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[stellarhistoria]

#STELLARHISTORIA. // affiliated, mutuals only, semi selective. multi - muse, ship, verse, fandom. // main foci: luka, alexios, wolfwood.

welcome to my blog. i'll be the scribe, kouren. ( he / they / fae )

this blog features a ton of neat muses, such as wolf.wood from tri-max & tri-stamp, clo.ud strife from FFVII:R & FF:AC, and dot.tore from gen.shin imp.act. on the flipside of things, i also roleplay a ton of original characters, such as luka highwind, alexios ambrosi, and kairos serif. if anything here interests you, please check out the following listed pages.

[ rundown of rules will be beneath the cut. ]

rules & muse selection // credits // faceclaims used. // thread tracker. ask // memes // open starters // all tags used. // carrd.

I. introduction: 

hi hello i'm sure you know at least of my exploits in the past 8 or so years of being a roleplayer. i'm practically willing to bet you've heard of my various aliases (vrai, vixi, riley, lunos/lulu, ri, solaris/sol, so on and so forth)! nonetheless... i'm 22 years old, a part time artist and graphic designer, i have schizoaffective-bipolar and c-ptsd and add, and i have an associates of science that i have a physics major, astronomy minor in that allows me to make magic cohesive and yet so fucking bizarre~ share your thoughts with a fellow fantasy and horror nerd.

II. activity & exclusivity: 

first things first, my activity on any given week, let alone day, will be extremely sporadic and i will only be responding to what a) i have muse for and b) what my mood allows for. if i'm not responding to you, it's nothing against you. it's just where my head is at, at that moment. secondly, this is a mutuals only, affiliated, and selective multimuse multifandom blog, i have so many muses man...

III. affiliates: 

the people who have muses directly tied to this blog's characters and lore are: @stellafortunae, @zodiac--muses, @breathofcosmos, @pleiadeshalo, and @constellaeinfinitum. please go give them a follow if you find interest in their characters, i assure you that you won't regret it ♥

IV. fandom association: 

while i roleplay in a vast majority of fandoms, there is very very little that i want to do with most roleplay communities, as i have been unreasonably kicked out of at least two (one due to them finding out i was not 18 [not doing smut, but was writing horror], and the other kicked me out for playing an irredeemable villain for years). the only ones i want to associate with right now are TRIGUN & KINGDOM HEARTS.

V. triggers: 

if you have any you don't want to see on my blog, please, please let me know! i'm not a mind reader!!! i will tag it or if it's possible i will avoid it. as for myself, the biggest ones that illicit strong ptsd reactions out of me are romantic cheating threads or aus, sexual assault or noncon/dubcon threads or aus, the emergency room (real or otherwise), sacrificial knives (i know they're not real but my brain fucking panics and i'm sorry), and specifically familial manipulation (that i have not been warned about). you can tag this as "mordred dont look" if you'd like.

VI. general rp rules: 

the general sentiment goes as follows . . . one, no godmodding/powerplay (aka making my character do something, unless it's a very small or implied action they'd take). two, no rushing for replies, it's not cool. three, if you want to drop a thread, tell me, because i will also tell you if i find no more interest. four, if you want to not see me on your dash anymore, hard block me. i might accidentally refollow.

VII. specific mun rules: 

one of the biggest rules is while i am a shipping whore, please don't force a ship onto me. i love pre established threads, i love family ties, i love things that have implication, i love it. but don't force it. similarly, another big rule i have is that if you don't enjoy having a lil more than occasional ooc posts, and just want a mostly roleplay area, then i am sorry, but i can't help ya.

VIII. queue / staggering posts: 

another small thing but one i should mention, is that i use the queue rather religiously. if i am particularly excited about something i will respond right away, however most of my replies, as of now (8/26/2023), are going into the queue.

IX. blog birthday: 

i may have made this blog on an impulsive whim of mine, but i fucking love it now. this blog was made on january 10th, 2023. most of these muses are those i've had anywhere from 2010 - 2023. ♥

X. credits: 

please check this google document for all of the references i have used or made myself for each of my characters (being continuously updated).

