#Fenrys darling

[acourtofquestions]

…Somewhere between worlds…

Rhys: *winnowing silently* Hello, Feyre darling.

Feyre: *gasps & turns around to see*

Fenrys: 💥*pops in*💥 Thanks, Rice-Sand your pretty darling yourself!

Rhys: *confusedly turning around* Who the fu—WAIT—I said “Fay-Ruh”… AND FOR THE LOVE OF GODS MY NAME IS R-H-Y-S-A-N-D!!

Feyre: *Fenrys side bar* Sorry wolfy, Ricey is a little sensitive after Amren “forgot” everyone’s names at breakfast.

*camera pan*

Amren: Yes, I called him Rice. … When I feel people getting a little too chummy, I like to remind them I don’t really care about them or their name. … and also I knew it would drive him insane and things have been excruciatingly dull since the war ended.

[asterroses]

da2 party ✨️

commissions

[14dayswithyou]

Wait, you play otome games?

If it's ok can I ask you which ones do you play and what are your favorites?

✦゜ANSWERED: Mainly old otome games created by Voltage Inc and Shall We Date!! I used to play them a lot with Mon (my irl bestie) when we were in high school, so it's all very nostalgic to me ^^

Also, I don't really know if these count, but I grew up playin a lot of the older Harvest Moon games (IoH and TToT were my faves. Vaughn and Cam have my entire heart) as well as most of the Fire Emblem games (Corrin, Tharja/Rhajat ,and Edelgard my beloveds... I am their #1 defender and apologist...)

Also also!! They're not otome games per se (and some aren't even official games yet) but I do adore all of da yans from @unsentmemory, @xoxoalette, @homecomingvn, @baredteethvn, @restartheartvn and @thekrows-nest!!!!!!!!!! My heart is so full of love and I am kissing them all tenderly <3

[the-phony-king-of-england]

Hmm, maybe I should draw something other than the same two characters I always do

…

[fenny-self-ships]

I suppose I should introduce my selfship (and my sona) properly here, huh??

This is Frey!

He’s my Robin Hood self insert 😅 and an eccentric lord of a small English town!

Currently he has a decent relationship with Sir Hiss and a… tumultuous is one with the prince, to say the least

In the Louis Prima version of ‘The Phony king of England’ there’s a line where they call John ‘skunk loving’, and I thought that could either be a slight against his hygiene… or a nod towards a secret lover 👀

I think about them a lot

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Patrick Finch

"I condone lying. I encourage it, even. I recommend it. I could hardly live without it."

[demonic-dorito]

I have so many feelings about Varania it’s not even funny

[shallyne]

SJM Crackshipmonth: Partners in Crime

Let's Leave and Don't Look Back

Day twenty-seven! Today's crackship is Feyre x Fenrys, enjoy! For @sjmcrackshipmonth

Words: 1,310

TW: mention and implication of corruption

Feyre and Fenrys have two goals: revenge one those who wronged them in the past and starting a new life. They have one evening to accomplish both

"Are you nervous?" Fenrys asked beside Feyre. She could feel his eyes on her but she couldn't see it out of the corner of her eye, both of their hoods in their way.

"A little." Feyre admitted, pressing closer to the rooftop when she saw movement in the building they were watching. Soon, it was time for them to move. "But I'd rather go down swinging than sit on my ass and pity myself."

"That's the spirit." Fenrys replied, pride in his voice, which made Feyre straighten. She hated to admit it but she loved it when Fenrys was proud of her. The thought didn't make her as uncomfortable as it usually would have because she knew Fenrys felt the same when she was proud of him. They both knew but they didn't admit it. "Do you want to go through the plan again?"

Feyre sighed. "Go in, take what won't be missed, don't linger too long, don't play the hero if you get caught and run." The last point was bullshit, of course. She only agreed to it so Fenrys would agree to run if she got caught. She wouldn't run, she'd fight. Either they get out together or they die together.

"Good." Fenrys said. "You're sweeping the rooms for any valuable items while I crack the safe."

