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 art by Jakface and msbarrows., from my request for Fenris in a suit.
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Yay, Poet-non! The snow here still hasn’t stopped, and we’ve actually gotten 2-3 inches already. I am very excited, except for the part where I had...
When your parents think you’re dating your best friend
so there’s a kink where men will give women money and the women later contact them to tell them how they...
when u want to complain about something but u literally cannot talk to anyone about said thing
Ok so I’m going to try Twitch out while I play some of Aveline’s content in AC4.
Belay that, I have to update my system to f’n stream. Update once I am actually broadcasting. >:|
GIVE ME MORE AVELINE! AN HOUR LONG THREE MISSION QUEST IS A TEASE!
*foams at mouth*
Now if I could just figure out how to access those missions :|
For bright-wings (who had the idea in the first place). Since I tend to draw Isabela engaging in some sort of tactile appreciation of décolletage, this is a bit of table-turning. Or, how to stun someone out of their eye-rolling (usually when admonishing lectures are being ignored). Really, it’s a boob grab interrupt.
Ahhh I love it!
As far as anyone knows, there’s not an Equal Love mod for DA 2 is there? I’m asking for scientific reasons >_>
Remember those prompts I took on my birthday? Finally starting to work on them, in between poking at my WIPs…
"Please, someone stop him!" the red-headed elf begs, eyes wide and fearful as she looks past Fenris’ shoulder at them.
Aveline swayed, torn between moving closer and intervening, or allowing Fenris to make his own decision in the matter. Hawke speaks up while she is still undecided, voice studiously casual, tone light. “Go ahead, Fenris, if this is what you really want.”
Varania’s eyes widen as she looks at Hawke, she pales at what she sees in Hawke’s expression, then looks at Fenris. “If this is truly what you want…” she begins to say.
Fenris shudders, like how the skin across the shoulders of a dog or the withers of a horse will shudder sometimes, reacting to a touch or a buzzing fly, and then he moves. A movement so fast, Aveline has barely started to step forward, to open her mouth, to lift her hand, to try to intervene but it’s already too late, Varania makes a little broken noise and falls to the floor, already going limp, dying. Broken. Too late.
Aveline’s ears are ringing, and she knows her own cheeks have paled. She can see Fenris’ mouth moving, hears Hawke’s sardonic “You still have friends,” hears Anders’ cutting disavowal of any such feeling for the elf. And then Fenris turns, and walks out, leaving a trail behind him, a blood trail, of little red droplets dripping off of his clawed metal gauntlet.
He had been aimless.
He had drifted from place to place with no thought beyond survival. And now he was free to turn his mind to other things, to find a purpose beyond running and hiding and surviving.
Fenris could think of a thousand places he would rather be than Kirkwall. He could have taken to the seas with Isabela, riding the waves and smelling the salt air and feeling the sun kiss his face. He could have gone north, back to Seheron and the people who had cared for him so many years before. He could have made for Antiva or Rivain, let himself put down roots somewhere warm and humid and lovely.
Oh my goodness! I laid down for a bit with a headache, and this is what I wake up to? *swoons* Thank you so much, it’s lovely! <33333
oooh that is lovely! <3