#//still thinking about tai lung and my oc

[regulus-regent]

Are you the same writer of this blog ---->risingsouls

//Nope, that would be my friend Momo! Though its an honor cause she's an excellent person and writer <3 Personally Geets is the only one i've been able to handle. I've tried to juggle different rp blogs before but I just tend to hyper fixate on one and neglect the others.

[thunder-jolt]

KFP4 CHAMELEON HEADCANONS!

I just thought up some headcanons to make the movie make more sense to me than it ever was (even though I didn't watch it, I just read the wiki). So here they are!

Chameleon wasn't actually born in China, she was actually from the forests of Madagascar before she and her parents moved to China due to unknown reasons (let's say... Forest fires and deforestation, which seems too modern for an ancient setting.)

It's not her height that got her kicked out of many kung-fu schools, it's because she was from a different continent, she was an outsider is what I'm saying, but they can't say it out loud so they used her height as an excuse.

Her getting rejected by the kung-fu schools happened way before Oogway and Shifu's time, and way before the whole "Anyone can do kung-fu" schtick (or so I think)

She was a victim of bullying when she was a child (and still is as an adult), often called a freak of nature and, most rarely, a monster. This bullying also affects how she views herself once I get to the next headcanon.

She has an awful fear of mirrors, more specifically her own reflection. Having shattered 80 mirrors (cursing her with 560 years of bad luck), she is very subconscious about her appearance and hates herself for how she looks. She doesn't just steal others' kung-fu because she can't learn it, it's also because she thinks others are more appealing, appearance-wise, so she takes their kung-fu, along with their appearance, to make herself comfortable.

BONUS HEADCANON I JUST THOUGHT OF WHILE BACK: Chameleon's eyes dilate like a cat's, which is VERY UNLIKELY for a chameleon to do but hey, she has slits like a cat's, who's to blame me for thinking that headcanon?

And now we enter the headcanons that correlate with my KFP OC, Wu Yingyi!

(Just a warning here: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS SUCH AS ABUSE WILL BE LISTED, READ AT YOUR OWN CAUTION)

When Wu Yingyi first took control over everything (Spirit Realm and parts of China), Chameleon suffered so much from Yingyi and her wrath. Yingyi sliced off some meters of Chameleon's tongue, even stealing away her shapeshifting powers, rendering Chameleon under Yingyi's mercy, but alas, there was no mercy from Wu Yingyi as she took the realms with an iron fist.

Chameleon's mental health and insecurities worsen as her time with Yingyi continues, such as having panic attacks when something related to Wu Yingyi happens (such as when Wu Yingyi comes back or something) and worrying about every simple mistake in fear that Chameleon will be punished with a much worse punishment than the last.

Chameleon constantly blames herself over the smallest of things, calling herself names that no one would ever say to another person, like "idiot", "wretched filth", or "reptilian scum". What's worse? She calls herself those mean names because Wu Yingyi calls her that whenever she is really upset at Chameleon. (Hence the trigger warning I had to list.)

She never had anyone she could get support from during Wu Yingyi's terror, she never had anyone to comfort her in her time of need. She was alone, and always believed so. The only ones who could be her friends are Tai Lung, Lord Shen, and Kai, but even she, or the trio, doesn't believe they're friends at all, (as evidenced by the novelization of the movie where they used her as a jump rope. Well, they used her tongue as a jump rope but yeah), just villains under the mercy of Wu Yingyi's reign of control and monstrous intent.

The only time she ever felt love or care for someone during Yingyi's reign of terror was a poison-dart frog rogue (who is another OC of mine) named Poise, who is also not from China but managed to not have her trauma of being from a different continent overwhelm or consume her, and later on down the line, a young red panda (who is a demigod) named Hun-ho, who gave Chameleon some motivation and hope for the potential future of China after Yingyi's eventual demise.

Chameleon feels guilty for not treating Zhen as if she were her own daughter and blames herself for being an awful person to Zhen and everyone else thanks to it. (Another insecurity made by Yingyi's anger, because Yingyi wanted to be a mother but was robbed of that role and so takes it out on Chameleon because Chameleon was a pseudo-mother-like figure to Zhen, and wasn't a good one at that.)

The only times when the others (say Tai Lung, Lord Shen, or Kai) are concerned for her is when Chameleon is beaten by Yingyi in front of them, which, reminder, happens a lot, like- Chameleon gets beaten up a lot by Wu Yingyi right in front of Tai Lung, Lord Shen, and Kai, yet they're helpless (because they don't want to be like Chameleon, beaten up every time)

Just to note, when Yingyi is finally defeated; Chameleon begins redeeming herself from being a villain to being one of my other OC's babysitters, to put it sensically; she's one of the babysitters for Hun-ho, a demigod red panda born from a mystic peach (from a mystic tree) and even begins to understand the better things in life.

But for now, all Chameleon is, in my headcanons, is both a victim of the cruelest parts of life and, from the start, a girlfailure.

[pistachi0art]

The surplus of Arden asks have gotten me interested about Eve. I think at some point it was mentioned she had a little bit of a grudge against Tommy partly because she thinks their dad favors him. Do you think that grudge has any merit? DOES The G-Man play favorites? Or is a similar case to Arden, in which the hatred is a bit misguided and uncalled for? I'd love to learn more about her if you have the time or content to share! Offtopic all your ocs are soooo genuinely creative and interesting, love them so much. 🫶

YEAHH!!! EVE QUESTION WOO!! ^^

And yes! I did say that she had a bit of a grudge against her brother bc of G-man (that then shifted into full on jealousy/envy but she tries her best to put on a face and pretends like it doesn’t bother her.)

And there’s a sort of half justification for it? Tommy never did anything directly to Evie for her to put her grievances on him but if anything she should be directing it more to Mr. Coolatta himself.

Bc (unintentionally) caused her to be the way that she is. You know that joke right where parents say that their oldest child is the “tester” so when they inevitably have another kid they’ll “get it right?” yeah. 😬

so he kinda fucked up and raised her to be this megalomaniac obsessed with getting to the top without considering- consequences (something something irony) and how that would effect her mentally. He was proud of her and did love her mind you, but wasn’t very direct about it.

So when he adopted Tommy he was a less overbearing and more considerate to his interests and his character as a person more than going straight into training him to carry the metaphorical torch in the family.

And Evelyn perceived that differently. Because with G-Dad expressing himself more towards Tommy, she took it as “he never showed me that -> he likes my brother more than me”

So it turned into this sort of Tai-Lung + Azula situation with Evelyn. “You made me this way!” + “I have to prove myself to be loved :(“ sort of ordeal.

And so Evelyn left, causing a sort of estrangement between her and her younger brother. but even if she barely knew him growing up she was still very bitter, towards him and her dad.

aaaand yeah! Thats just a handful of info about her. :) different from Arden definitely. His hatred sprung from his own mind and Evie’s was more influenced by how she was raised. Nature vs Nurture and all that.

(and THANK YOU :)) glad you like my funky little guys.)

[flovey-dovey]

I’ve been tossing this idea around for a long time where I make one o’ them ship lists that folks on here do, but my list is so ridiculously long and I get nervous and constantly forget which ones I’m not actively thinking about, so I never did, but I still kinda really wanna?? If any of these are your jam too let me know in the tags if you like. Some of ‘em have AUs attached, but I’ll leave descriptions of ‘em for later (or never :P).

So here’s a very plain part 1 under the cut! :D (not in any particular order)

Kung Fu Panda - Tai Lung / Po No Straight Roads - DJSS / Neon J, Tatiana / Mayday Sly Cooper - Rajan / Sly Cooper, Panda King / Murray, Mugshot + Don Octavio / Bentley (as in these two big bosses are smitten with the turtle and vice-versa) Toy Story - Buzz Lightyear / Woody Pirates of the Caribbean - Hector Barbossa / Jack Sparrow Epic - Mandrake / Ronin, Mub / MK A Bug’s Life - Hopper / Flik Nightmare Before Christmas - Oogie Boogie / Jack Skellington The Book of Life - Xibalba / Manolo The Great Mouse Detective - Ratigan / Basil Cars - Doc Hudson / Lightning McQueen Hunchback of Notre Dame - Phoebus / Quasimodo Ratatouille - Anton Ego / Linguini Sinbad Legend of the Seven Seas - Sinbad / Proteus Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron - Spirit / Little Creek (YES OK I KNOW so sue me) Megamind - Metroman / Megamind Madagascar - Vitaly / Alex, Skipper / Private Wallace and Gromit Curse of the Were Rabbit - Lupin Luminous Wolfgang (OC) / Wallace Tornado Outbreak - Nimbus / Zephyr Jak & Daxter II - Torn / Jak Kingdom Hearts - Axel/Lea / Roxas, Riku / Sora, Xaldin/Dylan / Marluxia/Lauriam, Luxord/’Dolur’ / Demyx/’Dyme’ (NOTE: Luxord and Demyx don’t have official names, so these are the names I’ve come up with after seeing others floating around) Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko / Sokka One Piece - Shanks / Luffy, Zoro / Sanji, Franky / Usopp, Robin / Nami, Brook / Beck (OC) Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse - Ken / Ryan, Closet / Closette (OC) Code Lyoko - Xana / Jeremy, (OC who I forget the name of) / Odd Crash Bandicoot - Crash Bandicoot / Dr. Neo Cortex, Dingodile / Fake Crash, Crunch Bandicoot / Pinstripe, Ami / Megumi / Liz / Isabella / Tawna Luigi’s Mansion - (OC who I also forget the name of) / Luigi Kim Possible - Shego / Kim Sonic the Hedgehog (ships differ slightly game to game) - Shadow / Sonic, Eggman / Sonic, (etc. I forget about atm) Ace Attorney - Miles Edgeworth / Phoenix Wright, Franziska von Karma / Maya Fey, Godot / Phoenix Wright, Klavier Gavin / Apollo Justice

[kervinredfire]

My Other Fanfics in the Future

Well, I made announcements about my 2 Loonatics fanfics-related stories coming soon. So here are my other fanfics that I am making. But before I am going to show you my other fanfics, I like to share what most of them are like. Kervinverse related. If you checked my Tumblr header it's pretty obvious.

