#continuing to develop the brainrot even further

[venfaaniik]

catching up,,, finished s3 👁️

[adaptacy]

could you do a pt. 2 to the johnny getting the reader pregnant? i wanna see what the family says when they find out— do they still want her dead or are they all about having more family members? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

hi~!! i was lowkey gonna make a part 2 anyways cause the brainrot started flowin so ofc!

tw: developing stockholm, implied noncon, forced preg, threats of cannibalism/death, etc

"Let's get you out of those clothes, hm?" Johnny offered, reaching down for the bottom of the shirt that hung loosely over your frame, practically engulfing it. He didn't have any clothes your size, and sure as hell didn't have the money to get any, so he'd simply given you his own shirts and had miraculously managed to convince Nancy to hand over two of her pairs of underwear. That made three including the underwear you'd been wearing when he captured you so long ago.

Yeah, you were hardly living lavishly.

You shifted, awkward and nervous as he pulled his shirt off of you, letting it fall to the ground. Even though the kisses he scattered over your neck were soft, even if the hands on your chest were gentle, he wasn't either of those things. He was rough, and inhuman, and despicable.

But he'd saved you, hadn't he?

You weren't sure what you preferred more; death or purgatory.

Johnny's hands slid down your waist and peeled off your underwear, letting it fall to your ankles as you hesitantly stepped out of it. His hands, thankfully, were removed from your skin and he stepped past you, running a bath as you slinked against a wall, your eyes on the floor.

After a few minutes, Johnny was lowering you into the tub, and although he began cupping water and pouring it onto your hair, he paused when he heard the front door open.

"I'll be back," he alerted, and you gave a small nod, continuing what he started as you washed yourself. Johnny left the room, and after a minute or two, you could hear Nancy's voice alongside his own.

"How much longer?" She asked, already sounding upset, and it didn't take you long to realize that she was referencing you.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Remember how I was tellin' you about-"

"Boy, don't play games. I'm tired'a you beatin' around this same damn bush all the time. You ain't been huntin', you ain't been stickin' round for dinner, yer always with that damn girl. It's past time," she demanded, and you winced, sinking further into the bathtub.

"Ma- Nancy, please, just listen'ta me for a sec. I know what you've been sayin', I- I know I was taking a long time, but-"

"You killin 'er or am I?"

"What?"

"Are you killin' her, or am I."

"Nancy, can't we just talk about this for a sec? I- I have somethin' I wanna tell you, it's 'bout the girl. I promise I ain't just stallin' fer time, it's just-"

"I'm done with it, Johnny. She's been distractin' you long enough," Nancy snapped, and you heard a heavy sigh from Johnny, and then footsteps. Approaching footsteps.

"Wait, wait, you don't- Let me talk to you, please!" Johnny strained, and you didn't think you'd ever heard so much emotion in his voice. He sounded like a kid trying to get himself out of trouble. Desperate, even.

"Johnny, I warned you's. I told you that so long as you was stayin' our hunter, it wouldn't be a problem. But she made it a problem. And it's her fault. Yer losin' sight o'yer goals," Nancy replied, her voice nearing you.

"No, I know what you mean, just- Nancy!" Johnny called out, and you could hear them enter the bedroom. You crossed your arms over your chest, and Nancy stomped closer and closer to the room. "Please, Nancy, she's pregnant!"

Just as he called after her, she stepped into the bathroom, her eyes landing on the store-bought test laying on the bathroom counter. Johnny stumbled in after her, standing next to her as he glanced between the test and the woman. "What the hell did you do, boy?"

Dinner was tense. Awkward. Uncomfortable.

Prying eyes from every direction. You just stared at your plate. You weren't hungry. You didn't even want to imagine what the meat was.

"Darlin', eat up. It's pork. Gotta keep healthy. Y'know. For them," Johnny encouraged, taking a seat next to you and gently nudging your plate towards you. You stared at it for a few more seconds, and you heard Johnny sigh, preparing to say something more, but you reached for your fork before he did.

You picked up a small slice of pork with the utensil, taking a small bite out of it. Tasted like pork. Felt like pork. You prayed it was.

"I think she's cute. Y'all will have cute babies," a girl giggled, and Johnny replied with a small smile.

"I- I never seen a stranger's baby 'fore. N-never seen a pregnant... victim 'fore, either..." A shaky male spoke, and Johnny's smile turned into a frown.

"She's not a victim," Johnny sighed, taking a bite out of his food.

"The hell have you gotten us into, boy?" Another male asked, this one sounding much older, but you didn't bother picking your head up to look at them.

"Can y'all just eat dinner?" Johnny growled, and you nearly flinched, the tone being scarily reminiscent of his demands while he was inside of you. You shifted at the thought, wondering if your situation meant that the sexual aspects of his.. interest in you would come to an end.

Something told you it wasn't going to be that easy.

"Does this mean I'll finally get a sister?" The girl said again, her grin apparent in her voice. "Oh, Johnny, yer such a sweetie. Gettin' me a girl I can talk.. girl stuff with," she giggled.

"She ain't yours. Not your sister or your friend."

"S-so... why ain't we eatin' her? What.. what makes her special?" The nervous one asked.

"Because Johnny needs to learn to deal with the goddamn consequences of his actions," Nancy sighed.

"So, he can keep 'er?" A still-giggling voice asked, and it earned a familiar sigh from Nancy.

"If he keeps huntin'. If not, she's our dinner. Babe or not," the woman answered, and even Johnny seemed a bit uncomfortable at the threat.

"I'll keep hunting. She ain't gonna be eaten."

[svmbers]

hi i have a request! jordan li x reader where jordan tries to break up with reader to stop readers parents from refusing to pay tuition/disowning them

thanks !!!! <3

oh nonnie, thank you so much for your request! i hope i delivered and that you like it <3 also, the jordan li brainrot is still very real, so i’m always happy to get requests about them! i can’t wait for s2 in sept

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It’s Because I Love You

pairing: jordan li x fem!reader (refrained from gender specific details, but my writings are generally assumed to be fem!reader since i’m female)

summary: jordan and you have been dating openly for almost a year … well, openly to everyone except your parents. when they find out you’re dating a bigender supe, they forbid you from seeing jordan and threaten to take away your tuition. jordan decides to take matters into their own hands.

content warnings: angst, transphobia, toxic parent relationships

word count: about 4.0k

notes: seeing jordan sad or in pain breaks my heart, but i’m also a sucker for angst 💔 please let me know what you guys think of this! feedback is always welcomed and appreciated <3

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Godolkin University was your dream school. Ever since you found out you had powers, you’d dreamed of harnessing those powers for good at God U so you could eventually make it into The Seven. What you didn’t expect was to meet the person of your dreams as well.

