#( ocm : lupa the fanged sword )

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⚔️ WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF? ⚔️

███ “LUPA” █████

winter and death

you’re known for your self-discipline and rigidity. although you may be perceived as cold and intimidating by those who don’t directly worship you, you’re actually quite fair and polite. your followers pray to you for a safe winter and peaceful death.

// Yeah, I could totally see this being accurate. Lupa is well-known amongst her team for her remarkable display of constant restraint and rigidity. This includes wearing a collar and muzzle when around other people to prevent any sort of unforeseen accident due to the nature of her existence. She regards herself not just as an animal, but a monster, and her greatest fear is hurting or even killing the people she cares about. She self-imposes isolation- she stays away from most of the others, preferring to watch over them from afar. Paired with generally apathetic demeanor, lack of sociability, and intimidating appearance, Lupa tends to come off as cold. In reality though, she’s very considerate and polite. She leans down so she doesn’t look so big and scary, speaks softly, and offers assistance when asked. Additionally, she takes very great care to spend time with Alice and help keep her safe. There’s a lot of mystery and tragedy that surrounds Lupa and her cold demeanor, so controlling the domains of winter and death would suit her well.

Tagged by: @dragetunge (thank youuu <333)

Tagging: @rathalascendant (Ratha :3c) @shamisenson @tacticalvalor (the 141) @fledermuse (Jane) @seeasunset @sithsjedi (Shi'al) and anyone else who feels up for it!

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Anonymous said: “📂“ -> For the S.W.O.R.D.S team (individual or as a whole, up to you!)

⚔️ Random Headcanon // ACCEPTING ⚔️

// all of the above actually - and none of them are useless❤️

S.W.O.R.D.S. - General

Following the failure of Project Nemesis and the escape of her test subjects, Zaccarian's operations put into question were oficially shut down. The end of Project Z also meant the destruction of all files and records related to the project. Well - almost. There were exactly two people who had full, unrestricted access to the original documentation. Those were Andromeda Zaccarian herself, and Margarita Alacan prior to her going AWOL. All other copies, database archives, and backups of the project ever existing were deleted following the Project's formal shutdown. For the sake of the team (and at the request of Lupa), Margarita has withheld all information on the project, including the real names of all of the members. To date, none of the original S.W.O.R.D.S. know their real names, birthdays, or any other information about themselves prior to becoming child test subjects for Zaccarian's Project Z.

CAPTAIN CONRAD CURTIS

// Unlike the rest of the team, Conrad Curtis was infected with the Z-Virus long after the rest of his team. He wasn't part of the initial project, but was infected in a follow-up rescue mission after Zaccarian had kidnapped the S.W.O.R.D.S. again. While captured, he was exposed to a more advanced and more stabilized version of the virus. His mutations are the result of a combination of gator and gorilla DNA. He's unlike the others solely because he has full control over his mutations and does not suffer the negative effects of genetic alteration from the virus. This is just a longwinded way of saying that the team playfully refers to him as Kongzilla.

DOCTOR MARGARITA ALACAN

Like Conrad, Margarita is infected by the virus later on in the timeline after being capture by Zaccarian trying to reclaim the S.W.O.R.D.S. and revive her long-dead project. Her variation of the virus is also stable and without side-effects due to purification and perfections made over time. Her genetic makeup is re-engineered and mixed with that of a Japanese Sable and Megachiroptera Bat. Following the recovery period after their escape from capture, Margarita develops the habit of making a lot of random, cute noises. She often finds ways of working while hanging upside down and develops a new fascination and comfort with climbing up into high places to relax.

OFFENSIVE SPECIALIST LUPA

Lupa's mutations from the Z-Virus gave her the genetic makeup, habits, and physical characteristics of a wolf. As a result of this (and some instances that occurred when she was still a test subject) she wears a muzzle and refuses to eat meat. She also refuses to allow herself to bite people in case it triggers her natural instinct to devour them. But one big exception she allows herself in terms of animal products is bones. Lupa loves gnawing on bones for hours on end. Especially if it's stewed because she loves to scrape out the marrow inside and chew on the cartilage that stays stuck on the edges and ends of the bones. Often times, if she's too busy to chew on a bone she will bury it/hide it to dig up and gnaw on later as a treat to herself. It's one of the few pleasures she allows for herself.

ENGAGEMENT SPECIALIST BUFFY

Buffy was one of the most affected, and yet most resilient members of S.W.O.R.D.S, during her time as a subject. Her repeated recovery from various exposures led to her becoming one of the most promising subjects with nearly five different types of DNA being integrated into her cells: rabbit, kangaroo, aardvark, porcupine, and Plant 43. The combination of both animal and plant DNA integrated into her native genome means that Buffy has a very special connection with plants. She can make them bloom, she can make them grow, and she can control plants to obey her whims and make them appear to act on their own. During the active period of her team, the ability was mostly used to attack and defend by disarming enemies and strangling them with vines. These days, Buffy uses the ability to spur on the growth of their garden plants so that her team has something to eat. The amount of blooms that also grow all over her body means that Buffy is routinely covered by bees and butterflies while she naps.

