i like how the outsider came out o|-<
I just felt like drawing Anders in his ME form again, so here he is, chilling on some grungy colony world in the Terminus Systems.
Anders, aka, Subject Justice
Another DA/ME mash-up to follow my Alistair pic.
And yet who between them has a pile of useless gold in just a few short hours. (
Hint: Pro Bono pays off in Skyrim. On account of how much loot the baddies have.)
Anders as cat
woman, as prompted by stormdragon.
So, about this I “might” obssess over a prompt thing? This did it.
Must upload before fussing with it more.
(uploaded it once, got eaten by tumblr, fussed with it some more, upload again)
Of course this happened so fast, and of course it did manage to get serious. Not that I mind or anything. But crack is impossible for me, I’ve tried it so much.
Oh well! Anyway, based on stormdragon’s (really, really fun!) prompt; “Anders and Bruce Banner in anger management.”
A man with breath-taking anger management issues, Stark had called him. And it fit better than he’d care to admit.
He knew breathing techniques, had practiced self-awareness, at least understood the premise behind meditation - though he could never quite pin it down, always a thing dancing just beyond him - and had tried nearly every other thing he could think of. The conclusion had seemed at last to take himself away from stress and strain, but even that hadn’t worked. What he had taken himself away from only came looking for him again, with dark eyes and fiery hair and seemingly a bad habit of flirting with danger.
I have been waiting for this in any form. Thank you for writing it. I loved it. But I am too busy fangirling over this to be able to coherently convey my feels. /ExpectmoreAvengerandDragonagecrossoverspromptsfromme
I’m rather confused about what DA theme it is this week, sooooo here’s some Cinderanders? Once again by the amazing tarantella.
Bippity Bobbity Justice.
So much Cinders in my dash.
So this seemed like an appropriate time to re-reblog this.
Though I would cast Fenris as Perrault. Hawke as Tobais. Sebastian as the Prince. And Anders as Cinders. I am terrible like that. Isabela as Ghede. I dunno who should be Sophia or Gloria yet? Justice or maybe Flemeth as the Fairy. So not underestimate my ability to turn everything into dragon age.
30 Day OTP Challenge!
Hawke will be Caim from Drag on Dragoon, because I love Caim <3 and his armor looks a bit like Hawke’s champion armor…maybe because of the chest plate? (shame that after all these years I still don’t know how to draw his armor…sigh)
and Anders will be Kusuriuri from mononoke, who is also a medicine seller (like a healer?) and that would make Justice the golden kusuriuri XDDDD (pity that we never knew his name)
and talking about mononoke I have to put this video here XD
make me laugh every time I watch it XDD (pity that the uploader didn’t capture the comments too! it is damn funny and amazing XDD )
you’re damn right i found the schematics for the dwarven crossbow then enchanted it then gave it the only name possible
Hawke never expected to find anything other than Dwemer ruins in the Dwemer Ruins. But then, he’d also found that killing giants was somehow harder than killing dragons, that his horse Dog could be trusted to kill bears on her own, that he never should have introduced Mjoll and Aveline, that there was a troublesome and flirtatious young mage in the College who had what was known as an ‘electricity trick,’ and that it was tremendous fun to steal all of Alistair’s cheesewheels and leave them in Vilkas and Farkas’s room in Jorrvaskr. He’d also also found that those two were even more difficult to look after than the twins he’d been raised with, since they were werewolves as well as warriors, and now Hawke—a simple blacksmith who’d only wanted to inherit his father’s smithy—was a werewolf too, when what he really wanted to be was a dragon.
Dragonborn… He wasn’t sure if it counted. Close, yes, but was it close enough?
But then he found the Dwemer in the Dwemer ruins. Not a Dwemer cog, not a Dwemer gyro, not a Dwemer gear; not a small Dwemer lever or Dwemer scrap metal or a Dwemer fork, all of which Hawke knew about personally because he was carrying at least one of each of them, and they were very heavy.
Thankfully, he was wearing an amulet that allowed him to carry more, otherwise he never would have been able to bring back all the shiny Dwemer struts as well.
No; it was an actual Dwemer. It certainly didn’t look like the Animunculi Hawke usually came up against, or the rotting corpse of a wayward adventurer, someone who used to be like Hawke, but then they took an arrow to the knee. Plenty of people getting shot in their knees, Hawke always thought. A strange target, and didn’t it make sense to go for the head or chest or something else?
Ah, well. Hawke wasn’t an archer, although at some point or another he’d picked up all the skills of one while making a great deal of bows to sell a man from whom he’d once stolen three whole cabbages and a potato.
‘You want to hear a true story?’ the stranger asked, shifting what had to be a flawless bow from his shoulder to his lap.
‘Well,’ Hawke replied, ‘at least your voice is different from the same six I’ve been hearing all through Skyrim on my travels. And you aren’t a Falmer—nasty creatures, Falmer—so why not?’
‘It’s about a champion,’ the Dwemer said.
Even better, Hawke thought.
Dragon Age in my Skyrim. /pleasecontinue
He lay on the rumpled coverlet, warm and half asleep, fingertips idly rolling a strand of her hair as she, on her belly, propped herself on her elbows, one leg hooked over his.
“Why me?” Her eyes were like half open windows between her tattoos below and dark brows above, the corner of her mouth quirked up in a suppressed grin at his question.
“Mmm it went like this—” she reached out for her tumbler of whiskey, smiling now, imitating Varric,
“I found a copy of your manifesto in a gutter somewhere, and thought, ‘Anders. That settles it, he writes a fine hand, and I need that down my—’” He tugged on her hair and she snickered, swallowing a draught of her drink.
“No, I mean it. Why?” The amusement went out of her face, and she looked him up and down, reaching out to stroke the line of his jaw with her thumb.
“Your magic, of course. At first, anyway.” Her voice was soft, her eyes steady on his.
“My magic?” He spoke with surprised pleasure and raised an eyebrow at her as she broke into a grin, bending her head to nip his ribs.
She propped her self up again, and stroked the stray hairs away from his forehead.
“I told you, I have the long sight.” She stroked his bottom lip, holding his jaw in the palm of her hand, warm and gentle under the hardness of her callouses.
“I can see it, that magic of yours, and I could look at it for a thousand thousand years and never grow weary of the vision.” Her voice had a cadence and a softness to it now that he’d heard sometimes when she prayed, all the hardness gone out of it.
This is so beautiful, I had to read it out loud.
I put on one of my favorite movies as background noise while I concentrated on some homework. Ineffective unless someone knows how to formally eject Dragon Age from one’s brain.
Mass Effect: The Lost Empire
I saw this post which inspired me to do more of THIS because I never realized how perfect of a crossover it was
The Shepard’s Journal
OH MY GODDDDDDDD YES
I can’t stop laughing, especially at Garrus and Mordin. Did you know that Garrus had a flower shop? Well, he did. XD
OMG. This is PERFECT.
(in which spader7 forgot how to draw)
the members of the red hawk gang compare gun sizes. (garrett always wins because anders and fenris are too busy arguing about omni-tools.) anders’s biotic headaches are never pretty, while fenris’s biotic glow earns him the nickname illium ghost. and garrett doesn’t think commander shepard is all that great. how can you trust a guy with more scars than facial hair? you can’t, that’s how. soldiers. they’re just so…clean cut. (but garrett is the type to say things like you big, stupid jellyfish. in fact, he’s pretty sure commander shepard stole that line from him and one day, he’s taking it back.)