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what's a dragon age 2

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“I’ll hold on to you, Hawke. Till the very end”

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Gloomy and glowing

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I think Anders deserves to be scary and feral. As a treat. This was inspired by one of my @dacreateathon teammates saying I'M GOING TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THE BLIGHT MAKING ANDERS FERAL and the very thought triggered something in my brain. Please do zoom in to see his spooky scary eyes. ❤️

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I forgot to post my @dacreateathon Dragon Age 2 - Disco Elysium crossover portaits how dare I!

These were inspired by @dismalzelenka 's RIDICULOUSLY good DA2/DE crossover fic Dog Days of Disco. If you are a fan of both GO READ IT.

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Karl for @oftachancer

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"kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s"

Gimme fenhanders pile 🔫

YOU GOT ITTT. One (1) serving of Fenhanders, coming right up.

Written for @dadrunkwriting

Rated: M | Words: 453

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“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” Anders purred, fixing Fenris with his feline gaze.

The blond was nestled in Hawke’s lap, pinning him to the sofa with slender thighs. Hawke’s hands slipped up his shirt, drawing out a shiver when his lips met his throat. Anders’ eyelids fluttered, his breath stuttering as Hawke kissed an aching path north, but he didn’t tear his gaze away.

Fenris blushed, growing warm at the tips of his ears. He felt like an intruder, peering behind the curtain of intimacy. Their intimacy – Hawke and Anders’ – threaded together like a red string of fate. Not his to partake in; only to observe, surreptitiously, like a cub without a pack. 

“No,” he managed, shifting uncomfortably on the edge of the sofa. Anders’ mouth bloomed with a smile, his eyes glinting in the dim lighting. 

“That’s sweet,” Anders chuckled, low and throaty, finally breaking eye contact. He threaded fingers through Hawke’s beard, tilting his chin up until their lips met in a fierce crush. Fenris felt all the air suck out of the room, his face burning as he watched Hawke’s pink tongue slip into Anders’ mouth. Watched as Anders opened up for him, moaning softly in his lap. Watched as they kissed so desperately, his body moulded into Hawke’s as if it belonged there. 

Because it did. Anders belonged to Hawke, and Hawke belonged to Anders. Fenris belonged to no one, and never had. Despite the aching stiffness between his legs, his stomach flipped. He swallowed thickly, tearing his gaze away, suddenly overwhelmed with the cold bite of reality. 

Without warning, a hand closed around his arm, tugging him roughly. His eyes snapped back to the pair, who had broken their kiss, and were peering at him with lidded, hungry eyes. Fenris blinked between Anders and Hawke, both palpably flush with want. With need. Anders’ nimble fingers slid up his jaw, pulling him closer, toward Hawke, who gently cupped his other cheek. 

Fenris’ heart stopped when Hawke closed the space between them, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss. His mouth was swollen, warmed up by Anders, yet so impossibly gentle that Fenris froze. His mind roiled with disbelief as Hawke thumbed his cheek, adding slightly more pressure to the kiss, and his eyes slipped shut.

Fenris had hoped it would be Hawke, after aching for him so badly that it added weight to his steps. He melted into that first kiss, wondering if he was doing it right. Yet the thought evaporated when he felt Anders’ feathery lips on his pulse, drawing out a sigh that Hawke drank down, and, for the first time in his life, Fenris slotted into place. 

Into them.

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hello hello and happy friday! maybe the sensory prompt of "The tender ache when you press against bruises" for whoever seems to fit :')

Thank you for this prompt from May 2024 for @dadrunkwriting. time flies, doesn't it?

There is always a strange quietness to the aftermath of a battle. If you can call it a battle. Fenris cleans the blood off his blade with some sand and a cloth, looking around the area. Bandits, they were, mostly inexperienced and stupid. Three ran away, three died quickly, and the last one standing had been the only competent one, it took longer to get past his grenades to kill him, but he also died, eventually. It is his blood Fenris cleans off his sword. 

"I'm gonna scout out a place to camp," Hawke announces. Varric follows her with a nod towards Fenris. Always her shadow, watching her. Once he may have likened this to slave behaviour, scoffing at it, but now he sees it as trust and loyalty. He has learned.

He has learned about friendship, about trusting each other. Friends who have earned his loyalty, especially one. Looking around, he searches for the mage, worried now. It is unlike Anders to be quiet for so long. 

"Mage?" He calls out. A groan guides him into the right direction. Hidden behind rocks and brambles, he finds Anders, leaning against a boulder.

"You found me," Anders says, closing his eyes. A bruise is blooming around his left eye. "Are you hurt?"

"I would ask you the same," Fenris says as he crouches down next to Anders. 

"Oh yeah, one of the bastards kicked me well and good, and nearly pulled my arm from the socket." He moves his arm, wincing. 

"Why do you ask about my injuries, when you should heal yours?"

Anders gives him a lopsided smile. "See, that's just the thing, that last asshole had some kind of magebane smokebomb, or whatever it was. Never seen anything like it. Points for ingenuity, I give him that." He flicks his fingers. "No magic."

Fenris moves closer, settling down on his knees. "Will it come back?"

"Yes, magebane is not that stable, I just have to wait, sweat it out or something." He glances at Fenris. "Sorry if that is a disappointment."

"It is not." Fenris puts his hand on Anders' cheek, making him look at him. "I do not wish for you to be without your magic." 

"That's a relief." He moves, hisses when Fenris' fingers press on the bruise on his face. Fenris pulls his hand away, but Anders stops him. "It's fine."

"But I'm hurting you." 

Anders leans into Fenris' hand. "It's just a tender ache. I may have a thing for a little pain, sometimes." 

"A tender ache, you say?" Fenris cannot deny how much this admission turns him on. He leans closer, letting his hand press on Anders' bruised shoulder, his gauntlets digging into his skin. 

Anders hisses, his back arching. "Keep it gentle." He grins at Fenris. "Kissing would help." 

Kissing Anders is not a chore. Fenris catches Anders' lips, pressing his weight against him, marveling at the way he opens up for him, melting into him. As their tongues brush, Fenris strokes his thumb over the bruise at his eye, applying just a little bit of pressure. 

Anders moans into his mouth, "You magnificent bastard. You just wait till I have healed everything, I want to do so many things with you."

Fenris leans back, stroking over the bruise. It is deep blue and purple, the edges fethering out in pink. "Can you keep this one a little longer?"

Blue light glitters up Anders' arm. He smiles, his hand glowing as he heals his shoulder. Taking Fenris' hand, he presses a kiss to his palm. "I will keep it until the morning." 

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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I love Dragon Age fandom because you’ll see “DA2 is the worst game in the series” and “there was no more Dragon Age after DA2” in a span of two reblogs and the users are, like, mutuals

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too late for mermay but who cares mermaids should be year round fight me

anyway

mermanders and ser chomps-a-lot (he's a tiger shark)

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"anders will always love his cause more than you" and? that's hot as fuck

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we'll fight like twenty armies and we won't give up.

put the anime elf back in an anime or so help me. this was one of the sets i had in mind a couple of months ago when i was like ‘eeehh can i justify buying an ipad’, and let me tell you i hit my procreate layer limit on that last shot (lineart, colour, two layers of combination shadow and highlight - one of which is animated - separate layer for tattoos so i could make them glow in after effects, thirty individual hand drawn frames). and then the movement still looks stiff, lmao. the number of hours that went into this is obscene, but i’m really proud of it.

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Fenris spread page

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quick break in Elysium