#malcom fade

[tys-kitty]

I just realized that nearly no man in the Shadowhunter chronicles is mentally stable

Every Shadowhunter man at some point

[laylaslibrary]

Isn't all that rage so ugly? And isn't it mine, still? Good God, isn't it mine?

Ashe Vernon, Not a Girl

[4urum-4rgentum]

Reblog with your problematic toxic favs of The Shadowhunter Chronicles in the tags (by problematic i don't mean unpopular, i mean someone who you probably shouldn't like)

[okayclaryfray]

TSC villains

[roetheninth]

one of the best part of red scrolls of magic is what a crazy random character meet up it was. tessa, johnny rook, adaon, malcom fade, catarina loss, hypatia vex, raphael santiago, lily chen, helen blackthorn, bat velasquez, barnabus hale, aline penhallow. and who could forget ragnor fell

[kitty-gray]

It's almost ironic how Malcolm brought Annabel back from the death cause she was the only person he felt seen by and thus he couldn't let go of her, and how she was the one who killed Livvy, who was brought back from the death by Ty, cause she was the only person he ever felt seen by, thus he couldn't let go of her.

[orxna]

I 110% think the Hawke blodline is cursed and that it started before Malcom because that man is the unluckiest motherfucker in Thedas for WHAT even before he fucked around with the wardens he was having a Bad Time.

[mediumgayitalian]

The first time Will’s shoulder twitches against his, Nico is startled awake. He glances quickly around, but Malcom and Ellis are still arguing, Clovis is still drooling a puddle onto the pool table, Piper and Connor are still competing over the number of spitballs they can land in his gaping mouth, and Chiron is still cradling his head in his hands and praying for death.

“Sorry,” Will whispers. His hands twist into the hemline of his worn shorts.

“‘S’okay,” Nico assures. Then he nods right back off.

The second time is not Will’s shoulders, but his legs. The vibration against Nico’s thigh drags him back before he can properly slip off to sleep, and he stares at the contrast of their legs, his dark ripped jeans and Will’s freckled knee shaking so rapidly it blurs, with bleary eyes.

This time, Will does not apologise. When Nico glances over, careful through the gap in his hair, Will is staring at the door, eyebrows drawn tightly, gnawing at the base of his thumb.

The third time Nico is watching carefully to notice. Will has turned almost ninety degrees, now, to stare at the door, and slowly his left hand comes down from his mouth, curling in his lap, and his right hand drifts slowly over to meet it, callused fingertips brushing over his wrist, before he glances down, and almost quicker than Nico can track snaps his hands to his sides, tucking his fingers under his thighs and sitting heavily, hunching forward. His legs still.

Nico frowns.

The arguing, he thinks, begins to fade. The millisecond of silence is quickly punished, voices swelling in the too-warm room, snippets of complaints and threats whizzing overhead like paper airplanes, humming like engines on tarmacs. Chiron’s praying grows more desperate. The spitballs levelled onto poor Clovis grow exponentially, as more join the competition — none, however, as graceful or accurate as Piper’s almost beautiful nonstop volley.

Four more times Will twitches against him.

The fifth — or really the eighth — Nico nudges their shoulders together. Will startles, twitching forward, and nearly tumbles out of his chair. Nico steadies his arm, lingering gently on the crook of his elbow.

“It doesn’t bother me,” he murmurs. He points his gaze to the loosened bandages around Will’s wrist.

Will hesitates. “It’s — irritating.”

“Not really.”

“It is.”

“I don’t mind, Will.” He nudged their shoulders together — on purpose this time. “Seriously.”

“You, uh.” He picks the loose skin of his nailbeds. Nico puts his hand overtop of his, pressing until he stops. “It’s crowded in here. I might — graze you.”

Nico smiles faintly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Will bites his lip. He glances once again at the door, legs bouncing again, before turning back to Nico, shoulders slumping.

“Just — tell me to quit it and I will, okay? I will.”

“You’re fine, Will.”

With almost guilty hesitance, he tugs his hands from under his thighs, glancing back at Nico every second, and rests them in his lap, breathing slowly, eyes closed. The arguing around them lulls, just for a moment, and then someone brings up the shower schedule, and it starts over again, louder still, and the giant clock in the corner of the room tick, tick, ticks.

The long-softened bandage is pulled loose from its tie. It is wrapped around one long finger, first, then another, then his wrist, and in moments unwrapped, pooled in Will’s large hands. And then the process is started again, and again, getting faster and faster each time, knees stilling, shoulders loosening, exhales growing longer as he leans back in his chair, away from the exit, now, eyes drawn intently to his task. With every wrap, his elbow nudges Nico’s arm.

Nico smiles slightly, and leans into it.

[chibigingi]

My Issue with Solas

(To which I'm going to be berated, blocked, loathed, dismissed by his fans, and that's okay because it's their right, but I gotta get this out.)

First and foremost I will openly admit that I've played most of the Dragon Age games and their DLC (exception being one of the DLCs from Dragon Age 2 involving Corphyeus and the deets on Malcom Hawke, and any DLC in Inquisition), and my enjoyment of the series, up until Veilguard, is casual. I preferred the Mass Effect series and even then I can't say that I know all the lore to consider myself a super fan.

That being said, my issue with Solas (besides some of his crazier fans who genuinely can't acknowledge any flaws or unironically say that the Veil should've came down) is the fact that they wrote him to be too powerful, too clever, and thus wrote themselves (or the ones that ended up taking over as I'm told that the development for Dread Wolf and then eventually Veilguard was... uh... a mess xD) into a corner in regards to how they can realistically combat him by making him the antagonist of the fourth game.

Much of the criticism I see from the hardcore Solas/Dragon Age lore fans usually boil down to the fact that they (the writers) nerfed him so that the heroes of the Veilguard could have a fighting chance.

"Remember when he could turn people into stone without even looking at them?"

"He could've easily subdued Varric without killing him." (Something Neve points out as well if you take her with you to the final showdown in Minrathous)

"I can't believe he'd fall for a fake dagger, they had to BS some excuse that he's concussed or say it's his arrogance that blinded him, whatever, they made him look dumb!"

All reasonable criticisms, but I think the problem lies in the fact that the writers, either his original ones or the new ones, just did themselves an oopsie and powerscaled him to the point that ANY effort to overcome him will be dismissed as 'contrived', 'unrealistic', or that they had to nerf him in order to overcome him.