As you may wonder what is the Kervinverse is all about? The Kervinverse is like the multiverse but with all different kinds of Kervin. Inspired by Spiderman Into the Spiderverse all the versions of Kervin contained different personalities, stories, almost the same appearance, fighting styles, and special abilities. One of the most signature outfits is the black and red formal suit.

I already made a folder in toyhouse. However, most of it are unfinished and still ongoing.

https://toyhou.se/Kervin619/characters/folder:812137

People think that those stories a self-insert but it is actually not. Me and my other Kervins are the same but they are different the appearance, abilities, and personalities. An example is Denk Ops’s Chris Danger from the WWE games. And note that this is another long announcement for the other fanfics

So anyway, here are my Kervinverse stories that I would really like to share about Wattpad in the future. So are book covers later

KERVINVERSE STORIES (Including crossovers):

Grand Theft Auto Origins: Kervin Made Liberty – Set in the GTA HD Universe. Before Kervin (GTA Online) came to the place called San Andreas, he was just a very young boy who was born in the place called Liberty with his parents. His father Claude who became rich and retired to a life crime and his wife Misty who used to be a prostitute. It was normal and happy life for him and his parents. But when years passed when he is getting older, he slowly starts to realize what kind of broken world he is living in.

Now for those who played the HD Universe of the GTA Games you know every protagonist in the HD universe like Niko, Johnny, Luis, Michael Franklin, and Trevor. As much as they have different stories and perspectives but this story about GTA OC that he was living with full of offensiveness, disrespectfulness, brutal honesty, and others. An example in GTA IV a radio commercial of Babies Overnight that said that someone was not satisfied with the baby it can be disposed of. Although it would be interesting to have that backstory for my next OC for GTA. So, this story may contain a lot of murder and crimes on what led to him going to San Andreas. So, watch out. And for those who have not played GTA Online why his parents are both Claude and Misty is because it was part of the premium edition for free in Epic Games.

Def Jam X Kung Fu Panda: Book 1 Fight for A New Fight (maybe a working title) - After the events of Def Jam Vendetta, Fight For New York, and The Kung Fu Panda Trilogy including Legends of Awesomeness. Set during Paws of Destiny Season 2 in the Kung Fu Panda universe while in Def Jam 2 years later in the year 2005 after Crow's death (Fight for NY still takes place in 2003) Kervin (Def Jam Fight For NY) the new leader D-Mob's crew but also officially known as the Def Jam Crew after Blaze appointed him to take his place. Kervin has to manage every venue, club, and arenas in New York including places that Crow took over. But in Chinese New Year there was something strange that Kervin and his crew got transported to a different universe. Including former members, fighters, and circuit fighters.

Now, this fanfiction sounded really odd. As you may know why I am making crossover fanfic of Kung Fu Panda X Def Jam? Easy. The first one is because this is what would have been my PS2 games if I ever have a PS2. I was thinking of Mortal Kombat or Yakuza for Def Jam but Kung Fu Panda is the only thing I know when I was 7 years old. The second is because back in the days Hip Hop mixed with Kung Fu was very popular. Although Def jam may be a wrestling game martial arts stole my heart in Def Jam Fight For NY. I heard about things like the Wu-Tang Clan for example but the biggest problem for me is that I am not a true fan of Def Jam because I don’t know about hip hop artists. Just only the games so I will be focusing on their video game counterparts in their fictitious manner meaning pretending real-life characters with their real name are fictional characters. So, if there and fun facts in those real-life counterparts I may add them to it like easter eggs. The third is that there are Kung Fu Panda characters that did not get enough love and mostly art. So many recognizable characters like Po, Tigress, Tai Lung, and many more have become the most recognizable characters in the movies. But what about the tv shows like Legends of Awesomeness and Paws of Destiny? One of my favorite characters of Legends of Awesomeness is Peng, in short, he is the nephew of Tai Lung and he is such an interesting character that he deserves a lot more love. While for Paws of Destiny is Xiao because she is such a cute character, so is her personality and the best character to have hugs with. So, what I am trying to say is that I need to start off with the character that is unrecognizable then bring it recognizably. I may also add characters from shorts like student Mei Ling in the future book and it would be funny and to see rogue Mei Ling. 2 Mei Lings in one. Even Su and Master Snow Leopard because are both female leopards with the same appearance and outfit. I may also include some characters from the flash game Tales of Po and may possibly rewrite them in different stories because I love the character designs thanks to Blue Maxima’s FlashPoint. And the fourth and final part is that to make the Def jam games more recognizable. Def Jam in music is not absolutely enough but video games are. The Def Jam games did not bring a sequel after Fight For NY so I might as well make a sequel with interesting and experimental crossover fanfic just like The Loonatics Road.

The Red Fox (Kingdom Force Spinoff and maybe a working title) - The Kingdom Force has 5 members defending the 5 Kingdoms. Luka the wolf who leads in red, Jabari who runs in yellow, TJ who drills in green, Delilah who swings in orange, and Norvyn who strengthens in blue. Each of the 5 drives Kingdom Riders and turns them into Alpha Mech to fight against evil in the 5 Kingdoms. But even if they save the day multiple times the 5 Kingdoms are still filled with more crime and every antagonist came back doing other crimes and evil deeds because they were not arrested or eliminated. That's is when a red fox came along...

I have seen popular fandoms in cartoons that were supposed to aim at younger kids like Lion Guard, MLP, Paw Patrol, and even Bluey. But Kingdom Force is the cartoon that did get enough love. It's like Power Rangers and Voltron but with anthropomorphic animals like Zootopia. However, the stories and episodes in the show is very confusing and give me almost a lot of questions. But I do like the character designs in the show. My favorite hero is Luka who is a leader with and cute cuddly character personality and my favorite villain Envie Fernadez which she has a pretty hot design, name and voice and so is her personality. Reminds me of Sly Cooper but I have not played the game yet. But for the red fox also OC Kervin (Kindom Force) It’s still at work.

APB Reloaded X Zootopia: Anyone Can Be All You Can’t Be: - In Zootopia “Anyone Can Be Anything” But in San Paro “Be All You Can’t Be” Zootopia is a place where vicious predators and meek prey live in harmony. This means that people in Zootopia live together without the prey getting eaten by predators and predators not getting feared by the prey. They almost eat like us, they sleep like us, they speak like us, they walk like us, they run like us, they bathe like us (well almost), and most importantly they use technology like us. While San Paro maybe has a good look to sightsee but this city has a lot of crime. Robberies, bombings, thefts, drug dealing, murders and causalities, vandalism, and much more that we can think of. But that does not mean there is no justice in this world. When the Criminals like the Blood Roses and the G-Kings try to take over San Paro? The Enforcers Prentiss Tigers and Praetorians from come and save the day. What would happen when a human Enforcer meets a police fox and a police bunny? And how did it happen? Only one way to find out.

Now this one is also a Kervinverse crossover story. It focuses on Kervin (APB Reloaded) meeting Judy and Nick. I am trying to find a way on how will they meet each other. But the only thing ideas I know is that it can be a delivery gone wrong, an invention gone haywire or maybe a criminal stole something magical that is transported to a different universe. But I have a lot of strange things in the game like the Christmas events and Halloween events. I like to see any volunteers who play APB Reloaded. And for those Zootopia fans who have not played APB Reloaded you check it here. https://store.steampowered.com/app/113400/APB_Reloaded/

Well, that is it for the Kervinverse stories. Now it’s time for the other stories that I also planned in the future.

OTHER FANFICS:

Alza Flare (Road Rovers Fan Spinoff)- Alza is a black cat born in the place in New York City, USA. He was born inside a pet shop without cat parents since he was born. His parents' status is unknown. Although he did make friends with other cats and non-cats in the shop. But it was a short while until a human customer named Drayson Flare and adopted him as Alza Flare. Alza has been Drayson's pet for 3 years and they instantly became best friends but when during the time when they are about to go home from the park. A terrible accident happened.

A long time ago I watched Road Rovers on my phone just to try something nostalgic and the show is pretty good though although there are some parts that don’t use their powers all the time. One part that caught my eye is how brutal car accident in the episode “Dawn of The Groomer” which gave me an idea of my new anti-villain OC character named Alza Flare. Sadly, he does have an image of him yet. But I will tell you that I will give you an interesting revenge story for him.

The Best Surfer In The World (Surf’s Up Spinoff. Maybe a working a title and synopsis change) - After the events of Surf's Up and Surf's Up 2: Wavemania. There was once a wolf who lives in the place of Chicago Illinois. He quit his own career due to being a rejected member of Hang 5 for being too unstable and after beating J.C. in a tournament years ago and after his early retirement, he spends his normal life as an ice cream man in his own ice-cream motorcycle with one of his own freshest ingredients and swears to himself that he would never in the waters again. Until he met a young Toyger.

Surf’s Up is my first favorite mockumentaries since I was young. It’s like you are watching animals andromorphic animals absolutely existed in the world we live in. It had an interesting story and writing so are the interesting characters. But when I watched Surf’s Up Wavemania. Well, I honestly love the WWE Superstars and Diva came into the movie but the story did not actually surprise me a lot. Even if the movie has a lot of beautiful locations it still did not surprise me enough because it is more like an adventure than a tournament. That is why I am planning to start my fanfiction in a new different approach with a real story and a real rivalry. Starting with wolf inspired and based on CM Punk during the part when he won the WWE belt against Cena in Money in the Bank when I watched it since intermediate school with a little rename change so it won’t be obvious. And of course, my Toyger OC because he would be trained by his own surfing master. Also, I added a Slam City easter egg

Fire Pro Wrestling World Origins: Story of 2 Angels – There is no synopsis of them yet. But I will tell you they are brother and sister with the last name “Angel” The brother who is a pop artist while the sister who joined a motorcycle club. What they both have in common is they both can fight. Their stories about my 2 new Fire Pro OCs will be coming soon. But they are not part of the fighting roads.

