LATER THAT DAY…
WELP that took forever ahaha… *stretches shoulders* Anyway, Anders owed Fenris a shit tonne of money from Wicked Grace nights, so Isabela proposed that he clean Fenris’ mansion while wearing something ridiculous from Orlais. Sure let’s go with that XDa
EDIT: SHit forgot to add combo’s hilarious commentary!
This pleases me greatly.
Hell yeah i want some Aveline.
Sexy strong women <3333
There should be more women like Aveline in video games.
Be still my heart <333
↳ favourite side characters (dragon age 2): viscount marlowe dumar and seamus dumar
“I have already failed where it matters most.”
Kirkwall, Hawke thinks. City of fathers who bury their sons.
One late summer afternoon, after Hawke was stung by the largest bee Thedas had ever seen, Malcolm Hawke—known as Father to some—taught his eldest child to wrap the sting in elfroot until it soothed the color of the swelling.
Hawke remembers being brave not because of bravery itself but because of pride and one man’s approval, the shape of his beard as the sun slipped into the evening hills.
‘And some day,’ Father said, wiping green stains off on his brown sleeves, ‘you’ll teach a child the same thing. It’s a cold country, but somehow we find ways of keeping our hands warm.’
Ferelden, Hawke thinks. City of sons who bury their fathers.
And, only after they’re long gone beneath a lonely stone, do they ever meet them again. In the mirror, or a polished breastplate, or the water of the bath, a shaft of gray sunlight piercing a stubborn cloud to illuminate a very shiny puddle, enough to notice the shape of a beard on a jaw you haven’t seen in years.
‘I held him in my arms once,’ Dumar said. ‘And now, I’m holding him again.’
Thedas, Hawke thinks. Cities full of people burying their love.
‘What will you write about him, Varric?’ Hawke asks, watching the sun rise over the boats on the docks: the mainmasts and the furled sails, the gulls pecking at the splintered wood.
Once—and always—a father’s son.
‘Something that’s secretly all about me, no doubt,’ Varric replies. ‘But, hey—I’ll try to make it pretty good.’
SCREAMING SO HARD IN HORROR AND EXCITEMENT LMAO
quick someone needs to make fic of this * U *
Wait a minute. Shouldn’t have looked now, all I see is clipping now. God I hate clipping.
They must be long lost cousins. They meet up every month to for a bubbling cauldron of stew.
I think im done with this.
A late fenders friday piece by 2 hours in my timezone LOL OH WELL
Hmm, more Fenders. ♥
Well it’s got to be friday in some part of the world.
Gorgeous art by Jakface. Hmm glowing mage & elf, just what I needed on my dash at the end of Fenders Friday.
Thanks to everyone on Livestream who kept me company while I finished this commission!
Fenris and Justice!Anders in a dark alleyway, both glowing a lot! With crazy perspective I didn’t have a reference for but tried my darndest anyway.
This was commissioned by tehopheliac when I was having computer trouble, and she was being very patient. :} I recorded it on Livestream because she requested me to, but for some reason most of it didn’t save! I saved it on the program but it’s not showing on the webpage so maybe it got deleted somehow >_< I did get the last hour of me drawing it though?! (make sure you mute it, I’m listening to music and sometimes sing along, THE HORROR)
I still have a couple more computer commissions and a prize to do, plus not to mention finish Sassy Gay Hawke, so away I go again work work work!
this is so sexy and amazing I just
I just can’t
the only other thing I can even think to say is HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH
Take everything right now
This is amazing, I can’t asjhfjhbfhjb
And I am done playing catch up. And we will now return you to your regularly scheduled… stuff.
I’m grateful to tumblr for giving me the title for the next Volutions story, which will be a longer, plottier story than Haspenald or Anaxiphillia in response to this kmeme prompt.
Neonowls posted this beautiful and very evocative pic that made me really want to write a scene to go with it. I…
I am a so excited for this!
Shirtless Justice set 1
Won’t lie thou, I wish his underwear was more sexy. Like plain boxer shorts. That show off a bit more of his legs.
Naiad will return to regularly posting Dragon Age shenanigans once she finishes her internship art test and is not fretting over several deadlines. Until then, this fine Hawke will have to hold you over.
If I was a mage, I’d totally unnerve nobles at parties with little spells, sparking small flames in my hands and such.
(PS: I am ridiculously excited for this DLC if only because I desperately want to poke my nose into and pick apart every corner of the environments and scrutinize the characters models. Those chevaliers.)
Finery is becoming a theme. Glorious!
In response to frikadeller’s lovely Anders/Fenris picture posted earlier today, I was inspired to write a shortish story in the Volutions universe. It’s just barely over 2400 words and the warnings would be for DA-style violence.
Thanks for the inspiration, frikadeller.
Mine to Kill
The trip back from Vigil’s Keep had been uneventful – lacking in darkspawn, raiders, or random tentacle beasts from the deeps, but once Anders and Fenris set foot upon Kirkwall’s docks, Anders could feel that things had changed, and not for the better.
Hawke’s mabari, Brutal, raised his head and sniffed the air before racing away from them as though his stumpy tail was on fire. Anders watched him go with faint amusement. After all, Hawke had ordered the mabari to stay with him until they got back to Kirkwall. Apparently the dog was smart enough to be very literal-minded about it.
Or maybe he smelled something in the air. People were tense, there were murmurs that the Qunari in their compound were readying themselves for some action, and all agreed that whatever that action was, there would be blood.
Anders shifted his attention to Fenris to gauge his response to the tension all around them. Fenris’ expression was unreadable as always, but Anders had learned to read Fenris’ posture and smallest mannerisms over their weeks of forced closeness. He repeatedly shifted his right hand to touch the great sword slung over his back – a gift from Widald Amell, his knees were flexed as though to spring to respond to any provocation, and his eyes – those great, green eyes – swept the entirety of the Docks from left to right and back, over and over, never resting.
Fenris expected trouble.
Justice twisted in the depths of Anders’ mind, agreeing with Fenris’ expectations.
Right. They were all in agreement then.
Why are my weekend so busy. But yes, finally had the time to read.
And my love for this series grows.
Ace apostate came up in Eviltwins livestream so I did a quick doodle…shes gonna do one too heh
Am I dead? Is this heaven?
They look so good in suits.
Whenever I have a slightly sad day, I swear Anders takes the brunt of it…XD
So, have a sad Anders. He’s looking for hugs.
And he and you, Evil, can have all the hugs you want. Once I learn how to send hugs thru the monitor.
“Is there a reason why you always wear that lyrium ring?”
I like Justice, but man, never again…
this is honestly so, so sweet. my thoughts on justice are far too complicated to address at this hour of the night, or really at any hour, but one of the things that must be remembered is that justice and anders were friends. and this is such a small thing, a memory, a memento, of that time before they were both changed so much by the other. the look on anders’s face down at the bottom is classic; the gift itself makes so much sense. and the bittersweet little twinge in my chest after i read this through… just lovely.
I just have all of these feelings I can’t articulate into prose so this GIF is the closest I can get to describe all my creys T_T
Oh! So adorable. My heart it melted.