kuradevoir:

Originally from Unova, Anders caught the first boat he could find out of the region after leaving Team Plasma. They caught him at a vulnerable time just after his liepard Mr. Wiggums died in pokemon battle that went wrong, and he was thinking maybe it would be better for people and pokemon to be seperated. And then Team Plasma turned out to be made of assholes.

Ser Pounce-a-lot stuck around after Anders released him, but even after leaving Team Plasma, Anders never recaptured him, preferring to leave it up to Pounce (and Mr. Wiggums, now a Gengar) when they wanted to stay or go.

yamisnuffles:

A modern magician Anders and his assistant Ser Pounce-a-Lot, by request from stormdragon.

Eep, magician Anders. :D

Thank you for drawing my request.

piasdatter:

Snuffy totally revived old hopeless crushes on hopelessly adorable stupid manchild characters, by falling for exactly the same hopelessly adorable manchild characters

baw.

Look at those morons

teresagr:

Art trade with perplexingly :)

Anders with his dear Ser Pounce-a-lot. I haven’t played DA: Awakening yet, but I really really should. I’ve only met angsty!Anders in DA2 and I’d love to see him in his (happier?) days as a Grey Warden… Anyway, hope you like it, Marta!

emanonix:

私の心は空っぽだ

猫は彼を見つめている

私は何もかも失ったんだ

猫は答えない

君はなぜ僕のそばにいるんだ？

猫は答えない

猫は答えない

vbabylon:

did someone say rock band au

(on Deviantart)

lol at the crowd. Pounce is there too.

glitzkrieg:

Anders yep

mrgabel:

Hiermit wünsche ich dir, liebe Oni, Frohe Weihnachten ;)

ArtTrade for Eisblumen by ~Gabri-L

kjfern:

anders by ~kyuubifred

tillyourunoutofcake:

And here is my magical cake all lit up :P

Delicious cake that I would probably have difficulty eating. /It’sjusttoocute

bluetoasterart:

Nurse Anders returns :D

Art (c) BlueToasterArt

spicyshimmy:

pungafruit:

Because Spicyshimmy put this brilliant idea up on her kinda sorta wishlist I was obliged to do it

Anders subject zero’fied 

well at least I tried *sobs*

Here’s how they did it. Magic understood through control; spells under lock and key. They didn’t start with branding the forehead. His skin, from his throat to his ankles, was their canvas. Research and artistic license all in one.

He was special. 

Because he’d never stop trying to escape—he might have sworn that in front of the wrong templar when he was young and careless and fearless, just…in all the wrong ways. If there was anywhere to start, the best choice was an unruly apprentice with a gift for spirit healing, a special connection to the dangerous mists beyond the Veil, and no pesky relatives in high standing to cause a fuss if he simply disappeared without a trace.

And he wanted to. For years, disappearing seemed like the only way. 

Testing the limits of his fears. Rite after Rite of Tranquility performed until there was no bare skin left. If it hadn’t been so very painful, then maybe he would have thought the ordeal funny, in a grim sense of the word. If he’d been in Kirkwall, he could have called it Gallows Humor. 

It isn’t fair—he remembers thinking that. It isn’t just. 

Or something along those lines.

But each foul process, each time it was enacted, was always reversed. Silence and emptiness undone like loose stitches on a mending wound—until the concept of balance reduced itself to a definition. The darkness made the light. Emptiness was power.  

And so the spirits came to fear him, not the other way around. They came to him asking for aid, each one at his fingertips. He’d become the finest living weapon short of an archdemon—the templars at Kinloch Hold had created nothing short of a revolution within the secret tunnels below their floors. 

‘So,’ the mage says, reaching up to pet the cat perched on his shoulder, ‘I’ve no idea why they were surprised when, after putting flame to Gaatlok, the situation…erupted.’

There’s no balm for his wounds. No end in sight. No compromise; no peace. 

‘So in that sense,’ he adds, ‘I suppose you could say that…I didn’t do it.’ 

‘You’re just the sort I’ve been looking for, then,’ the Warden-Commander replies. ‘Care to join me? You’ll get to light plenty of things on fire.’ 

Anders had nothing in particular against Amaranthine. 

But it had to burn. 

pungafruit:

Because Spicyshimmy put this brilliant idea up on her kinda sorta wishlist I was obliged to do it

Anders subject zero’fied 

well at least I tried *sobs*

exhaustedapostate:

2 of 3.

Then he takes the dang cat everywhere.