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[SteamPunks]

lol I read all this after the edit had been done so I was super confused as to why Aristorum was insisting it was Pseudo's picture. It's all good now

[tankgirly]

SteamPunks wrote...

lol I read all this after the edit had been done so I was super confused as to why Aristorum was insisting it was Pseudo's picture. It's all good now

Me bad, being too lazy.

But it's all good now, only one artist can do a droppy ears as good as Aristorum...

[Deliciously-Demonic]

400 was a prompt, yes?

[tankgirly]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

400 was a prompt, yes?

yep.

[lonewolfxxx]

I wonder how Varric would portray Fenris in his exaggerated stories...
I can't help but think he'll make fun of him or something because of how different (to me so far) their personalities are.

[Deliciously-Demonic]

Good, so I'm not insane! xD

Prompt: 400

She was everthing he was suppose to despise and dislike. While he was broody, anti-social even, she was cheerful, kind and helped everyone. And she was a bloody mage. That alone made him recoil with horror when he first found himself drawn to her. The short, pale, ebony-haired Hawke intrigued him, he had admitted, rather bitterly. They were total opposites, from personality to appearance to abilities. But he couldn't stop from falling for her. How this odd relationship had even started, he didn't remember. It was vague...he distantly recalled a memory as slamming her against a wall and kissing her. But regardless, there he was, propped up against a tree with her curled up like a cat next to him, her head in his lap. He grinned down and her round, innocent face, so different from his own. Hawke opened one eye, large, round and silver, and pinned him with it. "What?" she asked. He grinned wider still. "Just thinking, love." she opened her other eye and raised a single brow. "About what?" she inquired. "Us. How I despised you when we first met." he answered. "Oh? Pray tell, Fenris, when did your opinion of me change?" he blinked, grin fading, and thought momentarily. "Exactly four hundered days ago, when I first got off my arse and kissed you." he answered truthfully. She made a noise of surprise. "You've counted the days that we've been together?"

"My dear, I count the seconds."

"Kissass."

"It's true. What would you do without me and my simple flattery?"

"Run to Varric."

"Oh please, you can't be serious."

"Damn. You've called my bluff, good Ser."

"Indeed?" she grinned and pulled his head down, pressing her lips to his briefly.

"Indeed."

[LittleMissAngel]

lonewolfxxx wrote...

I wonder how Varric would portray Fenris in his exaggerated stories...
I can't help but think he'll make fun of him or something because of how different (to me so far) their personalities are.

lol, that would depend entirely on his opinion of Fenris. If he was friends with Fenris he might exaggerate how manly he is, or if he disliked Fenris he would exaggerate his effeminacy.

note: I'm using Fenris physicality as an example simply because I know virtually nothing about his personality.

[Wynne]

ankuu wrote...

*hugs back* You are right Wynne! And that drawing is totally hilarious *saves it*. As the girls already said, you chose your name well.

tankgirly wrote...

Lol'd

I love this!

I got it from xkcd.com; awesome humor site.  Some of it is math-related so I occasionally have to ask more math-friendly people than me what it means, but often enough you have stuff like this: (and it's slightly naughty, with one reference to the f-word, so I'm going to link rather than posting)

Important Life Lesson

To the authors of "Porn For Women"...

The latter has been one of my favorites for a long time.

Dr. Doctor wrote...

(Varric sees Fenris passed out on the floor)

Varric: Lass, what did you do to Fenris?

Merrill: I asked him if he wanted a drink and he said yes.

Varric: How many did he have?

Merrill: Just one shot of Antivan brandy. Aparently Fen's like a throughbred, you just can't put anything into the tank and expect him to run well.

Varric: Lass, that stuff is potent enough to strip the paint off a wall. What did you have?

Merrill: The same thing, Isabela said that it would be a good way for us to "break the ice".

Varric: Oh
its a way to break the ice alright. Fenris there's going to feel like
the dove head first into a frozen lake come morning. You two stay out of
trouble alright?

Merrill: Don't worry Varric, I'll make sure he gets home safe. (hugs Fenris)

*grins wide* That was too. damned. cute.

I play a lot of D&D, too, both 4th Ed and Pathfinder. Do you have a favorite edition? I like some aspects of both.

Ineffable Igor wrote...