"Understood." Feyre nodded as the lights in the house got turned off. They exchanged a look, Fenrys pressed down to the rooftop as Feyre glanced over the edge, watching the man leaving the house, locking the door and then got into his car and left for the night. Feyre nodded, "Let's go."

They made a quick job of climbing down the ladder and keeping in the shadows as they hurried towards the house. Fenrys fumbled with the downstairs window until it clicked open. He climbed inside and then helped Feyre in. They both took their flashlights out, looking around the living room. "I hate this man." Feyre said as she stared at a huge portrait of Hybern. She shook her head.

Fenrys snorted, "He'll get what he deserves. His cronies will, too." he pointed to the stairs. "I'll be in his office. Either take anything incriminating you find or take pictures."

"I will," Feyre promised. She did a quick scan of the downstairs rooms. Living room, kitchen, pantry even the little powder room across the kitchen. She found a small bottle of pills that was almost entirely full. Shrugging, she put in the pocket of her jacket. Not for herself but, as petty as it seems, it would probably inconvenience Hybern when he had need of these. Feyre also sweeped a few small items that looked pretty expensive.Then she quickly went up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.Upstairs consisted of the study where Fenrys tried breaking into the safe, two bathrooms and three bedrooms.Feyre couldn't find anything incriminating in the master bedroom and the attached bathroom. The second bedroom, a guest bedroom, was mostly empty except for generic furniture. The third bedroom was a childrens bedroom, which was weird because Hybern didn't have any children. He had a niece and a nephew but they were both grown up and when they visited, they went to his mansion near the coast. Feyre didn't want to disturb a childrens bedroom but that was probably what Hybern counted on, she realized as she saw the faint imprint on the floor, from where the carpet lay for a long while but it was moved recently. Feyre carefully stepped closer until she stepped on a squeaky floorboard. Instantly, she kneeled down and knocked on the floor until it sounded hollow. It took a few tries but finally she raised the floorboard and looked down. There was a blanket on top, simple but when she picked it up…papers. Holding her breath, she threw the blanket away and took the papers, flipping through pages. Lists, contracts, anything, This is it. This is documentation about endless corruption. Trembling, she stuffed the blanket back, put the floorboard back and hurried to the study, to Fenrys.

“I got it! I got the proof! There aren't any names but we got Hyberns ass, that counts for something, right?” Feyre said, so excited her own heartbeat sped up.

Fenrys grinned at Feyre, a bundle of banknotes in one hand but he raised a file. “I got the names!”

Feyre almost let out a whoop of joy but then she heard a car door from the driveway. She raced to the window, watching Hybern leaving his car in the driveway. The same time she looked at him, he looked up. Right into Feyres eyes. Quickly, she closed the curtain. “Shit!”

“What?” Fenrys asked, finishing to stuff the money into his bag.

“It's Hybern and he saw me.” she hissed. Cursing, Fenrys closed the safe as Feyre opened a window, crawling out. "Come!" she said, taking his hand and pulling him out. The downstairs door banged open, followed by heavy steps that came closer. Fenrys and Feyre crawled over the roof, but when they found a spot where they could climb down, dogs raced into the backyard, barking at them.

“The tree!” Feyre pointed to the left. It was a risky jump but it had to do. Fenrys jumped first, barely making it. She took a deep breath when Hybern reached the window, so Feyre ran and leaped. She slammed into the trunk but Fenrys got a hold of her arm, pulling her up. They didn't talk as they jumped through trees, ran through a stranger's backyard and a few blocks down until they reached their car. They also didn't talk on their drive back, the only sounds were the engine and their breaths. Fenrys took a different route, to make sure they weren't followed.

Fenrys was the first one to break the silence when they reached their crappy apartment and Feyre flopped down on their crappy couch. “We did it.”

Feyre looked back to where Fenrys stood. “He saw me, Fenrys.”

He sighed, sitting down on the coffee table right in front of Feyre, so close that their knees touched. “Look,” he said, opening the bag. It was filled to the brim with banknotes. “We can do what we want with this. We can leave this shitty town, we can start a new life. The life we planned for, Feyre.” he put the bag to the site and gently put his hands on her knees. “We aren’t shackled to this town anymore. We are free.”

