#karl/anders

[diioonysus]

under the moonlight

[elvhenmage]

hawke is a terrible flirt btw. who the fuck listens to a guy baring his soul about letting a spirit of justice possess him but being afraid his own anger twisted said spirit into vengeance and calls it a curse of his own making etc and responds with "well that explains your whole sexy, tortured look" like is now the time?? his boyfriend literally just begged to be killed because he was made tranquil hawke please read the room

[wildbasil]

they deserved to be happy

[chernychnyi]

growing older

[owlch333]

Dragon Age stuff I did today

[albaharu]

years later it haunts me how anders could cure karl but he just didnt know it. but WHAT IF.... AND HE KEEPS HIS CAT ALSO....

[oftachancer]

Thank you, @maxkennedy24, for this incredible portrait of Anders, Karl Thekla, and Cecily Hawke, from Aisles of Memory and Regret!

Also reposting for the fans of @tranquilweek!

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

no listen you don't understand- I am obsessed with how differently Anders reacts to Hawke hitting on him after completing his Tranquility quest depending on gender.

He talks about how he hopes he didn't come off as selfish for keeping Justice a secret, and Hawke has the flirty option of "at least he got a nice body."

With a lady Hawke, his response is a dramatic, "Noooo, don't do that~ Don't go there, I don't want to hurt you~ That's not going to end well~ I'll break your heart~" like he's so serious about it, and when Hawke tells him to do it, that she doesn't mind a little pain, he gives a hard no; "I'll break your heart and that might kill me as surely as the templars."

But with male Hawke?? Anders is like, ".....So y'know, in the circle everything is about rules and order so we apprentices found ways to make it bearable, if you know what I mean, hint hint wink wink. Karl and I? Yeah, he was my first. I've always believed people fall in love with a whole person, not just a body. Why would you shy away from loving someone just because they're like you? Soooo.... does it bother you that I've been with other men??"

Like.... Anders, babe, it's so interesting that you're out here warning a lady Hawke against getting involved with you but then with male Hawke suddenly "nooo don't do that~" is tossed out the window in favor of making sure he knows you're interested.

[stereoversion]

Workaholics 5.08 Blood Drive

[frets-kessler]

smiling friends x workaholics

[storybookhawke]

Posts as Dragon Age Characters (part 1)

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

“I can’t help it (when you look at me like that).” kanders pleaseee!!!

i feel like i don't see enough kanders around... i'm a sucker for young kanders where karl is just head over heels smitten for this larger-than-life little mage who's equal parts a prodigy and a rebel.... i love them so much....

a soft, unsad Kanders snippet for @dadrunkwriting ! hope you enjoy lovely anon friend!

Karl should have said no when Trilla had requested that he stand in for this class. They were hopeless on the best of days, and with a six-foot, willowy blonde distraction in their midst, they were even worse. Force magic was not the forte of any of the students in this unfortunate throng; ten junior mages gathered in a disused portion of the library to fine tune their skills. 

He winced as yet another copy of Herbet’s 101 Uses For Elfroot tumbled toward the floor, arrested with a flick of Karl’s wrist just before it slammed into the stone. He nudged the book upright in the air and sent it back to the shelf, slipping it in with practiced ease. Books were probably not the ideal training tool, but he’d always found this particular skill useful. If a bit hedonistic, when ladders were just as easily available. 

“Congratulations on getting a book from the correct shelf, at least,” Karl said with a long-suffering sigh, punctuating it with a smile to take the edge off. 

The student who’d dropped the book was pink-cheeked, eyes bright with humor. None of them took this seriously, and the fulcrum of it was Anders. Who wasn’t even supposed to be here.

Anders was in his sixth year, freshly returned from his fourth hiatus. There’d been a month between the templars dragging him back and his rerelease into the general population, but that hadn’t been long enough to either dampen his spirit or quell the enraptured gossip of his peers. They wouldn’t get anything else done today. “On that note,” Karl added, “we will reconvene next week. Same time.” He gestured at the door with one hand, pinching the headache at the bridge of his nose with the other. “Anders? Stay behind please.” There were a few hurried whispers, Anders promising his dangerous tales to students that worshiped him like a hero, and Karl had to suppress his own discomfort. “Out,” he said more loudly. With a disappointed murmur, the gaggle of starstruck mages dispersed, leaving him alone with Anders. 

“Where are you even supposed to be right now?” Karl hissed. 

