do you think rellmori can be that "my hot witch wife/me doing whatever the hell she wants" meme if you believe
She is exactly where she wants to be 🙂↕️
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do you think rellmori can be that "my hot witch wife/me doing whatever the hell she wants" meme if you believe
She is exactly where she wants to be 🙂↕️
since yesterday i posted about morrigan being crazy abt the fem warden, today i’m gonna post aboit warden being obsessed w morrigan…BUCKLE UP FOR THE YURICOASTER!! this is longer than part 1 and not written great im really sorry but HOORAY FOR GIRLS KISSING EACHOTHER
warden had never seen a woman like morrigan. a mage, with eyes that gleamed yellow and more skin exposed than she knows she had ever seen in her life. for a moment, warden stares at her with something that could pass for slight jealousy. she was, to her, a personification of everything warden never was in her castle, free. it only lasts for a few moments before melting away and making way for something new…a swirling feeling in her stomach that she knew she’d never felt before, at least not for anyone she was supposed to.
is this a safe space to say that I've always pictured Mythal in my head as Cher
I love drawing Rellana with Kieran. She's dadbossing so hard rn.
Ages ago I did a redraw of Morrigan in DA:I (Specifically during Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts) and I've been wanting to redraw it. Some people have probably seen the original and some WIPs of this piece, but since I got the day off today, I wanted to try and finish it up.
It's been a really long time since I've done much art, so I feel a bit rusty, but I love seeing how far I've come both with my art and confidence since I first drew this piece.
This user has an undying love for Morrigan
I love the hell out of Orsino. I know the game wants me to think of him as partially culpable – that is, that yes, he has a point about the treatment of mages in Kirkwall, but on the other hand he’s corresponding with blood mages and rabble rousing in the streets. I think I’m supposed to admire his goals but tsk at his methods. I’m not even a little bit inclined to disapprove of him.
On the other hand, in The Last Straw Anders will accuse Orsino of ‘bowing to [their] Templar jailors’. Rhetorical exaggeration aside, it isn’t that I disagree with the point Anders makes there. Orsino’s level of resistance would never have liberated the mages, and there is no reason why these people should be satisfied with anything less than their freedom.
I’m just … sympathetic to the position in which Orsino found himself. The Circle is an insidious trap, even for the people attempting to resist it.
I don’t think it’s coincidence that the two biggest names of the mage uprising – Anders, who struck the first blow, and Fiona, who led the mages to freedom – are both ‘failed’ Grey Wardens.
Being a Grey Warden is generally a gift for a mage, and those who manage to make a life for themselves there are unlikely to look back to the Circle. It offers not only respect and freedom, but a cause they can embrace, and that is likely to absorb their attention and their energy. I’m sure the same would be true for elven mages who successfully join a Dalish clan: they have their new people to look after, a shot at being Keeper and an entire culture in which to immerse themselves.
Apostates on the other hand, mages who simply flee the Circle in the hope of living their lives in peace, never really cease to be prisoners. They must spend their whole lives looking over their shoulders, and trying to avoid notice. You can see the stress of that in the Hawke family, both in the snippets of information we get about Malcolm, and in the fear and self-loathing that Bethany has inherited.
Whatever their other differences, Anders and Fiona share this: they got their start as Wardens, and then had the reality of life as a mage forced back upon them. Fiona was cast out of the Wardens and sent back to the Circle. Anders escaped that fate – but only just, and could hardly escape the realisation that the Chantry would never let him be. Both had a taste of a world where mages could be comrades or commanding officers, where they could expect, outside of their duty, to live their lives as they saw fit. And then they were reminded of exactly how life is for every other mage in southern Thedas. They’ve got the big-picture dream in front of them – something to reach and hope for, outside Circle walls. It’s no bloody wonder they ended up going to war.
Orsino, though, never got his shot at the outside – either as a Warden or an apostate. He’s a Circle mage trying to fight his war from the inside.
The story we get about Orsino in World of Thedas II largely concerns his best friend, Maud, who killed herself because she couldn’t bear life in the Circle. There are countless more in the Gallows just like her – and Anders will confirm in dialogue that the same is true elsewhere. Things may be worse in Kirkwall, because being the worst is what Kirkwall is for, but it is common everywhere for Circle mages to die young, and by their own hands.
Orsino became First Enchanter in direct response to this. His goal, from day one, has been to keep these people alive by any means necessary. Of course, he’s aware that they are in large part dying because their lives are intolerable. His strategy is not to submit and appease the Templars wherever possible. He is trying to better his people’s lot: ‘he wanted to give them something of a life so that death would not be preferable’.
