Attack of the Fenpaca

nerdpipo:

lol

(via everybodygetsabullet)

moodymarshmallow:

frikadeller:

Cale with half ponytail 8Da

Cale’s hair grows like Ferelden marsh weed. Within weeks of a trim it has gone wild, like his beard after a day or two of inattention, and he takes on the mien of a Chasind, uncivilized and feral. 

Anders sits behind him, untying the leather thong that holds back his mane, combing out the knots with long, delicate fingers while he presses his body a bit too firmly against Cale’s back, kissing his big shoulder, then losing the battle against nuzzling into his warm neck and taking in the scent of him, his hair forgotten. Cale clears his throat, and Anders goes back to combing his wild hair, finding an actual comb for the more troublesome knots, starting carefully at the tips to not pull out too much. Cale could take the pain of yanking out tangles, but Anders won’t bring himself to give it to him.

Cale sits, calm and quiet, his lips stretching into the smallest of smiles when Anders brushes his hair off his shoulder and gives it a good squeeze. He has strong hands for a mage, and Cale leans his head forward as Anders rubs his neck, saying nothing, but sighing lightly in contentment at firm fingers pressing on either side of his spine. 

Anders braids Cale’s hair, combing back thick portions at the temples to keep it out of his eyes while he finds excuses to brush his knuckles along Cale’s jawline, leaning himself over his back and murmuring happily at the prick of stubble on his skin. Then he runs his hands down his thick neck and into his robe, chin on his shoulder as his fingers dance over his collarbone and further, only to curl up and retreat in the same direction they made their advance. 

Finally Cale turns and lowers Anders onto the bed, eyes half lidded, pupils blown. He climbs over him, unties his robe, and Anders shivers in an eager, unrestrained giddiness that he knows he has no right to feel, then shoves his hands into Cale’s wild hair and pulls him down, kissing him until his lips are sore, his breath is lost, and his body writhes in unadulterated joy. 

moodymarshmallow:

frikadeller:

Mallow said something about Fenris getting a belly rub XDa

An Extensive Tutorial in the Art of Petting Elves

Author Unknown

There is one well hidden, nigh unknown truth about all elves, from Dalish, to Alienage dwellers, to brooding, tattooed, Tevinter fugitives—all elves like to be stroked like contented lap cats. If you were ask an elf about this, you would get scoffs and sneers, and most likely accusations of being an idiot shemlen who has no idea what they’re talking about.Therefore it’s best not to ask, especially if you are particularly determined to pet your desired elf. Instead, the author recommends you follow this simple guide:

1. Make your elf comfortable and relaxed. There are many ways to go about this. Some elves prefer a good meal and a glass of wine, while others are partial to long baths and warm fires. If you are attempting to pet an elf, you should be familiar enough with them to know what they enjoy—if not, you’re not ready to pet this particular elf. 

2. Give no indications that you wish to pet your elf. They will be put off by it. 

3. Sit with your elf for a while, doing something relaxing that you both enjoy, be it reading, playing cards, or just telling stories. Some elves are fond of sitting quietly in front of a fire. 

4. Make sure your elf is wearing something loose and comfortable; less clothing is better since you will have access to the sensitive skin on their bellies this way.

5. Carefully start with the ears—they will twitch under your fingertips, and while this is a pleasant sensation for both persons involved, your goal is to run your hands in slow stroking motions from the tip to the base of the ear until your elf is relaxed enough that the twitching stops. 

6. Now you are ready to move on to other parts of your elf’s body. Start slowly, touching cheeks and jawlines before moving on to the neck (be particularly careful with the neck, some elves will find a hand on their neck to be threatening.) 

7. Invite your elf to lie down in your lap; if they are relaxed enough, they will eagerly accept. 

8. You are now ready to attempt the holy grail of elf petting—the belly. Slowly ease off your elf’s clothing so that their belly is exposed, then run your fingers very lightly across their skin. In no time, your elf will be so content that you can rub their belly as much as you like. 

Follow these eight simple steps, and you will be petting your elf in no time. 

~~~

Fenris eyed the book dubiously as he lay in Al’s lap, before chucking it half-heartedly towards the crackling fire. 

“Feh,” he murmured, leaning his head into Al’s touch. “You could have just asked.”

vilfaras:

I can’t!

moodymarshmallow:

hot-elf:

msbarrows:

tanukiham:

tanukiham:

ilikelookingatnakedmen:

I NEED THIS MOD

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I … oh my god. I don’t actually want him to wander around so SCANDALOUSLY, but I do want that body hair when, ahem, warranted >_>

WELL. For reasons, I showed this to the ladies at work and…

And.

The general consensus was, “Fwaaaaugh! I would hit that. No, more of that. MORE. Is this what games are like nowadays?!!! How do I get that????”

Seeing this unexpectedly appear on my dash made me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. Tears from eyes, snorking, short on breath ‘cause too busy laughing, the whole nine yards.

He looks like he should be holding a large ostrich-plume fan and a dish of peeled grapes, standing by someone lounging on a pile of pillows. Tevinter!slave Hawke!

OMG! That mod is… unbelievable.

Oh man, this just just makes me giggle. Love it.