You were starting your first year at God U and taking Professor Brink’s crime fighting class. You felt immensely grateful to be accepted despite only being a freshman, and you knew you had to do well to further solidify that you belonged. Which is why, when you end up with a lower than expected grade on one of your early semester assignments, you visit Brink’s office to ask him about.

Only Brink wasn’t there — his TA was. Jordan Li. That’s how you first met Jordan. They were cold and callous at first, giving you offhanded comments about how your work could be better and that you were too young to even be in the class. But as you continued to push and work harder, you proved that you did in fact belong in this class, and Jordan admired your ambition and dedication.

Jordan was slow to warm up to you at first. Even though they admired your work ethic, they’re the kind of person to not let their guard down right away. Plus, you were a freshman and they were a junior. They were in the thick of their college career while you were only getting started. But as you visited Brink’s office more and more (sometimes only as an excuse to see them), they couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for you. You two would hang out as friends, run into each other at parties, and they’d even helped you study for Brink’s tests.

During one of these study sessions, they confessed their feelings to you — which you of course reciprocated — and the two of you began dating. You were absolutely smitten, and so were they. You guys didn’t keep your relationship a secret from anyone…except for your parents.

Which brings you to where you are now. You’ve just finished up your freshman year at God U, and you’re feeling antsy about summer break. Summer break meant seeing Jordan less than usual, and it also meant having to come clean to your parents that you’re in a relationship now. If you wanted to spend time with Jordan over the summer, you couldn’t sneak around your parents, and you didn’t want to.

You’re packing up the last of your belongings in your dorm when you hear a knock at your door. You open it to see your parents standing in front of you, immediately embracing you in a hug before stepping inside. You’re happy to see them, even if you are a bit anxious about telling them how you’re no longer single.

“We’ve missed you, Y/N. You’ll have to catch us up on what’s been happening since spring break,” your mom says with a smile. You’d visited home that week of spring break, and that week felt achingly long without seeing Jordan in person. You were stuck with only texting, not wanting to reveal your relationship to your parents yet.

You weren’t ashamed of Jordan — actually, the opposite. In fact, around campus, almost everyone regarded you as a power couple. But your parents are strict when it comes to school and what goes on in your social life. They believe that school is top priority and that you shouldn’t even be thinking about dating until after you’ve graduated.

You offer your mom a sheepish smile as you continue packing up your last box before heading home.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you guys, too,” you respond, your mind overthinking every single scenario that could play out in result of telling your parents your secret. You haphazardly tape up your last box of belongings, clutching it to your chest as you make your way out of your dorm with your parents.

You’re reaching the exit to the dorm hall when Jordan simultaneously enters, their eyes lighting up when seeing you and saying your name before taking in your parents’ presence. They had come by to say one last goodbye before you left, but now they look like a deer caught in headlights. Your face flushes from anxiety and dread, knowing you can’t avoid this any longer. You go to step beside Jordan, box still clutched to your chest, when you steel yourself to look at your parents.

“Y/N? Who’s this?” your dad asks curiously, his voice a bit guarded as he takes in Jordan. Jordan is currently in their male form, and they go to shake your dad’s hand out of politeness and respect, wanting to make a good first impression.

“Hi, I’m Jordan Li,” they introduce themself, offering your mom a warm smile after shaking your dad’s hand. Your parents offer smiles back, but they both look strained. You feel your heart pounding against your ribs, wanting to be anywhere but here. Just rip off the bandaid, you think to yourself. You clear your throat and stand a bit taller, your shoulder brushing against Jordan’s.

“Um, Mom? Dad? This is Jordan. They’re my partner,” you say a bit timidly. You hate how nervous you are about introducing your partner, the person you love with your whole heart. It doesn’t seem fair to you that you can’t freely express your relationship to your parents without feeling some resistance.

Both of your parents notice the pronoun you used to describe Jordan, and they look at you apprehensively.

“They?” your dad asks, his brow furrowed. You never noticed how harsh the lines on his face are until this very moment. Jordan interjects, wanting to take some of the pressure off of you. This is about their power, after all.

“Yes, Sir. I can shift and change genders, both offering different kinds of powers depending on which form I’m in,” they explain. They’re trying to put on a brave face, but you can tell by the way they fiddle with their rings that they’re nervous. They’re always nervous when telling someone new about how they’re bigender. They seem to relax a bit when they feel your hand slip into theirs, squeezing it gently to comfort them.

Both of your parents seem flabbergasted by this. You feel dread swirl in your stomach, and you can’t help but wonder why Jordan’s power in particular would make them uncomfortable. Your parents had injected you with Compound V as a baby, just like Jordan’s parents did with them. Any power was on the table.

Your parents’ demeanors turn cold and disbelieving, and your dad lunges forward to grab your forearm, pulling you away from Jordan. “Let’s go, Y/N. We want to beat traffic so we can get home at a normal hour,” he says gruffly before turning towards Jordan one last time. “Nice meeting you, but we have to get going now.”

Your dad tugs you out of the dorm hall, your mom trailing closely behind. You whip your head around to look at Jordan, your face etched with dread and worry. Jordan is staring back at you, their face resembling a kicked puppy. Your heart aches in your chest as you try to pry out of your dad’s hand.

Your dad takes your last box from your grip and throws it into the trunk of the car with the others before rushing you into the backseat, slamming the door shut behind you. You sit there, dumbfounded, your heart racing in your chest. Your dad climbs into the driver seat while your mom slides into the passenger seat. Your mom hasn’t said a word, and your dad’s shoulders are as tense as the air feels.

“What— What the hell was that about?” you sputter with a bewildered expression, still dumbfounded by what just happened. Your dad holds up a hand as if to stop you from talking.

“Enough. I forbid you from seeing that boy— person— whatever they are— any longer. Do you understand?” your dad announces sternly, his knuckles turning white from how tight he grips the steering wheel. Your mom shifts uncomfortably in her seat but doesn’t make an effort to disagree with him.

“Is this because of school and my grades? Because I’m doing great! I made Dean’s list both semesters. Jordan even helped me study for the crime fighting class since they’re the professor’s TA,” you try to explain, your phone vibrating in your pocket. You hold off from looking at it for now, wanting to appease your parents so you can continue seeing Jordan.

