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A blog about things I like! This will be a lot of Dragon Age and Mass Effect, Guild Wars2, The Sims 3, some sw:tor, Diablo. And Kitten :D
I also love a lot of tv shows: fringe, Criminal Minds, Game of Thrones, Supernatural, Numb3rs,
I write, try to draw sometimes and love to read and watch talented people :)

If I make mistakes with my english feel free to correct me - I'm no native speaker or better writer in this case.
reality ?
What does Aljena love most about Fenris, and vice versa?
kisssanitygoodbye

First and most of all, on both ends of the relationships it’s trust. From the very beginning they interacted with honesty.

Also from the very beginning, Aljena had not to be strong in his presence. She needn’t be the leader or very witty. She could just be herself. She even needn’t talk. They can have perfect conversations without talking.

Aljena faced Fenris always with respect and never hid anything. not that she was with mages, came from a magical family, nor her own resentments against mages. He loves her ability to make him smile, even laugh. She told him of her own accord about anders and justice, so he would not have to learn it the hard way. She has courage, yet she did not condemn him for his own fears.

He loves that she gave him something to hope for and a glimpse of a future. 

Uhm ya.. basically what came to my mind. I just realize I haven’t thought about them in some time… 

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Commission: Fabian Hawke  for kisssanitygoodbye

kisssanitygoodbye replied to your post: I think I’m going to bed. I’m so cold and tired…

Awwww I hope you’ll feel better soon, bb! *hug*

Thank you, hon. Right now it just feels like it getting worse. But I just have to work tomorrow and then I have a free weekend. full of glorious sleeping ;)

Lust and Greed :)
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Lust: Hands! I love hands, thes can be so perfect and do so wonderful things, like holding mine! I love interesting eyecolors. Especially all that have something green in them, a big thing. And smiles. A free and relaxed smile or laugh can be so damn attractive :D I tmakes people really beautiful!

Greed: Potato Chips/Crisps (depending on where you’re living) I can eat them all day , at each day of the year. my fav’s are ‘Chakalaka’ from ‘funny frisch’ and salt’n vinegar. But I don’t like Pringles very much. I love potatos in any kind. I could each day potatoes! there are so many delicious ways to serve them! like chips :D

Oh and when it’s not about food: holding hands. I love holding hands and I love playing with the hands of the person I’m holding them. D.’S getting irritated at times, but he learned to accept it most of the time. And cuddling. Lying on the bed, day dreaming and talking rubbush, while snuggling against a beloved person <333

Did I mention coffee? No, well now I did!

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I missed you in my crushes, baby!

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Fabian Hawke excelled at disaster. It wasn’t intentional; he just had the kind of catastrophic misfortune to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time and the lack of foresight to agree to things that were obviously fool’s ventures. The Bone Pit, for example, was a clusterfuck of epic proportions, and would have been even if the dragon hadn’t broken Isabela’s leg and bruised Fabian’s ribs. He should have brought Anders, but he didn’t need a headache on top of the rest of the injuries, and his jaw hurt from clenching just thinking about it. Bodahn was in characteristically good spirits, greeting Fabian and pointing out the pile of letters from people he didn’t want to hear from, including yet another invitation to one of those insipid noble parties that he had to go to lest people start talking. As an apostate, it was never good when people started talking. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the larder, Fabian trudged up the stairs, grunting with every step, stopping halfway to grit his teeth and remind himself that there were only six more steps to get up to his bedroom where there would be a big, soft bed and a warm fire. He crumpled up his mental calendar and threw it away. He was going to lie in there for a week, responsibilities be damned. The door to his room was cracked, and Fabian sighed miserably. The last thing he needed was Sandal mucking about in his things when he wanted to relax. He pushed open the door, ready to yell at Sandal for once again getting into his personal effects, but the noise died in his throat. On his bed, reclining against the pillows like a pampered house cat, was Theron Mahariel, reading a book, naked from the waist down but for his smalls, the maroon silk of Fabian’s robe dark against his pale skin. Fabian swallowed. Suddenly his ribs didn’t hurt. Theron lowered the book and smiled a little half-smile, marking it with the ribbon and putting it to the side. “Took you long enough.” “You were out of town,” Fabian said as he closed the door. “For weeks, you said.” “Plans changed.” Theron sat up and stretched his arms over his head. The robes were open, and the expanse of flesh on display was painfully tantalizing, especially knowing that he wasn’t in any state to throw Theron onto the bed and have him for hours the way he’d want. “Oh did they?” Fabian sat on the side of the bed, wincing when Theron put an arm around him. Theron pulled it back, resting his hand lightly on the bruised ribs. “On your stomach,” he ordered, moving to the side to give Fabian room and waiting while he undressed and laid down, resting his arms under his head. “Truth is,” Theron said as he climbed onto him, sitting on his rear end and running his hands gently down his back, thumbs pressing into his spine, “I wanted to see you. I missed you,” Theron whispered, his voice low and odd, murmured into the back of his neck. Fabian swallowed, closing his eyes when Theron kissed his neck. It didn’t matter now, fuck Anders, and fuck the Bone Pit. Fuck the nobles too, and their asinine parties, and Fenris’ attitude, and Carver’s idiocy. Fuck it all. He’d stay here with Theron massaging his back as long as it took to outrun the disaster, as long as it took to recover his tongue and learn to speak, knowing why whispers and kisses and backrubs could render him speechless when they never had before. 

God! They are so amazing &lt;3
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kisssanitygoodbye:

moodymarshmallow:

Lynx!Fabian and Fox!Theron &lt;3

LOOK AT THEM! &lt;33
Their clothes (Theron is wearing Fabian’s finery again &lt;3), their tails, Fabian’s little fang… this is just too cute.
I can’t. It’s so adorable. &lt;33

&lt;3&lt;3

I’m just gonna reblog this because it’s the most precious of precious things.