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Couple's Commission featuring Zevran and HoF!!

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These two spent 50 hours worth of a game doing nothing but fighting each other and being gay

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I didn't know what to draw at work so have a random Daniel doodle.

If anyone wants a commission like this I'm thinking like uhhhhhhh $15?

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If I can get $5 on Kofi, I will draw MTF Anders in this. $10 and I'll color it

Shalom Harlow in Christian Dior Fall/Winter 1997 Haute Couture by John Galliano

this look made me believe in fairies when i was a child

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This is a sticker sheet that I'm working on based on my Dark Urge, Asboleth! I'm planning on opening up preorders at the end of the month! I'm also considering commissions in this style, maybe $25 pet panel, $50 for them colored?

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A super cute request from a patron with Fenris and Anders. Always a pleasure to revisit this pairing!

All the DA2 feels come back with a vengeance!

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Just thinking about how tall Anders is

His little cot in The Clinic too short for him so he often sleeps on the floor

He can't make himself small in a crowd, can't blend in

His hand is in the wrong place to be comfortably held while walking

Even when he's not focusing, his strides are too long and he leaves people behind

He has constant bruises from hitting shelves with his shoulders or head

One of the reasons he only has one outfit is because it's hard to find clothes for his proportions

He has a hard time hiding because there aren't a lot of places for him

He wants to be little spoon so so badly

Just. Just the size of a kitten in his long hands

He used to feel like he was being very rude talking to dwarves because he was talking down to them

Partners being discouraged or fetishizing him because his cock is so long

He has a list of nicknames he was called in The Circle because he was big then too. Most of them aren't nice

How difficult it is to carry him when he's too tired or injured to walk

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its fenris hours

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Time for art, I guess! This is an OC I never developed, some sort of shapeshifter I was doing Mike Mignola studies

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By the gods, why are trans people so fucking hot? Like, wow? What the hell? How do I get that?

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Touch Starvation (part 2)

Part 1

It took a good two weeks for Fenris to see what Hawke was talking about for himself. He went to The Clinic and he watched how Anders worked. He had long stopped worrying about the man doing blood magic or other evil occult nonsense but sneaking in and watching him felt simple, easy. He watched how Anders healed, mostly hands on, very rarely with magic, and while he was able to touch his patients, they all pulled away from him like he carried some infectious disease. Anders didn't even react to it. It was normal for him.

He took a seat and waited for the patients to clear out, second guessing himself with every other breath. They were not friends. They did not like each other. Fenris was not lonely. Anders did not want his presence. And then, suddenly, the last of the patients were gone, a few volunteers were cleaning up, and Lirene was eyeing him from where she was talking to Anders, the mage bent and holding himself up on a table, exhaustion clear in his features. He was spotted, there was no turning back.

Still, he waited until the volunteers were gone too, before he stood and made his way to Anders.

"Mage."

"Huwha?" Anders panicked, turning, hands full of bright blue, cracks forming. But only for a moment. Then he saw it was Fenris and he paled, the magic fading. He didn't seem any more relaxed though. "Fenris. Are you injured?"

Right. Because Fenris would have no other reason to see Anders. "I. Hawke and I had a conversation about something and it. Hmph."

Anders cocked his head. His eyes were so dark, like he was healing two black eyes, from how tired he was. "You and Hawke talked? That's not a surprise. They seem to be the only one you will talk to. Not sure what that has to do with me."

Fenris breathed, trying to calm himself down and use the right words. Talking was always so difficult.

"They pointed something out to me that made me realize we had a peculiarity in common and it was something that I have seen Hawke deal with for you. I thought, perhaps, I might try my hand at it."

"At what, exactly?"

Fenris raised a hand, stepping closer to Anders. He thought he was moving slowly, that this might be appreciated, but Anders yelped and wrenched himself away, shoulders up. He was afraid, cowering. Because he was Fenris, not Hawke, and he wasn't a good man, not to Anders.

"Apologies," Fenris whispered, pulling away.

"It's alright. You can hit me if you want to," Anders whimpered and. No. No. That was wrong. This wasn't what Fenris was trying to do. He didn't want to scare Anders. He didn't want this to make things worse between them.

"I have no intention to enact violence on you, of any kind," Fenris said, definitive. This was a problem because they didn't like each other but he was trying to fix that, for some reason, because Anders had been growing more distant, had been so quiet and sad and angry, so defeated, and there was something about how Hawke got to touch Anders and he didn't understand why that made him irrationally angry. "May I try again?"

"What are you trying to do?" Anders asked, the fear still clear in his voice.

Gauntlets. Hawke took off their gauntlets when they touched Anders. They took off their gauntlets to touch him. Wordlessly, Fenris took off his gauntlets and put them on a nearby cot.

Anders still looked frightened. He had every right to be. "What are you doing?"

"Do you trust me?" Fenris asked. It was a stupid question but there was something that Fenris had never done to Anders. He has never lied.

"Mmhmm."

That was a surprise. It was a surprise that Anders trusted him. That he closed his eyes. He went still. Fenris was, when he could, a man of honor. Anders knew he wasn't going to rip out his heart without him knowing exactly why.

Fenris reached out.

Anders was hardly breathing.

A line of Lyrium touched the bristle of stubble.

Anders flinched.

Fenris held his breath.

"Ah!" A small sound, unbidden, when there was connection, and then, there it was, the shaking. Anders pressed into his hand, lip wobbling, and the shaking was everywhere. It was in his breathing, in his feathers, and, most breath taking of all, in his eyelashes.

"Mage," Fenris sighed, none of the usual vitriol in the word.

"Anders," Anders corrected, pushing his face into Fenris' touch.

