reply for @blindspct from here

liberty looked at her watch and then back at melina. "you're right, this is not fair to you. i know, and i am really sorry that i... haven't come out. maybe... look, maybe we can tell some of your friends? you know, that you have a group of people to talk to." she offered, something she hadn't felt comfortable with before. they could leak it - easily. "but i'm not ready to... tell my family or the world. that... that i can do. would that be okay? for now?" she wondered, hoping to appease the woman before she went. she didn't want to part with a fight.

That's the tragedy, V. Someone's gonna play victim to the other's good intentions.

It was not in fact their anniversary. Nya was giving him the stink eye for leaving his dirty laundry in her room, again.

For @sharksandjays challenge! (Apologies for a long post ahead, I dunno how best to present my thoughts ToT)

Idk if this has been done before but I like the idea of his powers being like, an inconvenience. When his thoughts are going a mile an hour, electricity just manifests around his body. If he manages to calm down, it goes away but if he doesn't well--- his outburst just overloads most electrical devices around him and boom, black out.

I like to think he's gotten better at not manifesting electricity accidentally. For the early days however, it would've been common. For its effects on others...

Jay would be wary of it electrocuting normal people. But his team isn't exactly normal.

Cole would be the most unaffected by it. Though there could be times he'd get caught off guard, his affinity to the earth gives him a sort of immunity. This would allow him to be the rock that a young, anxious Jay would need, and keep him grounded in reality.

Nya, as the elemental master of water, would make Jay scared of thinking hard in front of her. Her code of conduct wouldn't allow Jay to simmer in his thoughts alone though, so she'd bolt towards him the moment electricity starts manifesting. Jay admires her for that, even though he's pretty sure it would hurt her. (It's later on that he realizes, it doesn't. Pure water, which I believe Nya can conjure, can't actually conduct electricity. The more you know I guess.)

Lightning round for the others: Lloyd, being the embodiment of 'energy is not created/destroyed but transferred/transformed' wouldn't be hurt either. But I think it would bounce off of him and hurt someone else when he's not thinking ToT. When using his ice powers, Zane could be immune too (except with the whole nindroid thing). As for Kai, he's not immune per say but Jay's anxiety ridden electricity, just like how it starts a forest fire, just sparks a protective streak in Kai you know?

TLDR: Jay's electricity has some cons. But thankfully, his friends have powers too.

i think there's something wrong with this horse

turned vexter into a pony because. funny.

artificial hologram pony created to help with various tasks in a futuristic version of the setting. in classic mlp fashion, they ended up gaining both immense power and a severely fucked up view of how love and friendship work, in their case hinging on the idea that they have to be constantly needed by everyone. probably ends up 'reformed' in this version lmao

didn't get its cutie mark the normal way due to not really being a pony. keeps a pop-up window there to meet expectations, though more tend to appear when it's distracted, overwhelmed, or having its code messed with.

may or may not be able to mess with its appearance, though they present as a unicorn by default to make their digital/holographic tricks look like regular magic.

Can u make a Spongebob one pleab??

Definitely!!

Things I think about from Phantom Liberty a lot. (For different reasons obviously)

When rescuing the president when Songbird tells you to scale the scaffolding and just very crisply orders you to Go. *twirls hair and kicks feet*

When Reed is questioning you at the basketball court if your honest with him that you weren’t looking for a tail he’ll say Attagirl (for female v) *twirls hair and kicks feet*

When You side with Songbird and Alex is in the room above you and she sees you and So Mi escape she turns around and whines “Reed, they’re giving us the slip!” (This one I just like how whiney she sounded like two kids at a playground weren’t sharing, not a rando merc is helping an NUSA Traitor escape)

Anytime V is worried about Song, the distress in her voice as she calls out to see if she’s ok (thinking of NCX and when the plane gets downed specifically)

Anytime you do well on a mission Songbird or Reed praise you.

When you side with So Mi and comfort Reed at NCX when he’s counting down you can here his voice break on two and it hurts my heart so much. I didn’t want to kill him but I wasn’t going to let him get So Mi.

