Sometimes I think about Hawks’ idolization and, in a literal toy-specific sense, objectification of Endeavor, and then I think about how it dovetails into his father/family issues and how he must see the rest of the Todoroki family, especially Shoto and Dabi, and it makes me die a little inside
And then I think about how Izuku did this with All Might, and then threaded the needle to do this with Katsuki “the one who was actually in my life” Bakugo, who meanwhile destroyed and suppressed himself because he kinda did the same thing except with the All Might Card and then Izuku, and then then got out of that mentality and then got kinda shoved back into it in the moment his heart blew up, and it makes me froth at the mouth a little like a pathetic, burbling crab full of rage and grief
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Why the Hero of Ferelden’s voice and appearance don’t matter, aka: i think it’s possible to put the Warden in Dreadwolf
Original Post by @/felassan
In DA:O, we know that the protag doesn’t have a proper voice, but we can hear the chosen voice during combat. We hear the voice so little, that it almost ceases to be a part of the character. Personally, I have no connection to the voice of the character, and I get the sense that a lot of the player base feels similarly.
Besides this, the events of origins take place almost a decade before Inquisition to my knowledge. Based on my play through as a Surana, I’m assuming that she is in her late teens/early twenties because she is an apprentice. I can assume that the different origins are all around that age too. By that logic, they would be at least 28-30 during Inquisition. Their voice would probably change and mature during that time. So I say, it doesn’t matter anyway.
As for the ‘surprise’ aspect, the character customisation prompt is a surprise in itself. I went into Inquisition almost totally blind and I was so excited when the hawke customisation option came up.
The physical appearance one doesn’t make much sense though. DA2 and DA:O aren’t so far from each other for character creation. Inquisition is obviously leagues ahead of both of them. My Hawke in DAI doesn’t look exactly like my original hawke and I didn’t expect her to. Why can’t we get the same for the warden?
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @greypetrel and @palipunk (on the other blog); thank you both!
*Gonna say in advance that I am still getting straight who all writes fic and/or does art, especially if I follow both of your personal and fan blogs, so if I sometimes tag you and sometimes don't just lmk if you do/don't want to be in on these things and I will do my best to oblige! I know people are busy/life is a pain in the ass lately and I don't want anyone to feel pressured or stressed or left out over it
I've been working on my Morrigan scarf, pictured below (hand for scale) and am getting close to finishing the main body of it. I'm really excited for some of the finishing touches, which will hopefully include fringe-like elements along the bottom edge. If they work out right, they'll look similar to feathers (fingers crossed), but if not they'll be irregularly-sized pieces that more closely resemble her skirt. We'll see c:
And here's a bit of writing from an unfinished chapter of Book of Memories; I've been fiddling with the beginning on and off for months, but I would really like to post it sometime in the next few weeks.
(CW for fantasy racism and blood/injury):
He could have sworn he'd only taken his eyes off the children for a moment—hardly any time at all for them to get into any trouble—but just then, Leander ran up, his fine tunic torn at one shoulder, his cheek bloodied, and he was panting.
“What’s happened?” Fenris asked, his body shifting slightly in a way that Cullen immediately recognized.
Neither of them were sufficiently armed, but Cullen reached for the support of a sword hilt anyway, his hand falling to his belt knife instead. Fenris crouched, bringing his face level with the boy’s, and Leander pointed toward a crowd forming near the small side garden.
“Adhlea,” he panted, and that was enough—Cullen was already running. He didn’t bother to make sure the Hawkes were following. His daughter needed him, was in danger perhaps—nothing could slow him now.
Adhlea was, in fact, in the center of the crowd. He could hear her piping voice even before he managed to shove through the crowd of bodies.
“You take it back, you—you Blight of a boy!” she was yelling, accompanied by a yelp that was not hers. “Or say that to my face, coward!”
Cullen went on elbowing his way through the huddle of people, his mind racing: Why hadn’t someone pulled her away from whatever was happening? What could possibly have made her this angry? The undercurrent of this all, the fear that made the rest of it unbearable, was this:
She is a new mage. If she hurts someone with magic in front of all these people, what can I do to keep her safe?
“Mongrel,” a garbled voice said. “You and that other—oomph!”
There was a dull sound, flesh striking flesh, and Cullen made his way to the front at last. There was a reason nobody had interrupted her: somehow, Adhlea had called up a barrier, and the bubble of it stood between them and the observers. She seemed well enough—though blood was dripping from her chin—and the boy she was pummeling seemed to be in one piece, for all that she had him pinned.
