#asterfed

@asterfed​ said: "Sometimes you just have to sit back, look at the sky, and say 'today is not my problem'." ( noct )

       The edges of his lips tug into a smile at the comment— something he could definitely agree on. Although, given the circumstances of his job he can’t always allow himself to be this laid-back. It doesn’t mean he can’t find the time for it. Rather, when he’s not in charge of a duty he’d more than likely avoid issues that don’t directly involve him. But he doesn’t always get the choice to strand from them either. And now he’s curious about what kind of life the other is living.

@asterfed​" asked: when you're the size of a bison, you learn pretty quickly to duck when entering buildings---" hawke pauses, sheepishly gesturing to her forehead & what was bound to be a bruise later. "most of the time." andre gets a fumbling giant---

He raised his brow. So this was her, this was Hawke. He’d heard little things here and there from Anders but--he never mentioned how tall she was. Sweet Maker, that he did not see coming. 

"Heh, if she keeps growing like this, you won't be able to hold her anymore." Wayu teases, letting her fingers brush lightly over varric's shoulder as she went back to her own seat. "I can take her back now, if you want. All freshly cleaned so maybe she won't fuss at me this time." || @asterfed​

Varric has seen babies before, he’s even held a few, but every time he was just so amazed by how small they were. If he were one for dramatics (which he is), he’d call it some sort of parental instinct, but he usually just chalked it up to wonder.

(it wasn’t a fact he let himself linger on too long usually, but he’d like to have a kid of his own one day. it was a thought that was usually brushed aside with fear of doing more harm than good for a child.)

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As they were in the middle of the hall and people were passing back and forth, Zelda wouldn’t roll her eyes at her brother, but her shoulders rose and fell as she exhaled through her nose, a near equivalent of an eyeroll. 

Gladiolus breaks into a full sprint, catching Noctis partially around his middle and chest. They were far too close to the edge of a ravine for his liking. The shield holds his breath a moment, eyes clenched tight and half expecting the magitek soldier to kick them over the edge.

When the end doesn’t come, he gives a little look over his shoulder to see that the hit he’d landed was enough to incapacitate the lone unit. “Next time... we bring Prom and Ignis, alright?” he intoned, rolling onto his back with a nervous laugh.

I’m having a bit of trouble with the enemy concept (I think it’s silly, in all honesty) but if I had to judge whom I’d get along with the least, the winner would be...

Nylariel!

....which is ironic, because she was my first D&D character and a very exaggerated form of the classic ‘power fantasy self-insert’ at first before she gained more colour as an independent OC. But... man. I would not survive a day in the company of a bigoted smart-ass princess who is used to the world being handed to her and would constantly make me feel like a loser. Maybe after I give her a piece of my mind and she actually learns to take a step back, appreciate the people around her and stops trivializing war crimes we could have some interesting conversations. Don’t get me wrong - Nylariel is not an inherently bad person (let alone a bad character I think). But she has not been given a lot of time or space to grow up from what she used to know and considered normal all her life. And frankly, I wouldn’t have the nerve to deal with her as she is right now.

Next in line would likely be Dilara, as I am a loser at befriending people as is and her distant attitude would make it impossible for me to actually bond with her.