Commission: Dragon Age
I am using this power for the good of mankind
Well it seems I’ve gone and fingered up this lovely provocative image here. Anders, I’m sorry. Couldn’t help myself.
Done on Sketch Guru. (With mah fingie.)
It started as a joke and now it’s 1am and I’m freaking tired.
how does this only have one note
((i’m like 2 days late for Sexual Sunday sO
heavily referenced and heavily filtered bc i’m lame
Mass Effect AU aka Nanders in Space /wiggly fingers))
I think im done with this.
A late fenders friday piece by 2 hours in my timezone LOL OH WELL
So is this what the cool kids are doing? Good thing that Archer Hawke and Anders are pretty cool kids.
(Fan art from the wonderful Cheese for “Strength of Mind”)
I promise my blog isn’t always porn. You just caught me on a day. And this is the last one for today, I swear.
This wasnt even ment to be Fenders wtf
I promise, I won’t do this reblogging myself… much.
This just makes me nostalgic, it was the second thing I reblogged.
I have no idea what I’m doing so here, have a kitty anders
Ser Alrik grabs the prisoner by his long, once-silky locks and pulls him up. With a barely-heard whimper, the man tries to stand up, his thin limbs shaking from exhaustion. He is no longer resisting, crushed both physically and mentally. The moment Marian Hawke sided with the Templars, basically betraying him into Meredith’s hands, he broke into million pieces.
He has no idea how long he had been imprisoned in the windowless, small cell. Days, weeks, months, it doesn’t matter anymore. Time has no meaning. Nothing has a meaning anymore.
At first he has prayed for a quick end but the Maker never paid attention to his pleas. Once more he was left at the mercy of the merciless.
Anders’ dull eyes gaze at the taller, bald man in the hated armor, his breathing is shallow. He allows him to push his hair away, exposing the filthy skin. The mage doesn’t move, just watches his torturer hopelessly. When a knife is pulled out, his eyes are wide with a first gleam of fear. Whatever the Templar is about to do, he is powerless to stop it.
"Let’s have a small rehearsal for the real thing," Ser Alrik smirks. Anders doesn’t understand yet but is terrified already. He shivers and whimpers again against the sharp blade pressing to his forehead.
It hurts. It bleeds in tiny stripes down his gaunt face. Red on pale skin is mixing with hot tears from under his closed eyelids. The Templar keeps carving into his flesh, demanding him to keep his eyes open. He likes to see the fear in those once defiant eyes.
When his jailor finishes Anders is pushed away and instructed not to touch his face. Hands and legs numb, Anders obeys. He doesn’t need to feel the new scars; he has no need for a mirror to know what was cut onto him.
His worst nightmare is about to become true.
Aaand I think that’s it. -broody
Reblogging this again for certain reasons.
"Oh, I do not want to hurt your beautiful wings.
However, If you don’t do this, you will run away to sky. Your mine. Forever “
I’m understand the cruelty hidden in me, and love it.