#where she is a clock mage

[abysskeeper]

As my bard goes into act 3, I followed through on wizard4wizard and rolled the only PC I have who has seen significant table time, Nox.

Multiclassing her and adding a level 1 cleric (of Selune, for rp reasons) has granted my wildest dreams and made her stats reflect that she's the biggest nerd in existence.

[shapelytimber]

Pj party for the gang <3

[BG3 PRINTS] - [COMMISSIONS]

(Please don't spoil me act 3, I've still not got around to play it-)

Everytime I go to camp to clock in for the night, and a good 4 out of 6 of these fuckers go to sleep wearing *leather* outfits- I understand it from a 'this is a video game of course they don't change clothes to go sleeping' perspective..... But on the other hand I slept once in leather pants and that was one of the worst experiences of my life, so to think these people do it voluntarily everynight- freaks. All of them.

So I gave them pyjamas :D that was a lot of fun ! Also I like when characters have a more diverse builds and sizes, so I killed two birds w one stone and drew what the gang looks like in my heart <3 and of course I made a quick little line up !

A lot of yapping about the pj choices and process below vvv

Gale : fancy depressed wizard gets a fancy bathrobe type get up ! I don't think this man was getting dressed a lot in that sad year post his breakup, so why not invest in a comfy cool pj he can slip on in the morning feeling like it kinda counts as dressing up ! And I get that they didn't exactly pack before getting kidnapped by aliens, but Gale is a wizard I'm sure he can just reach into a pocket dimension where he stores some of his belongings (ala my tes mage !) or something

Astarion : I don't think astarion owns many clothes. He isn't wealthy, and well.... Let's not talk about Cazador in the fun pyjama party post- so his ruffled shirt untucked from a pair of looser cotton or silk pants it is ! Also I learned that elves are typically shorter on average in dnd and that's great, that's perfect, that's so funny, I can just picture him insisting this is true (which it is).... And then enters Halsin fjdjdk anyway

Halsin : I just know in my heart that man sleep in his bear form. It's when he's most comfortable, and he doesn't need to talk to other people when sleeping so why not. Also comfy bed mate :) ! Other option is completely nude (yes I forgot to include him in the lineup, sue me but I'm too tired to re open photoshop rn-)

Shadowheart : this is my art, and if I want the resident goth girly to be in a cute little nightgown I can >:( she gets lace and everything let me be a lesbian !!! Also she small and sturdy

Wyll : a slight variation of his canon camp clothes :) made his top less skintight, and once again changed the texture from leather to something less terrible to sleep in seriously why are all these people committed to this lifestyle-

Lae'zel : no pjs, a githyanki must be ready for battle 24/7 only the weak wear comfy clothes and don't commit to sleeping in leather pants and leather underwear. She's a freak and I love her dearly

Karlach : she deserves the best pyjamas of them all : topless in underwear. Nothing comfier than that and it's not like she'll get cold :) also she wears it very well what can I say fjdjdkd

I started working on the lineart like a month ago alongside a commission that I really didn't like working on- so anytime I got work done for the commission (btw not from someone online so it's none of you tumblrinas), I would reward myself with adding more shit to the bg3 drawing djdjdkk which resulted in a lot of details and clutter, that I didn't want to start coloring because that would be a nightmare to figure out and very long to do, so I would continue adding shit instead of starting colors- and the circle kept turning. Also 10 hands..... So this took a while to get right fjdjdk

But on the bright side, it's the most detailed illustrations I've done yet and I'm really proud of it (especially all the little story elements I could include <3)

[angelsndragons]

how's it going, veilguard peeps? one of my favorite headcanons and theories is

the caretaker = felassan

and i'm gonna run down the (admittedly thin, heavy conjecture/inference) evidence we have supporting the theory.

spoilers ahead but first!

AnD, i hear you say, didn't Solas kill Felassan in The Masked Empire? Isn't that one of his great regrets?

fear not, fellow fans.

1. solas killed felassan In The Fade. that's kind of an important caveat. da2 established that mages killed in the fade become tranquil, they aren't outright killed. put a pin in this, we'll come back to it.

2. spirits, particularly ancient spirits, can fracture into different fragments upon death, some with their own personalities, experiences, and beliefs. we have falon'din and dirthamen, the two mythal fragments, solas' wisdom friend in dai, etc.

the point is that the ancient elves don't die easily and while felassan is probably not among the first generation of elves, he is still an ancient elf. we don't know if he was a spirit who gained a body or one of the first elves fully born in and of thedas. we do know that distinction matters very little, given that ghilan'nain was definitely of the later generation and yet she rose to become a god.

Okay, sure, AnD, but what does that have to do with Felassan and the Caretaker?

timeline:

felassan's notes are all over the crossroads and the lighthouse. not once does he mention the caretaker. even in the post-veil notes, the caretaker is not mentioned. the first time we Know that the caretaker has moved in to the crossroads and the lighthouse is from solas (we know it's from solas because of the paint):

This note has a smear of paint on one corner: Have they always been here? There are beings in the Crossroads unknown even to the wise, though the most ancient ones make any domain their own. Certainly, this Caretaker belongs here now. I wonder what we look like to them. Need is a scaffold, and the needs of the living ever rise and fall upon it. Hunger, thirst, sleep... imagine the constant cacophony to one sensitive to such things. Or am I too simple? Wants are fleeting; needs have deeper roots. Perhaps that's why I find this particular spirit's presence both comforting and disconcerting. The prospect that our heart's desire and our truest need could differ—or are even at odds—is hard to contemplate.

so sometime after he woke up in 9:39-9:40 dragon, solas made his way back to the lighthouse. he wonders whether the caretaker has always been in the lighthouse or if they are a more recent addition. whichever is the truth, solas immediately clocks them as ancient, comforting, and disconcerting.

now, as for when solas first encounters the caretaker, i'm going out on a limb to say that this encounter occurred after trespasser. we know solas carved his regrets out of himself via the paintings and statues to ensure he wasn't accidentally grabbed by his regret prison while moving the remaining gods. the office note states that he figured out his "perfect reparation" by studying the inquisitor's arm.

this is important because solas kills felassan in 9:40, leaving a gap of time where a fragment could reform and regain enough power to manifest once again.

so we've established a theoretical timeline in which felassan could have fragmented into the caretaker. now let's take a look at some links.