We’re meant to understand that he has had some success at this, although his biography doesn’t say what those successes were. I suspect that the fact that mages are allowed out even as far as the Gallows courtyard in Acts 1 and 2 is all his doing.
But the problem here is quite evident: by Act 3 they are no longer permitted to do even that. There are more reasons to rebel every day, but the cost of doing so will defeat Orsino’s very purpose: the rebellion will no doubt ultimately save the lives of countless mages, but most of the ones in the Kirkwall Circle, the ones to whom Orsino has dedicated his life, are doomed.
There are children in the Circle. Emile was taken at six – and while that seems to be younger than average, we don’t even know that that’s the youngest possible. There may be five or four year olds in the Circle right now. There are elderly people in the Circle: people who can’t move as fast as they used to, or endure as much.
Even the mages in the prime of their lives are going to be almost entirely non-combatants. We see that, here, in Orsino’s introduction. In theory a group of mages ought to be formidable. People are always going on about the ‘options’ mages have in a fight that others do not. But these mages have all been cut down by Qunari swords. They may know how to call down lightning, but they don’t know how to fight.
Orsino knows these people, and he mourns every death. They are all abductees, cut off from the world and with only each other to rely on. He has volunteered to be a father figure to some of the most traumatised people in Thedas. I can understand why he finds the thought of leading them to war unbearable.
Orsino is losing this battle by inches. He wants to give these people their lives, but he can’t. He can’t get them even the most basic rights or freedoms. He can’t prevent the Templars from beating or raping them. He can’t prevent them from making them Tranquil, or outright murdering them.
He ends by telling Meredith he’ll do anything to stop the Rite of Annulment – he’ll help her search for her imagined blood mages. That wouldn’t help, of course. Even if she agreed, it would only delay her until she found another excuse. But I can see how he got to that point, and how his goals narrowed from giving the Kirkwall mages purpose and hope to keeping them breathing just one day longer.
You can’t save a Circle. That’s the tragedy of it. There’s no way to be inside, and still win. You have to bring the whole system down, and be willing to bear the horrific losses that come with doing that. And how can you do that, when you’ve made yourself the protector of this handful of people who are, through no fault of their own, effectively on the front lines of mage survival?
His introduction, here, weeping over the bodies of his people? That’s every day of his life. Some die at the hands of the Qunari, some at the hands of the Templars, others are killed by demons, plenty kill themselves. They’re all dying, and there’s nothing he can do about it. In the end, it’s their deaths that have to have meaning, as the Kirkwall Annulment and its handful of survivors become the start of the rebellion. Their lives? No chance there.
I love Orsino, and his whole damn life is one of the saddest things in Thedas.
I must say, as I approach the end of the game, Elthina keeps talking about how Orsino and Meredith need to ‘work out the conflict between them’ and I’m honestly wondering, what is she expecting Orsino to do? What concessions can Orsino possibly make? He has no power here. Orsino isn’t rabble-rousing in the streets just to tweak Meredith’s nose; he’s calling for help and no one is listening. I’m honestly kind of unclear what Orsino is doing to piss Meredith off that he can stop doing, aside from breathing.
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Whenever you watch the cut scenes at the battle of ostagar you have to remind yourself Carver is there. Somewhere in all that madness is Hawkes baby brother. In that battle, that should have been the end of the blight and was instead simply The End for so many. The battle where the king dies and hope dies and everything dies and is ravaged by a hoard of monsters that nobody can remember existing to this extent. Carver is there. He's there. He's seeing this too. When you think about him and his character and his anger, go back to origins and experience those cut scenes again and think about Carver. There's a reason he's like that.
this is a long one, very sorry in advance but i feel like, during the events of origins, there’s a period of time where morrigan feels like she can never get enough of fem warden…after their first kiss, she always finds herself wanting for more. she doesn’t begin to act on it until after she invites warden to her tent for the very first time, which is when she begins a habit of pulling the warden away from the other party members on adventures so they can make out 🙂↕️ it’s a bit of a rare occurrence, only happening after a particularly grueling battle or dealing with some annoying adventure. she fights herself internally on whether she should just enjoy the small window of freedom she has before she must do what she came for in the first place, or if she should just make it easier on both of them and suppress her desire. which fails miserably after the warden brings her flemeth’s grimoire, and she learns her mothers true intent with her…because the moment she says she wants her mother, the witch of the wilds dead, her warden sets out to do just that in hopes of alleviating the fear she knew morrigan felt.
