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for the outfit meme: Mercy in E1 + C1 :)
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Embrium + Mzia Brosca :)
Embrium :: What is the kindest thing anyone had ever done to your character, and do they remember or even know it happened?
They say that people are only out for themselves in Orzammar, but that’s far from the truth. One time when Mzia was but a young teenage recruit she was out in the Diamond Quarter when a bunch of warriors followed her with bad intentions. If it hadn’t been for the lovely noble lady who noticed, and pretended to know Mzia and lead her away, something very bad might’ve happened.
As for her youth, Rica protected Mzia from the brunt of what both their mother and life forced on them. Mzia definitely knows this happened and is always willing to repay this kindness.
@cobaltash
Thank you, I’m glad you like the artwork of Miranda!
I thought it would be a cool combo to have a Tiefling paladin because the contrast being the heritage as being descended from evil fiends and chosing to become a champion of good was just too good to pass up on. The roleplaying opportunities are so great.
Miranda tries her best to be a good person and offer help to all who need it, but she very rarely receives thanks because people tend to mistrust tieflings and tend to believe she must have ulterior motifs for doing what she does. She has gotten used to receiving little to no thanks for what she does, which means that she is very confused on the occassions she actually gets them.
@cobaltash - Omg, yes! It’s so amazing - not too much, only beautiful and captivating! Thank you for your message! Here’s your Yadre Lavellan! My askbox is still open if you want to spread some Solas positivity! Send me one thing you love about Solas and get a sketch of your Inquisitor! Don’t forget to tell me your Lavellan’s name and the tags where I can find pic of them! Open for Solavellan and Inquisitor friends, of course!
Someone tripping but goth-my sister 2017
I don’t know where I was going with this thing; I just wanted to mess around with some pencils and charcoal. My sis describes it best. I don’t know why I put L in there.
@cobaltash Well, I could technically learn the Fly spell at 10th level. Then she could really be our aerial assault specialist :D Kinda like Overwatch's Pharah, just a wee bit squishier.
(Or we can see if we can get her some Boots of Spider Climbing.)
cobaltash answered your question “Who’s next?”
what about mermaid Josie? :)
Mermaid Josie it is :D
I'm not sure if this is how prompts work, but here it goes: Shiro and Matt are having early morning cuddles and suddenly the gravity goes out and yeah they panic a bit at first like reasonable space heroes (maybe there's a mad dash for clothes in 0 gravity?) but then there's no alarms or shaking and they figure it's probably diagnostics messing with stuff so they end up having fun with it (like, Matt's small enough to wrap himself around Shiro and control their movement with momentum). :D
Shiro is usually out of bed by this time–this time being the castle’s equivalent of 5am. Since Matt joined them, though, he can on occasion be coaxed into staying in bed a little longer. Matt’s sleeping face nestled against his shoulder is… persuasive.
So after a trip out to the bathroom he’s dozing back off, and when he gets the vague sense that he’s floating, he just assumes he’s falling asleep. The blanket slips off his side and he gropes for it without opening his eyes.
But… he can’t find the bed. His eyes snap open; the bunk’s ceiling is inches from his nose. Matt’s hair is brushing up against it. He turns his head; they are completely floating off the bed. Matt’s glasses and the datapad he’d left on the little table by the door are floating above said table and the blanket is hovering beneath them. Okay. This is weird.
“Matt,” he says quickly, shaking him a little. “Matt, wake up. There’s no gravity.”
“Mmf?” Matt lifts his head and bumps it against the ceiling–not too hard, fortunately, but it’s enough to send him, and therefore Shiro, drifting back down towards the bed again. It’s also enough to wake Matt up completely. He looks around the room, squinting, then back at Shiro, who he’s still entangled with.
“What the fuck,” he says. “Gravity doesn’t just stop happening. What the fuck.”
“We are in space. The ship’s gravity is artificial.”
Matt’s eyes widen. “If it’s malfunctioning, then…”
They meet eyes, and rebound gently off the bed again.
What follows is a mad scramble to recover their clothing–which is all floating near the ceiling, in the middle of the room–by pushing off each other and the walls. And then dressing, while still floating in midair.
