I find myself a little envious, to tell the truth. But it matters not. Let us move on.
why am I laughing
True love knows no bounds
While I wouldn’t recommend checking it out for yourself (because idiots) there is a thread on BSN wherein people are expressing an interest in having Maevaris as a follower/companion or at least for her to show up in DA:I AND BY GOLLY IF THAT ISN’T A THING I ALSO WANT. And so I express my interest in the only way I know how: by giving her a pretty outfit.
Maevaris came into being too far into DAI’s development process to be a party member for that game (ironically, by the time fans know nearly anything about a game the time for “big” suggestions is over). Like I mentioned before, however, I’m not done with her just yet. And that’s as much as I’ll say.
Aside from: that is one kick-ass outfit.
The only child of the war hero Loghain Mac Tir, Anora has never been one to stay quietly in the background. It is common knowledge that in the five years Anora and Cailan held the throne together, she was the one wielding the power. She is held in much higher esteem than her husband by the people of Ferelden, nobility and commoners alike, and commands the respect even of foreign nations.
Fenris groaned and pressed his face against Sebastian’s chest further, “Only if you sleep with me.”
“No.” Sebastian responded, “Come on now, I’ll get you home. You’re drunk out of your wits.” he chuckled.
“When he rises, everyone will see…”
For the talented mshenkocabin
Morrigan leaves the party the night before the final battle when the Warden refuses her offer. She is later seen traveling through the Frostback Mountains alone. Several years later, tales out of Orlais said that a strange dark-haired mage had insinuated herself into the Empress’s court.
i never realized how lucky i was by getting into gaming through dragon age: origins. because thedas is full of women—women who have more than one kind of strength, more than one kind of body, are as flawed as their male counterparts, as fantastic, as foolish, as fully developed, and as free to do all kinds of things. good and bad; right and wrong. sometimes both at the same time. complicated, messy, beautiful, hungry, powerful, lonely, loving, determined, fighting women, written with care and thought, with life breathed into them. treated like people. with dignity, respect, joy, and love.
who knew that would be so rare?
nobody’s perfect; all of us have a while to go before we can rest easy and happy, if we ever get the chance to. but in seeing all this women don’t belong in video games bullshit circling my dash, i thought about what bioware’s done and given us: all these ladies, all these incredible ladies. some of them are made of stone and only briefly identify as female; some of them are strong as stone and stand for all of us. some of them are doctors; some of them are psychotic biotics; some of them battle with perfection every day, as perfect as they are imperfect, and they do that in outer space. some of them are patient, wise, old, a little judgmental, unexpectedly well-endowed; some of them are witches, the pair of gleaming gold eyes you catch in the shadows of a mirror, who come to understand more about friendship than anyone. some of them are pirates who show us how to sail forward without letting our past mistakes be our anchors; some of them trip over their own words while keeping the words of their entire culture’s history inside them. mothers; sisters; loners; bards; rogues; warriors; mages; soldiers; historians… it takes all kinds.
and not only that, but some of these women are written by women. and seeing female writers in this industry, seeing them defended by the company they work for when the downright horrifying sexist attacks against them are invariably made—that means a lot to me, too. to think this thing that is still like a distant dream to me doesn’t also have to come with an acceptance that it’s bound to be part nightmare because women don’t belong in gaming.
women don’t belong in gaming? tell that to aveline, to isabela; to morrigan. i dare you. tell that to jack. good luck. tell that to miranda, to ashley, to liara, to kasumi, to tali; tell that to wynne, to leliana, to velanna, to sigrun, to merrill. tell that to urdnot bakara and aria t’loak; see how well it goes over. tell that to the female couslands and broscas, amells and suranas. tell that to the female hawkes. tell that to the female shepards. and they’ll all tell you a variation of the same thing—some with fire and some with ice, some with fists and some with knives.
Oh, this is BEAUTIFUL!