#Caelus is a pushing type through and through

[astrxlfinale]

"We don't have to stay up if you're too tired you know! I can catch the newest episode later if you'd rather go to sleep," Guinaifen hums as she reaches out to Caelus so arms can drape around his frame.

As much as she enjoys watching shows with the trailblazer, she also knows that they live vastly different lives and that there will be other demands out that that go beyond the mundane occurrences of their shared life. That, despite what one might think, doesn't bother Guinaifen. She knows, and she acknowledged the position of the lover of a nameless long, long ago. What matters to her is that they remain a part of one other's time as long as they have and can. Who knows when the stars might call on either one or when life will prove extra demanding. For now, she'll settle for this, the frame of Caelus against hers as hands settle on his shoulders in gentle, but firm, rubs.

The least she can do for the tired trailblazer is to offer some remedy for sore shoulders, a tender kiss provided on top of pale locks.

"We can probably just crash here on the couch," she muttered in between kisses, thumbs digging a little deeper against his muscles. Who even knew of all the things he had encountered in such short time. "Unless you want me to carry you to bed? I could do that~"

Naturally she would catch on. The days passing by have been both a waking dream, and a torrent of roaming through his course of exhaustion. Even now those unknown muscles were still giving a buzz of distaste to the fact he enjoyed the act of moving forward. The slow spins of time were always a reprieve he'd drink in eagerly, allowing those weary yet recovering muscles to receive their dues. It'd be within a loving embrace and a flash of coral that he finds such peace, that his body instinctively leans into that very security.

"Firekiss.. I owe ya." He doesn't, he know he doesn't by her terms. Just getting those words drawn felt like his very Caelus way of expression gratitude. That grace of her fair lips would never fail in igniting a smile, big and small to settle as he'd get lost in the magic of her hands. There was a lethal accuracy in how she lets them roam, strategically drawing focus to knots or tense areas before letting affection melt them away. His note of appreciative groans would be an undeniable sign that her foes were actively being vanquished.

"I'm gonna have to take ya up on that offer." For a change, he didn't beat around the bush or even tried to spruce the fun in their conversation. At the end of the day, she was just right and the tugging urge to let his body float about in the stillness of rest was tempting. Too tempting. To no one's surprise, the act in itself of going to sleep these past weeks hadn't been easy. Some stubborn, errant part of his brain felt compelled that to rest is to throw himself back into that Aeonic pool of oblivion.

Ena's dream was crushed, Ena THEMSELVES driven back to the rhythm of The Harmony.

Victory just didn't always bring a gratifying grail known as peace of mind.

In Caelus's opinion? The lack of a proper doubt slaying punch to the face was definitely the reason that Dominicus still crawled about in his dreams.

In the end, it'd be the arms and busied hands of his sweetheart that intends to do her part. Rather than be a pit of reassurances, the decision to let her support carry him was better, proper even. More of his weight would lean into those hands as his head lulled against the toned frame of her shoulder. Those equally weary arms would find themselves looping around her waist, savoring the welcomed warmth and the mere reality of just squeezing her closer to him.

A little longer, just a little longer would that lively impulse to explore his favorite series would have to wait. "Been.. Waitin to see if that theory was true for weeks." Comes a shaky moment of emphasis, hints of a grin draws across her shoulder where the fanning of his soft breathes built up. While the call of unconsciousness crests closer upon mental shores, that last playful insinuation managed to hook in before more elements begin to drift away as those eyes close.

"Only.. Ya get up.. Yourself.." Sleep for sleep and not any wild dreams felt too damn good.

Familiar paths were also very good for the Trailblazer.

@avaere

[hello-xiao]

cold mornings ᯓ 🌫️

featuring.. aventurine. veritas ratio. caelus. dan heng (il).

cold mornings with your favorite characters.

part one.

tags/warnings!! not proof read! pure fluff. established relationship (aventurine, dr. ratio, dan heng (il)). post-penacony (aventurine). you can imagine whether dr. ratio leans up or down on his part. spoilers for character story (dr.ratio). dr. ratio and reader lives in a house together. fwb (not.. those types of benefits) (caelus). post-xianzhou luofu (dan heng il). dan heng hates hates the thought of being "one" with dan feng. gender neutral reader.

authors note!! hiiiii, this was a work in early may which i never actually did hehe.. if you couldn't already tell, english is not my first language so forgive me if it looks messy/unintelligible because most definitely i forgot words and i couldn't even search them up because i didn't know how to explain them..

rating: thirteen ++

Aventurine ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Aventurine laid on the bed, his arm slung around your waist as he breathed in your scent. It was a quiet, cold morning, the shuffling of the bed sheets, the soft sound emitting from the humidifier and soft breathing being the only noises heard throughout the room.

