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a-queen-and-her-throne · 2 years ago

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I. Adore. The way. You write. I honestly don’t even have a good comment to offer, just that this was so gd beautiful-

The realization. The love. The care. The richness. UGH so good. Amazing even.

AND THEN THAT ENDING!?! I’m ded. Flatlined.

in my head (series)

Chapter Eight: Taking My Time With You

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~4k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings: mentions of body insecurities, nsfw (smut) - making out, face-sitting, cunnilingus, strap-on (r receiving), aftercare

chapter summary: After a successful Rave'N, Larissa cannot wait to ravish you with absolute desperation - but you have other ideas (this entire chapter is basically porn but like… sweet, loving porn).

The door to Larissa’s office slammed shut behind you and you were pushed against it within seconds, Larissa’s lips attaching to your own in a frenzy. It was as though all of the pent-up stress from the last week was pouring out of you both as hands grabbed messily at clothes and tongues and teeth clashed.

“Bed tonight?” Larissa mumbled between kisses. You barely had time to breathe out a “yes” before Larissa was walking backwards towards the door to her quarters, dragging you along by the lapels of your blazer, her lips never leaving your own.

Desperation continued to build within you, the flames of a roaring fire licking at your core. Larissa stopped at the foot of the bed, her hands sliding under your blazer and pushing it down your arms. Her lips were warm and soft, but there was an urgency to her kisses, to each of her movements - it was an urgency that she hadn’t shown before, and it concerned you a little.

“Rissa…” you mumbled, your words immediately swallowed by the blonde, whose fingers had begun to play clumsily with the buttons of your shirt.

“Rissa,” you tried again, pulling back slightly. Larissa looked down at you expectantly, and your heart skipped a beat - her lipstick was smudged down her chin, her sapphire irises barely visible, her chest heaving.

“Are you alright?” she asked breathily as you stared up at her. You couldn’t help but smile at the concern that flashed through widened pupils.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” you chuckled.

“I am more than alright.” Larissa smiled down at you and leaned in for another kiss, which you dodged. A tiny crease appeared between her brows - you were immediately struck with the urge to kiss it away, but you held yourself back.

“We can slow down, then,” you teased, a wide grin stretching across your face. “I’m not a mirage, you know. I won’t just disappear if you don’t fuck me right away.”

A faint pink hue dusted Larissa’s cheeks and she cast her eyes to the ground, dropping her arms down to her sides. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“Hey.” You took her chin between your fingers and forced her to meet your gaze. “Don’t apologize.” You paused, then in a whisper: “I just want to take my time with you tonight.”

You could have sworn you saw a film of tears in Larissa’s eyes, but then she blinked and they were gone. The crease between her brows faded as her lips curved into a shy smile.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

Placing your hands on her hips, you guided Larissa onto the bed, allowing her to wiggle up until she was on her back, her head resting against the pillows. You hovered over her, gently parting her knees with your own to rest a leg in between hers, then lowered yourself onto her.

You brushed your lips against hers, so lightly that you could barely feel the touch. Another brush of your lips, this time only slightly more firm. You could feel Larissa shiver with anticipation underneath you at the barely-there touches. The next kiss was soft and gentle, and you held back just a little - you’d meant it when you said you wanted to take your time tonight. Something about tonight seemed different - even though Larissa hadn’t officially been your date, the nerves, the flirting, the dancing, had all felt special. You didn’t know what you were but surely what you’d shared had gone beyond friends with benefits. There was no way Larissa didn’t feel it, too, right?

Larissa let out the softest of gasps as your tongue swiped at her bottom lip. Her hands came up to cup your cheeks - you realized then that she still had her gloves on.

“May I?” You crinkled your nose playfully as you said it, taking her hands in your own and brushing your fingers over the fabric of the gloves. Larissa nodded, watching your every move as you slid them off her hands, finger by finger, and reached over to place them neatly on her nightstand.

You turned your attention back to Larissa, gazing into her eyes which still watched you warmly and a bit curiously, waiting for your next move. Yep. Morticia was an idiot. Larissa looked absolutely ethereal, despite (or perhaps because of) her smudged lipstick and her slightly mussed hair. You wondered how anyone could ever turn her down (you would take her in a heartbeat, if she’d only ask), and your heart ached for a young Larissa whose school dance had been colored by rejection and heartbreak, and for an older Larissa who still seemed to hold onto so much bitterness because of it.

