#waterlock

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Yuki is hard at work building her livestream empire. Her followers are almost in double figures now, although she has to admit her attempts to get the fandom nickname behr cubs off the ground fell pretty flat, but one day she will be bigger than Penny Pizzazz!

(Also, hello everyone!)

[sun-marie]

my sister, who has played Disco Elysium before and the one who recommended it to me, is having an aneurysm because I'm, quote unquote, "barrelling through the main story" 😅

[cocktalehours]

Spelt brioche and a waterlocked house

[sunuism]

regularly having to get the maintenance people to come and unclog my drain is kinda embarrassing like.... im really that nasty

[halo-belkastrelka]

Spelt brioche and a waterlocked house

[simayush]

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[dogmasquerade]

god okay disco elysium fans try and understand the consequences of actions challenge. jean is a dick but also he's like that... for a reason. kim has literally only just met harry he has no frame of reference for the past and NEITHER DOES THE PLAYER. Jean's been with harry since he was sober. he's seen the downfall. harry's gone clean before and all that happens is he fell in again. none of yall have had to be friends with an addict and it shows. it's constant. its painful. eventually compassion fatigue. you just can't care like you used to because every single time you offered a hand it got bit. sunk cost fallacy forces you to stay but its like poison. toxic, eating away at you, an albatross. you can't leave him but you can't live with him. you know hes hurting so so bad but the hurt spills from his overflowing heart into anger and its directed at you.

anyway td;lr jean's got good reason for giving up on harry, martinase was just his final straw. its not just "ough you shouted at me while being mentally ill once and now im mad :(" its "i have watched you systematically destroy yourself from the inside out. you are burning alive and every time i try to help you i get burnt. you have embraced the flames at this point and i don't know how else to help anymore. you arent who i used to know."

EXCEPT HE DOESN'T EVEN DO THAT BECAUSE HE CAME BACK. he came back literally as soon as the waterlock got fixed. he still fucking cares.

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Waterlock Redoubt | Behr Household Renovation

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Renovation of the Behr household, decorated using the Cozy Kitsch kit

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[beachf4gz]

i was thinking abt a bunch of role reversal au art i've seen of kim and harry and tried to like imagine how it would work for me, and i settled on them swapping volition stats. I think in this au Harry would have had a similar situation with Dora, subsequent crisis and then managed to pull himself together out of shame and the fundamental desire to "not be" that person. I think he would experience and express his emotions less and less over time, still able to see beauty in the world and able to continue going but with a hesitence towards action or connection or expression. I think his relationship with Jean would be far less tense, but Harry withdrawing in such a way would probably make it fairly shallow as Jean would see him as emotionally "giving up" and would not be able to "reach him" so long as they were both working (since "functioning" is what caused Harry to enter an anhedonic state). I think Harry would have gone to Martinaise because, as the team leader, he felt it was his job to represent their precinct and because he would grasp onto anything presented to him as a chance to escape the monotony of his life.

I think Kim would be fucked with a low volition. Here he would be someone who sees the whole world as fundamentally against him, and has a lot of resentment and fear built up over years that is paralysing to his ability to exist in the world. He would be unable to form relationships easily, unable to self identify with much of anything due to a feeling of ostracisation that would fester into resentment and hate. He would see his body as a prison and find simply using and existing in it humiliating (wearing big clothes lol) , and wld start the game by intentionally crashing his MC into the waterlock in a suicide attempt.

I've thought about a couple moments I would like to explore with them like this like I'm probs gna draw them, I think you can't "reverse" their dynamic easily and so any attempt to do so leads to just a new and interesting deal.

edit: im adding a tag bc i’m actually making stuff 4 it :3

[bloomingrach]

Behr House Reno

I did a reno of the house the Behr sisters live in. I took inspiration from the fact that they inherited the house from their grandma. I imagine they kept a lot of things the same, so the interior is a little bit granny chic. Except their bedrooms are a lot more in line with their own styles.

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I think the little cuddly green guy in the background is probably more aware of his surroundings than Yuki is at this point.

[randomwriteronline]

Half silly and half serious idea for your Transformed Turaga AU idea. Or maybe it's silly on the surface while serious as the groundwork?

Most of it is still pretty vague, but I have some scenes of the Toa Hordika wrecking shop in what I assume a corrupt Great Being's lab. Not necessarily Velika, because the technology is a variant of mind control using somebody's greatest desire.

