#Kieran alter

[kandyapple]

I’m just surprised kandyapple wasn’t a taken username tbh ????????

[stormyaxolotl]

System pfps

kieran from pokemon

art credits: official art

[divinepsychosis]

echo's dragon kinsona! (please do not tag as kin/id/me/etc)

[ofowlsdinosaursanddragons]

Warning for body horror and altered self horror!

Since everyone is making Aus where Kieran is fused with either Ogerpon, Pecharunt, or Terapagos that got me thinking of an idea, A horrible idea...

What if Kieran, in a desperate attempt to get stronger, decides to fuse himself with Ogerpon, Pecharunt, Terapagos?

Will reblog with a short summary of the AU i'm calling: "Power always comes at a price"

[not-gonna-lose]

How do you feel about Carmine?

She's just as bad as the rest. In a lot of ways, she's much worse, even. I've had to deal with her insulting and looking down on me for- As long as I can fucking remember... I get insulted all the damn time, or cast aside... It was just innocent teasing, though, right? But it wasn't. She never noticed how much her words tore into me. Because she never pays attention to MY feelings. Because she THINKS she knows what's best for me, but she DOESN'T. But she's stronger, and she's older, so she has the right to decide FOR ME. She has the right to decide what's best for me. Because I'm just her weak, pathetic little baby brother that can't do ANYTHING for itself. Her little brother, who needs to be "protected." Her little brother, who's being "childish" and "a jerk". Her little brother, who should know better than to talk back or complain, because it's WEAK, and the weak don't GET a say.

There's only so much of that someone can just deal with before finally breaking. Say what you'd like about what I'm doing, but I'm tired of all of this. I'm tired of not having a say. I'm tired of not getting to make my own choices. I'm tired of always being an afterthought. I'm tired of being unwanted. I'm tired of not being taken seriously. So I'm done. I'm done being weak. That's all. Can I really be blamed for this...?

[cursed-rattatas]

sometimes i get too emotional reading those rewrites of the teal madk ffs because like. they lie :(( to kieran :(( and it makes me ahdjahhs cry i cant

he makes me sick /aff

[lndslorepuzzler]

Long-Awaited Revelry: Ambiguous Chaos, pt 1-08

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01: Cage: FMC wakes up handcuffed in the back of a car; her kidnapper is on the phone, first demanding a higher reward for this troubles, then complaining that the car broke down in the middle of nowhere. While he's in the process of trying to find the Aether Core somewhere on FMC, someone else shows up to claim that "kidnapping Onychinus's prey without letting (them) know... That's not exactly polite. She's ours, by the way. We called dibs a long time ago." This is where we are introduced to Luke and Kieran, though we see hints of Qin Che's Evol before that. The kidnapper whips out a gun and aims it for FMC.

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02: Alike: Qin Che makes quick work of the kidnapper, while Luke and Kieran leave things to him, and take off. Qin Che appears on the top of a destroyed building/doorframe like the edgelord he is, and makes his entrance. FMC asks if he's there for the core, to which he replies, "Even if you wanted to sell your soul, you still have to find someone who can pay the price." FMC notes she's heard his voice before, and Qin Che lifts her face to make her look him in the eyes. His right eye glows, and FMC has a 'flash' of her bloodied hands. She attempts to stab him, but only manages a scrape, which he immediately heals.

He says, "I guess you don't remember anything. Allow me to jog your memory," before picking FMC up by the throat. He immediately follows with, "From your past to your future... To even all the crimes you'll inevitably commit. After all, you and I... We're the same. True kindred spirits." FMC passes out.

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03: Cornered Beast: It's been three days; FMC and Qin Che have been/still are incapable of resonance, which he finds "disappointing." When FMC asks what he wants, Qin Che says he needs to be a good host, since she came all this way; while attempting resonance, FMC 'hears a voice in her head' *2 telling her to "devour (Qin Che...) He's yours... He's right there. Before your very eyes..."*3

After another failed attempt at resonance, Qin Che says "it's a shame (FMC's) Evol has deteriorated into its current state." FMC accuses Qin Che of being responsible for her family's death, to which he responds, "Family? The people closest to you might be the ones who want to kill you the most." FMC says she wants to kill Qin Che herself, and he says, "Do you think your Evol will help you in a fight against me? Your courage is admirable. You're lucky. I don't like picking on the weak, kitten."*4

He 'summons' a gun, and loads it. When FMC asks what he's doing, he asks, "didn't you want to kill me? Or do your words ring hollow." He puts the gun in FMC's hand. She points it at his head, "Do you think I won't do it?" to which he replies, "Now that's much better... Though you do owe me a curtain call grander than death itself." Qin Che positions the tip of the barrel over his heart. When she hesitates, he asks if she wants help; she says no, but he uses his grip on her hands and the gun as leverage, pressing his thumb against her finger on the trigger. The gun goes off.

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04: Into Danger: This section opens with a brief 'monologue' that reads as follows: "With all senses gone, only the abdominal cavity spasms and contracts. It were as if the body had a hole. Water, food, or something else... Anything to fill this emptiness would be good."*5

This is immediately followed by more of the 'voices,' telling FMC to "devour him... It's your...power." FMC is woken up by Luke and Kieran discussing how best to wake her, since she's been asleep for one day. After making it clear she's awake, FMC sees through Luke and Kieran's attempts at fooling her.*6

FMC flashes back to the end of the previous section, just after the gun went off. She ask Qin Che if he's crazy, and he tells her, "You wanted to take my life. And so you've taken it. Now what? Have you already figured out how you'll pay me back?" He tosses the gun aside. She tells him he can't die, and puts both hands over the chest wound. Qin Che's Evol starts to gather, and he asks "Why? Are you worried about me? Save that for the day you actually succeed in killing me." Qin Che's blood dissolves. *7

Back in the present, Kieran and Luke make a very.... Sincere? Attempt to talk FMC into staying in place, but FMC is having none of it, and tricks them into letting her out of the room by threatening Luke, though Kieran points out that it's not like they told her she couldn't leave.

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05: Desire: Kieran and Luke make bets on how far FMC will make it. FMC heads out into the pseudo-gothic/victorian place, and finds a crow, and follows it, since she'll have to go through the door it flew through, anyway. There is classical music coming from the door, in sharp contrast to the brutal conversation: someone is telling Qin Che about someone elses intentions to implant protocores into human hearts, then insert the human consciousness into Wanderers, in a project called the Fountain of Atei. Qin Che says he's not interested in other people's business, he knows the man isn't telling him everything, he's thrown away his last chance, and besides that, he has "to entertain a more important guest." The man's voice is abruptly cut off, and Qin Che asks if the FMC is coming in.