@Wynne, Oh my goodness, the young
Fenris pic!  It's like you looked into my brain!  For some reason I
imagined him with that dark brown hair, probably because there hasn't
been a love interest with hair that color since Atton and I missed it. [smilie]../../../images/forum/emoticons/kissing.png[/smilie] Very nice!

Ahh, that must have been it... I always did love and adore Atton. Clunkiest name of all time, seriously, but oh so good... *reminisces fondly* If only they'd finished him.

[tankgirly]

New artwork, regarding our beloved Tevinter Slave:



by coolloser15

Modifié par tankgirly, 22 janvier 2011 - 01:22 .

[tankgirly]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

Good, so I'm not insane! xD
Prompt: 400
She was everthing he was suppose to despise and dislike. While he was broody, anti-social even, she was cheerful, kind and helped everyone. And she was a bloody mage. That alone made him recoil with horror when he first found himself drawn to her. The short, pale, ebony-haired Hawke intrigued him, he had admitted, rather bitterly. They were total opposites, from personality to appearance to abilities. But he couldn't stop from falling for her. How this odd relationship had even started, he didn't remember. It was vague...he distantly recalled a memory as slamming her against a wall and kissing her. But regardless, there he was, propped up against a tree with her curled up like a cat next to him, her head in his lap. He grinned down and her round, innocent face, so different from his own. Hawke opened one eye, large, round and silver, and pinned him with it. "What?" she asked. He grinned wider still. "Just thinking, love." she opened her other eye and raised a single brow. "About what?" she inquired. "Us. How I despised you when we first met." he answered. "Oh? Pray tell, Fenris, when did your opinion of me change?" he blinked, grin fading, and thought momentarily. "Exactly four hundered days ago, when I first got off my arse and kissed you." he answered truthfully. She made a noise of surprise. "You've counted the days that we've been together?"
"My dear, I count the seconds."
"Kissass."
"It's true. What would you do without me and my simple flattery?"
"Run to Varric."
"Oh please, you can't be serious."
"Damn. You've called my bluff, good Ser."
"Indeed?" she grinned and pulled his head down, pressing her lips to his briefly.
"Indeed."

Filed

[Tashash]

Afternoon fellow Fen-addicts.

@DD - D'Awwwwwww.....That is SO DAMN CUTE! I love it.



@Dr. *had giggle fit* It's always the quiet ones!



@Wynne, you are so much like your namesake.....and I love your art, the 'young' Fenris...I am speechless.



@MorningBird, don't be so hard on yourself, it's great!

[eSqr]

Wynne wrote...

But if I couldn't romance Fenris at all, and he always got together with some other character... that would be a hard sort of slap in the face, just because I haven't found a character this intriguing since... since I don't know when. Probably Gann-of-Dreams in MotB, seeing as he was one of my favorite romances ever. 

they did it once, I mean in Baldur's Gate when Haer'Dalis started romancing Aerie and poor charname was stuck with Anomen, that was so irritating
But some rivalry  between fem Hawke and Bethany or Merrill would be very interesting

[Kitterkat100]

I was bored so i got to thinking about our Fen. I remeraber that fan art by i think BPearl12 if not corret me. It was the pic of him and a little girl. so what if he had sister who was also a slave to the magister

, and she was lyrem brand but broken and stayed with him/her when Fenris fled. What if the sister was the first to come after him and you have 4 options on what to do. Kill her ,have fenris kill her, send her away, or give her Fenris, If you let her go she will come back and you have to kill or send Fenris away, with her. If tou send Fenris away at one of these two points then he will come and try to kill you but you kill him instead. This will proable never happen but this is what happens when i got to thinking.

[tankgirly]

kitterkat wrote...

I was bored so i got to thinking about our Fen. I remeraber that fan art by i think BPearl12 if not corret me. It was the pic of him and a little girl. so what if he had sister who was also a slave to the magister
, and she was lyrem brand but broken and stayed with him/her when Fenris fled. What if the sister was the first to come after him and you have 4 options on what to do. Kill her ,have fenris kill her, send her away, or give her Fenris, If you let her go she will come back and you have to kill or send Fenris away, with her. If tou send Fenris away at one of these two points then he will come and try to kill you but you kill him instead. This will proable never happen but this is what happens when i got to thinking.

