Sail away with me honey
I put my heart in your hands
Commission: Dragon Age
"A smell. What kind of a smell, exactly?" Varric’s nose twitched sympathetically, mirroring a wrinkle on the bridge of Hawke’s nose.
"I don’t know exactly," said Hawke. "It’s just rank. Like the viscount’s fig tree when the fruits are green, along with the fertilizer. What do you think he’s doing down there?"
"Fertilizer," said Varric, and rubbed his chin with his eyebrows nearly touching.
"What’s with the dramatic pause?"
"Hawke, there could be a bomb in your basement. Or an army of dead templars dissolving in acid. Or, best case scenario, an army of mages preparing for rebellion. Have you thought about this before moving a templar-killing-renegade into your house?"
And so with Aveline and Fenris in tow, they approached the door to the cellars with their weapons at the ready. Anders had the only old key, but what was a lock to Varric?
"Did you hear that?"
"Sounded like a ‘squeak.’"
"Your lockpicks need oiling, Varric."
"You lot are scaring off anyone who might be hiding in there!"
Soon the door was opened, well-oiled hinges swinging apart silently, leaving them to stare into an ominously dark hallway, and the smell hit them like a tidal wave. Hawke was right. It did smell like a fig tree in full flower.
It smelled like a fig tree in full flower to anyone who never owned a cat.
On cloth-covered old sofas and the tops of dressers, on every surface high off the ground imaginable, on top of the newly opened cellar door, were fluffy, furry, bundles of cat. Their eyes flashed green in the dark, hundreds of them - no, thousands of them, too many to count - and among the sea of green there was one solitary pair of blue, brighter than the others, awash in spirit fire.
"Anders?" Said Hawke, tentatively. Then Hawke added, "love?"
"NO CAT WILL EVER BE SLAVE TO PEOPLE AGAIN!" Intoned the booming voice of Justice. "NO CAT WILL LACK FREEDOM OR LIVE IN A SACK! NO CAT WILL BE GIVEN AWAY AS GIFTS AS IF THEY WERE OBJECTS! ALL KITTENS WILL BE BORN FREE!"
Thus began the great feline revolution that led to the re-founding of the Inquisition, 9:41 Dragon, as penned by Varric Tethras, a dwarf -
I am in a mood for Anders death fics this week.
off on a new adventure.
i finished dragon age 2 a few days ago and. i love everyone /)///w///(\
but everyone knows who i loved the most /)///w///(\
this was not worth staying awake for
"Well, if I had to, I’d definitely make Ser Pounce Santa, and Mr. Wiggums would be Mrs. Paws. He wouldn’t like that, though. He really seems to like Hawke’s lap, silly cat.”
I realize I haven’t posted anything in a long time so here’s Hawke and Anders. Their armour is wrong but I don’t care, I drew this at work. Birthday present picture for a friend.
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 honestly don’t know why I started on this urhgoddrs
Iorant’s a sarcastic Hawke—actually most of my customs are/will be OTL
"Are you sure you’re not going to slit my throat with that thing?"
"Be nice and still. You were so exhausted you forgot to shave. Again."
A little headcanon of mine.
mages in shorts
cuz apparently someone started it ahemahem
I’m very sorry for terrible anatomy a.k.a. Hawke’s ridiculous right leg/feet
To whoever this someone is, Thank you.
hawke and anders post Dragon Age 2, on the run and Anders worrying
basically it’s a birthday-starters-sketch for khirsah until i get the actual thing done since artblock keeps blockin’ soihopeit’sokandthatyoulikeit?
I think I promised a prompt to stormcaptain some (/a long) time ago of her Hawke with Anders. With armor or without. I enjoy drawing bodies soooo… Yep. That’s totally the reason.
Sorry it took me this long, I hadn’t forgotten! Hopefully it is to your liking (though I have no idea how the tattoos on Hawke’s neck are supposed to look jasddkj)! >o<