The urge to take care of her, to dote upon her and make this Rave’N unforgettable for her - no matter how she might truly feel about you - took over, and you captured her lips again. She matched your pace, languid and gentle, allowing you to part her lips with your tongue and lick into her mouth. The noises she made were heavenly - soft, quiet, breathy - the heat between your legs was growing rapidly but you kept up your torturously slow pace, drawing out every lick, every movement of your lips against hers.

The two of you kissed for what felt like hours, until your lips were tingly and swollen and you were out of breath. You shifted your leg so that your thigh was pressing against Larissa’s center - you could feel her warmth through her underwear and you groaned as she bucked her hips, subtly trying to find friction against her aching core.

“Please,” Larissa whispered, looking up at you with doe-eyes. You placed a final kiss on her lips before sitting up, resting on her thigh as you unbuttoned your shirt, discarding it on the floor next to the bed. Then came your bra and your dress pants (you struggled a bit with those, resulting in a breathy chuckle from Larissa), until you were left in only your panties.

“Can we try something?” you asked timidly. Larissa propped herself up on her elbows, brow creasing slightly, and your heartbeat picked up as you waited for a response. Finally, she nodded.

“Can I take this off?” You tugged lightly at the hem of Larissa’s dress and she sat up so that you could maneuver behind her. You dragged the zipper down, slowly revealing the milky expanse of her back, dotted in tiny freckles that made up little constellations. The zipper ended just above the swell of Larissa’s ass, and you took a moment to kiss your way down her spine before placing your hands on her shoulders and sliding the dress off her arms. She shivered as your hands slid down her biceps, and you placed your lips at the junction of her neck and shoulder, biting gently before sucking and licking at the skin.

Larissa shifted her hips so that you could pull the dress over her butt, then she pushed it down her legs.

“These too,” you whispered, gently snapping the waistband of her panties. She tugged those off as well, then turned to look at you expectantly. “What did you want to try?” You couldn’t tell if Larissa was feeling apprehensive or excited - it looked like a mixture of both - so you threaded your hands in her hair and tugged her close for a searing kiss, pouring all the reassurance and comfort into the kiss that you could summon up.

You sunk down until you were flat on your back, pulling Larissa with you as you went.

“I had this fantasy of you…” you murmured sweetly, rubbing soothing circles over Larissa’s biceps with your thumbs. “Sitting on my face.”

Larissa’s eyes widened slightly and she began to chew at her lip.

“I… don’t know…”

Cupping Larissa’s cheek, you searched her eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

Her cheeks burned and she blinked a few times, parting her lips slightly. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea… you know I’m a whole lot of woman, and-”

“There’s no rush,” you reassured quickly. “But you won’t break me, just saying.” You tried to keep your tone lighthearted and teasing, not wanting to embarrass Larissa.

She swallowed thickly. “Can we… Can we try it then?”

You smiled warmly up at her. “Yes.” Threading your fingers loosely in her updo, which was beginning to lose its hold, you pulled her close and placed a soothing kiss to her lips - you hoped to convey tenderness and care with your actions, showing her that she could feel safe with you. You felt Larissa melt into the kiss, visibly relaxing above you.

After another moment’s hesitation, Larissa pulled back from the kiss to maneuver herself and swing one leg slowly over your head, grabbing the headboard to steady herself. You placed your hands on her thighs, squeezing lightly in reassurance. When she lined her cunt up with your face, you could see how wet she was, her folds glistening delectably - your mouth watered at the sight, and you placed soft kisses to the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

“Take your time,” you murmured, glancing up to see Larissa nod. After a moment, she lowered herself onto your mouth. You licked a stripe up her slit and she jolted a little when your tongue soothed over her clit, biting back a loud groan.

“Is this okay?” she asked, sounding wary and a bit breathless. You responded by rubbing your hands up her thighs until you reached her hips, tugging her down - she relented, pressing the full weight of her body onto your waiting tongue.

Rushing was the furthest thing from your mind as you took your time eating Larissa out - you dragged your tongue through her folds, gathering her juices and savoring the taste of her, tangy and salty. You began drawing slow circles around her clit with your tongue, keeping a languorous pace - every flick of your tongue was deliberate as you worshiped her pussy as if she were a divine goddess.

