for fear she would #ask me to explain and I'd tell her its for a action figure custom. #Dorian still needs his belt and harness Ive been putting it off.

[midnightsaboteur]

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@ofxinnocence / @ofxinnocencewrites​

Her opening point was a fair one but Dorian simply kept smirking to it, a shrug soon following too. “Because I’ve had my eye on you ever since I walked in and I think you could use a little fun later,” Dorian mused to her question, his gaze meeting hers and thus letting him see the very slight yet still playful hint that she was intrigued rather than repulsed by his offer. Her tone had been quite blunt but the eyes never lied and they told Dorian exactly what he wanted to know, the answer also being exactly what he wanted. 

To her next question, Dorian shrugged again and murmured “I’ll show you a very good time, babe. If I may say, you seem a little bored tonight, job must be getting you down, right? Why not come see me when your shift is done and I’ll show you a real good time up in my suite? Give you a taste of the high life?” The smirk remained on his lips throughout and the glint in his gaze was evidently hungrier too, judging by both its darkness and the way Dorian so blatantly raked it up and down Lily’s form. 

#thread: dorian gatsby #thread: dorianxlily 01