#janders

[fleurizo]

doodle dump practicing my simpler art style cuz whyyy not :pp

they’ve literally already filled up my ibispaintx gallery jeez

just fyi im gonna be drawing them doing stuuupid shenanigans ALOT. its kinda my brand and i sincerely apologise in advance

ALSO I KEEP FORGETTING SANDERS WEARS GLOVES ACK

[tobythewise]

Here's another DAtober prompt! This fill is Bound featuring Justice/Anders and my own take on a certain canon fantasy that Anders talks about. Enjoy!

Anders doesn’t remember falling asleep but there’s no mistaking the green, fuzzy edges of his consciousness. He’s clearly dreaming, walking through the Gallows. The place is completely empty, not a single soul lingering. As much as he revels in the fact that there’s not a Templar in sight, there’s also an uneasiness. Where are the mages? Where is everyone?

He continues to walk, looking up at the towering statues that line the courtyard. A shiver runs through him at the depictions of slaves. 

They will not have you. 

Anders thinks about Justice’s words and lets them sink beneath his skin, comforting him even in a cold place like this. 

Thinking of Justice, Anders can’t help but wonder where his fade spirit is. Since he’s walking through a dream, it would be easy for the two to converse like they used to before they were merged. He misses speaking face to face with Justice but he wouldn’t trade what’s happened for anything. They are one. Justice won’t decay and Anders will never be alone again. 

“There he is! Stop that mage!”

Anders startles, looking around and finding a handful of Templars bearing down on him. He turns to run but there’s already someone there, standing in his way. His heart begins to race, his eyes darting everywhere. 

No. 

They can’t have him. They’ll never have him!

Anders reaches for his staff but a strong grip wraps around his wrist, stopping him. He’s trapped and no matter how much he shouts or kicks or fights, it’s all too much. 

“You’ll have the brand!”

“No!”

A voice rings out through the Gallows. The Templars all pause, turning towards the voice. Anders stares, his heart leaping into his throat. An armored warrior makes his way down the stairs, a sword in his hand. He points the sword at Anders. 

“He is mine. You will not have him, Templar scum!”

The figure is alight with blue energy, a shining beacon of hope in an otherwise downcasted place. Anders can’t pull his eyes away as his savior fights his way through the Templars, cutting them down one by one without waning, without slowing down. 

He’s not sure if it’s an hour or a second, but eventually, everyone is dead but Anders and his savior. 

“Thank you for saving me,” he says, his voice shaky in his own ears. “May I look upon the face of my savior so I may properly thank them?”

The helmet is removed, revealing Anders’ own face, bathed in blue. “I hope this is acceptable. It is how I see myself.”

Anders is filled with warmth and affection. Justice is playing out the fantasy Anders once spoke to Hawke about. 

“You’re beautiful,” Anders says, barely above a whisper, placing a hand on Justice’s face and guiding him into a soft kiss. His knight. His savior. His partner. 

“As are you. We have bound ourselves, body and soul, together. You will never know fear again if I can help it.”

Anders believes him. 

[sky-fire-forever]

a prompt for justice/anders this Friday!

Thank you for the prompt! A late fill for @dadrunkwriting

Anders has struggled with nightmares for as long as he can remember. Even before the Circle, he'd wake up in the middle of the night in a sweat and with a scream on his lips. Nightmares about his mother being taken away from him by illness or accident. Nightmares about his father finally killing him for whatever dark thing inside of him frightens the man so terribly. Nightmares upon nightmares stretching back and back into the depths of his memory.

They only got worse in the Circle. He had more nightmarish memories to draw from: memories of gauntleted hands on his fragile skin, of the sneer on his father's face as they dragged him away, and of his mother’s teary eyes as she stood by and let them. 

Dreams of his Harrowing poisoned his sleeping mind. In sleep, his imagination ran wild, coming up with more and more horrific possibilities of what the templars could do to him. After a year in solitary, he'd wake up still believing that he was in that cramped cell, still talking to himself and begging for release. 