“I don’t care. You know school comes first, and the fact that you’re dating someone who doesn’t know which gender they want to be tells me you’re slipping. This is ludicrous. No more seeing this person, Y/N, I mean it,” your dad responds gruffly. His tone holds such disdain that you’d never heard in him before. You knew revealing that you’re dating now would be a sore spot, but you weren’t quite expecting this.

You guffaw at him through the rearview mirror, but you can’t bring yourself to argue any further when you see the fury in his eyes. You sink into your seat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Your phone vibrates again, and you finally take it out of your pocket to check it.

Messages from Jord <3:

Is everything okay? Did I say something wrong with your parents?

They don’t like me, do they? They’re freaked out that I’m bigender.

You feel your heart drop to your feet as you wipe a stray tear away from your eyes. God, this is so fucked up. Why couldn’t your parents just let you be happy? Your thumbs fly across your screen as you reply back, wanting nothing more than to be with Jordan instead of in this stupid car.

You didn’t say anything wrong, Jord. You were so polite and respectful. I’m so sorry they acted like that. I knew they’d be apprehensive about me dating, but I didn’t know they’d go to this extreme.

Your teeth worry your bottom lip as you press send, awaiting a response. When you don’t hear back from them right away, you don’t let yourself panic. They’re probably just needing some time to debrief and clear their head after this experience. But when you make it back home a few hours later with still no response, you start to worry.

Jord? Are you okay? Please respond when you get this, I want to know you’re alright.

You hadn’t spoken to your parents the rest of that car ride home. The tension in the air was palpable and thick, practically suffocating. As soon as you made it home, you rushed to bring all of your stuff inside to your bedroom, wanting to isolate yourself and avoid your parents as quickly as possible. Now you’re sitting on your bed, shaking your leg anxiously as you await a reply from Jordan.

Instead of texting you back, they call you. You breathe a sigh of relief before accepting the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Oh, my God, Jord, are you okay? I was so worried,” you murmur when you answer the phone. Your voice is shaking from the adrenaline of everything that’s happened today. You hear Jordan breathe through the other line.

“I’m fine. I just needed some time to think. Are you okay? Your dad pulled you away so quickly,” they respond, their voice sounding conflicted and raw. You wonder if they’d been crying.

“Not really. My parents — or rather, my dad — forbid me from seeing you anymore,” you explain, your voice starting to crack as you replay the conversation in your mind.

“I don’t get them, Jord, I just don’t. My grades are fine, so why can’t they just want me to be happy? They’re out of their minds if they think they can stop me from being with you.” You hear shuffling through the receiver before Jordan speaks again.

“They— They forbid you from seeing me?” they ask, their voice sounding choked up. Your heart aches as you imagine their brown, baby cow eyes looking so sad.

“Listen, baby, it doesn’t matter, okay? I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions,” you try to reassure them, your voice soft and comforting. They clear their throat before speaking again.

“So we have to go back to sneaking around them,” they state rather than ask, their voice sounding defeated. You run a hand through your hair as you sigh, wanting nothing more than to be physically next to them instead of being separated by a phone.

“I guess so,” you murmur. Your lips twist as you fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“But we can make this work, okay? I’m not losing you,” you state, trying your hardest to keep your voice from wavering.

“Yeah. Okay. I don’t want to lose you either,” they respond after a moment. You can tell they’re feeling insecure and conflicted about all of this, and it makes your heart clench. You both eventually say goodbye to each other and hang up. A dull headache is starting to form in the middle of your eyebrows from how much you want to cry.

We’ll make it through this. It’ll be okay, you think to yourself as you drift to sleep that night.

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It’s been a few weeks since that car ride home with your parents. You’ve spent the beginning of the summer walking on eggshells around your parents — especially your dad — so as to not get into any more arguments. Dinners as a family were tense. Your dad’s face was still set in those hard lines, and your mom looks between the both of you to see which will break the quiet first.

Your mom has been kinder than your dad about everything, but still not as supportive as you’d hoped she’d be.

“Think about your grades, sweetheart. You don’t need any kinds of distractions,” she’d said. It’s like she’s trying to be Switzerland in all of this, to appease both you and your dad. It’s not working.

Text conversations with Jordan haven’t been enough to hold you over from seeing them in person. You’d made plans one night shortly after everything happened to secretly meet each other at a park close to the both of you, and you both could barely keep your hands off of each other when first seeing each other.

“Y/N, I hate that we have to sneak around your parents,” Jordan had said that night, their face crumbling as their voice sounded defeated again. They’re feeling insecure, and they know part of the reason your parents forbid you from seeing them is because they’re bigender. They’d said this in their female form, and you ran your fingers soothingly through their short hair.

“I know. Me too. I wish they were supportive of us. But their opinions don’t matter, okay? I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured softly, your voice gentle as you bring them into a hug.

You got home late that night, and your mom was still awake, sitting in the kitchen. You’d told her you were hanging out with your best friend, but she looked at you suspiciously, like she didn’t believe you. Still, she didn’t say anything as you headed up to bed.

Tonight, your parents are going out of town for their anniversary, leaving you home alone for the weekend. You’d let Jordan know, inviting them over to stay with you while they were gone. What your parents don’t know won’t hurt them. Your mom and dad pack up the car with their bags and head off onto the road after telling you goodbye.

Things with your dad have started to calm down, relieving some of the tension that’d been hanging around the house for weeks. You made sure you knew when your parents would be back so Jordan could leave before then, not wanting them to catch you guys.

Jordan arrives, overnight bag in hand, and immediately pulls you into a hug, lifting your feet off the ground and spinning you briefly. You giggle softly in their ear, feeling ecstatic that they’re with you.

“God, I’ve missed you so much,” they mumble into your neck, pressing a kiss to your soft skin. You shiver and feel butterflies swarm your tummy — lovesick. Nothing that feels this right could ever be wrong.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you murmur back. You pull away to look at them, a big smile on your face.

“Let’s drop your stuff off in my room, then we can settle in for the night and have a movie marathon,” your tone is jovial but suggestive, and Jordan’s eyes twinkle with amusement.

“I can get into that,” they smirk, walking with you to your room. They plop their bag down on your bed as you linger behind them in the doorway.

You both can’t help yourselves in this moment, the tension in the air thick, because you’re suddenly moving them to sit on your bed as you straddle their hips, pulling them into a deep kiss. Their strong arms loop around your waist, fingers fisting the fabric of your shirt as if to keep you close.