I need the riders to be crammed around a table for press cons again. Need Pecco/Marc/Bez/Pedro jamming their elbows together and biting their way through the answers. Well not Pedro because he will be having too much fun on there. But Marc/vr46 would be great

i knowwww i miss when they would take the people who hated each other most and put them shoulder to shoulder like they were in a get along shirt… just absolutely hoping they would brawl stone cold crazy style. NOW it’s swagless covid-distancing bar stools. they don’t even have a TABLE to play FOOTSIE under. catastrophic. liberty media if you want to capitalize on the rpf engine we’ve assembled for you PLEASE at least bring in some sort of couch situation. like this is genuinely terrible to look at you should want them sucking and fucking at the table or at the VERY least yelling THATS MY OPINIOONNNN over dani pedrosa's perfectly still tiny little body at each other like the golden days of yesteryear. COMPARE !

like dovquez is vibing. it ALSOOO serves as VERY easy shorthand to see who actually likes each other. like genuinely and for real who do you talk to at the lunch table. for what twink do you ignore your literal job for. you literally could not payyyyyy rosquez not to yap at each other for three entire years. like every weekend you have SEEN the photos. (until the papers get served and then it’s uh. it’s different.) like i think we should all take a moment of silence and look at the qatar 2016 presscon table line up and send yorg good vibes through the ether universe for having to sit through that one. a conceptually nauseating presscon experience.

i mean. compared to cota the year before. its like when two of the people you are forced to hang out with semi regularly USED to annoy you because they wont ever SHUT UP. but then they break up and its sucks in a different way. AND they made their breakup about YOUUU.

anyways i also miss when they would stand up for the photo at the end and i could mentally arrange them via height like little matryoshka dolls. what im saying is they should be gathering all twenty of them in a room and having them sit in each other's laps.

It was the death of a rude boy

Not saying I’d let her ruin my life… but I’d let her ruin my life 🧎‍♀️

(PS— please do not reblog/comment with anything spoilery that happens after the two day waiting period in Lucretia my Reflection!! I’m a slow player, okay? ;)

reply for @thecagedhearts from here

liberty froze at the last statement. the rest she'd heard before was an ongoing kind of thing in their relationship, but iris now hit the nail on the head painfully, and her biggest weakness was exposed. being called out was hard to take. she turned to iris and lowered her hands, the rush of needing to get to that gathering dissipated. it was as if she deflated. "you're right." she spoke oh, so softly. "i... i am scared." she admitted and looked up at iris. "i'm a coward." she added and then hung her head somewhat, feeling a wave of shame flood over her that she hadn't felt before. she let the woman she adored suffer because she was afraid. it was an ugly truth to her, once she had buried under years of saying to herself that it was her choice and that she didn't need to come out if she didn't want to, that she had every reason not to.

I don’t have enough words to describe how much I love Neil and met Andrew’s relationship in ITD 🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️

You and me both 💙 I really like getting to write them playing together and interacting in different ways than they might if they were both human.

They're so curious about each other, and the more they uncover, the more they realize they have in common.

Neil is curious because Andrew is a mer but also because he's Andrew, which is to say that he's complicated and trustworthy and deeply protective, and even though Neil doesn't understand it or even truly realize it (yet), he's very drawn to that.

Then, there's the fact that he also just admires Andrew as a person. Neil has been dozens of people, has worn dozen of faces, he has no concept of what it means to be so ironclad in your identity and your principles the way Andrew is, and it fascinates him. Andrew is uncompromising and steady, fearless and unapologetically himself. He does not back down. He does not run. He fights, and when he cannot fight, he weathers the storm.

And Andrew... Andrew just can't believe Neil is real. Nearly all the humans he's ever met in his life have done nothing but take from him, and the few that have shown him kindness are kept at a generous arms length.

Andrew doesn't believe in fairytales or wishful thinking (or so he tells himself), but somehow this impossible man has slipped past his guard without even trying.

Andrew wants to figure him out, this runaway turned witness turned a man born anew, who despite a lifetime of avoiding attachments, is allowing Andrew to know him, to peel back the layers and piece it all together. Who knows what it means to be powerless and hurt, who does not look at Andrew with fear anymore than he does pity. This human, who should know nothing about mers or their world, who should not be able to understand, somehow does.

Liberty's kids as memes again:

I forgot I had these, and I only posted like 3 last time. Oops. So here's me sharing a few more with y'all.