This one?

[Kitterkat100]

tankgirly wrote...

kitterkat wrote...

I was bored so i got to thinking about our Fen. I remeraber that fan art by i think BPearl12 if not corret me. It was the pic of him and a little girl. so what if he had sister who was also a slave to the magister
, and she was lyrem brand but broken and stayed with him/her when Fenris fled. What if the sister was the first to come after him and you have 4 options on what to do. Kill her ,have fenris kill her, send her away, or give her Fenris, If you let her go she will come back and you have to kill or send Fenris away, with her. If tou send Fenris away at one of these two points then he will come and try to kill you but you kill him instead. This will proable never happen but this is what happens when i got to thinking.

This one?

yep;)

[Deliciously-Demonic]

It'd be interesting if he had a sister who as sent after him. But I doubt the Magister would risk his/her other 'pet/slave/weapon' just to find the other. Most likely'd sic bounty hunters on them, maybe put a price on Hawke's head after finding out Fen's with him/her. P:

[FenrisDeSolar]

So, what are the latest prompts? I was considering writing something...

[Kitterkat100]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

It'd be interesting if he had a sister who as sent after him. But I doubt the Magister would risk his/her other 'pet/slave/weapon' just to find the other. Most likely'd sic bounty hunters on them, maybe put a price on Hawke's head after finding out Fen's with him/her. P:

i know but this is what happens when i am bored i think start to spcelat about crazy things so, whatever (shrug) i was bored and done with my schoolwork and nothing was happing here and i don't know i guess i went a little crazer then my norm.Which is saying something for i am quete insane for a 15 year old girl:mellow:

Modifié par kitterkat, 22 janvier 2011 - 02:17 .

[tankgirly]

FenrisDeSolar wrote...

So, what are the latest prompts? I was considering writing something...

Theme:
1.push
2.cages
3.curiousity
4.sweets
5.scars
6.400

Time: One week

[FenrisDeSolar]

How much time is left, then?

[Miserysky]

She posts new ones on Thursdays. So, until next Thursday.

[FenrisDeSolar]

Right-o! Getting on it now, then.

[Margaret_TheElf]

Prompt Theme: Push!
Extra Special Blah Blah Blah: FemHawke is named Margaret, she is a rogue, and Carver is alive.

As the smell of chocolate wafted throughout the small house, I imagined what it would have been like if I had been taught how to bake by my mother: we'd all be eating shoe leather rather than the rock like muffins my mother could produce (I was never sure if it was the recipe or her ability to bake).
If I stood still and listened closely, I would be able to hear Carver blissfully snoring from the other end of the house. I, however, was more pre-occupied with another noise; one like the sound of  barefeet going softly through the grass.
     Was Fenris upset with me? He certainley seemed to be earlier when I had handcuffed his wrist to my own as a joke. Varric had laughed, Aveline had smiled, Carver was horrified, but Fenris...the expression in his moss green eys was seemed to be pain, maybe anger. You could hear something in his voice as he quietly asked me to uncuff him.
 A gentle knock on the door had drawn me away from the thoughts I was dwelling upon. Fenris, as I had guessed, was standing in the archway of the door. He politley asked to come in, and his nostrils flared as he came in, his bare feet sliding on the glossy wood floor. I thought he had smelled the muffins.
"You could have one, if you like." I offered, "They're fresh." Fenris shook his head, "No, thank you....is Carver here?"
         "Yes, but he is asleep. Trying to wake him up would be like trying to wake up a boulder with a broken dog whistle."
The faintest smile slightly formed onto Fenris' lips, "Good...I needed to speak with you alone, anyways."
   My throat began to tie itself into a paniced knot. "A-about earlier?" The slender, yet masculine elf turned to face me, "I suppose it may be similar..." and he began to slowly swagger towards me.
I found myself backing away, and I started to stammer, "I-I apologize, my friend. It was extremely unkind of me--"
           My back pressed itself to a solid wall, and I was unable to back up anymore as Fenris drew even nearer.
He now was before me, his shadow looming over. I opened my mouth to speak, when Fenris had abruptly pinned my wrists to the wall, and stooped down to kiss my throat. I was paralyzed with surprise and confusion. His lips slid across my skin to the side of my neck, repeatedly pressing his mouth on and teasing the skin with his teeth. I did not have the strength, nor the willpower to even think about pushing him off; instead, my fingers flaccidly twitched as my heart rate increased.
Fenris was done with my neck, and advanced onto my jawline, and then to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe.
 I was able to finally breath, before he had reached my mouth, "W-what are you doing?"  He had paused, his warm breath was raggedly filling my ear, sounding as if he was excited as myself.
  "Serving you..." he whispered, leaning his head back only slightly enough to look me in my eyes, "...being your slave." 
             Before I was able to speak anymore, he had released my wrists to put his hands on my face, and pulled himself to me, roughly pressing his warm mouth onto mine, keeping me pinned to the wall with his body.  I could not tell if this was forgiveness, or something....else. Whatever it was at the moment, I cared not.
  So there I was; moving with Fenris as he was as he had me pushed against the wall, the sound of both our racing heart beats drowning the sound of Carver's clueless snores.