Your hands tangle through their inky locks, tugging softly at the roots and causing them to gasp into your mouth. You smirk, the kiss growing deeper.

“What the hell is going on here?” you suddenly hear your dad shout, his voice booming. You jump and scurry off of Jordan’s lap, your lips pink and swollen as you’re slightly out of breath. Jordan’s cheeks are red, looking mortified and guilty.

“Dad! I thought you guys were away for the weekend?” you ask, voice high pitched from shock. Your mom lingers behind your dad in the hallway, her eyes showing disappointment. You feel sick.

“Our plans were cancelled. Don’t try and change the subject. What did I tell you, Y/N? I forbid you from seeing—,” your dad pauses, jerking his hand in Jordan’s direction, “and you purposely go against me?” Your dad’s voice is loud. Scary. Practically shaking with fury and rage. Tears burn your eyes as you blink them back, not wanting to cry in front of everyone.

“I love them, Dad. I’m an adult. You can’t stop me from being with who I want.” Your heart is pounding against your chest, and you swear everyone can hear it. Your jaw clenches, moving to stand in front of Jordan so they don’t have to look at your dad’s stony face.

“Oh, you’re an adult, huh? Then good luck paying the rest of your way through college. Godolkin University isn’t cheap, Y/N, and I refuse to pay your way through if you’re going to continue seeing… them,” your dad threatens. He’s so full of disdain, his heart probably black and unfeeling.

It wasn’t the money part that made you despise your dad in this moment. It was how disrespectful they talked about Jordan, especially when they’re sitting right behind you, hearing everything. You look over to your mom, and her eyes are glassy. But she doesn’t interfere or stand up for you and Jordan. Coward.

You grab Jordan’s hand and their overnight bag, pulling them out of your room. Past your dad, past your mom, past everything in this house that’s linked to your parents. The door slams shut behind you as you both stand in your driveway. Silent tears managed to slip down your cheeks. You’re furious.

“Jordan, baby, I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry. If I had known they’d come back—,” Jordan interrupts you, softly putting their hand on your arm.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know,” they murmur. They have a far away look in their eyes, one you didn’t like. Jaw clenching, you narrow your eyes at them, studying them.

“What?” you ask, voice strained from distress. You cup their jaw, wanting them to look at you.

“Baby, what?” you ask again.

Jordan looks down at you, their eyes solemn and heartbroken. No. Their jaw clenches before they finally have the courage to speak, the next words out of their mouth feeling like a punch to the gut.

“I think we should break up,” they whisper, eyes glancing away from you again as if it physically hurts to look at you.

Your lips part, your heart cracking in your ribs. You immediately shake your head and cup their jaw a little tighter, trying to get them to look at you once more.

“No. No, Jord, please don’t do this. I love you,” you plead, your voice small and thick with tears. They pull away from you, their own face twisting in pain.

“I can’t be what comes between you and your parents. I can’t let them take away your tuition. You deserve to be at God U more than anyone I know. I won’t let them take that away from you just because of me,” they say. They sound determined, but heartbroken. You know they must be feeling insecure and conflicted while you feel like the entire world has been pulled out from underneath you.

Your hands fall to your sides, dumbfounded by their words. You should feel pride at their praise, at how they think you deserve to be at God U more than anyone, but you only feel how horribly your chest hurts. Shaking your head, you step towards them again. You look like a kicked puppy, doe eyed and in agony.

“Please don’t do this, baby, I can figure something else out! I can work my way through school; I don’t care. As long as I’m with you,” you plead. Their face crumbles as they hear your words, taking another step back.

“This is for your own good, Y/N. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I can’t get in the way of your dreams.” They run their hand through their hair with a bated breath, looking as absolutely ruined as you feel on the inside.

“I love you. And it’s because I love you that I have to walk away.”

Your chin trembles as you watch them head to their car, throwing their bag into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel. The door slams as the engine roars to life. They glance at you one last time through the rearview mirror before pulling out of your driveway, taking a part of you with them.

You feel numb as you walk back into the house. It’s the type of heartbreak where tears won’t form, no matter how much you feel like you need to cry. Your mom is in the kitchen, her eyes wide and concerned as she takes in your expression. She looks guilty, like she regrets letting everything happen. She walks to hug you, but you brush her off.

Your dad had already retreated to his room, the door closed shut. Good. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him right now. You enter your room — the same room you’d just been so happy to be in with Jordan — and collapse onto your bed. Their cologne had already made home in the air, leaving your senses haunted by their memory.

Jordan’s gone. They cut ties with you in hopes of making you happy, of following your dreams at God U. But how can you be happy at God U if they’re not by your side anymore? How are you going to face them in the halls?

You isolate yourself in your room, shielding yourself from the outside world. Jordan is no longer yours. All that’s left of them is the photographs you share, the gifts they’d gotten you, and their scent lingering in the air. They’re a haunting presence in your life now, only existing to remind you of what could have been.

[stply]

"men who fantasize about rape specifically should be shot" yes

"no one is trying to normalize rape. making a game about rape isn't normalizing it." are you high

"the developers of the game itself only wrote that game description to get a rise out of people, it's not something they actually believe" citation needed

You live like this? 19 years old and already brainrotted by pornography. Sad!

I know what that nasty pro-c in your “anti” statement means—funny, but most people don’t feel the need to clarify pedos and zoophiles should stay the fuck away from their blog. Because you’re actually just fine with them, as long as they ~say~ they won’t really do it.

Throw your phone and all electronics into a lake. And maybe yourself, but let’s try to be optimistic about you one day no longer being a rapist piece of shit. Dumbass.

what about women who fantasize about rape then? do they also deserve to be murdered by your standard? or is it different because you view them as dainty little objects who could never think about something so crass?

nah. is making games about murder normalizing murder? is making games about cannibalism normalizing cannibalism?

citation given. from the game's website.

"brainrotted by pornography" is a funny phrase. i actually don't watch porn and i have no interest in seeing real people have sex, i don't even experience sexual attraction like that.

my blocklist is written like that because pedophilia, zoophilia, etc are mental disorders and if people are trying to get better then i don't see the harm in interacting with them. people who aren't trying to get better do in fact disgust me and i hate any harmful paraphile that acts on their attractions, but if they are actively in therapy and aren't hurting anyone then i don't fucking care.

and i'm not a rapist. it's unhealthy to fantasize about someone you clearly don't like being a rapist just to make yourself angry.

as of this ask anons are off. if you're going to ridicule and shame me, say it with your full chest. i'm just going to delete your asks and block anyway, i'm not interested in continuing whatever this is any further. i'd say let's go back to never knowing each other, but this is tumblr. i'm gonna get shit on for a long time.

p.s. to anyone reading: i'm not a woman nor am i a man. just some food for thought.

