command me to be well

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[thereluctantinquisitor]

Varric: So, elf. How’s the cold treating you?

Fenris: Better than expected, but I doubt I will miss it.

Varric: Right. Now, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I heard someone went through a lot of firewood last night. That wasn’t you, was it?

Fenris: … 

Fenris: You hear a great deal, dwarf.

Varric: (Chuckles) I’ll take that as a yes.

[messirfairywolf]

Dragon Age. Bait and switch. Me as broody elf Veela as Hawke Kira as AWESOME photograpfer

[yoookissomuruschag]

wow

[lyriumdominus-blog]

Its just so beautiful…

[and-watch-me-wander]

After all the stuff that has happened to him, Fenris needs to be surrounded by cute doggos, flowers, tea, books, big swords and of course, Hawke’s bear hugs. Don’t tell me otherwise. 

[scatteringmyashes]

Anyways Fenris is an abuse survivor who learns how to open up and have friends and love and if that doesn’t make you feel something then you can leave 

[garama]

Fenris the free elf.

Sketch can be found from here.

[meyong]

[diablosita-blog]

Armor Gloves Gauntlets » Fangophilia

[apostatehobolife]

… much better.

My presence was barely noticed in the room at all.  

[major-ocelot-archive-deactivate]

I took these screenshots within like 25 seconds of each other I swear to god this man’s face is unreal

[protect-him]

I was thinking about the kinds of novels Tevinter would produce. I’m thinking they would be technically brilliant, fast paced or intricate plots, political intrigue and fantastic magic, with the downside of the very blatant slavery. Slaves are looked down on, poorly stereotyped, and are highly prevalent. Fenris doesn’t really mind the novels because he likes the writing style and the familiarity of the setting. He hates the slavery but that’s just the way things are there. Anders/Justice helps him see just how wrong it is, even in fiction, to treat it so trivially. Maybe Fenris has flashbacks when reading something especially demeaning and it starts to hit home. He still isn’t that impressed with the writing in other novels compared to the flourish of Tevinter novels, but he finds himself really interested in stories from other perspectives. He wants to write his own story someday, in the Tevinter style, but from the perspective of a slave. From his own perspective, looking retrospectively at the corruption now so clearly evident. It’s a difficult task, but he succeeds with the help of Varric and Anders/Hawke. The book then takes off, thanks to Varric for getting it exposure. His greatest success is the book making its way back to Tevinter, being read and orally recited by both literate and illiterate slaves. It makes the slaves restless and unruly, ripe for revolution.

[hallaloved-blog]

Teach me | {closed}

[remainatyourside]

hallaloved:

@remainatyourside

Ishall was exhausted, but he knew that the small hours of the morning and night were the only times he’d be able to get any time to himself, to be allowed any kind of privacy; even shut away in his rooms, he was still interrupted. 

Sitting in the main hall, with only the light of a few flickering candles to help him, Ishall became more and more frustrated as he struggled to read the missive in front of him. Cullen had given it him days ago, saying something about the plans for their forces at Adamant, but Ishall hadn’t even managed to read half of the first page. The siege on Adamant was fast approaching, but Ishall had no idea what their soldiers were doing once they got there.

Trying to keep his tears to a minimum, so he didn’t smudge the ink on the parchment, Ishall forced himself to keep reading, quietly sounding out the words he was struggling with. “Tre–trebu–trebee–”.

He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching him along the stone floor.

“Trebuchet,” a low voice speaks from over his shoulder, startling the poor elf terribly. When he looks up, he sees the face of his oftentimes late-night companion, who will find him all over the castle at wee hours of the morning, when insomnia has gripped them both.

Fenris gives the exhausted Inquisitor a very small smile as he swings his leg over the bench to straddle it sideways like a horse, facing the other man. “It’s Orlesian,” he says. “They always feel the need to add extra or silent letters. Pretentious, the lot of them.”

[themagisterlegacies-archived]

Matched Set (Closed)

[remainatyourside]

themagisterlegacies:

He wasn’t sure if the laugh was at his expense or not, so he just wore a polite, nervous smile in response. “Such slaves exist as well, trained to fight or guard. Easier than paying professionals to do it.” Slaves such as his own sister but he held his tongue over that. She was different. “It was his right.”

Instinct lead him to bow his head in a submissive manner, as if he were being reprimanded by someone superior but the only one putting him a peg down was himself. “I insulted him in his home. It is I who owes the both of you, if there are debts being counted.” For feeding him, treating him with simple kindnesses he had beem taught to never expect. Even now he was stunned at the offer but he hoped beyond hope that something could come of it.

