my job in the comune will be to fuck your mom

[Legacy. Passing on something precious to the man you love, the man you’re desperate to trust.]

I got emotional equipping Anders with the Malcolm’s Honor staff during the legacy dlc while he’s near-constantly having a breakdown over the level of control he has over his own mind. It’s like trying to ground him. Like saying, “Look, love. You’ve already been carrying the torch my father passed on. His, mine, yours, ours.”
(Like giving yourself something to look back on, so you can tell yourself: I really tried.)

I find it funny when queer fantasy stories are written in a setting where homophobia doesn't exist, but there's a ~forbidden romance~ element coming from some completely different, fantastical prejudice. Like

"Son, I don't care if you suck dick, but no child of mine will be sharing a bed with a goddamn necromancer!"

9:41 - The First Tones

Round #3 — Match 20 of 26

Mythal

“mythal is peak dragon age to me because she’s worshipped as this protective, loving figure and then the deeper you dig the uglier it gets - betrayal, murder, vengeance. and the flemeth connection makes it even better, because suddenly this myth isn’t distant at all; it’s been walking around your story the whole time, nudging things, making deals, keeping something ancient alive through sheer refusal to die quietly. plus, any lore thread that leads you to a temple full of ancient elves who are still loyal and still grieving is automatically going to have me in a chokehold.”

vs. Sten

“i love sten because his vibe is “i have done something unforgivable and i will carry it” and then two hours later he’s stealing cookies from a child “for his own good”.”

He is so unfazed by this point. The wind? Sure, let's take a look.

Same energy as:

I love them

husband sketch

“ she is a part of me, no more separate than your heart from your chest. “

for the “mirror” prompt of morrigan week from twt