Just fell off the boat from Ferelden, a good thing too this place needs all the help it can get.

(( Anders Anders Anders. Shorts and ficlets. Free writing fun here so be easy I don't edit I just type and post.))

24th March 2013

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kjfern:

Awakened Wardens by ~Aldriann

kjfern:

Awakened Wardens by ~Aldriann

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24th March 2013

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beastmasterzelasmetallium:

There was some fodder a few weeks back where some peeps got upset on tumblr that Anders would + friend you if you turned Fenris back to Danarius. Well, it goes both ways, apparently  except Fenris wants Anders dead/tranquil/something. 
If you take Fenris with you into the fade with Anders during Night Terrors and side with the sloth demon, causing Justice to turn against the entire party, you will result in gaining friendship points from Fenris even though an innocent life is at stake, and I am not talking about Anders.

beastmasterzelasmetallium:

There was some fodder a few weeks back where some peeps got upset on tumblr that Anders would + friend you if you turned Fenris back to Danarius. Well, it goes both ways, apparently  except Fenris wants Anders dead/tranquil/something. 

If you take Fenris with you into the fade with Anders during Night Terrors and side with the sloth demon, causing Justice to turn against the entire party, you will result in gaining friendship points from Fenris even though an innocent life is at stake, and I am not talking about Anders.

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24th March 2013

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spicyshimmy:

lambylingames:

aw yea guess what song from which soundtrack i was listening to all night

His first night in Kirkwall, he still wore it. The earring. Frivolous, cold band of metal that it was. As though anything could really be whole and round without devouring itself end to end. As though circles were more than the empty space within, more than the line drawn around the circumference. 
But he knew what circles were. What they were more than. That he was more than their empty space within, more than the line drawn around the circumference. 
His first night in Kirkwall, he seemed to have come full circle. 
He missed laughing, however shallow the sound, at a good pun now and then. 
There were rats in Darktown. He was in a place called Darktown. To begin with, that wasn’t very promising. To end with, there were rats and it was Darktown. And someone moaning outside in an alley. And the sense that all things had drawn on and on toward their inevitable beginning-end. To be a healer, there had to be someone to heal. If there was someone to heal, there was someone to hurt. And so on and so forth. And the rat nibbling at the food or food waste-product smeared across the toe of his boot. 
His first night in Kirkwall, he closed his eyes to the drumming sound behind the lids. He saw, faintly, against the darkness—naturally—of Darktown, that there was the strangest of light veining the shadows. Little flickers of promise and hope. Not gold at all, you see, but true white light, rimmed in fiercest blue. Vein after vein that steadied his pulse. 
He was in a place called Darktown. And someone had to burn. A torch. An emblem. A beacon. One bright light. 
‘At least I have the kindling,’ he said, rubbing the feathers on his shoulders. 
Only that wouldn’t do. He’d have to become more—burn long, not just burn bright. So he made himself a little torch to see by. He hung a lantern over an abandoned door. He rubbed his hands together and dragged an empty chest for donations across the floor, the rats watching. The darkness watching. There was nothing inside that chest. Nothing to plant; nothing to grow. He had no idea what would come, drawn by the light. What moths would flutter; what else would kindle. 
His first night in Kirkwall, he bowed his head. He took out the earring and left it in the empty box. In the morning, it was gone. 
The way of all circles. 
An empty ‘oh, no.’ 

spicyshimmy:

lambylingames:

aw yea guess what song from which soundtrack i was listening to all night

His first night in Kirkwall, he still wore it. The earring. Frivolous, cold band of metal that it was. As though anything could really be whole and round without devouring itself end to end. As though circles were more than the empty space within, more than the line drawn around the circumference.

But he knew what circles were. What they were more than. That he was more than their empty space within, more than the line drawn around the circumference.

His first night in Kirkwall, he seemed to have come full circle.

He missed laughing, however shallow the sound, at a good pun now and then.

There were rats in Darktown. He was in a place called Darktown. To begin with, that wasn’t very promising. To end with, there were rats and it was Darktown. And someone moaning outside in an alley. And the sense that all things had drawn on and on toward their inevitable beginning-end. To be a healer, there had to be someone to heal. If there was someone to heal, there was someone to hurt. And so on and so forth. And the rat nibbling at the food or food waste-product smeared across the toe of his boot.

