millennium-fae-artblog:

I cannot tell you how good it feels for a spirit to fulfill its function

millennium-fae-artblog:

I cannot tell you how good it feels for a spirit to fulfill its function

worldofgoose:

Anders Sketch by SoundClash95maybe somedayi’ll draw him normaly like aemmnormalemmmmm okeh

worldofgoose:

Anders Sketch by SoundClash95

maybe someday

i’ll draw him normaly 

like a

emm

normal

emmmmm 

okeh


i want to reconcile the violence in your heart i want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask i want to exorcise the demons from your past i want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart unbloody version [ x ]

i want to reconcile the violence in your heart
i want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask
i want to exorcise the demons from your past
i want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart


unbloody version [ x ]


i want to reconcile the violence in your heart i want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask i want to exorcise the demons from your past i want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart bloody version [ x ]

i want to reconcile the violence in your heart
i want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask
i want to exorcise the demons from your past
i want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart


bloody version [ x ]

invadermak:

Anders feeling his blood suddenly run cold and his chest tighten up when Hawke makes a joking comment that sounds a little too much like the taunting of a particular templar from Kinloch Hold.

Anders drawing in a shuddering breath, trying not to let his thoughts spiral into dark places.

Hawke recognizing the way Anders’ shoulders stiffen and his fists clench. Hawke knowing not to touch, not to yell, and reminding Anders softly, gently, that he is safe, he is loved, and Hawke is there for him.

Anders squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on the sound of Hawke’s voice, reaching out a shaking hand to grasp Hawke’s, and holding tight to keep from slipping away, to keep himself tethered.

Hawke passing Anders a skin of water when the tension starts to fade from his tired muscles, and making a mental note of what was said, and how it was said, so as to never do so again.

Anders focusing on the feeling of the cool water sliding down his throat and the calluses of Hawke’s hand brushing against his palm. he reminds himself that he is safe, and tries to believe it.