[stillsolo]

NAME:  Han Sol.o NICKNAME:  captain, hanko ( shyriiwook ), scoundrel, scruffy-looking. GENDER:  cis male. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:  openly pansexual. PREFERRED PET NAMES:  w0w — n/a. RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  single / married  ( verse dependent ). FAVORITE CANON SHIP:  han / luke , han / lando  ( canon?  i think yes. ) FAVORITE NON-CANON SHIP:  bye OPINION ON TRUE LOVE:  No.  Until it happens to him, he won’t believe in it. OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT:  No.  However, he’d concede to the magic of second glances. HOW ‘ROMANTIC’ ARE THEY?:  frankly speaking, he isn’t very romantic, but he does try. IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS:  ... this is fairly difficult to answer when han...isn’t the sort of person who’s even looking for someone?  honestly, he just doesn’t care about appearances.  so long as they’re ‘humanoid’ and not shaped like...jabba—there could always be a chance. IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS:  ideally—honesty and loyalty mean a great deal to him.  adaptable and independent.  overall, he doesn’t necessarily seek these traits because he’s not...looking for anyone, but these traits do appeal to him.  socially aware, expressive, eloquent, and easy to read. UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS:  pleasedon’tlooklikejabba PLEASE. UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS:  controlling, needy, unethical, hypocrite, arrogant, narrow-minded, pretentious, irrational, manipulative, petulant, pessimistic. IDEAL DATE:  a place where they both can have fun. ( extremely verse-dependent ). DO THEY HAVE A TYPE?:  uh?  nothing too specific.  just someone who’s able to keep up with him, not only in witty banter but in combat as well.  someone exciting, with a lot of spirit!  no boring moments.  they must have their own sense of independence.  if they lean on him for most things, he’ll drop them shortly.  adaptable to his fast-paced life; your ‘ordinary citizen’ would either bore him or scare him.  if he does care for them but if they cannot adjust his lifestyle—and god only knows when / if he’ll settle down—he’d drop them for it. AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH:  n/a.  good luck trying to get him to even consider the label. PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY:  the list is endless: cuddling, kissing, hugging, holding one another, napping together.  unless he’s in love, he doesn’t often participate. COMMITMENT LEVEL:  han’s reputation has always been besmirched by rabid fans who hardly know the difference between fiction and reality.  i love harrison, but his playboy ways, back in 80′s, bled too much into han’s image.  once han falls for someone, he’s outstandingly loyal and exceptionally committed. OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION:  despite what people might assume, han is a very reserved man.  especially, post-ROTJ.  however, this is verse-dependent.  platonic show of affection is fine, but even for him, it’s very rare unless he’s with his kids. PAST RELATIONSHIPS?:  Uh.

tagged by:  @onlyhopc ♥ tagging:  @forceson @techniiciian @tatooinelight @blvderunnvr @chasiingfreedom @sithshadow @adarkpath @willnotfightyou  @rebelsouled @amidalc & whoever else!  tag me!

Your Seduction Style: The Coquette

You are a pro at playing the age old game of hard to get. Your flirting style runs hot and cold, giving just enough to keep them chasing you. Independent and self-sufficient, you don't need any one person to make you complete. And that independence is exactly what makes people pursue you.

tagged by: @vibraea  & @chasiingfreedom

BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO! (v) = verse dependent

bake a cake from scratch(v).  ride a horse.  drive a submarine.  speak a second language(v).  dance.  catch a fish.  play an instrument.  throw a punch.  build a deck.  ice skate.  unclog a drain.  program a computer.  change a flat tire.  fire a gun.  sew.  juggle.  play poker badly. paint.  fly a kite.  sculpt.  write poetry.  change a diaper.   sing.  shoot a bow & arrow.  ride a bike. swim.  sail a boat.  do a backflip.  play chess.  give cpr.  pitch a tent.  flirt.  stitch a wound(v).  read palms.  use chopsticks.  write in cursive / calligraphy.  use an electric drill.  braid hair.  make a campfire.  make a mixed drink.  do sudoku puzzles.  wrap a gift.  give a good massage.  jump-start a car.  roll their tongue.  magic tricks.  do yoga.  tie a tie(v). skip a rock.  shuffle a deck of cards.  read morse code.  pick a lock.

