#ic ;; FENRIS

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

I like to think that the first like bit of icarus being back them and fenris are on rocky terms - like fen isn't trying to kill a bitch but also he's a bit of an asshole (as he should be, honestly) - but give it like a day and they are bickering constantly. ic gets asked questions, answers them, goes semi verbal for a day because oh man I wasn't Prepared, and then the next day they're bickering. just little snips at each other. or something

[queenofqueensarcheron]

There’s only 2 maybe 3 men Nesta should be around and Cassian is not one of them. Other than them, keep them away from her.

1- Eris Vanserra

2- Fenrys Moonbeam ( when she does cross to Erilea)

3- Azriel (when he’s away from the IC)

** Special mention to Lucien Vanserra**

You disagree? Argue with the wall…

[acourtofquestions]

Rowan leaned against the battlements, panting hard as he fought to keep the lethal steam from flowing toward the army.

As he cooled and sent it whisking away.

Solid hands slid under his arms, and then Fenrys and Gavriel were there, propping him up between them.

[grapecaseschoices]

the way fenris wont even consider turning in mages in the team bc it would upset hawke.

the way sebastian DOES considerate but struggles because there is no middle ground.

[rowanisawriter]

Unpopular opinion: some people's character mods are just bad. Some are really good, but some of them either strip out the personality of the character or over design things and don't mesh well with the aesthetic of the game. Sometimes both. They need to stop ironing out my wrinkly middle aged men and women

STRONGLY AGREE 😭

i am fine with mods that add clothing/hair options but mods that alter characters like beyond recognition make me soooo sad like he would NOT have smooth skin!! 😭 or blue eyes 😭

[sanctos]

its  awkward  here  ,   without  victor  present.    a  stranger's  house  ,   with  another  stranger  present  ,   haunted  by  the  memory  of  his  greatest  regret.   walter  stands  in  the  kitchen  archway  and  stares  at  the  floor  just  behind  the  couch———where  victor  said    (  or  rather  ,   had  shouted  ,  )   that  jodie  had  died  ,   and  tries  to  imagine  how  she  may  have  been  laying.   were  he  there  ,   he  could  have  been  crouched  down  beside  her.   he  could  have  caught  her  before  she  hit  the  ground.   staring  so  sullenly,   he  looks  unsettlingly  like  victor  ,   leaning  and  scratching  at  a  spot  on  his  neck  before  he  brings  himself  back  to  reality.   dwelling  on  it  won't  bring  her  back.   dwelling  won't  change  any  of  it.

but  he  can't  help  dwelling  on  victor  in  particular———his  son  ,   his  son  ,   who  has  jodie's  face  practically  plastered  on  his  own  ,   who  got  all  of  her  softness  but  ,   apparently  ,   none  of  her  joy.   did  he  help  decorate  this  apartment  ?   did  he  care  ?   had  he  let  the  flowers  die  because  of  his  own  grief  ,   or  had  he  hated  them  all  along  ?   he  shuffles  further  into  the  kitchen  to  tidy  up  the  clutter  ,   but  can't  stop  thinking  ,   and  ends  up  turning  to  @denouemente instead:   dish  towel  in  hand  ,   a  familiar  scrunch  of  distress  wrinkling  between  his  brows.        ❛❛  hey  ,   can  i   .  .  .   ask  you  about  vic  a  little  ?   ———i  don't  mean  to  pry  ,   i  just  ,   he  doesn't  talk  to  me.   you  know  that.  ❜❜

[14dayswithyou]

14dwy AU where everything is the same except you go back to your tumblr rp roots and let me roleplay with the skrunkly 🔫🥰

TENDER SIMPER FORMS 'pon alabaster countenance as the pink-haired patron pulls his lover close. Slender digits wrap around their waist &. find comfort 'gainst the warmth it provides, while a tender kiss is placed 'pon a crown of moon-kissed tresses.

❛❛      M-Missed you,      angel. ❜❜ He breathes, ❛❛      So much.      ❜❜

[dozenrozez-a]

Have you been Naughty or Nice?

tagged by: @r3dblccd

tagging: anyone

Whoa Scarlet! You need to start thinking about packing your bags if you don't change your ways soon. Santa is more likely to hunt you down than bring you a present.

"Am i gonna have a fight with Santa? Santa has never brought me a present ever, so if he wants to fight, then we're gonna fight. I'll engrave an arrow just for you!"

Now, Zander. Santa knows you're trying, but it still doesn't make up for last year. You're on the Naughty List.

"what did i do?"

So far you are on the "Nice" list, but you'd better watch out... Santa's checking his list twice!

"Santa should probably check a third time to get Zander on the nice list."

Ho ho ho! Nice try, Wolfgang. Thought you could slip one past the Big Guy, huh? Naughty.

"I tried! Come on, i died once. shouldn't that keep me on a permanent nice list?"

2 words: Naughty List. You know why Sebastian.