You are safe here, both those of flesh and those of Fade. Any who wish to help are welcome. The magic of the Lighthouse will provide for your needs, see to your comfort, and even help you understand different tongues, for those who escaped here from distant parts of the empire. Should you have any other needs, ask for the Slow Arrow, and I will help.

so i just want to highlight something here. felassan tasked himself with caring for the slaves and potential new rebels. he is explicitly linked over and over again with seeing to other people's well-being, with explicit concern for the innocent. it is his number 1 character trait outside of being solas' second. this man cares. he also specifically cares for solas, many of his codex entries include asides about solas' state of mind or words of comfort to his friend.

the caretaker tells rook that they "go where [they are] needed." felassan's notes on the vi'revas say "thus, we can travel wherever this rebellion needs us, with no fear of pursuit."

one of the caretaker's travel comments is "as needed," in response to rook's question if they're one spirit doing everything or multiple. aka the caretaker we know could be a fragment.

their first acts are to help rook navigate the crossroads, where felassan's notes are scattered all over the place. where elven spirits and fade spirits alike have come to take refuge from the gods, much like the ancient entry above. only this time, there is no solas and apparently no felassan. just a caretaker and a bunch of guardians. guardians which, according to bellara, are powered by spirits set to guard something. so like, fractured echoes or remnants of the original rebellion, is what i'm getting at. much like how the lighthouse is fractured, the veil broke the world and the fade, etc.

the caretaker holds dominion over the crossroads. they also say at the beginning that they do not have the power to help rook more due to the state of the crossroads. the spreading blight and weaponization of the wolf's regrets are leeching power from the place and the caretaker. the rune rook receives at the end of the game is called the salvation of felassan and its power is dictated by how much of the crossroads quest line the player completed.

however i would argue the strongest evidence that felassan fractured into the caretaker is thus: remember way back in the beginning of this monstrosity i said that felassan was murdered in the fade? remember how da2 establishes that mages killed in the fade become tranquil via feynriel? and remember how it's dwarves, innately tranquil because they are cut off from the titans, and tranquil mages who enchant objects in the previous titles?

remind me who's doing the enchanting in this game again?

that's a rhetorical question.

it's the caretaker.

yeah, just think about it for a second.

a spirit has been sundered from the fade enough that they can enchant items and even abilities.

felassan was an ancient elf murdered in the fade.

yeah.

i love this game.

[doberbutts]

is it just me or is like the whole stuff of cishet men dni and (cis perisex) women only spaces conflating vulnerability with safety? like, with a cis man and a cis woman who otherwise have quote unquote equal positions in society otherwise, there's the risk (or put it danger) from him being able to use his male privilege against her. but if it were a trans man or another cis woman instead that doesn't make them safe and unable to weaponize misogyny or commit interpersonal violence against her, they are just vulnerable to her ability to fight back so to speak in ways that the cis man isn't. but it feels like (general) we talk about these things like they're the same.

I firmly believe that every single transgender person is a marginalized gender due to their transgender status- this is something that I have seen discussed within black transfeminism regularly (see also: MaGe) and yet we get onto tumblr and suddenly all of that disappears under "by effect of being a man you inherently have male privilege and your very existence oppresses all women" rather than realize that transgender people as a whole operate within a structure of marginalization themselves.

As I have said repeatedly- it's not that I don't think trans men are capable of having male privilege (we are) or that I don't think trans men can contribute to and even utilize misogyny to our benefit (we can) - it's that the power and effect of this can depend wildly from trans man to trans man, and what one trans man is capable of might be well out of reach for another.

I have a good friend who is, on paper, demographically very similar to me. She is a cis lesbian, black/white/native, occupying the same tax bracket and occupation, disabled and neurodiverse. We've had extensive discussions about black and gender and gay politics, even when we don't agree we can usually see where each other is coming from.

I have absolutely no problem stating that in certain situations, I do absolutely have privilege over her despite my status as trans and hers as cis. I'm fairly cis-passing at this point. We go out to eat together whenever we can- it is demonstratably significantly more likely that she will be hit on and harassed by a cishet man looking to shoot his shot with a pretty girl than I am. It is significantly more likely that any and all pushback she gives this hypothetical man will be, at best, ignored, and at worst, met with physical or sexual violence. It is also significantly more likely that my very presence at the table will prevent him from doing so, as my approximate physical positioning to her acts as a claim to would-be creeps, and any pushback I give in this scenario is more likely to be met with him backing off.

It's also true that should this would-be creep clock me, register either of our gay signaling, or be racist on top of sexist, this situation might also go sideways for the both of us at any given point. It's entirely possible that this guy will spike her drink when I get up to use the bathroom, or that he'll follow us out to the parking lot and stab one of us, or cause a scene to get us both kicked out. We are both black and gay, after all. Intersectionality is key, here.

Three years ago, I had not yet started testosterone. I only passed maybe 50% of the time, and usually assumed to be a teenager despite being just touching 30. Three years ago, this hypothetical situation would have played out much differently.

Twelve years ago, it did. I was in college and had gone to a local McDonalds with one of my friends, another student there, for lunch. A man old enough to be our grandfather began to hit on us, ignoring our pushback and attempts to move away from and ignore him. I was binding at the time, with my hair cut short, going by he/him exclusively with my friends and out within my college sphere. And yet, what made this guy back off was my (white) cishet friend who prickled at him and began to make a scene until he heard that we were college students, at which point he disengaged entirely. Yup- he was looking for high schoolers to creep on, and we both made various noises of disgust once we realized his actual target.

Being a trans man had very little if any effect on this situation- my presence at the table was no help, my refusal to play ball was no help telling him to go away and that we were not interested was no help. The only thing that helped was killing his pedophile boner once he knew we were adults. I shudder to think what would have happened had we actually been kids.

Back to my cis lesbian friend and the present day- the portion of the sport and dog fancy we both occupy is very cis woman dominated. She can and often does flex what power she has in order to help others get their start- we joke often that she's collecting a posse of trans men as she's somehow managed to sell to majority trans men with her most recent litter. She has no problem wading into a situation where a trans man is being ejected from a queer group and arguing for his right to stay. Early on in my transition, she would loudly correct pretty much anyone misgendering me until that person fixed their shit- and would hover making faces behind me if I was present at a show and they were being a shit about it.

She also sometimes goes on woman-only retreats. And, to be clear, it is her opinion that a trans woman by definition of being a woman should be invited to these retreats. She does not want men at these woman-only retreats, and that does include trans men. And, you know what? I don't really blame her- she wants a space where her womanhood is centered and not have to deal with Men And Their Feelings. Fair- men can be exhausting to deal with especially for lesbians. But she also agrees that maybe pushing a freshly-out trans man out of the group is perhaps a bit cruel if he has been there for years. Most likely, he will go on his own once he gets his feet under him. There's no need to shove him out the door prematurely.

And I think that's really the crux of it.

