Attack of the Fenpaca

kayadoodlesthings:

_{“Still not too old for this, huh?”}

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAKI!!!!

SCREECH AH MAH GHERD

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SINGLE MAJESTIC TEAR EVERYWHERE OMG THANK YOU KAYA

*TWIRLSPARKLES TO THE SHOWER AND FOR THE REST OF THE DAY*

moodymarshmallow:

frikadeller:

Silly plant babbus ;w;<3

“Did you know that the leaves on your face make a perfect heart?” Eukali asked. “Well, maybe not perfect; the bottom is all blunt and it’s kind of squiggly at the top, but it’s a heart just the same.” 

As first impressions go, it was a strange one. The smile on Eukali’s face was matched perfectly by the look of utter bewilderment on Edi’s.

Edi lived in his head—a dusk bloom, taciturn and pondering, his golden eyes cast down to keep himself from meeting those of others. In a race of inquisitive, eagerly socializing learners, Edi was an aberration.

In the short time since the Sylvari had begun to bloom, there were truths that all scholars would claim about the race. They were perpetually childish, springing from their pods as fully formed adults, yet having no experience or prior knowledge other than what their Dream showed them. Because of this, they were endlessly curious, likely to follow someone around and ask them questions until said curiosity was sated, not that it often was. They were known to walk up to Charr and ask to pet them, or pick up Asura without thinking twice of the sort of mechanical wrath that might befall them. There was, as far as the scholars understood, no such thing as a shy, or withdrawn Sylvari. 

The glow filling in that perfect heart was bright, pulsing, and lavender. Edi cast his eyes away from Eukali, proving the scholars wrong once again. 

“On each cheek too, right where these leaves meet,” Eukali said, lifting a finger to point at his own smooth cheek as he approached Edi, taking him in, all purple and white birch, pale skinned with deep set eyes, and perfect pulsing hearts on either cheek. Eukali’s face was dusky violet shadow, and upon those sly lips was a promise, easily read as black ink on vellum. 

Eukali reached slowly, like one would with a wild animal, and his fingertip traced the curve of leaf on Edi’s cheek. 

“It’s very cute,” Eukali said, and the bio luminescent glow-flush flared so bright that  Eukali had to squint shut his small eyes. When all Edi did was shuffle his feet and drop his gaze to his hands, Eukali admitted silent defeat and turned to leave. 

He stopped when he felt his jacket catch. One pale, trembling hand was holding to his hem, and in that small motion, that acquiescence, a wide smile spread over Eukali’s mobile, seductive mouth. 

“Why don’t you tell me your name?” he asked, standing shoulder to shoulder with Edi, just slightly shorter than the other Sylvari. “And we can go from there.”

A whisper, a smile, and a butterfly-quick meeting of the eyes, and Edi was at Eukali’s side, following him, watching him pet Charr and lift Asura, listening as he questioned people until they tired of him. The only thing he didn’t have to learn was the important one—lacing fingers and opening his arms all came naturally. 

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. 

choowy:

old hawkes for shimmy uvu

bonus: hawke is still bad at naming pets anything

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brushfiredoodles:

just drawing again… Don’t mind me……

CUTEST CHARACTER <3 for FrikaBB

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