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imdoingaokay · 2 years

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if you’re doing dragon age requests: dai companions reacting to an inquiz asking if they need a hug. bonus points if it’s because they (inquisitor) noticed the companion was looking sad or tired, or because they’ve just been through something difficult (say, after one of their personal quests). thank you :)

Oh my dear anon.

I been waiting for this one.

I have spent literal nights working on this bad boy and lemme tell you if you don't like it illliterallystartcryingohmygod

Anyways, here you go babe <3

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: It was strange, honestly. Being Thom Rainer again. It felt almost wrong. He was thankful for the Inquisitor, their kindness. They could’ve left him, let him pay. But they didn’t. Somehow, they even forgave him.

It made him feel, free, in a way. Not just physically, with all the chains being taken off. But there was a metaphorical weight taken off his shoulders. Just now, he felt guilty for his lies.

“Blackw- I mean, Rainer.” A familiar voice called for him, pulling him away from the wood he worked on.

“Ah, Inquisitor-”

“Please, call me by my name.”

Rainer paused, before letting the name of the Inquisitor fall from his lips.

“Thank you, I like my name, I’d like to keep it.” The Inquisitor smiled, and Rainer smiled back.

“It suits you.” Rainer chuckled.

“I could say the same to you, Rainer.” The Inquisitor responded, catching him off guard.

Before Rainer could respond, the Inquisitor spoke quietly, “I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

And soon enough, Rainer was wrapped in a tight hug. And while he still felt as though he wasn’t worthy of such care and affection, he was going to make himself worthy.

But for now, he’ll be fine with the hug, wrapping his own arms around the Inquisitor.

Cassandra: It started when Cassandra snapped at the Inquisitor. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was still upset. Upset about the betrayal of her superior, upset about the death of her comrades. And she had taken it out on the Inquisitor.

She was thankful for the quiet camp that followed, and how spaced out the tents were. She didn’t know if she could face the Inquisitor just yet.

“I hope you know I’m not upset with you.” It didn’t matter if she could or couldn’t.

“Wh-Oh. I do apolog-”

“Cassandra, it’s okay. You’ve been through a lot in the past few weeks.” The Inquisitor comforted her, placing a hand on Cassandra’s back.

“I-” She had hesitated, wondering if she should pull away or stay. In her turmoil, the Inquisitor wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Cassandra turned to look at them before enveloping them in a hug.

“Thank you.” She said, and she meant it.

Cole: Cole was quiet, his thoughts had been more mixed up as of late. Sometimes he was quiet, sometimes he was loud. But he felt more at peace. It felt better to be out of limbo, but was he on the right side?

“Cole? I was looking for you, I wanted to check in.” The Inquisitor said as they climbed the tavern stairs.

“Oh, h-hello.” Cole responded, “I think I’m okay.”

“Really? That’s good.”

“Grey, muddled, furrowing your brow… you don’t believe me.” Cole looked down, a little dejected.

“I guess it’s hard to believe you’d be doing okay after everything that had happened.” The Inquisitor frowned, “I just want you to know, I’m here. And I wanted to ask if you wanted a hug.”

Cole paused, lifting his gaze to the Inquisitor. He opened his arms and they did the same.

“Warm, protected, so small, still young? I deserved more. I must be protected.” He said, reading the mind of his Inquisitor.

“Hey… just enjoy the hug, alright?” The Inquisitor replied.

“A-Alright.”

Cullen Rutherford: Scribbling down more missives, Cullen’s head throbbed. Lyrium or no lyrium, life was not easy for the former templar. He was so entrenched in the paperwork, he didn’t notice the door slowly open.

“Cullen?” The Inquisitor asked, curious about their friend.

“Ah, Inquisitor, I apologize. I was… busy.” Cullen looked up, sighing at the heap of papers littering his desk.

“I could always get a soldier or two to help you.” The Inquisitor suggested.

“Maker, no. They never do it right, and their handwriting is awful.” Cullen sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “Regardless, is there something I can do for you?”

“I just wanted to check in on you, after everything.” The Inquisitor asked, “I know we talked but…”

“Me? I am fine, doing much better.” Cullen smiled at the Inquisitor’s concern, he stood up to meet the Inquisitor infront of his desk.

