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Anders but oops, she got estrogen in The Circle somehow? Here's her DA2 intro look sans coat.

Oh and then she grew up a bit. Here she is after developing a bunch more for DA2, also sans coat. She went from big sister to Mommy real quick

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late kiss week day 7 “celebration” tgirl zevistair post archdemon. go forth my stupids

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What you can't see here is that Cal is also in this picture! The first moment I met Rolan, Cal, and Lia, I knew that they were fucking! You can see the uncensored version here

(A commission like the full piece would run $200)

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Astarion: Rot

I prefer my Astarion Rotten and Poisonous

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MY SHOP IS NOW OPEN!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I've got preorders open and some products that are ready to go! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I'll get a real storefront set up eventually, but for preorders I think bigcartel is perfect! I'm not sure yet if preorders will be open for 2 weeks or a month, it depends on how well they do!

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The EU (still) wants to scan your private messages and photos

🚨 You WILL Be Impacted 🚨

Every photo, every message, every file you send will be automatically scanned—without your consent or suspicion.

If you live in the EU*, contact your MEPs NOW and tell them to vote NO! Go here to learn more & FIGHT BACK!

https://fightchatcontrol.eu/

*especially if you live in Germany - they have not yet decided, and their opposition is crucial!

Please reblog! If the EU passes this, it weakens online privacy worldwide.

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Fenris stays silent, just running his fingers over Hawke’s letter.

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hear me out: zevran/fenris/hawke where hawke coerces fenris into a threesome with zevran after zevran's quest in da2, and zevran notices!

@dadrunkwriting Thank you for the prompt!

Hawke had leaned in, whispered in Fenris’ ear, “He’s a pretty one, isn’t he?” Which wasn’t only an understatement but the wrong thing to say completely. Zevran had been covered in blood, grinning, daggers shining where they weren’t stained in the lives of his kills. He was stunning. He was a force to fear and inspire. ‘Pretty’ wasn’t fitting.

And Hawke hadn’t left it there. In their bed that night, Hawke took Fenris, pressing him down into the mattress and talking. Normally, Hawke just shoved into him, took what they wanted, and passed out. This time though, they were rambling, describing, the way that Fenris would look against another elf, their purrs and knots rubbing against one another, how pliant and good, what a proper bitch Fenris would be with a knot up his ass, how much they would love to split him open on Zevran. It wasn’t the first time Hawke had shown a fetish for elves, he had been dragged along to the Rose more than a few times, one of the elves there paid to make him feel good. It never did, but it made Hawke happy, so he went along with it.

The next two weeks had been full of conversations about Zevran, Hawke asking around, putting out feelers, trying to track the rogue down. Their hands always came up empty, which pleased Fenris well enough, but the search did reach Zevran’s ears.

Hawke was laying out the tools for the night, letting Fenris see exactly what they were planning for him, ropes, a blindfold, a paddle, a dagger, Hawke’s belt, a poker in the fire, when there was a presense with them. Fenris was trying to breathe, nude and on his knees, just like how Hawke liked it, when the poker was picked up out of the fire.

“I do hope you weren’t planning to use this for real torture, your fireplace will not get it hot enough,” Zevran said, the poker in his hand as he turned it this way and that.

Fenris’ brands flared immediately. How could he have not heard the other elf’s presence? How had Zevran gotten so close without his realization?

Hawke put their hand on Fenris’ head and pushed, making Fenris put his face on the floor, his ass raised on instinct towards Zevran. There was another elf in the room and Fenris was still the lowest of them all. He was made for subservience and he would always obey Hawke.

“Zevran, I was hoping we would have the joy of your presence again,” Hawke smiled.

“So I have heard! You were not exactly subtle in your desires.” Zevran’s hips swayed when he walked over, golden eyes briefly tracing over Fenris but not lingering. “You need someone dead? I can do that.”

“It’s nothing so vulgar as that,” Hawks hummed, petting Fenris’ hair with their foot. Fenris had been lower, but it was hard to think so when he now knew how to stand. “I was more so hoping you would help me with my pet, Fenris, here.”

Pet. Pet was good. He liked being Hawke’s pet. People loved their pets, didn’t they?

“It seems to me your pet is well trained, my friend. I do not know how you wish me to assist.” It was said flirtatiously. Zevran knew exactly what he was doing here, what Hawke wanted.

“I’ll speak plainly then,” Hawke said, getting out of their chair and stepping away from Fenris. They put their hands on Zevran’s waist, over his armor. “I want you to fuck Fenris. I want to fuck him with you. Hes got such a good hole, I’m sure you’d find it pleasing.”

“I see! You want to play with my secondary profession! Your pet does seem to be in need of proper care, he’s such a pretty thing.”

Pretty. Hawke had said that Zevran was pretty. He knew that he was a disgusting, disfigured thing, Hawke made sure to remind him that he was an exotic beast, often.

“But what is he doing on the floor?”

Hawke started to work on the straps and buckles on Zevran’s armor. “He prefers it there. His old Master wouldn’t let the dog on the bed, if you know what I mean.”

