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mhanderszine · 5 months

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REBEL HEARTS: AN M!HANDERS ZINE OFFICIAL ZINE RELEASE

On behalf of all contributors and moderators, we are proud to present the official release of Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine!

This zine is the culmination of 33 fans’ love for Anders and m!Hawke, with over sixty pages of amazing art and fic for you to enjoy, entirely for free!

Though we will not be accepting money directly, we have designated Doctors Without Borders and Amnesty International as our suggested charities if you are feeling generous.

To download Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine’s full package, complete with print-ready files and custom Handers emotes, please go to our official Google Drive. Please note that this zine contains works of all ratings, from general audiences to explicit.

We hope you enjoy the zine!

Cover art done by the wonderful @violaviolets

#mhanders #m!handers #handers #dragon age 2 #dragon age ii #dragon age #bioware #dragon age zine #rebel hearts zine #mhanders zine #m!handers zine #anders #anders*#da fanart #zine #fanzine

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pinkfadespirit · 4 months

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My piece for the @mhanderszine!

This was a fantastic project to work on, with so many amazing stories and artworks created for it! I'm so grateful to everyone who joined us to make it happen 💖

#handers #m!handers #anders #male hawke #dragon age 2 #dragon age fanart #pink fade art #blood

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storybookhawke · 11 months

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treat yourself, hawke, you deserve it

#putting in WAY too much effort for a shitpost meme but here we are #mhanders #handers #dafanart #m!handers #anders #hawke #male hawke #default hawke #mhawke #da2 #da2art #sbh #sbh art

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arcane-hunger · 11 months

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Your Fading Light

Though many claimed the war had ended, the remaining Templars refused to lay down their weapons and cease their savagery. Instead, they sought vengeance against the ones who incited it all, the rebel apostate Anders and his beloved partner Garrett. Anders escaped with his life, but Garrett paid the ultimate price for his safety, succumbing to a fate more cruel than death: Tranquility. (Rating: Mature)

I had the absolute delight to work with @sweetmage to create fanart for their devastatingly emotional Handers fic. This piece was so much fun to work on, and was a real opportunity for me to play about with composition and symbolism. Progress gif and detail shots under the cut!

I knew exactly what Garrett would look like, and painted him right at the beginning in one session. However, Anders went through every single iteration as I tried to get him to fit in with this Tranquil!Garrett portrait within the card dimensions. I was convinced the staff would be held behind him until just before I started detail rendering lol

Once more, this was a lot of fun ♥ Likes and reblogs super appreciated as always ♥

#anders dragon age #handers #dragon age #dragon age art #anders #dragon age big bang #garrett hawke #m!hawke #m!handers #hawke #kip's art

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sydsrichie · 1 month

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#he really is just so rude for no good reason #Gamlen amell #handers #da2 #garrett hawke #anders dragon age #m!handers

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handers-time · 2 months

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Introducing the 2024 Handers Gift Exchange!

Welcoming any and all Handers fans, @handers-time will be hosting another year of the Handers Gift Exchange! For those unfamiliar, a fandom gift exchange is an event in which participants create fanworks to give to one another, based off their prompts, preferences, and ships! Then giftees will leave comments on any gifts they receive and the love for Handers will be shared.

Schedule:

March 9 - 23: Sign-ups

March 24 - 26: Matching & Assignments

March 27 - May 19: Creation & Posting Period

With additional check-ins on April 12-14 and May 3-5. Participants may post any time during the creation period dates, not just at the end.

Rules & FAQ under the read-more:

Q. When will assignments go out, and when is my gift due?

A. Assignments will go out on or before March 26, 2024. You can post your gift any time during the creation period, but they absolutely must be posted by May 19.

Q. Will there be check-ins?

A. Yes. Mods will be checking in with participants the weekends of April 12 and May 3. If you are struggling to complete a gift or haven’t started by then we would strong encourage you to flag this to a mod so that we can arrange a pinch-hitter if necessary. We understand that life happens, so we won’t hold it against you if you need to drop out - we just want to be sure that your recipient still gets a gift!

Q. How do I share my gift?

A. All gifts should be posted on AO3 and on tumblr. Gifts should be posted to the 2024 Handers Gift Exchange collection on AO3 (link to be shared). Your recipient should be clearly tagged. Tumblr posts should tag in the handers-time blog so that we can find it to reblog it.

Q. How big should my gift be?

A. Fanfic should reach a minimum word count of 1,000 words. Fanart should be at least a clean sketch or completed lineart, depending on how you view your artstyle.

Extra gifts - written as optional add-ons after you’ve completed your main gift - can be much smaller with a minimum word count of 250 words. There is no maximum word count for main gifts or for extra gifts.

Q. Is this an anonymous gift exchange?

A. No, but please do not tell your giftee until you have officially posted your gift. The reveal will occur the moment you post it!

Q. Are there any rules about commenting?

A. Yes. You must comment on any gift made for you. For a full gift, this should be a comment of at least 3 sentences in length. For extra gifts, it can be less.