FMC enters the room and is surprised there's no bloody mess all over the place*8 before realizing that she's hungry again, for no reason she can discern. She grabs a knife from the table while Qin Che pours her a glass of wine and puts "a familiar gun"*9 on the table, telling her it "will be useful for defending (herself) in the N109 Zone."

There is a conversation that essentially boils down to Qin Che offering to make a deal, FMC saying she doesn't intend to work with Onychinus' MO, and Qin Che reminding her that as long as anyone wants something, there will always be deals to be made. He says "(she) should know (her) own desires by now," and that "only (he) can give (her) what she wants. And (she) will agree to (his) terms."*10 During this entire conversation, FMC is hungry and thirsty, drinking too much wine and feeling like there's "a black hole trying to swallow everything."

FMC says she'll take the deal, since all he wants is to resonate, and grabs his hand in a move to forcibly do so. Qin Che tells her "(she) can't do that just yet," but she attempts anyway. She sees "a complex, incomprehensible struggle (appearing) in his gaze," and wonders why the power in his right eye is so familiar. They fail to resonate, and she moves away. He doesn't let go of her hand. He says, "maybe (he's) been too nice to (her)... After all that arrogance, it seems like (she) can't even control (her) own Evol." She replies that, "at the very least it doesn't want to be activated in front of (him,)" which prompts a blank gaze and a slow release of her hand.

Qin Che finally decides "(she's) too weak," tells her to eat her fill, and meet him out front in ten minutes. FMC wonders where Qin Che gets off saying something like that with so much confidence, and Qin Che says "(she) better hope (their) deal is successful. Otherwise, (she should) consider this (her) last meal."

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06: Resonance and Shackles: FMC heads outside, and Qin Che is leaning against his motorcycle dressed in black leather like the edgelord he is. He puts the helmet on FMC, we get a truly spectacular view of him mounting up on the motorcycle*11 before he makes the point that "(she's) not yet qualified (to bargain with him.)"

They arrive at their destination; Qin Che warns FMC not to make any trouble. Once inside, the shopkeeper is surprised to see Qin Che, who doesn't usually just drop in unannounced; Qin Che says FMC is a test subject for the 'Evol Linkage Alteration' project. *12 FMC tries to bargain with the shopkeeper, who tells her that "no one can change Qin Che's mind."

The shopkeeper and Qin Che have a brief exchange about a group of people ('they') who orchestrated two explosions, "doing shameless things and making a mess," and they want to use Qin Che as their scapegoat. FMC asks if someone else made the explosions happen, and Qin Che replies, "Oh dear, you look disappointed. Instead of searching for the truth, you'd rather swallow a lie that makes you feel better."*13

The shopkeeper determines that FMC's Evol Linkage is normal, though the strength has been suppressed; he also decides the suppression is not physical. Naturally this goes over Very Well, and Qin Che essentially throws FMC to the mercy of whatever creature he's been having the shopkeeper alter, claiming that "she just needs a little stimulation then."

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07: COMBAT (of course he thinks that scaring her to death will work.)

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08: Hesitation: Qin Che does not, in fact, let the monster kill her; the shopkeeper proposes that the reason FMC and Qin Che can't resonate is that her Evol, which "utilizes the waves generated by the human brain's magnetic field," is rejecting Qin Che due to fear, repulsion, or some other negative emotion, and even if she was to undergo any alteration, she might not be able to resonate with him anyway, since their relationship is hostile. He also tells Qin Che that "if the alteration fails, she will be completely ruined. (They) need to address the cause first." Qin Che says this "means there's something wrong with her."*14

The Shopkeeper points out that he has an Evol stabilizer, and takes FMC to another room. Once they're alone, he advises her to stay calm, and that staying with Qin Che is the safest option, since the N109 Zone is in a state of turmoil. FMC says Qin Che is heartless, and the shopkeeper tells her that "sometimes, those with hearts are even crueler than those without." She recognizes his concerns, and tells him she'll weigh her options. He tells her there;s nothing wrong with her Evol, that the energy in the Aether Core is stable.

FMC also asks him how he knew she has an Aether Core; he tells her is used to be his job to recognize protocurves, and FMC puts together that this man used to work with her grandmother.*15 He tells her that if everything goes well for FMC, then he "can say (he's) repaid Ms. Josephine's kindness.)

She considers the information she has: that her assumptions about Onychinus's actions and intentions may be wrong, and that the shopkeeper "is seeking Qin Che's protection." By the time she gets back downstairs, Qin Che is gone, and his motorcycle is nowhere to be seen.

Despite being incredulous over the fact that Qin Che essentially just ditched her ("Maybe after confirming her couldn't resonate with me, he lost his patience and interest.") FMC is able to move around independently now. She hears a thud from an unlit alley and thinks nothing of it; a little girl approaches and asks if she'd like to buy a flower: followed by offering guns, bullets, and protocores. FMC asks for Intel, the little girl starts to lead her off, and "the sound of flapping wings can be heard in the distance."*16

The section ends on the image of a crow on a streetlight, with several dead rats beneath it; "mixed with their flesh and blood are broken pieces of monitoring equipment."

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*1, Just wanted to note that this part opens with the bare-bones summary of recent events, and FMC asserting her assumption that Onychinus wants the Aether Core in her heart/they're targeting her, specifically. She reiterates that she decided to "get closer to Onychinus in an attempt to find answers. It doesn't matter if they're about the Aether Core in (her) heart or that incident," and that "everything is going according to plan." *2, I'm using this terminology since it's not clear if the 'voice' is truly internal (as in, hers from a different time/place) or if it's someone/something else. *3, Thus begins our (metaphorical?)cannibalism!lite theme. There's a lot of imagery/words implying that Qin Che is, effectively, a meal of some kind from this point onward. *4, If anyone knows exactly what 'kitten' is standing in for, please let me know? I keep thinking I'm hearing 'gao' or 'yao,' but I'm not fluent, so I can't be sure. *5, I'm honestly not sure if this is meant to be FMC's pov, or Qin Che's pov, or both. *6, Kieran and Luke claim the kidnapper is an "ungrateful traitor." *7, Into something that looks distinctly like miscolored Metaflux. *8, Not sure why she's surprised, seeing as she's watched Qin Che kill someone. *9, Not sure if this means HER gun, like a Hunter's gun, or the gun she used to shoot him, or some mix of both. *10, I wonder if this is meant to imply that he expects her to remember something about their previous interactions or not? *11, I am not wrong. *12, There's been no mention of 'evol alteration' that I've found (yet.) If references pop up, they will be linked to the tag. *13, The man is not wrong. As annoying as that is. *14, Though we have no idea what his basis for this information actually IS, as of now. *15, Remember when we heard from (Someone?) that one of the scientists had fled into the N109 Zone? *16, We can presume this is Mephisto.

