#dammit anders

[carduelism]

Man and his cat

#dragon age #dragon age ii #dragon age awakening #anders dragon age #anders nolastname dammit ugh #ser pounce a lot #fanart #my art #da posting

[libartz]

I can’t decide if it’s better for Justice to hate swears, or to initially use them like any other word because he doesn’t know they’re bad, like a little kid picking up all the words.

I imagine he had a period of being a word sponge, but on finding out words are swears he’s mortified and never says them again.

Some people keep teaching him swears. Oghren and Anders have a rare point of commonality in doing this. Others try to stop this by telling him that’s a swear immediately. Velanna’s one of them. Nathaniel also tries to stop it, but doesn’t want to admit he sometimes finds it funny. Not sure if Sigrun is on team swear or team ‘Noooo he’s baby you’re corrupting himmm’

Then after he drops one in front of some visiting noble the seneschal gives him a list of words he cannot say, and the fun is over

Then begins the campaign of convincing him that certain regular words are swears. Someone says “hey where are the plates” and Justice is like *GASP!* “You can’t say that!”

Velanna once again stops this. “Those knuckleheads are messing with you again. If they tell you a word is bad, you come to me and I’ll give you the actual answer.”

“I will, Velanna. You have never led me astray.”

He becomes grumpy at everyone except Velanna and they all apologise to him and promise to stop. Oghren tries again after a week and everyone’s “Hey, how could you! We promised him!” Oghren stops only because Justice may never speak to him again if he continues.

Also, giving Justice the Grievous Insult ability in Awakening 🤣

Him never swearing ever except in battle specifically, and when he does being so vulgar it enrages the goddamn darkspawn

The crew saying “woah, Justice dropped some major curse bombs today. I almost feel bad for the spawn.” And Oghren’s reaction is “While I was away? Come on! I always miss the best parts!”

Someone swearing at base afterwards, Justice going “hey, language” and them saying “you’re one to talk”

#yes I know he probably would understand swears #especially with the kristoff memories #but it’s still funny #dammit oghren #learn boundaries #dragon age #dragon age awakening #justice dragon age #oghren #swearing #velanna #anders #nathaniel howe #sigrun

[highbrow-drow]

Gale has got no business looking this hot in patch 8.

I don't even like Gale. But do you know what I do like? Anders. And now we have another handsome tortured mage with an earring facing off against a sexy white haired elf for my OCs romantic attention.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 early access #gale bg3 #patch 8 #bg3 screenshots #that earring tho #took a leaf right outta the anders book #you know we cant resist a handsome tortured mage with an earring dammit #as if it wasnt hard enough the first time #just kidding astarion will win every time

[melviships]

(sees all the shit everyone is going through) (sees I have to support the batshit decisions they make in order for them to be romanced / favored) mm, ah, okay, sure

#melviships talks #[this post is about bg3] #wyll stuff specifically is especially sad because it's like okay I have to kill your dad and even then your abuser is sTILL HERE ??? #WTF ???? #Astarion I want to feel bad for you because trust me I've been there #but as someone with npd we can absolutely do better and this is not how we do it #karlach is completely justified in her anger and she's aware of how she can hurt people #but I'm scared to see how Larian treats her especially since she is tied to Wyll #and we see how that is ! #and Gale dammit I know you get compared to Anders but at least he was a catholic guilt ridden guy about it #we can stop all this without you exploding and without you getting a god complex- actually wait I'm totally fine getting equal footing #but maybe let's not- actually it would be fitting of my cleric who is morally grey.... to fight a god.... #okay Gale we're building a bridge I promise #but you better not become a dickhead with power - we share the fruits of our labor and stand together #edit: talked to Mystra #uhhhh hm #well #I feel a lil better about this all <- cleric brained

[jowikari]

I just replayed DA2 and I know most people will say this one game sucks but tbh its the only title i cried TWICE and I will do everytime in future

#dragona age 2 #all that remai #this quest is killing me #my mother issues are awake af #also florence at the end #dammit anders we are besties i cant be mad for fighting for our rights #anders #da2 #IM NOT CALLING YOU A LIAR

[amberpride]

I hope that you got my response yesterday about a link to change. Org petition about renewing titans and I think 🤔 there is a link to the petition somewhere on tumblr but I don’t know 🤷‍♀️ and I also think 🤔 that you should go to the change. Org website and type renew dc titans and I don’t know 🤷‍♀️ how to insert the link and I hope 🤞 that this information ℹ️ helps along with the another petition that was mentioned recently will help us bring back our favorite 🤩 found family

Hello Hun!

