#deagon age 2

[alexchawke]

Day 5: Nug

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[tigereyes45]

Riding on the ship between the crossroads docks for the first time, gave me the biggest chill. It feels just like the moment Hawke and co were sailing to face down Meredith.at the end of DA2. (Shit with all the spirit refugees on the other side it's like the opposite of the ship ride at the beginning of DA2.)

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

Hawke: "I'm sure someone put way too much thought into my name."

Me: "sure I did, Mike."

[cullenssweatyballsakk]

They should make one that smells like my username

Hehehe my two candles came in today, AND THRY SMELL FUCKING AMAZING

They smell like heaven 😩.

My two favorite men

Now they can sit pretty next to my other fandom candles

[jayranfern]

The Huntress, the Goddes of Wild - Andruil.

[ma-serannas-vhenan]

Edith Hawke

[higheverweave]

What if the you’re unromanced protagonist from an old dragon age game could romance you’re new DA4 protag

•The warden being afraid to hurt them and taint them and survivors guilt from the blight.

The inquisitor being so afraid of betrayal and getting hurt again by anymore of thier friends or lover they shut themself out

Hawke killing a bear and using its fur to be placed in front of a fire place as they sit like Deadpool. With a rose in their mouth and a one liner about how hey sometimes being a hero can be hard to bear but they are never in it alone. Then they tell you to open the box in front of them and Chauncey from the black emporium is in it. You ask them how they got it and they just look of into the distance and say there are some things it’s better to forget.

[donttelljim]

Escape Ch 2 - A Beginning

Dragon Age 2 Anders/Nathaniel Nathaniel and Anders navigate their way through Kirkwall, searching for a way out of the city and into the Marches beyond. Nathaniel's focus is on getting them to safety, but Anders is more interested in witnessing the fallout of what he's achieved, if anything. And processing many, many conflicting emotions. Does he even want to be 'rescued'? A couple of chapters following Anders immediately at/after the end of DA2, as Nathaniel attempts to help him. For old times' sake. And maybe for other reasons, too. Written for @chaos-company​’s Angstpril, Day 26, Failed Escape (On AO3 here) ~ Chapter 1 here ~ ============================= The pair moved quickly - too quickly for Anders to truly get his thoughts in line. Most everyone in the city was gathered outside, staring in the direction of the empty sky that used to frame the Chantry. A free, empty horizon where that oppressive behemoth had once loomed, and yet not a single voice cheered. There was no thrum of change, of excitement, pending liberation: only the numb stillness of shock and grief. Fury burned in him, but he had no time to shake them and shout about the opportunity they were wasting - the apostates among them and all other oppressed besides. He had to keep pace with his rescuer, or whatever Nathaniel fancied himself.