The soft smell of hydrangea and citrus filled the room as Aventurine let out a small groan, he blinked open his eyes, letting out a yawn as he looked down at you, your head resting on his chest, he couldn't help but smile and mess with your hair.

He couldn't help but notice the room was a tad bit chilly, "Oh? Are you cold, Pilea?" "Oh, pray tell, how could you tell?"

He chuckled as he cuddled into you. "Now now, come, I'll warm you up." You couldn't help but smile as you held him close to you, letting a soft sigh leave your lips. You ran a hand through his hair. "Aven.." You could tell he was close to falling asleep. It had been a long month for him, he had just returned from Penacony. He didn't seem to want to talk about anything that happened, and you were just glad he was back in your arms.

Your hand rested on his head, gently running your hand through his hair as you rested your cheek atop his head, his head resting on your chest. "Sleep well, Aven.."

Veritas Ratio ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

You awoke in bed, all alone. Which was the usual in your shared home. After all, Veritas often awoke early, often leaving you alone in bed whilst he was in another room, either reading or researching.

You got out of the bed, grabbing the blanket off the bed and wrapping it around you as your feet met with the cold ground. You moved around before opening the door to his studies and taking a peek inside.

"Veri?" You smiled as you walked inside, finding him buried in his work. Papers worth of years of research surrounding him as his gaze moved to look at you. "Morning, dearest." He greeted you, before his attention moved back to his papers.

He pushed the chair back a little, giving you access to sit on his lap and rest your head on his chest. You noticed his glum expression, you were unsure if he wanted to talk about it. "Veri? Is something.. Wrong?" A silence filled the gap, he let out a grim sigh before a small self-depricating laugh followed.

He simply smiled at you - something rarely seen on the man's expression, yet here it was. He leaned to bury his face into the crook of your neck. "Everything.. Is fine." With pursed lips, you bregudingly accepted that answer, knowing full well he wouldn't say any more than that. But as your eyes made way to his research, you saw it. "--test-firing of the anti-planetary weapon was a success."

Yes.. Perhaps it was better not to push him to answer.

Caelus ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

It was an early morning on the express. You sat on the lush red couch as you watched the conductor sweep the floors. It wasn't shocking that it was practically freezing on the express. Your hands were wrapped around a mug filled with hot tea, blowing on your drink just lightly as you took small sips, careful not to burn your tongue.

You looked over at the door as Caelus comes out, he stretched his arms, you could only chuckle, feeling a bit bad for him as he had just returned from his adventure in the Xianzhou. From what you could tell, from the rambling of March 7th.. You were lucky to not have joined them.

You watched as he sat down next to you, sighing as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Tired?" He only nodded, wrapping his arms around you.

"Want a drink?" You wanted to laugh, he truly was no different than a raccoon, not to say it was bad. It was adorable. "No." His answer was short but quick.

You allowed him to rest his head on your shoulder as you placed the cup down onto the table. This was nice. Mornings like these.. Were always ones you look forward to.

Dan Heng (IL) ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Dan Heng looked at the data bank, looking at what needed more editing and which didn't. He was lost in thought when he continued working, his eyes flicking back and forth to multiple different datas.

When he suddenly thought back to the events prior of returning to the express after their adventure in the Xianzhou. How much he was reminded of him. Dan Feng might be Dan Heng. But Dan Heng will never be him. But, in the same time.. Nothing could ever be his, could it? For Dan Feng haunted him, and probably, always will.

He wasn't fully paying attention to his surroundings when he let out a surprised noise at the sudden tug on his tail.

He turned around, only to find you, your arms wrapped around his tail. "Did I scare you?" You chuckled as he let out a sigh of relief. "[Name].. No. Just surprised." He smiled a bit.

"It's quite cold.. Aren't you usually in bed at this hour?" It was true, whether you choose to sleep-in or too cold to leave the comforts of your bed.

"Yeahhhhhh, but.." You rested your cheek on his tail, your fingers gliding across his scales as red hued his cheeks, a chill running up his spine at the sensation. "I decided to get up a bit earlier.." You smiled. "To see.. You."