So sorry for taking so much time to answer you! But you’re doing the work!! I went on change.org and found the petition. I will post it here so people can join and share if they want :D thank you!

Here’s the link to help save the Titans show. It’s worth a try even if the odds are low it still can bring attention :)

https://chng.it/K8tCSXj6KP

#dick grayson #dc titans #kory anders #dickkory #titans s4 #season 5 #we deserve it dammit #renew #petition

[fanfoolishness]

Uncomfortably specific assumptions based on your fic: you have had anxiety about/spent a lot of time thinking about who YOU are as a person versus how much of you is tied up in or defined by your relationships to work, family, and other people

I -- that's -- heh -- I mean --

*sweatdrop appears*

#hmmmm like how seia shepard was viscerally horrified by the idea of the control ending and having to carry that responsibility for eternity #or how namira lavellan feared losing her story in that of the inquisitor #or how min hawke has struggled mightily with her role as the eldest sister #or how steven loses himself in his role as protector and guardian of other people #or how anders struggles with his objectivity as a healer #or how din cautiously learns to incorporate fatherhood into his identity and his self-story #dammit dude why do you gotta be so insightful

[asteralien]

the amount of secondhand bloodlust i feel towards blaine's dad............ i get that blaine is a fucked up evil little skrunkle but i genuinely truly feelingly hope that he gets to kill angus with his own bare hands

#he may be a fucked up evil little skrunkle but he's MY fucked up evil little skrunkle dammit #i need to stop calling him little tho mr anders is fully 6 foot #mythtakes #myth liveblogs izombie

[oldandcrusty]

Everyone is like 'Nathaniel should have been the third Grey Warden option in DAI', to which I raise you an alternative concept: Oghren.

Have him have gone through character development. He admits he was sexist, homophobic, and uneducated about elves, and works really hard to be better and take accountability. It's actually endearing. He also quit drinking and shares stories of his kid all the time.

He's still Oghren, though. An absolute mess of a man who can't take anything seriously. It's even funnier that Hawke's contact is THIS guy. Which is very Hawke behaviour. Ask Anders to recommend the most chaotic Warden possible.

And you know he would want to be the one to stay behind. That he would want to have his warrior's death. It would feel so freaking satisfying for his character arc.

Can you just imagine how much more fun he would have been than Stroud? How much more impactful the story of his death would be? Dammit man.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #oghren #grey warden #warden #dragon age origins #dao

[sapphim]

so do we have any evidence that varric actually bothered to learn anders' name at any point prior to act 3?

bc all I have is this

Varric: (If Anders falls in combat) They got Whatshisname, the mage? Dammit!

Varric: You and Whatshisname, that mage, seem to be getting pretty close. Anders: You'd think after three years the dwarf would learn my name. And I'm standing right here! Varric: Right, I see you there, Blondie. Don't worry.

[dearasteria]

Major Gale romance SPOILERS below, so please DO NOT read and watch if you don't want to get spoiled.

I was REALLY worried about how romance with Gale would go, especially after talking to him right after he gets Karsas' book. My Tav wanted to believe and trust him, but something didn't feel right. At the end of Act II, when Tav tries to convince him not blow himself up for his ex's forgivness/to save Faerûn, it can be summed up with that one gif from Grey's Anatomy: "So pick me. Choose me. Love me" 🤡. Honestly, she asks not only to choose her, but also not to kill her and the rest of the team. Gale is so easily swayed and tells Tav that he loves her, even more than Mystra. Tav should be happy, right? But I'm like WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, it was faaar too easy, I mean, no protests from him, I didn't even have to use persuasion to convince him. At that point, after the trauma that Bioware had caused us with Anders and Solas, I'm getting paranoid. Gale doesn't love Tav, he's definitely hiding something. But I'm thinking to myself, "Okay, calm down, he just doesn't want to die, super understable. Maybe he really loves her and he needed to hear it? He needed reassurance that he has something to live for? Yes, it must be it". But then I go to the quest journal and see this:

DAMMIT GALE, you snake 🐍 My poor baby Tav (especially since the romance scene in Waterdeep was so warm and tender). She's so in love in him. Now I'm convinced that he will definetly betrey us, stubs us right in the heart.

At the beginning of Act III, he becomes obsessed with a book called The Annals of Karsus that may help him learn more about the crown. He becomes obsessed with how powerful he can become. When Tav gives him the book and says, "We already know the crown's dangerougs. Wouldn't that make things worse?" he replies:

"Worse? It could be the best thing that ever happened to me. To us."

After all this, Gale tries to convince Tav to help him reconstruct the crown. We have this beautiful scene on the boat and when I tell you my jaw dropped. HE CHOOSES TAV, listens to her concerns and simply chooses her.

The way he says it, the way he corrects himself… damn. For Tav, it's like a bucket of cold water. And I'm like, "Here we go again" 🤡

Furthermore, when we visit the Stormshore Tabernacle in Baldur's Gate and interact with Mystra's statue, he seems to feel so uncomfortable, he doesn't want to be there. Tav starts to think he's definitely hiding something. She would like to hear Mystra's version of what happened between her and Gale (I hope we can talk to her at some point in the game, it would be very interesting).

My Tav, however, disagreed, and Gale replies, "I hope you're right. I truly do. Godly power, perhaps I can live without, but you? You're everything". Has the curse of dating mages that leave players heartbroken been broken?

But I have to admit, when he said: "With you, I forget my goddess. I love you. Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me you want what I want. Please" - OH GODS 😳. I was so close to agreeing to this madness. The VA did an amazing job (side note: so many talented VAs in this game, it's mind blowing), the writing is amazing, the music is incredible, I was blown away, really.

Next day, after the boat scene, he's so adorable and full of love for Tav. Then I remembered his gratest flaw (for me it's more like his biggest fear) from the scene with Zethino in the circus: "He thinks he, and the world, might be better off if he were dead". At the time I thought he was lying, manipulating Zethino and his answers. My distrust of mages in games… Yes, I have a problem 😅

I haven't finished the game, but I have high hopes for a happy ending. No spoilers please, thanks :)

What a rollecoster of emotions, I love it, I love Gale. It felt like I was playing Dragon Age: Origins for the first time, way back when I was a teenager. It's really insane how this game makes me feel, how much I care about its characters and story.

EDIT: Okay, so we have an audience with Mystra, I mean only Gale, but we see the whole conversation between them. My only complain is that Gale doesn't mention Tav when Mystra asks him why he defied her 💔 The outcomes are different depending on whether you do it before or after the boat scene. Personally, I think doing the boat scene before meeting Mystra is much better. I get the impression that Gale is abandoning the plan to reconstruct the crown solely for Tav and his love for her. And the drama 👌🏻 it gives me life.

#sorry for the wall of text #ignore my rambling #the thing is i'm very excited and none of my friends play bg3 and my husband can't listen to me anymore 🤭 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #Gale #gale of waterdeep #gale romance #might delete later #Tav #gale bg3

[echo-goes-mmm]

Second-Hand Goods Finale

Masterpost

Previous

Warnings: referring to someone as “broken”, dehumanization, conditioning, implied dub/non-con, “stockholm syndrome”

Ander was pleasantly surprised that Emmett had broken so easily. Was it the withdrawal that finally did him in, or the isolation? Or maybe the client he bought his pet from had done more damage than he thought and jumpstarted the process?

Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Emmett was cute and compliant, and that was all Ander needed. 

He moved Emmett's kennel to his room, just in case he needed to punish him a bit, but it only collected dust.