Q. I don’t want to sign up to the exchange but I’d like to produce extra gifts. What do I do?

Lovely to have you! We share the complete list of requests after sign-ups publicly - you can keep an eye on this blog for it. Anyone can create an extra treat - you do not need to be a participant of the full exchange. Extra gifts have a lower minimum requirements (250 words, or sketches) and you can produce as many as you like.

Q. I have another question.

A. Please send an ask to the handers-time mod and we'd be happy to help.

#handers #m!handers #f!handers #nb!handers #hawke x anders #dragon age ii #dragon age 2 #bioware #dragon age #dragon age event #anders #anders*#hawke #male hawke #nb hawke #female hawke #da2

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violaviolets · 5 months

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Comforting the tired apostate bf

#handers #m!handers #anders/male!hawke #da2 fanart #da2 #dragon age 2

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sweetmage · 13 days

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Happy Friday and welcome to DADWC! How about: "Please don't leave me" from the Bad Things Happen Bingo prompts for M!Hawke/Anders?

Hi!! Happy Friday! Thank you so so much for the prompt <3 After much waffling on it, I decided to do a little bit of Hawke fearing losing Anders since I haven't done that as much!

Please Don't Leave Me - M!Handers

@dadrunkwriting

TW: Parental death, grieving

Words: 1220+

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, angst

Summary: After losing so much, Hawke doesn't know how to cope with the loss of his mother nor the fear of losing what little he has left. Anders tries his best to comfort him.

Full fic below the cut!

The room was quiet, as it so often was, but on this night it only served to exemplify what was missing. Who was missing.

The scent of blood was still fresh in his nose, the feeling of rot hadn't left his fingers, nor had the loving tingle where she'd held his hand until hers went limp in his.

Hawke was utterly devastating beyond what he could put to words.

Anders had long since stopped trying to soothe him with words, instead threading his fingers through Hawke's hair while he laid up against his feather pauldrons.

It felt wrong, almost, grieving for a mother he'd had the privilege of knowing for nearly three decades while wrapped in the arms of a man who had been denied that right. He knew Anders hadn't meant it that way when he called him lucky, but it stuck like a stone in his chest.

Sharing what he felt was hard, but some things could not be masked with humor. Sometimes things could not even be masked with silence, for as much as he tried.

"Can I get anything for you?" Anders asked, breaking his long silence.

After a moment, Hawke shook his head. "No," he said, voice hoarse from disuse and the lump in his throat.

"You're not thirsty? Hungry? You haven't had anything all day."

Losing a loved one wasn't exactly conducive to an appetite, but he understood Anders's concern all the same.

He shook his head again, though Anders still moved, still slid from beneath him. The sudden absence was like a blow, and he sat up quickly.

"Anders," he called, but he gave him no time to react before he was on his feet and grabbing for him frantically. "Don't. Please don't." His tone came harsher than he'd meant it, and he hated the way Anders tensed up at his tight touch.

Hawke loosened his grip on his arm, but he didnt let go. He couldn't. "I'm sorry, I'm not—I don't mean—"

"Love, I was just going to—" Anders said, soft, gentle, and turned around in his hold.

"Stay," he pleaded, not letting him finish his thought. "I don't need anything else. If you leave I'll just think and I... can't. I can't."

He chastised himself for how childish he sounded, how selfish and demanding.

He'd blamed himself for his father's death, for Bethany's, for Carver's mishap in the deep roads. He blames himself for denying Marian her last moments with their mother, for squandering them by making Leandra spend her last breaths comforting and reassuring him instead of the other way around. Were she to see him now, she might very well tell him the same.

Yet for all he was able to convince himself he was to blame, he could not stomach the idea of losing Anders's comfort. Of losing Anders, period.

That was what it really came down to. Losing him.

Anders's hand came to rest on his cheek, thumb smoothing over his beard in slow circles. He met Hawke's gaze with a cocked brow as if searching him, looking for a sign that his touch was unwanted or unwarranted.

"I'm here love," Anders murmured.

There was no judgment, no anger, no impatience. How was he so good? How could anyone be so unreasonably understanding?

Hawke pulled him into a tight embrace and buried his face within his hair. "For how long?" He asked quietly.

"What?"

"I've lost everyone," he whispered. "Mother was supposed to be safe here. Tucked away in the estate, living a comfortable life. But it didn't matter. I couldn't even keep her safe, how am I supposed to protect you? How long until someone gets to you?"

He felt Anders shift within his hold, just enough to bring his lips near his ear.

"I won't lie to you. I can't promise that won't happen. But it won't be because you didn't do everything in your power to protect me. There is no place safe for an apostate, but being with you is the closest thing I've ever had."

While the truth was harsh, he found it preferable to platitudes and unkept promises. Still...

"You could be safer elsewhere. I'm not sure I can protect you or keep you safe," Hawke said. "You deserve better than this."

Anders wrenched himself free of Hawke's hold, and for a moment he feared his words to be misconstrued as rejection or doubt.

