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@noirearrowshoot replied to your post: Vengeance looks like Justice but with...

So Vengeance is Justice’s kink alter ego is what you’re saying, than….?

this is 100% exactly what I'm saying

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I’ve just spent a fascinating 10 minutes reading up all about A/B/O (alpha/beta/omega trope) genetics and biology, and I have to say it’s entirely the brilliant @noirearrowshoot‘s fault

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@noirearrowshoot replied to your post: Just send me fluffy prompts for single sentence...

Anders seeing his firstborn manifest.

Running his hand lightly over the small bump of Hawke’s stomach as they slept, he felt the same sense of awe/terror/love wash over him and settle in his chest that he felt every time he was reminded of this miracle, this precious sign of something he was finally allowed to have.

I love papa!Anders let them all be papas

[thenugking]

The Doctor Falls replies

sapphicrevan said: oh no……. sapphicrevan said: is it as bad as i think

well after end of time, in which simm!master and the doctor have more homoerotic subtext than ever and the master sacrifices himself to save the doctor, and after Dark Water, in which doctor/master finally drops decades of subtext and becomes explicitly romantic now that the master’s a woman, the doctor falls gives us a simm!master who apparently doesn’t give a fuck about the doctor and makes a load of gross misogynistic comments as if to emphasize that he is a Straight Man. while flirting with his female self.

noirearrowshoot said: People have been shipping Doctor/Master since the classic era, but flirting only comes in when the Master’s femme? I see you Moffat. I still want to see femme 13 and the master though.

I was so excited when we found out John Simm was coming back because I thought that after the more “acceptable” heterosexual-appearing doctor/master stuff, they’d take the step of letting the men explicitly flirt too. But nope apparently not. I really hope we get a female 13, and also that she gets to flirt with gomez!master, but it still feels a letdown because f/f and m/m relationships are viewed differently by society and. doctor who has made it clear it’s more okay with girls kissing than men flirting. like it kind of spoiled my enjoyment of bill getting to kiss a girl, when this is being written by a straight man who refuses to write simm!master hitting on the doctor, after the way rtd wrote him.

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noirearrowshoot replied to your photo: “Legacy mood: HUG ANDERS. HUG HIM HARD.”:

Hug Anders so hard that Justice feels it

YES!

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Send Me Prompts!

@noirearrowshoot prompted: “Take your medicine.” Fenders, Fenris taking care of a stubborn Anders?

Verse: Modern-AU with Magic!

Random Notes: some nsfw text/implications. So rated PG? XD

Link to Ao3 chapter: here.

I hope this is to your liking! You know I think I’m missing the point of dabbles, b/c I keep making these longer than intended…

When Fenris found himself in a more romantic relationship with the mage, well, it was something he could admit as one of the best choices he’s ever made. Given, he’s only had a few years of making his own choices but of all things to fuck up on, it surprisingly wasn’t his love life. Maker, those movies made it look like it would be harder than it would be to accomplish! Okay to be fair, Fenris didn’t know if half of the couples he watched in movies even lasted more than a month after the movie ended. At least he and Anders passed that. It was a few months, half a year, then a full year. By a year and a half, they finally got around to moving in together. That year and a half was apparently ignorant bliss. Dating someone was one thing, but living with them was a completely different story. 

Anders worked. A lot. It was easy to text and call each other around (or during) work hours, say something nice, and carry on your day. Sure they’ve spent the night at each other’s often, but it was still not the same as…living together. 

Now there are fights over who gets access to the bathroom first, who was supposed to do dishes, who cleans what around the place, ‘that is mine’ that never even gets resolved half the time, who’s turn is it to do the dishes, who makes dinner today, and who was doing the dishes! Make up sex improved at least. 

After their lease ended they found another place that had two bathrooms. The pair vouched their relationship improved. Less make-up sex and more sex. Neither still liked doing the dishes though. Otherwise, Fenris noted it’s been three years and they’re still going strong. Fenris has heard far too many statements on when relationships start changing around when, one of the being the three year mark. But with a lack of experience…well, he found he could ride through it and see what happens. Sure life got a bit routinely but it wasn’t so bad. In fact, it came with perks! 

For one, living with Anders meant he got to make sure Anders slept. Or at least…more sleep than the mage used to. Fenris also got into the habit of laying out Anders’s medication for him every day on the kitchen counter. Anders used to miss them a lot as he often dashed out the door in a hurry. But upon being made aware of them, he rarely missed taking his pills. Fenris also found himself making sure Anders ate. The medication started being placed next to a sandwich or bagel.

In a strange twist, Fenris found he didn’t mind taking care of the mage. Someone had to. Maker knows Anders doesn’t. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. He waited for the first person to even attempt to tease him over it as it wasn’t a teasing matter: the choice to care for your loved one. If Fenris could find anything to pride himself in, it was that. Anders overall seemed to be improving in his health. He’d like to think that the comments and questions from their friends regarding the mage was a good sign. “He looks like he’s filled out his clothes!” “ Maker the bags under his eyes look a shade lighter.”

Anders’s health became a favorite thing to subtly gloat about at times. Then Anders sneezed. And coughed. Lots of coughing actually. Oh Maker…

Fenris didn’t hesitate to pull out medicine from their cabinet but Anders just waved it off. “I’m not getting sick, it’s just allergies! It’s spring!” 

