a couple of days ago, that “draw your character in what you’re wearing” meme was going around, and syberfag and kassafrassa accidentally began a slumber party. since it is fluff friday, here is a photoset! i plan to print these out, stick them on popsicle sticks, and enact stories.
Fenris: …I’m trying to upload my research paper… why -why is there no internet?
Anders: Discovered that did you? Maybe it’ll magically come back on after you do your dishes?
Fenris: I don’t believe in Magic, but I do believe in ass kickings. Anders. I will kick. Your ass. I have been up for three days -
Anders: twenty-hours is not -
Fenris: I have been awake, longer than I should be awake working on academia regarding a class that has nothing to do with my major -
Anders: WELL THERE’S MOLD ON THE PLATES AND YOU NEED TO CLEAN THEM -
Hawke: D<
Fenris & Anders: ….
Hawke: What time is it?
Fenris & Anders: Six a.m.
Hawke: What time do I usually get up?
Fenris & Anders: Ten.
Hawke: You are making noise.
Fenris & Anders: I’m sorry Hawke.
Hawke: Turn the internet back on. Do the damn dishes.
Fenris & Anders: Yes Hawke. S-sorry.
Hawke: And then come back to bed. BOTH OF YOU. …I’m cold.
a couple of days ago, that “draw your character in what you’re wearing” meme was going around, and syberfag and kassafrassa accidentally began a slumber party. since it is fluff friday, here is a photoset! i plan to print these out, stick them on popsicle sticks, and enact stories.
Fenris: …I’m trying to upload my research paper… why -why is there no internet?
Anders: Discovered that did you? Maybe it’ll magically come back on after you do your dishes?
Fenris: I don’t believe in Magic, but I do believe in ass kickings. Anders. I will kick. Your ass. I have been up for three days -
Anders: twenty-hours is not -
Fenris: I have been awake, longer than I should be awake working on academia regarding a class that has nothing to do with my major -
Anders: WELL THERE’S MOLD ON THE PLATES AND YOU NEED TO CLEAN THEM -
Hawke: D<
Fenris & Anders: ….
Hawke: What time is it?
Fenris & Anders: Six a.m.
Hawke: What time do I usually get up?
Fenris & Anders: Ten.
Hawke: You are making noise.
Fenris & Anders: I’m sorry Hawke.
Hawke: Turn the internet back on. Do the damn dishes.
Fenris & Anders: Yes Hawke. S-sorry.
Hawke: And then come back to bed. BOTH OF YOU. …I’m cold.
Fanart of this awesomely sexy fic (by Pibroch GO FOLLOW)
“Break time…” Anders whispered softly into Karl’s ear.
The man had been at his desk for quite some time, pouring over a tome on Arcana and taking swift furious notes. His right sleeve was pulled up, but there was still ink smears on his arm.
He looked up at Anders, letting the young man kiss him. “What time is it, how did you get in?”
“How I always get in…”
“You really shouldn’t do that…” he chastised, Anders a bit famous for being able to pick tower locks and procure mini-fire rods without Tranquil authority. He sighed and put down his quill to wrap an arm around the young man’s waist.
“Wha -where -Anders! Where are your pants?”
Anders just giggled and got into the man’s lap. “You don’t need to know.”
They kissed again and Karl decided he’d just go with it.
This is Halloween: Tiny Tale of Terror Feat. Garrett Hawke and Anders
“Well I tried to get Binky to wear a costume but…”
The Mabari was in the middle of the floor chewing up what looked to be an improvised pat of antlers.
“He didn’t want to be a Halla.”
Anders frowned. “That doesn’t explain the white paint every where.”
“Sure it does! I was going to dye him and then he ran from me and then you know…” Garrett sort of gestured grandly, drawing Anders attention to a pile of papers on the floor, covered over in white ink.
Anders clenched his fists and looked at Garrett.
“Ah… oh… that. That was -it was an accident!”
Anders began to glow blue and crackle lightning.
“I like your Justice costume. …Love?”
“TABULA RASA! YOU COULD GO AS A BLANK SLATE -.”