"I do know why,"

[inquisitorismone]

wow you pop into the solas tag and you really get punched in the face with a thousand white haired elf waifs huh

[tazabel]

What a time to return to tumblr after an accidental two-ish-years break. I don't mind the mix of Loki (the series), OFMD, Yuuri on Ice (What, still? I don't mind, just surprised), Good Omens and occasional Dragon Age and Mass Effect and Baldur's Gate 3 on my dash. And Čumblr, let's not forget Čumblr. I appreciate it. Those are my favourite things (except BG3, haven't played that yet, but I will, because Astarion... y'know?) and I would actually appreciate even more DA and ME.

But there's also the aniversary of that disasterous Destiel confession. And I'd rather not.

Will I stop following the tags, though? Propbably not in the forseable future.

And this is the end of this oh-so-meaningful post. Bye. Give me more Fenris.

[fuckitdoaquadflip]

I hate it when I hyperfixate so hard I start having in universe dreams. Like why the fuck was dream me confidently telling someone I could land a quad toe and a quad flip? My knee pops out of its socket when I try to tie my shoes and I've s e e n the ice rink in Clackamas like twice be fucking serious dream Fen 😂

[x-letsbreaksomerules-x]

the DA comics have some great action and fight scenes but they cant keep Fenris(or other characters) consistent for shit. His eyes AND his skin tone change color multiple times. sometimes on the same page! how do you fuck up like this.

[acourtofquestions]

They all saw her. The queen on the plain. The endless wall of water surging for her.

The keep stones began shuddering. Rowan threw out a hand to brace himself, fear like nothing he had known ripping through him as Aelin lifted her arms above her head. A pillar of fire shot up around her, lifting her hair with it. The wave roared and roared for her, for the army behind her. The shaking in the keep was not from the wave. It was not from that wall of water at all. Cracks formed in the earth, splintering across it. Spiderwebbing from Aelin.

Into the burning heart of the world.

He knew then. Either as her mate or carranam, he knew. "Three months," Rowan breathed. The others stilled. "Three months," he said again, his knees wobbling. "She's been making the descent into her power for three months." As Aelin opened her hand toward it. Fire erupted. Cobalt fire. The raging soul of a flame. A tidal wave of it. Still the waters came, breaking against the flames that did not so much as yield an inch. Maeve's death blow. Spent here, to save the army that might mean Terrasen's salvation. To spare the lives on the plain. The raging wave threw itself over and over and over into the wall of flame. It filled the plain, turning the world into drifting mist. Blocking the view of the queen in its center. Then silence. Utter silence.

Fire flickered through the mist, blue turning to gold and red. A muted, throbbing glow. The glowing flames shrank, steam rippling past. Until there was only a slim pillar of fire, veiled in the mist-shrouded plain. Not a pillar of fire. But Aelin. Glowing white-hot. As if she had given herself so wholly to the flame that she had become fire herself. The Fire-Bringer someone whispered down the battlements. The mist rippled and billowed, casting her into nothing but a glowing effigy. The silence turned reverent. A gentle wind from the north swept down. The veil of mist pulled back, and there she was. She glowed from within. Glowed golden, tendrils of her hair floating on a phantom wind. "Mala's Heir," Yrene breathed.

The wind pushed away more of the drifting mist, clearing the land beyond Aelin. And where that mighty, lethal wave had loomed, where death had charged toward them, nothing remained at all.

[dxnse-macabre]

@crimesought asked: ❝ Who's that? ❞

@fen-dwxller .

❝ YOU KNOW, I HAD A CHANCE TO BED HIM, ONCE. ❞ the elf twirls a cup of wine in his hand, watching the liquid swirl along the glass as he remembers the time FONDLY .

❝ when time came for us to de-clothe, i could hardly place a FINGER on him before i was shoved onto the wall. rather quick and FORCEFULLY, might i add. ❞ he takes a sip of his drink as he looks back at the hulking tiefling, frowning slightly. ❝ you know i don't mind a little bit of ROUGH-HOUSING , when it comes to bedroom activities. but for his stature, i didn't expect it... ❞

astarion pauses, a troubled look on his face before he continued. ❝ he... also had these... GLOWING scars. they glowed blue when we touched. ❞

❝ fenris, he was called. ❞ he took another drink, staring off behind cassian. ❝ little wolf. i don't recall much after that night -- you know the goal at the time was to fetch him for cazador -- but he had immediately left the morning after. not even a hair behind. ❞

❝ i never knew he was one to tear the HEARTS out of strangers. ❞ he smiled and shrugged. ❝ who knew that the man would be a psychopath of sorts ? how exciting ... ❞

[playedbetter]

[ settle ] sender sits on receiver's lap and gets comfortable. For Garrett Hawke from Fenris

Meme / Accepting!

It was always nice to sit down by the fireplace of the Hawke estate, it had been a busy day and Garrett was happy to have the chance to unwind. He watched Fenris come in having grabbed some wine for the both of them, and set them down.

As Fenris climbed into his lap he gently put his arms around him and rested his chin on Fenris' shoulder. "I love you so much, you know that right?" He mumbled.

[heartsdefine]

"nobody asks for their fate." ↳ @dracaeons (fenris to roz) — memes / accepting!

        "well, fate sure has one bitch of a sense of humor." and if there really is somebody up there in the nebulous sky, or the fade, or wherever, making these decisions, she'd sure like to have a colorful word or two with them. "but all the better mages died at the conclave, and i'm the one stuck with the glowing hand."