Then Shiro realizes it’s… very quiet.
“Matt, wait,” he says, and Matt freezes while fighting with his pants.
“What?”
“There’s no alarm.”
They both look sort of vaguely up, as though that will help them hear the lack of alarm better. There’s also no screaming from the other paladins down the hall, or any other sign that something’s amiss.
Besides the lack of gravity, anyway.
“Give me a push,” he suggests, nodding toward the door controls. Matt plants his arms against the ceiling, reaches out with one foot in a practiced motion–it’s been a long time since Kerberos but they’ve still got it, hey–and gently nudges him in the right direction. Shiro twists midair and reaches out to steady himself as he comes within reach of the doorframe. He hits the comm button on the controls and calls the bridge.
“Good morning, Shiro!” Coran chirps. “You’re up early, aren’t’cha? What can I do for you?”
Shiro shoots a look over his shoulder, and Matt smothers a snort. “Coran, is there a problem with the artificial gravity?”
“There shouldn’t be, I just ran diagnostics on the entire system! Why?”
“Well, I’m having a problem with the artificial gravity.” Matt snorts again, and Shiro continues, “There, uh, isn’t any. In my room, anyway.”
Coran hums thoughtfully. “Well, if you opened your door within the last varga or so, it may have interfered with the quasiflux stenomometer! Opening your door again should reset the sensor.”
Shiro sighs in relief. “Thanks, Coran,” he says, and shuts off the comm.
“Wait, Shiro!” Matt calls before he can hit the door controls, though, so he turns.
“What?”
“C’mere.” Matt holds his arms open expectantly. He’s still floating near the ceiling, shirt on but pants abandoned (the opposite of Shiro, ha, together they make a full outfit), at the other side of the room. He flaps his hands impatiently when Shiro doesn’t obey immediately, so Shiro sighs and pushes off the wall to drift over and join him.
“What?” he asks again, as Matt’s hands find his wrists.
Matt grins at him, an expression he knows all too well.
“No–”
“Zero-grav tickle time!” Matt shouts, and uses his lesser mass and grip on Shiro’s arms to flip right over Shiro’s head and attack from behind, jamming his hands up into Shiro’s armpits while he flails.
Shiro lets out an undignified squawk and squirms, trying to dislodge the smaller man and choke back the giggles that escape his lips anyway. “No! Matt–stop–no–! Matt–why!? Stop!”
“Why?” Matt says smugly, finally stopping only to push off him so that he’s out of reach for retaliation. He’s floating upside down. “I thought we should have a little fun, while, you know…”
Shiro raises an eyebrow. Matt’s grin grows wider.
“…While there’s nothing weighing you down,” he finishes.
Shiro snorts and groans simultaneously.
“That was a good one and you know it,” says Matt.
“No comment. I do have things to do today, you know.”
“They can wait! For like, half an hour, c’mon, Shiro. We haven’t done this in ages.”
Which is true. He can’t say for sure how long it’s been, really–two years, maybe more–since the trip to Kerberos. That was months without gravity, and they’d taken full advantage of it for their own entertainment.
And he does kind of miss that. Just… hanging out, with almost nothing to do but wait until arrival. It could’ve been boring, but Matt made it fun.
Also, Matt’s giving him that look he just can’t say no to, even if it’s upside down. He sighs.
“Alright. But only half an hour. Clear?”
“As Balmeran crystal. Catch me if you can!” Matt pushes off the floor with his arms, gliding across the room, and Shiro grins despite himself and gives chase.
They definitely pass more than half an hour playing around, bouncing off the walls and trying to get just the right momentum for this or that acrobatic feat (Matt’s better at the flips, Shiro can’t figure out how he does it), striking poses to make each other laugh. Shiro gets so caught up in the unfamiliar sensation of fun that he doesn’t hear footsteps approaching their door.
“Matt? Are you with Shiro?” Pidge calls from the hall. The two only have enough time to shoot each other a frantic look before the door slides open and gravity reasserts itself, unceremoniously dumping them both back on the floor. Matt’s pants land squarely on Shiro’s head.
“…You know what?” Pidge says. “Nevermind.” And the door slides shut again.
