#meranders

[the-goat-bazaar-of-art]

I didn’t do much MerMay, but I did paint MerFenders. I am very happy how this painting turned out. Major shoutout to @mago-emplumado who did the wonderful background!

[timesorceror]

MER!ANDERS and CECAELIA FENRIS

A gift for @stormdragon as part of the Fenders Wintersend Gift Exchange. Featured in my fic, A Compatible Mate, over on AO3.

[dcharkness]

@therealmnemo is right. Freckly, wonderful mer-Anders is a truly blessed thought right now.

<3 

(The palette for this is “Dirty Water” which is... Fitting.)

[elevanetheirin]

MerAnders for MerMay

I was going to do Anders anyway but for @drawsshits he’s early :D

Commissions| Ko-Fi

[elevanetheirin]

My plan today for MerMay is to do a MerAnders as @drawsshits​ called him lol but it will be late y’all but it IS coming

[tanbi-no-kami]

AngelFenris and MerAnders (traced and edited, original work by Selina French)

feel free to colo

[outofcontextdnd]

"I'm not getting uglier, I'm just dying?! Oh thank god!" -Our (incredible vain) ranger upon contracting mummy rot

[andersspicyshimmy-blog]

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Sleep On My Shoulder

"…Merrill?"Her words had trailed off into nonsense some minutes before, and he had lain there quietly, mulling them over and trying to decipher what she had been trying to say. Once the silence had dragged on, however, he had realized that perhaps she had finally fallen asleep—and when his query was met only with the silence, and the quiet, even breathing of the elf that lay curled in front of him, he knew that to be the case. Her fingers were laced loosely through his, and in the moonlight, he could see the thin lines of the scars that crossed her arms—the evidence of her blood magic. He stared at them for a moment, his mind caught up in wild fancy. He wondered if she had evere used that magic against them. She had pledged—and he had seen for himself—to use the additional strength and power only for good, only for the benefit of those she wished to help—their group, her people, her clan. Yet he couldn’t help wondering if that was all she had done. He wondered if she had ever controlled any of them, had ever peered into their minds to see what secrets they kept. It was idle fancy, nothing more, and he sighed with discontent. She shifted in his arms, and he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered, and she sighed happily and nodded, just barely, enough to make him wonder if she had ever woken at all.