[vxn3llasblog]

My take on ai (except I have strong opinions on the subject and this has already probably been said by people when I wrote it I tried to make it interesting and not so serious and stuffy rather than just regurgitating what I have learned so read or don’t )

(I originally didn’t have any major issues with ai but didn’t see the need for it either. I have used ai like 2-3 times so I’m not gonna pretend to have never used it also disclaimer I wrote this while sleep deprived or lacking air due to congestion and recovering from a sickness so the English may not be English-ing)

AI has a surplus of problems from lack of human empathy, harming the environment, to psychological distress and the rise of anti intellectualism. The first thing I heard about ai being bad is the whole environment thing ai releases hundreds of thousands of pounds CO2, impacting the environment which has already experienced a variety harm. AI also lacks humanity and independent thinking. AI shouldn’t be used for any art form as art is based upon creativity, AI in the medical field lacks the same human compassion and understanding as a doctor who is also a human (the ai would mess up surgery and just keep following the programming instructions probably like “oops let me continue to screw this surgery up and potentially disfigure you” depends on how good it is I suppose), and in technology… we as humans developed all this technology and now you want AI to do everything for you?? Yet AI only mirrors the input of the user, has low quality art (the google ai film video with them talking for example) has an uncanny eeriness and films would not be enjoyable to watch in theaters if they were anything remotely like this the lack of emotional depth would be insufferable and I would rather watch brainrot which is annoying but at least it conjures up some emotions (annoyance, confusion… perhaps I’m old wtf is skibidi, le poisson Steve however, I admire that fish and the creative non ai videos, that bipedal fish has my heart- I added this later because I can be quiet the fish is cute). The use of ai to make explicit content is also an issue especially with the rise of deepfakes. The lack of morals is atrocious but so is the lack of self discipline like the adult film industry is severely problematic but AI on top of that is an even bigger issue perpetuating false ideologies furthering the toxicity occurring in the dating world… whores, manwhores touch some grass ingest it even, let it consume your soul you need the grass (this is a joke). On a more clean note people falling in love with chat gpt… have you been diagnosed with narcissism per chance or at the very minimum are you slightly self absorbed? (though I would recommend going to a doctor if you think you might be and need help to get diagnosed as mental health is serious) The ai is algorithm based on you, it tells you what you want to hear it mirrors you. You are in love with metals, cords, computational circuits. Also AI gave my dad the wrong answer to a computer science question when I got stuck on said question… it’s stupid ai isn’t some wise all knowing being and it’s about as “deep” as anime psychology reels posted by a 14 year old. You should just educate yourself, learn art skills, hundreds of thousands of people will be displaced from jobs because they let ai take over, ai doesn’t have the same level of intelligence or emotional capacity as humans how are you gonna let something that depicts humans with 7 toes take your job be so good at what you do people prefer you over ai. Do I think technological advances and improvements should be made, of course I do however I think something that is more beneficial than harmful and doesn’t make humanity lazier than it already is would be preferable.

[jar-of-maise]

fontaine archon quest, furina story quest spoilers + brainrot

so after doing the 4.2 quest, i have to say that i really dislike the characterisation of the Traveller and Paimon. Obviously, there's a emotional appeal for the audience to see Furina's suffering but I don't like how we basically manipulate her, decieve her and then harass her straight after the main plot? Like girly says she doesn't want to return to acting and what do our beloved MC's do? Harass her until she agrees.

coming from a story writer's perspective, i can see how the story was done to further...idk character development but to be completely honest, i would have loved it if Furina died in the end, or even disliked the Traveller. Eitherway, I think that the reconciliation arc was so abrupt and quick for my liking. Of course, the question could always become, "if not now then when?" And my answer to that is, realistic forgiveness and closure is rarely present in real life. Yes, the game is fantasy and does not have to conform to reality but I can't help thinking that some depth has been missed/could've been added.

Furina doesn't get enough credit for her work - and maybe the tragedy and point of the quest was to highlight that. But like, I have to say the way everyone treated her during her trial (okay, I know, no one knew anything about shit at the time just let me rant), and worse, after the conclusion of the archon quest had me raging ngl.

Can you imagine playing this tortuous role for basically 500 years, staking your every hope upon a plan plotted by a "mirror you" you've only met once and never again? Not to mention that it might be all for naught?

And then the people you are trying to save isolateand ostracize you? You're tricked and fooled until the very "hope" you wish to maintain (the act) is basically destroyed? And when you've begun to finally find respite, you're forced back onto the stage and made fun of, called poor and mocked for ... not having a personality because you've been playing as someone else? Like, Traveller has their therapy, "makes character's better" moments but this was not one of them.

At the same time though, it makes the Traveller more realistic, which I can appreciate. They want answers, and the continuous theme of, "Archons not knowing jackshit or running away" is tiring. But like, you would have also thought that it could be a point of sympathy not just, making someone suffer????

Hello???

But Traveller and Paimon's extremely irritating actions aside, I can see it from everyone else's POV - that is, Fontaine is literally about to go under, and that for 500+ years the "god" they worship has been saying, "trust me," but hasn't done (in the eyes of the people) anything.

so idk, the archon quest makes me feel very conflicted, and honestly good for hoyoverse. but man, furina was quite literally dealt one of the worst cards to date.

TLDR; i rant about furina and how she deserved better but that tbf i would also be very confused if all i knew was a bratty archon doing nothing (seemingly) for the nation but....also, the injustice and unfair treatment furina got AFTER the archon quest - i could write a full essay about her character deadass x_x

[luvevee]

Hi again! I'm the same anon as before, haha. I loved reading your info dump and I definitely agree that people kind of gloss over a lot of Anya's interesting (and sometimes less favorable) traits. I really appreciate the way you look at this game with as much nuance as you do and I actually agree with pretty much everything you said tbh. Especially about autonomy and doing everything you can to help someone regardless of your feelings.

Also, (sorry to yap a little), she definitely was setting Curly up for suffering. Not to be intentionally cruel per se, but more so in the way that she seemed to choose avoiding discomfort over protecting Curly. (Which is kinda similar to what he did with her earlier in the game when it came to really confronting Jimmy. But Curly’s another discussion and a lot of people already acknowledge that he isn't perfect. Plus, I hate to keep ya for more paragraphs, lol).

