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Fenris tarot cards: Act 1, Romance, Act 3.
#fenris#dragon age#fenhawke#dragon age 2#my art#and here's the series finale!!!#i loved doing his esp coming up with the sketch for the romance card <3#his are supposed to represent the devil the sun and death <3333#anyway HAPPY FENRIS FRIDAY!!!!!!!
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@greypetrel tagged me for wip wednesday <3
and I always have a bit of a time picking something because most of my things are some sort of wip (eheh), but these are all part of something I’m rotating in my brain and adding to at the moment, so I made a little collection (shrimp anders has a friend now) :]
(totally not making this post right now because i wanted a break from drawing hawke’s armor nope not at all)
#dragon age#da2#dragon age 2#hawke#oc: gareth hawke#fenris#merrill#anders#fenhawke#da fanart#dragon age fanart#wip wednesday#(shhhhh I know it’s friday)
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my piece for @doctorwhoisadhd for the blaseball wintertime exchange!!! this was so much fun to research and draw
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[Fic] Iron Bound [25/25] - Complete!
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Fenris/Hawke, Sebastian
Word Count: 4.5k this chapter, ~96k total
Summary: Fenris, captain of Starkhaven’s White Guard and the dearest friend of that country’s prince, has arrived in the kingdom of Kirkwall with a retinue of noble-born guards and a carriage brimming with lavish gifts. How else to win over the hearts of a suspicious mountain people who would rather break teeth on stone than accept the prince of Starkhaven stealing away their heir princess?
But stone is all they have in their kitchens lately, and gravel in their quarries and ice in their bitter rivers, and Starkhaven sits abreast the richest lea and moorland south of the Minanter.
And Sebastian Vael, the young prince of that country, needs a wife.
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The door clicked softly closed behind her. Hawke took in a long, silent breath, tired down to her marrow, then looked up and smiled. “Good evening.”
A half-dozen women smiled back at her: old, young, dark, pale, one’s hair cropped short to her ears and another with three layers of crowning braid. “Good evening, my lady,” they answered, a low chorus of chiming bells, united in their beauty.
The pale one stepped forward. A slight woman, almost like gossamer. Her flaxen hair was bound high on her head—the prince had just said her name— “Your Highness,” the woman said, and Hawke clawed back her own attention. “Please, come in, sit. You must be very tired.”
A laugh barked out of her, inconsiderately coarse. “Forgive me,” Hawke said immediately, her hand coming over her face, unable to resist even the slightest press on her shoulders towards the divan. “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten—”
“Orana,” the woman said gently, and Hawke’s hand was tugged from her face to hold a small lead crystal glass instead. Something amber swirled inside, caught the candleflame. “Drink this, please, Your Highness. I will tell you their names now, and tomorrow morning when you have forgotten I will tell you again.” She smiled, sweet and dimpling. “You are in good hands, my lady. Be at peace.”
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Links: FF.net, AO3
#i. am. gonna cry#fenris#hawke#fenris/hawke#dragon age#quark writes#i literally cannot believe it's over#what am i GONNA DO ON FRIDAYS NOW#a;oewf;woefh;oiwefho
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Darkthrone 🇳🇴
2005
Photo by Peter Beste
#darkthrone#fenriz#ted skjellum#gylve fenris nagell#nocturno culto#norway#true norwegian black metal#fenriz friday
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the moment i started getting paid to make art my will and passion and drive to create stuff just for me withered away why can’t i just draw stupid shit anymore. everything in my brain is on fire
#its fenris friday the 13th and i can’t even sit still for 20 minutes to draw him. this is so sick and twisted#wtf….where’s the fenris#i also wanna draw all my baldy’s gate guys but i’m shy. they’re napping rn
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oh my GOD i am thnking about jack harkness / fenry marlow parallels again..... jack harkness as the longest serving torchwood member, fenry marlow as the first friday. jack only much later becoming the captain of the team and fenry only starting to play for the fridays way later. fenry being a time traveler of sorts. the way nobody's ever able to tell if either of them are lying about the stuff theyve done... owen saying "You know, none of us know whether to take you seriously when you say those things" when jack mentions he dated proust.... jacob winner and juice collins' debate over whether fenry is lying or not, with jacob winner always believing him and juice collins never believing him.... the torchwood team's conversation about jack in day one.... fenry's dog, homer, being a poi dog and jack's habit of using outdated clothes and stuff...... jack having people from the past pop up- how must fenry have felt when the only replicas the fridays ever had were prehistory players? and of course, jack with the doctor and fenry with thomas england... always waiting for someone who may never come back.