[izzabela]

Could you write headcanons for the Lin Kuei trio (Cyrax & Sektor too if possible) with an Autistic reader helping them deal with a sensory overload? Thank you! ^_^

Too Much - Lin Kuei x GN!autistic!reader (headcanons)

in which you experience a sensory overload

a/n: i'm back

ship[s]: tomas vrbada, kuai liang, bi han, cyrax, sektor x GN!autistic!reader (separate)

warning(s): sensory overload (i did my best on research guys), pre-lin kuei split

Sensory overload: "...occurs when one or more of the body's senses is overstimulated to a point where a person is unable to cope."

While it can be used for PTSD and OCD, for the purposes of this fic, it will be related to autism and people on the spectrum

Tomas Vrbada - Ear-clapping

- ear-clapping is one of the more serious mechanisms that could happen with a sensory overload, which involves the person with autism to aggressively clap their ears. in the most severe cases, screaming and crying can occur

- Tomas learned this was caused by very loud sounds

- to help you, he learned that immediately moving you to a quieter area works wonders

- if there were no available quiet spaces, he did his best to hold you very tightly (and i mean very tightly) and cover your ears for you himself

- sometimes, during the severe attacks, you scratched his arm because they were in the way, but he powered through because you would not only calm down, but according to him- "tis but a scratch!"

Kuai Liang - Foot-tapping

- Kuai Liang used to think you foot-tapped when you were annoyed

- it always happened during the meetings where they were held in the old meeting hall, where the flames always seemed to flicker a bit too much

- or it happened when you heard the ancient clock in your shared room tick-tick-tick too much (he had it removed after weeks of back-and-forth between one of the elders)

- Kuai helps you out during these moments by just sitting next to you. he'll even talk to you (only when you say so)

- he learns that holding your hand is the best way to help you overcome the overload

Bi Han - Sensory-seeking Behavior

- Bi Han though you were really odd when he first saw you intensely smelling the unlit candle in your shared room, he realized though it was much more

- Bi Han definitely has "asian dad vibes" because his response to that was buying the entire stock of the candle you liked in case you were going somewhere and had an overload without him

- if you couldn't get your hands on the candle scent, Bi Han juggled ice balls (no you will not correct me on my headcanon that Bi Han juggles). he even mastered how to do multiple ice balls at once

- he learned this was caused by the intense smell of the incense that's burned in the training room. a combination of smelling salts plus some weird potion the elder mages imbued with the salts

- he prohibited the use of it immediately, but you occasionally smell it due to the centuries of use

- still, when you do smell it, he'll help you anyway he can

Sektor - Distraction Behavior

- Sektor thought it was weird that you fiddled with the stylistic wires that stuck out on the back of her helmet, but after learning it was to cope with sensory overload, she was more than happy to help

- sektor made you a personal "sensory toy," a stick with the exact wires that stuck out on one end. you use it often, but when it isn't on you, Sektor has other ideas

- she brought you this toad sculpture made of wood, with ridges sculpted in them for you to touch (you find it rather soothing)

- if it those things aren't present, Sektor doesn't mind that you fiddle with her hand: tracing pictures with your finger, playing with her fingers, etc

Cyrax - Sensory Avoidance Behavior

- after Cyrax watched you shut your eyes as tight as possible while rocking in place after dropping a huge aluminum tube, she felt really really bad

- caused by loud sounds, she learned your overload coping behavior was to not feel, see, or hear everyday sounds

- she made you a helmet that's blacked inside and out, and has incredible noise cancelling abilities

- she also made you earplugs, a combination of technology and soft materials so that you wouldn't be uncomfortable. she paired it with a simple blindfold made with the "blackest fabric dye in the world" (with what funds?)

- while there were days you wanted Cyrax to hold you, other overloads weren't as kind. sometimes you didn't want her with you, and thank the elder gods she didn't take it personal. she still felt bad leaving you alone, so she always left a pillow that was heavily doused in her natural smell

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okay two of my mass-posts

i really did my best with research on this guys, but if i wrote anything wrong or anything else, please let me know! constructive feedback is accepted, but as soon as i see insults or berating, those will be deleted and your blog will be blocked

see yall in the next fic

[rookinthecrownest]

Pictured here, one Master Dellamorte who has learned precisely nothing about seducing hot Tevinter mages.

Also pictured here, said Tevinter mage about to be swindled in the Treviso marketplace.

Some info about Pompeiia:

She comes from a very old Tevinter family, who are virtually all involved with the Venatori. They saw her as nothing more than a pretty face, a socialite, and a thing to be sold off to the highest bidder with the best pedigree. Pompeiia started spying on her family for the shadow dragons when they were about to marry her off to a magister, in exchange for digging up dirt on him and publicly disgracing him. She continued to spy for the shadow dragons until the events of the game. Eventually she was found out and disowned by her family. She decides to start over in Antiva (post game), but finds starting over in a new country where you dont know anyone and only sort of speak the language, and without access your family’s wealth is a bit harder than she thought.

In comes a certain Illario, who although forgiven and allowed to remain in Treviso, is under the watchful eyes of the Crows and sees an opportunity.

Something something two people who are used to charming the pants off everyone they meet and becoming social chameleons are forced to abandon that when they clock each other’s motives almost instantly. Immovable object v Unstoppable force.

Im disgustingly obsessed with them. This is what happens when @juneiper-art and @teawithshakespeare enable me 😩

[ogrepoppenangleaksofficial]

Do you guys like fan theory and speculation?