I really just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed hearing your opinion in more detail, and I'm glad there's people digging into the layers of this story. Thanks for engaging and just generally being cool. I hope you continue brainrotting about Mouthwashing and feel better soon. ❤️

Anon stoooop you're making my sniffles worse /lh ALSO NO YOU YAP YOUR INTERESTS ARE IMPORTANT!! NO APOLOGIES FOR YAPPIN!!

I honestly bite down on the possibility that Anya made the choice to avoid further pain on her own end than to make sure Curly was at ease. It puts in perspective her repeating Curly's sadly optimistic phrase of defining moments since she knew without the pills he'd be in agony but still wanting to be selfish in her final moments. It really adds to her character and I'm all for character development even if it's "bad" cuz I'm a rat for that stuff it's my cheese

And no absolutely you're right, Curly's an entire discussion on his own and I am very eager to see more about him discussed. I'm personally not a fan of the idea he's just a naive soul getting manipulated by Jimmy most of the time but yeah paragraphs-

[umbracirrus]

Whoops. Balgruuf brainrot continues, I wrote a short little scene based on the drawing I did of him earlier. Obviously featuring my girl Elyse :3

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Everything was calm and quiet in Dragonsreach, a notable difference to the state of the palace during the day. Balgruuf was admittedly quite relieved at the change in pace, he could feel a headache developing right behind his eyes following on from all the noise and people who had been about that day.

It was incredibly peaceful where he had settled himself down, faint moonlight streaming in through cracks in the curtains that had been pulled across the windows, warmth and gentle light radiating from the fireplace which was quietly crackling opposite the seat he was sat on. He would have been in his office, but he much preferred the thought of unwinding as he read through the letters he needed to respond to when the morning came around.

He let out a quiet sigh as he picked up a sheet of paper from the top of the small stack, and began to skim through its contents.

Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, I am writing to you to inform you that…

He exhaled quietly through his nose as he attempted to make sense of the handwriting of whoever had sent him the letter. His eyes darted to the bottom of the page. It was a name which he believed that he recognised… somebody from Rorikstead, he believed.

Silently, he placed the letter down and reached behind his head to tie his hair up. It was strange, but he found that he could focus a lot better with it out of the way. He then turned his attention back to the letter, and allowed himself to get into a more comfortable position with his arm over the back of the wooden chair and his legs crossed over. He could certainly recline as he currently was on his throne, but there he had to at least keep up appearances.

… the quality of produce has been beyond expectations this year. As such, the prices of all goods will be increasing…

Money. It was always something to do with money…

Before he could read anything further in the letter, an arm suddenly appeared from over his shoulder, took hold of the paper, and pulled it from his hands.

“You look far to relaxed to be scrunching your face up like that, Balgruuf.”

He turned his head back, and the look on his face softened when he saw Elyse stood there, arms folded over with the letter partially crumpled up in her hands. She quickly discarded it atop the pile of other letters he had yet to look at as she then leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Perhaps reading through correspondence was my idea of relaxation.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” she sighed, shaking her head and pinching at the bridge of her nose for a moment, before the corner of her lips turned up. “Mind if I sit with you for a few minutes?”

He shuffled across the seat just slightly, leaving his arm still draped across the back as she quickly nestled herself in beside him. That arm then moved to around her shoulders, and he gave them a gentle squeeze as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. The scent of lavender and honey which she usually possessed was particularly strong that evening.

One of her arms gently draped around his torso, and he just about faintly heard her make a quiet but satisfied noise when her head nestled into his shoulder.

“No more work this evening, okay?”

He let out a quiet sigh, but nodded. “For you, I won’t.”

[aselysium]

⠀⠀Even though he’s a tester muse, I still have brainrot and that means one of my long winded ramble about my muse. Let’s discuss about Knives and humanity for a minute!

Knives' view of humanity has undergone a significant transformation from his youth to the present. So my knives will be more TriMax based so my rambling would have TriMax spoilers so advised to disregard this ramble or continue with risk.

The 98s adaptation on younger knives and Vash is interesting because they tackle the cycle of violence and more religious symbolism — both vash and knives are constantly subjected to physical abuse in the SEEDS ship by Steve. Steve symbolizes as mankind’s fear of the unknown and change. Soon the abuse is later reflected in Knives — so the twins frequently spend their time under an apple tree similar to the ‘ tree of the knowledge of good and evil ’ that carries the forbidden fruit.

98s Knives contemplates his reason for existence and you see a apple falls from the tree. While Vash see solace in Rem and love humanity despite its violence so Knives leaves and reject humanity because of its violence. When he shown again cutting his hair, an apple is shown on the floor with a bite out of it showing he tastes the forbidden fruit and gained a realization of the ‘truth’ of humanity.

This is presumably before the existence of Tesla, their sister, and first known independent. Now TriStamp interpretation is a bit more true to TriMax showing the brutalization to her corpse and what make Knives see the ‘truth’. Both adaptions still forget or fail to add that initially, Knives displayed a genuine curiosity about humans and a desire to understand and connect with them, whereas Vash held a more skeptical and cautious attitude towards human interaction.

Now, Knives' perception of humanity was tainted when he and Vash witnessed the brutalization of Tesla’s remains by the scientists. This encounter exposed Knives to the dark side of human nature and the capacity for cruelty. Witnessing such an act of violence tainted Knives' view of humanity, causing him to develop a deep-seated mistrust and disdain for humans.

Moreover, the revelation that Rem, the figure who raised both Knives and Vash, had kept this heinous act hidden from them added further complexity to Knives' psychological state. Knives loved and trusted Rem deeply, and the discovery of this secret shattered his perception of her. The fact that Rem withheld the truth from her adopted children led Knives to question her motives and the authenticity of her love for them.

The betrayal he felt from Rem and the realization that she had concealed the truth from him and Vash likely triggered feelings of abandonment, anger, and resentment.

Knives' trust in humanity was shattered, and he became disillusioned with the idea of coexistence and understanding. The trauma he endured during his formative years shaped his worldview, leading him to see the worst in humans and view them as inherently flawed and dangerous.

I do enjoy the more religious symbolism in 98s adaptation and showing the cycle of violence can break with Vash or just continue for the worse with Knives.

