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Been a while simps but GUESS WHAT

Sam

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💖💖💖 yes!!! Fenris is such a good character and has so much development (not that the others don't). He really just needed someone there to listen, to help him, to reaffirm to him he is capable of so much more than fighting or violence. He *can* read, write, laugh, make *jokes* like he does with varric about dancing in the mansion. There's so much to him that's explored when all you do is be *kind* to him. In turn proving to him there even is kindness in the world left, and that he's allowed/deserves some of it.

#this is hard but i do have to vote befriending fenris bc i have to say.. #as much as i love his romance (and i do) there is something so rewarding about going thru his whole story as a friend #and never hitting the flirts i mean pure friendship #and just.. being there for him as he starts figuring out what freedom means for him via @valeskaswatch

yes yes

YES!!!!!

i dont understand people who rival him or just never talk to him, his conversations are always so wonderful, especially if you use a lot of "nice" (blue hawke) responses. He really responds to it, doesn't dismiss it and you can tell throughout the game he really starts to get closer and closer to hawke, like he's never had a true friend before, and he starts to open up and believe in himself. and i love the way he is grateful to hawke for talking with him he goes through a lot of personal growth. he just needs hope and understanding and he gets it. its BEAUTIFUL to watch, from someone whose had so much pain and trauma.

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Same image but talking about the quote

Also NO I don't care if it's not that deep, or it's just a game blah blah blah leave then, don't read my rant, have a nice day

[Image text: Fenris saying "Meeting you was the most important thing that ever happened to me, Hawke." Before the final battle at the temples or mages base whatever]

I almost always romance Fenris (or Merrill) so I've seen this line many times. And I think it's hands down the most romantic, loving, possibly deepest line delivered. The most important thing. To ever happen. To Fenris.

Fenris

He's been enslaved, has been through an extremely painful ritual, so bad in fact he can't recall anything before the pain. Not even his name. His family. Those things (until he hears and sees them years later) are gone. Fenris as we know him was born from pain.

On top of that, after this pain, he is still a slave. Submitting, serving, protecting the very man who enforced such pain upon him. There's many dark things and abuse implied within the lore too.

Then, he gets away! The things happen in Seheron, he flees, winds up with Hawke and crew.

He kills the man who enslaved him. Kills the man who did horrid things to him, ripped his life away and bore him anew of pain and power.

He gets his revenge. He learns to read, grows emotionally, has friends. Has a new life of his own making.

All of this. All of that. And it's Hawke. Should they die in their next battle, Fenris wants his last words to Hawke to be "You are the most important things that's ever happened to me." I find so much beauty, and love in those words. In his life filled with utter misery lies, abuse, death, betrayal...none of that compares to Hawke. None of it, in his mind, heart, and soul, his last words. Saying that Hawke is the most important things that's ever happened to him.

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Buckle up, I have more thoughts: Featuring da2 Fenris

It's not about this specific screenshot, I just love this line.

This concerns my thoughts and feelings about Fenris learning to read (while in a romance with Hawke specifically). Because GOD. MAKER. ANDRASTES BOUNCING TITS YOU GUYS.

Imagine it. You're in love, you're scared, yes, but in love. You've ran from that love, leaving them with a heart you wish you never had to break. Your own, that you thought dead before they came, before they cared, before...them. Now you're...friends. Companions. This implicit but formal trust still hanging around that he'd safe your life and you'd save his. Without question. Then. One night, one that wasn't special, until Hawke came. Bringing him a gift. Wine? A sword? Gossip? No. None of that. It's a book.

You know the scene, he gets angry, offended, Hawke explains it's a gift of love, not a gift of mockery. He calms. Admits to them that he can't enjoy it. He lacks what other would see as a basic skill. Hawke offers to help. No placation. No pity. Aid. The heart he broke offers to him understanding in this matter.