“THERE CAN BE NO COSTUME!” Anders shot lightning and chased Hawke around. “YOU WILL NEVER RUIN ANOTHER MANIFESTO LIKE YOU RUINED THAT ONE!”
shh hawke hes trying to work
“I’m cold.”
“You have magic.”
“My magic doesn’t work without you in bed.”
Anders rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder. Even the damn dog was giving him looks.
“Honestly Hawke, I promise, just a few more paragraphs -.”
“Anderrrsss!” he whined, Binky beginning to howl.
Anders gripped his quill and hunched over. “I. NEED. TO WRITE THIS! I’m re-enumerating the demands!”
So then Hawke howled and Binky began to bark.
Anders stood up and put the quill down. “FINE! FINE!”
Hawke grinned. “Make sure you get all naked and lovely.”
“I’m sleeping in my clothes!”
“No Anders, ew, flees!”
“I washed these!”
“In nasty Dark Town water! Naked and lovely now! Tell him Binky!”
The dog barked, then growled in Anders’ direction.
“I can’t believe you…”
Hawke rubbed the bed, patting the pillow. “You know how this works. Come, let me slay you, I’m the Champion.”
Anders began taking off his clothes, muttering about “Justice” and a “declaration of independence”.
“And don’t leave after we’ve done it! I know the difference. I know you warm a pillow and shove it near me. You’re so cruel.”
“ACK!”
“…stroke my chest hair.”
“You’re so demanding! Not enough attention today!”
“I only signed six autographs, I’m feeling needy.”
Anders sighed and rolled his eyes. Four hours tops, he’d be able to sneak away and get to writing again.
…he can’t believe Hawke caught on to his pillow trick.
Anders get off you smell like cat pee and hobos
“Haaaay Hawke! HAAAAY!”
Hawke held his breath and immediately wondered about his clothing. Would the smell come out? Would he have to burn his things?
Would the smell come out of HIM?
Anders wasn’t a drinker and if he had been covered in the… fragrant smell of next day hangover, Hawke might find it amusing, even tolerable, but this smell
THIS SMELL?
He wasn’t the most faithful Andrastian, but he figured that only the pyre itself would get this smell off of him and Anders.
“Dear…heart…” he managed, the smell invading his nose and throat and tongue and everything. “You -where -oh to the VOID YOU STINK!”
Anders stepped back and gave Hawke the most mournful face, only matched by Ser Woofles when he wanted a chew toy or Nom-Nom.
“I came to see you!”
“Straight from the sewer? I mean Old Gods alive man! You’re like walking Undercity!”
“WELL EXCUSE ME!”
“NO. EXCUSE ME! I have to burn everything now, including the spot we’re standing in! WOO!”
Anders puffed out his cheeks. “Well can I USE THE BATH?”
“No. We’re going to engage in some public nudity. Get thee to the gardens, I’ll have Bodhan heat the water! YECK!”
Hawke held his nose, pinched Anders by a corner of his jacket and led him out.
“I don’t think this is LOVE!”
“No Dear Heart, this is LOVE. I love you so much, I can tell you you ROT. Dear Maker, I’m going to have the carpets replaced…”
Garrett Hawke and Anders, Modern AU, Inspired by Syberfag Art
“Wait… wait what?”
Anders pointed to Hawke’s slippers. “It’s against the rules to have those.”
Hawke looked down at his bunny slippers and wiggled his toes. “But… they’re made of synthetic fibers -.”
“But they’re in the shapes of rabbits. Isn’t that against the rules? You’re walking all over animals with those slippers.”
“…but… but you have cat slippers I…” Hawke looked at Anders’ feet, the man wiggling his toes and down at his own. His slippers had ears, Anders’ slippers had ears. Anders’ slippers were orange and stripey like one of the tabbies they owned and Hawke’s slippers were a jaunty pink, because colors had nothing to do with masculinity…
More AU Anders and Hawke lol
“Let’s do something naughty Anders.”
The young man blushed. “…Hawke, if we get caught in public again I really -.”
“Let’s have a milkshake!”
“HAWKE! NO! You -you can’t! I mean…” Anders bit his lip, then whispered. “You’re vegan.”
“I know…” he got close to his boyfriend. “But sometimes…”
Anders was staring into his eyes.