He even acquiesced on some privileges; Emmett had a hoodie to go along with his boxers (adorable), and had full range of the house. Of course, he’d be locked in his room when Ander went to pick up some product, but Emmett didn’t seem to mind. 

He didn’t seem to mind much of anything anymore, too eager to please to object. 

Just how Ander wanted him.

___________________

Emmett was on the couch, engrossed in his book, when he heard the back door open and close. Odd. Master would have told him if he was going out; he needed to be locked in his room. Master wouldn’t just leave.

What if someone had broken in?

He got up to go look for him. 

The basement door was locked, so he wasn’t downstairs. He dared to peek into Master’s bedroom, but it was empty. So was the kitchen, the bathrooms, and of course he wasn’t in the living room.

Emmett was home alone.

He bit his lip. What to do? Master had even forgotten to lock the front door. It was a nice day out, and the door was ajar to let the light through the glass of the storm door.

Hesitantly, he closed the door and slid the deadbolt into place. He drew the blinds closed, and curled back up on the couch. He went back to his book, and waited for Master to come home.

___________________

Ander was on his way home when he realized he’d forgotten to secure Emmett. Panic slammed into him like a train; he was two hours away with no idea what he was up to.

His house was pretty distant from the rest of town, but there was ample time for Emmett to slip out, alert the police, and have the whole state looking for his car.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

He eyed the speedometer. He was already seven over the speed limit, and there was no way he could risk getting pulled over with a bag of sedatives in the passenger seat and a product in his trunk.

He turned the radio to the news and clutched the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. He flipped on cruise control and waited to hear his name on the broadcast.

___________________

Ander pulled into the driveway, vibrating with anxiety. He glanced around, but could see no hastily hidden cops.

He sprinted up to the house, fumbling his keys and cursing. He finally got the lock, slamming the door open.

“Emmett!? Emmett!?” He ran through the house, nearly colliding with him. Emmett flinched away, dropping to his knees and looking up at him.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

Ander was still shaking, and he took in deep breaths trying to calm down. His heart was beating so fast.

He pulled himself together. “Nothing, I just.. It’s nothing.” He ran his hand through his hair.

Calm down, he told himself. Nothing happened. Everything’s fine. 

Emmett was still waiting on the floor, and he looked shaken. Ander glanced down at him.

“Go wait for me in your room.”

“Yes, Master.” Emmett got up and obeyed, and Ander watched him disappear down the hall. 

He turned to go back to the car and unload.

As he hefted the new stock downstairs, Ander thanked himself and god (in that order) that Emmett didn’t try to escape. But then a thought struck him.

He hastily cuffed the woman to a pole and pulled out his phone. He checked the security alerts. There was one notification. 

Had Emmett left and come back?

He chewed the inside of his cheek as he rewound the footage. The cameras caught Emmett wandering, checking the house. Making sure he was gone. Dammit.

But then Emmett paused at the front door, fiddling with the hem of his gray hoodie.

Don’t do it, he thought, Please tell me you didn’t.

Footage-Emmett closed the front door, locked it, and picked up his book again.

Ander felt the weight on his shoulders disappear. Escape was right in front of him, and Emmett hadn’t taken it.

Such a good boy deserved a reward, and Ander needed some stress relief. 

___________________

Emmett snuggled into Master’s chest, his arms wrapped around his waist and back. He wasn’t in trouble after all; he’d done well to wait for Master right where he left him. 

His reward was some sex (this time he got a blowjob before getting fucked) and takeout that he got to pick (!).

As he dozed off, his only thought was that he’d made the right choice.

He belonged here. He was better than all those guests, all those things that came and went from the house. He was special and good, and Master loved him.

And Emmett loved him back.

taglist: @writereleaserepeat @paintedpigeon1 @morning-star-whump @softmutt444

#AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS! #finally I finished a series! :') #Second-Hand Goods #my writing #whump #captivity whump #intimate whumper #creepy whumper

[crows-of-buckets]

Okay so this seems a little bit of a silly thing to make a poll about however. I keep thinking about it. So.

