#post DA2

[andrastes-cheeks]

Haven’t drawn ✨them✨ in awhile and I also wanted to play around with some new pens with a quick couple sketches

Has anyone else’s Hawke gone through a weird hair phase?

[teine-mallaichte]

[ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness

For Adrian and Fenirs, because if he's going to get trapped in the fade they need one hell of a goodbye kiss first.

My GOD!!! The Angst of this prompt... 10 years, 11 years? At least 10 years that idiot is going to be trapped in the fade... Despite everyone trying to get him out, one by one giving up until only a few hold out hope. And you want their goodbye kiss?

Alright... You asked for it

Also.... I made myself sad writing this 🤣 that's not a thing that happens to me!

@dadrunkwriting

Adrian sighed, adjusting his pack as he stood on the gangplank. Varric’s letter had arrived three days ago—light on details but heavy on implication. The Inquisition needed his help. A few weeks, maybe a month at most. Hardly anything in the grand scheme of things. He’d be back before anyone even had time to miss him.

He had said his goodbyes to the crew. To Isabela.

Or so he told himself.

His route was planned, checked, double-checked.

He was ready.

So why was it so damn hard to leave?

He looked back across the deck, Fenris stood still, arms crossed, green eyes fixed on him.

This was something else. Something heavier.

Adrian had expected an argument when he told Fenris he had to go alone. That it would be easier, safer, if he stayed behind with Isabela and the crew. Instead, Fenris had been silent. No sharp remarks. No scoff of disapproval. Just a deep, quiet tension, something unreadable tightening his jaw.

Not anger.

No, Adrian had seen enough of Fenris’ temper to know the difference.

Adrian exhaled sharply, breaking the silence. “You’re making that face.”

Fenris blinked. “What face?”

Adrian smirked. “The one that looks a lot like your ‘Adrian’s about to do something stupid’ face—but worse.”

Fenris’ lips pressed into a thin line, “If you know that it is stupid, then why are you still doing it?”

Adrian stepped closer, near enough to reach for Fenris’ hand, though he didn’t—yet. “I didn’t say it was stupid. Just that you think it is.”

Fenris turned his gaze to the horizon, “You shouldn’t go alone," he said quietly.

“I won’t be alone,” Adrian reminded him, “Varric will be there. The Inquisition’s got plenty of capable people.” He hesitated before adding, “And I’ll be careful.”

Fenris scoffed. “You are incapable of being careful.”

Adrian huffed a laugh, “Hey, I can be careful.” He tried for a grin, but it faltered under Fenris’ gaze. His voice softened. “I will come back, Fen.”

A slow breath left Fenris, measured and controlled, as if he was holding something back. “I do not like this.”

“I know,” Adrian admitted.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The wind tugged at Adrian’s cloak, the scent of salt and damp wood heavy in the air. A gull cried somewhere in the distance, but the world felt narrowed down to just the two of them.

Then Fenris reached out, fingers wrapping around Adrian’s wrist—not tight, but firm, grounding. Holding him here, if only for a moment longer.

Adrian’s pulse sped up, a strange hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he invited it. His smirk returned, softer this time. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried about me.”

Fenris’ lips quirked, a ghost of a smile that faded too quickly. “I am always worried about you.”

The words sent a strange warmth curling in Adrian’s chest. Before he could respond, Fenris stepped forward, closing the last bit of space between them. His hand lifted to the back of Adrian’s neck, pulling him down just enough—

The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was steady, deliberate. A promise. A tether.

Fenris’ fingers curled in Adrian’s hair, his grip sure but not demanding. Adrian sighed into the touch, his own hands finally moving—one grasping Fenris’ hand, the other slipping up to his jaw, thumb tracing along the sharp line of his cheek.

The world beyond them faded. The ship, the sea, even the impatient voices calling from the dock. None of it mattered.

When they finally pulled apart, Fenris lingered, his forehead resting against Adrian’s, breath warm against his skin.

“Do not die,” he murmured.

