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‘ Peace without Justice is a low estate,-- A coward cringing to an iron Fate! But peace through Justice is the great ideal,-- We'll pay the price of war to make it real. ’ Written by Kælan

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nerd-with-a-pen:

I drew an Anders while we were watching a movie in class.

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ragingsharknado

//don’t you ever take your demons//always keep them on a leash//

My finished print of Anders and Justice, the chantry fighting duo.

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;;rescuedgoi:

Life was hard for a little girl living all on her own in the slums. Sometimes people would feel sorry for her and give her a bit of food.. But not today. She was so hungry and weak…

And as a cat walked by, meowing at her, she decided to follow it. At least cats made her happy, even if they couldn’t help her find food. Ah, but then it stopped outside a building and started lapping up milk from a bowl. And she couldn’t help herself, she was so hungry… On all fours just like the cat, she started to drink from the bowl. 

Until she heard someone step outside, and she quickly sat up and wiped her face as best she could, looking down at the ground. “S-sorry…”

              &&. it’s not uncommon to find children                       wandering about in the slums -- it is,                       unfortunately, something that he has                       grown accustomed to. Refuges pour in                       day in and day out, and there just isn’t                       anymore room to accommodate them. It                       pains Anders to see such poverty, such                       Injustice, but there isn’t much he can do,                       not yet. People need him to heal, and so                       he does. 

                      That doesn’t mean, however, that he’s                       expecting a child, a little girl, to come                       and drink the milk he’s set out for the                       strays. The ground is hardly hygienic,                       and it’s the milk he set out the night                       before to boot. His heart pains -- surely                       he cannot help everyone, but this girl?                       Perhaps he can offer her something                       more substantial than warm milk.

             ‘        No, it’s fine. Though, that’s milk for                       the cats. Would you like something                       more... filling--?                                             ’

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queen-schadenfreude

let sleeping mages lie

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Anders: Can you do me a weird favor without asking any questions? Hawke: Isn’t that the bedrock upon which our friendship was founded?

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only-cats-photos:

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bubonickitten

essiefied replied to your post: booieann asked:Do you take reques…

Can I request Ser Pounce-a-lot or.

aww i wish we saw more of him onscreen so i could do a full ten-image photoset, but… how’s this? c:

(also I have a few Anders + cat-themed text posts photosets: 1, 2, 3, 4)

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 ;;oholyvile

liked [ this ] for a starter

               &&. as a child in the Circle, he wondered what                          it felt like to be free of the Chantry -- he                        had forgotten, and the memories of the                       Anderfels long-faded. As a man -- no an                       apostate for in the eyes of the Chantry he                       was less than human -- on the run, he had                       often fantasized about traveling to Tevinter,                       but never did he arrive. The least of blood                       known as a phylactery had always alerted                       the Templars of his presence. As an                       escape-artist locked up in solitary, Anders                       had wondered about the outside word with                       every waking moment...

                      As a Warden, his fancies of living far, far                        away from Chantry rule had been all but                       forgotten, and in Kirkwall he hadn’t the time.                       But after Kirkwall... Then he was on the                        ‘ run ‘ again, having to flee the city after                       destroying the Chantry. It was then that                       the fancies came back -- to live life                       without having to look over his shoulder for                       anyone. 

                      And, perhaps that is how he found himself                       here, in the Tevinter Imperium. Even thing                       is so different and foreign -- there are no                       dogs barking in the distance, unlike                       Ferelden, and the air is pleasantly free of the                       hazardous haze that always seems to settle                       over the City of Chains. It’s a great deal                       warmer, too, yet he doesn’t shed his many                       layers -- he has nowhere to put them, and                       isn’t terribly keen on carrying them either.                       Despite everything, however, there is a                       sense of unease that hangs in the air. 

                      For a moment, the mage wonders if it is                       Justice -- or is he Vengeance now -- that                       is causing the feeling. It makes sense,                       seeing as how there’s at least one slave in                       nearly every second place he looks. There                       are emotions each time his eyes fall on one,                       but he does not mistake them for Rage. Still,                       the last thing he needs is to have his Spirit                       burst forth in the middle of what he assumes                       to be a marketplace.

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;;dominusdegladiis:

⌠ℵ⌡⊣ Sharrkan did find himself a little annoyed the more and more he talked to the other man. He reminded him a lot of Yamuraiha and how she went on about magic. When he was younger he watched the mages train and use magic as he trained with his sword. He was not a stranger when he came to magic. ❝I’m not ignorant you fool. One of the people I work with uses magic and as much as she annoys me I know she has my back. Even before I met her the place where I was born had mages all around the place. Us swordsman trained just as hard as any mages.❞

                &&. a slightly impatient sigh leaves his lips as                         he continues to listen to the swordsman                         speak. Anders doesn’t mean to ramble on                         and on about magic, but the way the man,                         a total stranger, underestimates the                         danger and the difficulty of the arcane just                         doesn’t sit right with the mage. Perhaps it’s                         Justice talking but that seems less than                         likely, unless the Spirit has decided that to                         have such a baseless opinion is unjust.                         He can tell that his impromptu magical                         lesson is not appreciated, but he feels the                         need to fit in one more fact.

                ‘        Oh, then I suppose that your                           swordsmen trained themselves to                          ward off demons, spirits, and other                          malevolent powers--? I was under the                          impression that only the mages had                         such ties to the unknown, but I guess                         that any mortal can establish that.              ’

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“Maybe cats will take over when we all die. That’s a nice thought. I hope we all die.”

❝a softer world❞ ask meme [x]

       ‘        The world completely ruled by                  cats--? It’s a shame I wouldn’t get                  to see that, seeing as how we’d                   all have to die first.                   ...                   I’m sure Ser Pounce-A-Lot would                   like that.                                                   ’

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TO SPREAD POSITIVITY.

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pvrseltongue

;; I challenge all of you to send me URLs! Send me URLs of your Tumblr crushes, your best friends, strangers you like to see on your dash. Send me any URL you want, and I’ll talk about the things I like about them and their blog. You can do this on or off anon, it makes no difference, just send me URLs you want me to praise. just put ‘positivity’ in the beginning of the ask and I’ll know what to do.

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damnnateyou:

dakkun39:

突然ですが胸毛の練習。

OH GOD <3

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Hello Dragon Age fandom I give you a very sketchy Anders drawn from memory while I hope that nothing worse happens to him as I get further through this game

Something really bad is gonna happen I can feel it

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[stares into the camera like in the office]

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liked [ this ] for a starter.

           &&. he doesn’t know where he is, or how long                      he’s been there, but finds it irrelevant.                   There are people, sick people, and he                   knows he has to do something. He’s a                   healer first and foremost, though runaway                   and possible fugitive is a close second.                   At least he knows that he can run, can get                   away from it all. He’s done so time and                   time again -- what was once more? 

         ‘        How do you even get wounds like                   this--?                                                       ’

                 He’s talking to himself, of course, as he                    watches his last ‘patient’ make her way                   back home, poor thing. Even he couldn’t                   completely heal her mauled arm.                   Farming accident his arse. He washes                   his  hands quickly before he hears                   another enter and he turns with a curt nod.

        ‘        Well, now... what seems to be the                   trouble--?                                                  ’

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zoey-and-dakota

My love for Anders has increased exponentially