“Good, I need my commander in tip-top shape.” The Inquisitor playfully punched Cullen’s shoulder.

“I’ll try…” Cullen laughed gently, gazing at the paperwork he still had to do.

“Why don’t I help? I’ve done this before.” The Inquisitor smiled, Cullen hesitated, wanting to say no, that the Inquisitor deserved rest, but the offer of help was too tempting.

Luckily, he did say yes. And no less than an hour later, the pair was done with the remaining papers.

“Do you mind doing all my paperwork from now on?” Cullen asked, the Inquisitor standing up and stretching.

“Not really, but I think you’ll mind more.” The Inquisitor joked, “But… I wanted to tell you… you work so much, I want you to know… how much I appreciate it.” The Inquisitor spoke gently.

“Oh, you don’t need to-”

“No, I need to. You deserve that much.” The Inquisitor spoke, and wrapped their arms around Cullen.

Cullen felt strange, a good type of strange. Being a templar meant… not many hugs. The last one he had gotten… was it from his family? He hadn’t seen them in ages… perhaps…

“Cullen. Stop overthinking this.” The Inquisitor ordered, and the commander quickly wrapped his arms around them.

He liked this.

Dorian Pavus: He was reading some cheesy Orlesian drama, and he heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, he had expected it to be one of the many messengers of the Inquisition, and was surprised when he saw the Inquisitor instead.

“I… I wanted to check up on you.” They said.

“What is there to check up on? I’m alive, aren’t I? Downed a few bottles of wine, but hey, don’t we all?” Dorian retorted.

“Dorian, I know you aren’t okay. I just wanted to make sure if there was anything I could do. You’re my friend. Probably one of my closest friends.” The Inquisitor responded.

“You? Friends with some devious little boy from the Imperium? My, what would Mother Giselle say?” Dorian deflected, but he was still touched by their declaration.

“Dorian.” The Inquisitor spoke sternly, causing Dorian to look up.

“I… Thank you… I… I appreciate your friendship.” Dorian spoke, turning towards the Inquisitor.

The two looked at each other for a moment before The Inquisitor opened their arms, and wordlessly, Dorian entered the warm embrace of his friend.

Iron Bull: The tavern was full, but it still felt lonely.

He cursed himself for looking to the Inquisitor for judgment, he should’ve decided. The chargers were his men, but so was the Qunari. Had he failed them?

Iron Bull could hear approaching steps and distinctly recognized them as the Inquisitor.

“Hey, Boss.” He smiled, only to see a sad smile on the Inquisitor’s face.

“I wanted to talk with you.�� They said, and Iron Bull followed them out of the tavern.

The two rested on the Battlements, luckily, there weren’t any soldiers around to disturb the two.

“I wanted to let you know I’m here.” The Inquisitor said, “You lost someone today, lost… a part of yourself.” The Inquisitor spoke.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that, Boss. I’m fine.” Iron Bull smiled. But the Inquisitor saw right through that.

“Still, I’m sorry. I wanted to offer you…” The Inquisitor opened their arms, holding them out.

Iron Bull was confused for a moment, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the Inquisitor. It was a gentle hug, one Iron Bull wasn’t entirely used to, but he felt some sort of relief when he relaxed into it.

The Qunari would eventually wage war on Ferelden and Orlais, and Iron Bull felt a sad pity in his heart for his oblivious Inquisitor.

But, he didn’t need to think of that. Not at the moment.

Josephine Montilyet: Another letter from Yvette, detailing how the family had been getting on without her. Josephine had been successful for the most part, with the assassins now off her back, she was happily able to begin rebuilding her family’s trading empire.

“You look pleased.” Josephine heard the door to her office be opened.

“Oh, yes! I cannot thank you enough for your help with the House of Repose, it is a relief knowing I won’t need to worry about assassins anymore. Of course, rebuilding the Montilyet name will be difficult, but not impossible.” She got up from her chair, smoothing her skirt before moving away from the desk.

“I don’t think I properly thanked you, all I did was ramble about my time as a bard.” She sighed, “It must’ve sounded, odd to you.”