Well, that is all for all the future stories with some summaries that I really want to share coming soon. Thanks for following including Wattpad

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[enbyonmandalore]

The Green Void

Boba Fett x gender neutral OC

Rated: SFW

Word count: idk man

Warnings: mild violence, choking, mention of blood and bruises, mention of stalking

Summary: Eris is a scoundrel on the run and is having a really bad time when Boba Fett shows up to make it worse. 

A/N: This one-shot was heavily inspired by @jangofctts Last Favor fic, so please excuse if the setting is somewhat similar. I really hope you like this, Keida!! This is an entirely Safe For Work fic, no spicy stuff going on. Tay-Lung Eris is my self-insert character, so they’re an enby like me. There will probably be a reader insert version (without the name). Feel free to let me know what you think of this. Hope y’all enjoy!

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The Green Void

Tay-Lung Eris was a bad person. A thief and a scammer and a smuggler. To say they were a bad person was almost an understatement, but they were fine with the life they were leading. The world was a million different shades of gray for Eris - always had been. In this universe a person could only see color when they met their soulmate for the first time. Some people saw color since their early childhood, other -more unfortunate people- suddenly saw color in a crowded marketplace and spent weeks searching for the one other person who had happened to be there.

Eris had heard a lot about what color was like. It was bright, joyful and scary to some. The shades of gray all made sense once you could see color. Eris had had people describe to them, what objects were which colors.

Grass and leaves were usually green, but sometimes they had other colors like yellow or blue. Skies in oxygen-rich atmospheres were also blue. They had been told their favorite leather jacket was brown.

But why know about what colors are found where when you can't see them and probably never will?

Eris had traveled the galaxy from one end to another. They had been to numerous rebel bases with hundreds of people, they had visited multiple planets and their moons and they had been to prison.

So many people, still no color.

Today they were lounging around in Maz Kanata's castle on Takodana, the one place they felt particularly safe lately, when Oswan, their informant in all things Empire, hurriedly approached them. The scoundrel's hand instinctively hovered over their blaster as Oswan took a seat.

"You might want to...make yourself rare for a bit.", he said in a hushed voice. "Word has it Boba Fett just landed on Takodana. And he's looking for you."

"Dank farrik.", Eris hissed and shook their head. "He can't touch me here, but I can't stay here forever. Once word spreads that I'm here the place will be swarmed with Imps."

Takodana castle was a safe space for anyone and everyone. Maz Kanata allowed everybody to stay as long as they wanted, as long as they followed her one holy rule: No fights. If you broke it, you lost your privilege to be there.

If Boba Fett knew they were here, he surely wouldn't have a problem camping out in front of the door until they had to leave...

Tay-Lung Eris slumped back in their seat and ruffled their short hair. Following a loud sigh they asked: "What do we do, Oswan?"

Oswan looked at them with raised brows. There undoubtedly was concern in his eyes. When he spoke, Eris' heart rate sped up.

"If... If he hasn't already found your ship, I could lead him away from here and you can hop on another transport off planet. Get your ass as far away from here as you can."

"What if he catches you?", Eris replied. The informant smiled weakly. "There's no bounty on my head - yet. But there sure is on yours and I think Fett will take any trace that could lead him to you."

The bounty. The sheer amount that was 3500 Credits raced through Eris' mind. The Empire sure had money to spare if they could set more than a quarter million Credits on someone's head who had sold them dysfunctional weaponry... But money wasn't the problem, for once. Now it was just bare survival.

And Takodana apparently wasn't safe anymore. Eris and Oswan stood up and shook hands.

"So be it, Oswan.", they said and swallowed heavily. "Take care. Don't let him kill you. In the worst case, tell him what you must."

"Good luck, pilot.", Oswan answered with a nod.

As soon as Eris left the main room to exit the castle through a side entrance, the room behind them fell silent. Something akin to horror arose in Eris' chest and spread through their body like a bush fire, but they forced themselves to keep moving. I can't let him see me. After turning a few more corners, they started running.

They almost ran in to the closed door when they finally reached it and were relieved to find it unlocked and leading to the opposite side of the main landing space. They quickly made their way through the maze of ships, keeping an eye open for any ship that looked like it would take off soon.

To no avail.

When they realized there were no ships leaving, they took off in to the lush forest. Where do you hide when you are hunted by the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy? What happens next when the one safe place in the galaxy for people like you isn't safe anymore?

Tay-Lung Eris was by no means a good person, but Boba Fett was worse. They had heard stories -myths, rather- about this man and the things he'd done in the past to earn his reputation as the galaxy's best bounty hunter. Apparently the Empire was quite fond of him too, so no wonder they hired him for this job. Kriff, I wish they had all just blown up!, Eris thought to themselves as the made their way further and further in to the jungle. How did he even trace them here?

They had made it to a sunny clearing when a sudden movement stopped them dead in their tracks.

No.

It can't be!

The moment Fett stepped in to their field of vision Eris froze. Within a fraction of a second the entire world seemed to explode and implode at the same time. It was like a curtain or veil was being lifted and their eyes were burning. Everything was so bright.

With terror Eris looked at their boots, then at the man in green and red Mandalorian armor in front of them.

Color., was Eris' last coherent thought before their fight or flight instinct kicked in. In the back of their mind they registered that Boba Fett was talking, but they didn't understand a word through the rushing, adrenaline-fuelled  blood in their ears.

"Oswan!", they barked in to their comlink. "Oswan, come in!"

The deafening crackle of static seemed to confirm their fears. Oswan was probably dead.

The lush jungle surrounding Takodana castle was already easy to get lost in when it was just hues of gray, but now it was even more disorienting. A green void.

In a moment of recklessness Eris' boot got caught on a root on the forest floor and they tripped, scraping their hands and bruising their knees. Just as they turned around to see how far behind the bounty hunter was, a plasma bolt passed over their head. With a shriek Eris ducked and cowered in to the hollow trunk of a fallen tree. They could hear heavy, metallic steps approaching. Eris covered their mouth and nose to muffle any sound when the footsteps stopped right above them..

Boba Fett had all kinds of fancy gadgets in his armor. Probably even a heat sensor, because the next thing they knew, he was squatted in front of the log, blaster in their face. "Surprise.", he said and pulled the trigger.

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Everything hurt and they were cold. Tay-Lung Eris could feel their body shake, which didn't make the pain in their joints any better. Their neck was overly strained, but it hurt too much to move. Was this what it felt like to be dead? Far away, almost as if it came through a sturdy wall, they heard a sound - a regular, metallic clanking sound. Footsteps. Eris felt their shoulder hit something and their eyes snapped open to reveal a gray room. Had it all been a dream? By now they registered that they were laying sideways on the floor and when they tried to get up they couldn't move their arms. Blinking in confusion they let their gaze scan the room and their eyes locked on a light. A red light.

Oh no-

As soon as the clanking stopped next to them, the memory and the fear came back. This wasn't their ship. Those footsteps weren't Oswan's. He had caught them and they were going to die.

Boba Fett appeared in their peripheral vision and grabbed them by the shoulders to sit them back up. Eris looked at their captor in absolute horror. Why hadn't he just shot them right away? Some sort of twisted mercy? The entire situation had their heart racing and it seemed to speed up even more when Fett remained crouched in front of them. He seemed to be studying his prey's face.

"What have we here?", Boba Fett asked. An absurd question - as if he didn't know whom he had been hunting. Right? When all that came out of Eris' mouth were shaky exhales, Fett's hand shot forward and grabbed them by the jaw. It hurt, but trying to move hurt even more. "Hm?", he grunted impatiently.

"You- You don’t know?", Eris managed to say. Their voice was hoarse and every word sounded more like a frog's croak than Basic.

The remark only made him tighten his grip. Slowly he turned Eris' head from side to side, inspecting their face. Eris squeezed their eyes shut at the pain the movement caused in their stiff neck.

"My n-name is Tay-Lung-" Boba Fett cut them off. "I know your name.", he scoffed. "Now what did you do to have 3500 Credits put on your head?", he asked almost reproachfully. He seemed amused. Amused that they had been so easy to catch. When his captive didn't answer, he let go of their chin. Eris stared at their reflection in his tinted visor. Tears started to well up in their eyes.

"Hm. You probably killed some high-ranking official.", he assumed.

"I'm not an assassin.", Eris spat. "I may be a bad person, but I'm not a killer for hire." Unlike you., Eris added in their head. Stars! Why him?

Boba Fett got up and Eris got a good, close look at his armor. The green paint was chipped off in a lot of places and the red border around his visor seemed to stare at them angrily. Was red always this threatening? The knee and shoulder pads of Fett's armor were another color, but its name didn't come to mind...

"I'm just a simple man making my way through the Universe, like my father before me.", Boba Fett said. He nudged them with the tip of his boot. "The stun effect will wear off soon."

Then he left.

Waiting for the stun bolt to fully wear off was almost as painful as knowing what was to come. Did he see the colors too? Did he even care? He probably didn't; he had a reputation to uphold, after all. And 3500 Credits just meant a lot more than fate to someone who had been alone their entire life.

Meanwhile Eris sat on the floor of the cargo hold in almost unbearable pain. All their senses had come back and the nerves coming to felt like being defrosted too quickly and moving only seemed to work in slow motion. It took all their willpower to cross their legs while handcuffed to sit more comfortably and it drained most of their energy. They were breathing heavily with their head against the wall when something told them they were being watched.

Slowly lifting their head they saw Boba Fett leaning against the door frame. They stared at him for a moment, hiding their pain behind a mask of anger, until he came closer. He came down on a knee in front of his prisoner and tilted his head to the side.

"You know", he hummed, "It's just as uncomfortable for me."