And as usual with the Toa Metru or Hordika, it's chaos. There's the stuff like Nokama operating a set of levers and rerouting water flow to flood a room, wrecking the delicate machinery there.

Or opening locks not meant to be opended. Maybe it's the waterlock! Nokama surveys her work from underwater, satisfied.

Matau bites a security drone, and its programming soon begins to corrupt.

The technology to control them either doesn't work at all or somehow they adapt to it. Soon enough even a touch of them is enough to destroy it, but that's less fun than tearing it open when possible.

They at one point literally tear a whole workshop apart. Very therapeutic, they will tell you.

Whenua's sitting on a cliff over an entrance where the Great Being just rushed, seeing to their horror that he's sitting next to something delicate and important. He makes eye contact as he pushes the object over and it's impossible to catch before it shatters on the floor.

"Whoops."

And that's not even going into any combination of the Hordika enabling each other and becoming even more chaotic.

i remember seeing this in reblogs and it wasnt really something i had ideas about but i do wholly condone elder furry violence on mind controlling objects and i do love slapstick

id imagine this is a final gambit of the great beings who are Shitting Their Pants upon all other attempts at stopping the mu beings failing (badly) and it STILL fails because hordika coding or something doesnt respond to it bc they never accounted for hordika existing so they have no counter. "oh but theyre only six" one of them says, Unaware Of Who The Metru Are And What Their Modus Operandi Is, "theres no way a few stupid animals can stop us". comes back in the room to every piece of extremely valuable and delicate machinery ripped to shreds and six werebeasts eating the fibre optic cables like extremely large noodles. thats what you fucking get

they start off scared as shit for the situation and the pressure but end up having a magnificent time. so much shit that feels so good to crack and beat the shit out of AND theyre allowed to do that!! required even!!! theyre healing from things they didnt even know they had. this is their new home. great beings evicted forever and ever. hordika city now

matau has been parkouring everywhere he shouldnt and no windows are safe from him. onewa found a new artistic vein and has been gingerly breaking as much shit as possible to find the right pieces for his sculptures. vakama has been mauling every single drone and robot he finds with his teeth. nuju is methodically shredding important documents to make snow out of them. whenua has been digging holes in the pavements and walls and busting the air ducts by crawling through them. nokama has caused more water-related destructive mishaps than anybody can count. they are so so proud of themselves and having a grand old time. the nuva, mahri, hagah and mata nui are hollering at them in support after getting snapped out of mind control. the agori and glatorian are impressed. the great beings are in shambles and within minutes of having their asses viciously bitten by extremely large werebeasts

[sharksandjays]

You know that scene in Skybound when they are heading to Tiger Widow Island and the storm comes??? Yeah this is pretty much a rewrite.

I just love the thought of them being able to sense their elements. I had to implement it.

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Their voyage was going pretty well, the waters were calm and the skies were clear. Cole stayed towards the middle of the deck, nervously looking at the water that splashed aboard every once in a while. Nya was below deck with Lloyd checking the rations for the long trip. It was quiet. Cole was almost tempted to ask Zane to play something--the man was a literal walking spotify for first master's sake! But he left the nindroid alone, sitting alongside Cole quietly (probably talking to his girlfriend in his head the lucky bastard) knowing he was about just as comfortable as he was with the surrounding of water. Hell, even Jay seemed irked by their waterlocked situation--Cole noticed him glancing to the sky longingly every so often as if thinking about making this ship fly as well. Speaking of Jay, Cole was a bit worried about him. He was sitting quietly at the stern, mindlessly flipping through a book published by Cliff Gordon--his newfound birth father. Every time Cole went over to talk to him, Jay just gave him a vague response, not looking up from his book. He had seemed so excited to flaunt Cliff's money and boat and house to them before, but his previous excitement was gone. Cole felt for him, he really did. The situation must have just dawned on him. He knew the feeling of having a deadbeat dad, but he was sure having a dead deadbeat dad must've been a whole new pill to swallow. So he gave him some space. Lloyd finally emerged with Nya from belowdeck, both of them carrying large coolers and baskets. Nya had her hair tied up in a tight bun, whereas Lloyd didn't seem to get the memo and yelped when his hair whipped around his face. After laughing at him for a moment, Cole approached him and stared at the baskets. Food? Lloyd read his expression, and gave a delighted laugh. "Yes, Cole. There's plenty of food. Whoever owned this ship must've had whole parties down here!" Cole sideyed Jay behind him, who just kept flipping through his book, and shook his head, laughing nervously. "Yeah they must've."