“Quite the opposite, Josephine, and I wanted to apologize to you if I gave you that impression.” The Inquisitor said, their hands moving to Josephine’s shoulders, “You know I care for you right? When you talk about things, it makes me happy.”

Josephine didn’t know what to say, she found herself wrapping her arms around the Inquisitor as a response. Josephine was someone who rarely found a person who wanted to hear her talk. Who wanted to hear her ramble.

The Inquisitor was that person… she liked it.

Leliana: A quiet prayer to the altar in front of her, she almost didn’t hear the Inquisitor behind her. Luckily, she’s a spymaster for a reason, so she turned to face the Inquisitor right before they have begun to speak.

“Are you okay?” They said, leaning over to get a view of the altar.

“I’m fine, you don’t need to concern yourself with my state,” Leliana responded, standing up and walking over to the railing, watching the birds flap their wings.

“You’re my advisor, I have to worry about you.” The Inquisitor crossed their arms, looking up at the birds themselves.

Leliana paused, turned to The Inquisitor, and smiled, “I suppose I’m happy that it was you who became our inquisitor. You’ve done an excellent job.” She spoke.

“I feel like you need to hear that too.” The Inquisitor said, earning a silent Leliana. Leliana turned to The Inquisitor, hesitant to continue speaking, when was the last time she had been this vulnerable? The two stared at one another before the Inquisitor opened their arms, and the two silent began to hug. The pair said nothing, the two remaining silent while they hugged, but strangely, more was communicated than they expected. Words of praise, appreciation, sorrow, and just a little bit of platonic affection.

Sera: She was working on her arrows, angrily wrapping the twine around the sharp point. A knock at her door caught her off guard. She didn’t respond, allowing her silence to be an invitation.

“Sorry for intruding.” Sera heard the Inquisitor say, closing the door behind them.

“You don’t need to be,” Sera grumbled.

“Well, I know you’re upset, I assume it’s about the-”

“Prissy pants noble arse? Yeah, I ‘ppose you could say I’m pissed.” She snapped, turning around to face her friend. Her angry look melted, and her eyes dropped from the Inquisitor’s face to the floor.

It was silent for a while before the two spoke in unison.

“I’m sorry.” They said, only to look at each other before the two broke into a laugh.

“No, but seriously. I feel bad about how everything went…” The Inquisitor said.

“Sorry for snapping.” Sera sighed, she was surprised she was apologizing to Inky, as she had rarely apologized to anyone.

“Can I sit?” The Inquisitor asked, getting a nod in response.

“I didn’t mean for all that shite to happen, I thought sometin’ else.” Sera said, shrugging.

“It’s not your fault, you know?” The Inquisitor responded, wrapping an arm around Sera. Sera tensed up for a second, but when her friend began to pull away, worried they upset her, she pulled them back in.

Hugging Inky was nice, she thought.

Solas: Solas mourned his friend quietly, like he did most things. He sighed as he sat in his oversized chair, watching the tea in front of him. He was angry at the world he woke up into, mad at the mages for hurting the spirits he cared for, and mad at himself for not stopping it sooner. He wondered if he should be mad at the Inquisitor too, he could’ve gotten there sooner had they hurried up-

A quick curse and he stood up, how could he blame someone else? Someone who had actively helped him? How could-

“Solas?” He heard, turning to the door that led from the great hall to his rotunda.

“Inquisitor.” Solas breathed, it was almost like the Inquisitor had read his mind.

“I apologize for intruding, I just… wanted to check on you, after everything that happened…” The Inquisitor spoke slowly, fiddling with their hands.

“Inquisitor, you don’t need to” Solas began, only to be cut off.

“Solas, I should’ve- I should’ve been faster. Maybe if we didn’t take that trail, if we didn’t get so distracted by the halla, your friend… they… they would’ve been.”

Solas sighed if he felt bad before, but he felt worse now.

Walking over to The Inquisitor, he attempted to comfort them, but he found himself stopping short.

“I know this must be hard for you, losing a friend. I want you to know, I’m here for you.” They said, smiling at him. Solas was surprised, and before he knew it, he was wrapped up in a bear hug.

“Thank you… my friend.” He responded.