Which... not really?

Think of it like this. Rook is portrayed as the anti-Solas, regardless if you play them as Blue, Red, or Purple. Whereas Solas schemes, plots ahead, plays chess with others as pawns, willing to sacrifice said pawns when necessary, Rook is literally riding by the seat of their pants and making it up as they go. When your opponent is someone who thinks he has everything figured out, the best way to combat that is to be so wild, so unpredictable, that it throws them off balance, long enough to get a few licks in.

Solas's greatest weakness in regards to Rook is that he always, always, always underestimates Rook and that Rook always does the unexpected.

Whereas Solas knew Varric would try and talk him down, he could never predict that the wild card that Varric hired was stupid enough to drop a freakin' statue on him to stop a ritual (instead of doing something conventional, like, you know... shoot at him from afar or charge boldly at him, like an idiot). ((Though, if Solas had taken the time to know Rook, especially Warden Rook, he's have probably been a little less surprised... or not, because who'd drop a large construction ontop of someone else TWICE in the span of a few months? Seriously, who even does that once, much less twice?))

Whereas Solas expects Rook to be belligerent and distrustful throughout their shared sessions in the Meditation rooms, Rook surprises him by actually listening to his advice, despite their dislike/distrust of him.

Whereas Solas expects Rook to be trapped in the Fade prison, because if someone as smart and clever and powerful as he, the Elven god of lies, deception, rebellion, blah blah blah, then an idiot like Rook who Solas clearly thinks lacks insight and introspection (a far assumption, Rook dropping a statue on him and interrupting a Ritual was literally plan A) couldn't figure it out.

Even the three (technically Five I guess) endings, Rook defeats him by doing the unexpected.

Sacrifice, he never expects Rook to have what it takes to make the sacrifice. Sure, everyone SAYS they'll do whatever it takes to save the world, but how many are actually willing to do it when the gauntlet is thrown? How many have tried to stop Solas with the good ol' 'Whatever it takes' mentality and hadn't either been defeated or chickened out when the time came?

Fight, he expects that Rook would be stupid and fight him on their own, never expecting that his companions would be willing to risk life and limb to fight for Rook (hell, even Emmrich, Mr-Always-Suggests-The-Non-Violent-Option is ready to throw hands the moment Rook says it's Clobbering time).

Trick, this is self-explanatory in that he never expects Emmrich or anyone to have made a fake dagger, nor does he expect Rook to be brazen enough to even try pulling such a trick on him. This is a guy that thought dropping a statue on him was a good idea, after all, and Rook hadn't shown signs of such deviousness before, at least not against him. Who would dare try and outDread Wolf the Dread Wolf? Rook, that's who.

Both Redemption endings, he never expects Rook to actually talk to him in the final confrontation, especially after all that he put Rook through. He's expecting Rook to be so out for blood, so determined to see him as his enemy, so determined to stop him, that the idea that he'd go through the hassle of learning about all of his regrets or finding Mythal's fragment wouldn't have crossed Rook's mind. That Rook actually believed that he was worthy of redemption, after everything he's done, to Rook, to the Inquisitor, to Mythal, to literally all of Thedas... is unexpected.

Look, I get that the writing in Veilguard, especially compared to previous games, isn't all that great. Sometimes it's just bad. I think fans had expected Solas to continue to be this all-powerful being that was always being eluded to through in-game journals and codex entries (or these feats maybe were seen in Trespasser, I don't know because I haven't played it and at this point, I kind of don't want to). I think a lot of the issues arise with expectations, whether they're reasonable expectations or not.

People expected Solas to be bested by a character that could match his wit, but instead, they get a chaotic DnD player that is literally making shit up as they go. Which... if you're a fan of Solas and wanted to maybe see him have a better outcome even though you knew he'd have to lose at the end, I can get the disappointment. Or maybe you hate Solas but are still disappointed that you couldn't really do all the terrible things you wanted to do to him (like, me... sorry, but my Inquisitor would NOT have called him 'Friend'... don't give me the option to say 'I want to stop him' if you're just going to be lazy and have it the same as the 'I want to help him' but just a little less nice). Sorry y'all didn't get the game you wanted or the game you feel the series deserves... fate conspired against us players and the developers who tried despite being given an impossible task.

Maybe I'm pessimistic, and I'll admit I have some bias against Solas anyways as I never cared for him even BEFORE the reveal in Inquisition, but I just had a feeling that the decision to have the entire series revolve around him was going to eventually bite Bioware in the butt, because once the expectations was there, the chances of them living up to said expectations was slimmer than Emmrich's waistline. Maybe with more time and resources and not having EA constantly trying to make Dragon Age something it could never be, y'all have gotten the game y'all feel the series deserve.

Or maybe y'all be bitching because there'll be something else that y'all didn't like in how he was handled. I don't know, I'm like Rook in that I don't have time for that kind of insight. I enjoyed the game, for all of its many flaws... only other Dragon Age game I played more than once was 2, and that was because I screwed up with Isabela and I hate finishing a game without a full party available to me (if it is possible and not because of the developers forcing the players to make a choice to kill, or have a character leave no matter what you do).

Anyways, TL;DR version: Rook is my precious baby and we were never going to get a version of Veilguard that would've satisfied the fans nor EA's ridiculous expectations...

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 15 -- Arrow

SWTOR

Time: End of KotET

Pairing: Theron Shan/Smuggler

~~

Jace was siting in his office when his radio broadcast was interrupted. He nearly did have a heart attack when he heard a voice, lost to him, say, “--- system-wide holochannel.  The galaxy is ready to meet the new empress.”

Theron. 

He was alive --!! 

Saying Vaylin had fallen – saying another woman was in charge of the Eternal Fleet?  Another monarch, another oppressive -- ?

The most unladylike scoff came over the line.  “I’m no empress.” 

Jace had heard that voice before.  He pulled up his intel files on her.

…to be honest, Jace hadn’t exactly let them collect dust since Theron left the Republic for her. She who was dead.  She who had conspired with Sith.  She who had ruled the underworld.

…she who had saved the galaxy.  Again…

Jace tacitly leaned in his chair to see out of his office, into the bullpen of open office space.  Dorne was already corralling people into an orderly viewing party.  

Of course she was.

“People of the galaxy.  The war is over.  The Eternal Fleet is pacified.  Vaylin is dead.”