RECON & INFILTRATION SPECIALIST STAR

Being one of the most heavily affected by her Z-virus infection, many of Star's critical organs and accessory limbs are supported by integrated cybernetic systems that help keep her alive and functional. To some, it sounds like a grim fate. To be kept alive by machine parts and hand-made software. To Star however, it's just fine. Her upgrades mean that she is able to modify and update her body to do whatever she needs it to. She can suppress pain detected by her nervous system, react faster than any fully organic being can, and further enhance the abilities of her mutated form to be a perfect infiltration and stealth specialist. Having to take care of her cybernetics mean that Star also has a high interest in mechanics and software in all sorts of other fields too. Phones, computers, servers, hacking, code-writing, programming, design and digital art - you name it, she has a claw in it.

HEAVY DEFENSE SPECIALIST JUDE

Jude's mutations include a bear form with several additional mouths, including those on his neck, back, and abdomen. His saliva includes a powerful acidic enzyme with a strength that compares to the hydrochloric acid of his stomach. His tongues are their own prehensile limbs that can grab and drag targets into his maws to be devoured. While he does have control over when the digestive enzyme is released, naturally, the lingering product of these acidic glands can cause him some discomfort. To alleviate this, Jude makes himself large logs of alkaline or calcium carbonate-based snack chews in order to nullify the effects of the acid in his mouths. Additionally, if one is feeling brave enough, he will allow them to play with the tongues of his mouths. They're quite friendly and playful, and they mostly smell like mint. All one really has to do is get over the slimy texture.

SCOUTING & WATCH SPECIALIST RAY

Ray's mutation feature hyperactive bone growth as a result of his amplified cervid DNA. While the shape of his antlers may start off and progress in the shape of a moose's, the rapid growth will eventually have them looking more like overgrown white-tail antlers with multiple main columns and tines. After the velvet on his antlers sheds and they've hardened up, they'll often be very heavy and cumbersome. While Ray prides himself on taking care of his antlers, there comes a point each year where trimming and grinding them down is not enough. He has to clip them off entirely. For a while, he sulks. But once they start growing it again normally, he'll perk right up and go back to grooming himself as meticulously and as dutifully as he always does.

SUPPORT SPECIALIST MARIANA

Mariana's neck and rib gills give her the ability to breathe underwater. Paired with how thick and insulated she is, cold water doesn't post a problem for her. Likewise, Mariana feels more at home in the water anyway. She tends to a coral reef and large field of undersea plants that she uses to make medicines and salves for her team. These underwater paradises attract sea life, including fish that she feeds and feeds on. Her most well-kept secret it an underwater home made within the coral of her reef. She has a comfortable bed, and air pocket, and many chests and storage units where she keeps things like rocks, stones, shells, plants, and other treasures and trinkets she's collected over the years. If nowhere else in the world feels safe, that little coral house always will.

LITTLE ALICE

Alice is the youngest member of the S.W.O.R.D.S. at just six years old. Rescued during one of the later raids of Zaccarian's facility, which was still operating in secret, Alice was one of the first children to be born with an innate Z-virus infection. Her infection was, like Conrad and Margarita's, stable and perfected. Her genetic mutation contained samples of all the existing species in Zaccarian's existing database. As a result, it's predicted that Alice can take on the mutated shape and abilities of any number of species. For the time being, her transformations are largely guided by emotions and take on the small, baby versions of the species she mimics. She has little to no control over any of her abilities, and not many of them are well-defined. She's doted on by all of the members of S.W.O.R.D.S. like their own child. And while one day she may choose to follow in their footsteps and become an agent, for now, Alice enjoys the comfort and delight of having the childhood that the rest of her family never got to have.

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@tacticalvalor said: The way your faces are so close to each other’s, and you’re not sure if anyone’s going to make the move -> soap and lupa

⚔️ Those Seconds Before The Kiss Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️

She's not used to anyone being this close. Aside from her siblings and Alacan. The idea that anyone would want to be this close is something she can't fathom. For so long, Lupa had regarded herself with the same labels and warning signs that her captors always had. A danger. A monster. An apex predator. A tool designed to murder and maim. A killing machine developed only to know and exhibit bloodlust. Even as a child, she knew the look of fear in the scientists' eyes and what it meant. As she grew older, she swallowed down that desire to be loved and accepted, to know a gentle touch. She buried it below the ocean of pain that seemed to fill her, only growing more infinite each and every time she looked in a mirror and saw what they did.

