bird with broken wing.

𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 ?

[synthwealth]

#SYNTHWEALTH  is  a  mutuals  exclusive   ORIGINAL CHARACTER  created  within  the  MODERN / SCI-FI  universe  of  DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN,  but  easily  adjusted  to  a  variety  of  verses  and  as  such  greatly  considered  MULTIFANDOM !

This  blog  features  a  variety  of  HEAVY  THEMES,  including  but  not  limited  to :  discrimination,   dehumanization  and  abuse.   there  will  also  be  mentions  of  car accidents  and  amputation,  as  per  the  character’s  story.

˗ˋˏ CARRD  /  PROMO  /  MEMES  /  kasz,  25+,  she / they!  |  EST. 2020

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that blog post that goes "I'm not a Nepotism hire if my dad doesn't like me" is a Vik vibe in the sense that she'd make a tweet like that. (the accuracy of it is up for debate)

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blows the dust off this blog. happy spooky time, gamers. only reason vik has candy for the kids is because she bought it for herself and some madlads actually ring apartment buildings.

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haven't touched ffxiv in years but holy fuck I miss how Vik looked.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on billy joel's 1977 album the stranger . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

working too hard can give you a heart attack .

we all fall in love , but we disregard the danger .

for just this once i hope that looks don't deceive .

the sinners are much more fun .

get it right the first time .

i know that everybody has a dream .

i'm not much good at conversation .

yeah , i might get up the nerve .

all that i could give you was a reputation .

i search everywhere for some new inspiration .

i don't believe in first impressions .

i want you just the way you are .

this is my dream ; just to be at home , alone with you .

just let me pull myself together .

you didn't count on me when you were counting your rosary .

though you can see when you're wrong , you can't always see when you're right .

gonna have to make the first time last .

a word from you can bring a better day .

they say there's a heaven for those who will wait .

i can't afford to let it pass .

what purpose would that serve ?

i never was much good at coming on real strong .

i don't have time for true confessions .

if all it takes is inspiration , i might have just what it takes .

you might've heard i run with a dangerous crowd .

i don't know how to say those first few words .

you've done it . why can't someone else ?

you'd better cool it off before you burn it out .

i've gotta give it one good try .

i suppose it's now or never .

you can't be everything you wanna be before your time .

it all depends upon your appetite .

only the good die young .

come out , [ name ] , don't let me wait .

dream on , but don't imagine they'll all come true .

don't you know that only fools are satisfied ?

they didn't give you quite enough information .

it's always the same in the end .

they never tell you the price that you'll pay for the things you've done .

things are okay with me these days .

i'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints .

we ain't too pretty , we ain't too proud .

we might be laughing a bit too loud , but that never hurt anyone .

slow down , you're doing fine .

take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile .

i didn't know you could look so nice after so much time .

sooner or later , it comes down to fate .

i took the good times , i'll take the bad times .

you've got so much to do , and only so many hours in the day .

if you're so smart , why are you so afraid ?

don't change the color of your hair .

it's alright , you can afford to lose a day or two .

you're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need .

i just want someone i can talk to .

don't go changing to try and please me .

is that all you get for your money ?

i couldn't love you any better .

we never knew we could want more than that out of life .

you can never go back there again .

don't be afraid to try again , everyone goes south now and then .

it seems such a waste of time .

you've never let me down before .

though we share so many secrets , there are some we'll never tell .

good luck moving up , cause i'm moving out .

i'll meet you any time you want .

you should know by now , you've been there yourself .

once i used to believe i was such a great romancer .

what will it take 'til you believe in me the way that I believe in you ?

you always have my unspoken passion , though i might not seem to care .

i would not leave you in times of trouble .

i don't want clever conversation , i never want to work that hard .

though you drown in good intentions , you'll never quench the fire .

did you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself ?

we all have a face that we hide away forever . we take them out and show ourselves when everyone is gone .

[feverdreamsuggestion]

everything is numb. the air smells of bleach and hospitals. you touch your arm and feel only smooth bone.

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things that live rent free in my brain re: signs viktoria considers you a friend 

- covers the cost for things / buys you snacks & trinkets. - gets mad if you trashtalk yourself. god forbid someone else does. - softer insults. will still call you an idiot, but ( affectionately ). - being much more tolerant of physicality, such as hugs. - steals food from your plate & lets you do the same. - lets you near her birds & potentially handle them. - gives you one of her many pins or hairclips. - pauses her tinkering to give you attention.

