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[AresKeith]

At least the beard looks better than the hair on top of his head

 

Actually the cornrows didn't look so bad

[Panda]

Actually the cornrows didn't look so bad

 

Mmh, to me they look especially bad ^^; And I don't know even if that's corncrow or mudbun style since they both look same in the front..

[AresKeith]

Mmh, to me they look especially bad ^^; And I don't know even if that's corncrow or mudbun style since they both look same in the front..

 

They're cornrows

 

[Ava Grey]

I had a PC Inquisitor Edition pre-ordered the minute they went online, but I recently canceled mine in favor of the Digital Deluxe too.
I saw some photos of the physical Inquisitor's Edition stuff and it looked really cheap.
I've always regretted not getting the Signature Edition of DA2 because I've played the CRAP out of it for years across two platforms, and I'll never have the exclusive Signature Edition weapons... but the Inquisitor's Edition of DAI doesn't have any exclusive digital stuff, so I'm good.

Which country are you in? I know in the UK we didn't know for a while iff the PC version would come with the deluxe and pre-order bonuses. I eventually got a reply from GS to say it would come both. Hopefully i'm not really out of the loop and that has since changed.

 

I get why people wouldn't bother though. Epic editions are expensive, this one especially so and only a few have anything you would display (I intend to mount and frame the tarot cards). My husband and sons have a few but it's the first time Bioware have produced one (not counting ToR, my husband wanted and got that one). I did have a wobble about getting it when they announced the special edition of the art book. The shipping costs more than the book does and with the Prima guide as well I couldn't justify over £200 on one game. Then I said balls to it and pre-ordered anyway. I'm weak....and now poor.

 

Still wish they had produced one for ME3. I really thought they would have done...

[Panda]

They're cornrows

 

<snip>

 

I see. Meh on the front they look horrible, the texture is issue yet again. At this point I wonder if I have to go with bald.

[Hanako Ikezawa]

So, this is kind of interesting, esp since we've talked about a couple times around these parts. Despite DA:O tell us the contrary, according to DG apparently Thedas really *is* intended to be a pretty sexist place. Whelp. There you go then.

 

http://r2smuse.tumbl...ns-confession-i

Well, the DA world is sexist to either gender in various parts, so in a way DAO wasn't lying when it said genders were treated generally the same.

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

Here is Part One of a fic that is dedicated to Loom but I thought I would share it with you all. Hope ya'll enjoy.

 

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There weren’t many times when he was surprised by the people around him. To be able to read them had become a talent of his over the years and he thought that he had her pegged. Now, as he loitered at the top of the staircase that opened up to her spacious private quarters, Varric Tethras had the sudden thought that he may have been wrong. This was not something that happened often but it was his immediate thought as she sat slouched in a chair with the worn soles of her boots propped up on a desk and reading—from what he could make out by the cover—one of his…. Well, let’s just call it a novel. The short stem of a half-full snifter was held between two of her fingers while the wide curved bottom of the crystal glassware was cupped lightly in the palm of her hand. The crystal was the only thing that made sense to him in this picture. It matched the pristine noble-woman persona she had projected to them all but the bad posture, the sheer disrespect for such a beautifully hand-crafted piece of furniture and the procured book of—if he were to be honest—filth, was so out of character that he couldn’t help but stop and take it all in. It was akin to watching a wild animal in their natural habitat. Every arch of an eyebrow and smirk that she gave the words scrawled over the page and every huff of breath she directed upwards to try and blow misplaced strands of hair from her eyes was like some magical gesture that only the truly fortunate were lucky enough to stumble upon. Laurel Trevelyan was a conundrum, it seemed. One that he was now most definitely interested in unravelling.

 

Varric had often wondered what the Commander saw in her. He would watch them from across the room in the tavern, the warrior’s large hand resting on her thigh and giving it the occasional rub as she spoke to him in a low murmur so no one else would be able to overhear their conversation.  She would sit straight and rigid on the bench, only ever giving out a slight smile when something seemed to amuse her. He had thought that she had the typical superiority complex that seemed to plague most of the upper-class but the woman that sat before him now, told a different story as she sprayed what he thought could be a very rare vintage of whiskey all over the pages of her book.

