I imagine that it went very well! I actually considered having the ending be a scene with cousland waiting for him to get back which doesnt happen because anders would be staying over at hawke’s for the night but I was. too lazy to write anything more
so overall I think their date went very well
as long as you’re mine
hi i got my birthday gift early and now im designing streamer justice au awakening crew.
no it will not be interesting
but heres a. bit of anders. i struggled with him so much. he still looks wonky
have a great day yall
Marian Hawke breaking up the gays’ argument every fucking time:
Trying to get back into writing The Merrill Sessions after spending the last little while in christmasfic town. Have some seriously unhappy Hawke:
Isabella tilts to knock out one hip, a hand nudging the robe to expose just a touch more thigh as she does, and winks at her. A little bit more energy floats up to her through the air with it. Then Bella struts up the stairs, exaggerated sway and a whole lot of springy hair-bounce, even if it’s uneven, and plants a kiss on Hawke’s cheek as she passes her by. The sensation spreads slowly through her cheek, the warmth very almost getting in. She should tell her, but she’s too numb and slow to react in time, and then Isabella disappears into the bedroom, and Rusty is still complaining that someone is at the door.
“That’ll be Blondie,” Varric says. Hawke thinks, great, and grits her teeth, “I’d better go help Merrill,” Varric adds in a hurry, and then he shuffles away too, the traitor. But he’s right to, this is a conversation she should probably have with Anders alone, if only for safety reasons. She’s too tired for shouting though, she thinks. Assuming the worst will happen, she decides that if he says anything uppity she’ll just force-smash him back out the door again. Nail, coffin. She winces at her own thought. Bad metaphor.
Awakening Anders and that earring ugh
Wish I could’ve helped Anders blow up the chantry damn
right now remembering these halo wars shitposts i once saw where douglas was gay for jerome and was constantly trolled by anders about it
Mein Leben hat nie wirklich jemanden interessiert. Also was hält mich jetzt eig davon ab mir wieder weh zu tun?
Die Zahl 243.
I only let myself feel anger on behalf of fictional character I think are being treated unfairly by the fandom or by the fictional media itself and I think that’s both very sexy and very mentally ill of me
WIP WIP WIP for some scenes of the last chapter of my ghost AU Handers fanfic
dumb headcanons idk
“All I want is a pretty girl, a decent meal, and the right to shoot lightning at fools.”
did someone say fenders?
Confession: I can’t tell you how happy I am that in the Year of Our Lord 2021 I can finally declare my undying love/thirst for Anders without random people crawling out of the woodwork and acting like I just called Hermann Goering dummy thicc or something.