Adrian smirked, but the sharp edges of it had dulled. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Fenris didn’t answer. His fingers lingered on Adrian, his eyes searching his face as if trying to commit every inch of him to memory.

Another call rang out from the dock. The group who were meant to be escorting him growing impatient.

Adrian sighed, rolling his shoulders back before reluctantly stepping away. “Well,” he said, forcing lightness into his tone, “time to go be a hero again.”

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[wantonglances]

god this really sucks, I'm gonna [remembers that suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] join an expedition into the Deep Roads.

[nauti-ca]

just finished my official origins world save game….. ohhh the sillies. ohhh

[sashthesloth]

[✔️] Use custom world state

[companionquest]

he’s a successful novelist he’s a criminal he’s the mayor he’s a father figure he’s a short king he bets on losing dogs he’s my best friend

[joesferatu]

a quick blue wraith era fenris

[whoisnotmyname]

if you play da2 backwards you get your family back

[whimscicle]

All that's left is the ghost of you

[tench]

Justice in DAA: I am doomed, stuck in a dead body, mourned by people I don't know. Oh how unjustly do I hurt them, merely existing, though it's against my will I was thrusted into the world I do not wish to be in, against my nature I persist. I feel the rot of the flesh around me yet I don't know, what will become of me when the body is gone. The only thing grounding me is the sweet song of lyrium...

Manfred in DAV:

[demonic-dorito]

I still think the decision by the game devs to not have Fenris turn Anders or even Merrill over to the Templars was a fascinating character choice. I know it’s for gameplay reasons, but the fact that they don’t even have him try (if the player has a low approval score with him, for instance) says so much about him as a person. It’s implied in a dialogue he has with Sebastian that he doesn’t do it out of… respect, maybe? for Hawke, but even with low approval, he doesn’t try (is he using Hawke as deflection as to why he doesn’t???).

It implies that Fenris values others’ autonomy over his own fear and disgust of even blood mages. Like,, the same Fenris that isolates himself and constantly advises Hawke to not get involved in other people’s problems. And iirc the fact that you gain approval in a few instances when you help other elves. Deep down he does care about others and always has (we’re talking about the guy who essentially sacrificed himself to save his mother and sister), but nobody has ever been there for him so he projects that hurt onto the world around him. And that’s why it’s so satisfying that he goes on to be the Blue Wraith, helping others like nobody ever helped him.

[teine-mallaichte]

Adrian in the fade WIP

So... apparently my brain is focused on Adrian Hawke right now, and how the self sacrificial idiot gets trapped in the fade. I blame that DADWC prompt of the goodbye kiss...

I have an outline for a fic where Rook finds him at the crossroads, 10 years (I need to double check dates) after getting trapped. So obviously I had to draw him... and because apparently I like to make things difficult for myself I'm trying to do so digitally 😂

This fic is going to be so sad... Like seriously sad, I'm going to really try to give it a happy ending though because I can't have Adrian and Fernis not be together agian... even if Adrian is a little fade-touched.

[fenrisdefender]

The Ship of All Time

Commission for my friend Andi. Supposed to just be line art, originally, but I couldn't help myself. I had to put some color to it. Might end up adding a little more color in Hawke's clothing later, but for now I like how it turned out!

[crawfish-kneecaps]

had to do it

[mourn-and-watch]

actually i love that we never got to know anders' name. it's such a defining detail because i don't think that at the start of daa/da2 he even feels the need to tell anyone what he was called once, no matter how close he gets to the people around him. does it even matter now? is there something left from the boy that set that barn on fire and never saw his home again? he's used to anders and it suits him, not even because of his origin, but because of the reason why he got that name. not speaking, not disclosing anything about himself to people who locked him up was his first act of rebellion, in a way. it took him years and a spirit of justice and also a lot of shit to start caring about other mages, but he couldn't accept what was happening to him since he was a kid and oh boy was he determined to stand his ground even when it couldn't change that much. i mean, that's why he is anders. quite literally. the first spark of the mage rebellion was lit by a person who was stubborn enough to never give his name away to anyone in that tower