#FUCK.#i post for a very select group of fridays who have also watched torchwood (hi tectonic btw)#torchwood#blaseball#fenry marlow#jack harkness#thomas england#jacob winner#juice collins#homer#ari opinion hour#doctor who#i like to imagine that thomas england for fenry is like the ninth doctor for jack because he will never see him again.#ALSO martha jones = mrs silk............. fuck.#OH GOD and parker showing back up being like 10 showing back up too.... god#god the prehistory fridays gang is so so so fucking important to me#thomas england. fenry marlow. olopf. fletcher berger. mrs silk. and parker macmillan was never on the fridays in prehistory but#yorks bio dad of course#hmm. parker / jack parallels are also fucking insane. OH SHIT. OH FUCK WAIT I HADNT CONSIDERED THAT THATS REALLY.#waugh#im just. the fridays........... i miss blaseball so fucking much
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Fenris loves trannies actually #trans fenris friday
Boypussy and Girldick are his favorite meals actually
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I should maybe keep this for Fenris Friday but here goes. I haven't written anything for Dragon Age in a WHILE but they still live in my brain <3
“It was the only option. He would have taken Isabela away.”
“Fenris—Fenris, look at me. It is not your fault.”
#answered asks#assigned-knives-at-birth#frederic hawke#your honour i love them#maybe i won't ramble in the tags for this one ghjkshgkjds#i'll probably rb tomorrow in honour of fenris friday
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Happy Friday, everyone!
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i love that i wrote a whole post about posting more art and then my laptop breaks (again) like a week later anyway FENRIS POST INCOMING 🤸♂️
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Happy Friday! How about "look i’m not coddling you, i’m just trying to help. i wanna take care of you cause i, you know— care about you." for Fenders? 💖
Thank you! A wonderful opportunity for another fenders @dadrunkwriting ficlet.
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“Go away.”
Anders wrings out a tea towel, spins it in the air a few times, and drapes it over Fenris’ forehead. “No.”
Fenris sniffles, his voice turning nasal. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
“You don’t know that. Leave me alone.”
Anders sighs. “I do, in fact, know that.” He takes the mug of tea he made half an hour ago and discreetly warms it back up in his hand. “Come, sit up and drink the tea.” He takes the towel away and slides his hand behind Fenris’ back to help him up.
“I can sit,” Fenris huffs. But he takes the mug and drinks from it, so Anders counts it as a win. Fenris glares at him over the rim of the mug. “You don’t need to coddle me.”
“I’m not coddling you, I’m just trying to help.” Anders leaves Fenris’ side, before the pink shade on his cheeks can give him away. Not only is Fenris adorable in this state of sniffling grumpiness, he also doesn’t have to know how much Anders needs to take care of him. How solid that need sits in his chest and beats in time with his heart. “I’m a healer, It's what I do.”
“What good of a healer are you if you can’t make this go away?” Fenris gestures at his red and puffy nose, his face scrunches up, and Anders shoves a handkerchief into his hand, just as his whole body gets shaken by a sneeze. He falls back onto the pillow with an exhausted sigh.
Anders turns to the table where he set up a workstation with mortar and pestle and a variety of herbs and roots. “I can help you with the symptoms, but I can’t magic away the cold. Your body has to fight this itself.”
“What is your magic good for, then?” Fenris mumbles into the pillow.
“For helping you sleep, if you let me,” Anders says as he grinds up herbs and steeps them in hot water. “And for getting hunted and arrested and made tranquil,” he continues quietly. Carrying the mug with the new infusion over to Fenris’ bed, he keeps his eyes on the mug, careful not to spill anything. “Here, drink this, it will calm the symptoms. You’ll sleep better and I won’t even have to use magic.”
When he looks up, Fenris stares at him. Anders sets the mug on the sidetable and sits down on the mattress to help Fenris sit up again. “What?” he asks when Fenris just keeps staring.