 

“Oh, bollocks,” she muttered. Laurel let her boots slip from the desk to stomp down on the stone floor as she sat up and placed the book in the spot her feet had been and with the sleeve of her tunic, tried to pat the pages dry as carefully as possible so as not to smear the ink.

 

“That good of a read is it?” Varric asked as he took the final steps and lazily strolled through her room.

 

She snorted at his question after a quick glance in his direction and with a quirky smile that Varric had never seen before on her face, picked up her book and raised her legs to once again perch them on the desk. “It’s captivating.”

 

“You know, it is part of a series,” the dwarf remarked.

 

“Oh, trust me, I do know. Unfortunately my mother found my hidden collection before I could procure this one—the last one—but as luck would have it, I now reside with the author himself. Don’t think I’m paying for it though. You have enough bloody copies stored around the place for you to let this one go for free.”

 

She spoke with a slight drawl and not her usual immaculate dialect, and with her hand gestures being somewhat sluggish, there was only one conclusion that he could come to as he chuckled at the way one of her boots seem to continuously slip from the desk. “You’re drunk,” he accused.

 

She waved her hand to dismiss his claim but paused and seemed to assess herself. “Actually, I think I am. Isn’t that wonderful? When you are drunk, nothing matters. Nothing can get inside to niggle away at your fears. You’re free.”

 

Laurel let out a sigh, finally letting her boots slip to the ground as she sagged in her chair. Varric’s smile faltered. Well, that was certainly a turn of events. She always seemed so stuck up and stand offish that he never stopped to consider that she could be feeling trapped in her position. He had thought quite the opposite; in truth, he had thought that she revelled in it.  

 

He leaned against the desk, and feeling a pang of sympathy for the woman before him, gave a playful nudge to her shoulder with his fist. “Come now, it can’t all be bad. What about goldilocks?”

 

“Maker, dwarf, I wish you wouldn’t call him that. He is a grown man,” she replied with a small repressed smile that made the corners of her mouth twitch.

 

“Ah, you can’t fool me. You like the name just as much as I like calling him it. Have you noticed the way a nerve near his right eye seems to twitch whenever he hears it?”

 

Laurel giggled her eyes going wide as she tried to smother what he thought to be quite a lovely sound, by slamming her hand over her mouth. “You—” she took in a deep breath to try and control her laughter “—you are a bad man!”

 

Varric shrugged. “I try. But seriously, kid, you should laugh more often. It suits you.”

 

She looked up at him from her slouched position with eyes bright and full of the youth that never seemed to show on her face—until now, that was.

 

“So—” Varric gestured towards the decanter that was the third of the way full with a deep amber liquid and sat off to the corner of the desk “—you going to pour me one of those or am I going to have to make the trudge down to the tavern and drink some p*ss that isn’t half as decent as I suspect this could be?”

 

Laurel pushed herself up in her chair, appearing eager for the company that he was offering, and filled him a snifter near to the brim before sliding it towards him. She looked around her chamber with swift turns of her neck before looking back at him apologetically.

 

“It appears I only have one chair. But here, you have it. I would much rather sit on the floor anyway.”

 

She bounced up from her seat and he watched with a curious stare as she went to gather the puffy pillows from her bed then seemed to strategically place them on the floor beside the desk before plonking herself down with a contented smile.

 

“My mother would never let me sit on the floor, you know. She said it wasn’t becoming of a lady to do so. She caught me once, lying on my stomach in the library reading a book. She had lectured me for an entire afternoon about how I had creased my gown and what if a man had walked in and seen me in such a position? She said it was unseemly. I don’t even know how she managed the breath to spew all her garble out at me for so long.” She paused then and pulled air into her lungs with a smile. “I guess being able to speak without the need for air is something that runs in the family.”

 

Varric chuckled and took a deep swig of whiskey, the fluid pleasantly warming his throat on the way down. “So, it would seem that you aren’t all disapproving glares and stiff posture after all,” he mused.

 

“No. But it is years of engraved behaviour. It sort of comes naturally now and I find myself forcing myself to just be me. It can be a difficult thing to overcome, especially when your true nature has been censored your entire life. I would have much rather been born a boy. Then I could have been the one standing behind mother and pulling faces at her back while my sister was lectured on proper etiquette.”

