Anders - Blog Posts
Source: biggayhawke
my dumbass hawke would certainly propose while bleeding right after a battle
not pictured: anders whacking hawke on the head with his staff and then immediately hugging him and crying and saying yes. a new wave of enemies recognize the touching moment, turning away behind them
DA Ser Pounce-a-lot by *sandara
“You had a cat named Ser Pounce-a-lot? In the Deep Roads?”
“He was a gift. A noble beast. Almost got ripped in half by a genlock once. He swatted the bugger on the nose. Drew blood, too. The blighted Wardens said he made me too soft. I had to give him to a friend in Amaranthine.”
modern!Anders labeling Ser Pounce-a-lot's favorite box 'Fort Asshole' (I think every person owned by a cat has done this)
Pounce doesn’t seem to mind. (Click for Anders HQ. | Art requests are open!)
Hawke: hi anders how are you Anders: just a *BOMB* Hawke: ...man
I might do a more interesting Lily (CD-Call) post later related to Dragon Age/Mass Effect, but for now I’ll settle for a nice and simple one.
It’s objectively really funny that Lily is apparently an Ander’s defender, like certified Angsty White Boy hater Lily fuckin Orchard picked the funniest Angsty White Boy to make an exception for. Like she could’ve gone on about awful he is the same way she does for guys like Hunter and most people’s response would’ve been “Oh you hate the guy who makes everything a thousand times worse for everybody, especially mages??. Yeah that makes sense, that’s fair.”
I mean I know it’s because Lily sees the mages the same way she sees the Krogan, as just innocent oppressed victims who are 100% justified in any extreme violent action even if it’s objectively a bad move that makes everything worse. And also, she likes being a contrarian cause it let her pretend like she has an original opinion/thought.
I ! am ! finally ! done ! This was one of those were you go, eh, I’ll start it, I’ll doubt I’ll finish it, but whatever. So here’s Anders, kudos to @timesorceror again, for making this a thing.
Long story short someone on my dash was doing beautiful screenshots of Anders in Dragon Age so I had to do a redraw. But I don’t have the time to finish it today. SO another wip. (also I ‘ll look for the person doing the screenshots tomorrow).
Dreamt about Anders last night after drinking a cup of melatonin tea, drinking two cups tonight. Please come back dream Anders, I miss you
My dragon age 2 relapse continues and has inflitrated my daily sketches
dragon age as tweets pt. 3
enjoy
IT'S FRIDAY ASTER!! I come begging for some Kallian Tabris & Daveth pretty please! With the prompt "(Lure) Silent beckoning of the forest" from the Eerie Vague Autumn prompts, please??? (It's always Halloween in my heart, okay LOL)
HAPPY FRIDAY NIRI AND HAPPY MARCH HALLOWEEN!!! 💖
thank you for the prompt! this was my first time writing awakening-era kallian :) not quite sure if i really filled the prompt lmao but i enjoyed it anyway! (apologies in advance.)
rated t. kallian tabris & daveth for @dadrunkwriting. 811 words. creepiness.
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"Something's wrong," Kallian muttered, holding out her arm to stop her companions.
"It's just the Blackmarsh," Nathaniel replied, his voice low. It was an eerie place, full of fog and cricketing bugs, and they'd each fallen silent without discussion as they crossed into its boundaries.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kallian remarked, impatient as she turned to inspect him. They hadn't quite gotten used to each other yet. When Kallian looked at him, she saw his father who'd sold her people into slavery. When Nathaniel looked at her, he saw his father's murderer, the one who'd disgraced his family name.
"My... family used to tell me stories of this place," he said, stepping forward and waiting for her to carry on. "It's haunted."
"The Veil here is thin," Velanna interrupted, clutching to her staff tightly.
"Great," Kallian grumbled.
"Nothing our fearless leader can't handle," Anders grinned. She forced a smile back, but he reminded her too much of Alistair for it to be genuine. She hadn't seen him for weeks.
"Just be on your guard," she said, drawing her sword and hefting her shield into place.
Within the hour; the marshlands had separated them.
"Shit," Kallian hissed, stumbling past another tree she'd been sure was one of her Wardens. Travelling with them was incredibly different to what she was used to. They were not her friends, and they never would be. She was their Warden-Commander. Their Duncan. She'd brought them into this forsaken place, and it was her responsibility to get them out.
"Anders?" she called, suppressing the shiver that ran through her at the prospect of raising her voice. With any luck, her Wardens would be the only ones who heard her.
"Velanna?" She would have plenty to say when they did reunite, Kallian was sure of that. She reminded her of Morrigan. The thought made her grit her teeth. If her best friend hadn't run off as soon as she could, Velanna's disappointment and scathing remarks might have been a fond reminder.
"Nathaniel?" There was still no answer.
The Blackmarsh was suffocating in its darkness. The tall, willowy trees forbade moonlight, and she'd stupidly been relying on the mages for light. It had barely been something she'd needed to think about before, between Morrigan, Wynne, and Shale.
Every twig that snapped underfoot was a painful buzz at the back of her neck. She felt like she was being watched.
She missed Ciarth.
"Kallian?"
She spun around at the sound of her name. There was no one there. Her breath came quick, pluming ahead of her like campfire smoke but not half as comforting.
"Oh, you bastard," she whispered shakily, her wide eyes wildly darting from side-to-side. Demons, spirits, whatever it was... she hated it.
Kallian slowly pivoted back, ready to press on and find her group.
A scream tore through her throat without mercy. She staggered backwards, tripping over a sprawling root and landing in a heap on the wet ground.
As she'd turned, she'd been nose to nose with an impossibility.