Tagged by: @forceson & @mcsterskywclker

[sethnakht]

tagged by the lovely @azalea-scroggs (forgive me for this incredibly late response)

Rules: choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better

Three fandoms:

Star Wars

Coco

Harry Potter, if only because it lends itself to this meme

The first character you loved:

Luke (in childhood) - mostly, I think, for his moments of Extra, such as: a) the choice to take death-by-abyss over Vader’s offer, b) his black outfit, with its aura of faux-mystery (the product of brooding over Vader, it seemed), c) the fact that he Force-chokes his way into Jabba’s palace d) and that his solution to killing the Rancor is to send a barbed gate into its windpipe, e) the showiness of his flying kick on Jabba’s barge, f) how he reaches for Vader’s hand not long after having chopped one of them off

Mamá Coco - the beauty and dignity of great age, all of the implied little acts of resistance she’s hinted at having taken throughout her lifetime, strewn throughout the house

Harry - I think what instantly endeared me to him is his resilience, what one might even call spite - the way his hair grows back after Petunia cuts it shorter than he wants, for instance, and then the sheer nerve, the cheekiness of some of his responses to adults - the constant presence of repressed or unacknowledged wells of emotion beneath the calm surface. I learned a lot about what I like in a narrator from him, because he’s highly observant but completely unreliable, often coming to realizations with great belatedness

The character you never expected to love so much:

Leia - I remember seeing ESB in theaters as a child and being inexplicably drawn to the shot of her watching the blast doors close, to her eyes - feeling a sense of such longing it almost hurt. But I didn’t like her romantic subplot and totally lost interest after her bikini scene. It took far sharper eyes than my own to realize just how complex she can be, and years to recognize in her grief, in her struggles, in her determination, in her resistance just what it was that had sparked that initial response

Imelda - she reminds me almost uncannily of my real Dominican grandmother, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to think about her too closely at the beginning. But she’s emerged to me as That Kind of Character I love to write about - headstrong, resentful, masked, walled on the outside; she’s open to many metaphorical readings as well. Cheech, Victoria, and Elena have also grown on me to a surprising degree

one of the great joys of Potter is that nearly every character has a remarkably skewed perspective. I kind of love the cast as a whole - from weirdos like Aberforth and Filch and the Lovegoods to the worst-ever purebloods to Lily and the Marauders - and over time have found the adults especially fun to think through, not least because of how settled-in-their-ways and batshit some of them have become

The character you relate to the most:

I’m going to rephrase this as “the character perspective you find most rewarding to write”, because that’s how I relate to characters --

Vader - because anger! and a journey! because he’s a sad but hilarious murderbot! have explained the fascination a bit here

Héctor - he’s a trickster, immensely changeable and fluid, and yet also caught in something of a traumatic loop, one both of his own making and not. He's in some way the character who can cross every boundary but the one he wants to cross, or rather who has to cross all kinds of boundaries, who keeps crossing boundaries despite being denied passage to the one place he wants to be by an apparatus that regards him as an outsider. There’s lots one can also do with him to think about class relations, about the history of the twentieth century, about time more generally (time in music, time in poetry), about language (he’s a poet). And on a psychological level, he’s got all the baggage I love: guilt, shame, persistence in desperation, a particular form of good-natured obliviousness that has a way of getting in the way of clear communication on his end and also of setting him up for betrayal

Snape - he’s a miserably depressed, endlessly spiteful, hopelessly guilt-ridden young teacher who can’t keep his anger or his tongue in check, is ridiculously partial to the sort of rich prat who helped ruin his life in the first place, is obsessed to the most obsessive degree with Harry and his parents, is probably on a whole bucketload of potions to get through the day, is physically a total mess, and gets to wield some of the most cutting sarcasm in the books - of course his perspective is a riot