 

“Your brothers did that?”

 

She laughed loudly. “Of course they did. They were smart little bastards with smarmy mouths, as to why my mother adored them all. And I, being the only girl, bore the brunt of all her teachings.”

 

Laurel looked down at her lap where she held the snifter in her hands, a soft frown coming to grace her features as she contemplated whether or not to share her next piece of information. Why not? She had told him far more than she had ever intended to, but her mouth did seem to run away from her when it was under the influence of alcohol. Varric had always been nice enough in his own may. Had thrown small quips in her general direction accompanied by a wink and a smile and she could easily admit that she liked him, more so than he could have known. He reminded her of her eldest brother, Tristan. But he was gone, his body never even recovered from the rubble that had supposed to of been the starting of something better. And that sealed it for her, the thought of having someone like her brother in her life again, so she raised her eyes to the dwarf with a coy smile on her lips.

 

“Cullen helped me, made me see that it was acceptable to be myself,” she blurted out before taking a small sip of her drink.

 

Varric raised an eyebrow at that statement. He supposed if he had taken the time to consider it he would have put more thought into the polite smiles that frequented her face far more often than they had in the beginning. Maybe he would have speculated on the fact that she seemed much more relaxed when she stood beside Sera rather than someone as refined as Vivienne. Maybe he would have noticed the small interested glances she directed towards him while he retold the tales of his days in Kirkwall. If he had given it a thought, maybe he would have noticed that she wasn’t as black and white as he had chalked her up to be. He had judged her on her cover and wrongly so. There was a story hidden away beneath that cover and the more he listened to her talk the more he wanted to hear, after all, he would be telling her tale one day, would he not?

 

“And how exactly did our resident commander help you?” he asked with a smirk as he lent back in his chair and got comfortable.

 

“Don’t you go and put that lustful undertone to it. It wasn’t like that.”

 

He tapped the book that Laurel had left open on her desk to remind her of her choice in literature. “And here I thought you enjoyed my lustful undertones,” he teased. “But since I am obviously wrong; how about you take this opportunity to enlighten me.”

 

Laurel put her snifter to the side and leaned back on her elbows as she eyed the dwarf suspiciously. “You want me to tell you the ins and outs of my relationship with Cullen? Why? So you can scandalize it when you publish it as one of your “romance” novels?”

 

Varric couldn’t keep the bark of laughter down even though he tried his hardest to look offended at such a suggestion. “Madam, you wound me! I will have you know that I now strictly pen books so tasteful that you would find your mother reading them beside the fire before bed.”

 

Laurel snorted as her rich brown eyes bore into his and an amused smile flittered across her lips. “Are you trying to convince me, that you, Varric Tethras, have lost his passion for such masterfully written lines such as, “The way your t*ts bounce when I pin your arms and take you on the side of the bed.”?”

 

“That was a good one, wasn’t it?” he asked with a grin.

 

She rolled her eyes at him before leaning forward while taking his request into consideration. “Not that Cullen would be too thrilled with me discussing our private affairs with you especially; I guess I could tell you how it all came about. I doubt there would be any harm in that.”

 

Varric lent in, mimicking her body language as he deliberated on whether or not he would be pushing his luck to ask for quill and parchment and by the hesitant look he briefly caught in her eyes, he knew it would be. This could be his only chance to get her story, while she was inebriated enough to be honest and open. Instead he gave her an encouraging smile as he asked, “So, where do we begin?” He ignored the slight pang of guilt in his gut.

 

“With Sera.”

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

I can't believe that bastard isn't censored but the P word for an alcoholic beverage is. 

[Lilaeth]

YES!!! I love this post!!! I wish more ppl would talk about this in schools  and educate ppl. When I first found out I was bi, I was in my teen years  and when I told my mom  that  I like girls as well as boys she didn't know how to respond to that, I guess she didn't understand it at the time... but then she came to terms with it and supported me no matter what. 