"Anders," Fenris echoed, bracketing Anders' face, a hand on either side of his chin. "Anders. I have you."

"Uhuh," Anders agreed, quaking hands coming up. He didn't touch Fenris. He grabbed onto his belt and his breast plate. "You have me. You do."

"Is this alright?" Fenris asked.

"Will you stop if I say no?"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Anders shook his head, almost hard enough to dislodge him. The stubble pricked at the brands, agitated them, but the feeling of Anders past them, that was good. He was in control.

"I will not stop unless you tell me to then," Fenris promised. "Is this alright?"

Anders squeezed his grip. Fenris could tell it would hurt from how tightly he was squeezing, but he wasn't touching Fenris, so it was fine. "No. No it's not alright. Please."

He should have pulled away. He should have asked. Instead he pushed one of his hands deeper, into Anders' hair, and dislodged Anders' hair tie. Anders whimpered and shook all the harder when Fenris ran his fingers through it, cradling Anders' skull.

"I know. Hawke told me."

So Anders broke. He was quiet with it, sobbing without a voice, but the tears were thick and plentiful and there was snot running from his nose and his teeth were grit, exposed. His knuckles were white. Fenris pulled him closer.

Anders was a mess. He was such a lonely man and Fenris has never done this. He didn't know how to console someone. But he didn't have to, he just had to be here and let Anders cry.

"I am here," Fenris whispered, finally pulling away from Anders' jaw to pry a hand from his breastplate. He wrapped Anders' arm around himself, set his bent fingers into the back of his gambeson. Anders got the hint and did the same with his other hand, embracing Fenris. "I will not stop unless you tell me to," he continued, putting his free hand in Anders' hair to join the first, using his touch to guide Anders' face closer to his own. "You are not alone."

Fenris got on his tip toes and pressed their lips together, tasting salt and mucous and elfroot. Anders moaned, like a broken, beaten whore, and plunged his tongue into Fenris' mouth, starved for touch, starved for affection.

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I've only had Yunis for two weeks and he would love to have a retail job so much. Put that man in the fitting room of a Macy's. He doesn't know how to say no and he's so pathetic, middle aged white women would love to yell at him. He would be miserable! Perfect!

the OC of the person reading this

this is a very fun idea actually! I encourage people to reblog with an explanation as to why/why not

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Touch Starvation (part 1)

Part 2

"Hawke," Fenris said, not slowing his slightly off pace through The Wounded Coast.

Hawke kept their eyes on the odd little almost island as they moved, looking for the last Tal Vashoth party they were meant to wipe out. "Hmm?"

"I have a question, about your pet abomination."

That got Hawke's attention, with one eyebrow raised. "1) he's got a name. 2) the closest thing I've got to a pet is Hawke Jr, isn't that right, girl?"

The mabari at their side barked, happily.

"And 3) Anders isn't my anything."

"Much to his disappointment," Isabela added.

"Fine, then. I have a question about Anders."

Both of them looked at him, waiting. Merrill was less nonchalant but, blessedly, quiet.

"You put your hands on him at times, though his obvious desires are unreciprocated. What are you doing to him?" Fenris asked, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"What, when I touch him? Why. Are you jealous?" Hawke's eyebrow continued to inch upward.

"If you want someone to touch you, you only need to ask, sweetheart!" Isabela teased, pressing, unwelcome, to Fenris' side.

"I thought you were just friends. Are you fighting?" Merrill interjected.

"I am not jealous. I can think of little less I would want than one of your filthy hands on my face," Fenris growled, pulling away from Isabela and making her stumble. "When you touch the mage, it is often that he shakes. I have seen it, like the demon in him is about to take over and twist his flesh. What are you doing to him?"

Hawke turned, walking in front of Fenris, and took off one gauntlet. Slowly, they put their hand out. Fenris flinched back, as if Hawke would strike him.

"I'm doing this," Hawke said, carefully, like Fenris was akin to some frightened horse. He was, in a way. He didn't want to let Hawke touch him. He was afraid of what Hawke might do. But he trusted Hawke.

He closed his eyes and leaned into Hawke's hand.

They just stood there, skin on skin, on a part of Fenris that didn't hurt, Hawke's thumb gently petting Fenris' cheek. He didn't shake but he pushed, against his will, as if trying to absorb Hawke's hand into his skin. It tingled. It burned. It almost hurt, like putting your frozen feet in hot water. Fenris fought back a moan.

"Anders spent most of his life with touch being violent, with it hurting," Hawke explained.

"He used to flinch too," Fenris stated.

"Yeah, yeah, he still does, sometimes. Unlike you, he likes being touched. He craves it. But no one touches him. I think he replaced contact with sex, when he was with the Wardens, he doesn't tell me much. But this. He's shaking because he feels so much, because he's so unused to sensation. I'm not doing anything but this."

It was no wonder that Anders was so terribly in love with Hawke, if Hawke gave him this without asking for anything in return. It was such a simple thing but none of their other friends did it. Fenris allowed himself another moment of contact before he pulled away. He could feel the echo of Hawke's hand on his skin.

"It is overstimulating," Fenris decided.

"You think that's bad, you should have been there when Hawke touched Anders' hair," Isabela giggled. "Poor sod started sobbing on the spot."

Fenris thought about it as they continued moving, how someone could want to be touched so badly that their body reacted like it was an assault, how someone could starve for connection so badly they allow themself possessed, how Anders might react if it were he who did the touching instead of Hawke.

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Now I've got whump ideas out for whumpees and whumpers... Should I do another installment tomorrow for cannibalistic caretakers?

tomorrow... cannibalism whump ideas