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A note on Qin Che in general, he (like all the other love interests) seems to have knowledge about FMC from 'a period in time' that she doesn't know/has forgotten about, the difference being that he seems to have information about her adult/future self instead of/in addition to her past self/self from another time line/I'm still trying to work out what theory I'm going with, here. But it definitely helps to explain his attitude towards her, which is disdainful/disappointed/disgusted to varying degrees.

[watcherintheweyr]

I can't believe I'm writing this

To open up with: IT IS ABSOLUTELY OKAY AND VALID TO BE DISAPPOINTED BY THE LACK OF WORLDSTATE CUSTOMIZATION IN DRAGON AGE THE VEILGUARD. I have my own disappointments about it!

Ok? We have that covered? We good?

Cool, moving on.

To people who are genuinely, hatefully angry, saying we will now be 'forced into Bioware's worldstate' (when this year alone they've stated there is no 'canon' worldstate more than once), or saying that none of our prior dragon age choices matter, I need you to take a step back and walk with me for a second, okay?

For starters: John Epler stated that one of the reasons they narrowed the choices is because they DO NOT want to invalidate the worldstates of their longtime players. However they also don't want to alienate newer players who don't have the history and lore of the past choices. It's a narrow line to walk.

Secondly, I want you to really look at the choices made by your Hero, Champion, and Inquisitor. Which of those choices genuinely affected NORTHERN Thedas, not Southern Thedas, to the point it would linger for years afterwards? Which of those choices weren't things that specifically affected or altered the sociopolitical Southern Thedas climate and landscape in lasting ways?

The Well? Kieran?

That only leaves that if your Inquisitor drank, they now have knowledge from ages long past... that Rook doesn't need. Rook has a direct line into Solas' history and a possible Veiljumper background, unlocking those very secrets on their own.

It's entirely likely and probable that the Well's fears and threats were a red herring. Think about it. We as a gandom have spent TEN YEARS worrying about the Well, about Solas, about Mythal.

Come June 2024, we're slapped in the face by the big bads of Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan.

Morrigan likely isn't going to be close and friendly with Rook- so there's likely not much reason for her to tell us about her child or husband if she has them.

The rulers of Southern Thedas aren't going to affect us. We aren't tackling the current world ending crisis from the position of a leader of armies like the Warden and Inquisitor, but as leader of a small task force. The Southern Divine doesn't much affect us either- nor do Southern mage politics or templar politics.

Because Rook is an entirely new perspective.

Because Rook is in an ENTIRELY different sociopolitical climate/landscape.

I DO think there should've been ways implemented to specify your Inquisitor's bonds and personality. I'm HOPING maybe there still are that we haven't seen. But otherwise?

My Warden is free. I can say she's cured her Calling and is wandering the world with Zevran.

My Champion can retire into total obscurity with his husband or be quietly helping said husband destroy the slave trade. Either way.

Your history and choices in Thedas still matter. Your heroes still matter.

They just aren't Rook's focus.

Take a breath please. And stop sending death threats to the devs bc what the **fuck.**

EDIT:

further context from the devs on Bluesky

[exorcxqsm]

The price of desire.

ᯓWord Count: 4,4k

ᯓ tags - WARNINGS: mdni, reader isn’t the lnds!mc, explicit sexual content, alterations to the main story, toxic relationship, dr/y humping, t/easing, (lowkey) o/rgasm control, b/egging, f!receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, breath play, sensory play, spanking, mention of breeding!kink (toxic if you squint really hard), creampies, dom!sylus, use of pet names (kitten, sweetie), violence, mentions of blood and injuries.

ᯓnotes: This is my first published work here, it took me some time to write but I believe I’m content with how it came out. At first, the idea was to keep it a part one which is connected to an event of the series. Ending this part, I can think of some ways this can go, but I’d still want your opinion:) If you want to see more of this, please go ahead and ask. Any reblogs and likes will be appreciated. 

You were a dangerous woman, a fact well-known throughout the N109 Zone. As the assistant to one of the most feared men in the underworld, your reputation was built on the edge of a knife. 

But today, the real danger sat directly across from you at the table—your boss's most formidable and deadly rival: Sylus.

His silver-white hair fell messily over his forehead, creating a disheveled yet intentional look that only added to his unsettling charisma. A smirk played on his lips, while his crimson eyes held an unreadable intensity,  as he sat on the table with his henchmen on each side of him. Luke and Kieran.

You had done your research, uncovering every scrap of information about the three men before you. It was a challenge, of course; the leader of the most notorious illegal organization in the N109 Zone wasn’t one to divulge valuable intel easily. Yet you had pieced together enough to know the depths of Sylus's ruthlessness.

You were certain of one thing: Sylus would not hesitate to sacrifice anyone—including his own men—if it suited his purpose. The black-red tendrils of his mist would mercilessly end the person and he wouldn’t blink an eye while his lethal capability, capable of extinguishing a life in an instant, would take over. 

The only individuals he seemed to protect were Luke and Kieran, his unwavering henchmen, whose loyalty was both a strength and a potential weakness in this deadly game.

Everyone claimed that the twins were somewhat adopted by him—a complex relationship in which he protected and provided for them in exchange for their loyalty and services.

If you were being honest with yourself, you found yourself drawn to the twins. They exuded a carefree spirit that brought an element of fun, even in the context of business. You often wished you could shed your own uptight demeanor and embrace life as they did.

Your thoughts were abruptly pulled back to the present when one of Sylus’s men dropped two large armory boxes onto the table that separated your group from his. As the man opened the boxes, a collection of modified and illegal firearms was revealed, each piece looking as lethal as the man who had crafted them.

Dante, your boss, rose from his chair beside you to inspect the guns. After all, that was the purpose of this meeting—a trade, a business transaction between two men who despised each other's very existence, yet could not deny that, in times of crisis, their respective resources could prove invaluable to one another.

Dante provided the protocores, and Sylus expertly modified them. When Dante requested his part of the deal, the modified protocores were returned to him in the form of firearms capable of ending a life in less than the blink of an eye.

“Resourceful as always, Mr. Sylus,” your boss mused, but Sylus’s gaze was locked onto yours, seemingly ignoring Dante entirely.

“Oh, Dante,” he said, the man’s name dripping with disdain, “my little black heart is shattered into pieces. One would think you’d have learned by now not to question my methods or my work.”

You rolled your eyes at the silver-haired menace, your heels clicking against the carpet in a rhythm of impatience. You were growing weary of this standoff. Dante needed to state the agreed price and move on already.

“Set the price.”

