Just poring over some of the new images. ◕‿◕
I like the overall shape of the dragon, its wings and silhouette, like it's maintaining this theme, two. It particularly reminds me of the DAII cover, with the figures of other characters being present in the dragon's wings. the pattern in the background gives the impression of a sunburst or explosion/outwards burst of energy (there's been lots of that going around in promo images for DA:TV over the years hasn't there). :D chunks of rock float around, which by now is associated with Fadey stuff (floating rocks in the Fade), the barrier (Veil) crumbling in key arts, and reality warping in places like Arlathan Forest. the dragon, open-mouthed, golden-eyed and ready to breathe fire, recalls the dragons on the Dragon Age vinyl arts, two, especially with its general position, and the dragon in this screenshot/scene. in the background at the bottom you can even see a hint of the 'concentric circles' pattern that represents the Veil.
I love that this group shot truly does include the whole team, including Assan and Manfred. I wonder if they will come into the field too if we select Davrin or Emmrich to come out with us respectively? We saw Assan capably fighting darkspawn in the character trailer, and in this image Manfred is helping fend the monsters off. Does Manfred carry Emmrich's stuff in his lil backpack..? 🥺 and I wonder what the purpose of Manfred's goggles are. Visually they set him apart from other skeleton/undead-type enemies and make it so you don't have to peer into empty the eyesockets of a skull, but also they're green (necromancy magic color) and we see Emmrich doing magic on them here. Are they part of the enchantment keeping him animated? also happy to see Varric in this one even though he is not one of the 7 companions. also, Bianca is still here. RIP
Taash looks so cool. :D Even her weapons are gold. her upper body armor in this piece has the aesthetic to me of like a dragon's ribbed armored chest and underside. I like that her weapons are unique generally, and from each other too. her dual-wielding like this as [I presume] a warrior differentiates her from Rook who if a warrior would be sword and shield or twohanded. her gauntlets look like they have dragon teeth or spines on them (the sticky-out parts that are not scale-like).
Davrin is at Rook's right hand. ♡ the floating triangles near Bellara show that she is using her magical device. I wonder what the white sphere part of Neve's wand/staff is. like, in this particular image it gives me the impression of a big pearl. Lucanis' eyes are glowing, like we see here, in that way that seems to hint that something interesting is going on there. overall it's cool to see all the team and cast together like this, working together heroically to stave off doom.
some of the monsters the group are fighting at least are red lyrium darkspawn. the ones with 'shark fin'-shaped headpieces are the same kind as the one at that link. are the rest all darkspawn too (there are different types of darkspawn ofc), or are there some walking dead mixed in there? (lol at the one Varric has just shot in the face). the non-sharkhead ones seem to be these guys from concept art. the prominence of darkspawn in this key art give the impression that we will fight a lot of red lyrium darkspawn in this game and that the threat they pose, including the Blight, is a significant part of the game's storyline.
at the center of it all and at the forefront is Rook. in a nice bit of poetic mirroring (the Wolf and the Rook), they too stand on a rocky outcropping, also with the knife - just like this. the knife is blue here.. blue lyrium influence? the very ground on which they stand bursts with energy. I wonder if Rook's outfit here is sort of their default, iconic look, like the Champion of Kirkwall armor for Hawke etc? I love that they have a cape and the point of their helmet gives them a bird-like feel. (omg.. we can have capes in this game fr). they have the Veilguard symbol on their chest. and could they be canonically left-handed..? :)
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What do you think Odile does for a living? She feels teacher like to me. What do you think she would do post canon?
HMMMM THIS IS GOOD QUESTION…
ive seen a lot of people hc her as a teacher / professor so i!! think that suits her pretty well. specifically as someone who studies + specializes in different types of craft (that would be why shes so proficient in multiple craft spells. also how she was able to figure out the loops stuff, AND to find something that could prevent siffrin from looping back).
post canon i am not sure… i am always torn between how the party would handle things post canon. obviously they would keep travelling for a bit, odile alongside her family without the stress of. constant sadness encounters + a king to kill lol. i think maybe she would get to take her time, reeaally get to know vauguardian culture when not within. a crisis. as was her original intention.
eventually. EVENTUALLY. when the family settles down somewhere (i am a “they all get a big house together” believer lol) she would get back into craft stuff. maybe go back into teaching too—surely people would be eager to hire a saviour. especially though i think it would be neat of her to try looking into wish craft etc, as a long forgotten form of craft. to satisfy her own curiosity, for siffrins sake, or just as a way of preserving the countries culture in whatever ways possible.