Because I'm wondering if you guys have been deliberately playing into the old connections between WoD and Exalted, and it keeps showing up. Big D specifically has a lot of Solar themes. A bit mad, and specifically mad in being passionate, bombastic, and larger than life. Grand in his ties. Ruled by the virtues of Compassion, Valor, and Conviction. Doesn't make him a Solar, even Big D is too low key for that, but notable given the ties between Solars and Hunters in the old lore. (Also a very, very fun crack theory to play with) All of the hunters, in fact, have a notable visual motif where — In their moment of need — things go their way and they just so happen to be framed by gold light like a very low key aura. Notable since a Solar's power is meant to come to them in their hour of greatest need and a blazing aura of sunlight. It's most frequent with Big D, but Kitten gets it upon finding the stilts, Remold when he takes his shot in Fatigue's name, and Marcus gets it when finding the eye, and Fatigue is outright haloed when coming to Spit's aid. Kitten's character sheet also pulls up a very Exalted sounding note with how "Will this [family bond] be our strength or our ultimate undoing?" pulls up one of Exalted's biggest themes. Boy's story... Do I even have to say anything? Probably, but I might run out of space if I went into detail. Picture Perfect Solar exaltation, on the nose Sidereal mentor, Not sure if Dragonblooded, 40k space marine reference, or both. Muddled maybe Infernal/ Maybe Abyssal exaltation. And I'll leave it at that. The mages of Norfolk Wizard Game are all dressed in thematically appropriate Sidereal colors. Blue, Green, Yellow, Red, and Purple. Too many to list, but the ones who get in fights wear red, (even just a red tie for a man in black) the ones who play into secrets wear green, the one who ushers in the ending via the transition to Awakening wears purple, blue serenity doesn't on the face of it match Samsons deal aside from dealing with Matter and what things are... (but does fit the Technocratic therapist) and the teleporting conspiracy theorist with the RV wears the yellow of Journeys. On which themes, Big D specifically invokes the morning star, Venus, to bring serenity to a vampire as she chooses to meet the sun's light. On the NWG clock I'm definitely off the deep end. Creation wasn't meant to be Pangaea... but if you flipped it upside down and Atlantised the Blessed Isle... I'm still probably reaching. (OTOH, deleting the heart of the Realm and the main empire of the Dragonblooded before whatever apocalypse came about would explain why the Kindred of the East aren't a thing in this take on WoD given the ties between the two splats) It feels like there's more I could dig for given how recently I came across the series, but that will do for now. So, yeah. It looks like there are a lot of Exalted nods and references in Hunter the Parenting, so to put this naked excuse for fan speculation in hopes of delighting the work's creators in the form of a question: What's up with that?

[heroesrest64]

Haunting Heroes

Other parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Chapter 6: Murder at Work

Chapter summary: You go to work and consider the implications of your attic filled with swords

You can read the chapter here on ao3

Chapter below the cut :)

You don’t have time to really unpack anything. Neither the boxes nor your own suspicions. So you make a quick dinner, play one episode of the show Ghosts for shits and giggles, then proceed to pass the fuck out on your couch.

Your alarm goes off before the sun even rises, and you slump off your couch and more or less crawl to the bathroom to start your morning routine.

The office building you work in is modern, in a sense. The cubicles are just like the ones you see in shows and movies, with minor discrepancies here and there. Your own cubicle has decorations up even though it’s been two weeks since the last holiday, but you decided the look was seasonal enough to be excused.

You slump into your rolling chair and begin your day, lamenting the fact that you left your coffee in the car.

“Hey work bestie~” a voice sings, and you glance at the clock. Twenty minutes late; that might be a new record.

“Hello Carrie. You’re early.” You muse, spinning your chair to face the blonde woman standing at the edge of your cubicle.

“I know, right? Boss might faint when he sees me,” Carrie laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. You can’t help but grin yourself, pushing your seat back to properly greet the woman before something in the corner of your eye makes a chill crawl down your spine.

There’s a flock of crows sitting just outside your work building, almost all of them gathered atop your car.

Among them, you spot none other than Jimmy, bigger and prouder than the rest. You thought you left Twilight’s anchor in your office, so this must be the crows own doing.

“What are you looking at- oh.” Carrie stops dead when she sees the same thing you do. She laughs a little, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Looks like you have a bit of a fan club. I knew you were feeding the birds around here, but I didn’t think they’d start crowding your car.” Carrie giggles, reaching out to ruffle your hair a little bit.

“I’ll let you get back to work now. We should get lunch today, though! My treat!” Carrie calls over her shoulder as she retreats to her own cubicle.

You sigh, casting Jimmy one last cursory glance before settling back into your seat, ready to get on with your day.

~~

You spend your breaks researching. History classes from back in school told you all of the basics, but it doesn’t hurt to get a refresher.

The creation of Hyrule, brought about by the Hero of the Skies. An era of peace interrupted by a wind mage that was brought down by the Hero of the Four Sword, another era of peace before some guy named Ganon got ratted out by a kid from the Kokiri forest, then imprisoned in the Twilight Realm, where he eventually escaped to enact his original plots. After being sealed yet again, the man escaped his seals and played a huge part in the War of Eras, which brought about knowledge of alternate timelines and created rifts between said timelines which everyone decided to just… not mess with. Then, the group of Heroes started showing up. Old diaries from those times claimed a group of nine heroes would pop in and out of different pockets of time, looking for some sort of black blooded monster. They chased that thing through countless places and times, to the point it was impossible to really keep track of their adventure.

But everybody knows that the end of their journey is questionable. Nobody knows if they ever vanquished the creature that they were chasing. Nobody knows if they ever returned to their correct times or realities.

The last time they were apparently seen was… about a hundred years ago, though with all of the reality and time hopping, it’s hard to say if that was truly the end of their journey.

“Do you believe the stories about the old heroes?” You ask Carrie, looking up from your phone at the girl who’s halfway through a mouthful of her burger.

“Erm.. Why not? I mean, magic and monsters aren’t as common as they used to be, but they’re still around. That means someone had to take care of all the bad stuff in the past. Why not some macho blondes with arsenals of weapons and magic at the tips of their fingers?” Carrie shrugs, wiping her hands with a napkin before throwing it back into her plate.

“ ‘Macho Blondes’, eh? So you’re one of those people.” You smirk, leaning forward to throw your coworker a smug look.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of the Twink Link truthers!” Carrie accuses, pointing her finger in your face. You back up, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Not all of them… just most of them.” You smile genially, and Carrie squints at you.

“The Hero of Time.” She hisses between gritted teeth. You feel a bead of sweat beginning to form on your brow. Friendships have been ruined over this very topic.

“I think… he was a twink in his youth, but a DILF towards the end.” You speak your truth, and Carrie stares you down for three more stressful seconds before leaning back in her seat and nodding.

“A wise decision.” Carrie hums, then goes back to eating her burger. You glance at your phone, thinking back to all of the research you’ve done today. When you get home, you need to get some answers.

~~

You go home and sequester yourself away into your attic.

It’s quiet up there. A little humid, but not terrible. Bearable.

You sort through the boxes upon boxes of gear, comparing them to their historical counterparts and slowly putting together the armor sets of each of the heroes you heard about while growing up.

You stare at the piles of gear, knees pulled up to your chest and chin resting on your knees. You click your phone on, eyes blankly observing your Home Screen.

“Do I actually need to ask at this rate? The truth is clear as day…” You mumble, opening your phone to find the Hero of Time’s wiki pulled up.

“The thing I’m having trouble with… is why they’re here of all places.” You groan, continuing to scroll through your phone until it suddenly shuts off. That’s weird, it had enough charge before. You sigh, pocketing the device before deciding to rejoin the world of the living. Or, well, the world of the dead from your roommates perspective.

You can’t help but laugh at your own little joke, scooting over to the hatch leading down to your room. It lets out an awful creaking noise while you climb down that you elect to ignore, though maybe you shouldn’t have since a loud snap sounds out, and you barely have time to gasp before your back makes contact with solid ground.

