#mads/anders

[strigimorphaes]

did you see the insta reel of mathias vacek pretending to bite anders’ finger. do we have any thoughts about mads sharing his twink journalist boyfriend with his team (hashtag lovertrek)

You know what, I haven't thought about it but now im thinking. so with established healthy mads/anders thats reeeaaalllly good, just introduce your twink journalist bf to the team bus and have him passed around??? hot as hell. And also like, Mads as captain, what's-mine-is-yours and maybe a bit of objectification in it too, like Anders becomes a prize to have fun with that the team can earn...

BUT I was also struck by the idea of unrequited mads/anders where like... Mads has said in interviews that he's straight so it's easy for my brain to jump to a scenario where he really likes Anders but is unable to reciporate Anders' feelings, and he jokes around but the crush is just There between them...

So...

The club is humid and the lights are dim. Anders is sweating like the riders were when they were going up those mountains. Heavy droplets run down his back between his shoulder blades. The music is loud, but he only hears the bass thumping like his pulse in the back of his skull. There’s a warm, wide hand om his thigh, fingers digging into the seam of his pants. Sticky bodies on either side of him at the corner table. His head spins when he inhales the scent of them. He’s drunk, but they’re plastered. When he opens his eyes and looks up, he sees only Mads standing right in front of him, between his spread thighs. It was Mads' stupid idea. His invitation to the afterparty. His bets with his teammates, him telling them they have to do what he says, so kiss Anders. And the Lidl-Trek guys like having their fun with one of the journalists after being subjected to their questions and schedules for so long. Anders knows he’s the butt of the joke, that they think it’s ridiculous that he gets so red in the face, so flustered. Visibly frustrated, though they can't know it's because it’s so much like one of his fantasies and yet not enough.

His body’s liquified on the inside, nerves and desire sloshing around when Mathias grabs his chin and presses their mouths together. It’s duty for him, dry, but with a brief moment of parted lips. Anders is searching for an answer in it, finding nothing, and he looks at Mads not knowing what it means for them. Carlos grabs him by the hair, then, and Carlos likes it, kisses slow and steady like he’s actually into men, Anders can feel it, and on the other side of the table, Daan leans in, saying, “Pass him here next,” in a voice that makes Anders melt even more as they laugh at him.

“I need some fresh air,” Anders gasps, trying to extricate himself from the hands on his hips. “Please.”

A friendly pat on the shoulder. A push to his lower back. He staggers onto the dancefloor and finds it in himself to get a weak grip on Mads’ upper arm and pull him along.

Outside, it’s dusk. It’s a loud street, but Mads doesn’t look like he notices. He’s in a sweat-stained purple T-shirt with a bottle of beer held loosely in one hand, relaxed the way only someone who has accomplished all his goals can be. Confident and at ease.

“You’re mean to me,” Anders says, aware of how red he must be in his face, his cheeks hot to the touch. He leans on the wall next to Mads. His face is red, too, but just from the temperature and the alcohol in his system. Even so, doesn't look too different from when he’s at the finish line. Anders feels privileged that he gets to see Mads close up both as a professional athlete and like this. Few are so lucky.

“You’re staring again,” Mads says. He gently pinches Anders’ cheek – “You’re so fucking lovestruck that it looks dumb.”

“There’s just amore infinito in the air,” Anders jokes, though he knows it sounds hollow. He knows that Mads knows about his stupid, years-long crush. Mads finds it flattering in his own way. It's another sort of admiration, the stuff his ego thrives on. And, Anders thinks, it’s not like with women where Mads has got to dress up and win them over. Anders is already helpless. He'll take whatever Mads shows him. He always has.

“Amore, yeah," Mads says. "Would that make you happier?”

"What?"

"Because I can kiss you too, if it’d make you feel better.”

“You’re drunk,” Anders tells him, stern, but maybe it doesn’t sound entirely right when he has started slurring his words, too. And when he leans in because he's losing his balance. And when he knows it won’t get better or worse if Mads kisses him. It’ll just be another one of those moments, like when he accidentally touched Mads’ thigh through the skinsuit or when he came into the team bus to find Mads naked, like when they were younger and sat in the grass and Anders said he might like men, or like when their eyes met the first time Mads wore his engagement ring. Moments that burn. It's unbearable except when it isn't. The kiss is brief.

“You can tell them to keep going once we get back inside,” Anders says, and Mads nods. Anders will imagine that all their hands are Mads'.