Jace flipped on his holo viewer in his office, and there she was.  The Voidhound.  If it wasn’t her double, that is; he learned later she’d played him at Makeb. 

“Today marks the end of the Eternal Empire.  The people of Zakuul are now free to rule themselves.”

There were a lot of nice words in the speech.  A few promises.  She kept it short and to the point.  Jace liked it. 

But what he liked more was the shadow at the edge of the frame.  Jace could pick out the profile of a man that had drawn a few features from his end of the gene pool.  He could make out the distinctive shoulders of the jacket.  He could even see the stupid haircut, when the head turned just right, as if conferring with someone as the Voidhound spoke. 

There had been profound concern in the Republic that Theron Shan was a broken arrow.  A bomb, not in their hands, waiting to go off or to be used against them. 

…Jace knew that fear was not going to fade away.  In fact, it might get worse, because the Alliance had won.  Because they were now the balance of power in the galaxy.

Because Theron could and did decide for himself what was the greater good.  It’s why he ultimately became unhappy in the Republic. 

…what if the infatuation with the Alliance never faded and he never came home?

The speech eventually ended.  Jace sat back in his chair, and he realized … he was coming down off a high mountain, one he’d been perched on since the active phase of the war had started almost a year and a half ago. 

Jace Malcom relaxed.  And, as was his habit in meetings, he sat there, watching the now black holochannel.  It was still open, even though the speech was over.  He heard some movement, footsteps, droids walking.

And then paydirt.

“How was that?” the Voidhound asked, when she thought she was alone again. 

“Optimistic and ambitious.  A good pairing for challenges ahead,” replied some Imperial accent. 

“I’m proud of you.”  Theron said that, with so much warmth – Jace knew he was still a man in love.  “We all are.” 

A little ‘heh.’  “Good.”  Then the line did go dead, as if someone notice a light on a board somewhere. 

Jace couldn’t make any conclusions about the status of the relationship between Theron Shan and Eva Corolastor, alias the Voidhound.  But in that moment, he knew Theron was safe, and his side had won the galaxy. 

Jace was relieved. Sad, immensely proud, and relieved. Mostly relieved.

...and now there was still a chance for him to fix things. That might have been best of all.

~~

@fluffyfebruary

[sha-brytols]

1, 2, 8, 22 and 27 for Esther for the hawke questions ~

iloveyou thwnkyou

hawke ask game

1. Does Hawke look more like Malcom or Leandra? Do they look like their siblings?

So this wasn't actually on purpose but the resemblance between Esther and Leandra is. like. uncanny LOL.

I meant for her to look more like Malcolm (freckles, eyes, general facial structure) but I guess she's more of a healthy mix between the two. As for the siblings, I thiiink she looks more like Bethany? She definitely has Carver's strong jaw but I swear Bethany just looks like if Esther had a rounder face.

2. What is Hawke's personality and does it change during the years?

She's primarily a red (aggressive/direct) Hawke. I like to imagine in her teen years she was more "purple" in personality; she was playful, sarcastic, and much more carefree. Also she used to drive Carver crazy with stupid puns. In my mind, this changed dramatically in the years around her father's death. Malcolm knew he was ill and his health was declining and he wanted to make sure his eldest daughter was capable of taking over as the protector of the family. So he kind of... hardened her, I think. Taught her to put her family first, before everything, even herself. To be ruthless when necessary and never show weakness in the face of injustice. With how much Esther idolized her father, she took those lessons to an extreme that even he probably didn't expect. She also grew very distant from Bethany as a result.

There are definitely times when her more sarcastic personality shines through, but they're few and far between and 9/10 times people end up taking her seriously when she's joking LOL. Her sense of humor is also a lot more macabre. ("Oh, look. Something to drown in.")

8. How does Hawke feel about taking care of their family? Do they feel like they're carrying a burden or do they assume the responsbility?

I don't think she realizes it's a burden? It's the way it should be, as far as she's concerned, because that's what her father wanted. But it definitely weighs on her, the responsibility. And she feels like she can never let herself be too comfortable with her life, she always has to be ready for something to go wrong and have a plan for if/when it does. It makes her extremely paranoid and causes some serious control issues that end up fucking over her relationships with Bethany especially.

22. How does Hawke feel about the whole Anders-Justice situation?

So Esther has a very Andrastian view of spirits and demons, and while she isn't completely devout she does hold a fair amount of superstition surrounding the Fade and its inhabitants. So. when Anders says "there is a demon in my head and he's the reason I'm insane sometimes" she takes it at entirely fucking face value LOL. She does not like Justice in any capacity and sees him as the source of Anders' misery, not really understanding that their merging is way more complex than "so. imagine jekyll and hyde but make them even more fruity"

I don't think she ever, like, pushes him to get rid of Justice the way rivalmance Hawke does or anything, but there is a significant amount of fear and apprehension towards the spirit. This is basically how I explain away the reason Justice practically never comes out in DA2; he's aware that Hawke doesn't like him and so he just. doesn't want to force himself on her. It's very sad actually. He loves her as Anders loves her, but he knows he's not welcome in her presence and so he makes the conscious effort to have Anders be himself around her.

This does eventually change, but not until after Dragon Age 2. She has to do a LOT of unlearning. It's actually something I think comes with her time being trapped in the Fade.

27. What were Hawke's thoughts after Leandra is found dead? Did they blame themselves or someone else? How did they grieve?

LOL. My god Esther was an unholy MESS after this. Like at this point Leandra was the one person she had left and their relationship was finally starting to get better. She actually even encouraged Leandra moving on and they had a sweet mother/daughter heart to heart where they finally start to really connect over their shared grief? And then this happens.

I think, superficially, Esther blamed a lot of people. She blamed Aveline for not doing more about the serial killings, she blamed the Templars for failing to notice a blood mage just casually practicing necromancy in their city, she blamed magic as a general concept, and she blamed Quentin for ripping her family away from her. But it was all a deflection from the fact that ultimately, she knew it was her own fault. Father entrusted her to keep their family safe and she failed again, and again, and again. Now his love, the woman he sacrificed everything to be with, the mother of his children and the very reason he fought tooth and nail for freedom, was dead too. And they don't even have a proper body to burn.