((i forgot to change the time the poll is up god dammit))

#anders #da2 #sorry this is silly i just. #ive always seen him closer to being a ginger #like ik hes called blondie by varric #but i swear hes closer to a ginger #or like a darker dirty blond #dragon age #polls #dragon age 2 #sorry this is so stupid <//3

[whumpacabra]

9. Revert

Failed escape attempt, anticipated violence, stripped, concussion, firearms mention, referenced starvation, implied beating, vaguely implied noncon

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

Harrison startled as the Wolf snatched his elbow. They had only been walking for a few minutes - half an hour at most - and they hadn’t gotten particularly far given Harrison’s weak body and wheezing lungs.

Which made the pause all the most frustrating.

“What - " He yelped as the Wolf put a hand over his mouth. The larger man’s eyes were furtively scanning the dark stairs above them, head on a swivel. In the indirect shine of the flashlight, Harrison would hazard to say those dark eyes were bright with fear.

“What is it?” He pulled away the hand, whispering as softly as he could. The Wolf flinched, looking down at him with abject terror.

“They’re back.” The words were squeezed from his throat, panicked breaths heaving from his heavy chest. “Go - go up. Hide - don’t let them catch you. Go.”

“Wolf - dammit - don’t!” Harrison stage whispered, hissing through his teeth as the Wolf’s heavy footfalls sped quickly back to the bunker. Harrison was too tired to run after him. He looked down the shadowed stairs with an ache in his chest. He would get out. Get help. Come back for him.

The Wolf didn’t deserve it, but he didn’t deserve starving to death in that hell either.

And Harrison couldn’t stand the thought of any more blood on his hands -

There was movement beyond the wall, the mechanical whine of electricity. The elevator. The elevator was going down.

That was good for him, right? Run up, hope they didn’t have a team taking the stairs, hope he could get out of whatever lay above. Hope he could get a vehicle - or otherwise navigate the desert and find civilization. Something that resembled safety.

They would probably move the Wolf before he could get anyone to come back for him. If they were merciful, they would kill the Wolf here. Harrison knew Goldtooth wasn’t merciful.

He crept back down the stairs, arguing in his head about the decision with every step. He hated the Wolf - he hated Goldtooth - he wasn’t going to save the Wolf he was going to - to check on him. Survey the situation.

(Always the hero, always trying to help, always getting everyone else hurt and killed and worse.)

—

“Where is he?”

Harrison wasn’t sure what he expected, but the curl of a Boston accent in Goldtooth’s English voice was enough to startle him to stillness in the shadows of the stairwell. The elevator doors were open, empty.

He could slip inside and ride away.

The harsh sound of a fist meeting flesh made him flinch from the idea.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Goldtooth’s snarl had none of its usual sadistic amusement. He was enraged. There was a beep and crackle of static. “Anders, sweep the stairs. We’re down a volunteer.”

The response was too distant and muffled to hear, but Goldtooth huffed an unamused chuckle.

“Bitch either finally grew a pair or is as dumb as he looks and lost track of H after escaping.” Goldtooth’s voice rumbled low. “I didn’t say you could get out of the Box, did I?”

“No sir.” The Wolf wasn’t supposed to sound so small, so tired.

Harrison dared to creep forward, casting a glance down the hall. There weren’t any other soldiers.

“Last time I’ll ask: where’s H at?” The silence that followed was punctuated with a sharp slap. “No more questions. Red Room and strip. I’m not going to enjoy this nearly as much as I want to.”

Harrison breathed slowly through his mouth, pressing into the shadows as Goldtooth marched from the Wolf’s room to the weapons locker. Harrison couldn’t see, but from the sound of it, the Wolf had gone down the hall to the left - the door across from the water room.

He dared to poke his head out as Goldtooth stalked from the locker, neglecting to close it behind himself. For a split second Harrison feared he would be seen as the soldier turned to enter the Red Room, but all that followed was a slamming door.

The Wolf didn’t have long.

The weapons locker was stuffed to the brim with implements Harrison was far too familiar with. At first his heart sank, seeing firearms and ammunition behind a locked gate. But then his foot hit the handle of what he assumed was Goldtooth’s discarded weapon. A silenced semiautomatic - the same model Harrison had held so many months before as their helo took off from the air base.