Modifié par Margaret_TheElf, 22 janvier 2011 - 02:23 .

[tankgirly]

Margaret_TheElf wrote...

Prompt Theme: Push!
Extra Special Blah Blah Blah: FemHawke is named Margaret, she is a rogue, and Carver is alive.

As the smell of chocolate wafted throughout the small house, I imagined what it would have been like if I had been taught how to bake by my mother: we'd all be eating shoe leather rather than the rock like muffins my mother could produce (I was never sure if it was the recipe or her ability to bake).
If I stood still and listened closely, I would be able to hear Carver blissfully snoring from the other end of the house. I, however, was more pre-occupied with another noise; one like the sound of  barefeet going softly through the grass.
     Was Fenris upset with me? He certainley seemed to be earlier when I had handcuffed his wrist to my own as a joke. Varric had laughed, Aveline had smiled, Carver was horrified, but Fenris...the expression in his moss green eys was seemed to be pain, maybe anger. You could hear something in his voice as he quietly asked me to uncuff him.
 A gentle knock on the door had drawn me away from the thoughts I was dwelling upon. Fenris, as I had guessed, was standing in the archway of the door. He politley asked to come in, and his nostrils flared as he came in, his bare feet sliding on the glossy wood floor. I thought he had smelled the muffins.
"You could have one, if you like." I offered, "They're fresh." Fenris shook his head, "No, thank you....is Carver here?"
         "Yes, but he is asleep. Trying to wake him up would be like trying to wake up a boulder with a broken dog whistle."
The faintest smile slightly formed onto Fenris' lips, "Good...I needed to speak with you alone, anyways."
   My throat began to tie itself into a paniced knot. "A-about earlier?" The slender, yet masculine elf turned to face me, "I suppose it may be similar..." and he began to slowly swagger towards me.
I found myself backing away, and I started to stammer, "I-I apologize, my friend. It was extremely unkind of me--"
           My back pressed itself to a solid wall, and I was unable to back up anymore as Fenris drew even nearer.
He now was before me, his shadow looming over. I opened my mouth to speak, when Fenris had abruptly pinned my wrists to the wall, and stooped down to kiss my throat. I was paralyzed with surprise and confusion. His lips slid across my skin to the side of my neck, repeatedly pressing his mouth on and teasing the skin with his teeth. I did not have the strength, nor the willpower to even think about pushing him off; instead, my fingers flaccidly twitched as my heart rate increased.
Fenris was done with my neck, and advanced onto my jawline, and then to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe.
 I was able to finally breath, before he had reached my mouth, "W-what are you doing?"  He had paused, his warm breath was raggedly filling my ear, sounding as if he was excited as myself.
  "Serving you..." he whispered, leaning his head back only slightly enough to look me in my eyes, "...being your slave." 
             Before I was able to speak anymore, he had released my wrists to put his hands on my face, and pulled himself to me, roughly pressing his warm mouth onto mine, keeping me pinned to the wall with his body.  I could not tell if this was forgiveness, or something....else. Whatever it was at the moment, I cared not.
  So there I was; moving with Fenris as he was as he had me pushed against the wall, the sound of both our racing heart beats drowning the sound of Carver's clueless snores.

<3<3<3<3<3
Filed.

Modifié par tankgirly, 22 janvier 2011 - 02:24 .

[Tashash]

Fen-smut! Thank you Margaret