“Oww…” You groan, sitting up and blindly rubbing your back before opening your eyes to make sure that nobody saw you completely embarrass yourself.

You don’t find anybody. Nor do you find your own room.

All you find when you look around is an empty forest.

[deluxe-rabbitsu]

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Stumbling upon the hall of mirrors on a late night after a failed attempt at being a functional member in society...I present to you:

✨ The tired prefect with an unhealthy obsession with time ✨

Like any other Yuu's. She's in quite a predicament...there's no way to go back to where she calls home (does she really want to anyway?) and now it's up to her to become flexible in a world full of magic and a school full of guys riddled with trauma.

Each ticking of the clock is like a blade of grass growing under her, really to swallow her whole if she doesn't find a way to forget about what's happening around her...

Nobody would understand how it feels to be an outcast in a completely new society full of mages, so her voice is not really that important...not even to her 'boss'

Soft voice, big feelings...a combination ready to explode if managed in a bad way. Often being told to speak up as she mumbles to herself...she doesn't mean to, that's just how she is!

What is fate to a person who doesn't have anything to look at in any world she travels to? A curse? A punishment? Nobody knows...but it's not pleasant.

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[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences Roundup 2024

Thanks for the tags on your writing round ups @run-for-chamo-miles, @drowninginships, and @emeryhall! I just got back from a weeklong trip and instead of doing laundry, I'm joining in on the roundup fun.

FIC I moved from lurker to active fandom participant this year with a bang. I posted my first fic ever for EGF and have basically been writing or posting non-stop since then. I wrote/co-wrote 5 fics this year and clocked in at 101, 725 words.

Kill Em With Kindness - rated T, 6.5k, Watford-Era, getting together fic

When no one seems to care that Baz is sad, Simon steps in to help. The only reasonable explanation for all Simon's kindness is that he's trying to kill Baz, right? (My most popular fic as measured by kudos.)

Knock Your Socks Off - rated T, 4k, Watford-Era, 7th year fic

Baz steals Simon's socks. Simon blames the sock monster. Chaos ensues.

The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch - rated M, 42k, Addie LaRue AU, a truly epic romance

Told in two alternating timelines that span from 1700s Hampshire all the way to early 2000's Washington, DC, this fic follows Baz as he spends centuries searching for the love of all his lives. (This was the fic that convinced me I could write long and holds a very special place in my heart. Is it angsty? Yes. Is it some of the most beautiful prose I've ever written? Also yes.)

The Boy Next Door - rated M, 47k, and they were neighbors AU, a coming of age romance

When Simon moves in with his gran, he decides to befriend the mysterious boy next door. He changes both their lives in the process. (My most popular fic by literally every other measure.)

The Reason for The Season - rated T, 1.6k, text fic, co-written with @thewholelemon

Dev and Niall make a list. Holiday hijinks abound. (A bday gift for @mooncello)

ART I do not currently have a great way to track my dolls and searched my Instagram to do the math, only to realize I hadn't posted every doll I made either! (If anyone has a good art tracking system, I'm open to ideas.) If my count is correct, I clocked in at a grand total of 35 dolls this year, including:

10 Simons

15 Bazzes

2 Pennys

2 Nialls

2 Devs

1 Mage

1 Fiona

1 Agatha

1 Shep

The picture below shows my earliest dolls, where I was still experimenting with style and form. As you can see, many of them are quite flat. (Fun fact: All of these dolls--including their clothing--were made before I owned a sewing machine.)

Going 3D was actually an accident, but we have the Watford Baz and Simon below to thank for it! After committing to 3D dolls, I kept evolving my pattern---improving joints, proportions, and adding details like ears!---until we reached my most current iterations.

Now every doll has their own special pattern that takes into account their canon proportions, where available. Notice Baz is tall and slender where Simon is extra fluffy!

I did not include any of the dolls I created for COC 2024 since I assume everyone has seen them already, but I linked the master post in case you missed a day.

Finally, in addition to dolls, I also created 2 plushies (a merwolf and a bunbaz) plus 12 finger puppets this year.

It's hard to quantify dolls like fics, especially since almost every doll before COC did not have a dedicated tumblr post. However, here are some fun art stats:

Most Popular Art Post: The Watford Map

Most Popular Doll: FIONA!

Second Most Popular Doll: Felt Smut (Look @emeryhall! Dragonboy Simon is indeed the sexiest given that this is my duplicate of your doll!)

I also had three art collaborations this year:

Baz and The Prophecy - Doll and Tapestry, a COTTA collaboration with @iamamythologicalcreature

Ballet Baz and Disco Simon - a CORB collaboration with @melodysmash (Read the fic she wrote--Body Language. It is as adorable as these dolls!)

Watford Advent Map - a tapestry made for COC 2024 with help from @rimeswithpurple

While it has definitely been a fabulously productive year, I think my greatest achievement has been all the new friendships I've fostered because of fandom. Y'all bring me so much joy, and I am so happy I found this little corner of the internet.

I am currently drained of all creative energy (I can't imagine why!), so you may not hear from me for a while. However, I promise I am still around---likely catching up on all the fic and art I've missed while being a literal word and doll factory. With all that said, if you have an idea and wanna collab in the new year, I'm all ears and tons of fun!

Hellos and high-fives for the last time in 2024! @alexalexinii, @argumentativeantitheticalg, @aristocratic-otter, @arthurkko, @artsyunderstudy

@best--dress, @blackberrysummerblog, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @bookish-bogwitch, @confused-bi-queer

@cutestkilla, @emeryhall, @facewithoutheart, @harrie-leithillustration, @hushed-chorus

@ic3que3n, @ileadacharmedlife, @katatsumuli, @larkral, @letraspal

@martsonmars, @messofthejess, @mooncello, @noblecorgi, @orange-peony

@raenestee, @rbkzz, @roomwithanopenfire, @shrekgogurt, @skeedelvee

@stitchyqueer, @supercutedinosaurs, @talentpiper11, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @theimpossibledemon

@valeffelees, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟.

✦ info: kaeya returns home wearing his master thief costume. (takes place after the events of 'secret summer paradise' in version 3.8)

✦ warnings: not proofread.

✦ notes: where can i get myself a kaeya pls why isn't he here with me

the clock strikes nine just as the knob to your front door turns, the little bird in the wooden device chirping out the counts at precise intervals. the creaks of the door are not loud, yet they still have you jolting awake from your impromptu after-shower nap. 

