#crazyyinthecoconut

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crazyyinthecoconut replied to your post:-Grumbles- “I am never waking up this early again…...

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ghilannainguideme replied to your post:-Grumbles- “I am never waking up this early again…...

(Up far too late and no doubt about to share this exact sentiment in about seven hours. /sleepy missed high five)

//-high fives back- get some shut-eye! Mondays, amirite?

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crazyyinthecoconut replied to your post “foxghost replied to your photo “I love my team, but I would pretty...”

wow I'm pretty surprised by Fenris's stats!

I was too! When I was leveling him, I was all "Okay, when is this gonna pick up?" It never really did. =/

foxghost replied to your post “serpoundalot replied to your post “foxghost replied to your photo “I...”

stronger than fenris u silly. vengeance anders is legendary, so i kind of expect him to be way overpowered. but anders by himself having more hp than fenris i did not expect o_o

Hence my confusion! Maybe it has something to do with Anders having an ultimately more important role in DA lore?

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prompt for Coco that I finally got around to after half a year >_> Hinted fenders (as always), character death.

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He is gasping for breath - it is clear that the the spell’s grip is fierce on the lyrium in his skin, and he cries out as lightning lances through his blood. Anders almost feels guilty - but he reminds himself that Fenris would have done the same to him, if he had given him the chance.

There is no longer any love between them. Fenris made that clear the day that he returned from the Imperium and turned his blade on his companions - the day that he struck down Hawke, the day that he might as well have shoved his hand into Anders’ ribcage and ripped his heart out, for all that he has achieved.

No, there is no love between them. Not anymore. Anders might have once thought twice against using magic against Fenris, whether good or bad, but today he doubts that there is any way that Fenris can hate him more than he already does, and he does not hesitate to hold him in its grip.

He leans in close - he can hear that laboured wheeze to Fenris’s breath, and he is so close that he can smell the tang of blood and sweat on the elf’s skin. Muscles that he had once kissed, had once thrilled to feel shifting beneath him, quiver tensely now, and Fenris twists again, trying to free his wrists, but the knots that Anders has tied are unyielding and he has no strength left to save himself.

"You aren’t going anywhere," Anders growls, and the catch in his voice is just as betraying as the hot tears in his eyes. He is no torturer, but Fenris is not the only man who has changed since the day that Hawke died. "Not today."

Fenris turns his head. A single bead of sweat crosses his forehead - it trails west, across the edge of one thick eyebrow, before it vanishes into his damp hairline. There is no recognition in his eyes. Just blank, directionless hatred. “You will release me,” he demands furiously, and Anders flinches to hear that voice sharp with hatred where it was once soft and full of private laughter. “Mage.”

Anders closes his eyes, and has to swallow the lump in his throat. Mage. It has been a long time since Fenris has called him that, and he knows in that moment that Danarius has done his work thoroughly. There will be no salvation for Fenris, not anymore, and for the sake of what they once shared he decides then to show him the only kindness that he can.

"I’m sorry, Fenris," he whispers. His hands flare blue, and he is merciful to make it swift.

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crazyyinthecoconut replied to your post: “crazyyinthecoconut replied to your photo: “Seriously, those of you who...”:

oh that sucks. :< I'm sorry bb!

I'm just really, really glad I can stay home today. I was supposed to go to work at noon tomorrow and that got bumped up, but I'm like, oh god, pajama's all day yes. 

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@crazyyinthecoconut

Ooo, is Cassandra a powerhouse in HoDA?

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when i started this blog i wanted it to be filled with awesome drabbles and now it's just fenders: a long and winding tragedy by me

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crazyyinthecoconut replied to your post:Jealous of people buying wintersday packs :< I...

ono sorry, hun! if i could, i’d definitely buy and send you some!

Aw, you're sweet <3 The system is silly. They should have something where you can trade heroes with friends.

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crazyyinthecoconut replied to your photo: “Seriously, those of you who want a white christmas just, please, take...”:

gorgeous!

It is really beautiful. I wish I didn't have to go out in it at 9 am tomorrow. 

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crazyyinthecoconut replied to your post: You know what REALLY removes make up? i mean,... oooh! thanks for the tip! would’ve been handy to know when I was in shows! > youre very welcome :3 I saw a post on makeup removal cloths… Still handy for cosplayer and just generally makeup or just "cleansing wipes" replacement. Ppl used to wonder why I carried travel pack baby wipes sans baby.

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crazyyinthecoconut replied to your post “crazyyinthecoconut replied to your post “crazyyinthecoconut replied to...”

hm. i've heard of others playing it, but no one in the U.S yet. on an iPhone, at least. -whines-

Oh boo! I suppose you could consider yourself lucky that it can't frustrate you?

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More kiss prompts, more fenders. Predictably, written for Coco (because let's be honest I swear that woman's propelling the fenders ship single-handedly). Warning - semi-smut.

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His spine arches away from the wall - they are electricity and light, mana and lyrium, and he digs his heels into the small of Anders’ back with every torturous thrust. His fingers find the mage’s hair - they dig deep, balling against his scalp, and as he curls over in pleasure he presses his lips to the man’s forehead, frantic kisses lavished on that salted skin in between hungry grazes of his teeth and rough, ragged gasps for air.

The second time, it is the other way around. Fenris has Anders face down in the sheets - he pins him there with strong, flat palms, his hips straddling him and knees making sure that he cannot change his mind about letting the elf take control. His teeth bite bruising trails across the mage’s shoulders, prompting dark pin-pricks of blood in their wake, and he takes pleasure in the fact that no amount of magic will hide them in the morning.

The third time, Anders is begging for him. Fenris smirks - some years ago, he would have never thought to hear the mage ask him for anything, let alone to be so open about his desires. But time changes many things, and this most of all, and finally - finally - he allows Anders to claim his lips. The kiss is at once honey and lightning, and Fenris almost surrenders to it, before he remembers himself and delivers a firm warning nip to the man’s lower lip. "You are," he murmurs, in between heady kisses, "quite the masochist, are you not?"