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by sare2121

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Anyone else wake up at 2pm and immediately think “I should map out the changes to Epic III between Broadway and the West End” ?

No, just me?

Anyway, I listened to both (and in particular read the lyrics to the Broadway version while listening to Dónal Finn singing), and here is the change to the ending.

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«The way shades linger...it looks mournful, right? But it isn't always...»

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I’M SORRY. WHAT

Achilles writing the codex:

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Could recognize him by touch alone...

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Supergiant Hades + textposts

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I realized that I could easily do the same to DAI's script, and I did that, but then I immediately created my magnum opus:

A Text File of Everything Solas Says In Inquisition and Veilguard, The Ultimate Fanfic Resource For Writing Solas' Voice*

and I fell on the floor because it made me happy.

*edited to correct a minor mishap

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Prepare for a ramble. Just thinking about how if you refuse to have your vallaslin removed, Solas immediately stops you from trying to explain why. He knows why. He isn’t hurt. It doesn’t bother him; he sounds almost proud that you make that choice.

“You are perfect.”

“You are so beautiful.”

All these remarks that, despite there being a casual intimacy with them you can see, I feel like Solas saying things like this was seldom. Perhaps trying to spare his own self the pain of having to turn sweet words into bitter memories and also Lavellan. Perhaps he felt they weren’t enough. Not fitting for his feelings, which are so deep.

But for whatever reason, the cherishing words and the way he touches Lavellan’s cheek, she isn’t used to these things. The touch makes her touch her own face, like it burns. Or perhaps in this thinner area of the Veil, she feels his affection in the touch. The kiss is slower, more languid. The desperation of the first two isn’t there. This is just savoring. The potential to step into deeper waters is there; we know Jaal’s love scene for Andromeda was Solas’ first. We know where that went.

But this is how Solas ends it. Which. It isn’t an end. Not really. This is also how Lavellan is inextricably bound to him. She doesn’t pursue anyone else. She is ever hunting him after this. And let’s be real, Solas is always leaving her a trail.

Solas is also bound. And no matter how hard he tries not to be, he’s composing symphonies, he’s painting, he’s got a picture of her chair in his meditation room, he’s writing her letters, and is simply never able to stop looking over his shoulder at her.

And it’s not Inquisitor in the letter. It’s always “Vhenan.” I’ve done all this to you. But you’re still my heart. I’ve broken my own heart. I’ve wounded my own heart. I’m probably going to be responsible for it dying. But it’s still my heart.

You are still my heart. For whatever that is worth.

**Sigh**. They’ve got their hooks in me, y’all.

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NO WAY AYRON (VA of Antinous) SANG JUST A MAN :"0

This is from his tik tok, but since not everyone has tik tok I'm posting it here xd. Man, he has such a great fucking voice aiwiwjaiqjnan 🛐

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(Read on our blog)

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(Nazis collect "anti-German" books to be destroyed at a Berlin book-burning on May 10, 1933 (Source)

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(A Nazi student and a member of the SA raid the Institute for Sexual Science's library in Berlin, May 6, 1933. Source)

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whenever I want to feel maximally insane about Neve "I don't ask for much" Gallus I simply think about this post

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Together again

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So I have a theory/headcanon about the laurals in Hades.

As we know the royal family, Hades, Persephone, and Zagreus all wear the flaming laurals.

But before Persephone joined them back as their queen, she didn't.

This leads me to believe that only royalty can and do wear laurals around their heads.

"but shabby!" You may say, "Thesus wears blue ones!"

And yes! He does! Thesus though was the king of Athens. And is refered to in the game as "king" several times, so although they're not flaming, he does have a set of laurals to show his station.

"what about Asterius though???"

And I'll admit. This is more of my own head canon here. Asterius does indeed wear laurals, but I think they're because they were a gift from Thesus. Wether they're a gift to show close friendship and companionship or a gift of lovers is entirely up to you.

But now we get to achillies and patroclus.