The character you’d slap:

other than Anakin? or Padmé? probably Obi-Wan pre-ROTS. Which is not to say that I don’t love him (love his sass especially); more that there are things he does in TPM and AOTC that remind me too much of real people - of bad teachers I know. Much could have been avoided without his grudge in TPM, with a franker acknowledgement of the fact that his charge looked up to him as a father and not as a brother and was vulnerable to predation from those who could see the disconnect. The difference a sharper ear for tone ( “I do my best, Master”) might have made . . . not unlike Snape, he’s a poster-boy for bad teaching, and in a very different way from Snape, he’s arrogant and fairly privileged at the same time. That he’s never called out on his behavior until it’s far too late is harrowingly realistic

Ernesto - boy becomes a media star and yet has never heard of communication, apparently. if he’d simply asked Héctor to write him songs from home, the entire mess might have been avoided

Snape deserves to be in this category, but I think the character I’d want to actually slap is Draco Malfoy - just - i mean

Three favorite characters (in order of preference):

Vader, Leia, Ahsoka or Aphra

Héctor, Imelda, Coco

Snape, Harry, pretty much everyone but Voldemort and Draco

A character you liked at first but don’t anymore:

I still love Luke, so this isn’t quite the response being asked for, but I also don’t seek him out, don’t want to write about him. As a kid, I devoured pretty much every Luke-Vader story out there; now, when encountering Luke-Vader, I confess I struggle to muster interest if Leia (or Ahsoka, or some other female character) isn’t present

this movie hasn’t been out long enough for that, I think . . . 

Hermione is a character I adore still, but as with Luke, she’s no longer for me what she was as a child, when she was my role model - idk, I love a lot of the qualities in her that tend to be overlooked in fic, her brutality for instance, her more hidden impulses - how much she wants to belong, how much her marriage says about her structural needs and wants (love Ron, btw, another totally under-appreciated character). I think she’s super interesting, if not in her prescribed role as the know-it-all ex-machina. As the character used to always playing that role and under pressure to remain in that role, however, she’s fascinating

Three OTPs: 

Leia + Vader gen, of which there is not nearly enough in this world - Vader spends two films chasing / capturing her, Leia spends two films escaping / defying him, he doesn’t want her dead because she can lead him to things he wants, she absolutely wants him dead and is driven to lead by her hatred for him, they’re extreme versions of each other and understand each other extremely well as a result, possibly are even drawn to each other, if only to really hurt each other - you bet I want to see this dynamic further explored

Héctor/Imelda - guilt-fest, psychological drama ahoy, plus they’re musicians, connected through time and language

aside from the stuff I somehow avoid like the plague (H/G, Drarry, anything with Voldemort), I’d read pretty much anything with an interesting narrator. Rarepairs are where it’s at for me in Potter, tbh

I tag @glompcat, @marythegizka, @chancecraz, @songofthesstars, @force-scream, @cyberdyke-industries, @thewillowbends, @babycharmander, @lloronadeazulceleste, @pengychan

[comepraisetheinfanta]

first lines meme

I was tagged by @actuallylorelaigilmore ^_^

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories. see if there are any patterns. then tag your favorite authors. 

tagging these talented people: @missanthropicprinciple @victorianoir and any mutuals who write fanfic (I didn’t tag some of you b/c I know you’ve been tagged before but if you want to go ahead and have another go ^_~)

PUBLISHED FICS:

1. THREE DAVIDS

There are three Davids.

Two of them don’t exist anymore, not really.

-= The First=-

The first David is the one Toby and his sisters try their hardest to protect, the one that is impossibly bright and not yet able to fight his own battles.

He can be annoying sometimes, this little puppy, always nipping at Toby’s heels, always wanting Toby’s attention and approval. Toby’s long-suffering sighs fool absolutely no one; they all see how he patiently teaches this David all the things he’ll need to know in the years to come. 

2. THE GODS HAVE CONSPIRED - PROLOGUE

Washington, D.C.