The Kirkwall crew helps a lot this time at least. Anders doesn't let her push him away and is a constant presence at her side through everything. Aveline keeps tabs on her through the guards, Varric handles the estate business so she doesn't have to worry about the aristocracy bullshit while she's grieving, Merrill waters her plants and takes Apawstate on walks, Sebastian handles the funeral arrangements, Fenris swings by with wine and just drinks in silence with her, and Isabela constantly invites herself over to complain about the latest gossip in the Hanged Man so she's not stuck alone in her head. I think it's what ultimately keeps her from just completely giving up and letting her own despair swallow her whole.

[agaypanic]

Alright I want drama so can you do Malcom and Stevie going after the same girl and all the stuff that happens

The Fight For Love (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Malcolm and Stevie find out that they’ve been wanting the same girl. Now they’re fighting for her attention, and neither of them back down from a challenge.

A/N: anon doesn’t say who reader should end up with so she ends up with Malcolm bc that’s who I write for. But if you wanna see this with a Stevie ending lmk!

***

“Stop acting… like you’re… so good with… relationships… Malcolm.” Stevie rolled his eyes at his best friend before taking a bite of his sandwich. “You don’t… have game.”

“Yes, I do!” Malcolm protested. “Remember Sarah Coleman?”

“In eighth grade… and she… dumped… your ass.”

“What about Alison?”

“An idiot… who dumped you… for your brother.”

“Nicki?”

“Crazy… and locked you… in her attic.”

“Whatever.” Malcolm sighed. “It’s not like you’ve ever had a girlfriend.”

“Angela… Pozefsky.”

“Well, I dated her first. Besides, it’s not like you two lasted long.” Malcolm shrugged and shook his head from the annoyance of Stevie having a good rebuttal. He started picking at his food, which should’ve signaled the end of the conversation. But before he could take a bite, he dropped his fork and turned back to Stevie. “You know what? They don’t even matter anymore. I like someone else anyway.”

“Oh, really?” Stevie asked, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, and I got a real chance with her.”

“Of course… you do.” Stevie responded sarcastically, taking another bite of his food. Malcolm looked at him confused.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You like… someone… and think you… have a shot… so you… obsess.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes… you do.”

“Whatever. Look, I have a real chance with this girl, I know it. Have you ever connected with someone so well that you just know, deep down, that they’re it for you?” Malcolm stared off with a dreamy look on his face, obviously deep in thought about the girl he was talking about.

“I have… actually,” Stevie said, which surprised Malcolm, pulling him out of his state.

“Really? You’ve never talked about her before.”

“If I could… get a… word in… I-”

“So what’s she like?” Stevie rolled his eyes at Malcolm, but soon brushed it off, ready to talk about the girl he’s had his eye on.

“Treats me like… a person. Doesn’t… sugarcoat… but still… sweet.”

“Same with mine!” Malcolm responded. “She’s straightforward, but she’s still like, the nicest person ever.”

“She’s smart… too.”

“I can have an intellectual conversation with her without feeling like a freak. And she’s so funny too.”

“Her laugh… is heavenly.”

“Let’s say their names on three,” Malcolm suggested. Stevie nodded. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three. Y/n.”

“Y/n.”

The smiles on the boys’ faces faded once they realized what the other had said. It seemed they were both talking about the same girl.

“Crap.”

***

After a lengthy discussion, Stevie and Malcolm concluded that they were, in fact, talking about the same girl. Y/n had known them for years, meeting them back in middle school. She wasn’t in the Krelboyne class, but she was still clever enough to understand complex matters and keep up with the boys’ conversations. She was nice, but could still tell it how it is. And no matter what, she was still the boys’ friend.

Stevie and Malcolm also concluded that they both liked Y/n too much to back away and let the other have a chance to woo her. So they agreed to let the best man win.

“Hey, Y/n.” Malcolm greeted his friend, slightly out of breath. He woke up early and ran to school so he could talk to Y/n before Stevie could. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Hey, Malcolm. You know, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you come to school this early.” She smiled at him and he could’ve melted right there. He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.

“Decided to try something new, I guess.”

“Well, I hope you stick with it. I’ve missed seeing you in the mornings.”

Malcolm felt like he could’ve died right there. She was missing his presence? They saw each other almost every day, and she still missed him?

“Really?” Malcolm asked. He felt like he had just imagined her response, but was really hoping that he didn’t.

“Of course, Malcolm! I miss the days back in middle school when you, Stevie, and I would hang out before we had to split to our different classes.” And just like that, Malcolm’s mood deflated. Y/n didn’t miss just him, she also missed his best friend, who he was secretly fighting for her attention. 

He shook off the disappointment. He had to stick to his plan.

“Well, speaking of different classes, want me to walk you to yours?” Malcolm felt proud of himself. It sounded so effortless and smooth, yet he was trying not to overthink every second of this interaction too badly. 

“Sure! I was waiting for someone, but I need to get to class early to ask my teacher something and I don’t think they’ll be here in time.” Malcolm tried not to ask who Y/n was waiting for. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was letting him walk her to class, step one of his plan.

***

“Hey, Stevie.” Y/n greeted the boy as he rolled his chair over to his assigned spot next to her. When he locked the wheels in place, he turned to her and mirrored the smile she had.

“Hi, Y/n.” When he reached back to grab supplies out of his backpack, he noticeably did a double take at her. “You look… really nice… today.” He acted like he just noticed, but Stevie saw it the second he came into the room. But to be fair, he thought she looked nice every day.

“Oh, thanks! I went to the mall last weekend and kind of splurged.” 

“Well… you have… good taste.” 

“Thank you, Stevie.” Her smile was softer but felt just as bright.

“Sorry I… couldn’t… meet you… this morning… Dad woke up… late.” If he could, Stevie would kick himself for missing her in the morning, even though logically it wasn’t his fault. He had to rely on his dad to drive him unless he wanted to go on the bus or wheel to school. Stevie just hoped he could make it up to Y/n.

“Oh, it’s okay. Malcolm walked me to class.” Y/n didn’t notice the quick flash of annoyance on Stevie’s face at the mention of Malcolm. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was kinda weird seeing him this morning. I usually never see him that early in the day.” Y/n pulled a notebook out of her backpack and set it on the desk before looking at Stevie. “But he said he was trying something new, so maybe I’ll be seeing more of him again.”

“Maybe,” Stevie whispered. He couldn’t believe that Malcolm would swoop in on Y/n when Stevie was supposed to walk her to class. Stevie had to think of something. “Wanna get… lunch… together?”