He hated that cell. Nothing hurt worse than being alone, unsure of what's real and what his broken mind was creating to entertain him. He's fairly certain they locked him up thinking he'd eventually give in to the demons that promised to free him. 

Sometimes he has nightmares about that too.

Even after he escaped for the final time, the nightmares never ceased. Only now, they were accompanied by visions of darkspawn and strange music and the horrible inevitability of a painful death.

The worst part was always waking up alone. Alone and afraid, with the memories of whatever he'd seen still clinging to his skin.

He doesn't wake up alone anymore. 

There's something different about waking up from the cold embrace of nightmares now. There's still the panic, the fear seeping into his bones, but he's reassured almost immediately by a presence deep inside of him. 

Justice. 

Justice warms him, reassuring him that the nightmare gas passed, that he's alive and free and safe. 

Or at least as safe as an apostate can be. 

This nightmare is particularly unpleasant. Images of his father's disapproving face flood Anders’ mind until the scene shifts to Hawke declaring that Anders is an abomination that needs to be locked up. Needs to be made safe for others to be around. As Hawke holds up the brand of Tranquility, Anders screams.

He's still screaming when he wakes up with a start, chest heaving and sweat drenching the sheets. He immediately presses his hand to his chest, feeling his own rapid heartbeat thundering inside of him. 

The presence appears as it always does, reassuring and grounding. Anders watches his veins light up with a dim blue glow, illuminating the cramped space of the room. 

“I'm here,” Justice says from the recesses of their shared mind. “They will not take you from me.”

Even the possessiveness is comforting. Even if no one else will protect Anders, will save him, he knows that Justice will. Not just for his own sake, but for Anders’ too. 

Anders’ breathing starts to even out and the world stops spinning. He blinks away the images of Hawke with the brand, pushing it from his mind. Hawke would never do that to him. 

“I would not allow it,” Justice assures.

Anders can't help smiling just a bit. “I know,” he says aloud. “Thank you.”

He hugs himself and maybe he's hugging Justice too. 

[fiharri]

— lovingly tracing the other's scars for Hawke/Anders

~lordgoretash

Using Jaylin Hawke (she/her) here as usual! Thank you for the prompt.

@dadrunkwriting

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"And this one?"

"Smuggling incident. Things got dicey with the guard and they caught me in the side. Nasty." Jaylin's eyes followed as Anders' fingers ran along the darkened mark running over her midsection.

"You've lived an active life, Jay." Anders had a certain levity to his voice that Jaylin had learned to appreciate as much as any other part of her love. He took scars in stride the same way he took damage.

"You have too, o grey warden." Jaylin laughed, her unbound chest bouncing with it. Only wearing a night slip was comforting and intimate in the best sort of way. Being intimate with someone who wasn't blood family was foreign to a Hawke, but it was wonderful.

Anders chuckled, and it was a dark laugh, as he said, "My marks are all on the inside." His hand still followed the many intersecting lines on her midsection, walking over them as if they were some kind of beautiful artwork.

"My poor baby." Jaylin laughed teasingly, making a false pout with her bottom lip.

"Here I was, enjoying a lovely time with my partner, and now I am being mocked." Anders rolled his eyes dramatically and spread out a hand on Jaylin's belly, pressing and rolling his head back to really accentuate the whole moment.

"You can be such a brat." Jaylin let her eyes settle on Anders and just took in what it was to have him there, next to her. The circumstances that had contrived to bring them together.

"Says the pot to the kettle."

Jaylin leaned over and pressed her lips to Anders', savoring every sensation of the moment. "Touché."

[eliotbaum]

more CoS Kosta doodles out of context

[anae-art]

Day 27 - Tome

A little wink to people who have read Vampire of the Mist

(Prop list is from @crowholtz )

[flakyaster]

[arichtelus]

comm for my DM, CoS token.