The implications. The nights Hawke must've come over, using their basic Lothering education to help Fenris. The church, often used as a school to teach children was by no means proper schooling. It's been years for Hawke since then. What they have isn't much either, but they'll be damned if it's not enough. Never once do they laugh at him, chuckle, or even grow impatient. Never compare it to teaching a child. Even when he fumbles words, mispronounces as he's only heard them said in passing, or not at all. Never when he complains about the rules of the way your mouth must move to enunciate. Hawke doesn't waver, snap, or regret.

This insecurity is treated with the respect, the nourishment it needs to be remedied. After several months Hawke loans books to Fenris, insisting they'll talk about them later. When Fenris can't sleep he reads them, idle thoughts of the way Hawke would read it, what these words would sound like coming from their mouth. It helps, somehow. When he's struggling.

When they meet they discuss. Fenris isn't afraid to say he didn't understand something, or struggled with a word he'd yet to see.

He reads The Book Of Shartan after sometime of it laying about. Had Hawke read it? Did they know he should read it? He did enjoy it, relate to it. Then...why does this victory, this goal he's met...it doesn't fulfill him. Hawke will be thrilled, he can see the smile on their face now.

Then what? Does Hawke stop coming over again? Will it only be Fenris and the books now? The books he reads and the references he now understands? The ability of some others to look down on him is gone, but they'll find another reason. What does all this new knowledge bring him?

Deep sorrows. To read pages, novels, about struggles he's seen, and ones he hasn't. Knowledge about slaves that's false, and true. He could read the Makers book now, as well as other religious texts, Qun texts, though they're hard to find.

All of this, and he reads them in Hawkes voice, following words on the pages as Hawkes fingers would have underlined them. Sometimes he wishes they still read to him. Or he to them. He writes, his own thoughts for the first time. They're mostly to Hawke. Explanations, pleas, worries and bargains. He never gives them to Hawke. No matter how many things he can read, no matter what words he learns and can write. They're never right, they're never enough, they never will be.

How do you repay such a gift from the heart you broke? How do you show appreciation when you ran and left them behind. How do handle it when they caught up, and held your hand through another struggle.

Words aren't enough.

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Buckle up, I have more thoughts: Featuring da2 Fenris

It's not about this specific screenshot, I just love this line.

This concerns my thoughts and feelings about Fenris learning to read (while in a romance with Hawke specifically). Because GOD. MAKER. ANDRASTES BOUNCING TITS YOU GUYS.

Imagine it. You're in love, you're scared, yes, but in love. You've ran from that love, leaving them with a heart you wish you never had to break. Your own, that you thought dead before they came, before they cared, before...them. Now you're...friends. Companions. This implicit but formal trust still hanging around that he'd safe your life and you'd save his. Without question. Then. One night, one that wasn't special, until Hawke came. Bringing him a gift. Wine? A sword? Gossip? No. None of that. It's a book.

You know the scene, he gets angry, offended, Hawke explains it's a gift of love, not a gift of mockery. He calms. Admits to them that he can't enjoy it. He lacks what other would see as a basic skill. Hawke offers to help. No placation. No pity. Aid. The heart he broke offers to him understanding in this matter.

The implications. The nights Hawke must've come over, using their basic Lothering education to help Fenris. The church, often used as a school to teach children was by no means proper schooling. It's been years for Hawke since then. What they have isn't much either, but they'll be damned if it's not enough. Never once do they laugh at him, chuckle, or even grow impatient. Never compare it to teaching a child. Even when he fumbles words, mispronounces as he's only heard them said in passing, or not at all. Never when he complains about the rules of the way your mouth must move to enunciate. Hawke doesn't waver, snap, or regret.

This insecurity is treated with the respect, the nourishment it needs to be remedied. After several months Hawke loans books to Fenris, insisting they'll talk about them later. When Fenris can't sleep he reads them, idle thoughts of the way Hawke would read it, what these words would sound like coming from their mouth. It helps, somehow. When he's struggling.