“sorry, did we wake you?” a very familiar voice whispers into the dark from near the hallway. kaeya’s back! you realize, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

you shake your head, closing the book that lays open on your lap. “no, no. i just dozed off.” you laugh it off, smiling at your boyfriend and at klee, who’s dozing off comfortably in kaeya’s arms. she stirs when he moves a little too abruptly. 

“hey, it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” he coos softly, patting her head. he sets her down on the couch, gently laying her head on a cushion.

“we had a little too much fun in sumeru,” he tells you after he’s made sure she’s sound asleep, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. “she’s all tired out. albedo’ll be here to take her home soon.”

“i can tell. i love her mage costume.” you squint at his indigo and peacock feather get up. “and you’re supposed to be a…?”

he huffs playfully, pouting. “you can’t tell? i’m a master thief, clearly.”

“the style suits you.” you tap at his lips and his mouth spreads into a grin underneath your fingers, lighting up his entire face. “though, you’re not you without the boob-window. or that fluffy monstrosity you call a cape. it’s characteristic, but unnecessary. ”

he gasps in mock offense. “how could you slander my cape that way? you call it an unnecessary fluffy monstrosity, yet you still steal it when you’re cold, do you not?”

you exhale forcefully through your nose despite your best efforts to keep a straight face. “touché. drama queen.” 

“besides, i was born for this role, you know,” he says, mischief glinting in his periwinkle eye. “after all, did i not manage to steal your heart?” 

you roll your eyes, undoing the peacock feather tie and tugging at the braid he has his hair in to free it. he gives you a fond look, shaking his head to assist once you’ve loosened it enough. azure cascades down his shoulders, a slight wave throughout. “so, master thief kaeya, wearer of feathers, stealer of hearts.” your expression mirrors the still-present grin on his face as you loop your arms around his neck, his hair a silky waterfall on your fingers. “what caper are you chasing next?” 

“since i already have the most precious of hearts in my hands, i believe i need to steal a few kisses to complete my collection, yes?” 

“but good sir, are you sure you’d be satisfied with just a few?”

“oh, haven’t you heard, darling?” you feel his mouth curl into a slow smile against your neck, his voice a caress against your skin.

 “i’m insatiable.”

taglist: @number-one-love-lover

new taglist form (old one had issues): here.

[demonic0angel]

Hey hey, this. Something else popped in my brain.

Obviously up to you whether you feel like prompt fill or not but vaguely imagined:

After the incident (and deserved walloping of the party responsible for the incident), the two go on with their night expecting nothing more.

And then Jazz "wakes up" in dream of a home now far removed. A night from time now long past.

At first she's pondering who she should punch first, the mage who had cast the spell that made this day so much worse, or Nocturne for not noticing interference in a realm under his domain.

Until she notices she's not the only one "awake" in this dream.

- - - - -

P.S. The headcanons sound fun and I swear I have the stuff on AO3 marked on my list. Evidently I am just bad at actually following the marked for later list and not flitting between things.

P.P.S. I couldn't truly decide whether or not to say Jazz was the primary one having the dream or Jason was.

In either case, something in my mind just seemed to grip the idea of whatever this is tempting him with him spoilers about Jazz and him trying to say "NOPE" and block it out while Jazz is planning a nice picnic outing for beating up whatever party is responsible for allowing this.

P.P.P.S. Additional angst would possibly be Jason being in Danny's position of whatever occurred in the dream. The mind making up horrors of the experience could have been like.

Does that makes sense? I don't know. Probably not.

I'm just poking them with a stick in my mind and seeing if something happens.

Part 1

When Jazz snapped out of bed, she knew that she was not where she was supposed to be. She looked at the time, where the clock hands were bent oddly and stuck in place, permanently pressed to 3:13.

The time when she discovered Danny's disappearance.

Without hesitation, Jazz leapt out of bed and raced to the basement without thinking, swinging the door open.

She could already imagine it. Her parents looming over the body, metal glinting in the light, dripping with blood and ectoplasm.

Danny's pale, bloodless face as tears streamed down his eyes, unable to scream and unable to fight back. Pained and hurt and so lost as he cried silent tears from the agony of being cut alive, but unable to raise a hand against their own parents, unlike her...

She opened the door and—

Danny wasn't laying on the table, strapped down and tortured.

No, he was standing over the bodies of their parents. One hand was used to steady himself on a table, the other was holding his guts to his open wound as he wheezed. Blood splattered everywhere, but he looked to be slowly healing himself.

Jazz gaped.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

When Danny looked up, a strange look overcame his face. It wasn't an expression that her little brother would've made. "Jazz?" He called and she froze again.

"... Jason?" She replied.

"It's me." Jason huffed a laugh as he looked around. "This must be an aftereffect of the curse. So this is what happened that night, huh? No wonder you snapped."

Jazz frowned and looked away. However, that led to her gaze going downward to her parents and she said, "You killed them, huh?"

"No, just incapacitated. I knocked them out," Jason replied.

Jazz swallowed.

Maybe if she hadn't panicked. Maybe if she hadn't been scared. Maybe if she had thought more clearly, planned a little better, was a little smarter, maybe she wouldn't have had to kill them.

Maybe she and Danny wouldn't have been orphans because of her.

"Oh."

Jason hobbled over to her and silently leaned against her. They both wobbled and Jazz steadied him, holding him close, one hand covering his and helping him hold his intestines in. The blood and ectoplasm dripped over her hands, hot and sticky.

She was silent as she held Jason close, though it being her brother's body made it both familiar and weird.

"We'll wake up soon," Jason said comfortingly.

Jazz closed her eyes.

Yes. They would both wake up from this dream soon.

This was only a past memory, because the nightmare had long since been over.

They were both safe now.

[luzial]

Latest Fanfics

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people!

I am so behind on tag games, sorry!! I got this one a few times so thanks to @megthemariner, @theriothag, @cursedhaglette, @elf-trash, @opal-apparition, @crackinglamb for tagging me!

Mirror Images (Solavellan/Roots prompt) (2,452): The ground was frigid and frozen hard beneath Solas' back, his thin bedroll providing an inadequate barrier against the cold. He never liked such weather, nor such places.

Roots (Solavellan) (144,907 WIP): “Coming up after the break, our final guest this evening is Ellana Lavellan, of the Theodosian Journal. If Ms. Lavellan’s name sounds familiar to you, you are certainly not alone. Her article revealing the true identity of the Final Inquisitor was published over three months ago -”

Sick Leave (Solavellan/Roots prompt) (2,627): Solas rolled onto his side, burying his face in Ellana's hip where she sat upright beside him on the bed. "I'm dying," he croaked out, his throat on fire with the effort.

