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April 29, 2013

askbroodyelf:

Commission for Ilikelookingatnakedmen

“I have some study to do. Feed me.” He pulled the book onto his lap and she saw it was the Chant of Light, possibly a gift from that unctuous git with the pretty eyes. She had to lean over him to reach the platter, feeling his breath against the side of her left breast, and she went for the bunch of grapes because that seemed like the traditional thing to do. Picking off a small branch, she perched herself on the arm of the chair and leaned forward to stuff them in his mouth. He bit one off with his perfect white teeth, then shoved her away because she was “in the way of the light”.

Read the complete fic here

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(via lafemmedarla)

8:44am | URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoHUvxjmQCNJ

(Notes: 75)

April 29, 2013

Drawing a Fenbela commission on Livestream! Come and join the foolery! {ON}

askbroodyelf:

Isabela is glistening for Fenris <33

I’m watching Brenna-Ivy make my commission. It’s fascinating!

7:34am | URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoHUvxjm5Irp

(Notes: 8)

Filed under: askbroodyelf fenabela fenris isabela fanart nude cmnf

April 26, 2013

ASKBROODYELF TOOK MY COMMISSION

ATTENTION FENABELA FANS I BOUGHT YOU SOME SMEXY ARTWORK!!!

Noise has been made about a livestream, but I’ll let Broody tell you about that!

11:27am | URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoHUvxjYS7iB

(Notes: 15)

Filed under: fenabela fenbela fenris isabela dreadwulf dragon age fanart askbroodyelf

April 21, 2013

eatmysmalls:

skillethelm:

i was lookin thru some older art to get a sense of what id wanna do commissions-wise and it made me realize i missed painting stuff! so i really… really self-indulgently threw some colors around :>

Inspired by the gorgeous art above, a fic called Persuasion (which is lovely by the way), and written for dreadwulf (also lovely) because she needed a pick me up. Excuse my ineptitude.

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Bathed in shadows of his own volition, Fenris moves against the warm lights threatening to expose him. Threatening to lay him bare- snarling and animal; wretched and weak; hungry and insatiable.

The Pirate is a light. The Champion is a light. Together they unknowingly illuminate a dimly lit path of which he cannot tread- cannot.

More than once they invite him to their bed, to touch and watch and relish them all the same. They offer him easy smiles and speak to him as if he is more than what he isn’t. Like he is someone to be trusted. Someone they care for. A friend.

More than once he levels his gaze and musters up the resolve to deny them. “No. Leave me be. I do not wish to do this.” A beat andHawke’s faces softens in a way that makes his stomach churn and his jaw set. His sincerity matches Hawke’s in the most unbecoming way. Isabela always notices. Always pretends she didn’t.

And each and every time the duo is denied, Hawke overcompensates with terrible jokes to lighten the mood and Isabela throws lewd barbs designed to make Fenris flush. Hawke feigns outrage “You want to- his what?! How?” and gasps aloud before her breath catches and becomes a soundless laugh. She folds her cards. The pirate once again meets his gaze, to distract him from her inevitable attempt to cheat he assumes, but instead he finds something alien in Isabela’s eyes. Compassion perhaps? He does a double take at that, looks up and sees Isabela mouthing Hawke’s ear playfully.

He tells himself he imagined any hint of something beyond naked lust in Isabela’s eyes, that the pirate was finding enjoyment in rousing him, and this public display in front of him is undoubtedly another one of her dreadful schemes.

Hawke mouths an apology, and an embarrassed giggle slips out before “Sorry about her.” does. He shakes his head to imply non nonchalance. He quickly looks down at his cards to distract himself and realizes his hand is pitiful. He folds.

Isabela smirks “Knew you would.” and her brilliant gold earrings sway, catching the light of the fireplace in them. He stares for too long. She catches him of course. Smiles warmly before she returns her attention to the drunk Champion in her lap.

He does not look up.

11:41am | URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoHUvxjA0Frl

(Notes: 96)

Filed under: fanart fanfiction fenris hawke isabela dragon age

April 18, 2013

lafemmedarla:

Fenris: Interesting story I heard about you, Isabela…
Isabela: Yes, yes, all right. I just want it known I never asked for the goat. And the fire was accidental.
Fenris: I… that wasn’t the story.

~~Damnit guys you can’t leave it like that tell both stories now please~~

Trufax: Goats make everything 1000X funnier

5:34pm | URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoHUvxiysWJr

(Notes: 49)

Filed under: fenris isabela legacy dragon age

April 15, 2013

forgot to title it (Fenris/Isabela, NSFW)

pendency:

http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/9730.html?thread=40418562#t40418562

Fenris grows horns.