“You just want it.”
Anders nodded dumbly.
“…plus, I know a place where we can actually get sorbet instead!” he kissed the man on the nose. “Let’s go!”
“But…but it won’t be a milkshake?”
“Well we’ll be able to drink it and I’ll be able to seduce you with my GAZE.”
Anders giggled, letting the man take his hand. “Oh, Mr. Hawke.”
“I’ll leave my gloves on.”
They both laughed and headed down the street.
**
**
“…I could get a milk shake though. With real ice cream. made from FATTY, FATTY milk.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t speak never get sex again.”
“But you said sometimes -.”
“Ha, soy milk or nothing.”
“One day, I’m going to get away from you and go eat some eggs. And you’ll never know.”
“Then I’ll have to let the pro-lifers know what a hypocrite you are!”
Anders laughed. “That is so ridiculous! They’re not even fertilized. It’s like… pre-baby meat!”
Hawke almost choked on the sorbet smoothie trying not to laugh.
“I mean it’s not like I drink caviar or something. I’d just like real eggs. I need protein.”
Hawke gave him a look and wiggled his eyebrows.
“YOU ARE GROSS!” Anders pushed his face away, monopolizing the drink.
“You didn’t say that last night. Rawr.”
They laughed and Hawke took out the maraschino cherry.
“Want this?”
“Thought I already took your cherry?” Anders said, looking into the drink.
“No, there was another one.”
“Mmm, this drink must have been a born again smoothie.”
“Have I told you how much I love you today?” Hawke said, putting the cherry in his mouth and twisting off the stem.
“Mostly in the form of jokes and ass grabs. Yes.”
“Oh yay! There’s still time to be sincere.” Hawke leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Anders grinned and reached over to tickle under the other man’s chin, scratching his beard.
“Want to heckle bi-standers outside of a fur shop later?”
“No, they’ve got a cop now. …let’s go bother ladies in leather boots!” Hawke said, smiling. “I could use more practice dodging indignant purses!”
“Oh and I could stand nearby and hand out fliers on fashionable alternatives!”
Love.
It was wonderful.
Hello new followers
I would drown us in blood to keep you safe
“What happened here?” Karl was horrified, a mess of blood and feathers all over the ceilings and walls. “ANDERS!”
“I was… trying that Walking Bomb spell… on those pesky birds.” he gave a crooked grin and Karl smacked his palm to his forehead.
“How in the Void am I going to explain… all these feathers… the blood…”
Anders picked a feather out of his hair. “I don’t know… maybe we could have fun with them?” he giggled and tried to give Karl a “look”.
“Oh…” the man said darkly. “You will.”
Scrubbing was the least of the punishment and he was glad to have it. Collecting and washing the crow feathers had been the absolute worst, especially when Karl made him wash them.
“And then we’re going to sew them on your robes so you don’t ever forget!”
“But I’m an apprentice -.”
“Your Harrowing is SOON ENOUGH! I cannot believe you Anders, what have I told you about those spells? You can’t just go casting willy-nilly! For the love of Andraste’s apples!”
Stupid blood… it’d probably never come out. Everyone had laughed, even some of the Templars.
They’d better watch it or he’d cast it on them too!
…Stupid crow feathers. He didn’t want feather pauldrons, they’d look stupid. He just knew they would…
Quick tryst funtime
hehehehe
There were times that Anders actually tried to study. He was actually very focused on Healing Magicks and while his mentors in that area were quite experienced, if short tempered concerning his humor and other escapades, he generally tried to go to Karl’s room to have some quiet time.
Trying to study with the other apprentices always degenerated into laughing and playing and throwing paper balls and then there was ink everywhere and who threw that fireball and put down the pillows and shit it’s lights out, but fuck that we’re not twelve anymore and -
He’d actually been warned if he didn’t buckle down he’d get some practical practice healing Templar sniffles.
He didn’t want that. Fuck the Templars. He didn’t want to be near them, let alone touch them to heal…
So he was hunched over Karl’s desk, reading a tome. It was on general bone structure and how to concentrate when healing broken bones. The trick was to encourage rapid growth as opposed to out right healing. Quick heals could result in quick new breakage, but growth would promote strength.
