My new book of cartoons “You’re All Just Jealous of My Jetpack” is out now. Details are here.
There are no women in video games, are there?
Tell me your favourite female character from any of the DA or ME games and I’ll draw her.
[my art here]
Sorry, old stuff again… but every now and then I need to fenders.
Yes, Fenders is a verb now.
It can be everything in fact.
Because.
Fenders.
Here’s a link to it on AO3
A Promise Kept
Fenris could feel Anders heart beating under his hand… he could feel the marks scored across his chest from his gauntlets. He hadn’t meant to hurt him… but in his grief, that immediate burning brightness when he saw the sunburst on his forehead… he slid to his feet, clawed steel hurting Anders, yet the mage said nothing to rebuke to him. He said nothing at all, remained standing while Fenris lay huddled at his feet; shock numbing him and making him still as a puppet with it’s strings cut.
Fenris sat there, one hand on Anders leg, just touching him even though the mage could no longer react to him, to anyone. He merely stood and waited for someone to direct him. Someone to give him a task like the good Tranquil he had been molded into.
Finally, Fenris stood up and wrapped himself around the mage, shirtless, wrapped in only a bed sheet after Fenris had bathed him, stripped the Chantry robes from his thin frame. In all of this, Anders had remained silent, staring ahead blankly, asking no question other than what would you have me do ser? Only one question from him, then silence.
He let his palm rest over the mages chest, feeling how thin he’d gotten, even worse since being captured. He let his markings flare…willing himself to do what he knew was right, what Anders had always told him he wanted if he was ever made Tranquil.
His hand shook as he phased it through bone and muscle to find his heart, still beating strong, one twist and he would be free finally. All it would take was closing his hand and pulling to give Anders the freedom he’d been denied by the angry sunburst that marred his fair complexion.
Fenris spoke softly against his shoulder, despair in his voice as he asked for absolution in this final act of mercy.
“I’m sorry Anders, forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to for—-“
His final words cut short as Fenris twisted his hand and made good on his word, given years before to a man he’d once wished this fate on.
He said nothing else as he laid him down, covered him and then went to get Hawke so they could give him a proper goodbye. This is why he hated promises… sometimes you really did have to keep them.
I didn’t want to see my own stuff on my dash again, but I still wanted to reblog the fic. So here it is. <3
Sorry, old stuff again… but every now and then I need to fenders.
Yes, Fenders is a verb now.
It can be everything in fact.
Because.
Fenders.
This one still breaks my heart.
There were rumours. Small whispers in the winds, though he didn’t believe it. He didn’t WANT to believe it. The only way to find out was going there: to The Gallows. Fenris went without the rest of his companions. He approached Knight-Captain Cullen and requested information on Anders. He pointed across The Gallows;
Fenris strode quickly to the blonde man whose back was to him. He grabbed the mage and whirled him around. “Anders I-.” He froze. His heart shattered. His eyes threatened to tear up. He clutched the mage’s shoulders tightly and looked at him with a horrified expression. “Please no.” He looked at the symbol, liked his middle finger, and tried to rub it off. The burned indents only rubbed against the finger.
“Anders no.” He clutched the mage’s robes.
“How can I be of service ser?”
“Please tell me that this isn’t true, tell me that you aren’t tranquil.”
“We must learn to master our self. Without tranquility, we are a danger to everyone around us.”
“I’d rather have you be a danger than this. Please tell me there is a way to reverse this.”
“Ser, I have mastered myself, and in control of myself. Please, allow me to continue my work.”
Fenris let go slowly, knowing that it was real. He knew there was nothing he could do to change it. He rubbed his eyes against his arm. “Anders I’m so sorry.”
A jolt made Fenris wake up. He was breathing heavily. He looked over at Anders who was asleep beside him, and glanced at his forehead, there was no symbol. The nightmare was getting worse. Anders wasn’t safe, he needed to get out of Kirkwall and soon.
reblogging for the fic <3
Sorry, old stuff again… but every now and then I need to fenders.
Yes, Fenders is a verb now.
It can be everything in fact.
Because.
Fenders.
Just submitted my first piece for the reverse DABB.
Not sure if people will like it.
What if they don’t?
What if my description is so boring, nobody will decide to choose it?
Never mind.
I’m feeling a bit excluded lately.
Maybe it was a mistake to delete that old blog and all the art.
Maybe it wasn’t.
I don’t know.
I’m just afraid I don’t really belong.
Sorry, I forgot to add that I play on PC and my nickname is kruppkind.
Would anyone be willing to play ME Multiplayer with me?
I have to admit, I just started playing today, so I’m still a total noob and I don’t even know if you can play with people from different countries or if you have to add them on origin or whatever.
I just thought, I’d ask.
This one is from my old account. I felt like reposting it for the always lovely cypher! <3