Y/n was about to answer when the bell rang, cutting her off. The teacher started talking but Stevie couldn’t pay attention, still waiting for her answer. When the teacher turned around to write something on the board, Y/n smiled at Stevie and nodded.

Perfect.

***

Lunch couldn’t come quickly enough. Stevie made his way to the quad and tried spotting Y/n. It was a simple task. He could pick the girl out in a crowded place any day. When he found her, he started moving towards her. But something stopped him.

Malcolm had also spotted Y/n and then noticed Stevie. The two boys glared at each other, and the race was on. It started slowly, a leisurely walk and roll, to not draw too much attention to themselves. But then they sped up and kept getting faster until they finally stopped at Y/n’s table. She looked up, startled, but the confusion left her face when she recognized who was in front of her.

“Hey, Malcolm! Hey, Stevie!” She turned to each boy when acknowledging him.

“Hi, Y/n.” They said in unison, glaring at each other before sitting down. Y/n didn’t seem to notice.

“I didn’t know… Malcolm… would be… joining us,” Stevie commented as he pulled out his lunch box. Before Y/n could respond, Malcolm dropped his backpack on the table and yanked out his paper bag of food.

“She asked me before third period.” He stared Stevie down. “Is that a problem, Stevie?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you guys okay?” Y/n asked, eyes darting between the two. “You guys are acting kind of weird. Well, weirder than usual.”

“We’re fine.” They both responded shortly. Y/n nodded, not convinced but not feeling like delving deeper into the boys’ behavior. The three friends ate, silence and tension thick. After a few minutes, Malcolm decided to make a move.

“So, Y/n, are you doing anything tonight?” Stevie glared at Malcolm, but he and Y/n didn’t notice. Malcolm was focused on Y/n, who was trying to recall any plans she had.

“Nothing, I think. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school.” Malcolm shrugged as if he had just spontaneously thought of it. “I think I heard about this movie that just came out.” When he got home after his talk with Stevie, Malcolm scoured the internet and newspaper for different things that would peak Y/n’s interest.

“Oh, yeah! I think I know what movie you’re talking about. I’d love to go with you, Malcolm.”

“Great!” He felt so accomplished and smug, the way he did when he won an award for academic achievement. Stevie wanted to wipe that look off his face.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so rude.” Y/n gasped, turning to face Stevie. “I can’t believe we just made plans in front of you, Stevie. Do you wanna come with us?” With anyone else, Stevie would’ve rolled his eyes, feeling like the invitation was just out of pity. But he knew that Y/n was genuinely guilty about excluding him from something.

So it killed him when he turned her offer down.

“No, thanks… But you two… have fun.” He knew that if he came with Y/n and Malcolm, Malcolm would get nowhere with her. But at the same time, neither would he. So he had to restrain himself from trying to sabotage Malcolm’s time with her and make her time with him special and more memorable. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… we can… hang out… another time.”

Malcolm was surprised. He thought that Stevie would have jumped at the opportunity to spend time with Y/n. But he wasn’t going to complain about getting some alone time with her. When he thought about it, it was fair for each of them to have their own time with Y/n to try to win her over.

“How about tomorrow?”

“Perfect.”

***

Malcolm felt like he was blessed by God himself. His mom let him take the car to school and said that as long as he went to the store before coming home at a reasonable time, he could go wherever he wanted. He considered the possibility that maybe Lois was high on something, but he decided not to question it.

Y/n was in the passenger seat, quietly singing along to the radio and bobbing her head to the beat. He wasn’t even dating her, and he was wondering how he got so lucky.

“We’re here.” He announced as he parked the car in the movie theater parking lot. They got out and went inside. Malcolm made sure to hold the door open for her. While in line, the two debated what they wanted for food. When they decided, it was suddenly their turn to go up to the counter. Malcolm gave the worker the movie title and their food order, and paid before Y/n could reach for her wallet.

“Malcolm, you didn’t have to do that.” She groaned as he put his wallet back in his pocket.

“It’s fine, Y/n, really.”

“At least let me pay you back half.” She insisted, trying to put the money in his hand. He shook his head, just as stubborn.

“Y/n, I’m serious, it’s okay.” Knowing he wouldn’t budge, Y/n sighed and put the money back in her pocket.

“Fine.” she said, grabbing the big bucket of popcorn as Malcolm grabbed their drink (they decided it would be cheaper to share a large than each getting their own drink). It was Y/n’s favorite drink. It wouldn’t have been Malcolm’s first choice if the drink was just for himself, but he was okay with drinking it. “But I’m paying next time.” Malcolm lit up.

“So there’s a next time?” He asked, letting her pick where they were going to sit in the theater. They sat directly in the middle.

“Of course!” Feeling more than content, Malcolm settled into his seat with a smile and they watched the previews. More people started to fill the theater. “Is that Stevie?”

They had to squint. The room was dark, and they were high up, but yes. Stevie Kenarban had wheeled his way into the theater, parking himself in one of the handicapped sections on the ground floor. 

“Wanna go sit with him, Malcolm?” Y/n asked, already starting to get up.

“Sure!” He acted excited, but Malcolm was livid. What happened to hanging out with her another day?

After squeezing their way through the aisle and down the stairs, the two ended up next to Stevie.

“Hi, Stevie!” The boy looked surprised when he saw the two.

“Hey, guys.” Just before Y/n was going to sit down in the seat next to Stevie, Malcolm took it. It was bad enough that Stevie was here, but there was no way Malcolm was gonna have Y/n sit between the two of them. Y/n didn’t mind, sitting in the seat next to Malcolm.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked quietly, previews about to end.

“Yeah, Stevie, I thought you weren’t gonna come,” Malcolm added on, a bit of venom in his tone.

“Dad says… I should… get out more.” Stevie shrugged before eating a handful of his popcorn. In reality, it took a bit of convincing to get Stevie’s dad to drive him to the movie theater. He had originally thought that it was okay for each boy to have time to themselves with Y/n.

But after thinking about what Malcolm would try to get up to, he didn’t care anymore.

The movie cut their conversation short. Stevie rolled his eyes every time he saw Malcolm and Y/n share their drink or bump hands while reaching for the popcorn. But then, the unthinkable happened. Malcolm pulled the cliche, yawning and stretching even though it was 4 pm, before laying his arm on the back of Y/n’s seat. Even worse, she didn’t mind. When Malcolm’s arm slipped off the seat and onto her shoulders, she smiled.