Anders’ grin was sheepish, but his eyes were full of mischief. “In the laundry.” “In the laundry,” Karl echoed. “Not down here disrupting my class.” “I asked if I could stay!” Anders protested with a huff of laughter, standing up from the seat he’d taken at the table and edging around it, closer to Karl. Karl took an involuntary step toward him and stopped himself. “What was I supposed to say with you…looking at me. Like that.” “Like what?” Anders asked, feigning innocence. Taking another step closer, glancing over his shoulder at the quiet stacks behind him. He met Karl’s eyes again, pink lips turning up at one side with a self-satisfied smirk. “Like that,” Karl told him with another sigh, finally crossing the distance between them and lifting a hand to Anders’ face. With a thumb, he traced the smiling curve of soft lips. “Like you can just have whatever you want.” Anders’ shuffled closer still, head tilted just slightly up, brown eyes warm in the low light. “Can’t I?”

Karl desperately wanted to pretend he’d misunderstood the question. To address the other things—not Karl’s touch—that Anders wanted. That he felt entitled to. Freedom, a place outside the Circle, to practice his magic without a templar breathing down his neck. All of these were things he couldn’t have, things that were going to get him killed in the pursuit of them. But telling Anders no was like holding a flame to a wick and expecting it not to catch fire. 

“Next time find me after class?” Karl suggested instead. “No one will pay attention to anything else with you here.”

Anders’ eyes flicked over Karl’s shoulder to the bookshelf and he nodded smugly toward it. “Including you.”

Confused, Karl glanced behind them, finding Herbet’s dry botanical tome upside down.

[sulky-valkyrie]

vaaaaaaaaaaaaaal for kanders!!! 'hiding your feelings, not wanting to ruin the friendship, even going as far as avoiding each other completely, yet always ending up sharing an intimate moment'

happpy Fridaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, Ro 💙💙💙

for @dadrunkwriting

After Karl was Harrowed, Anders thought whatever they had was over.  Not that they had much, or that he didn't want more, of course; everything about Karl drove him to distraction.  But Karl was special, so special that he'd never tried to even kiss him.  He was tender and kind, and the first person in this Maker-forsaken tower who'd tried to talk to a twelve year old boy who was too scared to speak.

It was Karl who'd turned “that Ander boy” into a name, and never laughed at his rusty voice and thick backwater accent when he began to talk months later.

It was Karl who'd shown him how to mend the fraying edges on his tiny embroidered pillow.

It was Karl who’d sat on his cot and healed the bruises and gashes left by Templar gauntlets when they'd dragged him back to Kinloch, drugged on magebane and unable to do it himself.

So it was perfectly normal that Anders had become… attached.  But attachments of any kind were dangerous for mages.  He tried to ignore it, and filled that aching void in his heart with meaningless trysts.  Each one, no matter how satisfying in the moment, left him more empty inside, wishing for soft greying hair under his fingers and a beard rasping on his skin.  He told himself time and time again that Karl was too important to risk losing, whether to rejection or something worse.  

But Karl, sweet gentle Karl, didn't seem to understand.  And telling him would be tantamount to confessing to the blasted feelings he'd been attempting to rid himself of for years.  No matter how much he tried to avoid him, everywhere he went, Karl was there too.  He was in the kitchens, the library, the chapel, even the apprentice dorms, always with some reason to be there, but looking at Anders the whole time.  The tower wasn't large enough to never see him, of course, but the frequency was worrisome.  Provided the Templars weren’t involved, apprentices were granted more leeway for misbehavior.  They were the lowest of the low, so far down the hierarchy that even the Tranquil were above them.  Tranquil were useful, after all.  Apprentices were simply nuisances and, as long as nothing was actually on fire, they were just swatted away, like gnats.

Full enchanters, however, were expected to set an example.  One of cowed competence.  Karl was a natural at it, full of studious deference.  Associating with a mouthy troublemaking apprentice would get him noticed in all the wrong ways.

Distance was the only defense, but if Karl wouldn’t take the hint, Anders would have to do what he did best.  He ran.

They caught him a week later, and of fucking course, Karl was there when the dragged him in by the back of his collar.  Greagoir ordered that he be locked up below, but when Karl whispered something in his ear, he sighed and told Anders he was confined to his dorm.  Another Templars grabbed him by the elbow, but before he could struggle, Karl stepped in front of them and took his other hand.  “I'll escort him.”

The Templar paused, but at Greagoir's nod, released him.  Karl bowed ever so slightly, then pulled him down the hall without another word.

They wound their way up to the second level before Karl let go, and the absence of his touch was as painful as the quiet disapproval that radiated from him.  When they reached Anders’ dorm room, he pushed it open and stomped to his bed to throw himself on it.  “You shouldn't have done that.”  You're painting a target on your back.

Karl closed the door and walked over to sit down by his head and stroke the scratches on his neck.  “Did they hurt you?”  An unspoken again hovered in the air.

“Just a smite,” he muttered into the pillow as he forced himself not to lean into his fingers.  “Knocked me out of a tree.”

“I wish…” Karl's voice trembled and trailed off as he healed Anders’ broken skin.  “You need to be more careful.”

