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[maricabrera]

WHO: @cali-cabrera WHERE: Cali's Place

Letting herself into Cali's home, their childhood home, like she still lived there was par for the course, however- Mari didn't usually have this nervous feeling in her gut when she did. She'd love to chalk it up to the fact that she and Cali hadn't really seen each other for more than a few minutes since the music festival and subsequent hurricane, but she knew that wasn't it. Cali was her sister, for fuck's sake, and no amount of time would ever change her being excited to see the older woman. But having what she was sure was bad news? Well that had her shaking in her boots... boots she slipped out of and left by the front door before making her way further into the house.

"Cali!" She called out, smiling warmly as Alba came running into the room to greet her. "Calita!" She called again, using a nickname she'd coined in childhood to get her older sister's attention. "Where are you? I have food!" After giving Alba a few pats to the head, Mari moved further into the house, opting to set up in the living room rather than the kitchen as she plopped herself down on the floor and began unloading the bags of Chinese food onto the table, pulling an eggroll out of its wrapper and munching on it as she did. If they were going to have what she knew was going to turn into a tense conversation, there better be food. And beer. Both of which she brought. "And if the food's not enough, I have beer! Better hurry before me and Alba eat all of the beef and broccoli!"

[indulgnces]

who: augsta rivera (@behindthcmall)

where: masquerade ball

If James were being honest with herself, she was hoping she'd end up in the exact situation she was in when she came out tonight. Because while she loved all the traditional things that came with Halloween — the costumes, the decorations, the candy, the spooky vibes — it was the parties and hookup culture embedded into the holiday that was really her favorite part. When she first made eye contact with the Black Cat, she was across the room engaged in conversation with another, so James didn't interrupt. The second time it happened, James took it as an invitation, only to be swept away by her own friend in need of a bathroom break. The third time it happened, when the Black Cat was on the dance floor, James made sure there were no intervening forces when she finally approached.

Which is how she found herself where she was now, all but pressed up against the woman who had caught her eye. The dance floor was nearly like any other — the clustered bodies and acute scent of sweat a sharp contrast to the glitzy masks and adorned attire. The music thrummed through her, providing a hypnotic melody that perfectly fit the theme of the evening and the feeling James was caught up in as she moved in rhythm with the Black Cat, utterly captivated by the woman moving with her. She didn't know her name, didn't know her situation, hell she could barely see part of her face with the dim lighting and the mask obscuring it, but none of that mattered when the feeling running through her every time the other woman touched her felt this good. Drunk on that feeling, it felt all too natural to take her hand, lean forward, and suggest in the Black Cat's ear, "Let's get off the dance floor."

[rexomi]

Something something. Making Solas a liar in Veilguard actively brings back a problem they fixed working on Inquisition.

On December 20 2019 VGS posted an interview with Trick Weekes about their work on Solas. This whole sentence is a link so its large enough for mobile but also disclaimer this is before they changed their name so deadname warning.

Here's a transcription I found here which is where i took the screenshots above. Since I know not everyone has 40 minutes to listen to an online radio interview.

I however highlighted the main point since most of you are not reading the screenshots anyway but skimming through. Rant under Read-more. Also bc i try to not be too negative on people's dashs but also i wanna ramble some more.

"But he lied a lot more. And it really weakened his character."

You can tell this happened during the game. Solas lies only once within Inquisition. He says something he can't be vague about and you push him so he lies, badly. He usually tells the truth vaguely. Typically Solas lies no more than Blackwall.

I fully believe that if in Inquisition your inquisitor figured out that Solas was Fen’harel and asked him bluntly to his face he'd confess. He might even be impressed. But why would you ever start to think that. No one assumes that their coworker is actually Poseidon regardless of how much they love the beach and ocean.

He hides in your expectations.

You can't ask him about being an ancient elf or being Fen'harel of myth because those aren't very probable. They're astronomically low to be truth within that universe. And outside, no one finished DA2 and went i wonder if one of our next companions is the Dread Wolf. Sera said, impossible things can't be surprises. He doesn't have to lie so when the truth comes out it's becomes obvious on a second playthrough.

They then actively bring back a problem they fixed in Inquisitions development. That they were open about fixing. That having a character that outright lies to you makes you have no intention of even hearing out the character. It retroactively undercuts Inquisition bc i see people trying to find Solas' lies in it when they aren't going to find any beyond the court intrigue.

It undercuts any lore we do get from Solas bc people dismiss it outright as being a lie from Mr "I abhor blood magic". I feel like shaking people's shoulders like no, dont do it.

They retconned him guys i have proof from 2019.