Feyre didn't know if it was the words or the day crashing down on her or a mix or if she was just an emotional mess but she broke out in tears. “Free.” she echoed as Fenrys embraced her, confirming it again and again while he soothed Feyre,

“Where do you want to go first?” Fenrys asked. “The whole world is open to us! I’d say we go somewhere tropical.”

Feyre rolled her eyes which made him chuckle. “Come on, you already start drooling when you think about watching me shirtless in the sun, tanning.”

She snorted. “Wow, you looked right through me.”

That made Fenrys laugh out loud. He took her face in her hands and kissed Feyre. “Let’s go, we’re leaving tonight.”

“We’re leaving.” Feyre laughed,

“And we are taking down Hybern and his cronies while we are at it!” Fenrys exclaimed, following Feyre into the bedroom to change and pack their bags, “I told you we could make it.”

“We first need to get to Azriel to spread the word.” Feyre said, “We aren’t free yet.”

“It’s just a matter of reaching the borders.” Fenrys grinned. “And we will reach the borders.”

Feyre smiled, she trusted Fenrys.

They did reach the borders the next morning.

A day later there wasn’t a trace of them but rest assured, they found their paradise.

Taglist: @timesconvert

[lombax-lombardi]

ah replaying dragon age 2 time again

[belovedblabber]

@fvmblebvck

figured i've never drawn any of them

[acourtofquestions]

Ugh I’ve been so MIA I hate it 😭🖤 but I finally got my hands on a book last night and I can’t even

🚨KoA kinda round up🚨 from the depths of a sleep deprived forgetful quick rambling tired soul fangirling

Aedion screaming please and I take it back as Lysandra stands as Aelin in front of a war

The witch towers with the yielding which is scaring the hell out of me

Aelin reuniting with Chaol seeing him walk and that hug cause healing

And then immediately recognizing Yrene and their moment

And then her and Hasar being the queens they are

Plus Borte being Borte and just so many great characters in one shot

And I’m just so proud of Elide

And guys please for the love of gods just go to Terrasen

And then you have the cadre in all their glory and the ways she describes them which cracks me up because it’s like “stern beautiful Rowan” “glowing golden Gavriel” “Fenrys darling” “miserable bastard Lorcan” and their dynamic I just can’t even🤣 like the two of them have the sibling dynamic down to a science of “we hate each other… but okay maybe not really I guess their fine”

But then they learn about Maeve and holy shit rip my soul out and slap me with it

And then Aelin crying to Rowan which killed a little bit of my soul and healed it to hear it put into words and then killed it again and then there’s her and Fenrys and Gavriel and Rowan

“IM SO SO TIRED ROWAN”🖤 (but also why are we having this talk on an ice covered river… guys drowning is a real issue, just like scoot back into the forrest please?)

“No one would have left you like that, no one”😭 (I did spend like 10 minutes on Reddit trying to figure out what the “do you want me to tell you about it” line meant but I’m pretty sure it was stuff like that😭)

🥺”We fight”🥹

Chaol and Yrene need to talk about the baby so they can celebrate for .5 seconds cause there both being adorable again

Also like is there a new third person view cause now chapters end like “2 minutes in someone chaol never expected walks in” but then 4 chapter later the convo starts & then halfway through someone walks in… it’s not even forshadowing its like a preview?

Also are all valg princes princesses?

But like where’s my babies where’s my 13 where’s my Manon? Where’s my Dorian? We need the king and witch queen! How about my flower child who’s all dopey and in love? But also like no news is good news? I WANT AELIN NOWHERE NEAR THE KEYS WITH HER DEATH PLOT THESE DAYS MMM NO and then I thought it was the 13 when the wiverns pulled up but no it’s a witch tour greatgreatgreat greatgreatgreatgreeeeeeaaattttt

And have I mentioned I’m dead inside and this book is my world and it’s falling apart but in the beautiful perfect kinda way that feels like watching deathly hallows again but better

Also like I’m waiting for Aelin to unleash a fire storm

And it’s Rhoe’s shield🥺🥹

So idk this is where we are today

Chapter 51 here I come let’s see what Lorcan and inevitably Elide are up to and try to do some better posting catch up since the sleep deprivation is at peak productivity and let’s hope all my bbs reunite for a few scenes now and not to die or something cause is that too much to ask

P.S. MOONBEAM🤣🤣🤣

And I love how he just like ✨KAPOW💥 shifts I mean minus the trauma portion but the dramatic light flash effect would make Rhys (our lil wedding crasher) proud

PS PS I still love Nox

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Well you know I always love me some Lorcan. I was thinking about dad Lorcan the other say holding his tiny baby for the first time?