"D-Daveth?" she whimpered, gaping in horror.
He stared at her. It wasn't him, it couldn't have been, she knew it. If not for the fact he'd died over a year ago – he wasn't smiling. Daveth was always smiling.
"Kallian," he said, and Maker, did it sound like him. She'd thought that voice was familiar.
He sounded strange, though. There was no laughter in his voice, no hint of a joke ready to go.
Dried blood drenched the lower half of his face, and his nose sat at an odd angle.
She knew it wasn't him. But for the life of her, she couldn't tear her eyes away.
"How did you do it?" he asked, standing stock still. For a moment she thought he was talking about the archdemon, and panic throbbed in her chest once again at the thought of anyone finding out about Morrigan's ritual. Of her part in it.
"Do–"
"Let me die?"
A lump stuck in her throat, and tears quickly flooded to her eyes.
"I–"
"Why didn't you help me?"
"Daveth–"
"And now you've forgotten me."
Her hand flew to her Warden's amulet. She'd scratched his name and Jory's on the back of it almost as soon as she'd gotten it.
"No," she whispered, struggling to her feet despite the sickness in her stomach threatening to spill over. This was the Gauntlet all over again.
When she stood, her sword shaking in her hand, Not-Daveth still stared at the spot she had been. His eyebrows pinched upwards, his head tilted slightly. He looked unbearably sad.
He wasn't real. Not a ghost either. Daveth was gone. She had to say something to vanquish whatever demonic magic was at work.
Kallian drew in a deep breath.
"Fuck off."
A rustle of leaves.
"Commander?"
She turned to see who it was.
When she looked back; Daveth was gone again.
Happy Friday Aster!!! intrigued by ❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜ from the for the damaged prompts - for maybe Kallian Tabris & Duncan? 👀 OR Kallian Tabris / Anders unrequited? 👀👀👀
ohhhhh this one is so good, thank you for the prompt!! i might revisit this for kallian & duncan because it's such a good fit for them too, but unrequited kanders came first!
rated g. unreciprocated tabris/anders for @dadrunkwriting. 712 words. anders and the hero of ferelden talk. he thinks about how how they met, among other things.
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Anders had expected the Wardens to be just another prison; another guarded tower to escape. But Commander Tabris was anything but what he'd expected of the fearsome Hero of Ferelden.
Kallian. That was her name. She'd grumbled about how formal "Commander" was, but no one around the Keep quite knew how to talk to her. She'd saved the whole of Ferelden; how did you speak to someone like that? And on a personal level, she'd saved him too.
When the Warden barged in with two recruits in tow and saw Anders, surrounded by dead templars, he would have been lying if he'd said the fear of the Maker Himself hadn't coursed through him. But she kept him. Rescued him from the Circle, the only way she knew how.
"That's how I was recruited too, you know," she said to him one night as they warmed by the campfire, before lowering her voice dramatically. "Ferelden's Warden-Commander invoking the Right of Conscription to pull someone out of the jaws of the law... I hope you carry on the tradition."
He balked at her. "What?"
"What?" she gave him a small, tired smile before turning back to the fire. "I hope it's one of you, after me. You'd make a good Commander, I think."
"Maker, I'm not sure about that," he laughed self-consciously.
"I am," she said. Anders didn't think she realised how firm she sounded when she talked, how final her words sounded. She brooked no argument, ever. He wondered if the King dared disagree with her.
The King. He'd turned up at the Keep once, early on. Anders didn't know much about him save for him being Maric's bastard, and a Warden too. The Warden; or the other one anyway.
Warden-Commander Tabris and King Alistair had embraced that day, undoubtedly unsatisfying in all their armour. But they held each other anyway, their faces buried in the crook of their necks, the only exposed bit of skin they had.
"Are you the King's mistress?" he blurted out, inwardly cursing.
She snapped her attention to him, wide-eyed and abruptly scarlet. That was a yes, then.
"Why'd you ask that?" she squeaked. He shrugged, and she looked as though she was going to say more, talk to him, like a person. Anders was reminded of how young she was; younger than him.
But she turned away, still flustered and pretending not to be, prodding at the embers of the fire with a stick.
"You just..." He trailed off, trying to think of the best way to word it. Anders wasn't sure how to tell her that his chest tightened whenever he looked at her. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that whatever he felt for her wasn't quite what a subordinate should feel for his Commander. But she was confusing. Talking with her was difficult, yet her presence was a balm. She naturally commanded respect, but held nothing over them. She wanted to be their equal, he thought.
Kallian just looked so lonely.
"If you're not," he started again slowly, against his better judgement. "The next time we're in Amaranthine, maybe we could... go to The Crown and Lion. For a drink. Alone. If you wanted to."
Kallian looked at him again. She wasn't a difficult person to read at the best of times. She looked at him with surprise in the parting of her lips, sadness in the pull of her eyebrows... and something akin to distant longing in her eyes. He knew his answer.
"I-I'd like to, I just... I can't," she muttered, dropping her gaze again.
"Okay," he forced a smile. "Don't worry, I'll ask Oghren instead."
She laughed; thank the Maker. "Oghren?"
"Yes, he's much better company."
"Yeah?" she smirked, raising her eyebrows. He hummed in response.
"Yes," he nodded sagely. "Prettier too."
"Shut the fuck up," she chuckled, grinning.
Kallian was in charge. Not just as Warden-Commander, but as Arlessa, as Bann. But she'd gained the titles, and lost her friends. And despite it all, despite everything she'd done, and everything she was... Ferelden would never accept an elven queen.
Anders looked to the fire. Dying orange flames licked at white wood. None of it was fair. But if she was lonely, he supposed he had to be lonely with her.