#janders

they’ve literally already filled up my ibispaintx gallery jeez

just fyi im gonna be drawing them doing stuuupid shenanigans ALOT. its kinda my brand and i sincerely apologise in advance

Anders doesn’t remember falling asleep but there’s no mistaking the green, fuzzy edges of his consciousness. He’s clearly dreaming, walking through the Gallows. The place is completely empty, not a single soul lingering. As much as he revels in the fact that there’s not a Templar in sight, there’s also an uneasiness. Where are the mages? Where is everyone?

He continues to walk, looking up at the towering statues that line the courtyard. A shiver runs through him at the depictions of slaves. 

They will not have you. 

Anders thinks about Justice’s words and lets them sink beneath his skin, comforting him even in a cold place like this. 

Thinking of Justice, Anders can’t help but wonder where his fade spirit is. Since he’s walking through a dream, it would be easy for the two to converse like they used to before they were merged. He misses speaking face to face with Justice but he wouldn’t trade what’s happened for anything. They are one. Justice won’t decay and Anders will never be alone again. 

“There he is! Stop that mage!”

Anders startles, looking around and finding a handful of Templars bearing down on him. He turns to run but there’s already someone there, standing in his way. His heart begins to race, his eyes darting everywhere. 

No. 

They can’t have him. They’ll never have him!

Anders reaches for his staff but a strong grip wraps around his wrist, stopping him. He’s trapped and no matter how much he shouts or kicks or fights, it’s all too much. 

“You’ll have the brand!”

“No!”

A voice rings out through the Gallows. The Templars all pause, turning towards the voice. Anders stares, his heart leaping into his throat. An armored warrior makes his way down the stairs, a sword in his hand. He points the sword at Anders. 

“He is mine. You will not have him, Templar scum!”

The figure is alight with blue energy, a shining beacon of hope in an otherwise downcasted place. Anders can’t pull his eyes away as his savior fights his way through the Templars, cutting them down one by one without waning, without slowing down. 

He’s not sure if it’s an hour or a second, but eventually, everyone is dead but Anders and his savior. 

“Thank you for saving me,” he says, his voice shaky in his own ears. “May I look upon the face of my savior so I may properly thank them?”

The helmet is removed, revealing Anders’ own face, bathed in blue. “I hope this is acceptable. It is how I see myself.”

Anders is filled with warmth and affection. Justice is playing out the fantasy Anders once spoke to Hawke about. 

“You’re beautiful,” Anders says, barely above a whisper, placing a hand on Justice’s face and guiding him into a soft kiss. His knight. His savior. His partner. 

“As are you. We have bound ourselves, body and soul, together. You will never know fear again if I can help it.”

@woundedsoul12 technically tagged my OG blog @mezzomoment because that's probably what is always liking their posts lol. I'll still post this on my fandom blog just in case.

Thank you for the prompt! A late fill for @dadrunkwriting

~lordgoretash

Using Jaylin Hawke (she/her) here as usual! Thank you for the prompt.

@dadrunkwriting

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"And this one?"

"Smuggling incident. Things got dicey with the guard and they caught me in the side. Nasty." Jaylin's eyes followed as Anders' fingers ran along the darkened mark running over her midsection.

id : the first picture is a chapter cover with the words "camping trip" in a semi circle golden font. the characters are sit in a circle around a campfire, the background is dark trees. roman is playing the guitar and singing, patton and janus join in, remus sings enthusiastically with his head on logan shoulder, virgil makes a comment while holding a stick with a marshmallow. their tents are visible behind them.

the second pictures is a sketchy gallery of portraits from all the characters in the picture above. from top to bottom : roman he/him, looking ahead with curly hair and freckles, pan and trans pins on his jacket. patton they/them, round face, freckles and a tooth gap, pink hair and heart shaped earrings. virgil he/him, purple emo fringe, dark makeup on his eyes and lips, a few ear piercings. remus he/they, smiling wide, sharp teeth, green hair, a few freckles, he/they pronoun pin, rainbow and ace pins on his jacket. janus he/him, looking to the side, he has a burn on half of his face and straight hair falling on the same side. logan he/him, long hair tied in a bun, wearing a flannel over a tshirt./end id