"What do you mean?", Eris scoffed. "I'm having the time of my life. But since I probably won't live a lot longer, you could at least make these last moments more enjoyable for me."

Boba Fett took a moment to think about their words.

"Right, you probably won't live much longer.", he concluded. His tone was unfathomable.

"Can I get some bacta?", Eris asked with raised eyebrows and a sigh. After thinking about their words once more, Fett finally reached in to a pocket of his flight suit and pulled out a vial. He showed it to Eris, set it aside and reached behind them to deactivate the cuffs. As soon as they both heard the hiss of the binders opening, Fett grabbed Eris by the collar and yanked them onto their feet. One of his hands now held them by the throat and the other was pushing the nozzle of his blaster rifle against their ribs.

"Don't try anything stupid.", he warned and Eris could only nod. He let them go and they dropped to their knees, gasping for air. They fetched the bacta vial and unscrewed it. Boba Fett watched as they spread the bacta on their scraped palms and knees. I’m nothing to him., Eris thought.

"I... I have a question.", Eris said without looking at their captor. He didn't make a sound, so they just continued on. "Do you think you can live with this decision? Handing your soulmate over to certain death."

They heard him sigh and looked up from their multicolored bruises to see him tilt his head back and then stand up straight again. After a moment of silence he finally answered: "I don't know."

Eris exhaled loudly and finished zipping up their boots. They stood up and slowly walked towards Fett with their hands visible for him.

"This is a really kriffing bad day.", they said and held out their wrists for him to cuff again. Fett made a noise that sounded like he would agree and clipped the binders to his belt. "Are you...not gonna tie me up again?"

"If you behave, I don't think I'll have to. You look weak anyways.", the bounty hunter replied. Eris made an offended noise, but acknowledged it was better to not say anything. Fett's cape blew behind him as he turned around to leave again.

Tay-Lung Eris stood in the Slave 1's cargo hold, too shocked to move yet. Kriff, kriff, kriff! This was really bad. They had no idea what was going on in this man's mind. Was he really about to tempt fate? Anyways, they weren't going to stick around to find out.

For a moment they allowed themselves to sink to the floor, make themselves small and cry. Eris then composed themselves and started looking around the room more closely. To their right was a sliding door with a ladder behind it. Up there was probably the cockpit and thus, a window. They had to know where they were in order to formulate an escape plan. As a smuggler and thief, running away was what they did for a living, running away from Boba Fett was simply...more of a challenge. Eris took a deep breath and climbed the ladder.

They peeked over the edge of the ladder and found themselves in a tiny separate room. Right in front of them was another sliding door with a circular window. Behind said door was the cockpit and Fett was sitting in the pilot's seat. Eris saw him quickly tun off a hologram when he heard them enter. Eris tried to concentrate on what they could see outside.

The ship was just passing by a very green planet. Maybe Endor? Eris slowly approached Fett, whom was silently watching their every move. They got just close enough to see the dashboard and the autopilot settings. The autopilot was set for the Corellian Trade Spine, so they were heading towards the Inner Rim.

"What are you doing?", Fett asked dismissively.

"I...wanted to see the stars one more time.", Eris lied. Their heart was pounding so loud they were almost sure he could hear it. When the bounty hunter turned his head to look out the window himself Eris almost sighed with relief. "I'll, uh, I'll go back down now.", they said quietly and shuffled back towards the ladder. He said nothing.

Great. So they had to get out before the ship could go in to hyperspace.

Eris ran a hand through their hair and felt the sweat on their forehead. They padded down their pockets - nothing. He had taken everything out of their pockets. They inspected the floors and walls of the cargo hold for hidden storage spaces and found lockers behind wall panels. Through two closed doors he would hardly hear the lockers open. Right? Eris took the risk and opened one only to immediately hit the jackpot. Suits! Their hands skimmed over the fabric to see if it was airtight and to their surprise it was. In the next locker was what looked like a spare space helmet, so they snatched that too and put it all on over their regular clothes. The space suit had a built-in communication system as well as a small oxygen reserve, which would come in handy once they actually exited the bounty hunter's ship. Eris tested the helmet one final time and made their way to the opposite end of the room. This ship has to have a trash compartment!, they thought. Because, like any sensible person, Boba Fett was likely going to empty his garbage before going in to hyperspace.

Found it!

With rapid breaths Eris opened the lid of the trash compartment and climbed inside feet first. They somehow managed to cram their body between the litter and close the lid with one hand.

If they were counting time correctly, they should reach the hyperspace route in no less than ten more minutes.

Counting the seconds, Eris waited for the door to open.

And finally it did. The pressure difference sucked the trash out of the Slave 1's hull and Eris' body went limp; they just let the suction take over. And one moment later Boba Fett's ship was gone.

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One Year Later

The night club was vibrating with energy. Coruscant was the biggest, most populated and most disorienting planet. Hiding here was easy enough.

They had taken on a new identity -the name they introduced themselves as was now Astride Tayla- as a barkeeper in a night club. It was getting late and they took a break outside the back. The colors of various neon signs and headlights were reflected on shiny metal doors and caught their eye. Color was too beautiful to be true. One year ago, on Takodana, they gained the ability to see color.

Seeing the galaxy in all its colorful glory always came with cold shivers down the back and the occasional panic attack or nightmare.

It was hard enough to get away from him, but even harder to accept that they would never be complete without their soulmate. What should one do if one's soulmate would kill them for money?

Eris -Astrid- went back inside the club and began cleaning up the bar. Everything had been fine, so far. They had been very careful with everything they had done within the last 12 months to make hiding and blending in easier. It just had to stay that way.

On their way home Eris made their way through the lower levels of the city planet. Shady places with even shadier people, but Eris was no stranger to these kinds of people. After all, they weren't a particularly good person either. Lost in their own thoughts they didn't pay too much attention to their surroundings - a mistake when navigating on the lower levels alone.

"Astrid Tayla.", someone called out to them. At first Eris ignored the voice, but a strange voice in their head told them to be careful, so they stopped.

"Astrid Tayla.", the person repeated in a lower voice. He sounded closer now. "Or should I say Eris Tay-Lung?"

Upon hearing their name Eris spun around and was met with a blaster rifle in their face. Their heart skipped a beat as they locked eyes with the blue and green skinned Rodian holding it.

This time their fight or flight instinct kicked in quicker. They had subconsciously been on edge for so long, that they didn't even realize they had started to run. Eris sprinted down an ally, checking over their shoulder to see the Rodian bounty hunter running at them. They took a sharp left turn and-

"Oh dank farrik!", Eris shouted as they found themselves in front of a circular passageway to the lower levels for larger ships. Hearing the Rodian rapidly approaching from behind their mind short-circuited and they jumped.

Eris landed on all fours and found themselves on top of a freight ship.

Suddenly something grabbed their collar and lifted them in to the air so quickly that they choked on their own spit.

They felt gloved hands at the back of their neck. They were caught - again.

Eris gasped a curse under their breath as the person dropped them on the ground in a narrow ally. "Eris Tay-Lung.", a different, modulated voice said. Oh no.

Turning around, so they were laying on their back now, Eris saw the Mandalorian standing over them. It was Boba Fett.

"It's Tay-Lung Eris.", they corrected him. Fett remained motionless.

"How did you get away last time?", he growled.

"How the kriff did you find me?", Eris yelled back.

"Answer me.", Fett commanded and set a foot on Eris' chest to stop them from getting up.

Stuttering out word for word, Eris explained how they had managed to escape the Slave 1. They had sneaked around the ship and stolen a spare flight suit and made their getaway when Fett emptied the garbage container before going in to hyperspace. Then they set off a coded SOS signal and waited for a rebel ship to pick them up.

"I- I'm a smuggler. I run away for a living.", they finished their explanation. Fett lowered his gun. “I know, that’s why it took me forever and a year to find you.”, he muttered. When he lifted his boot off of their chest, they realized they were hyperventilating and forcefully tried to breathe slower. The bounty hunter then crouched down beside Eris as he had done before.

"You... You're gonna take me to the Imps, aren't you?", they asked in a defeated tone. But Boba Fett shook his head. "No.", he replied. "But we have to leave. You caused quite a commotion."

Before Eris could ask what he meant he reached for their hand to pull them to their feet.

"Here's what's going to happen.", he said, "I am taking you back to my ship. Understood?"

"Why-", before Eris could finish their sentence Fett punched them in the gut. He then grabbed them by the thighs and hoisted them up over his shoulder. "Hang on.", Eris heard him say before he activated his jetpack.

"Holy shit!", Eris shouted as plasma bolts shot up to their left and right. Only now did they notice the kriffing Rodian, along with several others, enter the ally. Probably attempting to ambush Fett and take the bounty for themselves. But Boba Fett wasn't the galaxy's best bounty hunter for nothing...

Fett let go of Eris when they reached his ship. Eris' forehead was covered in nervous sweat and they coughed from being slumped over his shoulder for so long. Then they took a few steps back. Fett took a step towards them. Eris took another step back.

"Stay away from me!", they declared and gripped the blaster at their side.

"Calm down.", the bounty hunter scoffed. His modulated voice was much too calm for the entire situation. He raised both his gloved hands in an attempt to reassure them. "You're safest with me. Don't you understand that, little one?"

"Keep your stupid pet names!", Eris barked. "I was doing just fine!"

"Doing fine, huh? There is still that massive bounty on your head and I can't keep all the amateurs away from you forever.", Boba Fett replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Remember when your apartment was broken in to but nothing was stolen?", Fett suggested. "Or the time when you were followed home from the club with a certain patron not to be found the next evening?"

Alarm bells were going off in Eris' head. "That was you!", they shouted in utter bewilderment. Boba Fett nodded. "I beat up the stalker and left him to die in an ally. I scared the intruder out of your home."

Eris looked at him in confusion. "Why would you do that?"

"Tay-Lung Eris. The one that got away.", he continued. "I was actually thinking about not turning you in, you know? But seems like you were quicker than me at making that decision."