When they meet they discuss. Fenris isn't afraid to say he didn't understand something, or struggled with a word he'd yet to see.

He reads The Book Of Shartan after sometime of it laying about. Had Hawke read it? Did they know he should read it? He did enjoy it, relate to it. Then...why does this victory, this goal he's met...it doesn't fulfill him. Hawke will be thrilled, he can see the smile on their face now.

Then what? Does Hawke stop coming over again? Will it only be Fenris and the books now? The books he reads and the references he now understands? The ability of some others to look down on him is gone, but they'll find another reason. What does all this new knowledge bring him?

Deep sorrows. To read pages, novels, about struggles he's seen, and ones he hasn't. Knowledge about slaves that's false, and true. He could read the Makers book now, as well as other religious texts, Qun texts, though they're hard to find.

All of this, and he reads them in Hawkes voice, following words on the pages as Hawkes fingers would have underlined them. Sometimes he wishes they still read to him. Or he to them. He writes, his own thoughts for the first time. They're mostly to Hawke. Explanations, pleas, worries and bargains. He never gives them to Hawke. No matter how many things he can read, no matter what words he learns and can write. They're never right, they're never enough, they never will be.

How do you repay such a gift from the heart you broke? How do you show appreciation when you ran and left them behind. How do handle it when they caught up, and held your hand through another struggle.

Words aren't enough.

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Adding Meg for anyone who wants her make sure your friends know you're a tsundere baddie 💖💖

Yoooo

More heart memes, this one I'm aiming at Zagreus simps and Thanatos simps. Come get ya Arizona tea

You're welcome, no problem, hold your applause

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Yoooo I see your tags bro, I'll add her to the queue 👀👀👀 just 4 u bb

Yoooo

More heart memes, this one I'm aiming at Zagreus simps and Thanatos simps. Come get ya Arizona tea

You're welcome, no problem, hold your applause

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Yoooo

More heart memes, this one I'm aiming at Zagreus simps and Thanatos simps. Come get ya Arizona tea

You're welcome, no problem, hold your applause

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For my bestie, made another heart edit of a couple of her boys who don't have many. Idk maybe send me a request and I'll do one for you! When I have time obvs but I wouldn't mind 💖💖

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Hey Diavolo simps come get ya juice

I couldn't find any Diavolo heart memes I liked so I made one, use it

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i have some thoughts

I am not super into Satan, as a written character, because I think his writing is actually super inconsistent. But. Like. I saw this. I see this. I'm looking at this gif. And I feel the need to talk about it, and obnoxiously read too much into an otome game character, that I think is written eh-ly. 

So here's the thoughts: 

Imagine. Imagine what's happening here. You come into the world as you know it, no context, pure feeling. The feeling of intense wind, but not flying, falling. Falling is the first thing you feel. When you open your eyes, your first sight: abandonment. Being hurled away from something you know nothing of. Pushed, thrown, forced from the one and only thing you’ve ever seen. It’s home, it's beautiful, it's nothing to you, and everything. Your first thoughts are not of anger, aren’t of curiosity. they are of sorrow. They are of a loss. A loss of a life you never had, haven't had the chance to have. Everything you've never known, ever earned, is being torn away from you at the first second you open your eyes. You are forced to mourn a life that was never yours.

Anger isn't a primary emotion, it's secondary, it masks other things we feel. I truly believe Satan, amongst too many other canon reasons, harbors so much contempt for Lucifer because Lucifer forces him to be Anger. He was born of anger. Angry for something he never got to love, and enjoy the good side of. losing what was never his to have. Lucifer can have all the good memories, time with Lilith, the other brothers when they were angels. Satan? Satan has literal hell and demon brothers to teach and guide him in the ways of a world he's had no experience in. Brothers who are struggling to cope with their new selves as well. Who are in no place to be caring for a new soul, a raw soul, who can only, by design, experience burning hatred inside. 

I know it's not that deep, but god. I be having feelings.