Early Frost (Solas and a cat/Roots prompt) (3,550): The house had been beautiful when Solas toured it over the summer.

the best of you, honey, belongs to me (Solavellan) (3,759): Solas paces, clipped footsteps on tile floors, around the periphery of the ballroom. He intends to walk slowly, to make it less obvious that he is circling the room with a gravity that should cut a trench into the marble beneath his feet.

Overgrown (Solavellan) (93,918): The old-fashioned clock radio woke Ellana promptly at 5:45 in the morning, as it had done nearly every day for as long as she could remember.

in the cracks of light / i dreamed of you (Solavellan) (2,731): The Veil in the Streets of Coin is thin as gossamer. A powerful mage with greedy hands could tear it asunder if they drank too deeply from the Fade to fuel their work. For Solas, a single errant thought could accomplish the same.

Raindrops on eyelashes (Solavellan prompt) (787): The small group of Grey Wardens perched by the precipice parted when the Inquisitor stepped toward them. Perhaps it was out of respect, but she had learned that fear, pity, and distrust were all equally possible. Now, seeing what he had become, those who hunted monsters gave way for the woman who loved one.

Now we get into the old stuff, back to things I posted in 2020.

Come back with me (Teia x Viago prompt) (871): “Come back with me.” Teia’s voice lilted upward, but Viago knew it was more a command than a question.

Poor Planning (DAI Gen prompt) (357): “What possessed her to charge in like that?” Vivienne asked. “I thought we agreed the plan was to surround the camp and surprise the bandits after we were all in place.”

My attempt to tag 10 people is this: please please do this if you haven't!! I think everyone I typically tag has either tagged me or been tagged themselves, so I would love to see some new names. ❤️

[windmaedchen-oceanhorn]

argh, I still have so much in my head!

End Game Ideas

I am stuck on the craziness of endgame possibility. We have what, 7 or 9 sword bearers or something? So let's say we get them all and then it's time for the great showdown. Obviously Ygdris/Great Will has to return and an epic battle takes place before Merlin finally emerges victorious.

So, since Erin's been reborn at this current point in time... it's her job to actually get Ygdris out of his prison. The Adamant Syndicate (AS) is just the most recent of cults with that goal, but being entirely human they couldn't make much progress throughout the centuries. But just as much Merlin is the key for the light to succeed in the end... Erin is the key for the darkness to spread.

I want to utilize the Silencing Spell for that. Imagine it's significance. Mages rely purely on magic to fight and defend. If you are able to remove a mages ability to call upon magic, then thats a different caliber of breach. Silencing a mage is pretty much their death sentence. And it is no coincidence that this spell is not only forbidden, but also incredibly hard to master. What control over magic do you need to withhold it from someone else?!

We know Merlin uses it so some extend, but I have the feeling it's the players choice to abuse it. Merlin would not willingly use it as freely as players may do. Just as Hammie didn't want Merlin to use that gravecalling magic, she probably doesn't appreciate the Silencing spells either and tolerates them only in emergency battles.

And who uses it, too? Cyran. I am cheekily making him be able to learn it not only by studying Merlin's magic, but also through the book of Dark Magic given to him by Erin. It's the most difficult and dangerous in it. We have used Cyran in game a lot and he's silencing Merlin's here and there but... in canon: he will be able to do it only once. xD It's too important a spell.

So in the timeframe that Erin hunts down her master, when she realizes Cyran is able to silence others... the clock starts ticking.

Because here's what happened: The First Divine War was one big stalemate. In the end, Dura felt she had no choice. She sacrificed herself to become a giant magic circle, silencing Ygdris. She is laying all over Esperia and it is completely unknown to anyone what exactly she did. The Celestials consider Ygdris imprisoned back in the Underworld, where the Hypogeans were pushed back into after Ygdris was silenced. Ygdris actually remained in Esperia, however, scattered - unable to move or do anything. And this has been the case for two millennia now. That Ygdris can show himself to the AS in the dark, purple gooey form is due to their sacrifices usually and him being able to ever so slightly drip through grips of the Silencing spell. He is a powerful being, after all.

Cyran's ambition is vital for all this. He enables Erin to study the Silencing spell again and figure out how to break it. She just needs to be able to discern Dura's magic circle now, which is... immensely difficult due to it's size. You're not just looking for the needle in a haystack in order to break it, but you are also trying to see the forest for all the trees in it.

The hint comes from Dura herself to Erin. Remember how she gave her the necklace that hid her Hypogean aura? On the backside is written: When darkness swallowed this light - come home to me. Erin knew of the inscription forever, but also only was reminded of it because she saw the broken and useless necklace again in Cyran's possession (he kept it after Erin's rebirth, it's magically and historically too interesting to be cast away). And where is "home to me"? 

In the heavens, so to speak. Where the Celestials have their realm and base. The place where they erected Dura's grave/memorial. A place inaccessible normally to anyone. But not Erin. Even without the necklace, Erin can actually use the Divine Light (thanks to Dura's and Merlin's guidance (even if she's really worse than the newest of novices)). She covers herself in a thin layer of it, in order to enter the sacred realm of the Celestials.

That's such an epic visit. xD First Erin sets free the Hypogeans still imprisoned there (as well as possibly Gavus, Liberta and Lucilla for the sake of her brother). Of course the celestials are now alarmed and take up the pursuit. Erin breaches deep into the heart of this realm, to visit Dura's grave. She snatches Dura's crown and escapes. There is not a single Celestial now that's still in slumber. They know what's going to happen and panic. All of Esperia is now on high alert.

There are a few more days of grace period, because Erin is NOT Ygdris and has to recover a little. The AS just tries to divert attention as much as possible, but they secretly make their final moves to help Erin break the spell. And so, wearing Dura's crown, Erin ascends to the skies above Esperia, able to discern Dura's spell and then gives her life to break it. Ygdris can finally ooze out from wherever he is, and trust me, he is EVERYWHERE, and the world is plunged into darkness, and utilizing Erin's body and soul he manifests one more time, effectively eradicating her existence.

The sky is a dark red/purple hue and Esperia is in for a hard time.

After this, I suppose, things will settle just a little, so to allow Merlin and the Celestials to plan their approach. Overall, Ygdris is not around for long. Merlin will take him down, one way or another. But, not after a nice epic battle against Cyran. These two must fight. The first thing Cyran does is kill Chippy and Hammie. That's how he makes himself known to Merlin before stepping out of the darkness. Oh, the spite being spoken. Merlin trying to appease... but... no. I imagine that at first Merlin WILL loose. And for a very short moment, Cyran is victorious. Unfortunately for Cyran, Merlin is not just a human. Something Cyran never managed to believe. And so Merlin is able to return (not unlike after his meeting with the God of Death), reborn, like Erin. Reborn as that which he is (including all his memories). A manifestation of magic, or the will and soul of Esperia, a different kind of light compared to Dura's Divinity. And so Cyran dies. And upon his death, Merlin admits to Cyran that in all his time on Esperia, he has never encountered a human mage as strong and skilled as Cyran (and Esperia (Merlin) will forever remember his face).

