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21+ only / mun is 30+ Time zone: BST - England (GMT) No personal triggers; will tag NSFW Difficult / triggering subjects will likely be on this blog
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Muses (links to basic information posts):
Ryker Moore
Ryker Shepard
Owen Blackthorne
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Mentioning Owen made me remember his med-induced conspiracy theory rant.
Everyone else on Noveria: complaining about the cold
Owen on Noveria: steals a couple of the cushions from the benches
Two Owen thoughts before bed:
If he's sent as a distraction and it ends with him being chased somewhere, he stretches it out by constantly re-locking the door whenever his pursuers unlock it. (the enemy gets more frustrated and embarrassed than angry, especially with his little "haHA!" from behind the door every time he manages it.)
If/when he gets married, he tries to get a ring tan line asap.
Something I've noticed during Asher and Gwen's playthroughs - and that I'll be applying to Ryker's Shepard verse - is just how much Shepard looks to others when they need help.
Mention of becoming a Spectre? Looks to Anderson. Unknown enemy attacking Eden Prime? Looks to Anderson. Becoming a Spectre? Gets a nod of approval from Anderson first. ((very aware this also shows how important Anderson is to Shepard, especially when he's the first person Shep goes to after the ceremony)) And after checking some of Ry's old screenshots/videos, guess what he does in later games when he's uncertain or - more accurately - scared but can't admit it? Correct, he looks at Ashley. Shepard really is just an ordinary person thrown out to sea, surrounded by sharks, and told to do extraordinary things. Do they get more confident as the trilogy moves? Yes, out of necessity, but they were massively unprepared for everything they're expected to shoulder and will look for support wherever they can.
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Asher and Gwen being my first modded run and (hopefully, if I've done it right) saving both Ashley and Kaidan makes sense for three reasons:
"Athena" is helping them and coming up with a way to get everyone home
there's two of them so obviously they go and help both squadmates
...you really think either would leave the other behind? They both admit that, if the mission really needed it, they would leave behind both Kaidan and Ashley...but the other? Asher isn't leaving Gwen and Gwen would drag his mangled body from the jaws of a Thresher if she had to.
So yeah...the Seeker twins win again. until one of them dies, I forgot about ME2
I'm loving thinking about Asher and Gwen again, it's been so long. And I love how I'm still able to make them a long/short range team.
The images of them holding Elysium together before going on to get revenge at Torfan are filling my head and making me happy.
My Seeker twins are back. ...even if they are, unfortunately, AI enhanced.
Asher and Gwen are here
Asher: infiltrator Gwen: soldier
I know I can't play them at the same time but just based off Asher's skill with a sniper and Gwen's lethality with a shotgun, they would be an amazing team.
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Watching someone stream ME3 and it reminded me: Shepard will never forget that the Asari and Salarians abandoned Earth. Even though he has to help them later down the line, he never forgives them either.
He readily admits though, he would have done the exact same thing.
Fine Place to Die by Alex Warren is a very Owen and his LI song.
The want to try write Mordin is returning but I'm debating making a new blog for him if I do.
She'd always found peace amongst the mountains. Where silent snow drifts created soft blankets around her, where streams began their journeys to the sea, where nature took her into its arms and brought her closer to the Maker.
The breeze, gentle but enduring, caused the bare trees to bend and sway and dragged loose strands of hair across her face as Gwen looked over the small mountain hamlet. Haven: the home of the budding Inquisition, the home of the lost and the frightened, the home of her latest responsibility.
Right on cue, the mark began to spasm and burn. With little more than a grimace, the warrior clenched her gloved hand into a fist and pressed it against her stomach. Hiding pain was nothing new, supressing emotions and fear was nothing new, and yet the Seeker couldn't help but feel the dread rising within her. She was a faithful soldier to the Maker, she had followed the Chantry's teachings and lived a life of service as best she could, and yet...
The sound of footsteps in the snow caught her attention and Gwen simply sighed, shaking her hand out as the mark finally relented. "No change since the last time you asked, Theria. I'm neither dead nor any closer to understanding it."
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Found a werewolf mod that links to Dark Urge in BG3 so...Greyson is back and, once again, getting darker by the day.
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Once again stealing one of the few fighter glimpses we see in ME3 for Owen.
That fighter that flies past Shepard and Anderson after the reapers attack/just before you get control? That's Owen doing a flypast to let Normandy know that they're alive.
It's not the despair.
Staring down at the drying blood coating his hands, Ryker sensed a new feeling growing within his chest; a feeling he hadn't dared surrender to for years.
His breaths were short, sharp and laboured, the adrenaline beginning to fade from his body, and his fringe still clung to his sweat-drenched forehead as he glanced towards the broken body in the middle of the room. He'd done it: he'd crossed the point of no return and murdered the gang's leader. It hadn't been easy - honestly, he hadn't expected it to be possible - and the pain radiating through almost every inch of his body suggested he was in for a bad few weeks, but Ryker had won. The bastard was dead. The nightmare was over: no more random punishments, no more ruthless brutality aimed at those who didn't deserve it, no more pain for the sake of entertainment.
Bloodshot eyes moved from the corpse to the faces of those who'd watched the battle. On one side, there were those that supported his coup; on the other, there were the loyalists. Every face he scanned had the same haunted look, the same fear, the same apprehension: no matter their previous allegiances, everyone was currently asking the same question: what happens now?
It's not the despair.
With a wince and a hand braced against his side, Ryker clambered to his feet, watching as a trail of his blood mixed with the ever-growing pool of his victims'. One deep breath, then another. It was over; now it had to begin. Now it was his turn, his chance to try make their crappy lives slightly more bearable. It was his turn to lead.
Stepping over the soon-to-be-forgotten ghost of his past, Ryker strode towards the new leader of the loyalists....and offered his hand. It was bruised, potentially broken and caked in blood, but it was an olive branch. It was the only olive branch. Their eyes were locked, a thousand threats and promises passed silently between them: if this civil war had to continue, it would.
A heart-beat passed, then another, before his offer was accepted. Their grip was strong, and Ryker had to supress a groan, but relief flooded through him as fast as the pain did: it really was over. No more fighting, at least not in the short term. Would there be opposition? Of course. Would there be more blood later down the line? Almost certainly. Would he cross that bridge when he came to it? Yep. Until then...
It's not the despair; it's the hope that kills you.
"Welcome to the Syndicate."