Larissa rolled her hips in time with your ministrations, becoming more bold in her movements over time. A string of soft, airy moans left her mouth, gradually increasing in volume. The sounds she was making were so delightfully sinful that you felt you could come just from hearing them.

You could feel your own arousal dripping out of your cunt and pooling in your panties - you felt an overwhelming urge to reach down between your own legs and pleasure yourself, but the way Larissa’s hips bucked and rolled beneath your hands made you feel so connected with her that you would gladly ignore your own desire if it meant feeling Larissa’s warm skin under your palms.

A whimper tumbled from Larissa’s lips as you slid your tongue down her slit and circled her entrance, a wave of arousal dripping out of her hole onto your tongue. You moaned, causing Larissa’s pelvis to buck at the vibration against her cunt.

“Please can you- ah, fuck- inside…”

Wasting no time, you dipped your tongue into her center, as far as it could go. Larissa cried out in pleasure, each thrust of her hips becoming more erratic as she got closer to her peak. Her thighs began to tremble as she fucked herself on your tongue - you could tell by her movements and the loud moans tumbling out of her that she was becoming more uninhibited, more confident in herself.

“You’re doing so well,” you praised. “Such a good girl.”

Your words seemed to send Larissa over the edge - she let out a strangled cry, coating your chin in her juices. You fucked her through her orgasm, gently soothing over her clit with your tongue to bring her down slowly, then starting to lap up the remnants of her arousal from her folds and thighs. When you felt her body becoming heavier on your face, you helped her ease her leg over your head.

She slid down beside you, her eyes fluttering shut as she worked to calm her ragged breathing. You wiped her essence off your chin and turned on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could watch her.

“I can feel you staring at me.” Larissa opened one eye to glance sideways at you, and you flushed a deep red.

“Can’t help it when you’re so beautiful,” you mumbled, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling her close. “How was it?”

It was Larissa’s turn to blush. She turned her head to the side and opened both eyes to look at you, a blissed out smile adorning her face. “Wonderful.” And then, in a whisper so quiet you may have missed it were you not staring at her lips: “You make my body feel like a temple. I feel… worshiped by you.”

“You should.” You leaned over Larissa and kissed her, immediately opening your mouth to allow Larissa to taste herself on your tongue.

“Oh, God,” she rasped, deepening the kiss and grasping for your waist to pull you on top of her. Her leg slipped between your thighs and pressed against your core. Larissa gasped as she felt the wet spot at the center of your panties - you had completely soaked through the thin cotton fabric. “Let me return the favor?”

You whimpered into the kiss, nodding as you pressed your heat against Larissa’s thigh and began to rut your hips - the friction felt so good, after denying yourself for so long, that you were already close to coming.

“That’s it, darling,” Larissa cooed as you cried out, your clit rubbing against the seam of your underwear and sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Rissa, I’m-” Your sentence went unfinished as your orgasm crested like a wave, then crashed down upon you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you slumped against her, breathing heavily, and you felt her lips on your forehead, her arms snaking around your torso to hold you tightly.

“You’re not tired already?” Larissa teased, and your head shot up.

“Why? Depends what you wanted to do…”

“I was thinking I could fuck you senseless,” she murmured suggestively into your ear, her warm breath tickling your neck. “But if you’re too tired…”

“I’m awake,” you said enthusiastically, grinning down at her.

Larissa laughed. “Good.” She pressed a kiss to your lips, then reached over to her bedside table and rummaged around in the drawer, pulling out her strap and harness.

You moved aside as you watched Larissa adjust the harness against her hips. Larissa settled on her knees in front of you, leaning in and pressing a trail of heated kisses down your throat as her hands found the waistband of your panties, tugging down gently. You shifted your hips to help her, allowing her to pull the underwear down your legs.

Larissa’s pupils widened with desire as she pulled back, her gaze dropping to your pussy - you were absolutely drenched. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, and she squirmed slightly in place.

You reached for the bottle of lube in the open drawer of her bedside table. “Can I?”

The blonde nodded and you began to lube up the strap, rubbing your hands slowly along the appendage. She bit her lip as she watched you, her breath hitching audibly in her chest.