Stevie was livid.

***

“It’s nice out today,” Y/n said as she basked in the sun’s warmth. She and Stevie decided to study together for a test they had coming up and Stevie suggested the park. They grabbed some lunch and sat at her favorite park table, now flipping through books and writing down notes.

“Yeah… it is.” Stevie agreed, his focus more on Y/n than the textbook in front of him. He already knew everything he needed to know about this subject, but he enjoyed studying with Y/n. Her notes were organized, and she made clever jokes about whatever she was reading. Plus, he could never complain about the view that was in front of him right now.

“What did you get for number five?” She asked, looking at the study guide the teacher had provided them. Stevie glanced down at his packet.

“Number five?” He asked for confirmation. When she nodded, looked at his answer. “I got-“

“Oh! Hey guys!” A voice sounded a few feet from the table. The two looked up to see Malcolm. Y/n looked delighted by the surprise, Stevie on the other hand looked less than thrilled.

“What are you doing here, Malcolm?” Y/n asked with a smile.

“Yeah… What are… you doing… here?” Stevie asked with annoyance. Malcolm shrugged as if he had just popped up in the park. 

“Oh, just wanted some fresh air. Get out of the house for a bit.” He walked over and sat next to Y/n, who made room for him on the bench. “What are you guys working on?”

“We have a test next week, so we decided to study,” Y/n answered, looking through her textbook to try to find her answer to number five. Malcolm peeked over her shoulder at the question and then pointed to the answer in the book. “Oh! Thanks, Malcolm.”

“We have… a lot… of work… to do… So maybe-” Stevie started to say, trying to get Malcolm out of here as fast as possible. But Y/n, seeming to misread his tone, cut him off.

“Do you think you could help us study, Malcolm?” Stevie sighed. He knew that even if he wanted to, Malcolm would never be able to say no to those eyes.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna intrude.” He smiled politely, but Stevie saw through the act. 

“Actually-“ Again, he was cut off.

“Of course! You could quiz us and stuff. You don’t mind, do you, Stevie?” Even though he wanted to, Stevie couldn’t say no to her.

“The more… the merrier.”

“Awesome! I’ll be right back.” Y/n stood up, gathering all the trash from her and Stevie’s lunch. “Gonna go throw this away.” The boys watched as she walked off to a trash can. When she was out of earshot, they turned to each other.

“Why… are you… here?” Stevie asked, anger seeping into his tone.

“I could’ve asked you the same thing the other day,” Malcolm responded. “I thought we agreed to let the best man win, fair and square.”

“And I thought… ‘screw that.’” 

Malcolm groaned, letting his head fall into his hands. He slowly looked up.

“Neither of us will get anywhere if we keep acting like this,” He sighed. “We gotta ask her.”

“Ask her… what?”

“Yeah, ask me what?” The boys jumped in their seats, startled. Y/n sat back down in her spot, looking at her friends as she waited for an answer.

“Uhhhh…” Stevie trailed off, trying to think of something. Luckily, Malcolm was always a quick thinker.

“We were just wondering… Do you have any plans next week?”

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, there’s this restaurant that I think you’d like.”

“And there’s an… arboretum… that just opened.”

“Aw, like a group friend date?” Malcolm and Stevie had to suppress their groans. They couldn’t tell if Y/n was messing with them or if she was actually oblivious to what they were hinting at.

“Something like that.”

***

“It’s kinda sad Malcolm didn’t show up. This place is beautiful.” Y/n said as she and Stevie walked around the arboretum. The sunlight shined through the tree branches, making it seem like they were glowing.

“At least… we can… enjoy it,” Stevie said, watching Y/n as she walked down the concrete path, the sun hitting her just right, making her look angelic.

“You know, these last two weeks have been so great. I miss hanging out with you all the time.” Y/n stopped under some shade, Stevie following suit. 

“Me too,” Stevie said excitedly.

“I don’t know what changed. But whatever did, I’m glad it happened. You and Malcolm are so fun to be around.” Stevie wished so badly that he didn’t hear his friend’s name. Y/n checked her watch. “Oh, gosh. Speaking of Malcolm, I gotta make sure I’m not late to that restaurant. Want me to walk you to your dad’s car?”

Stevie’s heart sank.

“Sure.”

They made their way towards the entrance of the arboretum. Stevie wished that he could’ve had Y/n all to himself today, but that’s not what he and Malcolm agreed on. After a few months of yearning and a few weeks of fighting over Y/n, the two made an agreement. Today was the last day for them to confess their feelings to her. 

And Stevie was about to miss his chance. Every time he tried to bring it up, he chickened out. 

“Well… this… is me,” Stevie said as they stopped next to Stevie’s dad’s car. “Are you sure… you don’t want… a ride?”

“I’m sure, Stevie. It’s not that far of a walk. But you’re sweet for asking.” Without a warning, Y/n leaned down and kissed Stevie’s cheek. When she stood up straight, she waved at Stevie’s dad before looking back at her friend. “I’ll see you around, Stevie.” She turned around and started to walk away.

“Y/n!” Stevie blurted out suddenly. She whipped around.

“Yeah, Stevie?” This was his last chance. All he had to do was say a few words.

“Have a… good time.”

***

“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long,” Y/n said as she plopped down in the booth across from Malcolm. She noticed that he ordered her favorite drink and an appetizer for her. How sweet. “Walk took a little longer than expected.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t wait too long.” Malcolm started fiddling around with the straw that was in his drink. He couldn’t stop wondering about what Stevie had said to her on their little outing. “How was the arboretum?”

“It was so beautiful. You should’ve been there, Malcolm.”

“Wish I was.”

“Enough about me.” Y/n took a sip of her drink. “What were you up to today?”

‘Thinking of you and hoping to whatever’s out there that Stevie didn’t say what I wanna say to you.’ He thought.

“Oh, nothing much.” He said instead. “Honestly, I was looking forward to this the whole day. I really like hanging out with you, Y/n.”

“Aw, I really like hanging out with you too, Malcolm.”

This must be a sign. Right? Why would you really like being around someone unless you like them to some degree? But did she mean it in a friendly way like Malcolm should have meant, or did she mean it in a more than friendly way like Malcolm did mean?

