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AU MASTER LIST

So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?

Neighbour/Roomate

  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

Pets

  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

Music

  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?

Supernatural

  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

School/College

  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.

Miscellaneous

  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me

There’s an undeniable crime problem in Los Santos, an affluent city rife with thieves and bandits of all pedigrees, which isn’t in itself all that strange. What’s odd is the incredibly high number of unsolved crimes, of acts no one claims, ones that the LSPD can’t even begin to lay blame for. Even when committed in broad daylight, even when the police arrive on the scene in the middle of a heist, no one manages to catch more than unclear glimpses of the culprits, no bullets hit their marks, and when all is said and done there is somehow never any reliable evidence. No camera ever manages to catch a thing, no trap is ever successful, and never has a single witness managed a coherent report, like somehow none of them ever pay enough attention. Like somehow what they’ve seen can never be put into words.

Throw a stone and you’ll hit a crook in Los Santos, from thugs to conmen to masked killers they all call the city home, all know their place, yet somehow the balance of powers never really makes sense. Like something is missing, like everyone’s fighting to be second best while the title of top dog goes empty. Not that the reluctance to take charge is all that surprising, considering the way any crew which starts to grow big enough to extend their hold over the city is cut down. Driven out or found murdered, often laying in the remains of what was clearly a vicious shoot-out, though the killers are never found. Like vigilantes, only not nearly so altruistic; the spoils belonging to the defeated gangs are always taken, and only reappear at the scene of yet another unclaimed crime.



There’s a crew in Los Santos, so ingrained in the essence of the city itself no one seems to remember how things were before they arrived. The Fake AH Crew; legends in some circles, monsters in others, both consummate enigmas and borderline celebrities, the crew with the world at their feet. The main six players of the inner circle aren’t odd, exactly, each criminals of great renown but still holding pretty standard goals, greedy and bloodthirsty and perhaps more loyal than most but still acting well within their given standard of normalcy. They aren’t unusual, really, but these days they do have their little quirks.

As the leader Geoff has always had to present himself as reasonably level-headed, controlled outside the occasional snaps of frightful anger, a little overbearing in his need to dictate every plan maybe, but what criminal kingpin isn’t? What’s odd is the new fear kept behind closed doors, Geoff second-guessing his own ideas to a degree that is wholly out of character, running over plans again and again, pulling them apart and looking for flaws, debriefing even after successful missions when everyone else just wants to celebrate, unconsciously pressing his hand to his heart like reassurance that it’s still beating.

Jack drives like she’s made a deal with the devil, like every vehicle is just an extension of her being, inherent ability paired with unmatchable knowledge of every backroad and alley in the city. What’s odd is the nightmarish daydreams she gets sometimes, when she looks back at her latest baby and sees flickers of crunched metal and shattered glass, the phantom scent of spilled gasoline and the unmissable click-whoosh of catching flame.

For all his quick temper and flippant attitude Michael can be utterly pedantic about checking and rechecking the timers on bombs, which honestly isn’t an awful trait in the resident explosives guy. What’s odd is the way Michael gets angry about it sometimes, storms about the penthouse yanking out every last alarm clock, the way he swears he can still hear something ticking with furious intention, like the last seconds of a countdown.

He may be happier in a no-holds-barred fist-fight but nobody could say Jeremy isn’t good with a gun, an excellent shot with just about any weapon he can get his hands on. What’s odd is the little burst of panic he gets right after firefights, patting down his own chest, checking again and again like he can’t quite believe he wasn’t hit.

Ryan isn’t wracked by guilt, doesn’t regret what he does the way some might; he’s a killer and he owns it, he chose it, and it truly doesn’t bother him. What’s odd is the way he still can’t sleep, can’t close his eyes some nights when the darkness squeezes close and he feels so cold, like the depths of the ocean are pressing down on him, stealing the air from his lungs.

In terms of his own safety Gavin is as reckless as they come, all slapdash impulses and delighted disregard, chasing amusement at any cost when it’s only his own neck on the line. What’s odd is that sometimes Gavin walks around with a parachute strapped to his back and no intention of flying that day, utterly overzealous precaution without any real explanation as to why, like some part of him is always terrified that he’s going to fall.