Ducking through side-streets allowed them to avoid the worst of the crowds - in fact, everyone was so occupied with staring and doing nothing that there was hardly anyone in their path as they kept to the city’s alleyways. Nathaniel took the lead, moving with surprising knowledge of Kirkwall’s rabbit runs: clearly, he had remained here since they’d brought him back from the Deep Roads, and he’d been mapping out ways to keep to the shadows since. Out of habit, Anders suspected, rather than any plan. “Have you prepared a pack for the road?”, the scout asked gruffly. “Is your clinic in good hands? Have your patients been accounted for?” “No, yes, yes. Nathaniel - Why are you - ?” “You didn’t expect to survive, then.” The scout grunted, dissatisfied. “No matter. I have some things. We go now.” “Surely you need to wait for Bethany?” She had appeared to join them before the fight, and Anders had been near-tearful to see her. Regret twisted in him that he hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye. He wondered what she thought of him now; whether she understood. She had always been cautious, but she had shared her sister’s potential for fire. Another strong soul lost to the Wardens. “She was not supposed to get involved here any more than I,” Nathaniel replied, his attention on the speed and silence of their progress far more than on their conversation. “She’ll give her excuses to the Commander. And I’ll give mine.” Kirkwall was full of smugglers’ routes in and out, much to its guards’ and templars’ dismay, and most of them went through Darktown. Here, at least, there was a mixed reaction taking hold: for every group huddled together over the latest horror, there were others sensing a buzz of promise in the air, hovering on the cusp of action and wondering whether they should take it. Thrilled chatter about the Knight-Commander’s demise was as present as frets about abandonment from the Maker. It was something. It was a spark. Sparks could catch and burn a city down. The Marches’ most wanted apostate wore a hood pulled low over his face, leant to him by Nathaniel, he himself wearing regular leathers rather than his uniform of silver and blue. He hadn’t wanted to drag the Wardens into his choices, no doubt. This was off the record, whatever ‘this’ was. “You do realise I’m a mass murderer, right?”, Anders protested, once they were alone in the tunnels that would expel them to freedom. “That’s what they’re all saying.” His voice was defensive, defiant, daring Nathaniel to abandon him. “And they’re right. You shouldn’t help me.” This whole time, Nathaniel had kept moving, never pausing even as they conversed, but suddenly the man wheeled on Anders with a snarl. “And yet I am! You speak as though you do not wish for my aid? Do you even want to escape this?” “I - “ Anders faltered. He folded his arms, once again seeking a way to arm himself whilst stood in what was very almost a sewer. “I…” Guilt dragged at him. He deflated. “I did want this,” he uttered, sounding only half convinced. For a moment, he looked lost, but fire and steel returned seconds later, the back and fore of a tide. “No. I did. But you - “ “You are a good man, Anders,” Nathaniel interrupted, the words shocking the newly upgraded fugative. “And yet a fool.” His jaw set, the tension in it made distinct by its pale complexion and edged shape. “As was I.” Before he could explain that remark, he began onwards again, selecting a fork in the tunnels and stalking to it. The time for speaking had apparently, in Nathaniel’s mind, ended. Anders followed for a couple of steps, then halted again. “Wait.” Nathaniel sighed with ragged impatience. “Do not argue with me now. I know how you enjoy it, but - “ “No,” Anders cut across him, tone urgent yet far gentler than before. “Not that way. Trust me. Come on.” Choosing the other route, he took the lead, and the archer fell in step. Nathaniel might know Marcher cities, but Anders knew Darktown. The forests were distinctly eerier without Merril in tow, Anders was starting to realise. Someone else he wished he could have said goodbye to, though with her determined fall towards blood magic, he struggled to see them on the same side of their people’s plight.It had taken long enough for Anders to adjust to the outdoors at all. He remembered his first escape from Ferelden Circle - the cultureshock he’d experienced at the moistness of soil, the tribulations of being caught in the rain. Insects. He had known none of them since he’d been a child, and they felt suddenly alien to be lost amongst. He still couldn’t get to grips with insects. These woods were as unsettling still as all forests had been to him back then: mist hung between the trees, hovering and silent, with no care for the panic of the humans, dwarves and elves walled up nearby. Conflict meant something else entirely out here: it was impersonal, coming down to a brief and bloody encounter not over politics or prejudice, but the mutual desperate desire to live. If that didn’t end you, the creeping cold or need for resources might.Perhaps it wasn’t so unlike the city after all. Nathaniel had travelled the Free Marches for years, serving as a scout and squire to Ser Rudolphe Varley. He, at least, knew the land. The pair were headed to Ostwick: it was the only way to reach Ferelden unless they chanced a vessel from the Gallows - laughably out of the question. Anders still remembered the cold sweat he had felt when he arrived at Kirkwall and  found himself docked right at the Circle’s gates. He’d assumed that someone had tipped the templars off about him, at first, until he realised that everyone must enter the city there.Karl. He didn’t even know what had become of him in the uprising, and the Circle set upon itself. He often thought of him as having died, the day they took his mind from him, but technically, he was alive somewhere. Had he survived? Did it matter? Had Anders failed him twice? So, Ostwick. “And from there,” Nathaniel had reassured him with a deep pride in his voice; “Amaranthine.” Anders had grimaced. Was he to retrace his steps back to every place he had escaped? Where next, Kinloch? That sounded like fun. At length, Anders’ feet slowed. He had been trailing for some time, and at last, something in him stopped and refused to move. “Nate…” As he slowed, he realised that his cheeks were wet, his eyes numb. How long had that been the case.Nathaniel turned. “Anders?” At first, the Howe frowned a deep glare of concern - he hadn’t been raised with many examples of gentleness - but then his face softened, the expression falling away to leave one Anders had witnessed the man discovering during their time with the Wardens. There was a peaceful and caring heart in there, inside that man, and it took a half-death before it learnt to beat. Anders scowled at him despite