Sylus’s smirk widened at Dante’s request, his eyes now fully focused on him. He seemed to stall deliberately, taking slow, measured steps around the room. His imposing aura filled the space, the coat draped over his broad shoulders swaying slightly with each movement. Finally, he came to a halt by the table, gripping its edge with both hands and leaning forward.

“Such a pretty kitten you have with you, hm?” he taunted.

Your gaze turned icy as Dante’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Are you referring to Miss Y/N?”

Sylus tilted his head to the side, his crimson eyes locking onto you once more, studying you with an intensity that made you uneasy. “You’re a foolish man, Dante.”

“What the hell did you just say?” 

You exhaled through your nose, frustrated by your boss’s inability to keep his pride in check when it came to Sylus. This man ran an entire organization yet seemed unable to handle a little provocation.

“I said…” Sylus drawled, relishing the moment, “you’re a foolish man. Only someone with the brain capacity of a goldfish would keep a pretty kitten like her uncollared.”

You shot up from your seat faster than lightning, leaning dangerously close to Sylus, your hand itching to grab one of the weapons from the boxes in front of you.

“You should watch your mouth when speaking to a lady, Mr. Sylus,” you seethed, your voice low but fierce. “Only a man with the brain capacity of a goldfish would disrespect a woman for no apparent reason.”

Sylus chuckled at your retort, a wide grin spreading across his sharp features, revealing his teeth.

“Feisty,” he mouthed, a smirk playing on his lips, meant only for you to see.

Just then, Dante stepped up behind you, and you almost forgot he was there until his hand landed firmly on your behind, giving it a squeeze. Your hand was so close to the gun that it took all your willpower not to reach for it.

Sylus's expression shifted, the amusement fading as his brows furrowed, re-centering on his forehead.

“Set. Your. Price,” Dante reiterated, his body uncomfortably close to yours.

You had served as his assistant for far too many years, becoming accustomed to his unpredictable behavior. Yet, deep down, he knew you wouldn’t dare act against him with all his guards surrounding him.

You were a capable assassin, more than capable of matching his malevolence, but you were just one woman up against his entire army. He was well aware of your skills, which is precisely why he always kept a close contingent of guards present during your meetings in his office. You were his most valuable asset, yet he was frightened of what you could do if pushed too far.

Despite this knowledge, he often seemed to forget the extent of your capabilities, choosing instead to provoke Sylus.

“Her.”

“No.” Your response was immediate, your tone firm. He couldn’t be serious.

Dante’s chest shook with laughter beside you, his golden teeth glinting in the light.

“She’s off the table, I’m afraid,” he added, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Very well, then.” Sylus retracted from the table and rose to his full height, a shadow looming over both you and your boss. “So is the deal. Have a good one, Mr. Dante.”

Your shoulders relaxed for only a brief moment, but before you could even blink, you found yourself lifted off your feet and thrown over the table like a ragdoll.

Fucking bastard.

Of course, the deal was too important for him to let it slip away. Sylus knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled this stunt.

“Don’t even think about it,” you spat, your voice harsh and defiant. “I am your right hand; your business will crumble without me!”

Sylus seemed to revel in the chaos, leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. As his black-red mist began to swirl around the room, it coalesced around your body, lifting you off the table and bringing you effortlessly to his side.

Your struggles were utterly futile. No power could match his evol.

“Bastard!” you yelled, directing your fury at your boss.

Dante let out a deep sigh, visibly irritated but choosing to remain silent. His organization was already on the brink of collapse, a fact known only to you—and apparently Sylus too. That was the reason he had recently struck a deal with Onychinus; only their resources could possibly uplift him now—if anyone could, that is.

“Always a pleasure doing business with you, Dante.”

The plush sofa of his dimly lit living room felt uncomfortably rough against your bare thighs as you took in your surroundings. Your revealing dress had ridden up significantly due to the twins’ rough handling as they placed you there, while their boss prowled around the sofa like a predator circling its prey.

The record player in the corner emitted a classical melody that only heightened the unnerving atmosphere, each note echoing with an eerie elegance.

“So uptight,” Sylus whispered in your ear, causing you to jump as his breath brushed against your skin. You hadn’t even noticed when he had gotten so close. “My, my… and so jumpy, aren’t we, kitten? Just try not to scratch my ceiling.”

You turned to glare at him, and if looks could kill, he would have been slain by the fire in your eyes. Nevertheless, you managed to keep your voice steady. “Why am I here?”

He didn’t bother to meet your gaze as he sank into his enormous cushioned chair across from you. A black-and-red mist began to swirl around your body once more, and before you could react, it lifted you off the couch and positioned you right on his lap, straddling him.

“What the hell?”

His hand shot up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Shh, just keep your claws sheathed for a moment.”

You could feel your patience wearing thin. “Why. am I. here?”

Sylus's jaw tightened slightly, and if you weren’t intently observing his every expression, you might have missed it. “Because, kitten, Dante and I had a transaction.”

“Isn’t your typical price protocores when dealing with my boss?”

“Typically…” Sylus’s gaze was fixed on your face as an eerie silence enveloped the room.

Before you could process his words, his hand snaked around your throat, pulling you closer. His eyes locked onto your lips, a predatory glint flickering within them.

“What are you doing…” you whispered, your body tensing in instinctive response.

“Show me, kitten.”

“What?”

Sylus chuckled softly, a mocking sound that sent shivers down your spine. “I know you’re a smart kitten; don’t play dumb with me. It won’t help you.”

Of course, you understood what he was implying, but how did he know?

“I have no idea what you want,” you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

His hand tightened around your throat, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. Then you noticed it—the red glow of his eye—and you realized what he was doing. “Show me.”

Ironically, he was now in control of your actions, even though he sought the opposite.

You slowly removed your glove, compelled by the white-haired man in front of you. Your bare hand pressed firmly against his chest, and in an instant, his heartbeat ceased.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

You stared at his face, dumbfounded, as the glow in his eye faded and his complexion turned an ashen pale. Before you could comprehend what was happening, a low chuckle echoed through the dimly lit room.

Sylus’s chuckle. He was alive. Wait, what the hell?

His laughter grew more vibrant with each passing second as he took in your horrified expression. You shot your hand out again, daring to touch him, but he caught your wrist, tossing it aside with ease.

“Ravishing…” he breathed, his eyes darkening to a richer shade.

You watched him for a moment, trying to make sense of everything that had unfolded in the past few hours, until suddenly, everything clicked into place.

You gasped.

“You fucking bastard!” you shouted, fury igniting in your voice. “Is this why you didn’t take the protocores? Is this why you asked for me?”

Sylus’s arrogant smirk returned, dominating his features. “He wasn’t aware of the precious possession he had in his own house, sweetie. But I am.”

“You are… sick.” The expression on his face darkened, and something twisted in your gut, though you wished it was anything but excitement at his subtle praise. “You will not control me. I belong to no one.”

