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treat yourself, hawke, you deserve it

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morrigan/gwydion - a summary

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If there's one thing I know about my Handers War AU prequel is that Nathaniel survives to the end of the war and finally gets to marry his lovely nurse lady, Corinne.

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Both Fenris and Anders GLOW BLUE and CARE ABOUT JUSTICE why can't they just GET ALONG like blue glowing little FREAKS should

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Maybe someone remembers an animated film "The Emperor's New Groove". There was one scene, which I drew with DA characters and don't regret it xD

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I have designed a wife for War Surgeon Nathaniel Howe

he is smitten with his lovely lady love, who he writes letters to every week, whose picture he looks at every day, who threatens him with ''if you die, i will bring you back and kill you again''

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Healing the Healer

Pairings: Anders/Male Hawke

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whump (mild), Love Confessions

Summary: Anders is seriously injured and out of mana, with only Hawke there to heal him before it's too late.

Read on Ao3

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Here's my @handers-time exchange gift for @goth-surana! I really loved your prompts. I kind of wanted to do all of them but this was what came out in the end! I hope you'll like it 💖

Pairing: Anders/Male Hawke Rating: M Words: 11,812 Tags/Warnings: Blood and Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Reaver Hawke, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Self-Destructive Behaviour, Alcohol Abuse, Self-Hatred, Implied Sexual Content, Hopeful Ending Summary: After coming close to killing the mage girl, Ella, Anders is in a bad way, consumed by guilt and shame and beginning to spiral. Hawke attempts to help him through it, while dealing with some of his own insecurities.

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My gift for @notomys-mordax-blog for the 2024 Handers Exchange (hosted by @handers-time - whom I thank for organising the event) 🌙

The "fancy evening but they are awkward" prompt captivated me - they are here just to shed feathers all over the place, really.

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Finally finished my piece for the Handers Gift Exchange!

This is my gift for @kittyoperas!

I'd never say no to a good ol' vampire!AU... especially if it's Anders the one who's self control is hanging by a thread ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

I had a lot of fun drawing these two sillies in love—

I hope you like it! ✨

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And then Hawke uses his favor as an eye patch 8D

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Tired 911 operator Karl Thekla answers his cellphone with 911 what’s your emergency

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Click for full res! 🐈

He deserves more joy and whimsy!!! 💖

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#the hawkeover would be fantastic #which member of the crew gets lost #my money is on carver (via the-stray-liger)

Oh it's absolutely Carver

Carver is missing

Hawke stole Sheriff Meredith's police car and ran it into a fountain

Merrill accidentally roofied the whole gang

Varric tries to smooth it all over with the local police department

Isabela counts cards in an attempt to get their ransom money

Aveline ends up accidentally married to someone she doesn't know despite being engaged to Donnic

Fenris is the one that ends up in the hospital with a mild concussion and some bruised ribs

DA2 Group AUs I need rn:

Ocean's Eleven (Hawke's Nine?)

The Hangover (The Hawkeover)

Dodgeball ("we have to save the hanged man")

Fast & Furious (buying their way in with stolen lyrium)

just gimme the full crew

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Happy Friday! How about “i just need to feel something.” for Fenders? ✨

@spicywarl0ck asked for the same prompt, and of course I was going for Fenders <3 Have some hurt/comfort, poetic angst this lovely Friday, for @dadrunkwriting

Killing Danarius was supposed to have been a turning point. A catharsis. 

For all the nights he fantasised about it, reality was plain and dull in comparison. 

Fenris only saw red for a while. It was betrayal, anger, the muscle memory of fighting, and the blood. Crimson soaking the metal of his armour, of his sword, through the wooden floor, and Danarius' robes. 

Adrenaline did not leave any room to feel ache, to feel hesitation or remorse. He simply wanted the fight to be over. The endless running from his past, the paranoia, the terror that shares the image of a magister with grey hair and silver eyes. He tore through Danrius’ limbs as a symbol of breaking his own invisible chains. It was done.

Then came the rush of wariness, unclear of the source, as if this couldn’t truly be the end. Was he a fool for believing Danarius is truly dead? Or was it still his vile voice in the back of his head, telling him that Danarius was too powerful to be harmed by him? 

Dealing with Varania only added confusion and uncertainty, and despite sparing her, he was overcome with grief. Grief for a mother he cannot remember, for decisions made by someone he was not any longer and would never become again. 

At the mansion, he drinks the bitter wine and wonders what freedom tastes like. Surely not this. His insides curl in disgust at the thought he’s doing something wrong – He should be celebrating. Rejoicing. 

But he feels– empty. 

The whirlwind of emotions he’s been through since morning have passed over him like a hurricane and left a broken, barren space. 

Of all the people he assumed would come to check up on him – The mage wasn’t even on the list. And yet, it’s Anders who walks into his room that night. 

“How do you feel?” 

It’s the one question he can’t answer, and suddenly he relishes a brief flash of anger. Not the emotion he wants, and not directed at the right person, but it’s a start. 

“Annoyed, now that you are here.” There isn’t enough malice in Fenris this late in the day, and Anders is unintimidated as a result. 

He takes the seat next to Fenris, eyes scanning him, searching for any noticeable injuries. As if whatever is broken in Fenris can be visible and fixed with a healer’s touch. 

“Am I not invited to the celebration then?” Anders mocks him in that blatant way he is used to, and the familiarity of it is at least welcome, even if Anders himself is not. 

Fenris offers him his bottle regardless, and Anders drinks from it, a long gulp that shows he does not care for the taste of it either. They can share it then.

Over the years, their differences seemed to be harder to quantify. They disagree on how mages should be treated. Vastly. And they are not friends. 

And yet. Who else is in Fenris’ mansion tonight? Who else could he imagine confiding in? 

Fenris did not feel loneliness until Anders joined him to drink. 

“I hoped for peace. I prepared for fury. I feel neither,” Fenris confesses, adjusting himself in his seat, considering digging the sharp claws of his gauntlets into his own skin just to see how Anders would react, if either of them would even flinch. “I just need to feel something.”

Anders places the bottle on the floor between them, before rising, to stand directly in front of Fenris. His tall form casts a shadow, but his face is unmistakingly honest. 

“Let me help,” he says, and leans down to kiss him.

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I only recently found out that not every combination of companions can even get inside Fort Drakon without violence.

And you're telling me that of all the possible combos, these clowns pretending to be twins WORKED?!