Beautiful, but I dunno… unwashed hair is pretty ordinary.

6:08pm | URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoHUvxikmUss

(Notes: 16)

Filed under: fanfiction fenabela fenris isabela dragon age

April 13, 2013

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Wench, for yarnandtea

yarnandteaisallineed answered: Isabela thinking about her various DAII companions in the privacy of her own room? ^_^

Isabela took a sip from her stein, and tapped her quill on the table.

“Well, what do we have here?” the sultry pirate purred, strutting towards her helpless prey.

Yes, what do we have here? Or more to the point, who do we have here?

“Untie me, wench,” the lyrium tattooed elf snarled, his whipcord muscles bulging as he struggled against his bondage.

Isabela shook her head and crossed out the passage. As much as the image (both mental and otherwise) of Fenris bound tightly in rope aroused her, she’d already used him in her last three stories, the last of which hadn’t sold anywhere near as well as the first two. The horny housewives of Hightown were fickle in their fetishes, it seemed.

“Unhand me, whore.”

Nah. Anyone who knew Aveline knew she’d just bash her way out of any situation. Besides, Isabela was saving her for a fic with Donnic. It was quite rare for Isabela’s OTP to be canon, and she was enjoying the novelty.

“THIS IS AN INJUSTICE.”

Pfft. Writing Anders hadn’t been any fun since the Ella incident. Ella had escaped unscathed, thank fuck, but since then Isabela had very much moved Anders from her “sexy rebellious angst” box to her “scary best avoided” box. It was one of the great regrets of her life - that electricity trick, damn. (Isabela briefly considered putting Ella in the chair - she was super cute - but, with vivid memories of being a child-bride, she preferred the characters in her fantasies to be at least The Gentleman’s Age.)

“The Maker’s light protects me, pirate.”

Oh yes. Prrrrrotects. Pirrrrrate. Isabela even got a fair bit written with that one. It was so inspiring that she ducked into her bunk, and when she got back, she remembered that Sebastian fic sold really, really badly. She folded up her paper and kept it for later “inspiration”.

Varric was off the table. As much as Isabela enjoyed running her toes through that spectacular pelt, as a competitor, she didn’t want to give him the free advertising.

“Untie me or by the Maker I’ll show you the might of the Templars.”

Carver! Yes, she could definitely work with this.

The muscular young Templar struggled against his bonds, red welts on tender pale skin, flashing blue eyes furious as his rippling muscles sajdfksd;djfaj

BUNK

Well. She was having fun, even if it wasn’t very productive.

“Are we playing a game?” inquired the elf, huge green eyes bulging as she took in her surroundings. “Because, um, the ropes are squishing me a little. Could you just pull them a bit loose?”

“What’s the safe word?” demanded the pirate, tilting the elf’s delicate chin to better appreciate her delicate features.

“Um… please?”

9:52am | URL: http://tmblr.co/ZoHUvxiYDN9c

(Notes: 13)

Filed under: cori yarnandteaisallineed dragon age drabble isabela

April 11, 2013

Half the Fun (Fenris/Isabela - “Zip Me”)

phdfan:

janiejanine asked you:

Fenris/Isabela, “Zip Me”.

“Do me up?” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.

“Do you always leave your quarters half-dressed?” Fenris grumbled, grasping the laces that dangled from her open corset.

“Only when there’s no one around to help me,” she said with a wink. “You need to pull on those, sweet thing.”

Fenris gave an experimental tug on the laces. “How do you stand this infernal contraption?” he said.

“You get used to it,” she said lightly. “Pull tighter.”

He pulled on the laces, and the edges of the corset started to draw together. She leaned forward, away from him, and grasped the edge of a nearby table. The position gave him a tempting view of the top of her thighs.

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” she said. “It needs to be tight.”

He pulled harder, and Isabela’s knuckles whitened on the table. The corset crept together across her back, her white tunic bunching up in the gap between the edges.

“Harder!” she demanded, and Fenris braced himself against her body – knee pressing against the warmth of her thighs – and pulled.

Isabela gasped as the breath was forced out of her lungs, and bent over further, letting the tunic travel up to reveal the curves of her bottom.

“Good,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Now tie it.”

He struggled with the laces, to get them to behave. Or perhaps, if he was honest with himself, to allow himself more of the pleasure of being pressed against her backside.

When he could draw it out no longer, and a neat bow adorned the top of her corset, he stepped back and folded his arms.

“There you go,” he said. “Done.”

She stood upright and turned to face him, smoothing down her tunic as she did so, and raised an eyebrow.

“Now if you think that was fun,” she said with a smirk, “You should try helping me to get undressed.”

“Well,” he said, and gave an embarrassed cough. “You know I’m always willing to help a friend.”