Varric Tethras: Cleaning Bianca should be like therapy, but it felt like torture at the moment. He was angry, hurt, and betrayed, it felt like the world was crashing on his shoulders. He kept asking himself about Bianca, the “real” Bianca. Why did he keep going back to her? Why did she keep coming back to him? Why does Red Lyrium keep coming into his life?

“Hey, Varric, you okay? You’ve been scrubbing that spot for an hour at least.” Varric heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” He said, quickly moving to another spot on Bianca.

“Normally, you’re a good liar.” He heard the Inquisitor laugh. Varric chuckled a little in response, turning to his friend.

“I guess I’m off today.” He shrugged.

“You’ve been off ever since-” The Inquisitor stopped themselves, “Varric, do you need a hug?”

Varric paused, he had to think about it for a bit, but he found himself nodding.

He wished in Inquisitor knew how strange they were, how they seemed untouchable but down-to-earth. They were a rare breed.

But he stopped his thoughts, stilling the words in his mind for just a moment while he held and was held by his friend.

Vivienne: A response from Bastien’s son; “Thank you” was the most straightforward summary. There were flowery words, but Vivienne knew what Laurent had meant.

“You look upset.” Vivienne heard behind her, and her gaze lifted from the paper to the balcony in front of her. She plastered a smile and waved her hand as if she were batting away whatever negativity hung around her.

“Oh of course not. I’m perfectly fine, darling.” She had begun, turning around to face the Inquisitor. But, the second she locked eyes with them, she faltered.

“I’m sorry. I… I wish I could’ve done more for him.” The Inquisitor began.

“There’s no need to say such things,” Vivienne responded.

“Then… maybe I could just…” The Inquisitor sighed before taking a step closer to her, holding their arms out. Vivienne was taken aback, she couldn’t recall the last time she hugged or was hugged. She chalked it up to her pitying the Inquisitor for their soft heart. But as the Inquisitor wrapped their arms around her, Vivienne did the same. She melted into the embrace, having forgotten the feeling of safety.

She wouldn’t mind it happening again, but she would never ask for it again.

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belleropheon · 8 months

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There was a scrapped idea about an prologue origin or something but it was scrapped because it was too slow or???

I actually spend too much time perhaps thinking about what each prologue would look like

The Trevelyan Inquisitor is established to be the youngest sibling right? If you played a warrior or rogue you're there to meet your older mage sibling and you can talk to them about escaping together and f yo family for supporting the chantey etc or be there to convince them to go back to the circle aka submit to getting leashed again.

As a mage trev you meet your older sibling who probably is involved with the chantry and you can talk/convince them to help the rebels or not while dodging that templar cousin or two. Can express not really feeling like family since you were taken so young.

This establishes the Trevelyans as being involved with their mage kid or just having cast them off when they turned out to be a mage, gives the inquisitor some background

The Dalish would've send a small group of some warriors/rogues and one mage to observe.

Whether you're the mage or non mage you're either being protected by the warriors or protecting the mage just in case it devolves into chaos and the templars try to do something to you.

Just observing and establishing clan relations and how you all fit into it, perhaps even a mention of other clans wanting to know the deeds when your group returns.

The Carta Dwarfs are kinda in the shadows and you just happen to talk to some curious clergymen about you being a dwarf and your clan, what it's like and stuff.. and totally having made a deal with someone for some goods

The Vasoth being there with a few of their group kinda walking around and making your presence known, keeping the peace a little and fielding questions from a few brave individuals who dared approach the "scary oxmen". Also serves to establish character relations and you can actually see some interaction between the different races and the Vasoth.

Every origin can talk to a few mages, templars, clergy and the other races, maybe even overhear some idle chatter about the situation and different views.

Maybe a little silly unique quest per origin like the trevelyans dodging the templar cousin/nosy chantry sister asking for a contribution from the trevs again.

The Dalish trying to figure out why the keeper send y'all when only one of you hid a few salamanders in her aravel..and perhaps talking about that Dalish clan that was plagued by both werewolves and Sylvan and wasn't that like right around the corner?? You don't think those spirits wander far from the Brecilian forrest right?!.