Maybe the Fake’s know, on their worst days, that something isn’t quite right, something about them has gone awry, but the concern never lingers in the face of their unmatched success. Because a crew’s a crew, right? Maybe they’re a little luckier than most, maybe they’ve been unstoppable for so long it feels like no one else is really trying, like they are the merciless gods of their city. Maybe they catch themselves drifting sometimes, losing time or memories or thoughts or scars. Maybe they all know something is not quite right, a distant siren in the back of their minds begging them to pay attention, but surely it doesn’t mean anything.

You can romanticise it all you want, call them the scariest, the most dangerous, devastatingly talented in all the worst ways, but at the end of the day all humans are flawed and all crews will fall. Whether or not falling is enough to shake them from their throne is, however, a completely different issue. If a crew dies in the woods (the city, the sky, the sea), and nobody is brave enough to tell them, did it even happen? 



There’s an empty penthouse in Los Santos, one that cannot be sold, one no one likes to talk about, not really. What has been said is that the door sticks sometimes, cannot be opened no matter how much force is applied. What has been said is that things move around all on their own, new stains reveal themselves and furniture appears and disappears like someone’s been squatting, but the dust is too thick for anyone to have visited. What’s been said makes shivers run down spines, hair stand on edge, gives rise to furtive glances and shared discomfort, an unspoken agreement never to return.

Maybe this alone wouldn’t be such a problem, maybe owning the most prestigious penthouse in a city overrun by wealth would be enough to attract some sceptic, but there is of course the matter of the previous owners. The most despicable, untouchable, indelible criminal gang the city had ever seen. Has ever seen, even this long after their passing. They died, at some point. No one quite remembers when, or how, no one really seems to talk about them anymore, not beyond wild stories of their antics, amazing heists and unspeakable terrors fading off into silence, like they did in the end. How bizarre it is that the crime levels didn’t actually drop even after they were gone.



There’s something deeply wrong in Los Santos, something strange and unsettling, like a catastrophic event has knocked the whole city just slightly out of sync with the rest of the world. It’s in the way the LSPD have cabinet upon cabinet of unsolved crimes that never manage to make their way into reports, years of unacceptably unpunished offences that would bring the might of a federal investigation if only they were disclosed. In the way a startling amount of those offences resemble crimes from days long past, copycat plans following acts of a crew long buried, new targets hit with the same old flare, methods and motives impressively in-character down to the smallest details.

There are secrets in Los Santos. Things no one knows, things everyone knows, an awful, impossible, inescapable reality they’ve all been trapped within. It’s in the way unease builds and dissipates without cresting, citizens never quite recognising their own discomfort, never fully acknowledging the oddity of acting without reason, of crossing the street or averting their eyes, of taking the long way home simply because that one corner just didn’t feel right. In the way the city is beset by sudden inexplicable explosions, the way gunfire rattles without a source, the way empty streets echo with chilling laughter like the ghost of a memory, the phantom chill of a nightmare, the ceaseless loop of those who will not be laid to rest.

My ideal beginning/ wishes for the beginning for DA4

You enter the main menu showing a the lively scenery of a huge, unknown city in the background. Humans, elves and dwarves walk through the streets and in the far distance you can see strange but yet familiar looking ships on the horizon of a wide blue ocean. Depending on the time of day you play the scene is either set at morning, day, evening, or night, always with small details/ changes in terms of who’s seen in the streets the most.

You start a new game, the scene fades, and you are presented with the option to import a custom worldstate or not. Depending on your choice you are presented with several options: if you chose a custom worldstate they are [Import Inquisitor] or [Create New Character]. With [Import Inquisitor] you can select a worldstate or savegame. With [Create New Character] you are presented with the choice between the four races: Human, Elf, Dwarf, Qunari. After you made your choice the screen fades to black and you hear the distant howling of wind. Snowflakes are falling and you hear fast steps of several people walking down a dark corridor. The first person you see is Harding, urgently leading a someone through a narrow corridor. You recognize her immediately, but her facial animations look a lot more smooth, and especially her hair looks incredibly nice and realistic, slightly moving as she walks. She doesn’t wear an Inquisition armour anymore, but her armour and the way she walks and talks emits a certain authority. “We should be good to go any moment,” she says as she opens a door and the camera pans into a familiar room. There is no table in the center anymore, but light falls down from the ceiling. Dozens of magical-looking machines were carried down here and across the door is a huge black mirror. Dagna is standing next to it as your character enters the room. You don’t see your face yet, only see the rough shape of your character in the dim light. Dagna beams at you full of excitement and expectations, looking at a small apparatus that seems to be some sort of clock. “This is so exciting!” she exclaims and suddenly the mirror lights up, showing you the black silhouette of your character against the warm light. It’s not an eluvian, it’s similar, but different in design, just as the light it emits. Then you see your character’s face for the first time as the camera dramatically flies around them. You enter the character creation.