“Do you want to get on your knees for me, darling?” she cooed breathlessly. You wasted no time, getting on all fours and baring your ass to Larissa. She rubbed soothing circles over your thighs, before grasping the cock and brushing the tip teasingly across your clit. It felt heavenly - your walls clenched desperately and you pushed your hips back, begging for her to take you.

Larissa dragged the strap through your folds, up to your entrance. “Are you ready, love?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed.

You felt the tip slip inside of you, stretching you out deliciously. Fisting at the sheets beneath you for dear life, you waited for Larissa to push in further, allowing you time to adjust with every inch.

“Tell me when,” Larissa murmured, keeping her hips perfectly still as she steadied herself on your waist.

You took a deep breath and shifted your hips, groaning a little at the feeling of fullness. “I’m good, Rissa.”

Larissa began a steady pace inside of you - each thrust was slow, almost methodical as she worked out a rhythm. It didn’t take her long - she knew exactly which of your buttons to press - and you ground your hips back, searching for more friction.

You felt her hand reach around your body, her fingers finding your clit and massaging the swollen bundle of nerves, drawing a whimper from your throat.

“Right there,” you gasped, and Larissa circled your clit gently at just the right pace, as if she knew your own body better than you did. She picked up her pace with the strap, snapping her hips to meet your own.

“Good girl,” Larissa panted as you let out a particularly lewd moan - she began to pound into you in earnest and leaned over you to plant sloppy kisses on every inch of skin that she could reach, one hand still on your clit while the other grabbed at your waist. The skin on your back tingled where it had met her lips - all the different touches made you feel as though every nerve-ending in your body was alight.

“Is this alright?” she rasped out, her breath coming out in short puffs on your back as she bottomed out, then pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting back in. You nodded frantically.

“Y-yes, fuck-”

You rocked your hips in time with Larissa’s thrusts, your thighs beginning to quiver. “Riss… I’m so c-close.”

“I got you,” she cooed, steadying herself with a warm, comforting hand on your lower back as you slowly reached your peak. She continued to thrust in and out of you, her fingers rubbing gentle circles around your clit as pleasure exploded within you, then slowly began to ebb.

Slumping forward and resting your forehead on the mattress, you worked to steady your breathing.

“I’m going to pull out, okay?” Larissa waited for your muffled “yeah” before slowly slipping out of you. You heard the sound of the strap hitting the floor, then felt Larissa’s presence by your side, allowing her arms to pull you into an embrace.

She was warm and sticky with sweat - you were content, exactly where you wanted to be. Minutes felt like hours as you allowed yourself to be held - when you looked up, Larissa’s eyes were shut and her breathing deep.

“Rissa?”

She merely hummed in response.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” you chuckled, caressing her cheek and allowing your thumb to trace her lips.

“I’m not asleep,” she replied, voice heavy and almost slurred - you laughed, and she frowned.

“I’m going to clean you up - I’ll be right back,” you whispered, tapping the tip of Larissa’s nose. She giggled and crinkled her nose in response - your heart constricted at how cute she was, and you hurried to get a glass of water and a warm washcloth, not wanting to leave her alone for too long.

As you wet the washcloth in the sink, you caught sight of red lipstick prints smeared all over the lower half of your face. You giggled - but you thought you should take care of those nonetheless.

“Rissa?” you called out.

“Yes?” came her reply from the bedroom.

“Do you have makeup wipes or something?”

“Top drawer on the left.”

You found what you were looking for and returned to the bed.

Larissa had a dreamy-eyed look about her as you dabbed at her folds, careful to avoid her sensitive clit.

You wiped yourself clean as well before dropping the washcloth next to the bed and crawling up next to Larissa to dab at her face with a makeup wipe.

“Thank you,” she mumbled sleepily, a wistful smile dancing on her face.

“Anytime. We still gotta get those pins out of your hair, though.”

Larissa turned her head without prompting and you slid the pins out of her updo, one by one, watching each silver curl fall loose and cascade over her shoulders.

Larissa was quiet as you combed through her hair with your fingers - she seemed to be gathering all her nerves. When she spoke, it was softly and with a touch of apprehension.

“Is it bad if… what if I asked you to stay, and I meant it? Would you?”