“Oh, kitten, I’m not trying to control you. This is just… a deal.” His eyebrows shot up, his face tilting slightly to the side as if he found your defiance amusing. “Isn’t business what you excel at? Or do you want me to believe it was Dante who called the shots?”

Your own expression faltered, but your body began to relax atop his, a fact he noted with a small, apprehensive smile that curled at his lips. “Are you trying to extract intel from me?”

He rolled his eyes at your tactics, a playful smirk on his face. “You are so gullible, kitten.”

He leaned in impossibly close, your breath catching in your throat and a shiver coursing through you as your body responded to his proximity. This was all so wrong.

“He didn’t value you nearly enough, sweetie,” Sylus whispered against your pulse, his warm breath sending a jolt through you. “But I can.” His teeth grazed your throat, and as your mouth opened, no sound dared to escape your lips.

“I…” You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I have no idea what—”

In one swift movement, you found yourself perched on the edge of the chair, Sylus looming over you like a consuming inferno. Your chests were nearly touching, and his eyes held a dangerous allure as he stared directly into your own. “I believe you do.”

His hand drifted from beside your head, descending to your collarbone as his fingertips caressed the delicate skin with a featherlight touch. “You can end someone with just a touch…” he whispered against your neck, and you had to fight against the electric shivers coursing through your body. “I am the only person you can’t kill, even if you tried, kitten.”

Your mind was slowly turning to mush as his hand roamed over the sensitive swell of your breasts, his lips planting tender kisses against your throat. “Don’t you see where I’m going with this? We’re meant for each other. Kindred spirits.”

“You’re insane,” you wanted to accuse him, but your voice came out breathless, betraying your mounting desire. A soft grunt escaped his lips, a sound that only fueled the tension between you.

“If I’m insane, what does that say about you, sweetie?” He began kissing his way down from your neck to your collarbone, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “I can smell your arousal from up here.”

You gasped at his bold accusation, your body jerking in response, but it only heightened the sensation as your clothed core pressed against his torso. You tensed, and his lips curled into a dangerous smirk. “So insatiable…”

“This is so wrong…”

“I’ve never been a righteous man.”

You leaned back instinctively, your hands reaching out as if to find comfort around his neck, but he halted your movement just before contact.

In your hazy state, you noticed him licking his lips, his gaze searching the floor for something—your glove.

“As much as I can’t think of another way to go, I’d prefer to be fully conscious when your pretty cunt is all over my mouth.”

“You’re… outrageous,” your voice faltered, betraying the rush of emotions coursing through you. Your body reacted in ways that contradicted your words.

“Do you prefer gentle, kitten?” Sylus asked, his fingers teasingly tugging at the neckline of your dress, unveiling your flushed skin. His tongue flicked over your right nipple, while his other hand caressed the neglected one. “Would you rather I whisper sweet nothings and cherish you gently?”

His tone dripped with playful mockery, and you arched your back, responding instinctively to his touch and taunting words.

“Would you like me to take it slow? To tell you how beautiful you are?” he teased, his laughter rumbling softly in the air.

Your resolve crumbled as he nipped at your sensitive bud, his hand expertly working the other. “No!” you moaned, your gloved fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, caught in the intoxicating desire in the air.

He growled against your chest, his body pressing forcefully against your legs as they parted to accommodate him. He felt a thrill of compliance wash over you, nearly tempting him to follow through on his suggestion to take it easy.

“More,” you demanded, your fingers tugging insistently at his head, guiding him downward to where your dress had pooled around your waist, leaving your red lace panties tantalizingly exposed.

Sylus grinned at your eagerness, his gaze lingering on your clothed cunt. “God, kitten…” he grunted, pressing his nose against the damp spot on your panties, a rush of heat flooding your cheeks as a thrill of shame coursed through you. “Did you wear my favorite color on purpose?”

His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Or did you wear it for him?”

You could only whimper in response, arching your body desperately to bring his face where you craved it most. Instead, a sharp sting greeted your cunt, your eyes widening as a gasp of surprise escaped your lips.

He slapped your pussy again, his expression darkening into a scowl. “Answer me, kitten. Did you get all dolled up for him?”

You clenched around nothing, the possessiveness in his tone igniting a deeper need within you. “No,” you whimpered softly. “It wasn’t for him.”

In an instant, he tore your panties away, his mouth descending on your cunt, his tongue skillfully lapping at your folds. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Your fingers clawed at his shoulder, sounds of pleasure escaping you uncontrollably as he toyed with your sensitive clit. “Such a sweet pussy,” he grunted against your core, sending shivers through your body. You slid down the chair, his face pressed firmly against you, your lower body lifted almost into the air. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, hoisting your legs over his shoulders as he devoured you.

“Say my name, kitten.”

You felt yourself teetering on the edge, already giving him too much. “N-no.”

His teeth grazed your clit, sending waves of pleasure and frustration coursing through you as he slid one finger against your entrance, teasingly. “No?”

“No.” Your voice trembled, betraying the mix of emotions swelling within you as you neared your release with each stroke of his tongue, yet your stubbornness held firm.

“Very well, then.” In an instant, his mouth was gone, leaving you feeling cold and exposed as he stood to his full height.

“What…?”

Sylus leaned over you again, delivering a sharp slap to the side of your breasts that made you squirm and gasp. “This is my zone. My side of the board. Here, you either play by my rules and win, or you go against me and lose.” His voice was low and commanding as his hand reached down again, sliding two fingers inside you, curling them to find your sweet spot. “What will it be, kitten?”

By this point, your entire body felt like it belonged to someone else. “Please…” Your voice was laced with desperation, the plea spilling from your lips, unrecognizable even to you.

“Please what? Just say it, sweetie,” he urged, a teasing glint in his eyes.

His fingers quickened their pace, and your legs trembled under the mounting pleasure, each mewl that escaped your lips a symphony to his ears. “So—Oh my god… S-so close.”

The moment he sensed your walls beginning to clench around his fingers, a satisfied smile crept across his face, and you returned it through a haze of bliss—until you felt him start to withdraw.

Your hand shot out, wrapping around his wrist with a desperate grip, pulling him back toward you. “Sylus!” you cried, your stomach twisting in knots as sweet release threatened to crash over you.

“Sylus, yes, oh my god, yes…” You were barely coherent, the words tumbling from your mouth, but Sylus grunted, his pants taut against his rock-hard cock.

“That’s it… That’s it, sweetie, I know. Drench my fingers; they’re all yours.” He moved with an urgency that took your breath away, thrusting deeply inside you, sending shivers through your entire body as you rode the wave of your climax.

