Handers + kitty = <3
The only bad thing about the Robes of the Champion is that the bit of fabric at the back covers Garrett’s butt.
Maybe that bit of fabric covers Garrett’s butt because the aforementioned butt is distracting for the rest of the group?
I’m right there with you, Anders.
So I shall challenge you to draw Jillian&her Bae, Nr. 9.
“ 9. Kisses on the neck ”
Get a room you two >:y
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
he’s fine.
“Comic Market 89″の申し込みの為に描きました。受かるといいなぁ。
“I love to see you smile”
A: “How come you can fight with all that hair in front of you?”
H: “When you’ve got skills, nothing can stand in my way!”
A: “Varric said otherwise.”
H: “He did? What did he said?”
A: “Yeah, something about the first time you and him met.”
I swear this was going in the right direction, but I’m not very good at words, so yeah. Jillian Hawke failing being suave to Anders.
I just wanted to make Anders tie his style on Jillian’s hair, how did it end up like this? _(:3 | )_
Anything for #Handers Week!
幸せで感極まって泣いて欲しい
Preorder “DATING AGE II: DOKI♥DOKI EDITION” for bonus cutscenes!!
[bg credit!] [also thank a huge thank you to the amazing fauxfires for the steam reviews!]
I got a temporary rig set up until my new components arrive and I can work. just in time for #Andermance week!
Sometimes the smol boyfriend needs to protect the big boyfriend u_u
Matching beardboyfriends? ?? ?
no but give me hawkes who are as infatuated with anders as he is with them
hawkes who don’t talk about him like a chore or a chain yoking them to a cause they don’t believe in but instead hawkes who are proud of him, hawkes who are absolutely enamoured with him, hawkes who can’t believe this witty, kind and cute warden-healer fell for them
give me hawkes who laugh at all his terrible jokes because in their eyes, they’re not terrible. give me hawkes who gaze at him dreamily when he talks, only to quickly glance away when anders looks over. give me hawkes who talk their family’s ears off about my friend anders who runs the free clinic from the moment they meet him, so that nobody in the hawke family is at all surprised when my friend anders becomes anders becomes my lover
give me hawkes who write about him, secretly, in what most people would call a journal. give me musician hawkes who laugh with him on the lute, not at him, and teach him how to play, reassuring him that skill and practice are as interdependant as light and shadow; there can be no one without the other. give me artist hawkes who try to draw him, sketching in charcoal endless pictures of anders at rest or at work, anders casting spells, anders with his patients; hundreds of images balled up and tossed aside for anders to find later; hawke can never quite get his nose just right
(later on, neither can the wanted posters all over thedas: there are small mercies after all).
just. give me hawkes who are as pleased to be loved by anders as anders is to be loved by them. that’s all.
//tries really hard not to look at geibaar