Holding a loaded weapon in his hands had never felt so satisfying as he crept toward the door, double checking the hallway was clear. Goldtooth had asked a separate team to sweep the stairs, but they sure as hell wouldn’t be down here anytime soon.

For a brief moment he paused, eye catching the sterile white peeking through the ajar door across from the weapons locker. The Wolf had called it the White Room -

Focus, Harrison.

The Red Room door had slammed shut, but he hadn’t heard a lock engage. He could certainly hear the two on the other side.

“Slow down, I’m not in a rush.” Goldtooth’s laugh burned like acid in Harrison’s stomach. “All you had to do was say something - he went up the stairs, he hid in the elevator shaft - but no, your dumbass forgot the first rule: do as I say. Anders will find him - or what’s left of him - and if he’s lucky I won’t have a new chewtoy.

Now - slow the fuck down, one button at a time, nice and easy. And quit crying like a little bitch for fuck’s sake.”

Harrison was a goddamn Marine. He had seen live combat. He had killed before. It certainly wasn’t for lack of will that he found himself on his back, dazed with a gold-toothed smile baring down at him.

He was half starved and certainly dehydrated. He didn’t know the layout of the Red Room - a dark, dank place so thick with the iron of old blood. He wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t strong enough.

He wasn’t enough.

“Look who’s decided to show up.” A hand snatched his ankle, dragging him across the concrete too fast. He winced, groaning as his aching skull and bony body scraped against the rough flooring.

Christ - there was definitely broken glass on the floor in here.

“Fuck you too, asshole.” He weakly kicked away the hand, the snarl on his lips loosened as his swirling vision glimpsed the Wolf. Jacket and gloves off, shit buttons undone, and eyes wide with blind panic and guilt.

“Hm, and here I heard your quips died with the other little piggy, hm?” Goldtooth pressed his boot to Harrison’s chest, smirking down at him. Harrison winced, writhing as small glass fragments buried deeper in his back. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Harrison nearly attempted to rear up the second the boot left his chest. He wanted to lunge at the torturer, the monster who pulled puppet strings and laughed. The crack of a kick to his skull made those wants a very far away and blurry concern.

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

#whump #failed escape #escape attempt #anticipated violence #stripped #concussion #firearms mention #referenced starvation #implied beating #implied noncon #freelancers au #finals are done o7 I'm free to giggle and kick my feet while torturing my brain blorbos #it's been...a rough couple of months tbh. but i really want to share this story with you so I'm trucking through it #tomorrow is sooo juicy like honestly one of my fave things I've written

[flashhwing]

dammit i have Something to Say but i'm about to head into a training session so I'll try to truncate it but like

how come the only time I've seen Hawke date Fenris and then Anders it's like. Fenris was their real love and they just settled for/were manipulated into dating Anders. why is it never the other way around. can't it be that Anders is their real love and it took having their heart broken by Fenris to get there

#i've seen this twice ftr #once in a hawke/dorian fic #and once in a post from a handers shipper explaining why they hate hawke-dated-fenris-first headcanons/fics #but i haven't seen my way anywhere except in my head/playthrough #this has been a post

[carrinth]

Hah! Who's the Archdemon killer? This guy right here!

(Yes yes I put him in pants but I played the WHOLE game in almost the same damn robe; I took Arcane Warrior just so he could wear something else dammit! Let him have this! 😭)

WHEW. With Origins done, I can finally start playing Awakening. Ahhhh so excited! 🤗 This is, strangely enough, actually my first playthrough of Awakening as I didn't have the DLCs previously and just went straight to DA2.

But NOW I can! And I'll finally meet this 'Anders That Came Before' that everyone talks about and also original flavour Corpse Justice lmao. Man I hope this doesn't awaken(ing) anything inside me. Like my long dormant DA obsessions hahahhaa........... 😅😅😅😅 >_> <_<

#the return of marzel #marzel amell #yeah sorry for all the sudden DA stuff again lol #Dragon Age Stuff