There are monsters etched into his skin. They bite him daily, gnawing and gnashing, eating at his flesh. They are needles that prick away, trying to erase him, replace him, and make him into something he’s not. When he gives in to them, when he glows, more than just his monsters scream. There are bodies on the floor, bodies he put there, bodies which will never rise again. There are monsters etched into his skin. Sometimes he thinks he is the monster.

He picks at them at night, digging fingernails into flesh, trying to break free. There is pain, there is blood, and there is laughter at his efforts. Here he shows his chains, ones he will never escape, and cries out in frustration. He huddles on the floor of his stolen refuge, hugging arms to himself and begs, begs, to be free of this, of everything. Then he locks it all away and stands. He clenches a hand into a fist and vows not to show such weakness.

Years later, he breaks this vow. She puts her hands on his face, calls him wonderful and everything else crashes away into silence. Her touch banishes the monsters, her words chipping away at the chains. They stand on a precipice and he calls himself hers because that way it’s easier to be him. He wakes, dreaming of demons, and she tells him he has nothing to be afraid of. Not anymore. He is weaker with her, he is stronger with her, and he thinks himself elf, lover, friend, free.

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“What, exactly, did you lose in my home?” His eyebrow raises. “And why would whatever it is be within the upholstery?”

       ❝ A  ring.  A small, silver ring on a chain. ❞  She lets out a noise of frustration,  setting aside a silver coin into a small pile of loose change.  Never once does she look up,  still searching his couch for the object.  ❝ The chain must have broke  –  I got home and it was just  gone.

Shit I need to start inking stuff again if I’m going to keep drawing at the office.

His profile turned out way too good, so I decided to keep drawing hehehehehe. I would consider this “fanart” for my tattoo artist Fenris AU thing I wrote for that one-shot smut prompt. I can’t get it out of my head!!

I might clean this up one day. Maybe.

Mechanical Pencil. Sketch Book.

A Guide to Flirting, by Aveline Vallen:

Step one, give the object of your affections obscure but heartfelt gifts.

Step two, plan to meet up with said object of your affections and a friend or two, then hide behind a pillar and stare longingly from afar for hours instead of joining them.

Step three, convince them to go on a walk with you and make small talk. Example: “It’s a nice night for an evening.”

That’s it, you’re golden. Go forth and find true love, friends.

to elaborate on what i was sayin. fo4 companions are Bad Bi Rep bc theyre kinda just. neutral. to the best of my knowledge (i could b wrong i havent played that much fo4) none if then explicitly state attraction to someone of the same gender with the exception of the player character.

zevran and leliana in dao on the other hand are Good Bi Rep; both of them always express attraction to men and women, regardless of if you romance them or not, no matter what you do.

serious DA2 question:

Why the hell isn’t there an option to kill Gamlen? Seriously. Dude sucks. Ruined my mother’s name and sold us into indentured servitude and is nothing but inappropriate, lewd, and offensive to me and my love interest >:[