Dan Heng looked away, his cheeks hueing red as he covered his face, clearing his throat as he glanced back at you. "I.. See."

You got up and stretched your arms. "It's so cold.." Dan Heng nodded his head, agreeing with you as he paid attention towards the data bank. "You don't mind me using your tail to help heat me up, right?" You grinned, hugging his tail, it was a comfortable pillow.

"No.. Feel free to use my tail as you please.."

And.. Just in this moment, Dan Heng couldn't help but smile. Nothing in the world belongs to him, for it belonged to Dan Feng. But you? In this moment.. Your love was his. Not Dan Feng's. But Dan Heng's.

[r3linx]

Big men, who you swear you could beat in a fight but in reality it wouldn’t take an ounce of strength from him to completely crumble you to pieces whenever he wants. His big and beefy body being able to crush your bones under a few seconds. Taking action and simply folding you under them whenever he hears your statement of you being way stronger than him. Palms bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, comparing yours to his, your fingertips reaching just about past his second knuckles, him holding your wrists together above your head, knees next to you on both side of you as his weight pushed you further and further into the mattress and not being able to get out of his grasp no matter how much you’re tossing around; or scooping you up and throwing you around anytime and everywhere he wants. And don’t even get started on the oh but i’m bigger body type. These men literally does not give a flying fuck about it, he will do it anyways.

Big and soft men, who would never hurt you from their will since causing hurt to you in any form or shape could make him lose his mind. Also protecting you from everything that means a possible danger to you, showing no mercy to anyone who in fact isn’t you. And when it comes to times when you get hurt and the cause is indeed him, he internally eats himself up from the inside about how could he been so thoughtless when he promised to himself all he will give to you is pure love and affection. It takes a few caresses on his cheeks and a couple of kisses and he’s already melted in your arms, only focusing on you and the thought of beating himself up is completely forgotten.

Big, soft and mean men, who could tease you all night, ‘till dawn, because what could you do? Punch him? Yes, you could try but we all know it’s nothing against him. So you just patiently wait there, looking pretty, while they’re mercilessly play games with you. These men can also rail you until you basically and literally see stars, going at a relentless pace without faltering the hold they have on you. Nails bruising your hips, thighs and waist every single time you’re together and by now you just learned to handle it in silence. You did try to warn him about it and they learned from it for brief 5 minutes at max, then lust covered their vision once again and got back to his usual behavior, we could say that he almost snapped his hips against you even more greedily this time. But even then, they don’t do this out of will… most of the times..

And it gets even ‘worse’ when your pretty fingers doesn’t even reach around his girth, struggling there with both of your hands, sitting between his muscled thighs and choking you with every inch you take further into your mouth. Him fucking into your mouth, not giving you any breaks or time to collect yourself, he doesn’t bother to stop himself and by the time, he’s the one who guides your head up and down on him. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to spill. Oh how much he loves to see your face contorted like this, your cheeks flushed deep red and lips swollen. It could be almost enough to make him come just from that sight, feeling him twitch in your mouth and in response a muffled moan escaped your throat, sending vibrations through his body, up his spine, making him throw his head back immediately. His palms almost stuck in your hair, gripping and pulling on your well-cared locks like his life depended on it but you just couldn’t feel it from the ache of your jaw, the pain was stronger and by the time he could finish, all your nerves went numb.

So in conclusion, was he stronger than you? Yes. And will you ever admit it? Well, probably no. ♡

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AND ALL YOUR FAVS! ♡♡

[trailblczed]

It wasn't uncommon for Caelus to miss his friends- he's often told that he a sort of separation anxiety by a few of the medical staff he's seen on the occasion (Natasha and Joanne from Herta's Space Station being the only two recurring Doctors he's willing to see due to obvious reasons). So it should surprise no one that after about a month has past since the end of Penacony's Charmony Festival, that as Caelus scrolls through his phone's chat records and sees a name of someone he hasn't seen since then, the nerves push him hastily forward into typing out a few dozen messages to send.

Caelus just hopes that his texting won't inevitably be in vain- though deep down he knows the chance of actually getting a response is highly unlikely, a small part whispers to himself that he just has to be patient and wait (not matter how hard a task that is for his wild self).