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taking a risk and posting the very first section of the threesome (which STILL has no title? very odd for me). it is an xxxtreme first draft so some of the language is rough/worded weirdly (i do this so i can just get an idea out onto the page without getting stuck on the wording and then forgetting what it was). that first paragraph has too many tenses in it on purpose--i'm trying to figure out which sounds best! sorry that it starts with a sort of disembodied handjob!
There are so many things Frank won’t think about as he walks up to the carefully placed ball.
For one, the nails painted a bright electric blue. Cute, thoughtful, flattering. Thoughtful. Flattering. Flattering. The gaffer said: nothing strenuous. Not even my hands! Can’t even use my hands! Can’t touch you tonight! Uh-uh, call Roberto up now if you don’t believe me! Here, take my phone, call him up!
Looking down and watching the nails that decorate the long fingers wrapped around his cock. It was not a lazy hand; she stroked him firmly. But lovingly. Teasing the tip making him moan and say her name out loud despite the sudden embarrassment of this. The chin digging into his neck and the soft hair draping over his shoulders and the nipples pressing against his bare back through the thin shirt she wears to sleep. If he closes his eyes there’s a moment of safety. Everything is alright.
He thinks of sucking the Chelsea-blue fingertips clean with his eyes closed so she can admire his eyelashes. He knows well what he tastes like on her fingers, thighs, stomach.
With his eyes closed his mind tells him it’s the taste of John.
He won’t look into the bursting blue and white stands to meet her eyes. Then he’ll have to think about this: how there’s no girlfriend with his name on her back—never has been, she doesn’t do that, has never done. She’s not like the others. When he sees her in the stands she stands out. She’s different. And it worries him sometimes. If someone thinks—If she’s different than maybe so is he—
He thinks about John—John is there too, John in his kit. John trapped in a stadium seat because of being what she’d called a bit of an idiot over dinner or because of what he’d thought of as passion but in private, in the depths of his heart, he has to agree with her.
It’s why she makes a better fiancée than he’d thought life would bring him after he’d made a mistake the first time. They’re often of the same mind about the day-to-day things. If they got deeper, there’s a lot she surely wouldn’t agree with about how he feels about John Terry. So Frank spends the time poised, tense, making sure they don’t get deeper.
Stop thinking! John should be doing this with him. He can’t bear to not have John when he’s supposed to have John. Stop thinking!
Then he’s back to himself, Super Frank, the captain today, not a leader, maybe a legend, and captain all the same. He sets the example and he works hard enough to tune out the distractions. He’s strong, focused, a good example of a man for others. His footsteps vibrate though him. He hears them thump in his ears. The adrenaline flows, and his view of the world narrows to nothing but the pitch ahead of him and Manuel Neuer. He doesn’t hear anything. This is one of the moments he’s been training for all his life. He doesn’t think of how Dad was the one who first prepared him. These moments are the ones he lives for. When it all leaves his mind.
His foot meets the ball with that calm, steady, controlled force. Up and over Neuer’s arms, cleanly into the top of the net.
*
The team the staff the entourage soaked in champagne and sweat and screams.
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The families are loaded onto a different coach. The first team hanging out of the seats, hooting and spilling things and faking grinding on each other in the aisles, soaking in more champagne and sweat and screams. It wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary for Frank and John to share a victory kiss. Shouldn’t have been, anyway. What kind of world is this, that’s designed things so that they can’t? It’s Dad’s tired 70s, 80s, 90s holding the 21st century hostage. Frank is tired of Dad’s world. He was captain. He should get a victory kiss.
John takes a break from swigging the Dom Pérignon to do what he always does. To be on the same wavelength as Frank and yet crushingly not. “You’re such a fucking star, Lamps,” he yells over the horrible music someone is playing. “I’m so fucking proud of this lad,” he says to Petr, who’s fully aware. And then back to Frank. “Too bad you’re not some pretty girl. I’d give you a kiss, wouldn’t I?”
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They don’t get to the Mandarin Oriental until three in the morning. They’re already playing what one of the younger lads identifies as Justin Timberlake in the hotel ballroom. Nobody will sleep tonight.
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