"Don’t be afraid. See, magic is not only destruction."
"I am not afraid of you."
click for better view please~ (tumblr made it so grainy i’m sorry)
I couldn’t protect you
Please do not go far away leave me
Please wait me a little time.
Fenris is dancing alone in his mansion, and Anders walks in for some reason. Fenris blusters something about warming up for battle, and Anders just laughs, shakes his head and pulls Fenris into a dance. :) shamelessly taken from imagineyourOTP prompts. :) ~iamthaissa
….skipping to the end
fun fact: i was going to save this as fenders_dancing and then it asked me if i wanted to replace another file already named fenders_dancing
this in no way resembles feust's prompt which had something involving hands and Fenris reacting to something Anders' doing with his hands
more like the other way around hurrrr
I’m going to give you a difficult one :D Anders washing Fenris’ hair. *runs away* ~ltleflrt
*_* askjghaskdhfsakdfhjs what is perspective
headcanon: it’d be harder to bathe Fenris than it is to bathe most cats. There’d be viscera in his hair before he asks for help.
modern kissy fenders on stairs for anon
10 min doodle of dumb boyfriends one of which doesn’t shave at all and Fenris needs to take matters into his own hands
every time someone somewhere posts fenders hate
fox draws a FLUFFY BUNNY HEARTS EVERYWHERE + 10 GALLONS OF SYRUP fenders
(pssst people ship things how they want to ship them not how you think they shouldn’t ship them FOX OUT)
Fenris: Is there anyone’s life who has been touched by magic that actually benefits?
Anders: Why is it you can say nothing without making me want to wring your neck?
Fenris: Am I supposed to forgive? Am I supposed to forget all the things they’ve done to me?
Anders: They aren’t what you saw in Tevinter. They’re slaves! You should want to help them.
Fenris: You know nothing of being a slave!
Anders: I swear, I don’t know whether to kiss you or kill you. You’re everything I hate!
Fenris: Do not bare your heart to me, mage, unless you would see me rip it out.
(a.k.a. I did a Fenders thing instead of sleeping)
messed around… the result… not finished - never be finished. but i like it somehow.
and now continue with the dishonored picture hoho :O. I´m into daud x corvo so bad
Smoke on the horizon; not the first time Anders has topped a rise to see such, and undoubtedly not the last. He stopped and just stood, swaying slightly with exhaustion, cursing to himself. He could guess the source of the smoke, it having been his destination; the circle tower near Ansburg.
Too late, too late, too late, the litany ran through his head. His painfully, echoingly empty head, quiet apart from his own internal monologue, Justice having fallen silent over the long weeks since they’d left Kirkwall. Justice wasn’t gone – there was nowhere for the spirit to go, after all – but he had gone silent, turned inwards, balled himself up somehow so that all Anders knew was that he was still there, a vague sense of not alone all that was left of his once formidable presence.
The quiet crunch of dry vegetation underfoot was the only announcement Anders had of the arrival of his remaining travelling companion. “Too late,” Anders said, voicing the words he’d been thinking.