He was about to correct himself when Anders faced him with the fainted crooked smirk upon his lips. "I've fed you every line about how you should leave me, find someone better suited to you, how I'll only end up hurting you or worse. But here you are. You're not the only one who's stubborn. I would do anything, endure anything, to keep you at my side."

It was no surprise that Anders would feel the same, not after all they'd seen together, yet somehow it still caught him off guard.

It was strange to be the one needing comfort, he was so accustomed to nights spent wiping tears from pains long past, allaying fears of a future uncertain and, in those simple acts of assurance, finding his own comfort and healing. Now he felt so vulnerable and exposed, caught beneath that sympathetic amber gaze.

"Love?" He spoke again, when Hawke had yet to respond. His hand came to rest on Hawke's jaw, his thumb swiping tears he hadn't meant to let fall.

"Sorry, sorry. Maker, I'm such a mess." Hawke muttered and leaned into his touch.

"You're hurting," Anders said. "And that's okay. You don't have to apologize. I just... I wish there was more I could do. Or say... something. Anything."

Hawke leaned forward until his head was on Anders's chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart. It was so comforting he almost forgot that he'd yet to answer him. "This. You're doing enough."

"If you insist," Anders said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and carding his fingers through his hair. "Do you... want to lay down? It might help..."

"If you want," Hawke murmured.

"Do you?"

Hawke nodded. "Please."

He stepped back but didn't go far, pulling Hawke in close as he sat on the edge of their shared mattress. He swung his legs up and patted the space beside him where Hawke followed and rested his head upon his chest.

"Can you... stroke my hair again?" He asked quietly. "When I was small, Mother would—"

Warm fingers slid into his hair as if they knew, finding the right rhythm with ease, evoking another time.

"My mother, too," Anders murmured, one of the very few times he'd spoken of his past unprompted.

Hawke scooted up a bit within his arms, burying his face into his neck and bringing his hand up to Anders's hair as well. He loosed it from its tie and ran his fingers there, trying to recreate what had once given him solace and safety.

He knew now why he didn't speak of her, why it had to have been difficult, so painful. But he hoped Anders could feel the love behind the gesture, informed by his own Leandra's loving hand, just as Anders shared with him a touch from long past.

Things weren’t alright, may never be, but they had each other and their ghosts for now, and that was enough.

#dragon age 2 #hawke #anders #handers #m!handers #dadwc

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milkivvei · 4 months

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My contribution to @mhanderszine ! Had a blast working on this, it's in collaboration with @rusted-pipe-of-wisdom 's story :)

#handers #m!handers #their hawke was so nice to draw #art #my art #dragon age #digital art #da hawke #da anders #fan zine

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laniardraws · 10 months

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For @un-shit-yourself :3

Reference unders the cut

#anders #hawke #handers #garrett hawke #m!handers #m!hawke #hawke x anders #dragon age 2 #modern au #my art

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nocturnalvisitor · 11 months

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drew anders the bisexual icon for a sticker for pride month :D details about the sticker itself along with preorders right here!

let me know if you’d like to see any other characters and with what flags in sticker form.

#dragon age #anders #handers #m!handers #hawke #dragon age ii #bioware #shares with your fellow dragon age nerds are super appreciated #my art #my merch

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hollyand-writes · 3 months

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Rating: Teen Word Count: 1,956 Pairing: Anders/Male Hawke Other Tags: Alternative Universe – Regency, Meet-Cute, Flirting, Fade to Black, Written for the @mhanderszine

Summary:

mol·ly house (noun): 1. (British, historical slang) A Regency Era meeting venue for cross-dressing and/or gay men, often a tavern or coffee-house. — Regency AU. The dashing Mr Garrett Hawke meets Doctor Anders at a local molly-house, and sparks fly.

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Mr Garrett Hawke, most eligible bachelor in Kirkwall, was said to be looking for a wife. Tall, handsome, rich, and living in an estate so grand that its balcony boasted the best views over the city, it was a truth universally acknowledged that not a single lady in Hightown would refuse him… if he asked.

The only problem was that any reported desire for marriage was little more than wild speculation; for Mr Hawke, as charming as he was to every lady in Hightown, had no interest in any of them. This made him enigmatic, elusive, desirable even; for many noble young ladies and their mothers saw such a gentleman as a challenge to capture and tame into matrimony—but the truth was really that Mr Hawke preferred to spend time at a certain coffee-house where men consorted with men.

High society would be scandalised by the many love affairs Mr Hawke had had from the venue in question, if they ever knew that particular coffee-house was a front for a molly-house (and notorious for it among men of Mr Hawke’s persuasion). Women were barred; like they were from so many coffee-houses or other places a gentleman would socialise in; so there was very little risk of Lady Leandra catching her son there, and very little risk of her gossipy female friends witnessing the revelry inside. On the rare occasion Mr Hawke was ever questioned on his predilection for frequenting the place, Mr Hawke would simply say he enjoyed the coffee.

But Mr Hawke’s more recent visits had nothing to do with the coffee—and everything to do with the new blond doctor that had suddenly started showing up of late...