 

When i tried to open up to my friends about it, they treated me like I was some sort of an abomination or something... like I couldn't even compliment a girl on her appearance cause she thought that I want to hump her.. it was so frustrating  because I couldn't be open to anyone about who I really am without being judged ... I guess a lot of it has to do with religion and why they don't educate ppl about it...  many ppl in my country are pretty religious if you talk to someone about those things you can guarantee yourself a ticket to hell

 

And hey if that's the case then hell seems like a much more fun place  

 

You should have tried going to a Catholic school in Glasgow in the 1970s....    I was pretty much regarded as weird, but *not* because of my sexuality, at least not directly.  I was doing the 'I will never get married' bit, and they *thought* it was because of my sexuality, but it was because somewhere along the line I had become a raging feminist.  Back then, that meant everyone thought you were a lesbian anyway.  Sigh.  My dad actually asked me when I was 17 if I was gay (because I'd never brought a boy home) and I said no, but if he'd let me sleep with any guy I  brought home, I would bring home as many as he wanted.  He declined the offer.    I really don't care who anyone else wants to sleep with as long as children and animals are not involved, and they don't get nasty when they find out I don't want to sleep with them.  I find it odd that something that is such a small part of who we are has become so 'important' in the grand scheme of things, when it's not at all.

[Milady]

Lovely writing Boom!

Guys/gals, 2 weeks and 1 day!

[MidgetNemo]

Santa Claus qunari? 

"Santa Qun is coming to town!"

[Lilaeth]

Wow. I must confess to slowly losing faith in him as a great world-builder. Yes he's still an awesome writer, especially when it comes to dialogue, but I'm less and less impressed with the creation of Thedas itself. It's incredibly derivative and almost completely lacking in imagination; almost none of the great institutions are questioned or challenged or altered, and ideas like sexism and homophobia are simply carried over from our world and plopped down into the world of Thedas. It's downright lazy writing is what it is! 

TBH, I don't even think he's all that great a writer.  Maybe slightly better than average, but not by much.  When I read his books, I was very disappointed in the quality of them.  *Shrug*  Maybe it's just me.  I don't think they've misled anyone about Thedas tho - the word 'generally' in the text about equality was the big giveaway.  I'm 'generally' equal to a man in this world, but that normally works out as legal equality, as opposed to practical equality, where in many workplaces we are still fighting to be paid the same money as a man doing the same job.  The quasi-mediaeval setting of the game led me to expect certain mores and attitudes to be in place.  I'm not at all bothered by it.  If anything it makes my female Wardens/Heroes feel a bit more like me - been fighting that fight since the 1970s, and I am named after a great-aunt who was part of a movement here to get equality for all. 

[Lilaeth]

I need to learn to stay out of the main forum. There are threads and people there that I find so irritating that it makes me just want to respond with trollishness on the fly.

Yeah, there are some folks I would like to troll.  If i come back from the dentists in pain this afternoon, I might do it for some light relief!

[gamerSSV]

Something nice on my tumblr dash for once! 

 

From transsolas:

 

Spoiler

 

non-sexual intimacy with cullen

 

he’s nervous and soft spoken when you have a private moment with him. there’s less confidence in his voice and more fear. he shies from your touch and from your gaze and you wonder what’s made him so cautious when it’s so obvious you have a connection.

 

you continue to get close to him regardless, and your rare moments of solitude turn to intimacy. his hand glides over yours, tentative and unsure. you reassure him

with a smile.

 

his cheeks turn a lovely rose color.

 

weeks progress to months and you grow closer. you’ve felt his hands on your waist and smelt the armor polish lingering to his clothes. you know how his hair feels beneath your hands and how soft his eyes can be.

 

he his gentle, he is tender, and he is always asking permission.

 

you wonder and wonder until one night you touch too far down his hip and he recoils. he panics and gasps, stepping away. he tells you he can’t. he apologizes.

 

you end up kneeling on the floor with him, breathing with him, helping him through his panic.

 

he tells you of the desire demon. of the blood of his comrades. of being picked apart from the inside out. he tells you of a mage he loved, that once their smile had been everything to him, and that a demon took that away.

 

he tells you he’s never had sex before, and that after what the desire demon put him through, he never wishes to be touched like that.