himself. “What?! Stop - stop doing that!” Nathaniel looked taken aback, the expression retreating, hardening again. “Doing what?” “Looking at me with - with sympathy!” Within the mage’s eyes, lighting sparked, engulfing them for a moment before subsiding. He shouted, his voice strained and emphatic, close to tears still but no weaker for its passion: “You look at me as though I’m some victim of what happened back there. I know what I did! I made a choice. And I stand by it.” He backed off from his escort, or captor, or whatever Nathaniel was, slicing his hands through the air between them. His shouts bounced from the trees, sending a nearby bird into the air. If anyone was on their tail, they’d hear him. He didn’t care. “The people of Thedas need to see that they cannot oppress mages and expect us to simply wait and politely ask for it to stop!” The anger bubbled in him, spilt over, letting out the pressure that he had expected to be relieved by the Chantry’s explosion, but which had only piled back up and crushed back in moments later. Was there no releasing it? “Our lives are at stake! Every day! We can’t simply sit with the rod of Tranquility or the blade of Annulment pointed at our heads and ASK NICELY to be allowed to live!” Nathaniel strode towards his friend with a snap of movement, voice tender even through its urgent hiss; “Have I argued any of that with you?!” “Not today. Plenty in the past. And why take me away?” Anders glared a challenge at his only remaining ally. “I can face the choice I made. Why save me from the consequences?!” Nathaniel’s expression didn’t change. As he spoke again, his voice had lost its hiss; it was level, calm. “Why come with me?” “I…” Anders floundered. The words left him, along with his fire. The mage sagged, energy draining until he found himself sitting on a tree root, burying his face in his hands. It was catching up with him - an ‘it’ that was too big to think about, exhausting to feel for as long as he had. He wept. For a few seconds, he cried alone (even Justice was having no part of it), but then, he heard the soft crunch of leaves. Two hands, rough and coarse but tender in their movements, rested on his arm, his leg. He could feel Nathaniel kneeling close to him, could smell his all-too-familiar scent. Of all the people to show up -When they had encountered each other in the Deep Roads, Anders had felt Kirkwall’s years of pain strip from him, at least for the day they were in each other’s company. Seeing him had loosened something: he’d laughed, teased, played like he hadn’t done in a long time, taken back to before Justice’s influence. He had felt more like himself, but what did that mean, now? ‘Anders’ was not a place of escapism any more, with this blood on his hands: he must own it or lose himself to shame, to fear over what he had become. He could not begin that road, and Justice would not allow it. He didn’t want comfort; he didn’t need reminding of his past: he needed to lose himself to whatever his future demanded he become.Nathaniel’s hand covered one of his, wrapping around it and lowering it from Anders’ face. Anders let him, but braced himself, meeting his old friend with steely eyes even through their pink shine. “I was a friend of Justice, just as you were,” Nathaniel murmured. He looked weighed down by a burden of his own, Anders noticed: not an uncommon look on him, but the mage paid attention even so. “I encouraged him. Spurred him on. It was I that suggested he approach a living host…” Howe faltered, his gaze dropping, but forced himself onwards. “I told him that no harm would come of it. That it would make him no demon.” “He isn’t a demon,” Anders insisted automatically. It sounded more tired in his mouth than it used to. Nathaniel's gaze raised back to him, the corners of his eyes creased and lined. He countered immediately; “You are not free.” Grief finally overcame him. ‘Free’ was a word Anders had fought for most of his life. With those few words from Nathaniel, the many ways in which he was still falling short began to pile up around him. He wasn’t free from Templars or the chantry, even now. He wasn’t free from the prejudice against him and his people. He wasn’t even free of the Wardens, it seemed - Corypheus had proven that long before Nathaniel had appeared again. He certainly wasn’t free within his own mind. “You never wanted this fight,” Nathaniel prompted, the statement almost spoken like a question, eyes searching Anders’ face. “Back in Amaranthine. You always said you just wanted freedom.” It was true. Anders gritted his teeth against rising sobs, his throat choking as tears fell again, harder this time, tangled in his words like rope around his feet. “But someone has to.” His hair, plastered with smoke and dust, fell forwards, some sticking to his wet, reddened face. Nathaniel didn’t leave, didn't look away. He seemed completely unembarrassed by Anders’ breakdown, which Anders found himself loving and hating him for. The Warden also didn’t let go of his hand.“Come with me,” he urged’. “Lay low in Amaranthine. We’ll figure this out. Whether you want to find a new home for Justice, if that’s possible. Or whether you want to go and…” He shook his head, searching for his words, for whatever Anders’ goal might be. “Keep waging your war, fighting your rebellion. Whatever it is. Just come home first. Take some time.” His voice was almost pleading, an intensity on his face that reminded Anders of when he first fled the Wardens - the way Nathaniel had chased after him, begged him to stay. That same intensity was softer now, more resigned to something and more willing to listen. “Let me help, if I can.” Anders sniffed, his laugh hollow. “Amaranthine is your home, Howe. Not mine.” “It will always be yours,” Nathaniel corrected. Anders snorted; Howe persisted: “You’re still the mage that saved the Keep. People remember that. They talk of it often. Sing songs, on occasion.” He smirked dryly, his eyes glinting with the pair’s old spar; “It’s incredibly annoying.” Anders laughed again, just as hollow, but managing to smile this time, before the look fell away with the continued weight of the reality he was finding himself in; “I thought I escaped being a Grey Warden. I’m starting to wonder if I ever escaped anything.” Nathaniel cut in before he could demand to be abandoned again, his hand gripping the mages’ tighter. “You’re my friend, Anders. You cannot escape that any more than I can get away from you, it seems.” He grinned, the expression as weary as it was warm, and in some ways, oddly boyish. It almost seemed shy. Anders smiled meanly at that, though his heart felt anything but. “Heh. Then I guess we’re both special that way.” Nathaniel smirked back at him, a spark traveling between them: it was something familiar, yet also, it felt of something new “It would seem so.”