He eargely waited for Lloyd to sit down and open one of the baskets, almost immediatley becoming religious the second he saw the sea of sandwiches and baked goods waiting for them.

Soon enough they were all munching on a sandwich, sitting contentedly on the deck while sharing vague plans to get the Tiger Widow venom. Jay was the only exception, of course, being the only one who hadn't accepted food and still sitting at the stern silently.

Without his usual...animated exclamations, the silence was certainly felt. Eventually the group fell into a comfortable silence, Lloyd and Nya cuddled together on the floor of the deck, and Cole and Zane sitting staring at the sky, all stuffed up with more food that they had in days.

It was also more peace than we've had in days. Cole thought happily, arms tucked beneath his head as he cloudwatched. Until suddenly, as if the universe itself wanted to prove Cole wrong, Jay's head snapped up. He stuffed his book under his arm and stood, instantly gaining all of their attention. Cole saw lightning flash in his best friend's eyes and his heart sunk. Ah, he knew that look. It was the same one he got when he sensed an earthquake…when Zane sensed a blizzard…when Nya sensed rain… Jay's expression was firm, and sparks crackled along his arms, seeming to pull towards the direction he was staring at. "Storm's coming."

[cocksley-and-catapult]

if c&c were in disco who'd be the harry and who'd be the kim. or do you think theyre another de duo entirely. like the waterlock guy and his butcher friend.

[icedjuiceboxes]

New dishonored au bc I'm insane okay:

Billie being DH1!Emily royal protector

So.

While heirs to the throne get to choose their royal protector at the age 11, Jessamine and Corvo decides to let Emily choose her a year early. Especially with Corvo about to take his trip across with the Isles to find aid for the plague.

Hiram Burrows overhears this. He drags Billie lurk into the Tower and fabricates all the documents that says shes been with the watch for some time. Well accomplished- even saved the high overseer Campbell's life at some point. It's perfect- bring in Daud's right hand man to do recon right at the source in plain sight.

Corvo and Jess are none the wiser- Corvo double checks Billie's background, but finds little to argue with when he has testimonials from Burrows and Campbell. She's not a bad match, young, full of energy. can keep up with Emily.

Emily was tempted to argue with the choice, especially since she didn't get to choose, and worse of all Burrows picked Billie- a man Emily hates with all the fury a ten y/o could muster. She was tempted- but excitement won over being petty. And it did helped Billie mindlessly made a comment about Burrows, throwing him under the bus in favor to win Emily over.

So that was it. Billie joined Emily's side, and by extension, the empress' side as well while Corvo traveled the isles.

Emily showed Billie all the best hiding spots in the Tower, and all the ways she sneaks away to get away from lessons. When Billie wasn't needed, she reported back to Daud, every little detail the young empress was so kind to share.

At some point Delilah meets with Billie, knowing what she plans to do. They can all get what they want. Billie just needs to bring Emily to her after the assassination.

Despite learning to enjoy Emily's company and the life the Tower brought, Billie went through with it.

That day. Corvo came back early. It didn't stop them though. It was going to happened. Billie stood with the three in the gazebo, watching the waterlock. Emily was the first to point out the approaching whalers.

When they appeared, Corvo was quick to draw his sword. Billie simply stood in front of Jess and Emily, it wasn't time to drop the facade. Corvo was a force to be reckoned with, he didn't need Billie's help regardless.

When Daud showed up though. It was over. Time to drop the act. Thomas held Corvo in the air. Daud came face to face with her, the Empress behind her and Emily hugging her legs.

She stepped aside, taking Emily with her. As Daud took Jess by her neck, Billie was just barely quick enough to cover Emily's eyes, she being frozen in a state of fear and shock. As Jessamine's body fell to the floor, Billie's hand slipped off Emily's face. Emily stared up at her, emotionless and barely just choked out "You lied." Emily was spared the sight, but she wasn't oblivious to the sounds to put together what conspired.

Billie barely just managed to transverse in time with Thomas and Daud as Emily said those words.

Billie was still in charge of Emily after she and the whalers returned to HQ. Emily fought Billie, and had punch hard enough to leave bruises, before breaking down and screaming and crying and pleading for answers on Billie's betrayal. And then she fell asleep, exhausted. Billie had a choice. She could hand over Emily to the Pendletons, and follow Burrows plan. Or hand her over to Delilah, who powers Billie been borrowing over the last few months.