January 2038

Inauguration Day

A long time ago a friend of mine (though there was nothing amicable about our relationship at the time) told me what sort of man it took to be President.

“The man in that job shouldn’t have to be presented with anything!” he bellowed at me. “It’s for someone who grabs it and holds on to it, for someone who thinks the gods have conspired to bring him to this place, that destiny demands of him this service!”

3. KEEPING HIM SAFE

“Why does it feel like this? I’ve seen shootings before.”

Brooklyn - Summer 1965

  Ten year-old Toby Ziegler had spent the afternoon playing baseball with his sister Judith and her friends. Now that Toby was ten and the rest of them were about to enter High School they didn’t often let him play with them, but today they had relented and they had played until the sun had gone down.

   The twenty boys (and Judith, the only girl) had gathered their things and had split up to head home, with five of the boys making their way back home with Judith and Toby because they all lived on the same street

  They weren’t far from their street when shots rang out.

4. THE WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT 

1966

Westport, CT

 Miriam Lyman heard the wooden floor behind her creak. She put her book aside and turned to look at the little boy she knew she would find, his walk and the sound it made was unmistakable. At five years old Joshua Lyman already swaggered; it was a walk befitting a child who was his family’s little prince, spoiled and adored by all.

  In his small hands there was a large leather bound book.

 "What have you got there, Joshua?“

  “It’s one of your scrapbooks, Nana,” he said, lifting the book higher in order to give his grandmother a better look.

5. WHILE NORMAN SLEPT

New York City

December 1995

  With a quick flick of the wrist, Joshua Lyman, Esq. tossed his subway token. And, with the impatience of a highly-strung racehorse, he waited to hear the click that always followed the sound of his token clattering against a metal surface, the click that told him that he could push the turnstile and dash full speed toward the subway train.

6. INKBLOTS

  Josh is having a difficult time staying connected to what is going on around him. He wants to be aware of his surroundings, to be able to call out for help. But all he can think about as sirens wail and red lights flash is how hard it is to breathe, how much his chest hurts, and how much the blood on the concrete looks like an inkblot.  

 His mind begins to wander through memories dulled by time, made hazier by the pain.

 Rorschach. It’s a funny name, like one of Joanie’s composers.

 Rorschach.

  -schach, like Bach.

7. AN INVITATION

Late May 1987

Westport, Connecticut

Rachel Abravanel felt her bed dip beneath her and she groaned.

“Buenos dias, Rahelica,” said the distinctly deep voice Rachel usually found comforting, but that today brought back memories of the rare days she hadn’t wanted to go to school and her father would have to coax her out of bed.

“Dad,” she whined without making a move to free herself from her cocoon of blankets.

Rachel’s father responded with a low chuckle.

8. IT’S QUIET UPTOWN

November 18, 1969

It was Noah Lyman’s first day back at work since his daughter’s death.

The firm had been extremely sympathetic, had told him to take as much time off as he needed. They’d promised to farm his cases out, everything would be taken care of.

His colleagues felt guilty despite Joanie’s death being no fault of theirs; Noah and Ada had been at a dinner party for the partners and their wives the night it happened after all. 

9. PROMISES

  Ryan Pierce speed-walked past desks, flipped through papers, and managed to avoid crashing into any of the support staff that zipped by.

  Ryan had news for the President-elect on the people they had been vetting for Senior Staff positions. The majority of them had worked for the campaign and had made it through a round of vetting for their campaign jobs so it hadn’t taken long to make sure there weren’t any skeletons deeper in the closets of people who were going to be working in the White House.

10. SHIVA IN THE WHITE HOUSE - Ryan

Washington D.C. - 2043

  Ryan Pierce rounded up the most trusted members of the Senior Staff and told them that their jobs were going to be a little harder for the next few days and that he expected them to rise to the occasion. There would be no setting of fires that would require the President to put out, they would make sure that the West Wing continued to run like a well-oiled machine. Ryan was willing to move heaven and earth to make sure nothing ended up on the President’s literal and figurative desk unless it absolutely needed to.

