enrychan:

I know he says he never allowed himself to fall in love when he was at the Circle, but I think he loved Karl, in his own way

enrychan:

I know he says he never allowed himself to fall in love when he was at the Circle, but I think he loved Karl, in his own way

unofficialanders:

angeldicks:

beccalovesdarling:

Imagine your OTP sleeping together. Person A wakes up and reaches over to snuggle closer to Person B. The bed is cold and empty and as Person A sits up, they remember that Person B has been dead…Last night had been a dream. Person A then begins to cry. 

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AO3: Why You Can't Love Me →

fyeahanders:

Author: RadicalPrecursor

Pairing: Karl/Anders

Other Links: Kmeme

Warnings: Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

Summary: As an apprentice in the Ferelden Circle Anders got himself into no end of trouble.

Anything Else: I want to share my Karl/Anders feels with you.

enrychan:

I know he says he never allowed himself to fall in love when he was at the Circle, but I think he loved Karl, in his own way

enrychan:

I know he says he never allowed himself to fall in love when he was at the Circle, but I think he loved Karl, in his own way

emanonix:

When for the first time, I was very nervous.
I was sitting on his bed while trembling.
He said to me that’s all right.
However I remember, I was sore his short beard..
And, that my body was bag of bones was embarrassed.
Still, he was very gentle. Very.
However, he no longer exists..
Because, I killed him.

Feels everywhere. :c

emanonix:

When for the first time, I was very nervous.

I was sitting on his bed while trembling.

He said to me that’s all right.

However I remember, I was sore his short beard..

And, that my body was bag of bones was embarrassed.

Still, he was very gentle. Very.

However, he no longer exists..

Because, I killed him.

Feels everywhere. :c

cheesiestart:

Artist name: cheesiestart
Author #1 name: DarkspawnHorror
Author #2 name: rytings (tumblr)
Art Theme/Description: Anders has had a hard life, this is obvious to everyone, but not everyone gets to see the scars on his back.Warnings: abuseScars, by DarkspawnHorror (Anders/ Female Hawke)
his body; a canvas , by The_RyRy (Anders/Karl Thekla, Anders/Nathaniel Howe, Bethany Hawke/Nathaniel Howe)

cheesiestart:

Artist name: cheesiestart

Author #1 name: DarkspawnHorror

Author #2 name: rytings (tumblr)

Art Theme/Description: Anders has had a hard life, this is obvious to everyone, but not everyone gets to see the scars on his back.
Warnings: abuse

Scars, by DarkspawnHorror (Anders/ Female Hawke)

his body; a canvas , by The_RyRy (Anders/Karl Thekla, Anders/Nathaniel Howe, Bethany Hawke/Nathaniel Howe)

pollencount:

A while ago I did this commission for the lovely combo. I wanted to post it at a later date, but now is a good time, I think.
I believe in you, sweetheart.

pollencount:

A while ago I did this commission for the lovely combo. I wanted to post it at a later date, but now is a good time, I think.

I believe in you, sweetheart.

spicyshimmy:

zwierzodudle:

I think I know where Anders learnt the electricity thing now

Kindling the Flame

It wasn’t his fault all the titles of all the tomes they were all supposed to study were practically interchangeable with the naughtier romances that made their way around the tower. 

‘Just don’t ask about the stains,’ a spotty mage just past her Harrowing had told Anders the first time she stuffed an old book into his hands.

‘Not even the brown ones?’ Anders had asked.

Apparently especially not those. 

‘I had no idea you could suck on a fireball without your tongue falling out of your head,’ he told Karl later. ‘Also, I think the brown stains are chocolate. Isn’t that a relief?’ 

‘Just learn the fire spell, Anders,’ Karl replied. 

Autonomous Prodigy, Volume 3: Hexes

The trouble with an overabundance of autonomy was the lack of privacy. The trouble with an overabundance of prodigy was the tower itself, the high walls, the windows far above the ground, the twisty tunnels in the cellars underneath. The rooms that were too full or too empty. The silence under the tent of his bedclothes and the spell he never quite knew how to weave when he was that alone—closing his eyes, picturing what it was like to fly, with a hand between his thighs and using the cotton of his smalls to make things feel better.

That was what a healer did, at least for a little while. 

Strained Wrists and Stiff Necks

Anders had hidden under Karl’s robes only once, but that wasn’t the extent of uncomfortable positions he’d discovered—as many of them as there were varieties of elfroot in the garden, or stains on the old romances now, most of which Anders had kept in his own private library between the mattress and the bedframe, or under the loose stone in the floor at the foot of his bed. 

He read them at night.

He used the fire spell and he’d only singed his socks twice, never burned the tower down.

Well—not yet, anyway.

There was the time on the barrels in the cellar, hopefully without the sudden appearance of a giant spider turning the affair into an unwilling threesome—and there was the time in the library after lights out, the time in an actual cupboard, or the time under Karl’s bed where there was so much dust and Anders didn’t know if he was coming or sneezing. Maybe a bit of both.

‘I can’t do that spell today, Senior Enchanter,’ he said, doing his best to use the face Mr. Wiggums wore when he was hungry, or about to be ill on your boots, or asleep with his eyes open. ‘I’m afraid I’ve sprained my wrist.’ 

Lightning Storms in Your Room!

‘Karl,’ Anders said. ‘Karl, I’ve been practicing.’ 

‘Are you going to light me on fire?’ Karl asked. 

‘I’m going to kindle your flame,’ Anders replied. ‘Using the very serious techniques laid out in a fun activity book for young apprentices.’

‘You’re not that young anymore,’ Karl said, ‘and you aren’t an apprentice, either.’ 

‘Well…’ Anders shrugged, fingers sparkling. ‘Nobody’s perfect.’

cock-cola:

Anders: Senior Professor of Spirit Healing, and Magical Right’s Activist.
Fenris: Senior Professor of Tevinter History/artifacts and Broadsword Specialist.
>Anders  has worn the same vest every day for the last 4 years. Some of the students call him nuts. Anders wears it because it was Karl’s favorite. 

Aww, Anders wearing the same vest. /feels

cock-cola:

Anders: Senior Professor of Spirit Healing, and Magical Right’s Activist.

Fenris: Senior Professor of Tevinter History/artifacts and Broadsword Specialist.

>Anders  has worn the same vest every day for the last 4 years. Some of the students call him nuts. Anders wears it because it was Karl’s favorite. 

Aww, Anders wearing the same vest. /feels