And its like if you hate Solas is this even satisfying? Like that's not Solas. His motivations are gone (that's a whole other post) and so is his core personality trait. It's like they went here's the Dreadwolf but during the ten years they replaced the smug asshole who was insufferably right with a 20 yo senior chihuahua that doesnt have any teeth.

My favorite villains are those that tell the truth. Because nothing hurts more than the truth. Can you imagine if he told you the truth. If he told you horrible things that you dismissed as lies to only be true. Wouldn't Varric’s death have more weight if he told you Varric was dead only for you - for everyone - to see him in the Lighthouse. If it was a spirit who took his shape to help you or even because it saw something worth reflecting in your memories.

So you dismiss him until it's revealed near the end oh he was telling the truth and you have an oh shit maybe he was right about other things but its too late to try and stop any of the truths he told you which could be from allies/companions betraying to stuff about Ghilan'nain and Elgarnan.

Like the only way to redeem Solas was to listen to him and by going out of your way to address problems he sees and you can find the alternative to tearing down the Veil by a series a little puzzle pieces throughout the game.

Have it be he will only listen to you if you listen to him. That he'll reject your other solution bc why the hell would he trust you if you couldnt extend the same.

Like Solas couldve been a great villian and he should've been great for both the haters and those that liked him. Not only the romance but for those who became his friend. Like i keep coming back to if i hated Solas would i be satisfied with Veilguard.

And the answer is no because that isnt Solas.

Tricking him has no weight bc he's an idiot in Veilguard like not even in the ending bc doesn't notice you switch the dagger around like right in front of him but none of his actions make sense. Ppl have mentioned the regret prison makes no sense for Elgarnan and Ghilan'nain bc they don't have regrets.

Attacking Solas has no weight because he literally needs the shit kicked out of him by a dragon for it to even begin to work. They literally need him to be at deaths door before its realistic that Rook could take him in a fight.

Redeem has no weight bc of the massive retcons to his motivations. They had to retcon the post credits scene bc even if Flemythal went hey i don't want you to do this Dai Solas wouldve went okay but that doesnt solve my other problems with the veil including the corruption of spirits and the fact its in literal shambles so i guess is still coming down.

I'm just disappointed. By the end of Trespasser they had a great villian and they just tossed it to the side and reverted him and people are arguing about a character who's sole defining trait in Veilguard is a problem they solved before Inquisition launched.

Basically we can sum it up with a screenshot.

[theblueblurhero]

Sonic was out for a run he knew this type of weather was bad but he - as a hero had to make sure no one was freezing to death out here or being blown away. But it looks like he'll be the on in trouble if he doesn't turn back. While passing the trees that gave him some cover a poster caught his eye quickly stopping directly infront of it. Something about this weather had caused his own worry mind already drifting to the day he faced Scourge after the other had attempted to take over not just his world but Sonic's too. He rememberes in detail the storm outsidethe castle so to see his smug face on some riuned paper mabe the Hero actually tense up.

Frowning as Sonic leaning in to make out the words, Missing? What did they mean missing. If Scourge wasn't with his own little group and hasn't attacked Sonic's group yet...then what was the Anti 'him' up too? Or was he in danger? Leaning back with a heavy sigh Sonic looks around confused and worried - not that he'll ever show it. Turning back to the number he would keep that info in mind if Scourge did somehow turn uo suddenly. Because of course a chance of that happened was possibly..the guy hated Sonic so much still right? And it's not like Sonic ever agreed on his views and plans.

"Are you really..missing..though." He muttered observing the paper like that would make him realize something else. Was he just tense because of the rain?

Today wasn't exactly the best day known to man. The weather didn't exactly help, either, with cold rain migrating from the clouds to the green grass on the ground and the wind attempting to push it's limits as it sang it's sorrowful heart out. Flickies were hiding, not taking interest in the doomsday type weather. However, during all of this misery, something felt.. Odd. Nothing appeared to be wrong, but a gut feeling said that something was up.

There was a wet piece of paper on a tree, that was slowly tearing itself limb from limb due to the unbearable droplets of rain that, to the paper, seemed more like acid, if anything. Although, despite it's poor attitude to this dismal climate, some of what was on it was.. Slightly intelligible. On the paper that I'm now realizing is a poster, read out the following:

MISSING;

SCOURGE THE HEDGEHOG

GREEN HEDGEHOG WITH LIGHT BLUE EYES, TWO SCARS ON CHEST REPRESENTING ROMAN NUMERAL TWO. WEARS A BLACK LEATHER JACKET TAILORED WITH REAL LEATHER, HAS STITCHED FLAMES ON SLEEVES — SLEEVES ARE RIPPED. BLACK AND GREEN BOOTS, WEARS GOLDEN EAR PIERCING.

