Vengeance, Wrath and Fury
This is my place to hang my DA II Fandom hat, either by reblogging my love for Fenris & Anders or passing on fics or amazing art.
Logo and icon art by Jakface and msbarrows., from my request for Fenris in a suit.
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Trials Verse RP - Warden Commander Blondie RP
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i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be hard sometimes and that is okay. i am proud...
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Right, off to snap a wedding! Wish me luck!
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Old Friends (Nathaniel/Anders, M!Hawke/Anders)
Today’s offering, courtesy of a random jaunt through the PC & Companions only version of the DA Prompt...
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Dom & Sub is a body of illustrative work in digital media that attempts to humanize...
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HELLO FRIENDS HOW ARE YOU
i am very proud of you for waking up today. you are very brave. existing can be hard sometimes and that is okay. i am proud of you even if all you did today was exist. i am proud of you for existing.
(via autumnesquirrel)
HELLO FRIENDS HOW ARE YOU
OH MY GOD I WANT TO COME OVER AND PLAY WITH HIM. HE’S ADORABLE. I squeaked, cause PUPPY!
sonofsamedi replied to your post: AUGH WISCON STRESS
that sounds like a /really/ interesting convention, i wish i could go
I wish you could go too! It’s held every year at this time? Maybe next year? /plots and cackles.
things you need to hear
Fenris wouldn’t admit it even to those he considered a friend, but there were things he needed to hear in order to feel safe. After three years of stupidity on both their parts, what he’d needed was to hear the words, three simple words that shattered the lock around his heart.
“You are forgiven.” three little words that allowed the dam of his feelings to finally crack open and let Garrett know what he meant to the warrior. Then that night, laying wide awake after reconciling with words, touches, moans that spiraled into sounds with no description; he needed to hear the soft whistle of Hawke’s breathing.
To know that he was forgiven, that it was safe to remain in this man’s arms once more. That he could be there without fear of being turned out or his own dreams taunting him with what he’d nearly destroyed with an inability to speak his heart. Not his fault, that had been trained out of him just as the lyrium had been poured in.
Time passes, the things he needs to hear changes with the seasons. In winter it’s the crunch of boots in the foyer, knocking off snow. In spring it’s the patter of rain as they lay entwined, kissing lazily in that magnificent bed of Hawke’s all red and gold like the waking dawn.
It’s the other three words that he realizes he needs the first time Hawke says them. He needs them like air and water. It takes a while to realize the man that has captured his heart has that same need, to hear those words fall from his lips, only freely given, not wanted unless they were true.
“I love you Hawke” is uttered in the dead of night, eyes half-closed, body sated from lovemaking that took the place of conventional sustenance. The response is taken, kept close and given its due by way of a smile that curves his lips, hands that grip his Hawke tight to him and a soft kiss planted on a temple before they fall to slumber once more, the last time they will know peace before the end comes.
So I’m sitting here and it hit me, less than a week till Wiscon 37. I don’t know why but I kind of freaked out. Will I have fun, will my panels be awesome? Will the weather be good, all sorts of random travel anxiety that pops up not long before I am ever supposed to go anywhere.
But then I realized the panels I’m on are on things I am passionate about, with people I know or have gotten to know via all the email back and forth about them. Tayloriusrex will be there, I’ll see friends I only get to see at Wiscon and it will be fucking awesome.
So for anyone who will be there or is just interested in the con and the panels I’ll be on.
Wiscon.info for all the general info, travel, tips, etc.
Panels I’m on:
Speak to me in your native language! and other things you should never say to people. Saturday 10:00 -11:15; Capitol B
Over the past decade the WisCon community has made progress toward creating a more intersectional and inclusive convention, but problems remain. Con-goers are still exposed to othering language and attitudes that make the convention and community feel like an unwelcome place. Let’s discuss these problematic situations and what steps the community needs to take to further address these concerns.
Feminism in Gaming 2013 Sunday 1:00 -2:15 Senate A
2012 was a watershed year for discussion of misogyny in gaming, in many ways: Anita Sarkeesian’s Kickstarter to examine misogyny in gaming, the backlash against it, and the counter-backlash; discussion of art direction in D&D Next; attacks on Felicia Day; the launch of the Gaming as Women blog; and other developments. What has happened so far in 2013? Is the amount of backlash more an indication that misogyny is getting worse, or that we’re finally getting around to the painful but necessary conversations? How much progress have we made, and what still needs to be done?
How and Why We use Tumblr Monday 10:00 - 11:15
What is Tumblr? Once considered a bastion of the under-15 set, more and more older fans and professionals are beginning to use Tumblr as a communication and blogging tool. What is the appeal of Tumblr? What does it do better than more-established blogging and journalling platforms? Where features does it still lack? Fans and pros discuss how and why we use the site, and where we see Tumblr’s developing role in the speculative fiction and social justice communities.
I’m arriving Thursday afternoon, going to Room of One’s Own then if anyone wants to meet up for dinner before Geek-eoke I’m down for that. If you don’t have my # and I actually know you, shoot me an ask and I’ll send it to you.
Bouncing out of Madison on Monday afternoon, then took the next day off for rest and recovery as well as seeing my favorite person for her birthday. <3
WisCon programming assignments came out this morning! I am SUPER excited to be on panels about fake geek girls, Mary Sues, and…how and why people use tumblr. Heh.
I am too, and I’m on the tumblr panel! /waves helllo!
Okay writer friends, I am finally ready to tackle an issue I’ve had with writing for my whole life.
I love worldbuilding. I’m good at worldbuilding and I do so much of it — I have so many worlds in my head and I love each and every one of them.
But I can’t make characters. I can’t make plots.
I … help? :/
Sooo, here’s some things I think about when I write.
(via cevvie)
Catch you later Tumblr. I promise a spoiler free post afterwards.
<3
aww it’s tiny
Aye but it’s solid and heavy. Maybe I’ll get off my arse tomorrow and rethread it.
My Mjlonir, & next to the light cycle on my desk for a size comparison.
I wonder how many people did read this book ^__^
wOW HOT A WHAT what a pretty fenny
(via messerehawke)
(via heretherebdragons)
There was a mouser in the tower named Mr. Wiggums. Only company I had when the templars locked me up. Miss that beast a lot, sometimes.
Not okay.
SOMETHING TO REMEMBER when the whole
AANnnDURZZ LuVZ KITteNZ KFLSkfdlasiilLISD takes over your brain
while he does indeed love them and appreciate their cattish ways and the kind of affection they share, the haughty kind of nudges they give you when they are cold or hungry, you should try to keep in mind that while he loves them - and there’s no debating that -
they probably remind him of being alone
they probably remind him why he’s better off in the company of animals and outcasts rather than actual human beings
they probably remind him of being treated as subhuman, less than alive, less than a person
they probably remind him of clutching quietly in the dark for a furry belly and hoping he is not alone this time
just keep in mind that (while he loves them), they probably carry a lot of meaning for him and it’s not all sweet fluff and forgetting and safety and being kept warm
sometimes it’s coldness and darkness and starving together on the stone floor of a dark cell and waiting to be remembered by someone other than a cat
can you imagine the resentment as the cat comes and goes, slipping in and out of the cell when it suits him, when it pleases him, with no thought given to his comings and goings? to be unpoliced, unnoticed, domesticated but fundamentally free? i am certain he loves cats (of that there’s no doubt) but sometimes there is more to things than whiskery kisses and kneading claws and whisper-quiet pawpads on the cold stone floor