@octoboltflash

[scarletwritesshit]

🪞 Caelus x Mirror Caelus 🪞 It's Not Narcissim If Your Reflective Self Is Really Good At Flirting

Guinaifen...

Guinaifen Guinaifen Guinaifen... Caelus thought to himself as he was running through Fyxestroll Garden as fast as he could. A livestreamer wandering astray is never an ideal situation. They’re the absolute nosiest, and feel the need to get up close and personal with far too many dangerous situations risking their own lives just for the sake of chat reactions and follows. Worst case scenario, he would find himself too late to save her from becoming possessed by a stray heliobus.

That would most certainly be an amusing sight, however. A livestreamer sharing her body with a spirit, fighting for control of her own will. Imagine her attempting to do run of the mill chores. Or even get through a single level of a video game. That’s the type of content he wanted to see.

Probably something other people would like to see, too. Sounded a lot better than the jumpscares and overexaggerated screaming. Don’t a lot of people already do that, anyways?

Focus, he thought to himself. His main priority was making sure that, wherever she may be, Guinaifen was relatively safe and unharmed, no matter how amusing the idea of her becoming possessed may be.

He thought to check and see if her stream was live, hopefully to lead him on the right path. Perhaps he would luck out and catch her in a rather amusing situation for his own personal enjoyment. But Caelus swore that he was simply checking to see if he could find any leads.

Nothing. To be expected, given the current circumstances, though knowing Guinaifen, she wouldn’t in a million years pass up the opportunity to draw in some more followers.

After aimlessly wandering through the garden for some time, Caelus’s attention was caught by a rather strange looking circular mirror. As any normal person would do, he stopped to take a closer look at it. He saw just what he expected; an exact reflection of himself, mimicking his movements exactly. Caelus would move his head up, and his refection would replicate his movements in the exact same manner. Look down and around, his reflection didn’t skip a beat mimicking his actions.

You know, exactly like how mirrors are supposed to function, a concept that, in theory, should be nothing new for Almighty Galactic Batter Caelus.

Still, Caelus was fascinated by the mirror. Captivated, even. He was making rather good use of his time watching himself push aside his hair like some suave anime protagonist rather than investing these crucial moments into rescuing…who was it again? Nevertheless, surely a few short moments of amusement wouldn’t hurt.

Only this mirror didn’t exactly seem to be…functioning.

The reflection of Caelus winked at him, when he swore on his life that both of his eyes were wide open.

He either had them both open or both closed. Not one at a time. What exactly would he be trying to accomplish by winking in such a way to himself?

Perhaps he should’ve asked his reflection this question, as once more, when it had Caelus’s full attention, it shot him a seductive wink.

This reflection of his seemed to be quite appreciative of Caelus’s own beauty. Or was he simply appreciating himself? Bit of a gray area, he found himself in, but why not have a little bit of fun toying with some mirror that thinks it can do better than Caelus in the flesh?

Caelus pushed his hair aside and shot this eager reflection of his a half-lidded gaze, with the smirk of a man just begging to indulge himself. The reflection wasn’t one to back down from a fight, if you would call this one, and so it beckoned for him to come closer. Caelus, curious with the route that his seductive reflection was going to take with this, obeyed and moved closer. His face was practically against the glass now, and so his reflection seized the opportunity to reach its hand outside of the glass to gently stroke the side of his cheek, as if it was begging for a kiss.

Caelus moved his head away from the glass and wiggled his finger “nuh-uh,” signaling that his reflection was going a bit too fast for his liking.

Note that it being to his liking was a rather important factor in this…curious situation. Caelus was deliberately taking things slow with his reflection, not out of boredom to waste time for whatever reason, but rather, he wanted to savor the moment, as he was quite frankly enjoying this.

This reflection of his has got some serious game, and Caelus was finding himself more and more smitten with the smooth moves that his mirror twin possessed. And, not once did he stop to think as to why his reflection had a mind of its own. Clearly shows what his priorities are, doesn’t it?

For the entire time, the two of them had been completely silent. Their exchanges of love had been purely though gestures and gentle touch. Shouldn’t Caelus finally put his desires into words? In order to clear the air between them, eliminate any possible misunderstandings, and perhaps…finally be together?

The reflection was giving him a very inviting look. Caelus so desperately wanted to plunge into its arms and be treated to the time of his life, but he took a step back.  

“You…” Caelus said, “just who are you exactly, attempting to ensnare me with the promise of your embrace?”