Eris furrowed their brows even more. "Didn't seem like it.", they mocked.

"The decision wasn't exactly easy. Either I get a lot of money, or a once in a lifetime chance of being...", he laughed nervously, "...happy."

"Happy", Eris echoed him.

"So, Eris, what do you think? I'm offering you a way out here.", Fett asked and held out a hand as if to strike a deal. Eris' thoughts were racing at the speed of light. Was he really offering them safety? Was this a trick?

"Give me the blaster.", they demanded. Fett's helmet tilted to the right; he was thinking. He then put the blaster on the floor and kicked it in Eris' general direction. Carefully they approached the rifle and picked it up. "Now take off the helmet.", they commanded with the blaster pointed at its owner. Eris could hear Boba Fett sigh with annoyance, but he complied.

Under the green helmet with the angry red border around the visor appeared a man. A man with tan skin and dark, curly hair. There were a few scars on his face. And he had brown eyes - so brown they almost looked completely black in the dim light.

An "Oh" escaped his lips. Eris looked at him in confusion. "Your hair...", he began to explain. "There's a white streak."

"I know?", Eris replied, still very confused.

"It looked blue with the helmet on.", Fett went on to explain himself.

They stared at each other for another moment, then Boba Fett took a final step forward. "So it's a deal then?"

"Deal."

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Time Lost Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: An accident during a mission sends Shield agent Victoria Taylor back in in time to the second world war. There she enlists the help of Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes to find the object that can send her back.

Warnings: Nothing much in this one, No bucky in the prologue, Nazis are mentioned

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: This is my first go at a series in a long time, dunno how regularly it will be updated but im trying. It will end up being very canon divergent in later chapters most likely ignoring civil war onwards.

Tori adjusted her dress slightly as she watched the party from her perch atop a high bar stool. Who would have thought that experimental arms dealers liked 40’s themed parties? Apparently other arms dealers by the looks of it. “This place is a real who's who of people you don't want to fuck with, isn't it?” She stated more than asked as she stirred her drink with a mixing straw.

“Yeah, unless you’re us.” Clint's voice said through the communication device in her ear.

She chuckled, taking a sip of her drink. “Unless you're us. How is setting up that distraction going?” She peeked down the hall where two guards stood watch over the entrance to another corridor. “Macho Man and Biceps Mcgee don’t look apt to let me through.”

“Patience Tay-tay, patience.” She rolled her eyes as he continued. “The Blues Brothers should be off your back in a few minutes.”

“Stop calling me that. I didn't need to help you with this mission, remember?” She said, leaning against the bar. This was not how she intended to spend her day off. “Why did I agree to this again?”

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me?” He offered as the lights flickered. Tori looked down the hall again to see the two guards moving to investigate. Bingo.

“Oh, right.” She said as she slid off the stool. “You wouldn't stop begging me until I caved.” Head held high, she walked into the hallway as if she owned the place. “You owe me an introduction to Captain America when this is done.”

“You know, I wouldn't need to introduce the two of you if you just joined the avengers.” He said as she turned down the now unguarded corridor. “The door you're looking for should be on your left.”

“I don't like the limelight.” She defended, “Remember the entire reason why your asking me to do this is because you can't walk into a room without being recognized anymore. Not after what happened in New York.”

“Yeah, yeah. You would think people would have forgotten by now.” Clint grumbled making Tori stifle a laugh. Forget the people that saved New York from giant space whales? As if. She tried the door Clint had directed her to and found it locked. She sighed. “Probably should have expected that.” She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and started to pick the lock. “So what exactly am I looking for here? Just some files?”

“That's what Hill said.” He confirmed. “Probably something on the tech they are trying to sell, you know, arms dealery stuff.” The lock clicked and the door swung open. Tori quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

Wasting no time, she immediately started pilfering the desk in front of her, looking for anything that might be of note. “This guys desk is a fucking mess. Do you have any clue what I’m looking for specifically?”

“Uhhh.” Clint replied, making Tori groan.

“You didn't think to ask for specifics?” Jesus Christ, half of these documents are in German, do you even kn-” Her eyes went wide as she looked up. She didn't know how she managed to miss the giant, bell-shaped, hunk of metal with a fucking swastika in the middle of it, when she entered the room, but she did. Especially since, now that she noticed it, the thing seemed to produce a low, unnatural hum. “Uh, Clint?”

“What is it? Did you find something? You gotta hurry up the guards are on their way back.” Clint urged as she approached the Nazi bell.

“Are you sure Maria only said anything about files?” The bell seemed to grow more agitated as she stepped closer, vibrating strongly enough that its edges seemed to blur. “What the hell is this thing?” As she reached out, the door crashed open. She whipped around to see the two guards from earlier, their guns aimed directly at her. Thinking fast, she dove towards the desk as the guns fired. The bullets hit the bell with a thundering clang, causing the bell to go deathly silent before emitting a dull blue glow. The glow quickly intensified into a blinding blue-white light until a shock wave of energy exploded from the bell with a deafening gong.

Tori was thrown against the back wall with such force she saw stars. Groaning, she stumbled to her fee as alarms started blaring. Swearing to herself, she blindly grabbed a handful of loose papers, and ran out of the room, jumping over the two, now unconscious, guards in the process. Glancing both ways down the hall, she swore again as she saw a swarm of guards running down the way she came. Papers in hand, she sprinted down the corridor away from the guards.

“Clint? I could use a little back up right about now!” She hollered but got no response. “Clint!” she said again, raising a hand to her ear. Her heart dropped when she felt no communicator. “Son of a bitch.” Hooking a right down another hallway, she stumbled as the building shook, another loud gong ripping from the bell now rooms away. Damn that thing was loud. The walls began to crack from the force of the shock waves. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that bell was going to bring the entire building down.

Tori looked over her shoulder, the guards were nowhere to be seen. God only knew if they were going to come back or if they had decided to save themselves. With the noises the building was making, Tori honestly couldn't blame them if they chose the second option. The reg glint of an exit sign caught her eye as she turned down yet another hall. “Thank god.” She gasped, forcing herself to run just a little faster. She lunged at the exit as a third gong tore through the building.

She fell out of the emergency exit gasping for breath as the sound of sirens screeched over head. She froze as she took in her surroundings. Why was it so dark? Pulling her phone out of her bra, she checked the time. 5:36 pm glowed up at her brightly. She shook her head, that was impossible. It was far far too dark. She looked back at the building she escaped from, only to find it completely restored to its original state. Except, she noticed, there was no door for her to exit out of. “What the fuck is going on here?”

The sirens continued as she turned on her phone’s flashlight. No signal, she noticed, great. She walked out of the alley and down the street, not a single light was on anywhere, not even streetlights. Did that bell have something to do with this? She looked down at the papers she managed to grab as the sound of planes roared overhead. ‘Die Glocke’ was all she was able to read before being unceremoniously dragged into the shop next to her.

“What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Walking around with a torch in the middle of an air raid? Are you mad?” The woman scolded, Tori’s phone in her hand. Tori’s jaw dropped as the woman fumbled with her phone: Peggy Carter. The Peggy Carter. The same one whose picture Tori passed every day walking into the shield offices. That Peggy Carter was now standing in front of her, trying to figure out how a cell phone worked. “How do you turn this bloody thing-”

An explosion rocked the street, shattering the glass of the shop they were in. Both women dove to the floor on instinct. Tori took the phone from Peggy and turned off the light. She popped her head up and peeked through the broken window. The building she had just escaped from was now reduced to a pile of rubble. Holy shit, she realized, That bell has sent her back in time. She had no chance to rationalize this information when she heard the signature sound of a gun being cocked. She turned to see Peggy pointing a pistol at Tori’s head.

“Who are you, what are you doing here, and what is that?” Peggy gestured to Tori’s phone. Oh god, how does someone even begin to explain time travel via Nazi bell.

Tori took a deep breath. “Do you want the answer that make me look like a nutcase? Or the quickly cobbled together lie you probably won't believe?”

“I want the truth” Peggy answered firmly, making Tori feel very much like a scolded child.

“My name is Victoria Taylor. I am here because of an accident.” She said slowly, trying to give herself time to plan out how to explain time travel. “I, well, I was sent back in time by a giant Nazi bell.” Tori glanced at the crumpled papers still in her hand. “Here!” She shoved the papers towards Peggy. “Die glocke, the bell! Maybe this can help explain it.” Peggy eyed her warily before taking the papers. Peggy squinted at them, reading slowly with the lack of light. Slowly, she lowered her gun, instead focusing on the documents.

Peggy sighed, “You're right. Your story does make you sound like a nutter, but these documents…” her voice trailed off as another bomb rocked the street. “It isn’t safe up here.” She said simply, grabbing Tori by the arm and pulling her towards the back of the building. “How did you get into this situation Victoria?”

Tori stumbled, trying to keep up with Peggy, as she dragged Tori through the shop. “I’m an agent of shield.” She paused for a moment, should she really be saying this? “An organization you help form after the war.”

“At this point the war doesn't feel like it will ever be over.” Peggy sighed again, stopping in front of a blank wall. She stepped forward and pressed an unseen switch. The wall opened up to reveal a small elevator.

Tori stopped just short of following Peggy inside. “Are you sure this is a good idea during an air raid?”

“We don't have time for this nonsense.” Peggy said, rolling her eyes and pulling Tori in by the collar just as the doors began to close. Peggy looked over the papers again in the dim light of the elevator. “You said you were an agent Victoria?”

“Yes.”

“And no doubt you want to get back to your time.”

“Well, yeah, that would be preferable.”

Peggy nodded. “Then I supposed, you would have no issue helping us find this bell HYDRA created.”

Tori looked at her, “Who is ‘us’ in this equation?”

“The Strategic Scientific Reserve. SSR for short. Have you heard of it Agent Taylor?” The elevator rattled as more bombs exploded above.

Tori scoffed, “Heard of it? I was named after one of the agents. Yeah, I’ll be glad to help, especially if it gets me home.”

