just another dog lord

nonsexual acts of intimacy || accepting ( @blightedmagi )

To be honest, Alistair isn’t even sure how they managed to fit in the tub. His knees are pressed tightly to Norah’s sides and he can’t move an inch, but that doesn’t seem to bother the redhead at all; she hums happily as she washes the soap from her hair, as if this was completely normal.

Tagged by: @blightedcrown (i will do this on everyone just 4 u bb)

You Got: Self-Doubt

😘

😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you.

😃 - To me, you are easy to approach.

♡ + headcanon meme || accepting ( @blightedmagi )

get ready for some feelings ™

the grey wardens

the wardens are alistair's family. he didn't find a sense of purpose and belonging until duncan recruited him despite having grown up in the chantry and training with the templars. with the wardens, alistair was finally able to feel as if he could truly help the world. he believed and hung on to every word that duncan said, and when he died at the battle of ostagar, alistair felt lost. in his main verse, alistair leaves ferelden and heads to the free marches to help organize the wardens at ansburg; a move that was very good for him. he found another purpose in training and helping the wardens of ansburg, finally coming into his own and taking the lead.

the calling

okay so the calling is??? pretty shit. it's hard to be told that you're going to die way before you should and that you basically now have a deadline that you are all too quickly racing towards. but, at the end of the day, alistair would choose to become a warden every time the choice is presented to him. depending on the verse, he will either be deeply bothered by it (in the verses where he has significant others where they aren't a warden), or simply accept it. he would rather go out fighting than succumbing to blight sickness and he's going to make sure he takes out as many darkspawn bastards as he can.

the warden conflict

what the F UCK guys why are U LETTING DEMONS ?? POSSESS MAGES?? holy SHIT what in the HELL who is in CHARGE why are you all so stupid andraste's TITS

headcanon meme || always accepting ( @maleficaes )

guys i always appreciate when you send memes in. like, please always feel free. they make my day.

✚ - health headcanon

so here's the really sad reality that alistair tries his hardest to forget: he's dying. he's going to die way sooner than he should and he can feel himself getting closer every day; every step forward like a march towards his death and there's nothing he can do to stop it. he knows it's only a matter of time until he will go into the deep roads to go out in that warden blaze of glory, so for now, he tries to ignore the pains that can't be explained away. he doesn't tell anyone when he coughs and there's blood in it. why should he? it's not their problem. while he didn't know exactly what he was getting himself into, he knew there was no going back.

♕ - childhood headcanon

alistair has a scar on his chest that he always gets incredibly shy about explaining. why, you ask? because he was a dumbass and made the mistake of walking behind a mule who decided she hated him in that very moment and kicked him so hard it knocked him off his feet and knocked the air from his lungs.

☂ - food headcanon

Her own gaze looks at his legs when he stretches them out, frowning. She wondered if they could find a way to slow down a bit, maybe take it easy for a day before going back on the road. All of this travel was going to wear them out and if the next place was going to be like the last, they were going to be in over their heads in no time. Her jaw works a bit before it opens, ready to offer to make something for him so his legs hurt a little less, but his tone changes. Her heart skips a beat when he says her name, eyes a bit wide, but she’s not sure why.

And… he’s asking about food. An amused smile crosses her lips and she sighs, during some of the dirt off her trousers before she’s standing upright, “There is, actually,” she says, thinking he had a change of heart at the last moment. Something in the way he had looked at her, spoke to her, and then pivoted aggressively. But, Norah doesn’t ask. Doesn’t want to make him feel pressured. Hands slide into her pack and pluck out a wrapped loaf of bread, giving it a shake at him before she’s moving back. This time, she sits a bit closer to him, legs touching and feet tapping against each other while she settles next to him, “Here. I know a growing boy like you needs his food.” An elbow nudges him, smiling. Oh Maker, she can’t help it, “Were you really going to ask about food?”

Where had she developed that ability to see through him? Alistair can’t help the way his eyebrows arch upwards curiously as he listens to her, eyes carefully watching her face in the lowlight provided by the fire. Orange and gold dances before them and casts shadows across Norah’s face that obscure most of her features -- but occasionally, then the fire cooperates with him -- he can make out the freckles that dust her cheeks. As the bread is pulled from her pack, a pang of guilt quickly washes across the Warden as he realizes that she’s about to offer him the last bits of whatever she has.

The feeling quickly vanishes when she nears him, eyes quickly darting to the ground as he feels a flush rise to his cheeks. Can she tell? Something tells him that she knew -- and there it was. Norah is gently elbowing him in the side as she hands him the bread, asking what his true intentions had been. He can’t help but sigh as he realizes that he has back himself into a corner. “I .. no.” Alistair didn’t care about the food. “I was going to tell you..” Maker, how did he even start?