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Handers Miis for Miitopia

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Tiny boyfriend! 

Every time i read a fic where anders has to bend or fenris has to stand on his toes… i just want to draw size difference stuff?? so when i saw the knee-lift in this kylux art, i knew that with some exaggeration it’d be a perfect illustration of giant lanky Anders and lil buff Fenris (i sure do hope that’s an ok thing to do, i’ve only ever referenced photos before so idk what the etiquette is)

(as usual pls full-view. also check out this alt version where you can see more details because i’m actually happy with these lines? probably because i didn’t have to spend hours figuring out how to make a pose work for once)

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I have lain awake every night, aching for you

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The chronic pain prompt was amazing, could we maybe have more of it?

It’s difficult, to pull himselffrom the bath. Content to simply lie in liquid warmth, eyes closed, feelingweightless. Getting out is a harsh reminder of gravity, of the pain like anitch, creeping back into his blood. Wearing a light tunic, softer leggings, hishair still tousled and wet. Hawke goes to wait on the couch in the study, bythe fire, listening to the sounds of the city just outside his window. Betterstill when he hears the knock, waves away Bodahn, answers it himself. Fenrisregards him from head to toe, nods approval. “I’m glad you took my suggestion,”he says.

“Of course,” Hawke says, “didyou want anything for breakfast?” Fenris shakes his head. Even from the shortwalk from his mansion to the estate, he wore his gauntlets, full armor. Hemakes his way into the study, undoing the clasps as he goes. Setting themneatly on the table, gesturing for Hawke to sit.

“I was wondering if I could dosomething for you first?” Hawke asks, holding out his hands, looking far tooeager. Fenris regards them warily for a moment, before carefully placing hisown hand in his. Hawke claps his hands over his, palms warm, smile bright. “I’mgoing to use some magic, so tell me if it bothers you and I’ll stop right away.”Fenris slowly nods. Another smile from Hawke. Fingertips pressing into Fenris’spalms, thumbs working over his knuckles.

Fenris watches curiously, as thelyrium markings under his skin ignite with the touch of magic. Pressing againsthim, working against the markings. It feels almost like putting his hand by thefire, that comforting warmth that licks up his arm. “I know you’ve had sometrouble with this too,” Hawke says, looking only at what he’s doing, notnoticing the way Fenris raises his head to watch him. “I’ve been practicing myhealing.” Fenris quickly looks back at his hand once Hawke lets go, looks up.

Holding his hand out, clenchingit into a fist. Stretching back out again, staring at his palm. Turning hiswrist, flexing his full range of movement. There was a time when another magewould pour his magic into him. To keep the markings sharp, is what he was told.This was… different, but the results the same. For the first time in a longtime, he could move without feeling the dull ache of pain between his bones. Fenrislooks up at him, holds his fist against his chest. “Did it work?” Hawke asks.

“I – yes,” Fenris says, “thankyou.” Hawke rests his hands on his hips.

“If you wanted, I could dowhatever else you wanted,” Hawke says. “No point in these sessions being justfor me.”

“It’s an, interestingproposition. I would have to think on it,” Fenris says.

“Take your time. I’m hereanytime you need.” Only then does Hawke finally sit on the couch. Sideways, oneleg bunched underneath him. Fenris kneels behind him, lets his hands press intoHawke’s back. All the while thinking of how this one hand, one arm, doesn’t hurt.It’s been so long, he’s forgotten what it feels like. Such a difference,looking between the two. Hawke sighs as he lets his head drop, his hands foldedon his lap. It jogs Fenris out of his thoughts.

“We should eat breakfasttogether, after,” Hawke says, his words half mumbled, his eyes closed.

“Alright,” he says, theslightest smile touching his lips.

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@bunabi was kind enough to repaint this in exchange for a short story.

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i love this idiot peacock boy

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i will no longer be inviting my enemies to ‘meet me in the pit’ from now on you are all expected to meet me in the hinterlands, a far more terrifying prospect due to the fact you must first FIND me in the hinterlands, which may take years

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Messere Hawke

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Warden Hawke Inquisitor  x  Companions.

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Every few weeks I wake up from a nightmare thinking I’ve missed an evening class for something, but…

I got my second degree in 2016. I haven’t been in a college class since 20-fucking-16.

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our fave Multiplayer Boys

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Little older. Little wiser. Little silver-er. 

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Alistair from Dragon Age, in a blue dress

February 15, 2018

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replaying origins and i just maxed out sten's approval so naturally i thought of this tweet and had to make it

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well the digital copies of the Fortitudo Dorian Art Book have gone out, so here’s the full piece I did for it! it was such an honor to be invited to be a part of this and submit my work among such talented people, thank you @elidoo and @latefortevinter for curating this amazing project! 

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A quick sketch that turned into a smiling Vivienne