What if DATV didn’t actually happen and it was more like the Genitivi Dies short story, or whatever the fuck it’s called.
Varric was just fucking around, telling a bogus story to Inky and Harding around the campfire.
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What if DATV didn’t actually happen and it was more like the Genitivi Dies short story, or whatever the fuck it’s called.
Varric was just fucking around, telling a bogus story to Inky and Harding around the campfire.
I remember playing Inquisition, and getting excited whenever my companions would talk to each other because the world feels so empty without the banter.
Veilguard makes me wish that my companions would just shut up.
I don’t wanna hear it.
Silence is bliss.
Getting into Witcher 3 after severe burnout, and I really had forgotten just what good writing looks like.
Veilguard is Awful™️.
I dropped everything to get back into DA.
Now I finally managed to exorcise it from my system.
Like a demon.
Veilguard was like a demon possessing me.
“Media illiteracy” isn’t the problem.
A wider exposure to dumb opinions is.
I feel like the only kind of media that can truly swing a “dated” style, is music.
Music never runs out of style.
It is the ultimate timeless art form.
OK, I’m just gonna say it.
The way all of your companions praise you to boost your confidence during combat is so stupid.
Well, I guess they can officially count as cheerleaders, because they sure as fuck don’t contribute to damage.
The only useful companions are the mages and their crowd control abilities.
The only companion shoutout that I actually appreciate is Davrin sarcastically saying “Not bad… for a Crow.” I mean, finally, some fucking shade. I’ll take what I can get, I guess.
This is why he’s my favorite.
Illario Dellamorte is That Guy that you fuck on the first date, he ghosts you and you find yourself spiraling down a rabbit hole that doesn’t end.
He’ll fuck you up, and the only cure will be to check yourself into a mental hospital.
Was rifling through my camera roll and found this screenshot from the JoH and I can’t even…
He’s literally beautiful. It hurts.
True rebellion is not wearing the clothes your wife picked out for you because you just simply don’t like them.
I like my black shirt and skintight leather pants, thank you very much, honey.
Made a cover for my Nevrook playlist 💜
Peasant: I suppose you wanna reward?
Geralt: Nah.
Peasant: And they say witchers are heartless.
Me: Hey, that’s racist, bowl cut!
I just launched my old save of W3, after being embroiled in DATV, I stuck with it this long because I tried to learn every aspect of it so I can write my own fix-it.
Landing in war-torn Velen brought tears to my eyes.
It looks awful, but in the best way.
There is a beautiful tree just crowded with hanging bodies and all I can think was, “Veilguard was too afraid to show this level of brutality and realism.”
Hell, even Toussaint, which is described as a “fairytale duchy” has some fucked up elements to it.
A lot.
Dragon Age fans looking at the World of Thedas after The Useful Idiots torched it:
Ok, but if Illario had been our Crow companion, I just know he would’ve been like Reaver in Fable.
I just know it.
“expectations” is the song you dance to after a break up when you’re drunk and high as fuck. 🤣
Honestly, 15 torturing that one character in The Interstellar Song Contest, completely goes against Twelve’s last words