He bit back a sigh of longing and rolled away.  “No, you need to be more careful,” he grumbled.  “Sticking your neck out like that?  It's not worth it.”

“What's - Anders, what's gotten into you?”

Anders dug his fingers into his palm and squeezed his eyes shut.  “You shouldn't be here,” he whispered.  “Leave me alone.”

“Irving's orders,” Karl said.  “Why do you think you're not in a cell?”  He touched his shoulder.  “I'm – we're trying to protect you.  Even if he hadn't asked, I'd be here.  Like always.”

He hunched up and shook his head.  “Go away.”  They hate me already; don't make them hate you too. 

He felt the bed shift as Karl inched closer.  “Anders, look at me,” he pleaded.  “Look me in the eyes and say that again.  Please.”

Maker, it was so hard to disobey that voice.  All he ever wanted other than to get out was to make Karl happy, but happiness wasn’t safe here. Nothing was.  “I – I won't try anything until curfew,” he whispered.  “So they know you didn't have anything to do with it.”  

“Try what?  Anders, I – you haven’t talked to me in weeks and then you ran again and now you’re back and I… what did I do?  Let me fix it,”  Karl begged.  “I – we were friends, and now you won't even look at me.”

Friends.  The word made him want to shrivel up and die.  Just friends, nothing more, never anything more.  He rolled back over, still not meeting his gaze, and grabbed his hand.  “You didn't do anything.  I just – we can't.  You're Harrowed now; they're watching you, and I –” he bit his lip.  “It would kill me if anything happened to you.  So I need-”  He swallowed.  “Need you to go away.”

Karl’s fingers slipped from his grip, then touched his chin.  “And what about me?”  He asked softly.  “What about what I want?  Do you have any idea how much it scares me when you run?  How awful it feels to hope I won't see you again?  How many nights I've spent terrified they'd killed you already and I'd never know?”  His thumb slid across Anders’ cheek, trailing remnants of magic on his skin.  “Don't I get a say in this?  In what - in who is worth the risk?”

What could he say to that?  Anders looked up, finally meeting his eyes, and what he saw in them ripped his heart in two.  One half grew wings and fluttered in his throat while the other sank like a stone to the pit of his belly.  He hadn't seen it in years, but recognized it instantly: love.

Fuck it.

He sat up, afraid to look away and lose the moment (or his nerve), and leaned forward to press their foreheads together.  “Give me a reason to stay,” he breathed, willing him to understand.  Tell me I'm worth it.

Karl tilted his head ever so slightly, just enough that Anders could feel his breath ghost over his lips.  “What about this?” he asked, then closed that final infinitely long inch, the one that had been between them for years, to kiss him.  It was hesitant and slow, like he was afraid Anders might not want it, like he didn’t want to take it if it wasn’t freely given.  

Oh, but it was.  It was.  Anders sighed against Karl’s mouth and pulled him closer, kissing him back and pouring years of feelings into it, until they were dizzy and breathless and somehow he was on his back and Karl was on top of him and it was so right and he was so ready and –

“Not like this,” Karl murmured when they finally broke apart, then he pushed himself up, leaning on one arm and resting his palm over Anders’ racing heart.  “I want it to be special.  Can you wait?”  He glanced away and added, “I mean, is that a reason to stay?”

Anders couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face.  “You’re just trying to drag this out and keep me here longer.”

“Is it working?”

He caught the edge of Karl’s collar and tugged him back down.  “Ask me next week.”

[chernychnyi]

circle boyfriends

[annahamiltonsstuff]

Ich hab gerade das Bedürfnis ein How to Tatort zu machen, als Einsteiger ist es vielleicht schwierig wo man anfangen soll und wo man aufhört, weshalb man sich hier entlang hangeln könnte.

How to Tatort

1. Ich fang jetzt mit dem Saarbrücken Tatort (Leo Hölzer, Adam Schürk, Ester Baumann, Pia Heinrich) an, weil er hier auch am berühmtesten ist. Da ist die Chronologische Reigenfolge wahnsinnig wichtig, weil die Folgen aufeinander aufbauen.

1. Das fleißige Lieschen

2. Der Herr des Waldes

3. Das Herz der Schlange

4. Die Kälte der Erde

5. Der Fluch des Geldes

2. Beim Münchner Tatort (Franz Leitmayr und Ivo Batic) würde ich eigentlich sagen es ist egal wo man anfängt, da die Folgen nicht aufeinander aufbauen und auch kaum Hintergrundwissen benötigt wird. Aber es gibt Folgen mit denen man eher nicht anfangen sollte, weil es da meistens sehr tief in die Psyche der Charaktere und deren Beziehungen geht.

Der Tiefe Schlaf

Am Ende des Flurs

Mord unter Misteln

Die Wahrheit

Der Tod ist unser ganzes Leben

Die letzen beiden sind quasi inoffizielle Doppelfolgen. Weshalb "Die Wahrheit" vor "Der Tod ist unser ganzes Leben" ansehen.