[potatowitch]

Hawke as Companion

Template by @little-lightning-lavellan

Is your OC a Companion in the Dragon Age series? What would it be like for a player to select them to join their party for quests (or romance them, perhaps? 👀)

I did originally plan on doing this for my Inquisitor but, as always, I've got Hawke brainrot instead, and I figured writing some companion interactions would be so much more interesting with her as a companion than my Lavellan. This got .... very long.

You have selected RIAN to join your party!

Race: HUMAN

Gender: FEMALE

Class: MAGE

Specialization: BLOOD MAGE

BACKGROUND

Marian Elaine Hawke, known also as “Rian”, “Chuckles”, “Champion of Kirkwall” and “Hawke, NO” was born in 9:06 Dragon to Malcolm and Leandra Hawke. Despite having to keep her father's magic a secret, she was never led to believe that magic was anything but a gift. Therefore, she spent much of her younger years experimenting to see if she could produce magic, eventually managing at age 9 to light the fireplace with a tiny fireball.

Growing up, she was attached to Malcolm at the hip - the two of them shared not only their magic but their senses of humor and general chaotic energy.

After the Hawke family fled Lothering during the Blight, Hawke joined Athenril’s smugglers to pay off her entry into Kirkwall. As soon as she met Varric at the start of Act 1, they became inseparable best friends - Hawke often cites Varric as her soulmate and the platonic love of her life. During the Deep Roads expedition, Carver became infected with the Blight, and with the help of Anders, Hawke was able to lead him to the Grey Wardens so he could join their ranks.

Over the years, she developed close relationships with most of her companions except for Aveline and Sebastian. Her friendship with Merrill eventually developed into a committed romance, and Hawke started to practice blood magic after recognising that Merrill could do so without being "evil". The two of them eventually also developed feelings for Isabela, and as such she joined their romance as well.

By Act 3, Hawke had become a staunch supporter of mage rights, a dedicated member of the Underground, and wholeheartedly supported Anders’ choice to destroy Kirkwall’s Chantry.

Following the destruction of the Chantry, Hawke and her friends fled Kirkwall, splitting up despite Hawke desperately wanting them to remain together. Isabela and Merrill chose to remain with Hawke, and the three of them traveled across the Free Marches, occasionally running into Anders and assisting him in rescuing mages from rebelling Circles. Eventually, Isabela managed to acquire a new crew, and her partners were more than happy to sail with her as she established herself once again as the Queen of the Eastern Seas.

INQUISITION

Depending on the player’s choices in Here Lies The Abyss, Hawke can be convinced to stay and help the Inquisition further instead of accompanying the remaining Wardens to Weisshaupt, becoming a full companion. She will move to sit with Varric by the fire in the main hall. Hawke will also be present in Varric’s companion cutscene where he invites the Inquisitor to play Wicked Grace.

Upon first being recruited to the Inquisition, Hawke’s specialisation is not available - when automatically leveled, she will put points primarily into the Inferno and Storm trees. Her unique specialisation, Blood Mage, only becomes available if the Inquisitor has allied with the mages at Redcliffe. At that point, Hawke will initiate a conversation with the Inquisitor about their opinions on blood magic, and if the Inquisitor states that they have no problem with it, her specialisation will open. Otherwise, she will refuse to admit her use of blood magic to the Inquisitor.

At this point, Hawke will also speak more openly about her support of Anders. She will eventually admit that they are still in contact, though she won't tell the Inquisitor anything that could give them an idea of Anders’ whereabouts.

Her specialisation is not open to the Inquisitor, however Hawke can offer to teach a mage Inquisitor "a neat trick", which will give the player the choice to replace their current Focus ability with Hawke's.

BLOOD MAGE

Upon unlocking Hawke's specialisation, she will gain a large increase to her Constitution but her mana bar will become considerably shorter, and conventional healing effects will only operate at 25% efficiency. If she is out of mana, she will automatically revert to using her health pool to power her spells instead.

Her spell tree is very similar to the Dragon Age 2 Blood Mage tree, however it does not include the Blood Slave ability - it is instead replaced with Blood Bomb, which is a variant of Walking Bomb. Instead of applying a damage over time curse to a target, Hawke channels a spell that corrupts the targets' blood from the inside until the target dies - at which point they explode, doing damage to nearby enemies. This spell continually consumes Hawke's mana and health while it is being channeled.

Her Focus ability is Major Sacrifice, a variant of the Knight-Enchanter's Resurgence. Instead of healing the party to full health and providing an ongoing healing aura, Major Sacrifice will instead heal the party to full health but take 25% of Hawke's current health, and will provide an aura of ongoing damage to nearby enemies, converting their health into health for the party.

VARRIC'S PERSONAL QUEST IN VALAMMAR

If the Inquisitor brings Hawke to Valammar, she will be suspiciously quiet throughout the quest - though she will pipe up to complain about the Darkspawn. Following the reveal that Bianca shared the location of the thaig, Hawke will be furious and will argue with her.

Upon returning to Skyhold and speaking to Varric, the cutscene will begin in the middle of a conversation between him and Hawke.

HAWKE: You deserve better, you know. VARRIC: Yeah, you've said that before. HAWKE: It bears repeating. As many times as it takes to get it through your thick head. You deserve so much better. VARRIC: *sigh* Thanks, Chuckles.

APPROVAL AND ROMANCE

Hawke is not romanceable, though she welcomes playful flirting from a female Inquisitor. She will eventually initiate a conversation where she makes sure the Inquisitor isn't expecting the flirting to go anywhere further, as she is already in a relationship.

RIAN APPROVES OF: Supporting mage freedom, open-mindedness with magic and spirits, sarcasm, humor, stealing from nobility, pranking nobility, loyalty to your friends, being nice to Varric, terrible puns.

RIAN DISAPPROVES OF: Chantry rhetoric, the Circles, Templars, Tranquility, authority, betraying your friends, ignorance, pomposity, being mean to Varric.

Hawke will not leave the Inquisition, even if her approval is at Hostile. When questioned about this, she will say:

HAWKE: Did you miss the part where Corypheus is my responsibility? I’m going to fix my fuck-up, Inquisitor. If I have to put up with you while I do it, then, well … I’ve always said the Maker has a sick sense of humor.

TRESPASSER

Following Corypheus' defeat, Hawke leaves the Inquisition to rejoin Merrill and Isabela.

Once Trespasser is started, Hawke can be found accompanying Varric and Bran to the Winter Palace.