The monster they had made out of her.

But Johnny didn't look at her like that. At first, it didn't bother her or confuse her. He was new here after all. He hadn't learned who she was or where she came from. He didn't know what she was. She figured that, eventually, he come to realize the danger he was in with her around and learn to be afraid of her like everyone else. That was always how it went. His innocent curiosity and desire to be close to her would wane once he saw her claws and her teeth in action, or saw her eyes glowing in the dark, or heard her ravenous snarling. It was why she never let him get too close. She didn't want to hurt him, and she didn't want to be hurt by him leaving.

And he couldn't leave her if he never got close enough to give her hope.

But his curiosity did not wane. Rather, it only seemed to grow stronger. And Soap only grew more persistent. He admired the shape of her form slinking about. The way she curled up like a dog on the floor to nap. The way she sniffed at her food before eating it. The way her claws gently curled around anything she picked up and the way she leaned down so others didn't feel so intimidated around her. He saw her for what she really was - what she'd yearned to be seen as. A gentle, loving person. And it was that part of her that stole his heart. He yearned to know her gentle touch. And he so desperately wanted to show her love and loyalty and companionship. It drove him to come closer and closer - closer than anyone else had gotten to her before.

Close enough that his lips hovered just a few desperate inches away from hers. Close enough to feel her soft, warm breaths ghosting over his facial hair and send goosebumps rising up all over his flesh. For the longest moment, they hung there. Just two people trying to navigate their feelings without admitting anything at all. Unsure of who would move to break the spell first. Lupa had never been good at initiating anything but conflict, instilling fear in enemies and bringing order to her allies. But Soap? Soap wouldn't know hesitation if it was shoved up his ass.

And without a second though, he closed the gap. He didn't mind her fangs pressing into his lips, or the feeling of her tongue awkwardly pressing against his, or the low growl-like purr that rumbled out of her. He didn't mind that she was clueless on what to do. He just recognized that she was trying her best to reciprocate. And that was enough to make his heart explode in his chest as he leaned in further to deepen their first "kiss."

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// decided to do a general update to the SWORDS and their concepts

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// Redid the icons for the SWORDS ❤️

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A Reunion - Soap and Lupa

⚔️ For @tacticalvalor ⚔️

The distant blip of an incoming ship on the radar in their makeshift control room draws up a collection of eyes and ears. The acts of daily life, mundane and simple but necessary, grind to a halt at the announcement.

Incoming arrival.

It is not just expected. It is hoped for. A stampede of bodies rushes out of the docking bay to the landing platform, watching with bated breath as the familiar shape of the starship touches down on the painted concrete. The aft ramp lowers and from the cold steam of the bright interior emerges a collection of shadows. Soldiers coming home from another successful mission in this seemingly never-ending war.

In the home crowd, Lupa stalks back and forth. A subtle sign of her impatience. Head tilts back as she peers over the others, nostrils flaring desperately in an attempt to catch a familiar scent. No sooner does she find it than her eyes fall upon the familiar shape of Soap. She does not wait. Her feet moved in time with a cacophony of others scampering across the small distance to be reunited with their partners. Soap is almost knocked to the ground by the shape that overwhelms him. All at once, her nose and her tongue are in his face, nuzzling at him and slathering him in warm affection as her tail wags.

“Johnny…” her voice is as soft as ever, breathing his name in a whisper like it’s a prayer. He drops his duffel back to bring both hand up to her head where they comb through her hair.

“Lupa, my darling,” his Scottish accent is thick around his words, and so sweet to her ears that they fall back in adoration. Golden eyes focus on him with dilated pupils before she returns to nuzzling him with a fervent excitement that makes him laugh. “God, you are a sight for sore eyes, you are.”

His praise makes her tail swing back and forth faster and she presses her face to his neck, breathing in his familiar smokey, woodsy scent accented with gunpowder and grit. A low rumbling sound somewhere between a growl and a purr escapes her and she breathes his name again.

“Johnny…”

“I know, love. I’ve missed you too.” He hums, grasping her cheeks in his hands and drawing her back to rest his forehead against hers. His gaze meets hers, all warm adoration and understanding. As talkative as he is, he knows that she isn’t, and he’s learned that sometimes no amount of words can convey a moment’s feelings. So he lets the quiet linger, and lets it say more than either of them ever could, opting to just savor the sensation of peace that washes over them now that they are together again.

For as much as it pains them to be apart, there is an unmistakable joy in every reunion.

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@tacticalvalor said: i don't know that i'd use those words exactly but... uh. from a certain angle, yes. -> soap and lupa

⚔️ Roman Holiday Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️

Slowly, Lupa raised a brow. She didn't seem quite as amused with Soap's antics as he did. He called it a fun and experimental demonstration of field explosives in a completely controlled environment. Lupa described it as throwing a bomb into the middle of the Tatooine desert and detonating it to see what would happen. And what happened was that they had woken up something sleeping under the sand which she promptly had to wrangle and tear the head off of so that it would avoid hurting Johnny. She'd sustained quite a nasty set of scratches and bites from the creature, each of which was weeping rather heavily.