Jander Sunstar, the Abbot of Krezk. some homebrew changes from my DM.

[emmfairy]

this disaster of a man never ceases to baffle me. Strahd is really out here demanding to have his favorite monopoly game token every time

[alice-loves-the-freaks]

Do we fw them

(please say yes please say yes please say yes)

[zheblii]

Haven't posted on tumblr for a bit whoopsies

Anyways MORE OF THE MUSIC FREAKS FURRY ART DUMPS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Day 5: Logic Has Not Yet Reached Her

(Merrill x Marian Hawke, Justice x Anders)

Hawke has been invited back to Merrill’s house for Wintersend. She doesn’t want to go alone. As a result, Anders and Justice are dragged along to be spectators to an afternoon of watching their first friend in Kirkwall pine after a blood mage.

Written for the @loveofdragonage and @andersweek2025 events!

[fairyofspringdays]

Wow I love lesbians

[kaiju-kin]

Free my man Giskard, he did all of that but I don't care

[fiharri]

welcome to DADWC!! how about some f!Hawke x Anders (my loves) + “Can we just make a decision? Please?”

happy writing <3

-inquisimer

Thank you for the welcome! And absolutely. This will use Jaylin Hawke, mage and she/her.

This is for @dadrunkwriting!

"But would it be proper to go in armor?" Jaylin had three outfits laid out on the bed. Her armor, her nicest dress, and a dress that was halfway between formalwear and mage robes. She had been staring at them for the better part of an hour now.

Anders was there too. He had been staring at Jaylin, amazed at her ability to be indecisive.

When they were out saving the city, or deciding the fates of apostate mages, there was no question in her ability to act. But when it came to matters of the household? Or of the wardrobe?

"It would be proper to go in something," Anders finally said. "Can we just make a decision? Please?"

"I don't knoooooow." Jaylin walked over to the bed and promptly face-planted onto what little free space there was.

Anders laughed, found a place to sit at her side, and rubbed her shoulder with one hand. "It's a ball, isn't it? Wear the dress, it looks great on you."

"But won't they be expecting armor? From me given all the…adventuring stuff?"

"Or they'll expect you to dress like a fancy lady. A hot fancy lady."

Jaylin swatted up at Anders with one hand, and he dodged with ease given her lack of looking at him.

"Fine. Dress."

"Good job, love." Anders leaned down and kissed the back of her head. "You've finally done it."

"Meh meh mehmeh meh."

[thefandomenchantress]

i dunno if you've watched the pokémon anime, but your interpretation really reminds me of brock!! he's crazy over girls, but he's also a responsible adult and good at taking care of ash and misty

(on that note, i interpret jake as ash and zander as misty, just saying heh... (very subtly pushing my jander agenda))

Woah, I never thought of that! I’ve only ever watched part of season one years ago, so I don’t remember too much. But from reading, I think you may be very right haha, which makes sense since I remember him being my favorite. Both are kind of an idiot and a little (a lot) girl-crazy, but somehow also weirdly responsible.

A good example would be that I imagine Liam being the one to drive Henry and Drew most of the time, and he just sounds like such a tired Mom when he tells Drew for the millionth time that no, he is not going to go more than five over the speed limit and risk a speeding ticket just because they’re two minutes late. And then begs Henry to stop messing with the radio for five seconds (Henry waits six seconds then goes back to messing with it).

Also, when Henry spits out his lettuce juice on Liam during Jake’s speech over the intercom, we cut back to Liam being clean of it very soon after. That’s not enough time for him to go all the way to the bathroom sink and back, but it is enough time for him to take out the wipes he’s forced to carry around because Henry is incapable of not making a mess wherever he goes and wiping it off of his face. I rest my case.

(Also I feel like Henry and Liam would totally reference the infamous jelly donut moment from the Pokémon anime all the time and be like “wow there’s nothing better than a jelly-filled donut” at a food that is. Clearly not a donut. And Drew will look at them like they’re insane while Jake laughs).