IF FOUND PLEASE PHONE 555-0123 IMMEDIATELY.

The number was recognizable, it was the number of the Destructix. Perhaps that's what made everything feel so weird..

@theblueblurhero

[purgatored]

STATUS : closed for @ludics ! LOCATION : inside benny's diner !

" YOU MUST BE REAL BUSY NOW, HUH ?" the question is blatantly rhetorical . cherry's brows raise with it as she looks at him . " without kina to cover for you or whatever ." a shrug . " that must fucking suck . i mean, a lot of things fucking suck right now ." cherry allows, her brow arching . " but that must fucking suck for you ." cherry moves to take a sip of her milkshake to punctuate the words, studying him almost curiously from where she sits at the diner's counter . she puts down her glass before adding a blunt, " although, it overall seems like a pretty shitty business to be busy in, i'm not going to lie to you ." if cherry was honest she mostly only started the conversation because they were the only two people in here, and well, cherry never did well with boredom . especially not now, with the doom and gloom of it all settling over the town like a heavy blanket . no, cherry needed distractions and a lot of them . she was pretty sure this conversation might give her at least ten minutes of that if nothing else . so cherry turns to face him then, the diner's counter digging into the small of her back as she almost boredly asks, " ... you like your job or what ?"

[sunblud]

STARTER CALL ( accepting! )

                  there are few things that comfort sookie after finding yet another acquaintance slain, and even less things that soothe her ever racing thoughts than the sign of an approaching police-adjacent vehicle; knowing with every fibre of her being that there’ll be questions she just can’t answer, and even more that she can, but can’t rationally explain. she could make a career out of this, halfling thinks grimly; this was becoming a far too familiar situation for her: sent by one friend to locate someone, only to find the gore remaining.

         with a steadying breath, another wipe of tears off of her cheeks halfling steps out to flag down the approaching detectives and specialists; she’d already been interviewed by the local cops, but apparently she had to linger in case the detectives needed her further—- whether they did or not, regardless or whatever questions they ended up throwing at her, she’d have no answer for them. after all, how can one calmly explain that oh you weren’t just in the neighbourhood checking in on a long distance friend ( a “friend,” you only learnt existence of a couple weeks ago, and only began talking to mere days before your calls and texts stopped being answered ), but actually, here because you had to somehow convince the poor girl to suck it up and face Alcide’s pack for questioning, that it was better that the girl make her own way home to them in sookie’s tiny car, instead of being dragged through the brush by some wolves. 

         all too familiar nervous grin tightens halfling’s face as she steps out of the way of the sudden foot traffic, analysts, detectives catching up with the story from the local police etc.—- so caught up in the sudden swarm ( alongside, mentally, and physically preparing herself to not crumble whilst she gathers the few facts about the murdered girl and some convincing lies ) that she doesn’t even realise she’s stopped and simply started staring at @baysin. with a jump, mostly at herself for forgetting her manners, the halfling presses a clammy palm against her the soft material of her thin knit sweater, just above her racing heart,❛ —-oh! excuse me, didn’t mean to stare at ya. you one of the detectives I need to speak to? ❜

[ripgray-moved]

           negan's cruel legacy is notorious in alexandria, but for peter— somebody who is decidedly not from alexandria, his identity remains a mystery. with that in mind, he finds it very odd to spot the back of a man's head through the barred window of an unknown person's basement.

           peter approaches warily, his sceptre clutched tightly in his hand as he gets closer. the stairs are perched on; crouching until he can sit down, knees drawn up against his chest as he observes the stranger curiously.

           "hey. why are you locked up like an animal?" oh, fuck. has he just uncovered something bad about this place? [ @wiredcapability ]

[tempestaslokni]

'Boo?!' Lokni's eyes hadn't left the newcomer as they entered the already cramped cabin. It was almost as if Lokni could feel his Adam's apple bob in his throat when he swallowed. Lokni couldn't help but glance over to see how far his knife was from him. Didn't like being backed into an enclosed space, but the stranger held up their hands, unarmed. Or their weapon was out of sight, at least. If city-slicker was a stereotype this guy was it, smartly shaven beard, styled hair, brand name clothing, and a gait that suggested that they were rarely denied what they wanted. Agewise, this newcomer looked... Well, they were a looker regardless of age. Then again, who wasn't on this god-forsaken island? Honestly, Lokni couldn't care less about his taste in ice cream, he just wanted to know what this person's intentions were. Try as he might to study them, their movements and expressions were mostly unreadable for Lokni, as if this person was practiced in the art of appearing unthreatening. Or at least mastered in the art of choosing how to present themselves. Lokni didn't trust that one bit, but he leaned his back against the cool mirror, taking in the stranger. When they approached, Lokni held his ground, watching, waiting for any sudden movement. None came however, the newcomer seemed to study him intensely, looking at his clothing. "I know that I need a belt, didn't get a chance to put mine back on-" Lokni said stiffly, the waistline of the shorts sagging a bit as if to spite him, "what do you want?" Lokni glanced at the stranger's hands, not shying away, but not advancing either. Lokni held his gaze, curious as to what they would do next.