For anyone who doesn't know, patroclus was born a prince, but at the ripe old age of 9 he was exiled and lost that title. He has not been a prince since he was very young.

Achillies however never lost that title. He was born a prince and died a prince. He should still have his laurals and yet we see it's the opposite in game.

I truly believe that after Patroclus was slain, achillies removed the laurals from his own head and put them on patroclus's. As a sign of devotion, of his love. There would be no one else in achillies life who would be worthy of wearing his laurals, of being his partner and lover.

When their bodies were burnt and buried I think patroclus was still wearing the laurals and took them into the after life with him.

Being the only gift he has from achillies with him, he keeps them on knowing the symbol of love and devotion that they are. Taking them off would mean finally moving on from the love they had for one another.

Achillies likewise refuses new royal laurals. His deal with Hades means he's now a servant, not a prince. And replacing the laurals he gave to patroclus would be too painful. You can't replace the love you have for your soulmate afterall. That's not something you can just move past.

Edit: if anyone wants some angst to go with this hc, I've wrote a small accompanying fic

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No but think of Chiron finding out

Imagine it

He knew it could happen but he had heard the echoes of Thetis hiding him, how reluctant he knew Patroclus was.

He later heard of Achilles’ temper and his hatred of all of it

He allowed himself to hope

But he heard the screams of anguish across the Aegean, smelt the fury, felt the shakes the boy he loved created in the line between mortal and immortal.

And he knew, he knew only one person could create this in him.

Later, when the time of the younger gods ended he would travel across and see the monuments, fold his great legs and his gut would shake the sky with the shape of the fury.

Because these gods took all of his sons, every single one of them. These gods who created them for battle, torture and entertainment knew nothing of their smiles, echoing laughs, their blooming loves, their scrapes, their hatred, the way every single one of them were good and kind and the very best of men.

There is nothing more tragic

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As long as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, I will love you. When the leaves turn from green to orange, I will still make you tea in the evening with one spoonful of honey.

Why?, you may ask. Because you are the reason why I get to admire seasons change and seedlings grow into beautiful towers of oak. The thought of getting to share my passing days with you pulls me out of bed like no other.

If we were Achillies and Patroclus, I would salt your wounds and feed you soup on your deathbed.

-burgundyheartz

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And she burned to bright I could not touch her, I could not touch her and live to see her again,

I am Icarus and she is my Sun, my wings, carrying me towards the only thing I desire but May never have. As Hades reaches for Persephone so to do I reach for you. My love and life . My heart break and my destruction. While Demeter weeps, Hades smiles; and persephone, oh poor dear persephone forever trapped between the people she loves. A goddess and a daughter, a wife and a queen. Forevermore trapped between life and death.

And how should I live when my heart beats only for you and yet shall be by undoing?

For Was it pride that drove Icarus to his destruction? or did the pain of heart break, of craving something he May never have hasten him to ignore the warnings of his betters and unduly melt his wings?

Has history not taught us? Shall I read the tale of poor Juliet and her Romeo? No. For I shall live it instead.

Why must all love end at death? Is there no greater pain?

Are we to be helen and paris? A love to start a war for? Or should we chose Romeo? A love to die for? And what of Achillies and Patroclus? A love the gods themselves fear? A love worth slaying for?

Shall you be my destruction, my love? As Helios was to Icarus? As Juliet was to Romeo? As Demeter must surely believe Hades was to Persephone? Shall Troy fall for us? Who shall die for us? Who shall even remember us?

How can I love anyone else while you live? So I shall love you from afar as the Sun worships the moon, shares her light so the moon May shine on while the sun rests. How could the moon shine so bright in the night Sky without the sun to illuminate her. I could escape you and your love as much as the sun could stop shining, I could stop loving you as selene could stop reflecting apollo’s rays.

Forever destined to be apart and yet ever entwined. For While Selene is surrounded by Astraeus’ stars she is destined to be alone forevermore.