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is that a challenge???

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i love how quietly considerate the other characters in cyberpunk are with V.

like, they're talking to V when suddenly V goes quiet. they look over and V is just staring at empty space, weird micro-expressions on their face until finally they look back at them and continue the conversation like there wasn't just some awkward pause for no reason

calls V up on the holo, discussing some deets when suddenly V starts groaning in pain saying "ugh.. gonna puke" or "fooooo just breathe" for ten seconds while coughing before continuing the conversation with no acknowledgement or elaboration

V's following them to a certain place when suddenly V stumbles around and coughs up blood for twenty seconds, sometimes while still following them, and then acts completely fine like they didn't just wipe blood on their pants and returns to business as usual

V glaring at absolutely nothing for an extended period of time before giving a passionate middle finger for no reason

V must really weird a lot of people out lmao just acting like a straight up loon but then also being capable of dispatching an infinite amount of gangers without even breaking a sweat

i love V and the way everyone just politely waits

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Every gay friendship group has...

Daddy Issues:

Bloodlust:

The communist:

The anarchist:

The groups Adoptive Son:

The groups Adoptive Dad:

The bi curious pretty boi:

5000 traumas packed into one tiny body:

And the only voice of reason for 10,000 miles:

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Things your favorite Dragon Age companion/advisor says about you:

DAI edition

(As always here’s my disclaimer that while some of these are poking light fun none of them are meant to actually be negative or hurt anyone’s feelings.)

Solas: When you were a preteen you had a DeviantArt account named something like TwilightWolfQueen.

Varric: You listen to podcasts and pretend that the people speaking are your friends.

Cassandra: You hated the color pink as a child and are working on repairing your relationship with it.

Sera: You’ve watched those three hour long vine compilations and already knew every single one.

Vivienne: You watch video essays and are exhausted by fandom culture.

Blackwall: At some point in your life you went through a horse phase.

The Iron Bull: You will laugh at any pun no matter how terrible it is.

Cole: You make self-insert content as a coping mechanism.

Dorian: Whenever “Bohemian Rhapsody” comes on you drop everything you’re doing to scream all of the lyrics.

Leliana: Your favorite character in every early 2000’s cartoon was the goth girl with dyed hair.

Josephine: When you were a child you had your toys act out soap opera plots with double identities, heartbreak, and murder.

Cullen: Your social anxiety makes responding to text messages feel like a labor worthy of Herakles.

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The Inquisitor, still dripping in Dragon Blood, badly concealing a very large Egg™; I found it, in the woods... Alone.

Bull, also dripping in Dragon Blood, Dragon head strapped to his back; Found it.

Dorian, still reeling, just honestly happy to be alive; In the Woods.

Cole, happy to help anyway he can; Unhappy, and Alone.

Cullen "I am tired of my Wife's Bullshit," Rutherford; It's not coming into these walls.

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game: here are two choices ur decision will affect the story

me:

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getting friends to play your favorite games like

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V leaves “No-Tell” through the back door almost on autopilot, without even thinking about it. She’s too busy with her phone, texting Emmerick, asking him if the client already showed up in the Afterlife. But when she finally raises her head and finds herself on the steps, leading to small parking zone next to trash tanks, stinking of rot and piss (like everything In this motel), something inside her clicks.

She feels the shiver down her spine when she looks at the parking spot in front of her.

Jet black limo with bumps and scratches on it. Water on the windshield, that obscures stiffed silhouette on the backseat. Blood on her hands and clothes, tears blurring the view, and agonising pain, flooding her, like that pouring rain floods clogged storm drains, as she looks at her friend, her partner, her protection and support, her dear hermano, for the very last time.

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Johnny, watching my dumb ass get hit by a second car while trying to cross the road:

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#just johnny being johnny ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Johnny showing up to say some rude shit to me

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he glitched and said ight I'ma head out 

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“there are six endings to cyberpunk” nope. wrong. your forgetting the seventh ending, “the denial ending” in which you never meet hanako at embers, but instead you go around night city doing badass merc shit with johnny in your head. the true happy ending