Or with Fenrys him surprising you with a puppy like Fleetfoot

I got lots of little headcannons

Mmmm it’s been a hot minute with Lorcan. Miss that hunk of a male… and also you know that your requests are always welcome! ✨

Squish

Yeah, in Lorcan’s books babies and him don’t work together. Just can’t be in the same sentence. Shouldn’t be. So when you fall pregnant he is mortified. In awe of your body. With you growing a new life but so scared that he had something to do with that. It’s not about the responsibility. Not even about the fact that he doesn’t deserve it. But the idea of someone so small depending on him.

So when the little bundle of joy finally was born. Lorcan did everything but touched her. He was by your side. Bringing you things you might need. Things the baby might need. He laid by your side. Helped you hold the baby while you fed her. But he didn’t reach out to hold her. Lorcan watched her. Following her every move. The pattern of her breathing.

“You should do skin-to-skin with her”, you slowly set up, reaching for a glass. Lorcan was about to step in to help but you stopped him, “I can get that, you get our girl”. And it’s as if you had said something that had crumpled his whole world. “Lorcan”, you called out softly, “You can do it, my darling”. He swallowed thickly, turning to the crib.

“What is it? You’re having second thoughts?”, you said quietly and Lorcan instantly shakes his head. “I just, I’ve never held a baby”, he breathed out, “Plus, I don’t know how to be gentle”. You carefully got out of bed, slowly walking closer to the crib, “That’s not true. You hold me constantly and you are more than gentle”. He wanted to argue but you dipped slightly, picking up a still-sleeping babe.

“Sit down and relax”, you muttered, rocking the girl in your arms. “I can drop her”, he argued back. “You’re sitting down, my love”, you reassured him. “Squeeze her”, “All you’ll have to do is put your palm on her back”, but his body still looked ridged. “What if she observes all of my dirty… I haven’t showered, yes”, Lorcan was about to jump up when you pressed your palm to his shoulder, “You love her a lot that’s why you’re panicking but it’s okay, she is tougher then you think she is”, you smiled down at him, cupping his cheek, before reaching to hand him the little girl.

“Y/n”, he said in a way higher pitch, enough to make the girl frown slightly in her sleep. Distance him and leave him no other way around holding her. “You also should breathe, baby, your lungs are working”, you laughed slightly at him all panicked like that. “What if…”, he started but you quickly cut him off, “Look at that little smile”, Lorcan looked down quickly. And it was true her chubby cheek was squished against his chest, a lazy smile on her face as her tiny palm pressed against her chin.

“I think she’s excited that daddy finally showed up”, you brushed your fingers through his hair. As if on cue she let out a satisfied sigh, earning a slight chuckle from Lorcan. “All this time she was fusing around because she was looking for you”, you watched his eyes soften as Lorcan carefully brushed his finger over her cheeks. “It’s really… Calming”, he muttered. “To hold her?”, you asked softly sitting down by his side as you rested your head on his arm. “Yeah, she’s so warm and so soft”, Lorcan mussed, “I don’t want to let her go”, “Good because I doubt she wants to be apart from you”.

[rockandroar]

Here are my latest sketches of Fenris, who we will meet in chapter 3! The top left pose is a nod to a classic photo of Michael Hutchence (INXS), who inspired many aspects of Fenris’s design. 🐺 🎸

Fenris Vanderwulf is the frontman of the band Fearless Minds, which he founded with his best friend from high school, Darrel Hare. From the time he was little, Fenris’s vocal and guitar talent was largely noted - some even considered him a child prodigy. He was the darling of every school competition and local contest, and as he grew up, became even more popular for his charisma and looks.

