@trickweekes.bsky.social you should feel shame

Not that it didn’t suck before, it was always racist in its writing @trickweekes.bsky.social but you found so many excuses for genocide it’s actually appalling

TALK TO A BLACK OR BROWN PERSON?????? ACTUALLY LISTEN???? Your white fragile tears are why dragon age sucks now

@trickweekes.bsky.social please stop using real life cultures and people to boost your lazy ass writing and bland ocs. Being first gen isn’t the same as your dad making you play sports. You’re tone deaf af and you have a responsibility as a writer, to idk have some fucking morality, do some research

@trickweekes.bsky.social your obsession with writing anti-indigenous racism and excusing genocide in your writer screams to the privilege you have and use for personal gain at the expense of real people. You should be ashamed as a writer who cannot stop excusing Neoliberal views.

@trickweekes.bsky.social I think you’re an awful person who should be ashamed of themselves

Everyone is an adult and should have done better as distributors of media. But I digress :/

You know who do always have my sympathies and my good wishes, the designers, the programmers, the concept artists, the sound engineers, the HANDS. Not the writers or the board heads.

EA being evil isn’t new and writing lacking intersectionality or hiding hidden messages, also isn’t new.

Ione Hawke, if you please

dropping her off

I fought a bitch for this behavior so this is true

TBF I also gaslit myself! But yeah, yeah, yeah.

✨ First post ✨
Cullen Rutherford Fanart #dragonage #cullenrutherford #art #drawing

Came to drop off my lovely rook, Daianira 🐦‍⬛💕

@/zfedraws on the bird app 💕💕🥺🥺

Daianira Tabris De Riva

The Witch of Blades 🐦‍⬛💖

#dragonage
#dragonage2

Bellara likers pspspsps #dragonage #veilguard

Omg thank you so much 💕💕💕💕😭😭😭

The Sun Told by You

archiveofourown.org/works/59890315

“Are you even listening to me right now?”

old reimagining of #fe3h as a gothic horror story 🩸🖤

I’ll go first

Drop your favorite DA memes!

A Screencap which reads as follows: The Herald of Andraste pulled out a wooden cigarette case that he’d hacked his initials into with a dull knife: RZL. “Do you mind?” “Depends. You sharing?” But of course. Rimon extended a finger and lit Varric’s cigarette before lighting his own. “I haven’t smoked anything with cloves in it since the Blight,” said Varric. “The tobacco in the Imperium is so bad that you have to. I never quite broke the habit.” “You’re holding it backwards, Princess.”

A Screencap which reads as follows: When asked, those in Darktow would say that the broadcast only played once. But it played over, and over, and over again — Kingsley had instructed Melody that he wanted the number to equal, in total, to the number of Revelry entries in the books of the Hespetarian slavers. Melody was a brilliant inventor. The sound projection on those repeaters was so good that Bacon’s testimony was loud enough that one could hear it all the way down in the Shin Hold. Prisoners’ legs were crossed as they sat at their cotsides, nodding along with each bit of Bacon’s story. Some started snickering at the sound of the frantic guardsmen trying to figure out where exactly the devices had been hidden, given that they sounded to be so close by.

A Screencap which reads as follows: He had done his level best to put Hawke further out of his mind, but she kept showing up to ask him along and he could never find a good enough reason to refuse her. Today, Hawke stood at his threshold on a mission, with ampoules of tonics in a woven bag slung over her shoulders. “You’re going to get ill if you leave all of those bodies to putrefy,” she said, hands lifting to re-tie her hair back. “The miasma is how things like the cholera spreads.” He couldn’t even debate. The phrase “what if I want the cholera” couldn’t even come from his straight face of straight faces; he could do little else but step aside for Hawke to walk back into the mansion.

A Screencap which reads as follows: The year was 1491. Gale of Waterdeep had not slept in thirty-six hours, pilot of Toril’s smallest ferry between his study and his washroom in the meanwhile. The sun warming his balcony felt too good for the likes of him. Most of all, Gale did not wish to be seen from the streets. He’d petitioned the nearest library to send him all of their tomes pertaining to arcane hunger and wasting diseases — one of the perks of his position. Whether they were going to cut him off once it became clear he was no longer fit for his post as an archmage was a mystery to him. It had been four months. He’d received no word from anyone. He was trying not to take it personally. He was…failing.

opening up the pit to say hi! I’m Remy; I write and my passion in my transformative works is good worldbuilding & exploring themes of identity, resistance, and devotion. Also gay sex. You can find my bg3 and critrole fic on ao3 and slide into the DMs for my unpublished DA fics. Glad to be here!

C side for chaos: Morrigan, Solas, Sebastian, Aveline

A side: Zevran, Merrill, Bull, Fenris

B side: Varric, Alistair, Isa, Dorian

nah it’s actually quite nice, like we all just started a new school