His first night in Kirkwall, he closed his eyes to the drumming sound behind the lids. He saw, faintly, against the darkness—naturally—of Darktown, that there was the strangest of light veining the shadows. Little flickers of promise and hope. Not gold at all, you see, but true white light, rimmed in fiercest blue. Vein after vein that steadied his pulse.

He was in a place called Darktown. And someone had to burn. A torch. An emblem. A beacon. One bright light.

‘At least I have the kindling,’ he said, rubbing the feathers on his shoulders.

Only that wouldn’t do. He’d have to become more—burn long, not just burn bright. So he made himself a little torch to see by. He hung a lantern over an abandoned door. He rubbed his hands together and dragged an empty chest for donations across the floor, the rats watching. The darkness watching. There was nothing inside that chest. Nothing to plant; nothing to grow. He had no idea what would come, drawn by the light. What moths would flutter; what else would kindle.

His first night in Kirkwall, he bowed his head. He took out the earring and left it in the empty box. In the morning, it was gone.

The way of all circles.

An empty ‘oh, no.’ 

Tagged: dragon age 2andersfanartreblog ficuh oh anders feelings coming on strong

Source: lambylingames

24th March 2013

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zimrathon:

Mmmm, chesthair mods.

zimrathon:

Mmmm, chesthair mods.

Tagged: dragon age awakeningNathaniel Howedragon agescreenshotsscreencapsmmmmyesmodsmoddinghowe u doinerika mods DAO

24th March 2013

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oohmisteranders:

LMFAO I completely forgot I had swapped Alistair’s head with Anders’ ahahaha I was so confused. “WTF why does Alistair have a po—ooohhhhh. That’s why.”

also lol at tags being broken for secondary blogs, this just means I don’t have to care about flooding them with my lame nerdy shit 8D

Tagged: dragon age awakeningDAADragon AgeAndersAnderstairScreencaps

24th March 2013

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24th March 2013

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autumnyte:

darktown-medic asked a question:  ♥Me♥

Anders? I ship you with a lot of people. (Sorry about that?)

  • Nathaniel Howe
  • Warden! Carver Hawke
  • Nathaniel + Warden! Carver
  • Justice (yes, I know)
  • Justice + Nathaniel
  • Isabela
  • The Warden
  • Sometimes Hawke, but I am more about you being BFFs with a one-sided unrequited crush (sorry)

I so do approve of this list. Nathaniel and Justice huh? You know there was this one time in the Keep……… 

24th March 2013

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kjfern:

Dragon Age 2: It’s All About Justice by ~black-number-one

kjfern:

Dragon Age 2: It’s All About Justice by ~black-number-one

Tagged: andersJusticeDragon Age IIFan ArtCat

24th March 2013

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cats-on-flying-bikes:

by ~GIVEthemHORNS

cats-on-flying-bikes:

by ~GIVEthemHORNS

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24th March 2013

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kjfern:

48 by ~GIVEthemHORNS

kjfern:

48 by ~GIVEthemHORNS

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24th March 2013

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felspar:

Sassy Gay Hawke by ~jakface

Anders. Look at your life. Look at your choices.

felspar:

Sassy Gay Hawke by ~jakface

Anders. Look at your life. Look at your choices.

Tagged: andersDragon Age IIHawkefanartparodyI'm just going to leave this here*cackles and flaps off into the night*

24th March 2013

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calenhad-hawke:

46 by GiveThemHorns (DeviantArt ~ Tumblr)

calenhad-hawke:

46 by GiveThemHorns (DeviantArt ~ Tumblr)

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22nd March 2013

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Day 22: Favorite NPC

taurenette:

I decided to do this one because it’s a no-brainer.

Sandal of course.

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How can someone not love Sandal’s sweet face and his ever useful (mysterious) Sandal runes?

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It still makes me smile when I see him in a roomful of dead darkspawn and no explanation to how it all happened, except..

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Tagged: da230 Day Dragon Age ChallengeDA:Osandalnpcenchantment!

22nd March 2013

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Tagged: da2Monty Python and the Holy GrailHahahaGIF

22nd March 2013

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