That’s not to say none of this hasn’t gone to his head - he has a need to hog the spotlight, and puts almost as much time into grooming himself as he does into his music. He is a smooth-talker who won’t hesitate to charm his way into getting what he wants, and any promises he makes should be taken with a very large grain of salt.

[nanomooselet]

You would not be the first. Percival was my boy back during the original livestream of Crit Role (I haven't seen the show).

Something about believing yourself a coward when, to everyone who really gets to know you, it's self-evident you're actually a hyper-competent badass. Something about buying the lives of everyone you love with your body and soul as the price. Something about being so full of anger at your own past helplessness and how every so often it threatens to burst through and scare the shit out of everyone.

I would like to submit for your consideration, in addition, Fenris of Dragon Age 2, who isn't a gunslinger nor does he have glasses but does have white hair, a traumatic past, and glowy blue markings demonstrating his supernatural powers.

i just started watching vox machina and i think i have a thing for blond gunslingers with glasses and a traumatic past

[doberbutts]

Every time I get my cat's attention by going "Shitty Kitty" (and he sometimes meows in acknowledgement) I am reminded that Tater answers to Titties. At some point, it was Silly Kitty then Silly Kitty said in such a way there's letters missing in Silly and a really hard KH sound apoears. Like, we do the most with our darling babies nicknames.

(His name is Boris. We already went off base with Silly Kitty and it spiraled.)

Proof from Just Now that Tater still responds to Titties (when not enticed by the delicious and yummy forbidden bowl of Fenris Breakfast)

[loquaciousquark]

when will eppie hawke and fenris meet tavish and astarion? (:

"And anyway, it won't be that bad. One last little Fade rift. We'll barricade it up as best we can, send a message to Skyhold, go home, and—"

One of the craggy footholds crumbles away beneath Hawke's foot, and it's only Fenris's quick hand that saves her from a plummet back down the side of the barren mountain. "Hawke, please."

"Please yourself. I said you didn't have to come."

Fenris throws her a longsuffering look, the flickering green lightning of the rift casting weird shadows over his eyes, but he doesn't let go of her arm until she's got both feet on solid ground again. "Just seal it and let this be done."

"My heart's only desire, lover," Hawke says, smiling, just as another pair of voices rises from the other side of the rift.

"Careful—careful! It shocks like the entire Hells are in there. Where's Gale?"

"Wherever Karlach dropped him, I suppose, with that little sprained ankle of his. No, I see them, they're almost here. Come away, darling. No need to get so dramatically close."

"This, from you?" says the woman, just as she and her fellow voice round the far edge of the rift. "Oh!"

"Well!" Hawke says almost at the same moment. Two of them after all: a short, slim woman with auburn hair pulled back in a low tail, and a tall, lithe man with hair as white as Fenris's and eyes that gleam like rubies. The man has a dagger drawn already, a thin smile playing over his face; the woman's fingers rest on her sheathed rapier, but her gaze is open, friendly. Hawke plants her staff on the rocky ground in as welcoming a gesture as she can manage. "Fancy running into someone like you up here of all places."

"I could say the same," the woman says. The green rift, still hanging between them and stretching a good twenty feet into the sky, gives an ominous rumble. "Our wizard's been fretting about magical disturbances along the city's borders for weeks. He finally traces the source to this location, and here you are at the heart of it. I'd like to believe it's coincidence."

"Alas," Hawke says, "one of my greatest faults is a terrible habit of being around when things begin. Fenris can attest to that better than most." She lays a hand on Fenris's shoulder, but he's stiff as iron, eyes glued to the man's dagger, and he's reached back for the hilt of his greatsword. "I'm Hawke, by the way."

"Call me Tav."

"And I'm Astarion," the man says grandly, accompanied by a wholly unnecessary flourish of his dagger. "We're here to steal the world."

"Save it," Tav says sharply.

"Of course, my dear. Save the world. What did I say?"