In the dead of the night. Billie left with Emily for the Brigmore Manor.

Long story short Delilah was insane, and Billie had to get Emily out. She regretted choosing Delilah, not that the Pendletons was a much better choice. She was stuck in between a rock and a hard place.

So there was Billie Lurk alone with Emily. Ally to no one. Burned every bridge she had. The whalers. The coven. The royal family.

Emily had no choice but to go wherever Billie took her, up against the whole entire city of dunwal.

[palestaticexchange]

THE MAN AT THE GATE

You sit on the railing overlooking the lorries.

There's the occasional beep from the malcontented men taking refuge from fluttering snow in their cabins. The lady driver fled this morning- driven away by some cop clearly *compensating* for something. This you know. You just about heard the bang of that cabin door echoing over the waterlock, as he screeched sideways onto the plaza.

One driver beeps again. Some long, drawn-out honk in place of a frustrated scream. You smile. As if one more noise would make a difference.

"Hey, Beret!" Drawls a nasally voice up and to your left.

When you turn your head you spot the young woman. She has her arms crossed on the railing, and smacks gum down at you with a smirk. Well *this* was interesting.

You bring a finger to your beret and tip it in her direction. "Evenin'," you give her your brightest flash of teeth. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She must like your mock chivalry because her smirk becomes a smile. Between that and her pause in chewing you realise just how young she actually looks.

A damn shame then that she spends all day on the catwalk clinging to some brainless goliath like a fly on shit.

"Wanted ta talk to ya!" She replies, resuming her chewing.

"Oh? Where's the big man?"

The girl looks over her shoulder, still smacking away. "Pissin' over the side of some railing." When her head returns to you her expression takes on an element of cheek. "I teased him about the *effects of the cold* and Jean-Luc got *shy*."

You throw your head back and laugh.

Of course she did. Of course *he* did. The brick-shithouse was an eight-foot stack of walking contradictions. Despite his supposed 'superiority' a little little-dick joke from one of his *babes* was enough to send him off, tail between his legs. Of course.

Evrart wouldn't like it, but he didn't *have* to see everything. None of the scabs had noticed Measurehead's absence. You can also hear the drunk retching from behind the Whirling, new handler likely in-tow. Everything was under control.

"What's ya name?" Ah. The girl. *That* is why she's talking to you.

"Call me Mañana."

She rolls her eyes. "What's ya *real* name?"

You chuckle. "Who are we to decide what is and is not real, chica?"

She groans and pushes back off the railing, arching her back and shouting to the sky. "All you artsy types is the same!" Whatever she was *going* to say next is cut off by her new posture providing the perfect chute for that overworked piece of gum to slip into.

She draws breath with a pop and her eyes widen. Then she's keeling over the railing and pounding a fist against her diaphram, hacking until a little pink blob flies from her mouth surrounded by spittle. You follow it's trajectory downwards.

There's a glorious, *terrifying*, moment of excitement where you think it's gonna land right on the main scab's head. Then it hits the ground with no ceremony, noticed only by you.

Your eyes return to the girl. No chewing, no smirk, no heckling. Only white knuckles wrapped around the railing and tears in her eyes from the choking. She's distant. You wonder then how old she actually is, what happened that made her content with spending too long days, in too little clothing, in this dreadful cold, with that dreadful man.

Why does she cling to a racist, content with being viewed as an asset?

You do not pity her. She chose this lot in life. But... For a moment you *see* her. Then, she draws another stick of gum from her pocket and chews it quietly.

"Tomorrow." You call out to her.

"Huh?" Her gaze returns to you. She blinks and cocks her head, chewing slower now.

"It means *call me tomorrow*. It's from a song- If folks don't know that, I usually don't tell 'em," you smile. "Consider it my *gift* to you."

Her eyes widen slightly. At that moment there's a creak of metal and you see the heavily tattooed man return to the catwalk from the harbour.

"I HAVE RETURNED, BABE." His voice booms across the plaza and you watch with glee as the bulky scab's head whips to the catwalk in obvious rage at missing his golden opportunity. "BABE." He repeats.

You're surprised to find the girl's still looking at you, ignoring Measurehead for a moment. Unthinkable! She's smiling that *genuine* smile again as she turns. "Thanks, Tomorrow," she mouths at you in silence.