During exploration of the Eluvians, if both Hawke and Varric are in the party, they will briefly discuss how excited Merrill would be by all this, and Hawke will say "You'd better be writing all this down, Varric."

She will approve of redeeming Solas, though she won't disapprove if the Inquisitor decides they would rather kill him.

High Approval

If Varric has chosen to give the Inquisitor an estate in Kirkwall, Hawke will pipe up during the conversation saying she's excited to be neighbors, offering to give the Inquisitor the key to her wine cellar - though she will complain that Varric has never given her control of the harbor, to which Bran will mutter "thank the Maker".

Regardless of the Inquisition's fate, Hawke will return to her lovers, occasionally keeping in touch with the Inquisitor via letters.

Low Approval

If the Inquisitor has low approval with Hawke, they will be informed that she left as soon as the Inquisitor stepped back out of the Eluvian following the final confrontation with Solas. The epilogue slides will state that her whereabouts are, once again, unknown.

COMBAT COMMENTS

Killing an enemy

And stay down!

One more for me. We’re keeping score, right?

Have at you!

How’s my hair looking? (COMBAT ENDS)

I wonder what’s in their pockets. (COMBAT ENDS)

Oh, ew. I’m not cleaning that up. (COMBAT ENDS)

Low Health

This is going badly!

Little help, maybe?

Why are none of you healers?

This hurts! This really hurts!

Low Health (Companions)

INQUISITOR: You good over there, boss?

VARRIC: Varric, that blood better not be yours!

COLE: Help the kid!

CASSANDRA: They’re swarming the Seeker!

BLACKWALL: Hang on, Beardy!

IRON BULL: Bull’s in trouble!

Fallen Companions

INQUISITOR: Shit! Trevelyan/Lavellan/Adaar/Cadash is down!

VARRIC: Don’t you dare leave me now, Varric!

COLE: Cole! No!

CASSANDRA: Seeker is down! How did they manage that?

SOLAS: Come on, Solas!

DORIAN: Help Dorian!

SERA: Awful quiet, isn’t it? Oh shit, Sera!

LOCATION COMMENTS

(first time seeing a High Dragon) *laughing* "Oh, this will be fun!" IF VARRIC IS IN THE PARTY: "Hawke, the last time you fought one of these you nearly died." "Yeah, but I didn't die. That's the important thing."

(approaching a campsite) "Well ... I've slept in worse places."

(when collecting a Shard) "Let me guess. We have to collect a stupid amount of these for a really stupid reason, and they're all going to be in really stupid, hard to reach places. *sighs* I love adventuring."

HINTERLANDS

"Have we been here before? Feels like we've been here before."

(upon unlocking the cabin in Redcliffe with the Tranquil skulls) "That's ... fucking Maker. Tranquil have always made me uncomfortable but ... they were still people. They were still... shit, I need a second."

FALLOW MIRE

"Eugh, that smell! Worse than my dog when he's eaten cheese, and that's saying something."

(upon killing Widris) "Something, something, crazy mages ... "

"Oh, walking corpses. That's nice."

STORM COAST

(upon seeing the dragon vs giant fight) *laughing* "Oh, that's brilliant!"

"Not to sound like Varric, but why are there so many bloody hills around here? My legs hurt."

EXALTED PLAINS

"Maker, I hate Orlais."

(finding Valorin's corpse) *sighs* "Might sound a little hypocritical coming from me, but ... blood magic is not for the careless."

(seeing the ruined bridge, if Varric is in the party) "Hey Varric - " "Don't you dare, Hawke." "C'mon, please?" "You are not tossing me!" "Spoilsport."

EMERALD GRAVES

"I've always thought it was beautiful how the Dalish bury their dead under a tree sprout. Like ... I don't know, maybe death doesn't have to be the end."

HISSING WASTES

"There's sand in ... places. So many places."

"Have I said I hate sand? Because I hate sand."

EMPRISE DU LION

(seeing Red Lyrium) "Maybe don't touch that. It'll do all kinds of weird shit to you."

"I'm fucking freezing. When can we go home?"

(seeing Red Lyrium giants) "What the fuck?"

(Elfsblood River rift - near the lady with titsicles) *giggles*

SHRINE OF DUMAT

"I'm getting the weirdest sense of deja vu." IF VARRIC IS IN THE PARTY: "You're not the only one."

DEEP ROADS (THE DESCENT)

"Why do I always end up back in the Deep Roads? Am I cursed?"

COMPANION COMMENTS

VARRIC: "I was worried about what would happen if I brought her here, but ... it's nice to have Hawke around again."

CASSANDRA: "I have to admit, I do admire the Champion. A woman who built herself up from nothing to defeat the Arishok ... there's a certain romance to Varric's stories about her."

SOLAS: "I've been informed that Varric also calls Hawke "Chuckles". I ... don't see how we are similar."

DORIAN: "Hawke? Oh, I like her. She's not as daft as she acts."

BLACKWALL: "The other night, I found her getting teary-eyed in the tavern over how much she misses her dog. Don't quite know what to make of that, really."

VIVIENNE: "She is a powerful mage, I'll give her that, but she's also a naive fool. No wonder Kirkwall fell to pieces around her."

IRON BULL: "She's fun. Got a lot going on in that head she doesn't talk about, though."

COLE: "Fleeing, fighting, falling. Failed father, failed mother, failed Beth and Carver too. Fire and freedom, and she knows it's right but it still feels wrong. Old wounds that never healed, sometimes she can still taste the blood in her mouth. You chose to save her. She wishes you chose differently."

SERA: "Thought she'd be scary, but she makes me laugh. Hasn't let owning a mansion get to her head, either, and have you seen those arms? She's strong."

CULLEN: "I'd ... rather not talk about her, if you don't mind. We've a less than friendly history."

JOSEPHINE: "Lady Hawke is charming, certainly, but I cannot imagine her being popular amongst her neighbours in Hightown. She throws the very concept of decorum bodily out of the window."

LELIANA: "I knew her when she lived in Lothering. She didn't seem to like the Chantry much, but she was always sweet, and her jokes made me laugh. It's a little odd to see the woman she's grown into."

TRIVIA

Malcolm also made sure he trained Hawke in using a sword. She's not very good at it, preferring instead to use her staff as a melee weapon if an enemy gets too close.

She has a mean right hook.

Her and Varric have matching tattoos on their left buttcheeks.

Despite being Ferelden and adoring her own mabari, Hawke has a preference for cats.

She's awful at singing. She sings a lot anyway.