I was wondering if anyone would notice, actually. And no I won’t tell you it’s just a letter opener. Because it isn’t.
ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh my fee fees :’(
stop it with the jackets that either stop or have awkward seams just below the armpit
that shit ain’t right
‘Dragon Rage’ is the best tag negl
I dunno from clothing design but I always make sure Anders is wearing the Keeper’s robes
“Not every day you get to meet your future self. You don’t seem very happy. That worries me. Got any bone-chilling advice to help me avoid the permanent frown?”
”.. Don’t do it..”
“You’ll see when the time comes…”
“You’re bad at this whole advice thing, you know? Keeping me in the dark here! Oh well, I can be patient, I guess. But now you’re just going to leave me wondering.”
OK that’s really sad
So nice to see a Hawke that looks like the beautiful young thing in the trailer, and not the friggin’ derpface we actually got.
15 mins sketch.
I think I finally found a brush that works for speed colour sketch \8’D/
This is really different! *in a good way
This is the story that Merrill is trying to write in Written? Kitten! Like Merrill, I just don’t know what to do next (and I don’t have a pirate to distract me…)
The young prince watched the figure emerge from the hay carefully. He didn’t think his Da would send a spy after him – he wouldn’t care enough, for a start – but if Sebastian didn’t want his little holiday cut short, he’d do well to mind who his companions were.
The figure fell out of the hay, rolled on the ground and picked itself up, brushing straws out of its hair. It was blonde and plump, and taller than Seb, and had a nose too big for its face. Even so, Seb wasn’t sure if it was a man or a woman until the figure looked directly towards him, realised there was a person standing there in the shadows, and gave a creaky but undeniably deep squawk.
“Peace, friend,” said Sebastian, confident in his ability to pull a shiv if it came to that. The boy, whom Sebastian now noticed was not plump at all but had something stuffed in his pants, coughed out a last bit of straw and said “You wouldn’t have a drink for a poor wanderer? What with you being a devious rogue who lurks in the shadows waiting to pounce on innocent travellers. I bet you’re just waiting to knock me out and steal all my worldly possessions, except I haven’t got any.” He had an accent Sebastian couldn’t quite place.
Sebastian waved a hand at the traveller’s waistline. “What’s in your pants?”
The stranger looked down at himself. “My prick. Would you like to see?”
Frikadeller very kindly gave me permission to colour in her Hawkeye Initiative inspired drawing of Anders, as did Veolu for a matching drawing of Fenris. Enjoy the pair!
This is so much better than breakfast.
I’m not sure how I feel about this
So I’ve been peeking through the dragonageholidaycheer list of participants, stealing ideas to surprise the people who have clicked like on my stories over the last year or so, trying to pick people’s rarepairs or pairings I wouldn’t normally write, and at the very end of msbarrows’ list was Sebanders. And now I have half a story which I think is very good, but every time I go to finish it I get… distracted. (Unfortunately, not by Isabela.) And then this happened, probably inspired by Katie Bour. Filth under the cut.
“I’m writing a friend fiction! I hope you don’t mind.” Merrill’s wide eyes peeped over a giant beard of bubbles.
“Of course I don’t mind! As long as it’s absolutely filthy. Is it?” Merrill nodded excitedly, bits of beard flying all over the place.
“It’s about Anders… with Sebastian.” Isabela’s eyebrows would have raised off her head if she were ever surprised by anything, but she was kind of impressed. She sloshed around in her end of the tub to sit up properly, and began rubbing the elf’s knees, which were imprinted by her chainmail. “Oooh. Do tell.”
(This is my fic, written for Iapetus. She has been having a rough time lately and you should show her some love. I’m so glad you liked it - Nanders is not one of my ships and I know I didn’t quite give you what you wanted!)
“Are you sure? With Fenris? We’re likely to end up with more casualties on our own side with those two.”
Hawke paused, considering it. “I suppose we could swing past Merrill’s place. Assuming she hasn’t actually started howling at the moon.”
Isabela punched him in the arm. “There is nothing wrong with Merrill. Come on, let’s find her. It’s closer to the Alienage from here, anyway.”
* * *
A runner had appeared in the clinic, very red faced, with a message to be at the alcove near the Chantry at high noon. Anders often received anonymous messages – not much point having a mage underground if you advertised – but they usually led to the Docks or somewhere equally seedy, where a man could undertake shady activities in the complete privacy of thousands of other people.
So he entered the square warily, avoiding the actual alcove and trying to pose as a lost Lowtowner enjoying the brilliant sunshine. He could not avoid scanning the area for templars or even guards, and he just about voided his bowels when a low voice far too close for comfort growled “Anders”.
He was trying to pretend that he hadn’t just jumped an inch into the air when the part of his brain responsible for managing knee-tremblers in darkened corridors recognised the voice. “Nathaniel.”
“I was wondering who would send me an anonymous note to meet in the town square at high noon. Never thought you went in for the cloak and dagger stuff,” the archer rasped, sounding like he’d been gargling with rusty nails.
Anders was about to say “I didn’t- “ when he had a flash of insight about who would go in for the cloak and dagger stuff, and why.
“Why don’t we get a drink, catch up? It’s been ages since I was able to talk to you without an emissary breathing down my neck. I know a place right nearby…”
Nate gave him a look that could have been a glare or a squint into the sun. “I’m sure it’s a complete coincidence that we’re right near the rear entrance to the Blooming Rose.”
“Hey, the Rose has a very well-stocked bar! I happen to know that - “ Nate held up a hand to stop Anders from enumerating every single liqueur including the green one that hadn’t been touched since Perrin Threnhold was a lad.
“My time in the wardens has given me an appreciation for not fucking around. Lead on.”
* * * *
Some hours later, his face stuck in Anders’ armpit and in that peculiar good mood that follows being firmly and vigorously fucked, Nate mused “It’s a good thing I can’t knock you up. You’d give birth to a giant beak.”
“Why do I have to be the one who gets knocked up?” Anders tried to joke, but it fell flat to his own ears, just another complaint of the long list of complaints he had since setting that barn on fire all those years ago. He turned awkwardly to face Nathaniel.
“What happened to us? You’ve turned into a merry jokester and I’ve become a humorless arsehole. Don’t pinch, you had a pole up your arse bigger than mine when we first met.”
Nathaniel brought a hand up to stroke Anders’ hair, matted and spiked from their exertions. “We don’t have much time.”
Ten years ago, Anders might have said “Well, yes, Madame Lusine is about to hurl us out bare-arsed unless we come up with another sovereign,” but now he just nodded. “The nightmares?” Nate shook his head.
“It’s more than that. With the darkspawn factions and the Veil tearing like a bride’s halfslip everywhere you look… the tinder’s been lit somewhere. Now we’re just waiting to see how long the fuse is.”
Anders went silent for a few seconds. When Nathaniel was just about starting to worry he finally said “People are going crazy here. Not just the normal “living in fear of oppression” crazy, the “my house is built right on top of a veil tear” crazy. I didn’t know non-mages could be possessed by demons… I mean, it makes sense if you think about it, but I don’t even get vindictive pleasure from it. It makes things just more… random.”
“Well, now I have something else to look forward to. Instead of a slow, wasting disease I can be immediately possessed by a desire demon. Lovely.”
Anders smiled. “Well, at least I can protect you from the desire demon.”
Oh my god this is fabulous. Thank you thank you!
“… You look -“
”- fine, I’m not saying anything.”
THE HAWKE MOD OF DOOM ON CALE HAHAHAHAHAHHAA
most probably he lost a bet with Bela and/or Fenris.