You panted, your chest rising and falling heavily. As the haze began to lift, your mouth fell open in awe, watching Sylus suckle on his fingers, his eyes glowing with satisfaction as he savored your essence.

A fresh wave of slickness coated your folds, and Sylus cursed under his breath as he stood, taking you with him. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your bare, wet cunt smearing against the fabric of his pants, leaving a tantalizing mess.

The coarse material of his attire heightened your senses, making your body arch in his arms as you ground your hips down, chasing that blissful friction.

“So eager…” he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin before he nipped at your earlobe. “And so fucking wet.” He strode toward his desk just a few feet away, easing you onto your feet. “I’m going to devour you.”

In one swift motion, your belly pressed against the polished surface of his mahogany desk, your body bent over, your ass perfectly positioned for him. He didn’t allow you a moment to breathe before two sharp slaps landed on your cheeks, your body jolting forward in response.

Your moans filled the air, driving him wild, and the way your back arched instinctively shattered any semblance of his control.

You heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, and a thrill raced through you as his cock was freed from its confines, teasingly brushing against your entrance.

Turning your head over your shoulder, your eyes fell on him, and a rush of desire coursed through you. He was enormous, his veins prominent and pulsing, the tip glistening with precum that trickled down, landing directly on your cunt.

“Sylus…” You brought his attention back to you, and the look on your face made his brows knot slightly in concern.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” he asked, his voice thick with lust yet surprisingly calm. “Do you want me to stop?”

You placed your hand lightly against his abdomen, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, and shook your head. “No, it’s just…” Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, almost mirroring the color of his eyes. “It’s not going to fit.”

Sylus paused, momentarily dumbfounded, before releasing the breath he had been holding along with a low chuckle. “We’re going to make it fit, kitten.”

Skepticism flickered in your eyes, and he noticed.

“Do you trust me?”

“No.” You answered honestly. He had been your rival until now, and you couldn’t fully grasp how your dynamic had shifted to this moment, you bent over his desk, spread  and exposed.

He grinned, shaking his head in amusement. “You shouldn’t.”

In one powerful thrust, he was inside you, and your eyes rolled back in your head as pleasure surged through your body, overwhelming your senses.

“Fuck!” you cried out, but there was no pain—he seemed to know exactly how to plunge into you.

“Shit… You’re so tight,” Sylus growled, his hips slapping against yours as he took you roughly, driving deep against the surface of his desk. “It would’ve hurt more if I’d taken it slow, sweetie.”

It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to speak, but even if he could, you wouldn’t have heard him. Your mind was consumed with the exquisite fullness of his cock filling you completely.

Your eyes crossed as he continued to thrust in and out, your lips parted in a silent gasp, drool escaping the corner of your mouth and trickling down to the polished surface of his desk.

“Cock-hungry little whore,” he grunted, folding his body over yours to penetrate you even deeper. “And you claim you hate me.”

“I d-do,” you managed to moan, your legs trembling from the intensity of the sensations.

“You hate me, yet your sweet cunt is squeezing my cock like it’s her lover.”

Your mewls and whimpers grew louder with each thrust, your head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure. “Sylus…” you moaned his name, urging him onward toward his own release.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“I-I’m… s’close. So so close.” Tears were welling up in your eyes, and Sylus moaned deeply behind you as he felt your cunt squeezing him, clenching around him like he belonged there. Because he did. 

His hand shot up, wrapping around your throat as he kept pounding you from behind, his whole desk shaking from the force of his thrusts. You were sure a bruise would form on your abdomen where it made contact with the wood. 

Your eyes rolled as he applied more pressure, making it difficult for you to breathe. “Such a pretty kitten…” He moaned in your ear. “And now she’s collared. As she should be.”

Your orgasm broke through you with a new force, the tears escaping your eyes and your cries lulling Sylus to fall on his own release right after you.

“Fuck.” He moaned, his teeth clamping down on your shoulder. Rope after rope of cum filled your cunt, his thighs shaking slightly from behind you as he emptied himself inside you. 

You were so overstimulated and sensitive by your encounter when Sylus caught his dripping cum from your thighs and pushed it right back in.

Your legs threatened to give out, your mind clouding the moment he began to fill you with his seed once more. “Such a pretty cunt, used and bred by me,” Sylus murmured, his voice low and possessive. “What will your boss say when my kids are running around his base, huh?”

You weren’t even aware of how or when it happened, but suddenly you were moaning his name, sweet and desperate, as you drenched him once again. This time, the force of your release was blinding, your vision fading to a brilliant white.

Confused, you turned to see Sylus, his abdomen glistening with your essence, his fingers slick and dripping as he stared at you with a manic edge in his eyes.

“Oh my God…” Heat rushed to your cheeks as the realization of what you had just done washed over you. “I’m sorry… Sylus, I’m—”

Before you could finish, his hand pressed firmly against your lower back, forcing you back into position as you tried to shrink away from his gaze. “Kitten…” His voice was taut, barely contained. “We’re not leaving this room until you do this again.”

[crossdressingdeath]

You know what? I think a lot of DAV's biggest plot weaknesses ultimately come back to DAI, because a lot of them can be summarized as "Why didn't they get into [thing that DAI set up]" and... the answer is that Bioware was never going to be able to meaningfully engage with those things, and they should've known that when they wrote them into DAI. The Divine, Kieran's existence, Urthemiel's soul, the Well of Sorrows, all that stuff DAI set up that people are mad DAV didn't focus on? All of those should have led to pretty big alterations in the worldstate, and the worldstate has to remain roughly the same for everyone. We were never going to get the massive impact those choices should've had, for the same reason the Warden's boon at the end of DAO was quietly forgotten about as soon as Dragon Age became a series instead of a standalone game: the writing just can't support choices that would create such massive divergences. Like... take Urthemiel. Whether or not Mythal got Urthemiel's soul (and by extension whether or not Solas potentially had the chance to take it) should have been a huge deal! It should've led to two pretty different paths! Except... it can't. Because Bioware can only write one story for each game they make, which means the critical path can't really change beyond flavour text and occasionally which character gets a cameo slot; Mythal didn't get Urthemiel's soul in every worldstate, so Urthemiel's soul can never be relevant to the main plot. And the thing is, they would've known that going in! DAI was the third game, they must have known that worldstate variation could never be more than flavour text and cameos! Hell, you can see Bioware scrambling to make all the Divine options more or less the same in terms of impact on Thedosian society in DAI, which was definitely done to make writing sequels feasible. So why did they write Mythal getting Urthemiel's soul into DAI? And it's the same for all those other big, story-changing choices. People have differing opinions on the merits of including variable flavour text just to say it's there but that's not what this is about; in terms of the actual plot the variables cannot be relevant (unless it's something like the Warden ally choice where every option is ultimately the same in terms of plot impact, and even that one's pushing it; it never is explained how Hawke ended up friendly with Loghain). I think when talking about choices from DAI that DAV didn't engage with it's important to take a second to ask yourself if Bioware could have written a version of events that worked equally well with every possible outcome of that choice and could be tweaked to engage with every variation without having any major impact on the main plot. If the answer is no I think it's better described as a DAI problem than a DAV problem, because it's not actually DAV's fault that DAI wrote checks it couldn't cash.

