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There should be more fanart for An Enchantment of Ravens. There should be more hype for all of the Margaret Rogerson books. There's no justice in the world.
the craziest thing about reading the empyrean series in under a week is going from violently hating dain aetos to considering him my precious bbg in a matter of days
Playing a resisting Dark Urge, I thought of Orin as a very tragic character. Aura has an oportunity to grow beyond what she was made for that Orin never had.
I’m significantly more interested in examining the doomed sibling relationship between durge and orin than a former romantic relationship between durge and gortash. Like I just think that the tragedy of orin and durge’s history is so much more compelling and I want to read more people’s analysis of it!
If you do the house of hope quest and free Hope I think that Karlach should be able to go live with her instead of being forced to either die or fight endlessly in the hells
This was my first ever play-through and I knew next to nothing about this game or D&D. I specifically chose a magic casting class so I could learn the D&D magic mechanics for future table-top campaigns. I literally walked right past Gale’s portal in this one so I never picked him up as a companion lol. I also partially romanced Astarion in this play-through but ultimately went with Shadowheart. This campaign was so fun just because I literally knew NOTHING about the plot or where it was going.
The comedic aspect of being a bard with murderous urges was so funny to me (it’s giving medieval emo girl) and was like 90% of my reason for choosing the class. I knew I wanted to do a dark urge play-through for my second campaign and I wanted to romance Astarion since I only partially romanced him in my first campaign. I did do a partial romance of Gale in this one. This was my first full play-through with Gale as a companion so I was experiencing his story for the first time!
Playing a Resist!Durge had me wondering about what the game looks like if you don’t resist. My main goal with this play-through is to experience parts of the game I’ve never seen before bc I’ve mainly played as good characters. I picked up Wyll long enough to steal his camp clothes before raiding the grove. I never went and got Karlach bc I know she leaves if you side with the goblins and I simply couldn’t bear the thought of having to disappoint her. My original plan was to romance Astarion again but do his Ascended route, but now I’m thinking I’ll romance Minthara instead. I’m going for the “bad” endings of every companion I’ll have in my party on this one (i.e. DarkJusticiar!Shadowheart, God!Gale, Ascended!Astarion).
Eowyn (in-progress campaign)
High Half-Elf, Light Domain Cleric of Selûne, Acolyte, Shadowheart Romance
I loved romancing Shadowheart in my first play-through and I read somewhere that you get some fun, unique dialogue if you romance her as a cleric of Selûne which is what inspired this campaign. In all my campaigns I try and keep my romanced character in the party the majority of the time, so I’ve been running around with two clerics in the party in this one which has been fun and a bit challenging haha. I’m making shadowheart a more damage focused cleric and my tav the typical healing/support cleric to try and offset this but we’ll see how things pan out.
Thalia (in-progress campaign)
Human, Storm Sorcerer, Resist!Durge, Gale Romance
I saw somewhere that Gale has a lot of fun dialogue if you play as a sorcerer, especially if you romance him. I didn’t have him as a companion when I played as a Wild Magic Sorcerer before so I felt like I missed out. A friend of mine also said his romance with Resist!Durge is cute. Also I wanted to play a character that could take advantage of the Sparkstruck set. So that led me to making a Durge Storm Sorcerer! From a role-playing perspective I’ve been trying to limit most of her casting to spells that do lightning or thunder damage which is a fun challenge!
bg3 is so good at preparing for a multitude of player choices that’s it’s weird to me that the dialogue with gale after channeling the weave together is STILL “I never knew casting magic could be so easy” even when you’re playing as a sorcerer
watching bg3 funny moment compilations and discovered I missed out on SO MUCH fun dialogue with gale in my sorcerer play through bc I accidentally never picked him up as a companion 😭
I'm always interested in analyses that portray a romanced Solas as a predatory hee hee trickster god manipulating a young and impressionable Lavellan into falling for him and if that's your world state go ahead and live your truth b/c it's frankly none of my business, but I sincerely think there are those who forget that for a lot of people, a romanced Lavellan is (with all due respect to my own Solasmancing Inquisitor Rielle Lavelllan) batshit crazy. Having her boyfriend turn out to be a wolf god is honestly the least of her problems but oh boy is she unafraid to become one to fix this mess.
This is a woman who woke up in a dungeon with a glowing hand, figured out she could fix the world, and thought "fuck it, it's not like I'll have anything else better to do if Corypheus sticks around. Also. Everyone here kind of looks like they want to kill me, so maybe I'll stick with the protective powers that be for a minute." And then all of five seconds later she gets her hand snatched by a sketchy elven apostate who knows exactly what to do with her shiny new powers and cannot stop himself from having a Mr. Darcy level hand-flex after he lets it go (in my heart and soul this happens just out of the camera's gaze) and goes "hmm maybe there's something to be said for this world saving thing."
This is a woman who brought an entire fucking avalanche down on herself and three of her closest friends (and I do mean closest as in physical proximity, she doesn't know these people who are looking at her like she's Thedas' Next Top Idol) because even if it killed her it was the proper middle finger to send to the wannabe god bringing his army tap-dancing down the mountain pass towards her on the one night she had scheduled off to celebrate finally taking a W.