 

you reach out and hold his hand and tell him that sex is something you were never that interested in, either. that even if you were, you would respect him.

 

he presses his face to your shoulder and cries.

 

the truth seems to lighten him. he reaches for you more often, now, cupping your face and presses your noses together. kissing is out of the question, but nuzzling seems to be his favorite thing.

 

the pinnacle of your intimacy happens one night after a short game of chess. you have won and he asks if you might enjoy a prize. when you agree, he smiles, motioning toward the ladder.

 

intrigued, you follow him up, and he invites you to stay the night, wringing his hands and looking much like a teenager in the soft light.

you stay, of course. you get no sleep, nor does he.

 

his eyes are too intriguing.

 

his touch is too soft.

 

he is happy.

Awwww.....I love this fic. NOW I can't stop wondering how BW really wrote his romance in DAI.

[phyreblade74]

NEW GAMEPLAY

 

 

Well, since I couldn't understand the Italian past words I recognised (like the name of the game and its engine, hehe), I focused on the look of the character more than anything.  And let me just say ... I know what race Dorian will be romancing eventually, lol.
 

[phyreblade74]

Wow. I must confess to slowly losing faith in him as a great world-builder. Yes he's still an awesome writer, especially when it comes to dialogue, but I'm less and less impressed with the creation of Thedas itself. It's incredibly derivative and almost completely lacking in imagination; almost none of the great institutions are questioned or challenged or altered, and ideas like sexism and homophobia are simply carried over from our world and plopped down into the world of Thedas. It's downright lazy writing is what it is! 

 

I tend to feel exactly the opposite than this.  The fact we're offered a world where traditional human frailties and failings exist makes for a world that's more believable, more deep and meaningful.  It's a chance to directly challenge those notions, to create true heroes that fly in the face of every single narrowminded prig who tells us along the way that we can't, and, boy, does it feel awesome as we go along. 

 

So my Warden was the youngest daughter, not a son, and she saved the world.  My Hawke was a mage and a homosexual, and he changed the world forever.  And my Inquisitor will most likely be an elf, and she's going to show them all that elves still belong, that racism and bigotry can't hold someone down for long.  Personally, I can not wait for that adventure.

[imbeia]

"Santa Qun is coming to town!"

 

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[gamerSSV]

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I'm still out of likes. >.< And they\re just not coming back.

 

Anyway, LIKE!! That's a fun way to look at the Arishok. And he doesn't look bad either.........I've just remembered how much I'm gonna miss the DA2 Qunari.

[Milady]

Found this on Tumblr:


By aimo on instagram http://instagram.com/p/u7Tv1dJqsA/

[loominousfish]

Found this on Tumblr:

*snip*
By aimo on instagram http://instagram.com/p/u7Tv1dJqsA/

 

I adore Aimo.  I always get super excited and happy whenever I see her art on my dash.

[Jean]

Having black sclera as an option for a Qunquisitor would be rad.

[imbeia]

.........I've just remembered how much I'm gonna miss the DA2 Qunari.

 

yes, they look much better than in DAO and DAI- and Arishok is looking best

[HalesBlack]

"Santa Qun is coming to town!"

 

I can actually sing that in my head.

[wiccame]

So, this is kind of interesting, esp since we've talked about a couple times around these parts. Despite DA:O tell us the contrary, according to DG apparently Thedas really *is* intended to be a pretty sexist place. Whelp. There you go then.

 

http://r2smuse.tumbl...ns-confession-i

 

With Jory telling us he didn't think women were permitted to join the grey wardens and then Murdock saying he didn't think they made women grey wardens not to mention you can't talk to Berwick with out the chance on him making a sexist comment it was kind of obvious Thedas was still a pretty sexist place and that's only mentioning a few. But tbh I don't mind it, we're always given the chance to put them in their place and I really wouldn't expect a setting loosely based on medeival times to be anything but sexist. 

I am all for the hero having an 'In your face' victory moment. That's why I like playing elves and mages so much...you want to supress my kind well now what do you think when I saved your butt

[imbeia]

so much of pages without Cullen?

 

(I`m terribly bored waiting) meh ...

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http://the-art-finch.tumblr.com

it`s so nice