Fenris didn’t wish to doubt him. After all, Anders rarely gets sick (being a spirit mage helped in that area) and no one would know their own body as well as the individual that owns it, right? Fenris himself rarely got sick as well (dating a spirit mage helped in this area), but he knew he’s become bedridden a couple of times in the past. Anders somehow always dodged the bedridden part when he got sick. A passing cold, nothing a couple of days of soup couldn’t fix, and the man just never stopped moving. 

Except Anders kept sneezing and coughing this time and it’s been three days now. He looked worn and acted as if he was tipsy with the way he tried to put his hand on the counter only to miss somehow. He used it to lean on while Fenris pressed his hand to his lover’s forehead. 

“…You have a fever,” Fenris stated dryly. 

“What, I do not,” Anders waved off but Fenris was already going to medicine cabinet. “Love, I’m not-ACHOO! Ugh…I’m not…I meant to say that you can’t tell with just the hand…!” Anders felt his throat. He put his hand down when Fenris returned with a small box in his hand. The elf reached up to feel Anders’s neck and pulled him down to touch his own forehead against the other’s. He released him before putting the container on the counter. “You’re not going to work today.” 

“Love, I was called in,” Anders ignored the the obvious medicine on the kitchen counter and reached for the nearby tissue box instead to wipe his nose. 

“Well call them back!” 

“I ca-ACHOO! Ack…can’t…” 

“Fine, then I shall call.” Fenris didn’t wait for a response or even tried to argue against the stubborn mage. 

Anders barley registered what was said before he realized Fenris was on the phone. Fenris kept knocking his lover’s hands away as he spoke. He further noticed Anders moving sluggishly with the way he barely kept up with Fenris’s swift turns around just the kitchen area. With a click on his phone, Fenris turned to Anders coughing into his arm again. “It is done. Now bed.” Fenris commanded. 

“Wh-ACHOO! What…about you? Don’t you have work?” Anders started into another string of coughs. Fenris folded his arms, waiting for Anders to just concede already. 

“You forget, Mage: Working from home means I have my own schedule. And I’m officially off as of this moment. Now bed.” 

Anders pouted as his arms dropped to his side. “Normally I like it when you command me to bed…” 

Fenris didn’t look amused and just pointed down their narrow hallway. Anders groaned before finally giving up and doing what he was told. 

“I don’t have an appetite…” Anders announced from the bed, though his back faced the entrance of their bedroom. Fenris only shook his head as he approached and put down a tray on the nearby desk. 

“That is fine. I brought tea. And some medicine. I will also restock the minifridge in here with some water so you will have better access to them.” 

Anders rolled over only to glare at the medicine box. “If I’m sick, I want to just heal naturally.”

Fenris rolled his eyes. “Not if you are sick, you are sick. And unfortunately for you, I do not wish to take that chance. So you will take it.”

“I hate the taste.”

“As we all. You’ll live.” 

Anders pouted again and rolled away. He pulled the blankets around himself and up close to his face. “You can’t make me.”

“Mage…” Fenris rubbed his temple, “Just take the medicine.”

“No.”

“Take your medicine.”

“We can do this all day you know.”

“I am aware. And if our bed activities says anything, I think we both know which of us has more willpower.” 

“What?!” Anders exclaimed and flung the blanket around just to roll back around. “That does no-ACHOO!” Anders sniffed only to immediately go into a short series of coughs again.  

“That’s your body telling you to stop arguing with me.” 

“Stupid body…it likes you too much,” Anders grumbled and his body fell limp. He groaned in pain as he laid unmoving. 

“Just your body?” Fenris questioned as he fixed the covers and laid it over Anders again. 

“Mmm…the rest of me does too. My head. My heart.” Anders smiled, slowly closing his eyes. 

“As does mine for you.” Fenris sat at the edge, just within arms reach of the desk. “Now be brave for me and drink the medicine. Just chug this water bottle right after.”

Anders groaned but remained unmoving until he had to. “Fine, I’ll take the stupid medicine. But if I’m sick, that means you’re doing the dishes this week.” 

It was Fenris’s turn to groan. 

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@noirearrowshoot replied to your post: FE Echoes spoilers under cut (re: lgb...

Is the marriage system back in Echoes or is it closer to the original pre-Awakening style supports?

it’s pre-Awakening style, there is no marriage system (thank god!!). the supports are shorter and fewer than usual, though!

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Fic title meme: Boom! Goes The Cannonball

This would have to be a story focusing on Fiona and the rebel mages at Andorhal -- where they went after fleeing the White Spire after the uprising that took place there in Asunder. I’ve basically decided that Fiona = George Washington due to some of the parallels in their situation -- leading an army of undersupplied, underequipped, undertrained misfits through hunger and winter while exerting huge efforts to keep them together and keep morale up high enough that they don’t just quit and run off into the wilderness. So that would be the natural association. :)

We never really have it clearly explained how Fiona and the rebel mages got from Andorhal to the Hinterlands; the last we heard was them bunkering down at Andorhal while Templar forces advance on the position. There must have been some hard fighting, and an even harder cross-country trek (since again, they had no supplies  beyond what they could have carried on their backs out of the Tower, and most of her forces hadn’t been outside of the Tower in their lives.) Even if Andorhal was overrun and they were forced to retreat again, that makes the fact that they survived to get to Redcliffe at all no less impressive. Leading a successful retreat is not for pussies.

What I’m saying here is that Fiona is incredible and DAI’s treatment of her was bullshit.