11. SHIVA IN THE WHITE HOUSE - Sam’s Revelation 

Maryland - 2043

Sam and Toby were sitting in a secluded corner of Andy’s backyard. He’d come directly to Andy’s from the airport with Ainsley. Sam’s two Secret Service agents were parked in front of the house and Ainsley was in the living room with CJ, Andy, and the rest of Toby’s family.

 Toby had known that there was something on his friend’s mind the moment he’d seen him so he dragged him outside and away from everyone else as fast as his old joints would allow, and had waited patiently for whatever it was that was eating away at Sam to come out.

 “I loved him,” Sam whispered, half to himself, as if the statement was more for Sam’s own benefit than Toby’s.

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WIPs:

I don’t really have any other published stuff (nothing I’m particularly keen to share) but I do have a my massive af WEST WING vignette collection The Gods Have Conspired currently in progress. The following are excerpts from the beginnings of vignettes I’m working on for that collection.

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12.

The Catskills   1966

Several heads turn when Felix appears by the pool. He’s wearing short teal swim trunks that show off his long lean legs, a towel that hangs from his neck obscures most of his chest but a small gleaming Star of David, which hangs from a gold chain is visible in its nest of sparse chest hair, catches peoples’ eyes and makes them wonder what the rest of his chest looks like and hope that he’ll toss the towel off soon. Felix cuts a handsome figure. He’s no strapping David hewn from marble but there is something of a classical handsomeness to him, the contrapposto pose he assumed as he took in his surroundings was certainly giving the girls at the pool ideas.

 13.

2060

  “So, what's it like being a Lyman?” the young bikini-clad woman asked Josh*.

  “Honestly? It's a pain in the ass.”

  “Oh,” his companion responded, not expecting that answer at all. “But like, everyone loves your family, you guys are like a huge deal.”

 “Yeah, but there are certain things Lymans are supposed to do. Like,  just about my entire family is in politics, you know? And that’s not what I want to do with my life. I mean fuck, my mom is an actress and even she’s really involved in political shit. My grandfather was president, my great-great-grandfather was president, so what, I wasn’t around for any of that so why the fuck should anyone expect me to be involved?”

[*This isn’t Josh Lyman DCoS to Bartlet and CoS to Santos, this is another Josh Lyman entirely ^_~]

14.

200?

“Joshua Lyman, you told me you hated cats!”

Josh cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.

“I do.”

“Well you didn’t always hate them,” she replied, waving the picture she had found in front of him. “What’s that you’ve got in your arms?”

Josh snatched the picture from Donna’s grasp.

“That’s Heifetz,” he said as he looked at his smiling five year old self cradling the grey cat like a baby, the cat looking almost indulgent and completely used to being handled by a rough-and-tumble little boy.

15.

2043

   “I never thought- that in my lifetime-”

  “Dad, don’t you dare jinx it or I will make you go outside turn around, spit, curse, and whatever else you are supposed to do, I don’t care how old you are. We’re not done yet, and you are already trying to jinx it.”

  “To have even gotten this far, _____.”

 “Well, leave it to the Jewish President to shake things up in Israel,” _____ said, after flashing his father a cocky grin that made him look like a teenager instead of a middle-aged man.

16.

“Bee. Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee,” Zach shouted.

  “No Zachary, it is To-by, can you say To-by?”

  “Bee!”

  “Just give up, Tobus. He’s gonna be calling you that even after you quit fighting it,” CJ said. “Isn’t that right little man?”

   “Jay!” Zach shouted, raising his arms up toward CJ, his way of asking to be picked up.

 “While you’re busy being a grump over the name ‘Bee’ I am going to embrace the name I’ve been given by my diminutive pal,” CJ said as she lifted Zach up on began bouncing him on her lap, much to his delight.

17.

 ______ ran his hands up his wife’s sides and rested his thumbs under her breasts.

  Annie suddenly went rigid on top of _______.

  “Oh my god, my grandparents had sex in this room.”

  “What?”

