#wxyfxring

I’m a bit too low spoons to go into any details, but I wanted to throw some shout outs to a few of my favourite original characters. These are some awesome muses with amazing muns to boot, and definitely worth checking out. 💕❤️

@wxyfxring​​ - Naomi Abellan

@chiildrenxftime​​ - Zeta Delta

@smokedanced​​ - Jillian Marks

@theresastargirl​​ - Ophelia Lungbarrow

Clovis was still not exactly used to be the Inquisitor, but he also wanted the BEST for everyone around him. He wasn’t fond of the chantry and wasn’t even sure he believed in Andraste - at least not in the why the chantry described her - so being his Herald seemed really strange. However, he still had accepted to be the Inquisitor so he could make things change. He hoped that he would manage to make the world a better place; he hoped people would eventually be more open-minded, particularly when it came to mages, since his dearest sister was one. 

wxyfxring asked : “no. i’m different.” [from taika to any of your dragon age bbs! :D]

The meme went into the fade / @wxyfxring​​ -- always accepting

                    𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬!

                    Sera couldn't believe it. The woman standing before her, she had an uneasy feeling about her from the start. Ever since she came to Skyhold. Something she couldn't exactly place. Magical, almost, but then not.

                    With her sudden change, it solved her suspicion.

                    ❝ No you bloody aren't! The same thing as them! ❞ Them as in the creatures that came out of the rifts. The ones she stocked pointy arrows in. ❝ Both deserve tiny arrows. Tell me else wise! ❞ Without hesitation, Sera was quick to grab her bow and ready an arrow, pointing at her.

@wxyfxring​ + Tali.

@wxyfxring​ asked: “You can’t kill me. I’m not alive.” (dbh from naomi aheheh)

Well, that’s not something you hear very often in the middle of the battlefield...

The scans Tony had taken show that she’s telling the truth of that much - she’s not organic, or at least not in the normal sense, given that there are biosynthetic components showing up in the readings.

His helmet retracts as he lowers his hand, the repulser powering down. “Alright, I’ll bite,” he says, watching her closely. “What exactly are you?”

“You needin’ a hand with that?” Arthur nods to the sacks of god knows what the woman was trying to balance in her arms. “Ain’t gonna be worth it if they fall and burst open.” Especially not when people were rushing down the cobbled streets without caring who they knocked into.

Arthur probably should’ve known better than to spend too much time in the city. He should’ve died on that hill, but he didn’t. He’d made it a point to keep the world thinking he had though, hiding himself off to recover and avoiding towns where he’d be recognized as much as possible. He supposed it had been working, seeing as he hadn’t been arrested and swung yet.

It had been a while, a couple years or so by now? He wasn’t too sure anymore, all he knew was he’d gone to get supplies in Saint Denis figuring it was safe enough to spend a little extra time than he normally did and relax a bit not having to be ever on the lookout for people who may recognize him. He was forgotten enough by the world it seemed, and he foolishly doubted anybody from his past would be hanging around.

He’d just finished packing some provisions in his saddlebags when he looked up and noticed an all too familiar face. He should’ve known better than to let his guard down and spend too much time here. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed him and he could sneak away like the ghost he was supposed to be. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her, hell he thought about everyone far too often, he just wasn’t sure coming back from the dead was a good idea nor what he’d say after all this time away.

   Anne had been very careful about waking her before dusk hit, and that had given her plenty of time to unpack the fruits of her labour -- bedding, pillows, a few trinkets here and there that might add a little bit of character to an otherwise dull looking room. There’s a thud from the room in question, and Anne yells in:   Naomi, could y’come here a sec?”