Peggy furrowed her brow, “What agent were you named after?”

“Agent Victoria Rose Taylor? My family has been in  shield since its inception, I grew up hearing all the stories about her.”

Peggy shook her head as the elevator stopped. “There is no Agent Victoria Taylor. Unless you count yourself.” She said before stepping out into the hall.

Tori went wide eyed as Peggy’s words sank in. “Oh my god. I was named after myself.”

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11/11/11 Tag (22/11/11? Tag?)

Another one of these! This time, I was tagged TWICE by the wonderful @sassypandacandy (go read her books,, i love them). I’ve gotta answer the questions, come up with my OWN questions, and then tag 11 people to answer, only I’m not going to tag eleven people because I still don’t think I quite KNOW eleven people yet. Also, because I got tagged twice with two different sets of questions, I’m going to answer both sets in one post, and then just come up with eleven questions of my own, because it takes me yonks to come up with questions and I’m lazy. Eso si que es, y’know?

What’s the first thing you remember writing?

A four-page story about a Diplodocus when I was… definitely before I was ten years old. Maybe like five or six. I was very proud of it.

What’s the last thing you wrote purely for yourself?

Actually, I pretty much always write for myself, so the last thing that I wrote/started to write… ooh-er. That’d be the Warrior Cats fanfiction I’ve been working on. :P

Are you a WIP playlist person or a WIP aesthetics person?

Playlist, probably. I tend not to make playlists specifically for WIPs – instead, I’ll assign songs and soundtracks to specific characters and scenes – but I’m still better at throwing together playlists then making aesthetics LMAO

What’s a book you wish you’d written?

Uuuuh… maybe it’s just because I’m young (barely an adult), but I don’t have anything where it’s like “ah I wish I’d used that idea” or “wish I’d written this book”. I still have a lot of writing ahead of me, hopefully, so all my ideas I hope to actually get out some day. (Assuming that’s,,, what the question is asking me)

What’s your favourite book adaptation?

Ironic because it doesn’t follow the books that closely, but I love the How To Train Your Dragon films very much.

Which of your characters would you like to have a conversation with? What would you like to talk about?

The downside to Pandemonium’s Bane being filled with eccentric personalities and cooky characters means that there’s actually few of them I’d LIKE to have a conversation with, because most would be too dickish or too annoying for my tastes xDD That being said, I think me and Plue are on very similar wavelengths, and we have a lot in common (such as both of us wanting to write), so I wouldn’t mind chatting with her for a bit if I had to.

Which of your WIP worlds would you most like to live in?

The Power of Ages stories are mostly set in one universe (the Nimbus System) so I guess I’d have to go with that one by default. There’s Neil’s dimension, I guess, but it’s destroyed, so…

Have you ever written anything inspired purely by a song? If so, what song was it?

I haven’t written anything inspired just by a single song, but I HAVE got certain scenes or character backstories based off of songs, or even the concepts they’re based around. I have a whole battle between brothers planned out to the soundtrack that plays when Shifu fights Tai Lung in Kung Fu Panda, and listening to the Iron Man soundtracks helped me with both the conception of a new character and her placement in my roster (and yes, she does invent things and fly around, although there are also some major differences)

Have you ever written poetry? Do you still? Why or why not?

I… haven’t written poetry. And the reason for that is… I mean, I guess it doesn’t really jibe with me? Granted I haven’t considered it heavily, but it was always my least favourite aspect of learning English at school, and I just never fell in love with it the same way I fell in love with writing conventional narratives.

Who would direct an adaptation of your writing?

I ain’t big on directors, so IDEK. I guess in terms of the rewrite of Maelstrom (my current main WIP) I’d pick Sam Raimi, who proved with his Spider-Man films that he can blend fun superhero narratives with slightly darker elements pretty well.

How do you motivate yourself when you don’t feel like writing?

Mainly by having multiple projects to work on! That way, if I ain’t feeling what I’m working on, I can switch over to another one, and bingo bango, I can keep writing. (Hypothetically. Sometimes it ain’t that simple, obviously.) I also use music, and I also take advantage of being in situations where it’s like, I’d rather write then do the alternative. Do you know how much writing I got done in lessons? So much. :P

What scenes are the worst to write?

The ones that I haven’t planned out – sometimes I have very specific ideas for how I want scenes to happen, and I’m excited to get to them, but other times they’re just obligatory because there’s certain information I have to convey. That makes it a challenge to write it in a compelling way, because why should the reader care if I don’t?

What can you say is a thing you love most about your writing?

I’d say I like the dialogue/character interplay/narrative description-y sort of stuff. I think I’m good at giving everything levity, and keeping it breezy and entertaining even if I myself find the writing process to be a bit of a slog. Plus, it’s funny to read back over, and it’s also funny to watch my discord quote a line and then keysmash at it. :P

What is writing advice that you take to heart?

It’s from Aaron Sorkin’s writing masterclass – the idea that a story is defined by the main character’s INTENTION, the OBSTACLE facing them, and the TACTICS they use to overcome it.

How do you keep yourself from quitting writing together?

Honestly, it’s not like I have to try that hard! By this point I’m desperate to tell these stories that I have in mind, so I have a sort of innate compulsion to write because I wanna get it all out there. I’ll get back to you if that compulsion runs out, but for now, I see myself writing long into the future.

What is the strangest thing you’ve searched up on the internet for writing purposes?

Probably the capabilities of medieval-era people to recognise nuclear technology. (And for the record, the answer is “pretty low”.)

Not a question, but shoutout a writeblr (or multiple) that you think needs to hear that they are awesome and doing a great job (by the way everyone, you all are awesome and doing a great job. Keep it up.)

Well obviously I’m gonna shout out the person who tagged me in the first place – Kels. I await the final(?) book in the DOOT series with great anticipation.

Your OCs are trapped on a deserted island, what would they be doing?

I WANNA say they’d try and work as a team, but, uh. It may not go so well. Dante and Plue would probably be the most practical. Gaia would be good at grunt work but not focus on the task at hand, Rose would be functionally useless but good at moral support, Jacen would try to organise things but Gaia would just push him in the sea for jokes… I reckon they’d escape eventually, I suppose, but it wouldn’t exactly be a clean-cut affair, you know? xD

What is your biggest inspiration for your WIPs?

I actually have various inspirations – I think collectively my biggest inspiration is the MCU, in that it’s a bunch of interconnected stories set in the same universe about different characters and also there are superpowers. xDD

A habit you have when it comes to writing?

Not doing it (thank you writer’s block)

A fact about your world and/or characters?

I have debated killing of MANY of my characters, but have only actually come to concrete decisions one way or the other with a few.

If your WIP/s got turned into a movie or series, what would be the quote on the promotional poster or trailer?

Oh, I’m gonna do this for ALL the WIPs, this seems fun!

Of Encounters and Trysts – Two Hearts, One Soul (or something equally cheesy)

Hit and Run – Even the indomitable aren’t invincible

Maelstrom – Destiny Begins

The Destroyer of Worlds – One Case, One Team, One Superpower

Survivor – It’s every man for themselves

Savants – Not so different

Omnia Vincit Amor – Good things come to those who get traumatised

Cometh the Hour – Six thousand years from home

  Alright, now it’s (finally!) time for my eleven questiones:

1 – Does music help you write, or does it just distract you?

2 – What’s your favourite writing tool? A laptop? Notepad and pens? Quills and inkpot?

3 – Do you have to physically go to places to get a feel for them and feel as though you can set writing in them?

4 – What got you into writeblr?

5 – How well can your OCs dance, do you think?

6 – Do you have a favourite writing snack? If so, what is it?

7 – Bionicle. Thoughts?

8 – Is there a specific piece of media (movie, show, book, w/e) that you could say has been more of an inspiration to you than anything else?

9 – What’s the best soundtrack you know for getting pumped and hyped up?

10 – If you could only write one genre for the rest of your writing career, what would you go with?

11 – What’s your favourite music-based meme? (Examples include “LET’S GO”, “CREEPER/AWW MAN” and “We Are Number One But ___”)

 Tagging… @thelimeonade, and @dawnuchiha!

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You know one of us have to ask Shen 003?

o | Accepting

How I feel about this character: he is literally a personified burning trashcan in the body of a peacock and yet. i Love him stares at the ceiling

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: uhhh mostly just. you know. wolf boss thinking emoji tho there are other ships on this blog that i enjoy, like with rosebud or shina (at least in the past). there was also another OC a looong time ago that i shipped him with named ehuang that i still think back to sometimes, but she belonged to a friend i spoke to a lot at the time :v 

also does tai lung count even tho that’s literally just a crack hateship

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: it’s juuuust barely a tie between the soothsayer or the antagonistic relationship he shares with po squints and by just barely i mean that the soothsayer is clearly winning, but i always feel remiss if i don’t at least mention the other

the hero-villain relationship in kfp2 is So Good u guys okay none of the other movies come close and no one can change my mind on that 8|

My unpopular opinion about this character: idk if this is unpopular per se, but i do think that if he were to get in a scuffle with kai and tai lung he would uh. be at a Very Distinct disadvantage which is my nice way of saying he’d be up shit creek

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i would undergo a spinal tap to see baby shen in canon >8c 

Favorite friendship for this character: he. has no friends. he Deserves no friends lbr

as a child, i am partial to his friendship with wolf boss, but. we all know how that ends so it’s just a teensy bit Painful

My crossover ship: [thinks about him and frieza meeting for a profoundly brief moment]

[starla-nell]

OC Interview

I was tagged by @puppypopcornpizza on the OC Interview. I shared the idea with my friend Rosehip and she was so delighted she’s doing two. She’s not on Tumblr, so I’m posting on her behalf. Here’s the first one, for her Warden Surana. She’s posting very soon on AO3, so now’s a great time to catch up and subscribe! 

This circulated on Tumblr and amused me immensely. Here is a quiz, as Macsen would answer it, the day the Circle Mage origin story wraps up.

