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Dorian's coping mechanism.
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Dorian's coping mechanism.
It's a redraw from 2019 of this old thing. Hoarded it for a bit longer than intended | patreon (x)
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Cullen: (reading The Tale of the Champion) Are you fucking kidding? I’m not in here! Cullen: I ruined Hawke’s life, like, four times – you’d think that’d count for something!
Cullen: (looking at a document titled Dragon Age 4) Are you fucking kidding? I’m not in here! Cullen: I threatened their management, like, four times, you’d think that’d count for something!
Sera: I just happened to find this book in Cullen’s bedroom in a locked trunk under his bed. It’s his diary. Varric: What a fascinating character study this will be. (Flashbacks to Dragon Age Origins + 2) Cullen’s Diary: Dear Diary, Cullen’s Diary: Today I ate some oatmeal for my breakfast. It was flavorless and watery. I thought of my mother. I cried. Cullen’s Diary: Today that Hawke fellow showed me his middle finger. When I attempted to warn him with a stern finger-wagging, he shoved me into a wall screaming, “Bother, bother!” over and over. Cullen’s Diary: Later he and his blonde apostate friend repeated the violent attack until I lost consciousness. Tonight I prayed for the first time in twenty years. I prayed for the end. Cullen’s Diary: I fell asleep and had a nightmare. I was at a ball with Warden Amell. I asked her to dance. She asked me to die. Cullen’s Diary: I lost a button on my cloak today. Meredith pointed it out in front of all of the Templar recruits. Oh, cruel attention… Cullen’s Diary: Button oh button, oh where hath thou fled? Did thee tarry too long amongst fabric and thread? Did thee role off my bosom and cease to exist? How I wish I could follow thee, into the mist…
Greg Ellis, December 4, 2020
Bann Teagan: Do you recall a document shared amongst Skyhold entitled "The Colon Rutherford Files”? Inquisitor: No. That doesn't ring a bell. Bann Teagan: So it's not an intended joke on the commander’s name? Inquisitor: Not to my knowledge. Cullen: I can confirm that that is exactly what it is and the Inquisitor knows that. Bann Teagan: In fact, Inquisitor, I was told that you encouraged staffers to add to this glossary of abuse. Inquisitor: I do not at this moment in time recall the action nor the document in question— Bann Teagan: Okay, maybe this will jog your memory. We have some extracts: “Freddy Spaghetti. Sir Lips-a-Less. Assless Chap. Rutherfart. Jack and the Giant Jackoff. Tinker Balls. One Erection—” Cullen: Do we have to go through all of these? Duke Cyril: I’m not sure that I see the relevance. Bann Teagan: The witnesses claim they held their former colleague in high regard and I am attempting to prove otherwise. Duke Cyril: Okay, yeah, sure. You can proceed. Bann Teagan: “The Hunchback of Notre Honnleath. The Pointless Giant. Scrotum Pole. Benedict Come-in-His-Own-Hand. Guyscraper. The Cloud Botherer. Supercalifragilisticexpialidickcheese.” Cullen: ...My Templar friends called me Tall McCartney. I preferred that.
Aveline: Not a big deal. I’ve seen Hawke’s junk, like, a million times. Varric: You have?! Aveline: We traveled from Lothering and sailed together. Bathing in rivers, no privacy on the ship, it just happens. Varric: Why haven’t I seen it? Aveline: Why do you WANT to see it? Varric: He’s my best friend. Aveline: Again, why do you want to see it? Varric: What if Hawke gets into an accident? What if he’s horribly disfigured and I have to identify him, and all that remains are his private parts? Varric: And I’m standing there and I’m saying, “Sorry, Anders, I can’t help you, because no, I haven’t seen his penis.“ And then boom, he’s buried in an unmarked grave. Aveline: Aveline: Again, WHY do you want to see it?
This is 100% a scene from New Girl.
No, it’s from Dragon Age.
Sebastian: I upset the ecosystem of the team. I just wanted to leave my mark here. Join the group, be a part of the family. Hawke: What family? With these clowns? Sebastian: Yeah... you clowns. Hawke: Well, look, you want in, you’re in. Congratulations, welcome to the family, Sebastian. Sebastian: Aww. Varric: Yeah, we don’t “aww” in this family.
Leandra: What have we always said is the most important thing? Carver: Breakfast. Leandra: Family. Carver: Oh, right. Family. I thought you meant of the things you eat.
[the Dead Hand Puzzle, aka that one stupid underground switch puzzle) Inquisitor: No, no — just move it the other way. Move it the other way, towards your left. Dorian: Your left and my left are the same ’cause we’re facing the same direction. Inquisitor: We’re two different people. We can’t have the same left. It doesn't make sense. (Cassandra looks to the camera)
Hawke: I'm twenty-three, I'm a celebrity, and today I'm going to die. Varric: Not one word of that is true.
Josephine: How can you judge someone without meeting them? Inquisitor: It's easy if you don't give a crap about him.
(entering the Deep Roads) Varric: What's in the bag, Hawke? Hawke: Vodka. Varric: You’ve brought an entire suitcase full of vodka? Hawke: No. There’s some mixers in as well. I’m not a savage.
Cassandra: I’m proud of you but also a bit fearful that we’re verging on what I call “feelings territory,” so let’s stare at the fire in silence.
Aveline: Not a big deal. I’ve seen Hawke's junk, like, a million times. Varric: You have?! Aveline: We traveled from Lothering and sailed together. Bathing in rivers, no privacy on the ship, it just happens. Varric: Why haven’t I seen it? Aveline: Why do you WANT to see it? Varric: He’s my best friend. Aveline: Again, why do you want to see it? Varric: What if Hawke gets into an accident? What if he’s horribly disfigured and I have to identify him, and all that remains are his private parts? Varric: And I’m standing there and I'm saying, “Sorry, Anders, I can’t help you, because no, I haven’t seen his penis." And then boom, he’s buried in an unmarked grave. Aveline: Aveline: Again, WHY do you want to see it?
Inquisitor: I know about your diabolical plan. Solas: What? Diabolical plan? I wouldn't even know how to begin a... Inquisitor: (holds up stack of papers titled “MY DIABOLICAL PLAN, BY SOLAS”)
And here’s a blank template, if that’s your kind of thing:
Bethany: I can't seem to do anything right now. Hawke: Mhmm. I never thought I'd have to say this, but there is only space in this family for one unstable sibling and I have held that title for a very long time, so you are going to have to get it together.
Varric: If I don't have thirty pages by 3:00 today I'm gonna get punched in the face. Aveline: Who, your editor? Varric: No, some guy I hired off of Craigslist.