This is a woman going Take 2 Electric Boogaloo on waking up with no idea where she is and learning she was successful in spite-dragging herself up a different fucking mountain in a blizzard. Except now everyone is fighting wait nope now they're Kumbaya-ing a song Andraste's Herald should really probably be familiar with whoops, oh thank God, time for a side convo with the same apostate who's been trying to turn her entire life into a history class only for her to dive in headfirst (much to his initial abject horror) and get that good good discourse she needs since she can't go around arguing with everyone else like she wants to. "The orb is ours." You know what? Of course it is. But if they need the world saved from an elven oopsie, who better to right things than an elf? Fuck it, we ball.
This is a woman who misses being close to nature and goes positively feral at Skyhold, yeeting herself over balconies and banisters and turning the ancient fortress into her personal parkour playground because she's got energy to work off and shit to do, and if the path of least resistance to hunt down everyone she needs to talk to is coincidentally the same path that will absolutely wreck her knees by the time she's sixty, that's just how it has to be.
This is a woman who finds herself back at Haven with a man she's found it possible to be unfetteringly unabashedly herself with and thinks, "hey, maybe there could be more than the flirations we've exchanged over heated discussions and philosophical deep-dives, maybe I can have just one smooch as a treat." And when she feels her slowly unfurling passion reciprocated only to be shut down? She resolves herself to fight for this fledgling love and all the fade tongue that comes with it. This is a woman who gets the tiniest glimpse of what a retirement plan might look like after this whole saving the mortal world thing and buys all the way in.
This is a woman who has Grey Wardens to save from themselves, an empire trying to self-cannibalize, and still finds the time to go rescue a spirit because she, as a fellow comrade caught up in this mess, knows damn well that no innocent deserves to suffer if she can help it while she's got this insane amount of power she never asked for. And if that happens to lead to the man she feels safe enough to nap on the library couches with confessing at last the feelings she knows he's been smothering beneath his all-too-collected surface? Yeah, she'll take that W.
This is a woman who gets absolutely blasted head-over-ass into the fade and goes "honestly things were going a little TOO well." This is a woman who sneaks a peak at the closest fears of the companions she's come to know and love and goes "not on my fucking watch." This is a woman who sees that the man she forces herself to learn the old language for, her vhenan, fears being alone more than anything in the entire knowing world and resolves herself to ensuring it never comes to pass.
This is a woman who gets the opportunity to shape the government of a straight up country and runs around collecting wooden fucking halla in a palace full of elven servants with no time to dwell on that particularly cruel irony because out here it's scheme or be schemed. This a woman who collapses against a balcony railing after putting out some of the sickest literal and metaphorical dance moves The Game has ever seen, resigned to bear her ever-increasing burdens alone, only to find her heart and his horrible horrible hat extending a hand, promising her that if he is not alone, then neither is she.
Like, do you feel me here?
And then he dares to think something as sudden and damning as the truth is enough to keep her away? The queen of tough conversations and tougher choices? No, no, dear readers who have made it this far into my descent into madness.
Inquisitor Lavellan is a master-class in encouraging the odds against her to fuck around and find out. She is a rift-mending false-god-bashing politcally savvy terror upon all of Thedas. Solas (and all of the living breathing world) is lucky she took time out of her busy schedule to notice the way his smile softens when talking about spirits or appreciate the fluidity of his form when they're obliterating venatori out in the field. This man cradled her cheeks in his shaking hands, looked into weary and wide eyes and called her beautiful, and had the audacity to steal her heart before trying to peace out and take it with him.
If she's got to track down a real god this time and frog march him into the fade to reclaim both her heart and the future she fought for because all he wants to do is launch himself like a meteor towards achieving his greatest fear, if she has to spend hours lecturing him on the sheer audacity of his ass while spirits float by and realize they're grateful they never had the chance to take on a body and subject themselves to a verbal lashing this brutal, if she has to do cartwheels around him while dropping all sorts of sweet nothings in the language she is now quite proficient in until he gets it through his luminous gleaming skull that when she said "var lath vir suledin" my girl meant it? Then that's what she's going to do.
"I wish it could, vhenan."
Oh it's going to, buddy. Buckle up to get wrecked, to get absolutely loved and cherished you fool, because Inquisitor Lavellan is not the Dread Wolf's prey, she's his hunter.
played dragon age inquisition for the first time ever this month and romanced solas and now I’m playing Veilguard bc I need some resolution and I keep finding out about horrible things solas did and literally I just Pretend I Do Not See It what do you mean that’s not my bbg he would NEVER
(I am almost done with act one of veilguard but haven’t gotten any further yet so pls no spoilers)
The sirens had no effect on Percy because the only thing on his mind was making sure Annabeth was safe. This is insane. This is the most accurate Percy-fatal -flaw-tunnel-vision-Jackson ever.
Annabeth's fatal flaw making her think she could save them, and almost getting her killed, and Percy's fatal flaw actually saving them because the fact that she was in danger shielded him from everything else? It turns out that her fatal flaw ultimately saved him in the end, too. They saved each other!
This is the most soulmate thing in the whole world, when you are both unbelievably and irreversibly flawed, but your flaws complement each other in a way where neither of you could survive on your own, but together you can get through impossible things.