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. You were about to break your one rule - well, Larissa’s one rule. Larissa was about to break her own rule - and you didn’t have it in you anymore to care. Praying to any and all Gods that could possibly exist in the universe that she wouldn’t come to regret it in the morning, you smiled warmly at her.

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me to stay.”

Larissa took a deep breath.

“Will you stay with me?”

The words rang out in the silence of the room for a moment - you felt your heart stutter in your chest as she spoke them.

“Yes.”

Larissa’s face broke out into a grin - then she yawned, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.

“We should get some sleep,” you said, though you suddenly weren’t tired anymore. You were actually spending the night with Larissa (you felt like a giddy schoolgirl) - you wanted to savor every second of it.

You wiggled yourself into a comfortable position under the covers, before opening your arms to Larissa. She snuggled in.

“Turn,” you instructed, and she looked up at you, confused.

“You know, normally when someone spoons another person, that person is facing the other direction,” you clarified sweetly.

Larissa frowned, furrowing her brow. “I’m too tall, I should spoon you.”

“Don’t be stubborn, Larissa, turn around.” You tried to look as stern as possible - certain you were failing miserably.

Larissa huffed, but seemed too tired to fight you - she turned in your arms and scooted backwards until her back was flush against your front. You slung one arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and rested your head near the crook of Larissa’s neck, nipping playfully at her skin before peppering the side of her neck and shoulder with soft kisses. A satisfied sigh escaped Larissa’s parted lips and you watched as she fell asleep, a small smile playing on her lips, before allowing yourself to follow suit.

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Larissa blinked her eyes open as the sunlight flooding her bedroom became too bright for her to handle, rousing her from a peaceful slumber. It must be late, she thought, so much later than she normally woke up. Warmth flooded her entire body as she recalled how safe - how (she barely dared to think the word) loved - she’d felt falling asleep in your arms. Arms that were not currently wrapped around her.

A frown creased her face as she took in the empty spot next to her. When had you left? There was an indent in the mattress, and she reached out to trace it with her fingertips - it was still warm. That could only mean one thing - you’d slept over - and you’d slipped out minutes before.

The warm, safe feeling that had flooded her heart morphed into a cold shower of realization. The two of you had broken your rules. And then you’d left. Tears began to prick at Larissa’s eyes. Had she ruined everything? Had she driven away the one person in her life who seemed to accept her as she is, taking everything in stride? Had last night proved that it was all - that she was - too much for you?

Her mind went into overdrive, beginning to pick apart the previous evening’s interactions and pulling them under a microscopic lens - she almost missed the distinct sound of her espresso machine roaring to life in the kitchen. For a brief moment, her stomach churned - was someone else in her quarters? - then relief washed over her like a tidal wave, replacing the cold sense of dread that had taken hold of her.

Larissa jolted into action - she had to see you, had to check that you were really there - more than anything, she had to feel you close. She climbed out of bed and, without bothering to get dressed or pull on a robe, padded towards the sound.

thank you to @afeatherformills and to my girlfriend for helping me with this, I hope you guys enjoy - I am excited for the next chapter hehe

#it was all so delicious #i love it #as always thank you for tagging me #this series has consumed me #I’m so invested #💕💕💕

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lizzybeeee · 27 days ago

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DATV is overly reliant on Supplemental Media - especially if you are a returning player

TL;DR: Supplemental material should not be required reading in order to understand what's going on in the main game -> it's additional material that enhances what we were given. If what we were given is lacking and unable to coherently tell us a story, then the writers and those in charge did not prioritize what was important.

Not a take that's unique to Dragon Age, but one that is very relevant when talking about DATV. I've made a few posts about plot/story points that either make no sense or have been dropped entirely in the lead up from DAI to DATV. Every now and then I get a few comments or messages about how certain points I made were addressed in supplemental material released in the lead up to this games release.

This isn't a call out post, by the way! But it's frustrating, to me, that this games writing is so lacking that my understanding is being inhibited because I can't remember details from a book I read two years ago - not to mention various podcasts, comics, and short stories. My understanding of a video game in a video game series should not be reliant on additional/optional content.

