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herald-divine-hell · 8 months
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This has immense Amayian vibes with Leliana.
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darlingrutherford · 3 years
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Amayian and Alistair bet on who is going to win the superbowl, and whoever loses are subbing with Lana. :3
Ooooh hahahahaha! What a fun bet! Amayian better hope he doesn't lose. Alistair's commands range from fun and spicy, to, "put Spotify on shuffle and do a dance for me in your underthings. Oh, come now. Don't tell me you can't make the Chicken Dance sexy. I believe in you!"
Lana still to this day has no idea why the Chicken Dance is on his music list.
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gaymingbinosaur · 3 years
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@herald-divine-hell not the best smut I wrote because my executive function was hitting me again but Amayian gets to have sex with Nichole all that matters. Smut under cut
Nichole lied against the bank as she tried her best to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Amayian’s lips pressing against hers as his hands that in what just seemed like seconds ago were gently moving up and down her back, were now sliding up her legs. Amayian moved his lips to her neck as his hand into her underwear.
Nichole whimpered as she felt his teeth scrape against her neck and a finger was pushed into her. “So, I’m starting to think this swim was planned so you could seduce me.” Nichole scratched at his back as his finger didn’t move and he continued to leave her bruises on her neck. Nichole tried to grind down on his hand, hoping he’d get the hint but he seemed to ignore it and her whines as he removed her bra to start marking up her chest.
“What’s wrong Nichole.”
“Please.” Nichole hated how whiny she sounded but her begging didn’t seem enough. “Tell me what you want Nichole.”
“Please just fuck me!” Nichole begged not caring how high pitched and pathetic she sounded. Amayian removed his finger before pulling her underwear down. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and before Nichole could ask what he’s planning she felt his tongue against her and she was sobbing his name.
She was shaking as his tongue and fingers as he continually drove her to the edge of an orgasam before pulling away. And every time he pulled away it drove Nichole a little bit more mad as her tight grip on his hair kept trying to pull him back in between her legs. By the sixth time he pulled away Nichole was shaking and crying. “Amayian please, just fuck me already! I can’t take much more, please.” Amayian took pity on her and made her get on all fours.
Nichole felt the water hit her ankles as Amayian’s hands grip her hips. Nichole almost sobbed with relief when she felt his cock touch the inside her thigh causing her whole body to shake. “Amayian leaned over her and bit her ear gently. “Love, calm down. We have all night I promise, you're just so much fun to tease” Nichole’s arms gave out as Amayian pushed himself into her causing Nichole to let out a loud moan as Amayian proceeded to fuck her. Nichole desperately grabbed onto the grass trying to hold off her orgasam Amayian had been teasing her for hours with. But it was no use Nichole screamed as her orgasam crashed over her, only to feel another one quickly approaching. Amayian’s fingers soon found her clilt an Nicholefelt her body go rigid again. Amayian came soon after leaving him breathless on top of her.
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pavusprince · 3 years
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Deidra and @herald-divine-hell ‘s Amayian
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herald-divine-hell · 5 months
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Thinking how in beginning of Inquisition, Amayian needs to get new clothes since he’s old ones tended to be far too short or small on him, and the absolute teasing Leliana would do to him.
Amayian: “Is this really necessary?”
Leliana: “Don’t pout! You look adorable.”
Amayian: “I’m not pouting?”
Leliana: “Shush, and put this on.”
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herald-divine-hell · 4 months
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Forever thinking about Leliana fighting tooth and nail to have Amayian’s facial scars and Alexandra’s elvish ears be accurately depicted in official portraits.
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herald-divine-hell · 6 months
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Likely Amayian forgets his birthday throughout the period between DAO and DAI, so when his siblings mention it to Leliana, she throws him a little party/date for themselves. Not something that gets overwhelming, but something small and quiet where they can just focus on each other.
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herald-divine-hell · 5 months
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Are the Free Marchers canonically connected to more Central European, Germanic Holy Roman Empirish? Yes they are.
Does that mean I won’t Middle Easternized some of their most important family for some representation? Also yes.
Anyway, Leliana does the Attan, and the Trevelyan sisters garb her out in full Pashtun dress during celebrations. No, I won’t take any criticisms at this time.
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herald-divine-hell · 11 months
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Amayian really looks like a dad here. 
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herald-divine-hell · 5 months
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Some height difference showcase between Amayian and Leliana.
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herald-divine-hell · 11 months
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Amayian, during the time of Origins. 
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herald-divine-hell · 8 months
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Josephine in Haven: How are your accommodations?
Amayian:
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Amayian: They are fine.
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herald-divine-hell · 8 months
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Amayian vibes.
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herald-divine-hell · 8 months
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The Iron Bull: So, I see you been hanging out with Red.
Amayian, with lipstick marks all over his face: How did you know?
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herald-divine-hell · 9 days
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Alexandra’s hands are long-fingered and slender-palmed, traced with the quiet bumps made from one thousand words. Nimble fingers ceaselessly twine a melody, roaring claims and thrilling romance. They itch to trace, every brush a lasting memory tucked neatly in the vast pages of her memory. Bloody whispers from teases and solemn promises are the last wind stirred by a pen-wielding hand.
Amayian’s hands are scarred and weathered, like whorls of an ancient oak. Long fingers and wide palms wrap like stones, but there is a delicacy there, a gentleness. Unwavering they trace quiet spell-spun echoes, in air and upon skin. Those hands have married steel and burned to ash love. And when love comes, quiet and certain, the trembles come, and the stony roots grasp for uncertain, soft soil; and it he holds, holds like the thunder of a storm threatening to break—break in those scarred, stony hands.
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herald-divine-hell · 27 days
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Amayian would be the easiest or hardest character to be put with a lover who is a villain.
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