“They hunt you,” Fenris says, as if he just now realises it.
“Yes. Now, sit up one more time and drink this. You’ll feel better.”
Fenris dutifully sits up and drinks, looking at Anders the whole time. When he lies back down, his eyes flit around, looking anywhere but at him.
“What is it?” Anders asks.
Fenris’ gaze snaps to him, which would look more impressive if he didn’t have a drop of snot hanging on his nose. “What do you mean?”
Anders hands him another handkerchief. “You want to say something.”
Frowning, Fenris blows his nose. “How do you know that?”
“I’ve known you for years. You’re fidgeting when you want to say something but don’t know how.”
A huff, but it turns into a sniffle. “I don’t fidget.”
Anders barely stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Just tell me.”
“Everything hurts,” Fenris says quietly. “The markings, my arms, everything.”
“Do you allow me a gentle healing spell? Just for that pain?”
“Yes,” Fenris says, turning away. “Please.”
Anders swallows all snarky remarks he could provide right now, easily, and focuses on the spell, letting his magic spread over Fenris’ body. He watches him for signs of disapproval, but Fenris’ face relaxes and his hands unclench as the spell dulls the pain. Anders keeps the magic up on a low level, just enough to help Fenris relax. “You should sleep now,” he whispers.
Fenris closes his eyes and turns to the side. When he tugs the duvet around his body, Anders hears Fenris mumble, “I still do not understand why you are here.”
“Because I care,” Anders says, wiping the hair away from Fenris’ forehead and dabbing it with the wet towel. Stepping back from the bed, he looks at Fenris’ sleeping form. “Because I'm a fool and I care about you,” he whispers to himself.
#dadrunkwriting#fenders#Fenris#Anders#fenders fic#Fenris x Anders#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#my writing
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Fan Work Friday Saturday
Rules: If you're tagged, MAKE A NEW POST and showcase one fanartist or fanfic you recommend (with links), and tag someone to give their recs next! Don't forget to reblog the rec you were tagged in!
Thank you for the tag @dreadfutures! I think this is a fantastic idea c: I am also going to do one of each!
Fanartist: @ndostairlyrium
I think the first piece of art I saw from Ali was this piece of her Inquisitor Ankh and I was floored! She has such a talent for tucking as much color and detail as possible into every piece. The way she draws expressions is incredibly compelling to me and the piece she made of Fenris and my Hawke (above) continues to bring me infinite joy. Just a genuinely funny, kind, and incredibly skilled person who's made just so many DA art pieces that I love!
You can find her commission info here or check out her DA blog here c:
Fanfic: Portrait of a Man by Dulcidyne
Rating: T
Words: 3,136
Pairing: Cullen/Inquisitor Trevelyan
Summary: It was an excellent painting: the man in it heroic, his face imposing to the point of intimidation. She opened her mouth to say that it looked nothing at all like Cullen but stopped and realized that it did look like Cullen the way most people saw him--the way she had seen him when they first met under a sky tattered and full of demons: a soldier, a leader, a man devoted to a cause, a man incapable of smiling probably.
This is one of my favorite Cullen fics! I love anything that delves into the tension between public and private perceptions for those who've been forced into a very public position (as the Inquisitor has been). This piece is one of those short fics that you immediately scroll back up to the top and read again. It's sweet, it's funny, it made me think, and I've read it many times!
(Also, this author has written some of my favorite Mass Effect fic too: Big, Dramatic Love Confession (Explicit; set in ME3) and Experiments in Diplomacy (T; Andromeda), the latter of which is just. man. so beautifully written)
Tags under the cut!
Tagging: @greypetrel @inquisimer @dungeons-and-dragon-age @blightbear @vakarians-babe @star--nymph @herearedragons @zenstrike @daggerbean @nightwardenminthara @pinayelf please give me your recs!
#fic rec#fanwork friday#tag game#i am biased though because that painting sits right over my computer#and genuinely whenever i am having a bad day and still trying to write#i look up at it and it makes me feel better <3#there is just so much care and detail tucked into it; i never get tired of looking at how pretty it is
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Hi there and happy Friday! :) How about “Can I use your lap as a pillow?” for any pairing you're feeling tonight?