[amazinglyashy]

Hello 👋 is it okay to make a request (if don't ignore this)

How would the LaDs men react if the player was like Spiderman (or just a superhero and the public obviously doesn't know their identity) and like they just right out figure it out and ask them abt it and then how would they daily life be like knowing this info ?

Thanks and love your writing btw!!!!!

You have my heart framing it in a way that includes Spider-Man <333 Loved him since I was like 11 LMAO I relate to him on a scary level, so you definitely got my attention there! Thank you for the request <33 I hope you enjoy!!

LaDS men react to finding out you moonlight as a hero in secret -

Rafayel -

He's absolutely offended.

Definitely thinks its a personal attack that you didn't tell him, regardless of your actual reasons for keeping it from him.

Initially, when he figures out what's going on, he does some investigating on his own without letting you know. Lord knows he's a master at digging up dirt, and his list of connections could span the globe.

So your secret isn't safe for long. at least from him.

He'll confront you immediately, and won't tell you how he figured out the information. He doesn't care if you're puzzled or perplexed at how boldly he's coming at you over a simple "hunch", but he does care that you haven't trusted him with this information.

Does he care about what you're doing? Yes, of course. He's worried you're going to hurt yourself, or worse, without him around to help you. And he'll voice as much to you when he first talks to you about your other identity.

He'll start showing up where he knows there's a particularly bad Wanderer attack, or a general major crime from humanity's own pitfalls. Any way he can help from the shadows, he'll find it and commit.

He's got your back, whether you like it or not.

Xavier -

He can't talk, and he knows it.

He knows if he did, he'd just hear about Lumiere all over again, and that's the last thing he wants.

Mutters something jealous about it under his breath when he confronts you about your alter ego, and all you can do is stand confused until he gets past whatever it is he's gotten worked up over.

He insists on helping you with it, even as you fire back at him about how overworked he already is usually- to the brink of falling asleep almost anywhere- he's pretty persistent.

Eventually will yield to your facts and logic, but he's not going to be happy to do so.

Will complain for days in little ways.

If there's every any kind of bootleg, unofficial, fan-made merchandise of you made, he's the first to snatch it up, however. Even if he was initially grumpy about it, he's always there to help you, support you, or just... cheer for you.

And hey, maybe you and Lumiere can take center stage together, one day.

Sylus -

Literally, you couldn't keep it a secret from him even if you tried with everything you had left in you.

He knew about it long before saying anything, or you having to admit to him. Heck, he knew before he even met you. He has his ways, and he knows how to use his informants to their full extent.

Sylus doesn't mind it at all, however. He enjoys making quips to you every time you leave and he knows you're going off to save the day again.

"You know, I already know you enjoy danger, sweetie. After all, you're dating me. You don't have to keep proving it with this little super act of yours. But, I'll humor you regardless, though."

Luke and Kieran are around usually, to help you if you need it or cheer for their favorite 'hero', much to your embarrassment. Sometimes you're left with just a robotic crow screaming at you from a nearby tree, confusing bystanders.

Occasionally though, you'll get a jump-scare from seeing Sylus himself standing off to the side. A little smirk on his face when he sees your expression.

He'll jump in and help you if needed, but otherwise-

He's just happy to see you shining brightly.

Zayne -

Honestly… He's probably not surprised.

He's known you forever, and he probably knows you the best out of everyone you're close to.

He knows your secrets, your personality to a T, how you react to situations- You having an alter ego that you use to help the public is definitely lower on the list of 'things that would surprise him about you'.

He'll make a passing comment to you related to a completely separate conversation implying that he knows, and you'll just have to accept it.

Not much changes in your day to day- he trusts you, he knows you can be a bit... overzealous, when it comes to helping people, but he also knows you have a pretty good head on your shoulders.

Still, if he sees you on the news as it's live and he doesn't have a patient... he'll be in his car heading your way at the drop of a hat.

He doesn't know how much he can help you with your work, especially since it's what you're good at, not him.

But at the very least, he can be present. For aid, to jump in front of you-

Even just to cheer you on.

[jadeazora]

Addressing the theory that Kieran is experiencing Toxic Chain-possession, CaylaCapsule of Twitter noticed a very brief purple glow around Kieran's fist when he punched their memorial.

My thought is it acts in a similar manner to what Nihilego's venom did. It twists the desires and emotions of its hosts/victims and corrupts them to lose their inhibitions, and become more aggressive/ruthless in how they act.

Looking at Bulbapedia, the L3 were mentioned to be weak, dull Pokemon before the contact with the chain, with no mention of them being evil or anything beforehand, and with the chain altering Munkidori's brain to give it Psychic abilities, it's possible it altered all their mental states too:

[nightingaletrash]

why Davrin didn't die killing the Archdemon

we see Ghilan'nain draw this essence out of Razikale numerous times over the course of the boss fight, using it to alter her dragon and transform it - presumably this is the portion of her power imbued in the dragon that makes her immortal

when Davrin kills the archdemon, this is what we see

the usual transfer of essence that occurs when an archdemon dies directs away from Davrin and into Ghilan'nain, similar to how killing the Red Lyrium Dragon triggers the transfer of its infused power back into Corypheus

in past Blights, the Warden who kills the archdemon dies because its essence transfers into a nearby blighted creature, and the priority has always been Warden > Darkspawn. But in past Blights, the Evanuris that was tied to their respective archdemon wasn't present, whereas Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan were when their archdemons died. So in this instance, we can presume the order of priority for this essence transfer is Evanuris > Warden > Darkspawn, all of which are Blighted creatures. So Davrin likely survived because Ghilan'nain was present to re-absorb her essence, and she superseded him in order of priority.

So my question is, what causes this order of priority? It's most likely that Evanuris are at the top because it's their essence, and naturally it would seek to rejoin its owner once it was disembodied, except 5/7 times, the owner was absent and it had to find another host else where. So why does it try to enter a Warden rather than a Darkspawn? Maybe it's because a Warden has a soul, whereas a Darkspawn doesn't? The presence of a soul combined with the Taint could maybe 'fool' the essence into believing the Warden is the Evanuris host, so it attempts to rejoin its progenitor, only to clash with the Warden's soul and cause the mutual destruction of both.