“No debts,” Hawke says quickly, waving her hands in the air. “Please, I don’t like people owing me. Makes me itchy. You get some more rest, I’ll make sure to drag Fenris’ ass here tomorrow. I’ll make him apologize for shouting at you even if I have to twist his ear.”

She leaves him then, alone with his thoughts. She leaves him alone all night to rest and recuperate and stew in his thoughts, and appears the next morning to offer him a mild breakfast of sweet rice and stewed peaches, unsure of how hearty a meal the elf could stomach. She promised a swift return, and left him again.

It’s not for another couple hours that she finally returns, and when she does, she looks exhausted but triumphant. Fenris is on her heels, looking murderous, but he follows her into the room. Hawke takes a seat on a squat barrel and offers Fenris a seat as well, but he stands in place with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You have five minutes.”

[amageslegacy-deactivated2018062]

❛ I don’t need nice. I don’t need myself to be it, and I don’t need anybody else to be it at me. ❜ (remainatyourside)

“ Yes because being pissy has gotten us a lot of information out of the orlesians. ” hawke sighed “ look just….hang on until this we get the information we need. Besides….you look good in formal attire”

@remainatyourside

[remainatyourside]

Fenris tugs at the itchy, tight collar wrapped around his throat and shifts his weight from foot to foot, resisting the urge to stick a finger up his butt to dislodge the mile-deep wedgie of these damn tights trying to climb inside him.

“Don’t you dare try to compliment me right now, I look like a fruitstorm.”

[oddmints-deactivated20181018]

for tonight’s prompt

[razildor]

“A last toast, then: To the fallen”

[augmented-mind]

Fenris.

[morings]

You know what’s great? People acknowledging Fenris’ incredible intelligence instead of dismissing it because he’s illiterate.

People acknowledging Fenris as a polyglot (tevene, common, qunlot, definitely many more such as nevaran, anders, orlesian etc.)

Fenris as incredibly well spoken (in a second language no less)

Fenris as incredibly well versed in cultural and legal matters

Fenris as well versed in poetry, history, religion, philosophy, etc. do to being surrounded by them for years

Fenris as extremely resourceful and skilled in matters beyond being a warrior (you can bet your ass staying free for years took more than just strength)

Fenris as someone who has many creative and diverse skills

You can bet your ass that this man is absolutely a sponge for knowledge and revels in learning new things, both by necessity of having to be aware to survive, and because he enjoys it/is proud of it.

[nothingiswrite]

❝ Why are you scared to come home? ❞

❝ I used to have this really weird recurring dream. ❞

❝ I had what’s called an acute stress reaction. ❞

❝ I committed myself voluntarily. ❞

❝ You’re such a dork. ❞

❝ Every time you smile, you’re, like, showing off your skeleton. ❞

❝ Some love really is conditional. ❞

❝ I killed him. ❞

❝ You’re looking in the right direction, but you’re making the wrong connection. ❞

❝ You know, sometimes we think we have to do something, but we really don’t. ❞

❝ I think if you could go back and go down a different path, you would. ❞

❝ You were gonna hurt [them]. ❞

❝ I barely recognize myself. ❞

❝ Do you still think about what a different version of your life would look like, if things had happened another way? ❞

❝ When you think about this, it’ll just seem like some nightmare you had. ❞

❝ Thanks for inviting me into my own house. ❞

❝ Once or twice in a lifetime, if you’re lucky, there are moments.❞ 

❝ Someone slices the world open right down the middle and you can see the sky behind it. The true world. ❞

❝ Nothing’s sadder than a life without purpose. ❞

❝ I was just a void, wasting life, and space, and air. ❞

❝ I found myself in the presence of something greater. ❞

❝ I fed [them] to a fire so it could burn even brighter. ❞

❝ You want to see something cool? ❞

❝ You grabbed on to some kind of darkness inside you. ❞

❝ I may need you to do something for me later on today. Now, you’re gonna hate that I’m asking this, but park it in the back of your head, and if I ask you, then do it out of love. ❞

❝ I know that somebody’s talking in your ear right now. I know that, and I know that they’re telling you what to do, but right now, I need you to listen to me. ❞

❝ I’m gonna protect you. That’s my job, and I’m gonna protect you. ❞

❝ I know that normally you are asking me for something, but this time, it’s me, and I’m asking you. ❞

❝ I know that you think I’m delusional, but I’m not delusional. ❞

❝ In the world you created, the cards fall your way. ❞

❝ What will you do out there in a world you don’t know anymore? ❞

❝ You look like a person with a conscience and a moral center. ❞

❝ I can only imagine what’s actually hunched in that head of yours Some withered, chicken-hearted thing, starving for purpose. ❞

❝ I’m as sharp as a razor blade. ❞

❝ You can do good in the world. ❞

❝ I’ll stay. But so will you. ❞