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- remembers off-hand trivia about you ( e.g. not liking certain textures ). - lets you make the occasional joke about her height. - ^ & asks for help with reaching higher places. - does not care if you leave a mess in her kitchen. - dyes and braids your hair for you ( with her own jewelry ). - bakes you bread and makes sure you don't skip meals. - won't immediately berate you for touching her tech projects. - lets you know trivia like her middle name & real hair color. - her naturally protective instincts get cranked up to 11.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍. You see yourself so clearly that you can see the gaping hole inside you where you lost a piece long ago. It's there and it's ragged and painful and bleeding and you don't know how no one else can see it when it takes up so much of your awareness. You run from it, fight it, try to find it, but nothing bandages up that hungry mawing void inside yourself and when you're tired, uninspired, you swear it grows and grows. You promise yourself you want to be alone, promise yourself that you want to be different, want to be special, love having this hole inside you and point it out in words or song or jokes and stories and take pride in that pain, in your uniqueness in this world of grays and storm clouds. You are 5 am rain on asphalt roads and sputtering street lamps. You are petrichor musings and messy guitar chords and a thousand contradictions wrapped inside a quiet cry, an evening of coffee and jittering hands and a promise that you're okay or that you're fine until you're falling apart in someone's arms or messages and pretend you're alright in the morning. You taste so strongly but sometimes you wonder if all you are is ash.

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𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗   /   ARTIST : GhostSA

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ?

𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.   picture this : you turn over and realize they’re half-awake too. they pull you back under the blanket they stole during the night and wrap their arms around you. as you drift back to sleep you realize you couldn’t love a person more if you tried. they’re the safe space you go to when you’re anxious, the person where unabashed honesty doesn’t feel terrifying but something you’re grateful for. it took a long time and even though you never thought you’d be able to say this, you finally feel at home. at home in the same way you do when you look at the moon, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted from life.

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gonna make a better post about it at some point, but even though Vik doesn't need to move her prosthesis to control wireless devices ( or use some of the other features ), she still has the habit of using a lot of gestures, mostly because it helps with focusing on what it is she's trying to do. the same way that muscle memory will fill in the blanks when you can't remember something. a lot of them mimic the way you'd interact with a touchscreen, because that is how she conceptualizes those thoughts and it has always been something familiar. e.g. she does a little swiping motion with her hand when skipping songs and a quick, dismissive wave to turn something off. they aren't always the exact same, but similar enough. she basically acts out the visual thought she has.

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❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ he protecc . . .

  she nearly screams. the sound is swallowed with great effort, yet still a choked yelp forces its way out of poor engineer's throat in clear surprise as deft fingers practically claw at the bioweapon's arms in an instinctual bid for stability the second she is lifted off the ground, regardless of how redundant the action. ( there is no escape, she thinks, from the hold of this behemoth unless he wills it. for better or worse. )

  a prideful phoenix knows not what is more humiliating : to awkwardly hobble around a city invested with zombies who would love to chomp her other leg too, or be treated akin damsel in distress by a creature that could rightly crush her bones with the same hands that seem capable of a surprising amount of care. should crush them, truthfully. how had they even gotten here ? she was there every step of the way, yet still it is a baffling notion, to linger in the shadow of an apex predator and not be made prey.

  though long past questioning the intelligence of this man-made weapon, there comes a certain wonder at how well he judges his own strength. is it trained — injected — like so much else of him, or something learned ? ( how much conscious effort does it take to keep her unharmed ? )

primal instincts 'neath your skin howl : there is danger here ! along your spine it writhes and twists, a constant companion refusing to settle. get away, it demands, and yet the fuel it tries to pour onto the pyre of your terror meets a cold rationality that has stubbornly made its home in your marrow, soothing impulsive flames. there is danger here. but where isn't ?

  she has little appreciation for being handled as though figurine of porcelain liable to break at the lightest touch, but little bird has to concede : that must be what she is, to one like him. it does not suit her, to be handled so delicately. the suggestion of fragility meets a blazing pride and a deep-seated discomfort wakes, but it is not enough to make her a fool.

  if there is any notion of safety to be had in this hellscape of mindless beasts and burning buildings, it is right here : the arms of the most dangerous thing prowling ruined city. a trickle of terror continues to simmer — what if he changes his mind ? — but the thought is pushed aside in favor of properly settling into a most unexpected companion's hold. ( pulls herself a little higher; seated more than cradled, dispelling dreadful sense of helplessness, if only barely. )

  ❛ I can still walk, ❜ stubborn and prideful, in the wake of a huff, but no more bite than a teething pup. darling phoenix cannot rid herself of the tension coursing through every inch of an exhausted body, and perhaps the furrow of her brow in combination with an almost childish pout makes for a thankless visage, but it stands in direct contention of the way she nearly melts into dear weapon's secure hold; how obvious the attempt at comfort is.

  she cannot turn her back on the world — not this one — but still a weary body angles itself inwards, lightly curling into the space between a broad chest and strong arm, as though it could hide a tired bird from all things terrible.

  and perhaps for just a while, it will.