Malcolm was starting to think that Stevie was right about him obsessing.

“So, what are you gonna have?” the question pulled Malcolm out of his thoughts, but that only made him have different thoughts. Malcolm had actually gotten to the restaurant before Y/n on purpose to talk to the waiter. After he and Stevie realized they both liked Y/n, Hal found out. And being the hands-on man he was when it came to his sons’ love lives, he decided to help Malcolm out. Malcolm didn’t take all of his dad’s suggestions, but there was one that stuck with him.

Whatever Y/n ordered, Malcolm told the server to stick a note that he had given him to the side of her plate. It was a note explaining how he felt about her. He knew that if he tried saying it, he would just chicken out. So the note ensured that she would know of his feelings.

But now that she was so close to finding the note, he was starting to feel sick.

“Uhhhh, I don’t know. I’ll probably figure it out before the server comes.” But very soon, the waiter came. Malcolm just picked the first appealing thing he saw on the menu, not that he was feeling very picky. Then Y/n ordered, and the waiter left, leaving the two to themselves.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n asked, taking a bite of the appetizer Malcolm had ordered.

“Sure,” Malcolm said nervously, though he tried not to show it.

“Is there a reason why you and Stevie have been wanting to hang out with me so much lately? I mean, I don’t mind, but it kinda seemed out of the blue. I don’t know, maybe I’m just imagining it.”

“You’re not.” Malcolm cut off what was about to become a ramble. Y/n looked up, somewhat confused.

“I’m not?”

“No.” Malcolm took a deep breath. Looks like he wouldn’t be needing that note after all. “Y/n, the truth is-”

“Here you go.” The server had come back with their food, faster than usual, the two noted. He set the dishes down in front of them and after making sure they didn’t need anything else, made his way to leave. “Enjoy.” The two were now alone again, but with more tension than when the waiter had come. Malcolm was about to tell Y/n that he liked her and Y/n was waiting to find out what had been up with him and Stevie the past few weeks. But no one wanted to speak first.

Y/n grabbed her plate and pulled it closer to her. Malcolm saw confusion cross her face as she felt for something on the underside of the plate. Malcolm’s eyes widened. She was about to find the note.

“That’s weird.” Y/n pulled it off of the dish and looked at the piece of paper. She flipped the paper for Malcolm to see. He looked at her name, which was written in his nicest handwriting. Which she recognized. “Did you do this?”

She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.

“Yeah…” She smiled, unfolding the note, and started to read it. Malcolm was terrified as he watched her. He didn’t think this far ahead. What if she rejected him? What if she left, leaving him to wallow in despair knowing that he blew it, his only chance? What if Stevie had told her how he felt, and now she’d have to let him down easy? He should’ve never listened to his dad. His dad finding his mom must have been an outlier, and he and his brothers were doomed to be unhappy and loveless. He would never find that antidote that Hal told him and his brothers about, that balanced out the insanity that was the Wilkerson boys’ hormones.

“Malcolm…” She sighed. Oh God, this was it. She was going to reject him, leave, and he’d never see him again. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“What?” That was not the response Malcolm was expecting. It was the one he had hoped for, but he didn’t think it would happen. “Really?”

“Yes!” She kept staring at the note, reading the lines over and over as if she was trying to engrave it in her brain. “It’s so beautiful. I love it.”

Malcolm let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” She slid out of the booth. She walked to his side and sat down next to Malcolm. “Were you telling the truth? Do you really like me?”

He nodded. He knew that if he said anything now, it would turn into an out-pour of words and would never stop.

“Thank God.” Note still in hand, Y/n grabbed Malcolm’s face and pulled him towards her in a long, sensual kiss. They knew that they were still in public, but they didn’t care. They were finally doing what they had wanted to do for so long.

Malcolm felt bad for Stevie. He’d never be able to experience this with Y/n, because she chose Malcolm. He knew he’d get over it someday and they’d still be best friends. But right now, Malcolm was focused on a more pressing matter. He pulled away from Y/n, somewhat reluctantly.

“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Malcolm.”

Overfilled with joy, Malcolm kissed her again. And again. And again.

[4urum-4rgentum]

I dont think ppl understand my burning love for malcom fade.... Babes i know he is fucking insane and a murderer and a goddamn asshole.......but like...he is literally the best villain in the tsc, that man makes sense. Valentine? Pathetic motherfucker. Belial? King of england bullshit, have some ambition. Mortmain? I didnt read tsc yet😐. But malcom? MALCOM??? BITCH IS VENGEFUL, HE IS FUCKED IN THE HEAD, CORRUPTED BY TIME AND THE POISON OF REVENGE ROTTED HIS INSIDES HIS MORALS, HE WAS CONSUMED BY IT, THEN HIS GF JUST MURDERS HIM FOR HIS ATROCITIES, WHAT A FITTING END. THO I WISH IT WAS MORE AGNSTY, THEY WAY HE DIED.

[stellarsturns]

INTRODUCING….

INNOCENT!CHRIS X SIREN!READER

“You kill boys to stay beautiful??”

one day, Chris went for a walk with his friends. They were just walking near the water but at least a distance away.

Chris’s friend Malcom, said he heard a girl crying under the boardwalk. Chris and his friends looked at each-other as they watched Malcom walk away.

It had been about 45 minutes since Chris and his friends seen Malcom. They began to search for their friend. Chris walked over to the boardwalk when he seen something.. or someone.

There she was, a gorgeous girl, she was gleaming with aura as she waltz towards Malcom. She grabs his hand and they walk to the ocean.

She then leads him in, she kisses him and suddenly, he went underwater and she followed. 5 minutes later she pops back up, blood covering her mouth, no sign of Malcom.

Chris was scared, he thought to himself, “Is this a serial killer..” But, his thoughts got interrupted when that girl walked over.

“Hi, whats your name..” She says in a seductive tone. There was something about her that drew him to her, her crystal eyes gleamed in the moonlight glow.

He gulps, “M’names Chris..” He mumbles nervously She gets closer, “No need to be scared baby..” she teases, an evil grin cascading over her face.

He looks at her, a frightened look fading but then coming back, she smirks handing him a paper. “Heres my number incase y’wanna see me.” She says seductively. She then winks at me before placing an alluring kiss on my lips.

She then disappears into the moonlight.

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taglist: @ariestrxsh @hometoanotheronee

Updating taglist as I go! lmk if u want to be added.

