I’ve come to believe that a great many of the bullies on Tumblr were likely bullied in the past or are still bullied. This is their way of dealing with their pain. Its a never ending cycle. As sad as it is, its best to silently pray they eventually get over it and unfollow because people simply are not going to change because you ask them…they need to want to change on their own.
A voice demo consisting of 30 Dragon Age character impressions.
I’ve been wanting to put together a collection of my Dragon Age impressions for some time, and inspired by natvoices, I decided to go all out and do a wide variety of character impressions from Dragon Age.
I did my best to include most, if not all, the male companions of Origins, DA2, and even Inquisition, as well as an assortment of NPCs and other characters within these beautiful games.
Here is a list of the impressions in order:
Loghain Mac Tir
And a personal message from me!
I really hope you all enjoy it and thank you so so much for listening, and for all you kind words and support!
Hi, thank you for being you! Why was Anders chosen over Velanna as the returning character in DA2? I read somewhere she was suppose to be in DA2
For two reasons:
1) Because we needed a mage whose main concern was mages. Velanna’s main concern was the Dalish. We talked about trying to make it work with both, but it just didn’t seem very feasible… not without looping in far more Dalish story than we were prepared to do.
2) None of the writers were very keen on writing her—at least, not in the context of “Velanna possessed by Justice”… which seemed, to us, to be “take Velanna in Awakening and multiply everything annoying about her by 10”. Maybe that idea seems interesting to some folks, but it didn’t to us.
So, ultimately, the consideration passed pretty quickly—there was never a “plan” for this insomuch as a brief consideration in the early development process (among numerous others). I imagine we could have made it work had we been intent enough on doing so, but—like I said—nobody wanted to.
(Cue some folks getting angry about how we should have wanted to, I suppose… but oh well. That’s how writing works. You’ll never get a writer interested in writing something solely because someone else thinks it should be there.)
EDIT: Unless that “someone else” is also your boss, in which case you grit your teeth and find a way to make it work—and pray to God you have a boss who chooses not to invoke that power very often.
So, pretty frequently writers screw up when they write about injuries. People are clonked over the head, pass out for hours, and wake up with just a headache… Eragon breaks his wrist and it’s just fine within days… Wounds heal with nary…
Imagine the mabari of the Warden who makes the ultimate sacrifice. He sits on the road and looks up at Fort Drakon while lights crack from the very top. A hush falls over the mass of people—every soldier of every army—as the remaining Darkspawn retreat.
I stumbled across a picture of a letter romanced Zevran sends the Warden in Awakening, and with it a lovely and hilariously written collection of additional letters from Zev. All of which written by the always wonderful spicyshimmy. The original post along with the written letters can be found here. —-> (x) Please check it out and read along!
(and seriously, go follow spicyshimmy)
So here is my Zevran impression as I read these letters for you all! Complete with ambient music and campfire sounds. Drunk!Zevran is probably the only good thing I have contributed to society.
I hope you enjoy listening!
this is without a doubt the most heart-shiveringly perfect zevran you will ever hear short of the original voice acting itself. lightgetsout keeps zevran arainai alive and well. maybe we could team up and do something for zevran fans regarding his time during inquisition? meanwhile, seriously, put in your headphones, and let this amazing talent consume you as it did me. i am still beaming.
“Does that feel good?” Inara whispered in his ear.
“Fantastic.” The word came out as more of a moan than he would have liked, and Alistair’s cheeks burned as he buried his face in her hair, pressed fevered kisses to the side of his neck as his fingers dug into the skin of her hips.