it perplexed morrigan that the warden did such a thing with no expectation of reward. as far as she could tell, warden took nothing from the hut that she used to call home except for the grimoire morrigan asked for. warden, after returning to camp, simply makes her way to morrigan’s secluded tent before setting the book in the sorceress’ arms, only saying that it has been done, that the woman who posed as mother just to steal morrigan’s body from her has been defeated. the sorceress stands in awe for a split second, before beginning a tangent on how the grimoire will help her protect herself, and how she will kill flemeth again and again if she needs to. she can’t finish her thoughts before warden interrupts her, saying simply “i will always protect you, morrigan” while looking her straight in the eyes. morrigan knows the woman is not lying, and she cannot believe that after a childhood of being taught to protect herself, because no one else would, this 19 or 20 year old girl who she has only known for a short time has pledged herself as her protector. this is when morrigan decides to, for a time, throw propriety and restraint aside for the remaining time she has with the warden.
morrigan is strongly against any public affection, she finds it nauseating. but after that night where warden returned from her battle with flemeth, she begins to care less and less. she will not do anything directly in front of the party, but she becomes less concerned with keeping her…relationship with the warden strictly under wraps. they share eachothers tents more often, not caring if the others know of their sudden involvement with eachother. they only become more intertwined as the days pass by, with more glances shared during the day and intimacy growing more and more common each night. she always wants her nearby, whether it’s her warm skin in a tent or the plate armor she wears when she’s saving the world from blight. neither girl cares of the others opinions. however, though she won’t admit it, morrigan loves that the warden is so publicly hers now. she doesn’t believe she’s one to get jealous, but having the other party members know that the warden is her grey warden fills her with something akin to satisfaction. she’s seen their how their faces look when they see her shove the warden into a tent. she knows that they know that the warden isn’t so available anymore. it goes without saying that though her plan all along was to chase her own ends, she will not be leaving the warden with her whole heart intact.
Ok fuck it I will obviously be finishing Rellana's playthrough when I get back from holidays but I plan on playing through it again with a different origin so I want to know:
Which Origin should I try for my next playthrough:
Dwarf Noble (Aeducan)
Dwarf Castless (Brosca)
Mage Human (Amell)
Mage Elf (Surana)
City Elf (Tabris)
Dalish Elf (Mahariel)
I know that technically the Mage Origin is mostly the same as far as I know but I still wanted to distinguish the two. I will probably be playing as a Female Warden again and I don't know who I will romance but it won't be Morrigan this time. If you would like to elaborate on your choice I would love to read it :]
FUCK mage and elf discourse lets get to the REAL meat and potatoes
who is the most morally correct choice as king
bhelen (tyrant)
harrowmont (dwarven joe biden)
if you make your choice based on arbitrary popular opinion i will court your mother. get spicy with it.
leliana and fem warden both begin training kieran to defend himself very early on in his life…he will definitely have skills within each class with each of his mothers divided between rogue, warrior and mage…leliana definitely teaches him many of the things she learned as a bard as he gets older, how to move quickly when in combat, flanking, etc…as he grows up she might even teach him her more nightingale qualities, like how to find someone’s secrets and when to wield them. though he is not hers by blood, everyone he meets sees shades of perceptiveness and cunning in him that he could not have learned from none other than the nightingale of the imperial court.
fem warden definitely begins to spar with him when he is old enough. she tries her best not to be too hard on him, but still tries to stress that knowing how to defend yourself is crucial. she would begin teaching him some swordplay and shield wielding, as she doesn’t think he is big enough to wield a massive weapon like she does just yet. she knows he’s a mage like his mother, and she knows that within him is the soul of some ancient god. she would love to see kieran come into his power as a mage, but she still won’t rest until she sees her son learn some tangible way to defend himself. the more skills he has, the safer he is. the couslands of highever were unable to defend themselves, and it haunts her still as she watches her son grow and become curious about the world. she will not let him meet the same fate.
dragon age origins but only a female warden can make morrigan pregnant
male warden: i can save us. i can sleep with you...?
morrigan: Lol Men. Always think theyre somehow needed 🙄
Shale: The swamp witch is squishy human, and squishies need other squishies to to make little squishy babies, do they not?
Morrigan: For once you make some sense, golem. However the usual methods will not work. For this ritual, a more... delicate set of hands are required.
alistair: girl wdym by that
morrigan: omg youre so fucking stupid. let me dumb it down for you. Dick no work, pussy only
everyone: ...
[the whole party turns to Leliana]
Among these "cishet" Dragon Age women, who would you make queer?
Morrigan
Anora
Aveline
Meredith
Cassandra
Someone else (leave in tags)
Greetings and goodbyes.
Worst thing about Origins is that I can’t bring all four of them to fight the Archdemon