"Mord unter Misteln" ist ne hammer Folge, aber ich denke man ist da sehr verwirrt von allen Charakteren. Und dem Krimi dinner und das jeder gerade wen anderen spielt, Ivo und Franz einen kleinen Streit haben etc.

Natürlich kommen auch Empfehlungen wo man stattdessen anfangen kann. Da ich denke, dass man in genau den Folgen die Charaktere gut kennenlernt.

Die letzte wiesn

One way ticket

Dreams

Wunder gibt es immer wieder

Hackl

Aber sonst ist es wirklich egal, weil es zwischen Franz und Ivo nie die eine kennenlern Szene gab.

3. Tatort Stuttgart (Thorsten Lannert und Sebastian Bootz). Bei dem Tatort würde ich sagen, ist die erste Folge wichtig und die tritte also

Hart an der Grenze

Tödliche Tarnung

Weil man hier die Charaktere und die sich gegenseitig auch kennenlernen. Man lernt gleich in der ersten Folge Sebastians Familie kennen und in der dritten "Tödliche Tarnung" wird Thorstens Vergangenheit erklärt und aufgearbeitet.

Sonst ist es eigentlich egal. Alles was man noch wissen muss ist das sich Sebastians Frau in "Spiel auf Zeit" von ihm trennt und Thorsten und Sebastian mal hardcore gestritten haben und man die Stimmung schon in den jeweiligen Folgen erkennt (also ich jedenfalls ;)

Aber mit welcher folge man nicht anfangen sollte ist

Die Nacht der Kommissare

Man ist da dann nur verwirrt, ich spreche da aus Erfahrung. Ich würds sogar goldene Regel nennen "keines falls mit Die Nacht der Kommissare beginnen."

4. Münster Tatort (Frank Thiel und Prof. Dr. Dr. Karl-Friedrich Boerne). Hier würd ich auch sagen es ist egal wo man anfängt, aber bei Story wie sich Thiel und Boerne kennenlernen ist es schon schön von anfang an dabei zu sein. Zumal Boerne ja nicht Kommissar ist sondern sich einfach zusätzlich in die Fälle als Gerichtsmediziner einmischt.

Weshalb ich sagen würde, Folge 1 und 2 sind fürn Anfang wichtig

Der dunkle Fleck

Fakten, Fakten

Wo ich nicht anfangen würde ist bei

Limbus

Propheteus

Bei "Limbus" geht's in Boernes Unterbewusstsein/Vergangenheit und man braucht da ein paar Vorkenntnisse. "Propheteus" ist etwas abgedreht, und da muss man erstmal den Humor vorm Münster Tatort kennen.

5. Tatort Wien (Bibi Fellner und Moritz Eisner)

Ich hab da selbst mit der ersten Folge begonnen, deshalb würd ich sagen ist es auch nicht notwendig. Aber ich hab Folgen die ich zum einsteigen empfehlen würde

Her mit der Marie!

Glück allein

Azra

Die erste ist im großen und ganzen ne hammer Folge, aber man lernt auch Bibi mit ihrem Helfersyndrom kennen und liebe. Und auch die Dynamik mit Moritz kommt da gut zur Geltung.

6. Dortmund Tatort (aktuell Peter Faber, Jan Pawlak, Rosa Herzog)

Also ich glaube beim Dortmund Tatort ist auch die Reigenfolge wichtig, weil viele Charaktere regelmäßig aussteigen und neu einsteigen. Und man bekommt dann von Anfang an immer wieder kleine Portionen von Fabers trauma mit.

Wer das orginal Team ansehen will (Faber, Bönisch, Dalay, Kossik). Folgende Reigenfolge

1. Alter Ego

2. Mein Revier

3. Eine andere Welt

4. Auf ewig dein

5. Hydra

6. Schwerelos

7. Kollaps

8. Hundstage

9. Zahltag

10. Sturm

Wer nur wegen Jan Pawlak den Dortmund Tatort ansehen will kann auch ab seinem ersten Auftritt anfangen. Aber einem fehlen einige Hintergrund Infos zu Fabers Vergangenheit. Da die Charaktere weitergehend auftreten.

Reigenfolge ab Jan

11. Tollwut

12. Tod und Spiele

13. Zorn

14. Inferno

15. Monster

16./17. In der Familie (doppelfolge mit dem Münchner Tatort team, und Dalay steigt aus)

18. Heile Welt (Rosa Herzog wird neue Kollegin)

19. Masken

20. Gier und Angst

21. Liebe mich! (Letzte Folge mit Bönisch)

22. Du bleibst hier

23. Love is pain

Ich glaub das wars dann soweit von mit ✌️

[coolbeanstrees]

Anders was right and no one can convince me he is evil