Wynne - Blog Posts

Forever convinced bg3 is just dao for a modern audience. Here's my reasons as comparisons between party members:

Morrigan/Shadowheart: trauma goth girls

Leliana/Shadowheart: religion + flowers = adorkable loser that's obsessed w/you

Alistair/Wyll: precious cinnamon rolls that are too good for the rest of us (but with ✨secrets✨)

Alistair/Gale: will kill you with awkwardness and kindness (and maybe cheese)

Alistair/Astarion: pretty hair bois

Zevran/Astarion: elves with KNIVES and sexy accents

Sten/Lae'zel: dude with big sword that doesn't understand local customs

Dog/Scratch/Owlbear: this one's obvious

Wynne/Jaheira: easily the smartest person in the group, will totally judge when you fuck up, gives great mom advice

Leliana/Karlach: would definitely love to shop together, Karlach would prob think Leli's sense of style is nuts tho (she seems more practical to me idk and we all know what Orlesians are like)

Morrigan/Halsin: turns into bear, is scary

double tank team issues 😔

Wake up babe, new Zev art just dropped

Welcome to dadwc!! I’d love to see “The thrill of knowing how alone we are, unknown we are” from the Hozier prompts for Kallian/Alistair 🥰

Thank you, Ro 🥰💖

I took extreme liberties with this prompt I think lmao

rated g. kallian tabris/alistair theirin for @dadrunkwriting. 245 words.

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Ostagar was different without all the noise. The wind howled through the once-more abandoned ruins, and Kallian's blood sang with the presence of darkspawn. She met Alistair's shining eyes – a barely there blue glow ringing the deep brown. Ciarth whined next to her, nudging her leg. They felt it too, then.

"It is strange to be back," Wynne murmured. Kallian hummed in response, still stuck taking in the place. Crude and filthy darkspawn barriers and pyres dotted the place, marring the once pale white walls with dripping black and red. Ostagar was hardly full of good memories for her, but it still made her sick to see it like that.

Alistair was uncharacteristically quiet beside her. She subtly scratched behind Ciarth's ears to grab his attention, nodding ahead when he looked at her. Without a word needed, he trotted off, pushing a grumbling Wynne in front of him.

"Hey," she said quietly, slipping her amoured hand in Alistair's. It was never enough like that, but it was better than nothing.

"Hey," he replied, squeezing her hand in return.

"You okay?"

"No," he sighed, smiling all the same. "But I'm glad we're here."

"Yeah," she muttered, a small smile toying with her lips too as she ignored the three words that suddenly blared in the forefront of her mind.

They stood alone for a little while longer, holding hands, sharing a kiss; the last two Grey Wardens Ostagar had seen in a long time.