Caelus knew it was no mere “attempt.” As the two of them flirted with each other more and more, he could feel his heart rate increasing and his hands becoming sweaty. Almost as if he was being thrown off of his game due to some…rather distracting thoughts of longing and desire.

The reflection didn’t respond to his inquiry. Rather, it appeared to have laughed a little and give him yet another wink.

Caelus so very badly wanted to skip the slow-burner part and just dive straight in into its arms. But what little rationale that remained in his mind told him otherwise to wait.

And unfortunately, he was taking a step back not to reconsider the scope of his actions, but rather if the reflection would be willing to continue…whatever it was doing.

“A man of few words. Respectable, but I don’t have time to be second guessing myself with only your silent actions to go off of.”

The reflection tilted its head in curiosity.

“What I’m trying to ask you is, are your actions…genuine? Like, you’re not doing this for the sake of toying with me?”

The reflection laughed once again, as if to mock Caelus’s stupidity for his assumption. Of course, its actions were genuine! Would it really be teasing a specimen so irresistibly dashing without the intent to score big?

And Caelus would be silly to refuse such an enthusiastic invitation from an equally attractive individual as well. The gaze from the reflection’s eyes just screamed I want you, no, I need you, and Caelus had no choice but to gladly oblige. The temptation was too strong, and so he put his hand against the glass waiting for a signal from his newfound partner, and it copied his movements and placed its hand where his was.

By now, Caelus had completely forgotten that he was frantically running through Fyxestroll Garden trying to find…something. Regardless of what that something was, he found something far better than what he could possibly ask for. He rested his head against the glass and gently closed his eyes, satisfied that he was on track to tread a new path in his life with the reflection in the mirror. When he opened his eyes to look at it briefly, he saw that his reflection was giving him a rather devious smirk.

At the sight of this, Caelus could hardly contain his excitement. He focused on containing any and all urges he had, not allowing himself to act as rashly as his reflection did, initially. His immense concentration on suppressing his desires would ultimately cost him something far more valuable than his dignity, as the arm of his reflection reached out of the mirror, grabbed Caelus by his arm, and yanked him to the other side.

“You’re all mine now, my dear Caelus,” the heliobus said.

[trthfck]

on caelus, and his chronic pain:

i promise i'm not intending to project onto caelus here when i say that it is not outside of the realm of possibility that having the stellaron inside of him likely is the cause of periodic chronic pain. stellarons are entities that are a (as per herta) 'type of lifeform with a special property that tethers them to a certain path or aeon's power'. while we don't explicitly know what path/aeon the stellaron inside the trailblazer is, it can be inferred due to the trailblazer's initial path and the visual similarity to nanook, the stellaron inside of caelus is close to the path of destruction.

that being said, i write caelus with the intention that this destructive property inside of him leads him to immense power (such as being able to kill enemies with a simple baseball bat, or taunt enemies into only attacking him/enduring these attacks) at the cost of his own health. when at his worst, caelus experiences heavy heart palpitations and different kinds of chronic pain.

while he would not describe himself as disabled, the pain is in fact dehabilitating, causing him to need multiple breaks throughout his journeys. more often than not, it starts in his limbs (the farthest parts of his body from the heart), manifesting as aches, seizes, and muscle cramps. the longer he endures this pain, the more of his body it takes up, continuing into his lower back and hips, and then finally into his torso/heart/chest.

an alternative that he experiences in place of these full-body aches are chronic migraines, which is in part why we find him enjoying closed, dark spaces (the ever-impractical trashcan, the closet in the jarilo inn, the smaller rooms of the astral express); even if he isn't actively experiencing one at the time, the darkness helps with his light sensitivity and therefore, prolonging those migraines.

his endurance or desire to 'push through the pain' comes from his desire to protect and help his friends, despite the other members of the astral express being his biggest caregivers when it comes to these episodes of pain. they can be treated like any other normal pains, with medication or darkness or water, but one must be cognizant of the fact that they originate from the stellaron, and too much medication or perhaps TENS therapy may have negative effects. despite that, he doesn't usually fight the others on when they decide he needs to rest due to his immense levels of trust for them, but he can and sometimes does experience a guilt at not being able to help them in those moments.

[tim-shii]

not-so-friendly spiderman

a/n: i've watched spiderverse and i've been obsessed so here's spiderman dan heng *weeps* also i think i wanna make this multi parts idk yet but the spiderverse brainrot stays in my mind so more spiderman!au coming i guess

"on your left. no— my left, your right. actually, i think it's your left."