  “My grandparents, they had sex. In this room.”

  “Yeah, well I am sure they’ve changed the mattress and sheets since then, even if it is the same bed frame,” _______ said with his attempt at an innocent smile.

  “______ ______!” Annie shouted as she grabbed a pillow and hit her husband with it.

“Ow, Annie, you’re hitting the President of the United States!”

18.

Beginning of 4th year of Seaborn Administration

  Josh Lyman had run as fast as his body would allow from the security check-in desk to the office outside the Oval.

  “Ainsley?”

  “Hello, Josh. You alright there?”

  “Yeah, I just need to catch my breath.”

  Ainsley nodded.

  “He’s in the situation room right now,” Ainsley informed him.

  “D’you know what’s going on?”

  “I don’t know much, I just know what they’ve been reporting in the news.��

 “Which really isn’t much, is it?”

  “No.”

 There was very little the news was able to reveal at this point, the rioters were making it hard for any foreign correspondents to get close to the embassy.

19.

Germany 1945 Jakob tried to steady himself when he felt his legs begin to weaken and threatened to give way underneath him.

He felt his chest begin to tighten and he found himself forced to lean up against the wall. He had managed to get through so much in the last several weeks without letting his emotions get the better of him but he could no longer keep up the pretense that he wasn’t affected by what he saw. The city of his birth in ruins.

It was impossible for him not to be conflicted, his liberators had been left with no options, and so his beloved city had had to pay the price for the sins of its inhabitants; it had to become a shell of its former self, a daily reminder of his neighbors’ transgressions.

20.

2066

~“Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race”~

“They love you to the moon and back, you know,” Margaret says.

“Huh?”

“Your parents, Jonathan, Abbey Rose, the whole family. They love you.”

Josh doesn’t say anything, he decides to stare at the IV port taped to his hand.

She’s so nonchalant about it, just throws it out there while skipping a marble across a chinese checkers board.

-=-=-=-=–

Ok… so patterns… I use way too many commas, I often state the year (because I’m a history nerd through and through and I love to skip around to different times in my massive epics). I lowkey feel like Sophia from Golden Girls… “picture it: Sicily 1922″ hahahaha. I don’t seem to open with dialogue in my finished drafts but my WIPs usually open with dialogue. I’m too tired and lazy to keep looking for patterns ;-P

[long-liv-prairies]

Song Meme

｢ RULES: ｣ - post a song that reminds you of your muse and then tag people whose songs you want to see.

I was tagged by @idrelle-miocovani. I made a pretty long list of titles HERE the other day for @ma-sulevin, but I’ll put here lyrics for my OCs and pairs. :)

I’m going to put the answer below a cut because this is long!

Naomi Westerkamp - Satisfied in You (Psalm 42) by The Sing Team I like this song for Naomi because it is based on a psalm about hope and finding comfort in the midst of pain. Naomi often turns to her faith after coming to Thedas, and Psalm 42 is one of those passages that have helped her.

I have lost my appetite And a flood is welling up behind my eyes So I eat the tears I cry

And if that were not enough They know just the words to cut and tear and prod When they ask me "Whereʼs your God?"

Why are you downcast, oh my soul? Why so disturbed within me? I can remember when you showed your face to me As a deer pants for water, so my soul thirsts for you And when I survey Your splendor, You so faithfully renew Like a bed of rest for my fainting flesh

When Iʼm looking at the ground Itʼs an inbred feedback loop that drags me down So itʼs time to lift my brow And remember better days When I loved to worship you and learn your ways Singing sweetest songs of praise

Let my sighs give way to songs that sing about your faithfulness Let my pain reveal your glory as my only real rest Let my losses show me all I truly have is you

So when Iʼm drowning out at sea And all your breakers and your waves crash down on me Iʼll recall your safety scheme Youʼre the one who made the waves And your Son went out to suffer in my place And to show me that Iʼm safe

Why am I down? Why so disturbed? I am satisfied in you

James Westerkamp - Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons I just... can’t help but think of James when listening to this song. He’s prickly sometimes, and doesn’t get along with everyone, but he would do anything to protect the people he loves. And the verses just fit some of the fear and hopelessness he sometimes feels. He is not often very happy at his point.