What is your name? Macsen Surana

No, seriously, what is your real name? I'm not sure what else you're looking for, here. I don't have a nickname, anymore.

Do you know why you were called that? Already arched eyebrows arch higher. My clan name is Surana. Presumably, my family liked the sound or the meaning of “Macsen.” I haven't seen any of them in years, though, so I can't tell you more than that. I guess “no” would have sufficed.

Are you single or taken? Takenish? I've got something going on, but I don't think we can maintain it since I'm going to war and he's not.

Do you have any abilities or powers? You're probably asking about my magic. I specialize in lightning and entropy. I'm interested in healing, but I'm not very good at it.

I'm better at working with my hands than you'd expect, as well. Whenever Gregoir gets sick of my crap, or, excuse me, (sits up very straight and deepens voice) “Feel you need to suppress your rebellious and prideful inclinations, young man,” he sets me to work repairing things or cleaning.

Stop being a Gary Stu. Are we back to the name thing, again? Do you know something about my past? I'd love to hear it.

What is your eye color? Blue.

How about your hair color? A friend insisted on calling it “brunette”, which I'm pretty sure is Orlesian for brown.

Have you any family members? I- I hope so.

I see... What about pets? We're not supposed to have those. I had a toad for a while. I wanted to keep a hare, but I knew it wouldn't go well. Can Grey Wardens have pets? If they can, I would like that.

Tell me about something you don't like. *Fidgets and glances at nearby fully armed and armored templar.* Nothing comes to mind, really.

Do you have any hobbies or activities that you enjoy doing? I probably shouldn't admit this, but I'm out of here today, so what's anyone going to do about it? I love working on repairs in the workshop. There's something about the weight of the tools in your hands and the knowledge that one small thing in the world is less broken and you did it.

Ever hurt anyone before? Not without pretty serious provocation, but yes.

Ever... killed anyone before? I'm not sure how to answer that. No, really! Not, directly, I guess? Do sentinels count?

What kind of animal are you? *Lunges to feet.* How DARE you? You want me to say “rabbit”, don't you? Well, fuck you and your stupid, round ears. I'm as much a person as you are. *Storms off.* *Comes back ten minutes later.* A friend convinced me you probably didn't mean it like that. But, look, you should watch how you talk to people of other races, all right?

Anyway, I'd love it if I could turn into an animal, like a sparrow so I could fly around without anyone noticing. Or... a halla so I could run very fast across the land and carry my friends to safer places. That would be awesome.

Name one of your worst habits. Hand me that weird writing utensil, the one with the button on the back. Clicks the retractable pen four thousand times. Oh, man, where has this thing been all my life? If fidgeting and tapping things is a habit, then there you have it. It's definitely the one that annoys other people the most.

Do you look up to anyone at all? Yes. You might not understand this if all you know of him is what you've seen of him the last day or two, but I look up to Jowan. He just doesn't handle the threat of personal destruction well, all right? He's kind and loves easily, despite the fact that his family abandoned him. Do you know how rare that is? And once you have his love, he'll do anything for you. He'll always try to do the right thing. Maybe that's not the cool answer, but I don't know what I'd have ever done without him.

Sexual orientation? I'm a little puzzled how we got from talking about my brother-in-all-but-blood to sex? I prefer men, yes. I do not look at Jowan in that way.

Do you go to school? *Sighs heavily.* Every moment of every day for the last thirteen years. School, prison. Po-tay-to po-tah-to.

Do you want to marry and have kids one day? That's a very complicated question, do you know that? The short answer is that I would love to have a family of my own, but don't think it is all that likely.

I mean, leaving aside for a minute the fact that I kissed a girl once and it went about how you think, I'm literal property. If I do manage to father a child, the Chantry owns it. Unless being a Grey Warden complicates that? Can Grey Wardens keep their own children? Or, would there be a custody dispute between the Grey Wardens and the Chantry?

Also, I'm going to war.

Anyway, yes, someday I would like to gather around me a variety of people whom I love, and I would like to not have to worry about who has the rights to any of us.

Like I said, not super likely.

What are you most afraid of? *Rubs forehead, glances at templar, again.* Not much, really.

What do you usually wear? Chantry-approved robes. What do you think? Hey, do Grey Wardens get to wear what they want? That'd be great. Because if I get a choice, I'd rather wear something more practical, like leathers, or, well, anything that doesn't drag on the ground.

Do you love someone? Yes, I think so. At least, I do if it's still love when you feel as strongly as you ever did for them, but you know you can't make this work.

What class are you? (Lower, middle, upper?) You probably think this one is easy, too, don't you? According to which culture? The Dalish are all family so we don't really have classes. On the other hand, some claim rank over other elves. (I don't, it's just a different culture, yet again.) Mages are not free, but we're educated beyond most people. In Ferelden society overall, as an elf, I'm inherently lower class, no matter what my personal values are or how much money I ever earn. I... yeah, I honestly don't know.

How many friends do you have? Living or dead? Anyone you still consider a friend, regardless of their current state. One dead, two tranquil, two living, and two living to the best of my knowledge, but elsewhere.

Thoughts on pie? Again, how did we get from my ill-fated friend circle to PIE? I've had pie so rarely, anyway, that I'm not sure I can do the question justice. I remember it being a little too sweet.

Favorite drink? Strong tea, with lemon if I can get it.

What's your favorite place? What part of “until today I was the prisoner of a religious institution” am I failing to get across? The roof, I guess? Ask me again when I've been more places.

Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean? I will have to get back to you on that one, also.

Are you interested in anyone? I thought we covered this?

What's your dick size? *Blushes.* It's in proportion with the rest of me.

Well, what's your type? Are we still talking about my dick? Use your imagination. Uh... actually please stop using your imagination. It's creeping me out a little.

What attracts you? I love a good smile. No, really! I also notice if someone smells good. Look, everyone I know is covered from neck to feet most of the time. I only have so much information to go on, at first.

Any fetishes? <.<  I am not certain what you mean by that.

Seme or uke? Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive? Are you TRYING to get me in trouble? *Pulls sleeves down lower over barely-discernible bruises ringing his wrists.*

Camping inside or outside? OUTSIDE! Oh, my gods, I get to go outside! And we're going to be camping! Outside forever!

Are you wanting this quiz to end? Oh, are we done? Can I go outside now, then?

[ithappenedinadreamcomic-blog]

It Happened in a Dream! Part 1: Ready for Abduction

Keywords: emo soldiers, the manic pixie dream girl trope, Star Wars, Star Trek references, shenanigans

Genre: Crack fiction, Comedy, Original Story, Original Characters in Canon Universe

Characters: Kylo Ren, Captain Phasma, General Hux, Supreme Leader Stoke, OCs

Rating: PG to PG-13

Trigger Warnings: Cursing, violence sometimes, sexual innuendos

A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY............

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Actually, we're getting a bit ahead of ourselves here. There are a few things we need to explain before we can get to the galaxy far, far away part. First of all, like many stories, this is a love story. A story about gross, disgusting, mushy-gushy love.

NO, NO, WAIT! COME BACK! I'm just kidding! Love is boring, right? You're so right!

This story is about Star Wars! You still here?! Yes?? Okay! *ahem* Alsoit'samusicalaboutlove. *ahem* Hmm? No, I didn't say anything else. Anyway! Moving on!

Our story begins with a girl. This girl lived in a galaxy not so far away. In fact, this girl lived in our galaxy and on our planet Earth, in a little place called Los Alamos, New Mexico...

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“Ms. Vasquez. Ms. Vasquez? Earth to Ms. Vasquez, do you read me?”

Melanie's pursed mouth flattened, allowing the mechanical pencil that was perched precariously between her upper lip and her nose to flop back to the surface of her desk. Her previously vacant expression dissipated, and she lifted her gaze to her coworker, Mr. Brown, who was frowning at her from behind the wall of her cubicle. The cubicle, sprinkled with an eclectic array of stickers, figurines, and postcards, had somehow failed to occupy him during the absence of Melanie's attentions.

“Oh,” Melanie said, sniffing. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Did you get my e-mail?” he asked again. “You need to send your analyses over to Mrs. Patel right away.”

“Yeah! Yeah. I'm on it,” Melanie said, and began to type away at her laptop. As soon as Mr. Brown had returned to his own work space, Melanie leaned back in her chair and sighed heavily. Melanie truly enjoyed working at the Los Alamos National Laboratory as a chemical engineer, but data entry only entertained her spastic brain for so long. She longed for the day when her bank account balance would allow her to take a long, exciting vacation clear on the opposite side of the planet!

...Little did Melanie Vasquez know that she was about to have her extended vacation, albeit in a much farther place than she anticipated!

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“C'mon, Mel, it's Friday!” the engineer moaned from a pile of blankets, pillows, and a gray tabby cat plushie named Mr. Pickles. “All you gotta do is put on your clothes, work for eight hours, and then you can par-tay all weekend like it's 1999!”

Except it was actually 2017, and Prince had passed on, in the evil, evil year 2016.

Melanie floundered with the blankets, eventually knocking various pillows off of her body onto the floor, and reluctantly slipped out of the bed with tousled auburn hair. She eventually dragged herself to the bathroom. She gaped at her tired face in the mirror for a few moments before brushing her teeth. No matter how much “beauty rest” Melanie indulged in, the bags under her eyes refused to disappear. Not that it mattered. She wasn't trying to impress anyone; not for a while, anyway. Her bedroom was decorated top to bottom in juvenile, bright trinkets that ordinarily did not suit a 25-year-old woman's tastes. But it worked for Melanie.

After patting on a thin layer of foundation, black mascara, and a pink lip gloss, Melanie turned to her closet. “Hmm...What should I wear? Mr. Pickles, any recommendations?”

The cat plushie remained silent from its current position on the floor.

Melanie settled on a dusty pink blouse and a crimson pencil skirt. She hopped into a pair of shiny dark flats, and grabbed her matching crimson suit jacket on the way to the living room.