But then what does that make the soul of an Old God, really? Is it a fragment of the Evanuris the dragon belonged to? Does that mean that Kieran is actually in possession of a fragment of one of the Evanuris, separated from the original god it belonged to? These are the questions I need answers to 👀

[divinepsychosis]

echo's kieran kinsona

[tealmaskmybeloved]

Toxic Consequences AU: Kieran's Team

After Kieran accepted Dokutaro's help, his Pokémon transformed as a result of the Toxic Chain. They each get a significant power boost, and look different than normal, but I'm sure that's fine!

Information and additional images under the cut!

Houndoom (Poison/Dark)

Ability: Unnerve (NO PECHA BERRIES FOR YOU)

Moves:

- Sucker Punch

- Dark Pulse

- Will-O-Wisp

- Sludge Bomb

"The Toxic Chain around its neck gives Houndoom the power of its Mega Evolution. It seems focused only on battling."

Annihilape (Poison/Fighting)

Ability: Defiant

Moves:

- Rage Fist

- Stomping Tantrum

- Close Combat

- Final Gambit

"The Toxic Chain increased its power and rage. Once it gets into a frenzy, it will not ever calm down."

Bombirdier (Poison/Flying)

Ability: Rocky Payload

Moves:

- Rock Slide

- Acrobatics

- Tailwind

- Roost

"This Pokémon's mischievous has increased, and is now capable of dropping more boulders from above- all thanks to its Toxic Chain."

Grimmsnarl (Poison/Fairy)

Ability: Prankster

Moves:

- Spirit Break

- Reflect

- False Surrender

- Torment

"A young boy's resentment and hatred for an ogre caused the Toxic Chain to alter Grimmsnarl into looking what the trainer used to idolize. It attacks with the extensive vines on its body."

Slowking (Poison/Psychic)

Ability: Curious Medicine

Moves:

- Toxic

- Eerie Spell

- Venoshock

- Flamethrower

"The Toxic Chain this Slowking has on its body increased the deadly toxins in its shell, causing more unpredictable and dangerous spells."

Hydrapple (Poison/Dragon)

Ability: Poisonous Syrup (Lowers evasiveness whenever it poisons an opponent)

Moves:

- Earth Power

- Fickle Beam

- Toxic

- Nasty Plot

"Determined to help its trainer succeed, this Hydrapple's powers were stimulated by the Toxic Chain on its tail. Instead of the other heads listening to the lead one, all 7 heads seem to take orders from a higher being."

[explodingchantry]

OK I found the source and, genuinely, what the fuck?

Varric is apparently an important character within veilguard but we don't get to express whether the inquisitor left his best friend to die in the fade?

The wardens are a big part of veilguard but we don't get to express what the inquisitor did with the southern wardens?

MORRIGAN is apparently an important character in veilguard and we don't get to express whether 1. We had her have Kieran and 2. If she drank from the well or not?? You know this important decision that was meant to impact the rest of the drinker's life, and was meant even more vital when inquisition revealed Flemerh was Mythal? I literally just replayed that quest and they genuinely make a huge point out of this decision being life altering. But it's not, is it, if both characters who could've drank show up in the next game but the effects of the well aren't present.

"northern thedas is a blank slate" is such a weird take. What happens in ferelden and orlais (and the free marchés if we bring da2 into it too) absolutely matters to the rest of thedas. These things ricochet upwards. You literally choose who leads orlais, one of (if not The) most powerful and influencial nations in all of thedas. You get to choose the fucking DIVINE. Yeah sure that might not matter in Tevinter, but it matters everywhere else?? The rest of northern thedas follows the chantry even if they might not be as horny for it as the south????

And that's only speaking of inquisition choices. I already made a post somewhere about how very few of the decision input on the keep mattered in dai and how filling the keep often felt pretty pointless because of that. But at least the gender of the hof and who they romanced came up, and the leader of ferelden came up however briefly and flawed.

Honestly dragon age was never actually good at bringing up and taking into account old choices. Da2 had a good excuse for it (set in a completely different country whilst the choices the hof made were central to ferelden only, and hawke being just Some Guy who wouldn't get involved in a lot of influencial stuff the hof had a hand in. And even THEN there's plenty of background dialogue about ferelden that does mention it.) Dai does have a lot of nods to a few things; the ruler of ferelden shows up in in hushed whispers, or if you kept Alistair/recruited loghain they show up for here lies the abyss and might even have a discussion with Morrigan with whom they had a CHILD with. If hof romanced leliana she mentions them quite a bit. Morrigan can show up with the full ass child she can have in Dao and that's probably one of the biggest differences the choices you made make. Some other decisions from Dao are referenced; like who rules Orzammar. And as for da2 it's very true that a lot of the decisions made are much harder to reference due to being more interpersonal, so it does make sense to an extent that the decisions are referenced there through simple dialogue (though that dialogue is flawed as hell.) If it doesn't like some of your past choices it'll retcon it, like if you killed leliana in Dao. Or like, for example, just a random example, you got one of the Dao endings where Cullen goes mad, kills mages and runs away. Never mentioned again that one. Weird.

Bioware loves to give you big influencial choices to make you feel important only to turn around the next game and kind of shrug their shoulders as they do the bare minimum with them. And now, don't get me wrong - some of these choices are really hard to integrate. We basically can never go back to Orzammar because its king changes everything. It's too much to take into account and would change what quests and storylines the player experiences.

But then don't fucking write it that way to begin with lol. At least with Dao you can give the benefit of the doubt with things being meant to be part of a single story - but by da2 they knew dragon age was a franchise and inquisition was written and made with the knowledge there would be another game afterwards. They could actually plan things out and figure out if maybe a choice you could make would require too many resources to implement in the next game, and thus just not actually give you the choice in inquisition. Because the divine, for example, makes a HUGE difference. I fully get that it would be extremely difficult to take all three choices into account - reference them but make them not so integral that the story of the game can only happen if one of those was made.

But then don't make us fucking able to choose who the divine is. I'd rather not have as many influencial choices in a game, but have them referenced and have them matter, than... This.

Who you romance. Whether you disbanded the inquisition. And what you think of Solas. Nothing from Dao, nothing from da2, and only this from dai. That's a fucking joke. It's a joke. A spit in the face.

Many of the fans will have replayed the series in anticipation for veilguard, carefully crafted their choices to be their main world state. Especially with the nice little sales you've had during veilguard's promotional period. And now, only now, after they will have done all of that, you spit in their faces and say that none of what they did in the past games mattered. So why should I finish my inquisition replay? Why should I care?

Meanwhile, plenty of events from the books and comics will not only be referenced but be integral for the story. Fuck you for playing the main games, you're stupid for thinking they mattered. Obviously the static stories of our external media is more important. Totally respectful of the fanbase to do that.