It made a lot of sense.
It was late and his hair was down and when Karl came in he said “Hello” without looking up.
“Look at you study…” the man said, coming over to him.
When he felt Karl’s hand on his shoulder it was different. He rubbed, then squeezed, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
“I’ve got to go and do some research tonight.” he whispered.
“Mm.” Anders responded.
He felt Karl pull the tie from his hair and he protested, looking back. Karl was grinning at him and Anders blushed.
He couldn’t help but smile back as Karl tossed the small bit of leather to the floor.
“I’d like a pick me up before I have to spend the night in a cold library…” he wrapped his arms around Anders’ shoulders. “What do you think?”
“I think…”
Karl kissed his neck and Anders sighed, loving the feel of his beard on his skin.
“I need a study break.”
“All right then…”
(pants)
“Is this your latest manifesto?”
“Something like that.” Anders said, Hawke coming to sit with him while they waited across from the corporate headquarters.
“You didn’t bring your bullhorn, you can’t shout it all, you’ll go hoarse.”
Anders grinned at him. “It’s not… a protest manifesto.” he handed it to man. “It’s… it’s for you.”
“…I will do the dishes. I will. I know that waiting on natural decomposition is not a good way to clean.”
Anders laughed and kissed his cheek. “I know. Read it.”
Hawke took the three page affair and smiled. “Oh… what is this? There are hearts on it.”
“It’s a love manifesto.”
“Oh, you’re going to take me down as an institution?”
Anders giggled. “I’ve got a ten step plan to make you love me forever. And I drew a chart.”
Hawke flipped a page and looked. “Oh, it’s my statistics…” he looked at Anders, his eyes twinkling. “Over the past three years it seems my affection output has been affecting your environment exponentially.”
“It has.”
“Oh, I don’t like this green line though, what’s this?”
“Ah…our cat to human…uh…numbers could be better.”
“Goodness man… we have three.”
Anders pointed, “If you’ll read the third paragraph, I explain how more cats will make us both happy… and lead to more sex.”
“Magic words.”
“Yes, there are a few mentions.”
Hawke looked at all the pages quickly. “But no diagrams.”
Anders giggled.
The rally would be in a few hours, but he wanted to come out here to one, notify the police they would be showing up and they did have permits to to keep their Temp asses away, and two, he wanted to sit and be with Hawke, alone… just the two of them and all the ignorant cogs in the wheels of the giant soulless corporations they worked for.
Hawke was reading in earnest and put his arm around him. “I love you.”
“And you must be on the paragraph where I strictly define love.”
Hawke pressed their foreheads together. “I don’t need a paper to tell me that. I know what love is.”
“…wish I had brought the bullhorn…maybe I could read this.”
“Mmm, maybe not, I spied the word penis in there somewhere.”
“More clinical than cock, still more giggle worthy than dick.”
Hawke kissed him again.
“YOU -STOP IT YOU TWO!”
Anders pulled away from the kiss to give someone a middle finger. “DOWN WITH HATE! DOWN WITH CORPORATE GREED!” he got up, Hawke puttin ghis face in his palm.
“YOUR SUIT IS MADE OF THE BLOOD AND TEARS OF SOUTH AMERICAN CHILDREN YOU PIG!” Anders held up his permit. “FREE LOVE AND FREEDOM FROM CORPORATE MURDERERS!”
The man grew frightened and ran off.
“THAT’S RIGHT, GET THE POLICE!”
Hawke smiled watching Anders shout at people in the street. Guess this protest had started early.
He folded the manifesto carefully, putting it inside his jacket. He’d take it to work with him tomorrow and have it framed and he’d give it back to Anders later for an anniversary present.
Watching him out there, on the street, the wind whipping his hair as expensive cars went by and office workers fled in and out of their building, filled him with a wonderful feeling.
Anders didn’t need a plan to get him, he’d successfully achieved ninety-nine percent of his demands simply by choosing to be with him.
“I LOVE WHAT YOU DO HERE! MURDERER!! JUSTICE, JUSTICE FOR EVERYONE!”
He’d better call the rest of their friends before Anders got written off as a lone crazy man again.