“Master?” Zevran clearly didn’t know what they meant. He didn’t know that Fenris was a slave pretending to be free, that he didn’t know what freedom even meant. “Fenris, yes?”

Fenris nodded, dragging his cheek over the floor.

“I think Fenris would look so good on your bed, spread out like a meal, don’t you, my friend?” he asked, taking off his cloak as Hawk pulled away his breastplate. “Such a gorgeous man should be wrapped in comfort, I think.”

Hawke chuckled. “I don’t think Fenris would know what to do with comfort. Go on then, pet, get on the bed, show off that whore body of yours.”

Fenris scrambled up, flush all over his face and going down his chest, only to turn and lay on his back on the bed. The sheets were expensive and they were soothing on his oft irritated brands. Once Zevran was nude he slid into bed with Fenris, a shadow sliding over his torso, crawling over him like a comforting nightmare.

“Relax, amore, I will not bring you harm this night.”

And yet Fenris could not, not when Zevran was so beautiful, so lovely. He took the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand and slicked up his fingers far more than Hawke ever would.

“Just keep breathing for me.”

Fenris nodded, trying. It was hard. It always was, even though he knew that the stress made him tighter and thus made it hurt worse. There were no ropes around his wrists, no pain, not yet, but there would be. He was good at taking pain. He didn’t show it at all.

“Shh, shh,” Zevran hummed and rubbed at his entrance with a finger, slowly working his way inside. No one ever fingered Fenris, it was hardly necessary with how often Hawke fucked him or stuffed him with the heavy dwarf made toys.

“You don’t need to do that,” Hawke hummed, climbing into bed with them, undoing their robe and revealing themself, fat hairy breasts and thick, dark bush that curled around the thick harness that held their cock. “I’m sure you’ll find he’s plenty loose.”

“He’s loose enough for a finger, perhaps two, but no more than that. He needs to relax. Is this his first time with another?”

Hawke’s laugh was a loud bark. “Hardly!”

Shame curled in Fenris’ stomach.

Another finger pressed into him and Zevran leaned down, licking where Fenris’ ear connected to his head. It made him dizzy and he huffed and writhed, starting to fuck himself on Zevran’s fingers. Hawke was aroused, it was obvious, Fenris could smell them, and his own cock was hard, the band of flesh at the base already soft and read to stretch around his growing knot. It had never felt like this, it was like Zevran was searching for something inside of him that felt good. When he found it Fenris’ breathing hitched, taking on a higher note, and Zevran smiled, rubbing that spot intentionally.

“I’m going to fuck his throat, let me know when you’re ready to actually fuck him,” Hawke groaned as they straddled his face and Fenris opened his mouth, relaxing his throat. He knew what to do when this happened, when Hawke grew tired of waiting for whatever the elf they’d paired him with wanted to take their time.

Their cock, wood and wrapped in leather, not stone, at least, pressed against his tongue and he worked to get it wet so it would be easier when it slid down his throat, making his adams apple bulge around the shaft. Hawke fucked rough and deep, drawing sounds from Fenris that he could not control. Thick, messy “Glaugk glugk” sounds came from him, unbidden and he reached out, scrambling, catching, holding Zevran’s thighs.

Zevran who was still pressed against his jaw, who felt the rough thrusting as Hawke’s thigh rubbed against the tattoo on his face, who was wringing out fat, clear, droplets of precum from Fenris’ cock. Zevran, who kissed where he could reach, pressing his lips to Fenris’ ear. Zevran who whispered, so quietly a human could never hear.

“Is this what you want, amore?”

Fenris couldn’t speak, couldn’t disobey, couldn’t even shake his head. All he could do was look at Zevran from the corner of his eye, a single tear slipping down his temple, and dig his nails into Zevran’s skin. It was the loudest he could be.

Zevran kissed the tear away before it could reach Fenris’ hair and kissed down to his ear once more. He pulled his fingers out and stroked himself until he was wet, pressing his cockhead into Fenris’ body. “Then this is the last time it will ever happen,” Zevran whispered, “You have my word.”

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Scout Paper-Mario-Wiki Needs Help

Hey all. It's gotten bad for me.

Me, and the people I care about the most, need to leave the country, and I can no longer rely on my full time job to provide me with the funds I need to do so. This is not a matter of comfort for us, it is a matter of survival, and I don't say that lightly.

I do not feel good asking for this much assistance, but I need it, and will be doing whatever I can to make it happen.

For the first time in 4 years, I'll be opening up voice acting commissions, and I've also started a fundraising campaign.

If you'd like to support me, please click any of the links below.

Chuffed campaign

Donate on cashapp

Donate on paypal

Email me for a commission at chasejoven@gmail.com (starting at $100 for short jobs, willing to negotiate if the commission is especially small. I'm also more than willing to do non-voice-acting work if you have something else you know I can do for you.)

Pay-what-you-want for my music

Thank you very much for reading, and thank you for your help.

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Mozilla, in its finite wisdom, embedded LLM bots into recent versions of Firefox for the vitally-important purpose of… naming tab groups. Now, some users are noticing CPU and power usage spikes caused by a background process called Inference.