— PHYSICAL PROMPTS. / @bioweapontm

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what was it — this implacable remoteness, this inability to surrender herself to the warmth and comradely feelings of others ? could being an academic star, being applauded over and over again as a prodigy, take the place of all that ? she shuddered with a feeling she couldn't have put a name to. it was the congenital human fear of isolation. — mutuals exclusive / kasz ( 21+ ) / ©

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vik did have that "try everything" phase where she got invested in a new interest for like a week or two and then never touched it again (still happens to this day). some of the bigger ones, facilitated by her parents, were motorcross, horseback riding, and surfing (there's a pattern here). the clothes for all that stuff are still lying around in some boxes at her parents's place (Sara insists they get rid of them, but Robert is sentimental). Vik did want to keep the wetsuit for surfing, but by the time she had her own place, she had grown out of it (only barely, but alas). some of the smaller / less cost intensive ones were sports like skateboarding, skating (ice & inline), and parkour. she really wanted to try rock climbing, but hadn't reconciled with her prosthesis enough yet at the time. the one that stuck around the most was parkour, and her love for dancing as a kid also grew into something more substantial. she just enjoys physical activities in general, especially running; has a love for traversing forests, though she rarely gets to visit one. (something, something, running from your problems; the freedom in being lost)

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big veilguard spoilers. figured Vik's DA verse for the most part.

still gotta hash out the timelines and not 100% on her parents or the name EOS, but ! tl;dr : former inquisition member + one of the founders of the Shadow Dragons who joins varric in the hunt.

right now I'm thinking : the prodigy of two tevinter magisters, one of them an altus. born in Neromenian. undecided whether she's a mage. very likely, as a mirror to her tech expertise in DBH, unless I can figure some artisan alternative.

the previous stands : prior to the events of Inquisition, she stumbles into building up a network of people in Tevinter that helped slaves and other people in need get out of the Imperium. no official faction, but a lot of people who do good and end up looking to her for guidance.

When Inquisition rolls around (age 21), it's Dorian who brings Viktoria into the fold. they may not be from the same city, but word travels, and her network of people has quite the reach by then. the Inquisition uses her people mostly for supplies and to provide information for Leliana when possible. she's the one who keeps track of what the Inquisition has and what it needs; her people are where the Quartermasters get their stuff from.

I don't really remember Trespasser, but she continues to support the Inquisitor throughout it. at this juncture, she has embraced her accidental role of leadership amidst the people who flocked to EOS. has gotten plenty of self-defense training, but still nothing for the frontlines.

afterwards, she returns to Tevinter and what follows is the stress of not only dealing with the aftermath of everything, especially within EOS, but also her parents. gotta hash out those details, but above all she supports Maevaris and Dorian in establishing the Lucerni. ( she keeps an eye out for anything related to Solas, but it is not her priority )

and when the Lucerni inevitably fall apart in a political capacity, Viktoria brings in EOS to join all these people into what would become the Shadow Dragons. she is the one who gives Maevaris that backbone of people on the ground to build upon, while she and Dorian garnered support in higher places. ( lucerni + eos = shadow dragons )

she continues in her role of leadership for a while, until Varric contacts her and she gradually leaves the Shadow Dragons in Dorian and Maevaris's hands to join him alongside Rook and Harding in their search for the Dread Wolf. by the time of Veilguard, Viktoria has become adapt at combat, but is still better suited to recon, sabotage, and distraction.

I'm still figuring out her exact involvement in Veilguard (age 31), and maybe a companion questline for funsies, but I know she's an occasional guest in the Lighthouse who can usually be found chatting with Bellara or Emmrich. you can also find her in the kitchen and joining the conversation on the grocery list.

Rook knows she was a Shadow Dragon, but they don't know she's one of the founders until they meet Maevaris, who makes throw-away comment about it. disappears for quite a while if you choose Treviso over Minrathous.

Viktoria, for her part, did not feel as personally slighted by Solas as many others did at first ( without plotting ). she was absolutely fascinated by his knowledge and loved learning from him, but they weren't close friends. she opposed him the same way she would anyone with a world-ending agenda, until what happens with Varric. then it becomes personal.

this is all still very subject to change; I'm playing through it with her right now and will see how that goes. all the hindsight will make it easier to figure things out.

also ! her main inquisitor AND rook - the one mentioned by default - is @/lastburden's tristan ! I'll also definitely add a variant where Vik takes Rook's place.

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[ Q ] :  ❝ that’s as close to an apology as you’re gonna get. ❞

  ❛ Yeah, didn't expect one anyway, ❜ not quite bitter, but exasperated without doubt. darling phoenix has learned early on : apologies are in short supply amidst humanity. how disappointing then, of the cosmos to send them one who is so very alike in that department. a temperamental pride demands she complain, but self-preservation prefer she not get shot on this day.

  this is not her problem, it really is not. ( it shouldn't be. ) let the weirdos over at area 51 deal with whatever this— he is. dearest prodigy painstakingly buries the part of her that has been acting as though littlest child in candy story regarding the not-quite-news of aliens being real. ( of course they are — the probability has always been in their favour. )

   ❛ Just— ❜ a pause / lungs filled with generous breath to expel blazing attitude through careful exhale, though little help it is, and deft fingers begin undoing tousled braid to keep themselves busy. ❛ When Uncle Sam inevitably comes for your extraterrestrial ass ❜ — a furrow of her brows and an annoyed frown — ❛ I don't know you, 'kay ? thanks. ❜

— SENTENCE PROMPT / @arkvoodlee