"Someone's definitely here, boo." Alex had paused in the doorway mostly just to peep in and see if it was something interesting going on in the cabin, something he might wanna get in on in terms of scavenging and wheedle his way into making off with some percentage of the spoils, but then he'd seen the guy inside there, standing in front of the mirror. Something he maybe really might wanna get in on.

Stepping inside and sliding his sunglasses up onto his head, Alex held up his hands to show that he didn't mean any harm -- the guy was skittish as a rattlesnake at a maraca factory -- and said, "I'm Alex Panganiban, one of your fellow castaways, I'm a Gemini, and I eat all three flavours in a tub of Neapolitan ice cream. There, now we know each other a little."

Alex lowered his hands, letting his gaze drift all over the other man's body, the way that the shirt was hanging from his broad shoulders and the fit of the camo waistband against his body. "You're gonna want a belt with that," he said, moving in closer, holding his own palms hovered vaguely over the other man's hips. Not touching, Alex was good at not touching without permission, but sort of asking that permission with the motion.

[nahimarchive]

closed starter for @nottheangel-raphael

whilst he’d had no doubt in raphael’s ability to make good on their deal, nahim remained faintly surprised by just how smoothly the process had gone. initially, the wait for the call of confirmation had been agonising. nahim had paced throughout the entire palazzo while he’d waited with his phone practically surgically attached to him, dismissing everyone and everything that tried to interrupt him. when the call finally came through, nahim had remained the picture of perfect diplomacy across the line, expressing his gratitude for raphael’s efforts before terminating the call. it had been a gamble to stake his claim over the position so soon after marcellino’s passing, especially with lingering doubt still harboured by some surrounding the official ruling concerning the cause of his sire’s death, but wasting time fretting over the opinions of others was out of the question – what mattered most was that he’d succeeded.

with the rest of the coven briefed on the decision later that night, nahim had set off for krovs the following morning. there was no need to waste time now that the vote had been cast in favour of his ascension. the sooner he arrived, the sooner he could rectify the damaged reputation his sire had nurtured through continuously staggering displays of ineptitude. once he’d checked over his suite and found almost everything to his liking, nahim shifted his focus to the most pressing matter of all and headed to raphael’s suite. calling ahead would have been the wiser decision but something told nahim an unannounced arrival wouldn’t go down too badly, all things considered. approaching raphael in his own territory was undoubtedly the best way to conduct this little reunion of sorts. coming to a halt, he knocked twice before letting himself in to lean against the doors. “you'll have to excuse the spontaneous visit–" amusement laced the edge of his tone as he spoke. "–i'm here to apologise, actually."

[awkwardcourage]

@timerevolt

Despite everything, there was still a part of Hughie that was still in awe of supes. Their powers fascinated him. He still secretly enjoyed scrolling through subreddits on supes, looking at all the new and exciting powers that seemed to be cropping up. Even if they were similar, no two were ever the same.

Lucy Warren was something of a legend. Time powers were exceedingly rare and the use of hers made her incredible difficult to overpower in a fight. What truly amazed Hughie was that she could, theoretically, actually travel through time, but it turned out it wasn’t as easy teleportation.

Hughie was following a lead on Lucy, one that he wasn’t expecting much to come out of. Or had been a fruitless few days in a shitty little town and while he wasn’t usually one to drink his emotions, he found himself hungering for something to take the edge off.

What he didn’t realise was that the very person who he was looking for was behind the bar.

Hughie sat down with a sigh, leaning over to try and get the bartender’s attention. “Hey. Uh, could I have a beer please?”

[grcveyacd]

it’s a simple statement, one that’s probably replayed in his head more times that he can count. deep down he knows how he feels about them, how he’s always felt about them but, he’s stayed silent about it for months now. not letting anyone — not even his sister, know how much he still loved them. how does one even get over the person that actually got them? that knew what they were thinking, knew all their quirks, their likes, their dislikes… god, he was a fool for letting them go, and he was paying the price for it now. “ who wouldn’t be? “ he simply states, lifting his drink to his lips, dark hues never faltering from theirs. “ i’d be a fool not to. “  // @mourninglvmb ( based on x )

[theha1rarch]

@realmyths liked for a starter!