Suffice to say, she was not amused. And despite Johnny's best efforts to assist with her injuries, she seemed just the slightest bit too miffed to stay close to him for very long.

"I'll be in the infirmary." She muttered, limping her way back inside to make her way to the small clinic downstairs and leave Johnny to ponder on what he had done.

Across the room, Ghost's shoulders shook with a silent laugh of amusement at the look of dejection on Johnny's reddened face. Beside him, Mariana offered a small, comforting smile that said you tried. His attempts to try and impress Lupa had been thus far lacking in the response he wanted to get from her. This was yet another blow to his ego it seemed. Instead of getting her attention with his bold display of knowledge and prowess with weapons, he'd ended up unintentionally injuring her.

Fucking hell, this whole romance thing was hard...

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@tacticalvalor said: This was, quite easily, Simon's least favorite time of year. Whilst the rest of Task Force 141 found themselves enthralled by the holiday festivities, Simon simply preferred to be left out of it. He had his reasons, which not many aside from Price really knew. He never found the need to justify himself; to dig up the traumas of his family's loss and his own torture to excuse his lack of enthusiasm.

Yet even still, he found himself focused on finding Lupa something. To find a gift for her, even if it happened to be something simple. He felt he'd owed that much to her.

And he followed through on the notion, approaching their mutual corner of the lounge area with a vibrantly decorated bag in his hands. He'd told the clerk to do without the gift wrapping, but it'd been second nature to include it. After all, he wasn't the only one in the shops finding something last-minute. Ah well, maybe she'd like it. He'd hoped she would, fancy wrapping or not. Quietly, as usual, Simon sat himself beside his slumbering partner. Leaned down to set the bag before her, allowing the fold to crinkle and draw her attention.

"Found somethin' that made me think of ya." His voice was lower. Shy, especially as Lupa found the plush blanket inside. It was fairly boring in appearance, but the material was fur-like. Comfortably soft, yet not fragile. And it'd already smelled like him, like his clothes.

He wouldn't admit it, but he'd absolutely given it a proper snuggle prior to presenting it.

⚔️ Random Asks : Festive Edition // ALWAYS ACCEPTING! ⚔️

By now she’s mastered the art of sleeping through the noise. The sound of bells jingling, chattering voices, and music pounding from the speakers is muffled and muted enough from where she lays on a couch in the corner of the repurposed warehouse space to find just enough peace to rest. It’s not a proper slumber. Merely twilighting; riding the line between conscious and unconscious as the clinking of glasses and laughter erupts all around her. Yet even still, she can ignore most of it.

What does make her ears perk up and draws her lashes do flutter is the sound of approaching footsteps. She doesn’t need to open her eyes truthfully - she smells him before she sees him. Ghost. Her Ghost. She yawns and stretches a bit, offering a small smile. She doesn’t say much. She rarely does, even with him. But he can hear her sweet whispers in his mind and know what she wants to say even without the words. There you are. What’s up?

"Found somethin' that made me think of ya."

Her gaze flickers to the gift bag, then up to his eyes again. Curiosity turns to surprise quickly as he presents the gift to her with a pleasant crinkling noise. She smiles a bit, leaning forward to sniff at it before moving to rolls over so she can gather it up in her large hands. It smells familiar. It smells like him. That gets her tail to start wagging with delight as she carefully begins to tear away the wrapping. What she finds stuns her. It’s an elegant fur blanket, soft and durable. Perfect for the winter season. It’s huge too, easily able to wrap around her three or maybe even four times. And it smells heavenly to boot. The scent of sandy soil, sweet Kentucky bourbon, leather, and his natural musk permeated the fibers of the blanket in the most wondrous way. Lupa couldn’t help but bury her face into it and take in a deep breath.

It was perfect.

She looked back up at him and nodded with a huge grin. After a moment, she shifted so he could lay beneath her, for she knew that he took such a great comfort in the feeling of her warm weight laying so protectively over him. And just as he got comfortable, she moved to throw the blanket over both of them for an added layer of warmth. She listened to his heart’s steady beat with a head laid on his chest, heard his sigh of delight as his arms fell over her back. Felt him slowly unwind and relax beneath her. Feeling him ease into the warm comfort of her and the blanket, letting the rest of the world slip away, Lupa couldn’t help but beam and lean up to press the briefest of kisses to his jaw. Simon shivered, peering down at her with big, lovestruck eyes that only grew as she finally spoke.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Merry Christmas, my sweet Simon.”