[sparklerpavus]

XD don’t do this or you can’t recite  isabella ( sorry about the bad vid) 

[lypreila]

Click to zoom in. This is in the e-mails after the final mission and I can't BREATHE DO THEY KNOW WHAT THE DID WHICH OF YOU DEVIOUS LITTLE BIOWARE DEVS PUT THIS IN???? "Let's blow the roof off the place!" - Anders I'm wheeze...

[darethshiral]

Who would win in a fight between your Warden, Hawke & Inquisitor?

[boyfeminism]

buying a shirt that says i wish i was playing deagon age 2 rn

[theconfusedartist]

Alright!

This is basically my update on my phone, since my mom's house doesn't have wifi and I can't upload any of the art wips I had been working this month, so I'll post pics later and this gives me more time to polish them.

So, for the Jaded Heart of Allure project, I've been working on it since December 14, 2018 and I'm writing this now on January 30, 2019. This is the cureent summary of what I've made so far this month:

December 14, 2018- January 1, 2019

Plotting and outlining is finished, I've storyboarded out 20/32 scenes in the first Act. I've already began to title and get a general idea of up to 14 scenes in Act 2. No progress on Act 3.

January 1, 2019-January 14, 2019

I've finalized character design, drawn the base silhouette turnarounds for Allure, as well as 3 separate character building sheets.

All of the names for the side cast have been decided, I start to work on what the Altea estate will look like as well as the decor of Allure's room.

January 15, 2019-January 18, 2019

Five separate motorcycle attempts are made for an illustration, but I am consistently frustrated with how the body, hands, and backgrounds look. All of these have been denoted to indefinite status, as I have replaced the January pose for karaoke rather than a motorcycle pose which I will make another attempt at another time.

January 12, 2019- January 23, 2019

Right now: since don't think I'm getting wifi until Friday, I'm going to polish what I have, then post a full post of my artwork compilation. Actually made a lot, I just didn't realize it. Most of these are wips that I'm not working on anymore, but even though they're ugly, it's still a good way to see how far i normally get to a project vs how much time it takes now.

Anyways, I still wanted to post those gifs I made, but for some reason, tumblr is just refusing to let me upload. I don't know if it's bc the internet is slow or what, but instead I'm just gonna figure out how to make a deagon age tag on my page once my wifi comes back up so I can sort things out in a neat and tidy corner.

[localbrisbaneplumber]

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anodes cost about $50

4 anodes will cost about $200

approx cost to install a hot water system $500

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Turn off the water going into the tank and also turn off the power supply for the tank.

You need to drain approx 12-16 liters of water from the tank

Use a socket wrench to remove the existing anode.

Install the new anode. Its recommended to wrap Teflon tape around the threads of the new anode. Be sure to tighten it with the socket wrench.

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[wraithprincess9-blog]

Dragon Age 2 =Mighty Nein

Please wonderful artists I crave this crossover fan art.

[dabunnyvs]

Sooooo excited for this case to get here :3