Ugh. Reminder again for Firefox users to visit your about:config page, search for the browser.ml.chat.enabled key, and set that to false:

If yours says true then double-click it until it reads false.

Doing that turns off the AI chatbot features in Firefox, but also the stupid new LLM tab-naming feature that's rolling out.

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Blood From Inside a Vein Chapter 1:2

“Please, may I lay here in my last moments? I won’t bother you for long,” he responded, looking with his eyes around the room, seeing a blur of books, chicken feet and herbs hanging from the ceiling, taxidermy over the windows and mantle. There was a fine but worn out chaise next to two armchairs and a dastardly looking side table by the fire. He was in the library.

“NO IT IS NOT ALRIGHT. YOU’RE MAKING A MESS OF MY RUG, THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE DOING. DO YOU THINK IT’S EASY, GETTING RID OF A MAGICAL CORPSE?”

Yunis closed his eyes. “I’m truly sorry.”

“IF YOU WERE SORRY YOU WOULD MOVE ONTO THE HARDWOOD. OR CUT YOURSELF INTO LITTLE PIECES SO THAT I CAN MAKE USE OF YOU WITHOUT GETTING MY HANDS DIRTY.”

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My cat, Information Technology, is going in for an allergy test on the 21st at 10am! Poor kitty has been swelling and itching and ripping out her fur for almost a year now and the next step in helping her is a skin test, which will cost us $1,570! We're lucky that it's so soon after her last exam ($220) so they can waive that fee at least!

SO here's a reminder that I have a Ko-Fi set up to fundraise for her and I do commission work! I'll fill writing or drawing requests for any donations and I'm going to take 25% off all commissions in order to get anything for this baby! We've been stuck at 14% of goal for a while now!

Without further ado, pictures of the baby

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I’m doing a monthly art raffle for my patrons, and July’s winner requested an illustration featuring our favorite pale elf.

By random circumstance, it’s also BG3’s first anniversary it seems, so everyone congratulate the birthday boy! 🎂

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Washing Away Despair

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Dragon Age II

Relationship: Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age)

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Depression, Hallucinations, Self-Esteem Issues, Bipolar Disorder, Schizophrenia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bathing/Washing, Hurt/Comfort, Foot Fetish, Trans Anders, Dom/sub Undertones, Literal Sleeping Together, Starvation, Crying

Language: English

Words: 9,496

“I will ask again, are you well?” Fenris asked, guiding him up the stairs. He didn’t need help. He was so glad that he had it.

“I am tired,” Anders explained, “the trip just went on and on, Hawke kept finding more to do. I ran out of mana once or twice and we didn’t bring enough Lyrium potions for me. They just assume I’m an infinite reserve sometimes.”

“Because you show that you are, work until you should collapse. Even I do not see where your talents end.”

“If I have an end, people will know when I’m no longer useful, when I no longer am worth their time.” He doesn’t mean to say it, not like that, and he knows how it sounds, he knows that he’s making his value known.

He still gasps in panic when Fenris turns on him, his anger raised to the surface. Fenris gets angry so easily, its the easiest thing for him to feel, and Anders is so afraid of it. He knows that he deserves it, but he still doesn’t want it. He will keep giving until Fenris has no reason to be angry with him. But he has failed and Fenris is angry, all teeth and claws. “You do not need a use! You do not need to earn their time! Since you have returned you have been quiet and small and wrong! I do not like it, when you act meek, for you are so much more than that. Would you be less deserving of care if you had no magic under your command?”

“Yes,” Anders whimpered, pulling away, taking a step down the stairs.

Fenris reached out, catching him as his boot slipped on the stair, keeping him from tumbling. Even with his anger, he did not squeeze. He did not hurt. “Even if you were to turn, in front of me, into a helpless wriggling worm, with no magic or prospects, with no power of your own, I would still care for you! You are no whore for me.”

Anders whimpered again, pulling in on himself, ready for the strike that would not come.

“You treat every relationship like a transaction and yet you throw venom for attention. You make no sense to me, and yet I adore you so. The way that you act, that you disapprove of yourself, makes me fear you do not feel the same.”

Anders eyes filled with tears at that. He was afraid, so ghastly afraid, and Fenris was going to hit him or drop him so he fell down the stairs or worse, the worse thing of all, send him away and never call for him again. He was undeserving of Fenris anyway, the idea of disappointing him, of making him feel like he didn’t care for him, made Anders feel sick. He wanted to be even smaller, he wanted to be kicked and beaten and forced to grovel. He wanted to show Fenris that he was worth any attention, even if it was to be spat on, but it was clear that Fenris didn’t want that. Fenris wanted something that Anders had no understanding of.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled, trying and failing not to cry. The tears spilled down his skin and found microscopic grooves in his skin, cracks from Justice’s influence, to travel, washing his face in a pattern that revealed him for the monster that he was. “I’m sorry, Fenris. Please, I do adore you, please, don’t be upset. I’m sorry.”

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