(And then maybe we get the cheesy ending, please. Snake Cyran King and his Queen forever.)

OR, we just see the darkness disappear and both light and dark return to a new equilibrium, with Merlin maybe disintegrating until he/she/they are needed again in another cycle of this eternal fight between light and dark. The End. Bye.

*drops mic*

[toskarin]

Wait, how does the UBW anime spoil heaven's feel? I've seen it and since then played HF but I have no memory

spoilers below the break for UBW and HF

the anime makes it much more obvious that rin is disappearing to check on sakura at school, along with her directly referencing sakura being adopted when talking to shirou in a way that assumes the viewer knows sakura is rin's sister

rin telling shirou that the only other mage at school wasn't a threat was more than just her writing off shinji: it's a deliberate misdirection. rin didn't consider shinji to be a factor and was checking to see if sakura had placed the sigils

because the command spell was being proxied to shinji, it wouldn't have appeared on her body. because shinji didn't actually have aptitude for magecraft, she wouldn't have sensed it on him

this also ties into rin's whole thing of being a near-perfectionist who always blindspots a single detail by getting too comfortable with how competent she is[1]

[1]: first shown with the clock trick sabotaging her summoning, despite her having noticed and remarked on it happening. she identified the trap, but didn't consider a scenario where she could fall for it

[scaryanneee]

VEILPUNK 9:52 ⚡️

Narrative parallels between [and MAJOR SPOILERS for] Dragon Age: The Veilguard and Cyberpunk 2077

Wake up, Samurai, we have a Thedas to burn. Let’s play a game:

Meet [V]/[Rook]. She is living her life as a [nomad/streetkid/corpo]/[Dragon/Crow/Lord/Watcher/Warden] when circumstances (aka, some kind of fuck-up) lead her to begin a new adventure with her friend [Jackie Welles]/[Varric Tethras]. 

The pair embark on a mission that involves a history lesson about a mercurial and rebellious [rockerboy]/[ancient elven mage] who made a questionable choice [50]/[8000] years ago when he [detonated a nuclear bomb]/[created the Veil]. That decision had dire consequences, but was done with good intentions: to take down a corrupt and powerful group – the [Arasakas]/[Evanuris]. 

Anyway, the job that [V]/[Rook] is on goes really, really bad: needless to say, we won't be working with [Jackie]/[Varric] anymore. [V]/[Rook] finds herself injured but alive… and the previously mentioned grumpy old [rockerboy]/[elven god] is now living in her head, somehow?! 

[Jackie]/[Varric]’s fate is not the only consequence of [V]/[Rook]’s actions. In fact, the clock is ticking: if [V]/[Rook] does not find a way to fix her mistake soon, she faces certain death. Not to mention, she promised [Jackie]/[Varric] that she would take care of the [biochip]/[team] for him. 

As she works to undo what she has done, [V]/[Rook] either bonds with the [Johnny Silverhand]/[Solas] living in her head, or hates him, or something in between. There’s lots of snarky jabs traded between mind-resident and host, but also moments of genuine understanding that build over time. 

It is kind of weird walking around the world, though, because you see symbols of [Johnny]/[Solas]’s legacy in the form of [Samurai memorabilia]/[Fen’Harel statues] pretty much everywhere... anyway.

In an optional questline, [V]/[Rook] can watch some of [Johnny]/[Solas]’s memories. She learns that his [nuclear bomb]/[creating the Veil] was about more than just fighting [corpo]/[godly] corruption. It was also about avenging the death of a woman he cared for deeply: [Alt]/[Mythal], who was killed by the [Arasakas]/[Evanuris]. [Alt]/[Mythal] and [Johnny]/[Solas] may have had a complicated and at times turbulent relationship, but there was no doubt he loved her. There’s also no doubt that [Johnny]/[Solas] feels, in part, personally responsible for her death.

[V]/[Rook] also gets to meet some of [Johnny]/[Solas]’s old friends: [Kerry]/[Dorian] and [Nancy]/[Morrigan], who both worked alongside him in [Samurai]/[the Inquisition], and [Rogue]/[Inquisitor Lavellan], a highly competent woman who [Johnny]/[Solas] had a romantic relationship with at one point (and who [Johnny]/[Solas] regrets not having treated better). [V]/[Rook] also meets some of [Johnny]/[Solas]’s greatest enemies from his past – like [Adam Smasher]/[Elgar’nan] – and gets to make [Johnny]/[Solas] proud by kicking their asses on his behalf. 

Finally, at the very end of the game, [V]/[Rook] can choose to either redeem [Johnny]/[Solas] or condemn him. They can even get help from a version of [Alt]/[Mythal] to do so!

Roll credits.

This is all to say: I love both of these franchises very much and, so it is very delightful to find all of these parallels between them. To be very clear, this is not an accusation of stealing or anything – stories echo, history rhymes, etc. – just an affectionate observation.

BUT.

It also highlights, for me at least, a few things Cyberpunk did well that Veilguard would have benefitted from incorporating. Namely:

A prologue based on character origin, where Rook meets/bonds with Varric, like V does with Jackie

More interaction between Protagonist and Guy Living in the Protagonist’s Head

Deeper engagement with the universe’s lore, particularly the setting and its impact on our protagonist. Night City feels like another character in Cyberpunk in a way that Veilguard's Thedas really does not.

The protagonist having a smaller scale, more personal investment in the outcome of events – V’s race against the biochip is instantly understandable, and her tenacity and strong will to survive make her very easy to relate to and like. I never quite felt the same level of investment in Rook, and I think that’s in part because her fight against the gods is so enormous in scale that it feels quite impersonal at times. 

Story parallels aside, these two games are also both examples of games that were rushed through development and suffered for it. For Cyberpunk, that meant infamous technical failures; for Veilguard, that apparently means writing that is inconsistent at best and baffling at worst.

Fortunately, CD Projekt Red was able to add tons of post-release updates (and the excellent Phantom Liberty DLC) to Cyberpunk, that really helped it ultimately evolve into the game it was intended to be. 

Unfortunately, I think it is extremely unlikely that EA/Bioware will ever give Veilguard the same treatment.

But if I’m looking for something to hope for about this franchise (despite the long odds)... I think that would be it. 

Anyway, if you read this far: thanks, [chooms]/[lethallen]! 🖤