8:09 PM CST
a message from bouwmanworks
As for my “opinion”… haha, I mean, obviously I’ve participated in Inquisition’s “hype fandom” myself, seeing as I’ve drawn some of the new characters. As for the quantity… I think Dragon Age fandom is full of a lot of really skilled, passionate people who like to express their excitement creatively! During the long wait for the game to be released some people have gotten very speculative, and I do hope they won’t be disappointed later, but I think that just goes to show the way fans have always liked to interact with Dragon Age. It’s always been a game series that allowed for players to immerse themselves in the universe and create whatever kind of story they wanted, and that’s part of why I love it so much.
illustrated by serenity_winner
It was the war’s fault that she was there, in dungarees and with all her wavy red hair tied back in a kerchief, her hands grubby in the crevices of her knuckles and palms, holding pneumatic tools she hadn’t known had existed two weeks before, wearing a gold locket with Tom’s picture in it the way his letters promised he kept what few pictures he had of her wedged in the crevices of the metal that held his bunk to the wall. The war was responsible for how the nails she’d always kept so nice were ragged at the tips and cuticles, and rimmed around and beneath with heavy black-brown grease; the war was why she came home to an empty house and cooked supper for one and jumped in the middle of the night at every unexplained noise and sometimes stayed awake until dawn, hugging Tom’s pillow to her chest and telling herself it was going to be all right.
She wouldn’t complain; she was a good girl who never complained. She just wanted God and the rest of the universe to be clear on the point of the matter of her suffering. She had done nothing wrong; it was the war.
Patty White had all of five weeks to spend with her new husband before he was called away to serve in the war. Now living miles from her family, in an empty house, working with the other military wives at a factory job, Patty is more isolated than she’s ever been. But she finds a friend in one of her fellow workers, and between the two of them, the loneliness and hopelessness of wartime begins to recede.
SPOILERY ETC. UNDER THE CUT:
9:01 AM CST
a message from linnthehuman
Thank you! When I’m not a braindead mass of rotten potatoes I’d love to get back to working on that.
a message from Anonymous
Well, I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I hate the guy. But I make an effort not to talk about it much on this blog? I just draw what I like and let my drawings speak for themselves.
If you’re really wanting to have a conversation, you can always hit me up at my personal blog where I’m less iffy about bothering people who don’t care to hear it— stars-collected
And if you don’t care for me to get more in depth, I’ll just summarize. I think he’s a hypocrite.