If you chose to import your Inquisitor earlier you immediately recognize them. They look still the same, but the skin textures and facial animations are even more realistic, the hair looks nice and full and slightly moves as they examine the mirror in front of them. You are presented with the option to customize your character or take them as they were imported. If you chose to play a new character earlier you are now presented with a neutral looking face of a member of the race you chose - the first preset seems to be neither particularly male nor female, and it’s not ethnically white. You enter the character customization, either out of curiosity or because you want to change the preset of your new character. You find options for facial and bodyhair, can zoom out and change the body shape, and instead of choosing between “male” and “female” you have an endless slider between both extremes and can freely select from a set of different male or female sounding voices for your character, as well as pronouns. As you venture further into the CC it’s similar to the one of Inquisition, but the textures are nicer and the adjustments you can make are finer. You find all the old hairstyles, scars, and tattoo designs, so you can exactly rebuild an old character - but there are also a bunch of new options to reinvent yourself.

In the end you enter your character’s name and as you exit the CC a cutscene plays: you see that your character is wearing a small pendant around their neck that looks familiar. It starts to glow and emit a soft, bell-like sound, and your (new) Inquisitor opens the pendant to lift it a bit closer to their face. You get excited as a familiar, yet through the sending crystal slightly distorted voice says: “On our end everything is looking great. Everything is stable now. Are you ready?”

Your character says: “I’m ready.” They close the sending crystal and it falls back onto their chest. With determination but also a hint of fear in their eyes they look at the mirror. Over their shoulder you see Harding

“Be careful,” she says, slightly worried and doubtfully looking at the mirror in front of you both.

A dialogue wheel pops up and you choose to say “I’m always careful, Commander Harding” in a cheeky tone.

“Of course you are,” she smiles and your character reaches out with their right hand to touch the mirror surface. With no effort at all they push through, but you can see now that there is definitely some doubt and fear in their eyes. On the other side, the hand reappears in a similar mirror, but this one is in a much brighter and very differently designed room. A hand with a few noticeably rings and an intricately designed black leather glove with fine silver lines resembling scales immediately reaches out to grab your characters hand and pulls them through the magical barrier of the mirror. Your character blinks against the bright light and seem a bit insecure in the first moment. The camera cuts to the people in the room. There’s Dorian, still holding your character’s hand, smiling brightly. He almost didn’t change, apart from a hint of grey at his temples, and also a little more dramatically dressed - worthy of a magister. Then there’s also a tall blond woman in a flowing blue dress who seems familiar, and a bunch of other people, dwarves, humans, elves, even a qunari, who you don’t know yet, but they all seem excited. Some are even cheering that you made it through the mirror in one piece. Still smiling Dorian says: “Welcome to Tevinter” and depending on what character you’re playing his next line varies between anything from “we have a lot of work to do” to “it’s great to see you again” or even “you’re finally here, Amatus”.

picturesinhismind  asked:

pokemon go on DS9 and the replimat is a gym but quark's bar isn't even a pokestop and quark is sO MAD ABOUT IT. he goes to sisko who shrugs. "i didn't design it". in the security office, Odo quietly chuckles. anyway hi how're you doing

alternatively: the security office gets listed as one and odo is BEYOND infuriated. and the bajoran temple. and garak’s shop. the replimat is the only location willingly listed and everyone else just wishes children and the future-equivalent of millennials would stop loitering in their doorways

So after watching a let’s play I finally started playing Undertale.

And now it’s time to mess with my favorite flower.

After resetting my game a few times, Flowey got tired of introducing himself.

No.

You’re right, how careless of me.

Woops, I’m so clumsy, tehe.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

I would never do that to you. Honest.

Now, now. We can talk about this.

Hey Toriel, what’s up.