“Oh, crap! I think my phone said it was going to rain,” she said to no one in particular. “Better check outside the window first!”

Melanie plucked an apple from a basket on the kitchen counter and shoved it into her open mouth. She walked across the joined dining-living room to the window, taking one bite out of her apple before promptly dropping it with a curse.

There, outside her window, she saw a pitch black void, swirling with hundreds of galaxies and millions of stars.

Melanie glanced at her fallen apple and then rubbed her eyes a couple of times. She looked out the window again. The foreign scenery did not change. The stars and nebulas lazily passed by her window, as if her townhome was drifting slowly through space. She gingerly touched her palm to the glass. It was freezing-cold to the touch, as expected. Was Melanie hallucinating? Had she finally watched too many episodes of Cosmos with Neil DeGrasse Tyson?

“What the fu--”

Melanie snapped back to reality with the sound of her creaking front door. She whirled around, took one look at the milky-white, big-eyed entity floating into her living room, and fainted.

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“And that's when I met the Ethereum,” Melanie Vasquez said from her chair in the conference hall, which was lined with rows of other empty chairs and tables.

“Who are you talking to?” Frank asked. The spaceship room was empty save for Frank and several other Ethereum floating in Melanie's vicinity. Frank was Melanie's “keeper” alien, so to speak. He, like the other Ethereum, had long, glowing eyes and an emerald-colored crystal stuck to the center of his forehead. To be honest, Melanie was not sure if he was a “he” or not.

“No one,” Melanie said, but glanced toward the fourth wall suspiciously.

She cleared her throat. “So what's the plan, Frank?”

“I told you, that is not my name,” Frank said.

The Ethereum were capable of speech, but it seemingly came from nowhere. They did not have mouths or any other orifices that the sound could reverberate from. The beings were nothing like Melanie had seen before. The closest equivalent to them that the human imagination could produce would be milky-colored and wispy ghosts with elongated, unsubstantial arm-limbs.

“We are having a meeting shortly,” Frank continued, floating closer to the human--or rather, the Terran, as denizens of their galaxy seemed to call her. “In exchange for political neutrality, my people must report our research findings to the Order whenever we cross Sky River.”

“Earth” was known as “Terra” in the Sky River Galaxy. As far as Melanie knew, the galaxy Terran scientists knew as Messier 31 was called “Sky River”, and her Milky Way galaxy was known as Silver River”. The Ethereum themselves hailed from the Andromeda galaxy, or “Gold River”, but since Sky River was more heavily populated by intelligent beings, they spent more time traveling there. The Ethereum were first and foremost knowledge-seekers that yearned to learn as much about the three galaxies they frequented as possible, and as such were a source of information for all the other species living in the galaxies...Except for the Terrans, of course. The Terran species as a whole was not yet mature enough for First Contact with extraterrestrial lifeforms. That didn't, however, stop the Ethereum from abducting one of them for research every couple of centuries or so, as their treaty with Sky River allowed. It was all very confusing, but Melanie tried her best to understand, even with her “limited Terran intelligence”.

The metal doors on the other side of the empty chamber parted mechanically. Various humanoid men and women in tailored, dark gray uniforms began to file in and take their seats opposite Melanie. It confused her a little to see so many beings resembling herself, but she knew she was the only Terran in Sky River. (According to Frank, anyway.) As human as these people seemed, they were not like Melanie at all.

The Ethereum had implanted nanomachines into Melanie's brain, lungs, and bowels—into her brain to translate Sky River's Galactic Standard language, into her lungs so she could endure Sky River ship and planet atmospheres, and into her bowels to automatically filter alien toxins and bacteria from her body. Without this technology, Melanie would have been unable to survive the conditions of Sky River. The differences in her biology were proof enough that she had little in common with the humanoids occupying the Order.

After the chairs in room had mostly been filled up with Order officials save for at one long, empty table, a procession of armored soldiers led one final pair of uniformed men into the room. Melanie, who was sipping water from a cup, spat a mouthful onto the artificial floor. She experienced war flashbacks to the fallen apple in her living room, three months ago when the world as she knew it had been turned upside down. She was now experiencing another such upheaval: the fact that she recognized one of the uniformed men.

He was none other than General Hux of the First Order--The First Order pictured in the latest Star Wars movie.

General Hux, a ginger, bonafide Space Nazi, seated himself at the farthermost table in the room, closest to the exit. A brown-haired man sat to his left, and a young black-haired woman to his right. Melanie could barely make out her pointed ears from this distance. Actually, based on her ears and the slant of her eyebrows, she resembled a Vulcan from the sci-fi television series Star Trek.

'I will call him Space Nazi, and she will be Secret Vulcan,' Melanie thought to herself.

Secret Vulcan stood up, calling attention to Hux's table by announcing, “we will begin now”, and returning to her seat.

General Hux regarded the sitting Terran sternly from the opposite side of the room. He did not stand, nor did he speak at all for a few moments. Finally, he said, “State your name.”

Melanie Vasquez decided, right then and there, that the Star Wars movie universe could never exist in reality, and as such, everything that she had experienced from her abduction up until now was an elaborate coma fantasy. She must have had a brain aneurysm while sleeping, or something like that, and her unconscious brain had invented an alternate world for her to reside in until she came to in the hospital. If she had died in her sleep, she reasoned, she would certainly not be here with General Hux.

Melanie threw any and all propriety she had out of the metaphorical window. If she was going to be stuck in the freaking Star Wars universe for now, then damn it, she would have some fun!

“The name's Melanie,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. “Melanie Vasquez, Terran extraordinaire! But you can call me 'Mel'. Oh, and I'm a chemical engineer, too.” She winked cheekily.

Frank the Ethereum would have gawked at her audacity, if he'd had a mouth to gawk with.

General Hux quirked an eyebrow at “Mel”, but he appeared unperturbed for the time being. “Secretary Revik, please continue.”

Secret Vulcan, also known as Secretary Revik, cleared her throat and resumed questioning Melanie.

“What is your current stage of biological development, Terran?”

“I am twenty-five years old, or I have been alive for twenty-five orbits of my planet around my solar system's sun...I supposed that's an arbitrary measure of time to y'all,” Melanie mused, “But I am considered a young adult, and I am about a quarter through my species' lifespan.”

“How would you rate your experience in Sky River?” the secretary asked. “Do you wish to return to your home world currently?”

“I don't know. I haven't been here that long. And not particularly,” Melanie admitted. She bounced her leg absentmindedly. “My parents were really annoying sometimes...Overprotective mom, grumpy dad... Parental units, amirite? I worked long hours as a scientist, and I didn't want to get married. I think that annoyed them. They wanted grandchildren, like, ASAP.”

Secretary Revik frowned. “What is...'ASAP'?”

General Hux waved his gloved hand impatiently. “Enough about her personal life. I wish to learn more about the planet Terra, and their military advancement.”

The secretary's cheeks flushed. “R-Right. Please, Ms. Vasquez, what sort of technological feats has your species accomplished thusfar? Have they achieved interstellar travel?”

Melanie snorted. “Um, no. We sent some astronauts to our planet's moon...And we have sent a lot of satellites and probes to other celestial bodies in the solar system...But that's literally it.” She eyed General Hux. “We can't blow up planets or stars yet. But, speaking as a Terran who specializes in fuels and chemical energy sources, we do have the means to blow each other up, which we do pretty often! We even have nuclear weapons capable of rendering our planet completely uninhabitable if we aren't careful. Pretty appalling, if you ask me!”

“Hmmm...” General Hux leaned forward on his elbows, resting his chin atop his folded hands. “It sounds as though Silver River is ripe for conquest.”

Melanie giggled. General Hux was certainly as creepy as she remembered, though. “Hold up, Space Nazi,” she teased, “Maybe my people can't do the star thing yet, but we could still rough you up a little! Plus, I have a kitty back home...So if you mess with him, I will mess with you, too!”

The man seated beside Hux leapt to his feet, slamming both palms of his hands hard on the surface of the table. “You impertinent child!! How dare you threaten our general?!!”

“Calm down, Lieutenant. She is already a captive. She hardly poses a threat to anyone. Besides...” Hux smirked. “Something tells me she is not combat-trained.”

“You are correct, sir!” Melanie chirped.

Suddenly, an armored soldier trotted over from the corner. He leaned over to Secretary Revik and whispered in her pointed ear. She sighed heavily.

“My apologies, General. I did not wish to interrupt your conference with the Terran, but it appears that there is a situation on the command deck that you alone can attend to.”

“Ah, well. If it cannot be helped.” General Hux stood slowly, clapping a hand on the Lieutenant's shoulder. “Captain Phasma should be up shortly, so I will leave her in charge of finishing the interrogation. See to it that you record the Terrans answers completely.”

“Yes, General.”

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Melanie breezed through the rest of her interview with Captain Phasma, who actually removed her helmet for its duration. After answering a variety of questions such as “is all of Terra united under a single government” and “does Terra have knowledge of life outside of their planet”, the meeting was finally adjourned. All of the First Order officials present, save Phasma and a few other armored soldiers, cleaned up their belongings and left the room.

Phasma moved to the front of the room, and addressed Frank directly. “We request that you and the other Ethereum join us in the mess hall for lunch,” she said. “Our Supreme Leader Snoke will want to you to introduce the Terran to his protege, Commander Ren. Afterwards, you are free to leave the vessel.”

Melanie grinned. “Commander Ren, you say?”

“Yes.” Phasma's blue eyes sparkled with mirth, though she remained complacent overall. “It will be interesting to see you both....interact.”

Frank exuded worry from every nonexistent pore. “Commander Ren is known for his short fuse. You must behave, Melanie.”

Melanie's grin widened further, if humanly possible. “Can't make any promises,” she said.

Kylo Ren was Melanie's absolute favorite Star Wars character, and she already had a plan brewing. Their first face-to-face meeting would assuredly be unforgettable, for all parties involved.