DATV is a weird game in that it is absolutely a 'soft/scorched earth' reboot while also marketing itself as a continuation to what was set up in Inquisition and Trespasser. Personally, I think that if you are up to number 4 in a game series, one with a continuous story-line, it should be expected that new players won't be able to catch up to everything -> it's the game developers job to make the world and story intriguing enough that the new players will go back to previous games in the series and fill in the blanks themselves.

Veilguard, as a sequel, is overly reliant on content that comes from outside the games themselves (including DLC's) if you want to make sense of the world and story. Trespasser left us with an epilogue that set up some plot points for the next game: Solas & the Veil, the Elven Rebellion, and War with the Qun - plot points that have been built up since the time of Origins. But when we get into DATV two of these points have been dropped and resolved, off-screen.

There are more questions, but these are the ones that bothered me the most while playing the game:

What happened to the Agents of Fen'harel/ Elven Rebellion? -> answered in a cursed reddit AMA.

What happened to the Qunari following Trespasser -> addressed in Tevinter Nights, and a codex entry you can pick up (optional).

Why is Skyhold infested with demons? -> mentioned in Tevinter Nights.

How did the Dalish go from worshiping their own pantheon to knowing they are false gods? (specifically those we meet in the Veil Jumpers) -> mentioned in the Missing comic series.

What's up with Nevarra's Royals? -> Tevinter Nights addresses that there is a power struggle in the Pentaghast family and the role of the Mortalitasi in making it worse - though it does not address the whole 'mage puppeting a corpse' issue and all the implications it has.

This is a video game series -> the bulk of the information required for me to understand the story and its relation to previous entries needs to be included in the final game version. I am playing a video game and not attending a uni class - I should not need to have a required reading list in order to understand what the fuck is going on. I should definitely not need to go onto a reddit AMA to understand what happened in-game, either.

What makes this stand out the most is that DAI was very successful in tying in previous games, DLC's, movies, and books! Inquisition did a great job in getting you up to speed on the events of the previous games early on, providing personalization if you played those games, and giving the player the opportunity to inquire into these events.

Hiding away the answers in additional material or a codex entry that may be missed is not good game design or good writing. DAI didn't assume that you had bought and played the Legacy DLC -> it made certain you experienced the conversation with Varric and Hawke if you wanted to proceed in the game. It didn't hide away imperative information in codex entries - it had characters talk about it in scripted scenes and encourage the player to ask more. You would actively need to avoid interacting with characters for you to not experience this information in DAI.

Leliana talks about her role during the Blight, her calling by the Maker, and her relationship with Dorothea/Justinia -> DAO and Leliana's Song DLC.

Cullen talks about his time as a templar at Kinloch & Kirkwall -> DAO and DA2.

Cassandra speaks about her history, investigation into Hawke, and the Seekers -> Dawn of the Seeker movie, DA2, & Asunder novel.

Varric talks about Hawke, Kirkwall, and Corypheous -> DA2 and Legacy DLC.

Cole talks about how he discovered he was a 'demon' - it leads to further conversations about Rhys, Evangeline, and Lord-Seeker Lambert -> Asunder novel.

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts -> the game literally continues what the Masked Empire novel sets up, the Orlesian Civil War. The game does a decent job of telling us about the players (Celene, Gaspard, Briala etc...) and the reasoning behind the conflict through dialogue, the ability to explore the battlefields, quests, ambient dialogue, etc... The book is not required reading - though it greatly adds to the complexity of the characters, motivations, and political intrigue!

I never once, playing DA2 or DAI, felt penalized or like my experience was lacking because I had not engaged with supplemental material or DLC's. I got into Dragon Age when I was in high school, it wasn't until I graduated and began working after that I had the disposable income available for experiencing the extra material. I cannot say that for DATV - If you have played Inquisition and go into DATV straight from that you will, absolutely, be confused about how we got from A to B.

Which is especially strange to me!? Why is it that new players will be less confused than those that are returning players? It's like the game is actively punishing you for playing and caring about previous games in the series.

Supplemental media is bought because the main product has earned your investment, love, or interest. Not everyone has the income available to buy it with their own money - especially if you live outside the US and have to pay additional shipping costs. Not everyone has the ability to buy or 'obtain' the digital versions either. My understanding of the main story of a video game in a video game series should not require additional monetary investment into other mediums.

The game itself should be enough and DATV is not enough.