I'm bleeding out Said if the last thing that I do Is to bring you down I'll bleed out for you So I bear my skin And I count my sins And I close my eyes And I take it in And I'm bleeding out I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

When the day has come But I've lost my way around And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground When the sky turns gray And everything is screaming I will reach inside Just to find my heart is beating

You tell me to hold on Oh you tell me to hold on But innocence is gone And what was right is wrong

'Cause I'm bleeding out Said if the last thing that I do Is to bring you down I'll bleed out for you So I bear my skin And I count my sins And I close my eyes And I take it in And I'm bleeding out I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

When the hour is nigh And hopelessness is sinking in And the wolves all cry To feel they're not worth hollering When your eyes are red And emptiness is all you know With the darkness fed I will be your scarecrow

You tell me to hold on Oh you tell me to hold on But innocence is gone And what was right is wrong

'Cause I'm bleeding out Said if the last thing that I do Is to bring you down I'll bleed out for you So I bear my skin And I count my sins And I close my eyes And I take it in And I'm bleeding out I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

Nassella Lavellan - I Never Told You by Colbie Caillat I wish I had a better song for Nassella, one that encompasses more of her entire journey. But I think this is a good song for what is coming in these last chapters...

I miss those blue eyes How you kiss me at night I miss the way we sleep

Like there's no sunrise Like the taste of your smile I miss the way we breathe

But I never told you What I should have said No, I never told you I just held it in

And now, I miss everything about you Can't believe that I still want you And after all the things we've been through I miss everything about you Without you, oh

I see your blue eyes Every time I close mine You make it hard to see Where I belong to When I'm not around you It's like I'm not with me

But I never told you What I should have said No, I never told you I just held it in

And now, I miss everything about you (still you're gone) Can't believe that I still want you (loving you I should have never walked away) And after all the things we've been through (I know it's never going to come again) I miss everything about you Without you

Naomi and James - Hey Brother by Avicii I don’t know, this song is just perfect for these two. It even has a sky falling down in the lyrics!

Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister! Know the water's sweet but blood is thicker Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Hey brother! Do you still believe in one another? Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call! What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you hang on! Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call! What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you hang on! Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Naomi and Cullen - Home by Phillip Phillips I think this song captures how these two have found love and strength in each other.

Hold on, to me as we go As we roll down this unfamiliar road And although this wave is stringing us along Just know you’re not alone 'Cause I’m going to make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear Don't pay no mind to the demons They fill you with fear The trouble it might drag you down If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone 'Cause I’m going to make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear Don't pay no mind to the demons They fill you with fear The trouble it might drag you down If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone 'Cause I’m going to make this place your home

James and Nassella - Collide by Howie Day I think I’ve hinted enough that this is where these two are heading ;)

The dawn is breaking A light shining through You're barely waking And I'm tangled up in you Yeah

I'm open, you're closed Where I follow, you'll go I worry I won't see your face Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes Even the wrong words seem to rhyme Out of the doubt that fills my mind I somehow find You and I collide

I'm quiet you know You make a first impression I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes Even the stars refuse to shine Out of the back you fall in time I somehow find You and I collide

Don't stop here I've lost my place I'm close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes Even the wrong words seem to rhyme Out of the doubt that fills your mind You finally find You and I collide

You finally find You and I collide You finally find You and I collide

Bonus! The song that inspired the fic’s title! Neither Angels, Nor Demons, Nor Powers by Timothy C. Takach Psalms 121:1 - Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Romans 8:38-39 - Revelation 7:17

And I believe. So I believe. I will lift my eyes to the hills. There, dost thou well believe, no storm should come To mar the stillness of that angel-home; There should thy slumbers be Weighed down with honey-dew, serenely blessed. And I believe. So I believe. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, neither angels, nor demons, nor powers, neither things present nor things to come, neither height nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God. I do believe. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.