[apostaterevolutionary]

Happy new year, everybody! I rang it in the funniest way I could think of

[flashhwing]

I do think revealing Varric and Hawke were together at the very end of da2 if you didn't romance anybody would've been so funny partially for the way it would essentially be forced on you. oh you didn't romance anyone? Actually you did, check mate.

[punch-love]

team would have blown up the chantry with anders and taken him out for drinks after

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

(not so) Fun Fact: RC added only 2 new canon Black MLIs throughout this entire year since May 2024—Grant and Zane (I won't count Volot because Anti-Black players can get rid of him—which btw is literally the entire point of Wolot's existence). Compare that to 15-16 new White MLIs: Tristan, James, Dragan, Tai, Aldir (he's a fling but still white and therefore highly requested by the fans), Merlin, Edward, Ralph, Abraham, possibly Hobello, Robert Dudley (apparently also a fling), Albert, Mads, Anders (another fling which begs the question—why are flings always white?) and Michael; also the masked blond guy from AN3 could be an LI (at the very least, the usual begging for The White Male LI has already started in regards to him) I'm sure it's all just a coincidence and definitely NOT a reflection of the unfair societal opinion and negative stereotypes about Black men. With White men, on the other hand, being idolized as perfect romantic leads in tons of romcoms and dramas. And some people in this fandom still have the audacity to complain about Black men ruining RC for them. You see, because of Black MLIs' existence they can no longer consider other options and have to choose The White Man of the story by default 🥺😭I guess the only acceptable number of Black male LIs to them is zero. "Only 2 Black MLIs in a whole year" is already two LIs too many in their opinion

[mylifeingotham]

[texaschainsawmascara]

Mads Mikkelsen, Retfærdighedens Ryttere (2020)

[etapereine]

[magilament]

ill be so honest. the original post to which these tags belong to was a joke but people decided to be specifically dense in the tags like some of them are this close to getting it but the others are about to call anders a bipolar terrorist over again. this is happening in the year of 2025. the cycle is complete. yes also the original post is about how other companions treat anders and lucanis but as always it cannot be helped that people project their own views into their 'opinions' about anders

it also seems like cheating to me to compare any of the companions from da2 to companions from dav because any of the da2 companions would seem like a huge arseholes if put into dav as they were. but in this particular case anders always gets the short end because yeah mentally ill people should be nice and kind to everyone in order to be treated like people i guess! love that this has not changed At All

[w0lfh00d]

Honestly, wtf bi0ware, why would you say Spite [Determination] isn't present during intimate times instead of leaving it ambiguous at least? WHY?

After having the exceptional marvel that is Justice [Vengeance]!?!?!

You want to tell me that SPITE WOULDNT BE THERE EITHER PARTICIPATING OR CHEERING ON!? [Maybe offering some tips and Lucanis is truly conflicted but not in a bad way, in a LET ME FOCUS MIERDA way.]

Let the spirit fuck

[glitterrosesnzz]

im so obsessed with set/hos/cara it's becoming a genuine problem. here's a tiny fic of the two of them.

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It started raining. Out of nowhere, seemingly, just a sudden downpour. Not even the leaves of the tree who's branch the two of them were sitting on was enough to keep the rain from falling down upon them.

Sethos had jumped a little, before remaining completely still, letting the rain splash over him-

Up until the Wanderer had grabbed his arm and harshly yanked him close enough that Sethos was practically in the other's lap, almost completely protected from the rain by the Wanderer's hat.

"So, is this what your hat is for?" Sethos asked, "Protection from the rain?"

"Tch." The Wanderer didn't give him an answer, instead avoiding eye contact with him, seemingly somewhat annoyed by the question. Sethos smirked at him- and then sniffled a little, rubbing his nose with his sleeve, which didn't do much considering his sleeve was already damp from rain water. The Wanderer looked back at him with an expression that was almost aghast. "Surely such a brief moment in the rainfall didn't make you sick already. Are you really that weak?"

"Haha, no, no, it's just, the change in temperature is making my nose b-buzz... hH-hHAt'SHu!!" Sethos jolted, sneezing into his hand, tiny sparks of electricity making the Wanderer startle, and it was only through the Wanderer quickly adjusting his hold that they didn't both go tumbling off of the tree branch. Gripping the other's shoulder for stability, Sethos couldn't help but notice that the Wanderer had tensed, almost like he was holding his breath... before relaxing again.

"...Pathetic." The Wanderer said, "One single tiny change in temperature is enough to make you humans- h-hey, wait, don't do it again-"

"Hh- hAH- HATt'Chuu!!" Sethos wasn't going to really get much choice in the matter, but he was a little too preoccupied to tell the Wanderer that. "HhAH- AT'Chuh!!"

