- way too much parkour for a game whose movement style is REALLY NOT suited to parkour
- it took me 500 attempts to jump up that slope
- are you fuckign kidding me
Tag: da
Modern Varric Aesthetics:
-lovingly cared for laptop, no longer any recognizable brand but an amalgam of new and improved parts
-starts wearing his fall jacket too early, doesn’t switch to his winter one until he risks losing fingers
-likes every picture his friends ever post on Facebook, Instagram.
-always carries a deck of cards
-window down, arm out the side of the car, sleeves rolled up radio blaring
-170, 638 unread emails, replies to text messages 5 min later or less
-raucous laughter at bars, always orders nachos for the table, knows every bar with a karaoke night in the city
-profile picture showing just his jawline and chest hair
-40% tipper
-sunglasses tucked into his shirt or pushed up onto his forehead, constantly using his hand to shade his eyes
-orders cheapest beer on the menu by the pitcher, complains about it all night
-YouTube channel on which he reads trashy romance novels in increasingly overdramatic voices
-wears/displays gag gifts proudly, owns 5+ ‘my best friend went to _____ and all I got was this lousy T-shirt’ shirts.
-books strewn over every horizon lay surface in his house, propping up furniture, uses a hardcover as a doorstop
-sprawls over entire table at coffee shops, pages of manuscript everywhere and red ink on his fingers
-sends ‘I love you man’ texts when drunk
Idea of the day:
Alistair and a non-human noble Warden are a couple until he becomes King. Since this Warden can’t become Queen (or Co-King if you wanna go that route) and neither is looking for the mistress option, they break up. And they’re both upset about it, but after the day is saved and a year has passed, they go back to being the best of friends. Exchanging letters.
Years pass. They grow. The Warden is the king’s closest friend and advisor. Rumors abound. And while they aren’t true, both the Warden and Alistair have fallen in love with each other again, 8 years later, older and wiser. And neither acts on it because they’re both too scared.
10 years pass. Both are lovesick. Alistair tells himself he’ll tell the Warden he loves them when they get back from their quest to cure the Calling. He doesn’t care about having a mistress now; he’s lived in a marriage of connivance long enough to understand it.
Alistair gets a letter. The Warden is coming to visit. Just as soon as they solve a question about the missing Wardens in Orlais.
The next day a rift opens in the sky.
The Warden is Hawke’s ally.
Have fun kids.
I am the leader of the Inquisition.
You know it’s a bioware game when you can appreciate the three years they put into the storyline, the thousands of hours they put into the gameplay environment, and the twenty minutes they put into the hairstyles.
There’s still a lot of work ahead…
I have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. And good hair.
ahh yes the many fantastical races of the dragon age series. elves, qunari, dwarves, the french,
tag yourself as an inquisition character
Inquisitor: Any interest in a dance?
Iron Bull: Oh, shit, the nobles would love that. Can you imagine Josephine’s face trying to explain that we were….
Bull: Wait, were you serious? Because if so, then yeah, absolutely. I mean, once we stop the assassins and all that.
reckless & terribly gay 