Maker preserve him. Maker preserve them all.
“Adhlea Rose,” Cullen bellowed, and more than one of the surrounding observers took a step back. “You stop that this instant.”
His daughter didn’t seem to hear him at all; she raised a bloody fist and aimed for the boy’s cheek. Fenris was faster; in a moment, he’d reached through the barrier with one hand, the tattoos that marked the backs of his hands and arms lighting up all at once. He pulled her, squirming, from the barrier by the back of her nice Chantry dress.
Some other time, Cullen might have found this funny; she looked rather like a kitten picked up by a rather annoyed cat. In the moment, he only felt fear.
“Adhlea,” he said sharply, and she stopped fighting. The barrier had popped soundlessly as soon as she’d left it. The boy was summarily scooped up by an older woman—presumably a caretaker—and tugged back from their little quartet.
“What happened?” Cullen demanded, crouching to examine her carefully.
One of her teeth had been knocked loose, leaving an empty space on the upper row of her mouth. Her hands were both bloody about the knuckles, and her lip was already swelling. The redness around her eye would almost certainly be a black eye soon enough, and if the laundress could get the blood out of the gown it would be a miracle.
“He said I was trash,” Leander said unexpectedly, though his green eyes were fixed on Adhlea, “I thought it was stupid. I can’t be trash, because trash is a thing and I’m not a thing. But he said he could prove it and—”
“He was going to shove Leander into the trash can!” Adhlea said, shaking with indignation, tears spilling from her injured eye, “I couldn’t let him—it’s not fair! We didn’t do anything to him!”
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Even in as early an episode as “The Bus” for him, it’s really obvious how little tolerance Potter has for Frank. Whereas B.J. keeps making these attempts at peace-keeping or finding middle ground, Potter is shooting them down almost as often as Hawkeye is, and he’s the one who’s known Frank for the least amount of time.
I think the combination of Margaret wising up regarding the affair, the disappearance of the generals she was so fond of calling in order to go over Henry’s head to get what she and Frank wanted, and Potter’s absolute no-nonsense attitude in contrast to Henry’s trying-to-please-everybody approach all inevitably led to Frank having nowhere left to grow, as Linville basically put it. He’s still a great character, still incredibly funny, but he’s lost whatever little bite he may have had now that Potter just has to snap at him to get him to stop. Which is emblematic of the shift from the early seasons’ argument of “the army is an incompetent but evil machine that can be dangerously effective at achieving both ends” to the later seasons’ workplace sitcom where the army-aligned characters can be either good or bad, and the “good” ones like Potter will always win out against Frank.
It’s hard to picture an AU where they get along better, because it would take reframing the show and the Potter character in general (or rather, continuing the framing of the army and anyone Regular Army like Potter as a villain), so I find myself wondering instead what might have happened had Frank had a longer turn at command of the 4077th before Potter took over. If that might have made him more combative over being replaced, if he might have found and cultivated an ally or two among the ranks of the enlisted men… I don’t know that it would have prevented Linville from still leaving when he did, but it might have given him something a little different to play while he was still there.
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something that i feel isn't talked about enough when it comes to dragon age is just how well they do the "just some person" trope. all three are special only through circumstance.
the warden can have a more "special" background, like a dwarven prince(ss) or a human noble, but they can also just be some mage fresh out of the harrowing or an impoverished elf. there's nothing inherently special about them. no great prophecy, no inherently superhuman capabilities. the only thing that makes them special is that they happened to have been recruited and happened to be the one recruit to survive the joining. well, what really makes them special is that they were randomly placed in a position to change the world and they took it, for better or worse.
hawke is literally just a refugee at the start of the game. the only thing that makes them special in any way is the fact that they are related to a noble family, but that noble family was only ever minor and had long since fallen from grace. at their core, hawke is just someone who was using their abilities to survive and somehow made their way to become the hero of a city. hawke is an incredible person, but only because they chose to be one.
then the inquisitor takes all of this to the next level, because it makes you believe that you are special. you're the fucking herald of andraste, the maker's chosen to beat back the demonic tide that is sweeping thedas. except you're not. they tell you that, again, you were just some person at the conclave, who happened to be in the right place in the right time. but the inquisitor doesn't care. they can choose to believe that they were chosen regardless, or they can resolve to think it just doesn't matter. what matters is that they can help and thus they should.
i just think it's really refreshing that dragon age has never gone the route of "oh this person is totally normal ... except they're actually the most important and powerful person in the world, according to this prophecy". they stick to the formula of "some person saves the world" and i like that.
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