[rememberences]

who: @pressedxpetals when and where: flashback, the future ruling lord of runestone has spent his third day back in the keep after being back from the frontlines during the dance of dragons. after a silent dinner with his wife, graham royce stands to leave. context: once upon a time graham and keira were married during the dance of dragons. it did not end well.

the dining hall at runestone was cloaked in silence, save for the faint crackle of the fire in the great hearth. the evening meal had been simple—a soldier’s fare, more suited to the field than the hall of a noble house. yet graham royce barely touched his trencher, his appetite dulled by the thoughts that churned ceaselessly in his mind. the low, flickering firelight caught the edges of the tapestries on the walls, their ancient threads frayed and faded, much like the house they represented.

keira sat across the table, her strawberry curls glinting in the dim light, her soft voice breaking the quiet now and then as she offered attempts at conversation. her words floated past him, unacknowledged but not unnoticed, falling into the gulf that had grown between them. her pale hands, folded delicately on the table, lingered a moment longer than they should have when passing the wine. graham did not meet her eyes.

he had returned to runestone weary, the war clawing at his every thought and decision, and now the weight of what awaited him here crushed down on him. his father was dying; that much was plain. the once-great malcom, ruling lord of runestone was a husk of himself, too frail to lead and barely able to speak. the title of ruling lord loomed on the horizon, but instead of pride or readiness, graham felt only dread. the silence after the meal stretched unbearably long. keira rose quietly and began to clear the table, but her movements felt slow and deliberate, as though she hoped he might say something—anything—to her.

he didn’t. instead, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the fire.

the air between them was heavy, thicker than the stone walls surrounding them. keira had not quickened again, and though graham would never have voiced it, the disappointment festered like a wound. every childless month deepened his unease, the thought of leaving runestone to his brother axell gnawing at him like a hungry wolf. his lips pressed into a thin line, and he stood abruptly, the legs of the chair scraping against the flagstone floor. keira glanced up at him, her wide, questioning eyes catching the firelight. he offered no explanation, no words to fill the emptiness she must have felt.

"sleep well." his voice came in the traditional low, runestone rumble; and instead of saying anything to clearly indicate he was in such a foul mood, he stepped away from the table, the thick soles of his boots echoing dully as he crossed the hall with the intention of further vanishing into the shadows of the keep and not seeing her until lunch the next day. he ended up pausing by the door however, upon hearing the sounds of her chair scraping; he did not turn around to face her. only paused at the door, as though to give her the chance. he needed to give her the chance.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

OC Meme

tagged by @bettydice thank you!! (though posting to my da blog instead of main). after reading about her Hawke now im just thinkin bout my own Hawke so here we gooo. i've only made decisions for her up thru DAI era though lol

GENERAL

Name: Hawke. lets not talk about my first name conundrum. she has abandoned the first name. its fine.

Alias(es): honestly i play a mix of colors so none of Varric's built-in nicknames feel right, but i have not picked a unique one either

Gender: Female

Age: nnnnn whatever the game canonically is, i think the start of DA2 she's early 20s and end is around 30? so like 40s by DAV for the timeline where she escapes the Fade

Place of birth: Lothering

Spoken languages: common, all the rivaini swears Isabela teaches her, like 10 words of elvish from Merrill, and whatever qunlat she can get out of Fenris. all of them are badly pronounced/accented.

Sexual orientation: every character ive ever made is bisexual probably

Occupation: either On The Run with Fenris or fighting The Horrors, both in or out of the Fade

FAVOURITE

Colour: red probably

Entertainment: hanging out & drinking/chatting, cards only bc other people around her get up to them (loses about as much as she wins but is only in it for the sport), poking her nose where she shouldn't, reading Varric's books with Fenris

Pastime: getting overly invested in other people's business

Food: to cook--probably mostly in the stew or roast based category, things you just sort of toss together and leave until it's done. or grabbing random fruit or whatever to eat on the go. to eat--willing to try anything if someone else makes it

Drink: ales & ciders rather than hard liquor, where she ends up drinking more quantity than quality

Books: Varric's for fun. Books on magic/theory when she can't brute-force her way through something, but in a "research project" sense more than a "for fun" sense. Occasionally tries Fenris' really dense history tomes but gets distracted too fast

HAVE THEY

Passed university: nope. i assume there was some sort of group schooling available for children of Lothering since she learned to read, but was never particularly academic/didn't see that as a sacrifice of fleeing Ferelden anyway

Had sex: yes

Had sex in public: probably not FULLY but definitely some ill-advised back alley heavy makeout sessions

Gotten tattoos: no... she's not against them but after getting involved with Fenris they feel too loaded to get casually

Gotten piercings: i think probably Isabela pierced her ears at one point, she wore earings for like a year, and then forgot to put them back in for a week and the holes closed up again

Had a broken heart: Fenris romance babyyyyyy she was a Wreck about that. previous relationships were more casual or she just got mad not sad

Been in love: i think she's had a few flings but nothing super serious until Fenris. bad at talking (or even thinking) about feelings so didn't admit she was in love at all until she was in way too deep with him

ARE THEY

A cuddler: when drunk or tired, but less hugging/clinging than more casual touch (leaning against a shoulder, head on lap, etc). Fenris' marks apparently ache with too much contact so she's learned where she can more casually touch him w/o activating that too, which i assume is pretty small areas

Scared easily: no, very much "fight" not "flight" response

Jealous easily: mmm not usually but there's a few things that get her kind of worked up. more than romantic jealousy i've written her as being annoyed/envious whenever Fenris warms up easily to a new mage (like Vivienne) because she had to work so hard for his initial approval lmao

Trustworthy: to help you with a problem? absolutely. to keep your slightly embarrassing secret? until the next time you're both drunk

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Carver and Bethany

Parents: Malcom and Leandra

Children: none at least biologically (slight spoilers for currently unpublished Fallout From the Fade material: not an option for her anymore after all the body trauma and blood magic rip). i do think Fenris would genuinely like kids so i could see them accidentally picking up a foundling/orphan sometime if their life is ever more stable

Pets: here is where i once again admit i have no memory of what i named the mabari in DA2 😭 i played it on a 2010 macbook pro that no longer has a battery so not sure i can ever check... when they fled Kirkwall they left him with Merrill (who stayed in the alienage) for a bit BUT they will reunite again when they are less on the run