Steve knows, he knows, Robin will wring his neck for approaching a - to put it bluntly - non-famous person. Knows she'd lecture him for hours about the dangers, especially here, out in the open, with no one else around. But Steve can't help himself, it seems like this girl is in some kind of trouble, or at the very least something is wrong. Maybe she's just having a bad day, but Steve can't bring himself to just turn away. He approaches with a soft smile. "Hey, uh, are you okay?" Is asked gently, head tilting to the side a little. "I mean, maybe I'm reading this wrong but it just ... it just seems like something is wrong and if you need help or something, I can do my best to ... My name's Steve."

[avaetar]

korra pokes around the small house, dropping her bag on the couch with a soft plop as she passes by, using a weak gust of air to soften its fall. " i think we've got our work cut out for us. " she murmurs once the door closes behind @kingwu, giving them both a nights reprieve of privacy away from the head councilman of the small town that'd spent the past few hours repeating to them every woe experienced since kuvira's reign.

" i haven't seen this much tension since unalaq attacked my home. " and that ended in a civil war. korra doesn't exactly want to be the cause of another. she leans against the wall, crossing one ankle over her other, " how are you feeling ? any of this turmoil come as a shock to you ? " she hadn't been sure what to expect herself, korra had known it would be bad, but she'd been hoping that it wouldn't be like a pack of polarbear dogs fighting for territory. unfortunately, her hopes had been denied. " do you think having elections any time soon is even possible here ? "

[savage-rhi]

Magenta 🤬

[purgatored]

STATUS : closed for @crxwbound ! LOCATION : side wing of the infirmary !

CHERRY KNOWS SHE ISN'T EXACTLY THE BEST PERSON . like, by moral standards or whatever . honestly, she made peace with it a long time ago . following the rules was for suckers, and out in the real world it was kinda everyone for themselves . this was more than the real world though . this shit was amplified . yeah, everything was pretty kumbaya for now but who knew how long that would last . cherry was pretty determined to be okay if everything turned to shit, which, in her defense, things already seemed to be . and perhaps it's that ( and, admittedly, her natural urges ) that have led to her being here, rummaging through kina's shit like a racoon . cherry is trying to be decently respectful at least . putting things back where she found them, not wrecking anything . kina was nice enough, she's not trying to be an asshole . but useful shit is neatly pocketed all the same and interesting shit is tucked away, all with swift hands that cherry still prides herself in . she's about halfway done when she hears it . a noise from outside . just the sound is enough for her not to hesitate, body moving swiftly to slip into the first hiding place she spots and wait . she's done this too many times to hold her breath, but her heart hammers briefly all the same . she's determined to wait whoever it is out . that is, until she spots exactly who her company is in the crack of the closet door . the sight is simultaneously enough for her shoulders to loosen and for her eyes to roll as she steps out of the closet with an exasperated, " bobby, what the fuck are you doing here ?" she gives him a dry look before huffing . " y'know, for a second i thought it might be somebody i should actually be worried about ."

[bastardfae]

┊ ┊ ┊. ➶ ˚ ( starter for @kresnikxkaden )

to say that it all happened too fast for him to accurately recall wasn’t a lie, necessarily. lying was one of the few things he was completely and utterly incapable of doing. however, under kaden’s all too familiar stare, arnon found himself wishing he could. he kicks at the ground with the toe of his boot once again and inhales sharply as the movement rocks the heavy wave of inebriation coursing through his system. “yes, i spilled first blood. if you want to be all ye olde laws of the land about it. but he started it verbally. i’m no more the aggressor than he is.”

arnon’s stare shifts from the ground to finally hold kaden’s stare, jaw clenching as his resolve remained firm. he’d practically lost count of their meetings at this point. all four seasons had come and passed following kaden’s arrival. what better way to spend his first anniversary than standing in the bitter cold of the evening interrogating a regular? really, kaden should be thankful; he could be dealing with some depraved lowlife – fortunately, the fates had been kind enough to offer him a bar fight and the pleasure of decent company. arnon could only hope that he’d be able to talk his way out of any major reprimanding.

 “come on, kaden. it’s not like he’s dead,” he offers casually to fill the beat of quiet between them, a shrug of his shoulders punctuating the statement. “there wasn’t enough room to properly wind back–” he motions winding his arm back to swing before immediately shifting to support himself against the wall again, the alcohol in his system still very much hindering his balance. “–had to improvise. but worry not, o' benevolent one, it was for the greater good.”