I wrote some silly Handers pining for this.
for @dadrunkwriting
It was a late night at the Hawke estate but the house was far from quiet. Though the party Leandra had hosted had begun to wind down a while ago, the room where Hawke's friends had hidden themselves away from the stuffy Hightown nobility was still buzzing with conversation. They'd finished several bottles of wine between the group and were all comfortably draped across various pieces of furniture while Varric told one of his stories. Or tried to, anyway. There had been a few interruptions so far.
Hawke had flopped into his favourite armchair as soon as he'd escaped the main party and figured out where his friends had disappeared to. He hadn't thought about it at the time but now he sat across from the sofa that Anders was sharing with Isabela he was sort of regretting not taking the empty spot in between them. Sure, it would have been the complete opposite of subtlety to wedge himself in between them when there was a free seat on the other side of the room. But it would have got him closer to Anders.
Was that pathetic of him?
Probably.
It was probably best that he hadn't done that.
But he did wish someone else would have taken this seat and given him an excuse for it.
Hawke decided to put the thought from his mind and focus on Varric's story instead. It didn't get him very far. Fenris had interrupted this time and Hawke's attention began to wander once more as the discussion veered off course. It seemed Isabela's had too.
"How long have we been here?" she was asking Anders. "It feels late. I'm exhausted."
"It is pretty late," Anders agreed. "If you're that tired, I'm sure no one would be offended if you took off."
"Pfft..." Isabela said dismissively before taking another swig from her bottle. "I think I'll just stay here and drink until I pass out on Hawke's sofa."
"Well that's another perfectly reasonable option," said Anders drily.
"Ooh, could I use your lap as a pillow?" Isabela asked. Like that was no big deal.
Anders just laughed like he wasn’t sure why she would want to but he answered, "Sure, why not?"
Hawke had to focus very hard then on not setting the arm of his favourite chair on fire as he watched Isabela casually flop down over the empty cushion where he'd just been thinking about sitting in and rest her head in Anders' lap.
It was strange, really, how much you could utterly hate the sight of something and be unable to look away.
Anders smiled like he was amused by Isabela's antics but he seemed perfectly willing to indulge her as he lifted his hand and started stroking her hair. "Ohh that's nice," said Isabela.
Hawke finally forced himself to look away.
"Merrill, could you pass me that bottle? I'd like a refill."
"Of course, Hawke," Merrill said with a smile and leaned over from where she was sitting on a cushion next to Hawke's seat to grab a wine bottle from the table. At this point she noticed Anders and Isabela. "You two look very cosy."
"Hmm," said Isabela. "His legs are a bit bony, if I'm being completely honest, but there are other perks."
"That's a fine way to thank me for letting you use me as human bedding," said Anders tartly, prompting Hawke to look back at him. Which he instantly regretted when he saw them casually touching in ways that Hawke had often fantasied about with Anders.
"You'd probably be better off with Hawke if that's the problem," said Merrill thoughtfully.
Isabela looked his way and smirked. "That is a good point."
"Don't even think about it," Hawke muttered. And yes, maybe that was the jealousy talking.
Isabela pouted playfully but Hawke wondered if there had been something knowing in the way she'd looked at him in the moment before that.
Merrill, however, didn't seem to have an issue with saying exactly what she was thinking. "I bet you'd let Anders if he asked, though."
Hawke felt his face heat up. "That's different."
Isabela laughed. "You're far too obvious."
Hawke couldn't help looking back at Anders and taking note of the blush that had crept over his face. "Well," he said, daring to meet Hawke's eyes despite the obvious embarrassment, "there's always next time."
Hawke's mouth dropped open but he couldn't manage to get any words out. He closed it, then tried again. "I, er... I might just hold you to that."
When Anders smiled at him then, Hawke started to think that maybe his jealousy had been a little unnecessary. After all, Anders hadn't smiled at Isabela quite like that.
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Happy Friday! 🤘
#fenriz#fenriz friday#darkthrone#gylve fenris nagell#gylve nagell#relaxingday#current mood#my gifs#gif
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wait its fenris friday
#dragon age#fenris#my ummy chicken#joel art#idk what tags i wanna use anymore everything is a blur#we’re watching ladyhawke i’m having thoughts and feelings
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