Fenris makes a short, disgusted noise, but Hawke's pleased to see he's let go of his own sword. She doesn't think this Astarion is going to kill them—not easily, anyway—and she likes the look of Tav despite herself. Both of them quick on their feet, she thinks, both moving gracefully with an innate, self-assured balance. As Tav steps around the rift Astarion moves with her like water, without even needing to see where she's gone. It reminds her a great deal of Fenris and herself, actually, though Hawke would give an arm to trust her own feet that much.

Fenris, it seems, has come to similar conclusions, and he rolls his shoulders as he releases their tension. Even his voice has lost its nascent fury, which for Fenris is practically friendly in situations like this. "The rift is dangerous. We will guard it until the Inquisitor can seal it permanently. Be on your way."

"Inquisitor?" drawls Astarion with that same, thin-lipped smile. "Sounds like someone from dear Shadowheart's former enclave, don't you think?"

"I don't think they're Sharran," Tav says. "Are you?"

"What a speculative look you've put on," Hawke says, delighted. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. Unless you'd like me to be Sharran, in which case, I most certainly am and in fact have always been."

Both Fenris and Astarion roll their eyes—hilarious in its own right, but heightened by the clear antipathy still remaining between them. Fenris sighs. "Hawke—"

The rift explodes.

Green lightning shatters over the rocky cliff. The rumble bursts into a deafening roar; the faint breeze that had been dancing around them sweeps up into a hurricane. The air cracks and snaps with a sudden smell of ozone.

Hawke throws her hand over her eyes. She can't see—the wind tears her hair from its bindings and she can't see past the brilliant flashes of blazing green and she can't hear— "Fenris!"

Someone's fingers wrap around hers. She wrenches up her staff, calls for fire—for ice—for anything—but the rift has become a maelstrom and every scrap of magic sucks into the raging whirl before she can shape it. Her boots skid on the stone as she tries to brace against the inexorable pull, pebbles and rocks rattling along every step. She can't—the hand wrapped around hers has seized tight as a vise, but she's slipping anyway, and Maker, she can't—

A man's echoing voice, stripped bare of all artifice, wild with fear: "Tav!"

The wind dies. Not slowly, not gradually; it falls off like someone's upturned a glass over the rocky cliff, and Hawke's ears roar in the sudden silence. The wind is gone, and the rift is gone with it as if it had never been, the thunderous clouds that had been swirling above it already dissipating to glimpses of blue morning sky.

"Andraste preserve me," Hawke says, loud in the quiet, and she looks over to see Tav still crouched against the face of the mountain. One of Tav's hands clutches a dagger she'd wedged deep into a stony crevice; the other is still wrapped tight around Hawke's wrist where she'd pulled her away from the tempest.

No sign of Fenris. No sign of the other one—Astarion. A long white scrape in the stone marks where Fenris's sword had sought and failed to find purchase, disappearing at the precise place where the rift had torn itself open.

Gone. Gone, gone. Her heart hammers in her throat, and she indulges in thirty seconds of agonizing grief before she sets it aside, turns, and pulls Tav to her feet.

"Well," Hawke says at last. "Looks like it's just you and me, then. Ready for an adventure?"

"Yes," Tav says, her grip on Hawke's hand like steel, and her eyes blaze. "You and me. Let's get them back."

—

Everything hurts. Everything godsdamned hurts, and Astarion lets out a pained groan as he rolls to his back and drops his arm over his face. His ears ring like bells, and something twinges painfully in his left hip, and the inconvenient sun has decided to blaze right in his face and gods damn it, he'd known they ought to wait for Gale. Wretched wizard and his weak ankles. Wretched Tav and her complete inability—

"Tav," Astarion says, and sits bolt upright.

No Tav. Not even the dark-haired sorcerer with the wide smile. Just that taciturn warrior in leather and half-plate seated on a rock a few feet away, watching Astarion get his bearings, his greatsword slung across his knees and a deeply sour look on his tattooed face. The skies above them are clear and blue as a song.

No Tav. No Hawke. No rift. No plan, and no company besides an irascible stranger with the same sudden look of dawning horror.

"Venhedis."

"Shit."