If James is the responsible one, you know there's gonna be problems(especially before the war):

The devil works hard, but those pigeons sure didn't:

I feel like this one is fairly self explanatory

How henri always ends up sitting on the top of the carriage at some point is beyond reason by now:

Listen you can't tell me James wasn't going off about tyranny the whole time they were under the floorboards:

This is literally the first several episodes of LK:

See also:

smile! / @musicallyiinclined

Though Liam's smile meets his eyes as he watches the rest of the guys and their families take the ice, the emptiness in his chest grows just a little wider. It's not an unfamiliar feeling considering his temporary living situation, but watching the rest of the team share team picture day with their loved ones, he can't help thinking about how far his own heart is. It doesn't help that his conversation with Zander and Indigo this morning was cut off because his husband had to end it early. Already, he is looking forward to hearing both of their voices again tonight. The next game in Toronto has been marked on his calendar since the start of the season, but it can't come soon enough.

As the rest of the guys take the ice, enjoying the time they have until the photographer sets up, Liam pushes away from the boards and slides his gloves on. Somewhere behind him, he hears a little voice call out, "Dad!" Which isn't unusual on a day like today, but this time he pauses, the voice sparking recognition in his eyes as he turns.

His eyes lighten immediately, widening as he pauses to let the sight sink in: his two favorite people. The grin that breaks across his expression is almost immediate, but the surprise remains as he skates toward the bench.

"baby quickly turn around and exit the other way" kenta who are you talking to. WHO.

Ian calling Sharon 'mom'.

class. warrior, mage ( apostate ) details. spirit warrior, storm mage, later a frenzied mage nationality. technically ferelden languages. common, high draconic weapons. war spear, gravel stone crystal atop it.

story.

From the south of Ferelden, within the uncharted territories of the Frostback Basin, there lies the Badlands where Vyke is said to be from. Part of the Nightfolk, a subsection within the tribe headed by Hoarah Loux, he is guided by the stars to head northward into Thedas. Being a lone adventurer, yet notable in his full suit of armor and tall spear that he is never seen without, he often poses as hired muscle for select jobs which he finds to be worthy enough to take on. There is no telling what the criteria entails to have him agree, but there seems to be something guiding him further on to the point where he is never truly in one place for too long. From what people can say who have met him, Vyke is known as a spirit warrior and does not quite hide the fact that he is also a mage ( much to the annoyance of many a templar who have not caught him yet )—however where he learned most of his spells is the one thing he often hides for the simple desire of protecting that which gave him the trust in the first place: a dragon. From his bond, he was able to learn the power of the storm, and wield electricity magic alongside his prowess with the spear. Now, the spear doubles as a staff, with its foci on the butt-end with a gifted crystal from the dragon itself. ( Off the coast in Storm Coast, there lies Dragon Island where a Vinsomer High Dragon by the name of Lansseax resides. Vyke can also be seen here, if one knows how to get there, that is. ) Yet, all journeys often come to an end, but no one knows what exactly that end was. Only one thing is certain: Vyke disappeared without a trace. Some say he traveled east, others say he went further north, while a small, select few say they saw him descend below ground, past the dwarven thaigs, past even the Deep Roads, to go where no man in centuries has been able to go. They said he is as good as dead, counting him among the corpses that litter the way, thus when he finally dragged himself up to the surface, less of a man he once used to be, no one truly believed it. In now melted armor, and an odd sensation surrounding him, he staggered and pulled himself to a rest at a small town just on the outskirts of Orlais. There, stories began to circulate. The town had gone mad with a mysterious flame burning them from within. Screams are often heard in the night, a proclamation to one of the lost Forgotten Ones to take them all, make them all equal within the chaos that is bound to come. It got to the point where Templars from a nearby city were then dispatched to control the area, only to be met with Vyke. Stories were added: was he dead or locked up, one does not know for certain. But all tell of Vyke vanishing once again.

interaction notes.

events not set in any particular game, can span across all three mirroring the protagonists from each as he does his own things. can be met here and there, but will never be a full companion, and can actually be a boss / enemy depending!

most interactions will be based before he descends. plotting otherwise is the only way I will write frenzied Vyke with anyone. some of these plots can be breaking him out of jail inside of a Circle if there is any interest.

easiest mode of interaction is Inquisition based: he is on Dragon Island which the Inquisitor can get to by way of a side quest. but he will either try to stop them or fight them off from attacking the dragon there. if the Inquisitor backs off from killing the dragon, Vyke can be recruited temporarily before he disappears by the end of the main game events.

Origins / DA2 centric characters, he will be part of one of the dragon cults within the area. however, he will want to go down into Orzammar / the Deep Roads ( da2: can be either of the three acts where the party goes back into the Deep Roads ), but will then disappear from the party once there if taken. if not taken, he will no longer be around.