Enjolras’s latest suitor doesn’t even look like a runner. Grantaire seems better suited for wrestling, with broad shoulders and a stocky build. Enjolras looks him over dubiously as she adjusts the straps of her sandals so they won’t chafe during the footrace.
"You’re willing to die to prove your superiority?" Enjolras asks him, frowning.
He grins as though this is all a joke, as though he doesn’t believe Enjolras’s father will follow through on his threat to kill any suitors who cannot defeat Enjolras and win her hand in marriage. “Ah, but to die at your hand would be such a glorious way to go.”
Enjolras huffs out a breath of annoyance and takes her place at the oak that marks the starting point of the race. Bad enough to have to prove herself against this endless stream of men, certain that the rumors of her strength and speed can be nothing but exaggerations, sure that they alone will be the exception and will outrun her without even breaking a sweat.
Her father presides over the race, standing at the oak and surveying them both. “Ready?” he asks of them both.
'Did I say “thank you”?'
'No, you did not.'
'No, you noticed that you didn’t, so zat is okay,’ said Otto. ‘Every day, in every vay, ve get better and better.’
|—||The Truth (Terry Pratchett)|
Only Who Is Left
Companion comic (or prequel to?) this illustration
"You know, Sergeant, it’s a great shame to see a mind like that wasted. This is not an age of heroes and famous last stands and death-or-glory charges. Do your men a favor and try to tell him that, will you?"
-William de Worde, Monstrous Regiment.
The above quote jogged something in my brain, and I realized William was thinking about his brother dying in a skirmish in Klatch, which is the most subtle saddest thing ever. Have I ever mentioned I’ve never really made finished comics before?
Both of them are tired and kind of cranky and in need of a bath and have seen a bit too much death and the b-word and not seen enough Sacharissa. Drawing Otto on tiptoe was the HARDEST THING gawd. I’m debating whether or not to draw some nsfw-ness as a direct followup to this.
Regarding the whole ‘People talking shit about R and Enjolras shouts at them’ trope, I think R wouldn’t so much recoil immediately from those insults (he wouldn’t give them the pleasure of knowing they’d hurt him), but rather he’d playfully agree while simultaneously…
gosh diddly darn
We forgot the taste of bread
The sound of trees
The softness of the wind
And we even forgot our own name
|—||Everyone after entering the Dragon Age: Inquisition Character Creator (via penwarrior11)|
One would have to be blind not to realise how very pretty we all are and how important that is to preserve.
Zevran, Shale & Morrigan/Leliana/Alistair/Wynne banter
OH MY GOD. Alistair, baby sweetness, not those kinds of borders. How have I not heard this banter before? XD
Mass Effect + badass ladies requested by: abeardedprincess
so bioware apparently wants the DA:I players to never see sunlight again