The carta dwarf having a friendly boasting competition with another carta dwarf that just gets more and more weirder the longer it goes on (and a chantry sister keeping score while a circle of onlookers gathers around you with Oohs and Aahs)

..I just want to see the Vasoth doing either bs'ing the folks around them with stories about how you suplexed an actual cow who was picking a fight with you or having to interfere with some trouble makers by just towering over them.

It ends when you decide to wander around, hear something and go to find the source of the strange noises, maybe even fight some shadow blobs before you enter the room (and those shadows later in the Fade being revealed to be Corypheus' henchmen and then you can hear the weird noises having been ol' Justinia calling for help) The scene ends before you open the door.

Dragon Age Inquisition desperately needs some silliness from the earlier games back. Yes I'm still salty there was no weird prison break segment for the inquisitor..perhaps were the roles were reversed and the inquisitor has to spring their team from prison by weird shenanigans. Where you hear banter from whoever is in jail (no blackwall doesn't count)

#Dragon age #Dragon age inquisition #Dao #da:i #It's long so be warned #I just have all these ideas and thought and no one to talk to them about #I want to either inquisitor in prison or like two companions #Sera maybe says “can't say I have ever been arrested..it sucks”#And maybe Solas comments that “this is just like the last time it happened to me”#Breaking them out with an advisor would be funny tho as Leliana has done it before

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muddiestpath · 7 months

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BG3 Wyll hypothetical alt version.

Brought to you by my patient friends on discord humoring me.

What if Wyll:

Is youngest of the BG3 crew but mistaken for older because of his stressfull time devil hunting & due to various misconceptions about the 'Blade of Frontiers' persona he's lived as for years. Also would mean the writers didn't need to work around the discrepancy of his powers post-worm.

Was sheltered by his father, Duke Ravenguard obviously desperate to give his son what he wants but keep him safe after losing his wife. Unbeknownst to Wyll his 'scraps' in his youth were overseen by his dad so it was more of a safe experience.

Makes it more believable that Mizora tricked him as she did. If he had unknowingly been made to see himself as more capable than he was.

Not arrogant!(we got enough arrogance in camp) Still a golden retriever/enthuisiatic type, but the bravado now comes from somewhere. Wyll's VA can def make it charming.

Have his arc that gets tangled with his dad be spicey without ruining what is a sweet realtionship. Instead as Wyll learns he had been shielded from more than he thought he has to face his imposter syndrome alongside seeing the endless proof of his father's hope & pride for him.

That when the Duke sent him out of the city it was more to do with the shame his father had for realising his doting ways had cost Wyll his immortal soul than any shame of having a warlock son(?). Wyll's dad hoping that Mizora would let him go if she could'nt use his son to get to him (I'm assuming given Act2 ultimatum that is what Mizora is after). Let them reconcile over both being well-meaning fools.

In that 'Blade of Frontiers' time Wyll then had Mizora 'protecting' him but ofc it's quickly obvious to him she was being manipulative & fucking awful. But when Wyll resisted her Mizora would've twisted what used to be words of concern from his father to her own uses. Good old "well-meaning parents accidently making their kid easily manipulated".

Wyll isn't oblivious but rather trapped like he is in the game, the younger age just makes the helplessness more urgent/recent in his timeline?

Wyll & his father still have a very loving & positive relationship, but now there is something more nuanced there.

Also felt like there wasn't as much burn-out/imposter syndrome as I was expecting from Wyll's initial comments about living up to the title of 'Blade of Frontiers'. Let him slip into that bravado as a defense mechanism but also resent how distorted he has become trying to live up to the snowballing stories about him.

Wyll could be a recruitable companion like Jaheira but not romanceable, I think I'd like him more as a something of an apprentice? I know a lot of people see romance as only way get attached to a character but let me have a platonic option. (in my mind)

I like Wyll as he is, he just is my least favourite as I understand the group so far(early in act2 on first playthrough). Got into a groupchat on how'd we change our least favs to match our tastes in stories better.

#bg3 #Wyll bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #again I love Wyll his story just feels less worked out compared to the others which ofc it does it was overhauled in EA #given how much DA:I playerbase latched onto Cole I feel a young 20yr old Wyll would be a populat non-romanceable companion #.mudd

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