Oops just added to it.
Take photoshop away from me.
his face is tough as leather most of the time, brow knit like merrill’s finally using that ball of twine for its intended purpose—instead of the make-do they all go in for sooner or later, especially in the city of chains. he wears more than just the obvious scars on his face, something dark instead of something bright. but there are moments, a few here and there, scattered like sand and sawdust, usually not something varric’s privy to on purpose, when he glances sidelong over a hand of cards and catches fenris in the kindest glow of hearth-light. it’d be cruel to say he’s that vulnerable always, the sort of storyteller varric isn’t. so he shuffles his deck and keeps that card up his sleeve, how young fenris is kept safe by all the ways he isn’t.
of all the lies they ever told—anders and that potion, merrill and that mirror, isabela and that relic, hawke saying ‘i can handle this’ when it came to the arishok and pretty much everything that ever came out of varric’s mouth, living fiction the way he did in order to shed some light on the truth—the biggest one was fenris, with barely any fanfare. no explosions, no demons, no city of chains burning to the ground. just a broody elf saying there are no puppy eyes when anyone could see for themselves that was the tallest tale of them all.
The real reason Fenris can’t stand the Alienage. c: For Autumnyte, who never fails to make everyone around her smile. <3
Is that why Fenris keeps slouching.
Because annoying children keep poking him for his secrets to being tall. jk.
iamingrid suggested Saemus and Ashaad (kissing obviously!!)
i love how unafraid saemus is—how he knows the difference between being stained or tainted by something and being colored, changed by it. that vulnerability itself is strength. that he has to surrender in order to understand, to trust in order to be trusted. you can practically see him there in the sand, removing the vestments of his proper place fold by fold, layer by layer, until he stands naked before love. his chin tilted back, dwarfed not by the shadow of a stranger but the size of true affection. and instead of weighing him down, he’s turned upward toward it, baring his throat and living the kiss.
Did I mention that I found Anders walking around St. Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican last week? The photos are kind or blurry/far because I was using my zoom lens and trying my hardest to go on rogue mode whilst freaking out.
I’m just saying. Anders in St. Peter’s Basilica. Scoping out the place, probably.
a-sketch-a-day, 20120525 and some — Things I really should be working on not procrastinating like heck. Mechanical pencil.
Look! it’s the return of emo-tastic “Calling” images (I can’t for the life of me understand why I always end up drawing Zevran not showing his lovely tattoos. It’s not intentional I swear ;;/).
It’s like a rule of Tumblr for me - I must always reblog this fanart of Zev when I see it. <3 <3
Always reblog Zevran, especially when he’s in such FABulous art!
cypheroftyr suggested Fenris in Grey Warden armor and I was gonna do something cute/funny but then I uh strayed kinda far away from that original idea.
varric, as a master of remixes and alternate timelines, definitely revisits the old tale of the champion and tries his own twist on the classic hero of ferelden with an antivan crow winding up in kirkwall to assassinate a troublesome refugee and social climber, while a newly-joined grey warden stumbles across an escaped slave in need on the muddy fereldan countryside… but even in that heavy armor, blues and silvers suiting him just fine, fenris is always going to carry the weight of history on his shoulders, invisible next to the giant sword but ten times as heavy, isn’t he?
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REBLOGGING AGAIN FOR THE BEATLES RIGHT AT THE END OH GOD
EVERY FUCKING CLASSIC ROCK FANDOM NEEDS TO LISTEN TO THIS
BEST EVER OMG
This is lovely.
THIS IS THE MOST FANTASMICAL THING TO EVER GRACE MY EARHOLES.
OH. MY. GOD.
REBLOGGING AGAIN BECAUSE THIS IS REALLY COOL