"Hh'nNxtii!!"

Sethos paused in rubbing his nose to glance at the Wanderer- who now had his own nose pinched in between his fingers, his cheeks flushed slightly pink. Sethos slowly started to smirk at him again.

"What were you saying before?" Sethos asked, "Something about it being pathetic for me to be affected by something like a temperature change-"

"It was not, the change in temperature." The Wanderer slowly stopped pinching his nose, almost hesitatingly, like he wasn't sure whether or not his need to sneeze had actually gone away. Sethos couldn't help but take note of that, even as the Wanderer glared at him. "...It was nothing."

"It sure didn't sound like nothing." Sethos readjusted himself, the Wanderer grabbing hold of the other's arms to make sure that he didn't fall as Sethos shifted to face him. "It sounded like a sneeze to me."

"It wasn't. I don't sneeze."

"Are you sure? Cause it looks to me like your nose is twitching."

"It's not-"

"You completely sure that the temperature change isn't making your nose itch? Making it buzz, like, zzzz-" Sethos paused mid-sound effect as he noticed the other's eyes get a little bit hazy. "Woah, wait, is just talking about it making you start to-"

"No." The Wanderer's grip on Sethos' arms tightened ever so slightly. "Stop talking about it."

"But what if I wanna hear you sneeze again, huh?" Sethos said, nearly laughing at the expression that immediately crossed the Wanderer's face in response. "I was a little preoccupied at the time, obviously, so I couldn't really tell, but I think it sounded cute-"

"Cu- what, I didn't-"

Sethos' rolled his eyes at the Wanderer's angry stammering, before flicking a tiny bit of electricity at him, the way he normally did to slightly annoy the other-

Only this time it had another effect.

"Hih- hH'shKiu!!" With his hands gripping Sethos' arms to keep him steady, the Wanderer couldn't stifle, a burst of anemo energy tussling Sethos' hair. The Wanderer's hat got knocked slightly off balance, and Sethos had to quickly reach up and grab hold of it with one hand to keep it from falling off and exposing the both of them to the rain.

"See?" Sethos said, "Your sneeze is cute."

The Wanderer glared at him.

"I could drop you." He said, "I could drop you out of this tree right now."

"But you won't~"

[pondering-gales-left-orb]

Btw for Anders I despise the excuse that "Kirkwall broke him and made him who he is" as if if he lived somewhere else he wouldn't have come to the same conclusion. I actually reject it

Justice and Anders merged way before Kirkwall

Mages are oppressed everywhere

Circle annulment aka killing all the mages in the circle was a NORMAL practice to the point that an outsider (the warden) could just walk in and do it

The templars were shit in all of Thedas they abused the mages in every circle, in kirkwall they did it in broad daylight but they also acted the same everywhere we get this confirmed by every circle mage we meet

Anders was always gonna do something

he was always planning to do something every time he escaped he always had a plan to do something even in awaking

Oh also i reject the notion that Anders awakening and Anders DA2 are 2 different people no i believe one is the natural maturing of the other when you grow up in a world the keeps beating you up and bruising you taking away everything you loved it will change you and make you angrier causing you to feel like you have no worth and your self-sacrifice is the only thing that will ever help change things

also not to mention justice and all his complexities are there contained inside of Anders alongside all that.

the fact that Anders is strong enough to have control over a spirit inhabiting his body and not loose himself entirely to possession but rather be so strong that justice could only convince him to delay what he wanted and try the peaceful talking method for years before realizing he cant take over and trap Anders and that he can only meld together with him and become part of him rather than take over( maybe that why Nathaniel suggested Anders to host justice, he knew how strong Anders is and that he will never allow any kind of take over of his own soul and body)

Kirkwall "city of chains built on the blood of slaves" sure made it worse yes but it didn't cause Anders to do what he did. He was always a freedom fighter even before awakening happened (YES A FREEDOM FIGHTER NOT A T*RRORIST GET IT RIGHT WHY ARE YOU BOOTLICKING THE FICTIONAL MAGIC POLICE AND CHANTRY'S BOOTS)

Anders would have done it no matter where he was because as he says in the end there was never a chance for compromise they would have killed mages anywhere at any time for any reason and he knew that, he knew it ever since the moment they took him away from his mother as a kid.

[advancedessence]

Flickering Lights (2000)

[etapereine]

now what on earth. 🤨🤨

[helldritch6211]

If i re wrote red hood outlaws + arsenal n red would you want to see snippets of that or would you roast me on a pike?

[madsthedanishdream]

Behind the scenes of The Last Viking (Den Sidste Viking)