Bye Flowey! *waves*

  • Baby: D-d-d
  • Dad: Oh my God. He's going to say Dad!
  • Baby: D-d
  • Baby: Dirty Work is a masterpiece. It never got the respect it deserved. You have their best song A Daydream Away. Time Bomb isn't the only good song on the album. Bad Enough For You never got what it deserved and Actors didn't even get close to what it deserves. It made it to number one of the US Billboard Alternative AND Rock Charts. It deserved that. The album has some of their best songs and no one should hate on it.
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Dubious fast food is dubious. Alternatively titled Sephiroth’s First Fast Food Experience.

Comparison between two rendering methods. Top: More layers + time even without taking into account the bg. Bottom: Less depth and precision, but much faster.

anonymous asked:

I understand sometimes Riley is but selfish but no one can deny how Maya and The other friends didn't believe in Riley during the cheerleading tryouts

Riley objectively sucked at cheerleading, and she still objectively sucked even when she was given an alternate slot (that in terms of skills she didn’t actually deserve; the current/former cheerleaders in the fandom hate Rah Rah for a reason, man 😂).

Riley’s friends weren’t exactly wrong to not have faith in her (it’s not like she was gonna magically become good at cheerleading just because tryouts rolled around), and they weren’t exactly wrong to be concerned about her physical wellbeing. None of Riley’s friends was really being “selfish” there. They were being (a) realistic and (b) genuinely concerned for Riley’s safety.

GM Rah Rah would’ve been a great opportunity for Riley to learn that just because you want something and you won’t give up doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll get it, but alas she was essentially “committeed” out of having to face that reality. Apropos of no actual change in Riley’s skills, they all change tack to blindly believe in Riley and Maya steals the bell so she can’t ring it. And then the squad decides to give Riley a spot she doesn’t actually deserve because “spirit.”

What lesson did Riley even learn in Rah Rah, exactly? She was already a person who thought believing and refusing to give up should be enough to get you whatever you want regardless of anything else, so…?

Funny how once Riley got that alternate slot even though she didn’t truly deserve it, she seems to have largely stopped caring about being a cheerleader. She doesn’t even try out in S3, and the most we get is “those are the cheerleaders here?” in GMHS.

(And it’s probably no accident that the end tag of Rah Rah involves Riley’s determination being praised by a celebrity gossip monger as himself via the Internet over a screen. 👀)

anonymous asked:

The people that think Barry is over Iris are the same ones that believed him when he said, he didn't have those feelings for her anymore. The people that thought he had moved on with Patty. The same rubes that think he rejected her last episode and was holding his heart because he was thinking about Caitlin. Not because the woman that he's been in love with since he was 10 said she wanted see if they had a future together. What alternate universe are they watching the show from?

I’m not even sure they’re watching the same show at this point. There is something called delusion and I smell it in a certain subset of Flash fans. If you’re not a fan of Barry and Iris as a pairing, fine (even though that means you have bad taste), but to completely deny or make excuses for what is happening on our screens, what has been confirmed by the actors, WHAT HAS BEEN BLATANTLY STATED BY THE SHOW’S CREATORS, is just another level of crack-shipping that I’ve never seen in any fandom before. 

I mean, really? 

1. Barry flat out told Iris, “I’ve never stopped thinking about you,” in “Out of Time,” which negates “I just need you to know that, I don’t have those feelings for you anymore.” 

2. Barry straight up said, “She’s not Iris,” when asked why he had reservations about Patty. Then AFTER Patty left he assured Iris, “This isn’t about Patty. It’s not,” when she feared he was taking the breakup badly. He even told her he loves her in that same scene LOL (”I love you and Joe. I’m not trying to escape, I promise.”) Oh not to mention he forgot why he went to Earth 2 in the first place once he set eyes on Iris’s doppelgänger. 

3. Did people not see the expression on that boy’s face in the last episode? Yes, when I’m over someone and they tell me they love me, that’s exactly how I look: stunned, smile on my face, tears in my eyes, shaking my head out of disbelief.  

I tried to be nice, but frankly I’m tired of it. People are free to like whatever pairing they like, but when it reaches a level where you cannot accept what is blatantly happening on the show, to the extent that you will harass the writers and actors on social media as if you’re entitled to the little fan fiction you conjure in your own head, to the point where you twist innocent, meaningless scenes into something they aren’t just to fit into your fantasy is when I draw the line. 

I flat out saw an edit once where a fan interpreted Barry pointing out the fact that it was snowing in 2x09 as a SnowBarry moment. Like, as in actual snowflakes….falling from the sky…..somehow means Barry loves Caitlin.

That’s not shipping, that’s delusion.