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[brother-sebastian-vael]

SEBANDERS WITH B PLZ?

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[lyrium-burned]

“Hey, can you hear me? You were unconscious down there!”

Green eyes could barely open as the sound reached him. Water poured up and a sickening feeling filled his lungs. He was going to… his head turned to cough and Fenris felt what was left in his body coming out as the sea fell from his lips. The coughing continued until clean, salt filled air, filled him. Breathing was something he seemed to have taken for granted. Slowly he tried to push himself up while wiping a sand covered hand over his lips to wipe the remains away. “What…?”

The world was still coming back to him and Fenris turned to see where the voice came from. A man was there practically naked hovering over him. What happened? He had been on a ship with-

That was when he saw it. Eyes went wide as they landed on the scales and quickly he tried to back peddle. In his weakened state however his elbow failed to lock and dropped him back down onto the sand. What was going on?! This was impossible, wasn’t it? A mermaid… no, man, was in front of him. Such a thing was only legend, wasn’t it?

[itsflake]

Hightown by Night // Anders & Flake

@ser-pounce-a-mage Night Patrol in Hightown. Just like the past two nights. He was almost getting used to working at night and sleeping by day, but as he knew Aveline he would be appointed Day duty the following week to throw him off rhythm again. He didn't think she did it to annoy the guards, that woman just didn't mind not having a fixed rhythm for herself and assumed everyone else wouldn't mind either. He turned a corner, almost bored since nothing would be happening anyway, when he saw it. A dealer with a client. And not just any dealer, but that one guy they had caught three times in the past few months. He tried to approach quietly, but of course - damn his loud armour! - the dealer saw him and dropped everything to make a run for it, leaving the client behind. An omega, by the scent of him. As he approached him though, Flake noticed something to be off. Those herbs... they were not for making drugs as he had assumed, they seemed to be for heat suppressants? And the omega... well, he frankly looked awful, as if he hadn't slept for weeks and spent most of the time either drunk or grieving. Well... he didn't have business making shady deals in the middle of the night anyway. "Good evening" he spoke as he approached the other man. "Do you not think there would be safer sources to acquire your ingredients?"

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@ser-pounce-a-mage:

“Oi! Don’t steal my food, boy, I’ll have your neck!”

                 “Not a boy.”

A huff. They continued eating the morsel, though, not much caring about the threat.

[brother-sebastian-vael]

random shipping-positivity

reappearing tropes between my muse and his shipping-partners that always get me to squeel a little on the inside:

Orsino shows a bit leg and Seb promptly proceeds to walk into random furniture @magicbound

Teagan being so distracted by Seb’s beauty, that he walks into walls @teaganhawkeward

Neil always trying not to look too overeager, when Seb makes a pass on him, but also almost tripping over his feet in how fast he wants to get to the bedroom @hidinginhumor

Fenris and Anders teaming up and showering Seb in chaste, physical affection, thus getting him to melt like butter in the oven within minutes @branded-elf-warrior, @ser-pounce-a-mage

[meiilansnotebook]

Pounce’s kitten

So, @ser-pounce-a-mage showed me a photo of their kitten earlier and because I was kinda demotivated to paint on my actual painting, I decided to do a little break and try to make a wee speedpainting of said kitten. This painting was done entirely with Oilbrush-tools and Smudge-tools. I tried to focus on capturing the floofy-ness of the kitten’s fur, which I think, I did well enough. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[lyrium-burned]

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My Muse has bruises and cuts they wont explain. Send 🎈to get them alone to talk.

Fenris growled as the mage followed him up the steps. It was his attempt to walk out on the group but Anders didn’t seem to understand that. They were in the Hanged Man all playing some foolish game but it changed when Merrill noticed the marks.

“Leave, mage.” He didn’t even look towards the other. It had been a long time since the name for Anders escaped with such malice but he wasn’t in the mood. Walking into one of the side rooms, green eyes narrowed towards the male. “What?”

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@ser-pounce-a-mage started following you

“Can I please just go a day without fainting...?”

The mage groaned, rubbing her palms against her eyes. How many times did that make it that week alone that she had fainted in the middle of the street? And how would Varric or her family react if she told them it happened again? Not very well, she supposed. A small yawn escaped Azazel as she leaned against the wall of the Hanged Man, not quite ready to go inside, but not wanting to linger too far. Electric eyes focused on gloved hands, not taking note of the male that approached.

“This is...beginning to be a problem...”