"can you please, kindly, just shut up." 

"dan heng, you're not very nice right now." dan heng sighs, fighting the urge to massage his temple due to the fact that he's being chased down by a villain right now. a villain who's, by the way, twice his size and can spit out toxic goo that can probably burn off his skin. he laughs inside when he remembers your scrunched up face, full of disgust upon hearing what he told you. 

"is there an escape route nearby?" he asks, voice calm as if he didn't just shoot web at the villain's face. "i don't think there is, no."

"you think?" 

".. there is no escape route." you corrected. "do you need back up?"

"no. i got this." dan heng grunts.

"are you sure? if i remember, caelus isn't doing any missions right now, i can send him in to help—" dan heng hears the clacks from your keyboard and he sighs. he thinks he's regretting agreeing to your pleads to be his 'guy-in-the-chair', but he knows all too well that it's too late to back out on his word. "don't bother caelus. this is just one idiotic venom-spitting lizard, it isn't that difficult." 

"caelus is on standby." dan heng could hear his sanity snap, but he held on. he's not really the type to lash out or throw a tantrum but you just keep on managing to push every single button of his. he never shouts at you, though. you held a significant place in his life, he would rather punch himself than raise a voice at you. caelus and march would tease him for being 'down bad' but who cares? he thinks your opinions are what matters most.

with a final kick in the villain's face, dan heng throws the capture device in their direction. he ignores their groans and protests, tapping his watch to show your hologram. 

"i'm done."

"i can see that, yeah. i'll send arlan down there to help with the mess. you can go back now!" dan heng snickers at the finger guns you throw at him. he nods at arlan when he sees him. 

after a quick travel through the watch every spider person has, dan heng walks to your office. due to your lack of spider senses, you don't notice dan heng walking on the ceiling, just stopping right behind you. completely focused on the screen, you don't even hear caelus' silent screams, muffled by the web dan heng shot in his direction. 

"ah!" you jolt in your seat as dan heng blew air on your nape. "what—" dan heng's face inches away from yours, is what greeted you the moment you turned around. 

"i'm back." dan heng quipped, a miniscule smirk playing on his lips. 

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[moonbeam-broker]

C y b e l e

AKA 'Junkmail,' my Junkmail & Jackmania OC.

My original intention was for the story to be an OC fic, however it instead became a reader-insert. This is the OC I originally intended for the role of the reader, my personal Borderlands OC.

Cybele "Junkmail" Castle

Female · Age 23 (pre-TFTBL) · Bisexual

headstrong · intellectual · independent · pessimistic · literate · glib · well-mannered · soft-centered · iconoclastic · romantic

Her first name (pronounced "sih-buh-lee") refers to the Phrygian mother-goddess, who was eventually adopted into Greek mythology as a goddess of wild nature.

She was born and raised on Aquator (a glorified beach planet beloved by intergalactic celebrities) to parents of curiously opposite behaviors; a strict mom and an easygoing dad.

Mom: 'Janice,' referring to Janus, the Roman god of beginnings and ends, usually depicted as having two faces. She's a relatively famous screenwriter constantly on the lookout for celebrities she can put into her work. The type to encourage gossip and otherwise force unwanted relationships between Cybele and up-and-coming actors.

Dad: 'Caelus,' named after the Roman god of the sky. Silver-tongued tour guide who managed to rope Cybele's mother into staying on Aquator with him. The softer of Cybele's parents, though somewhat cynical. Cybele takes after him the most, pushing away from her mother's insistence on indulging in unnecessary drama.

She aspires to become a novelist, though her personal goals change due to several story-driven circumstances.

She flees Aquator, effectively running away as she attempts to carve out a 'more interesting' life for herself.

She becomes employed by Hyperion, more specifically an old eyesore by the name of Saul Henderson in the data-mining department, though her plans go awry once Handsome Jack catches wind of her existence.

Upon snooping through her resumé, he enlists her to become his personal fanmail-answerer. He directly regards this task as trivial: "Cleaning all the junk out of my inbox," is essentially the job description he provides; hence, the nickname 'Junkmail.'

Simultaneously, she forges new friendships and potential romances with the odd company of Timothy Lawrence (post-Pre-Sequel), and Rhys Strongfork (pre-TFTBL).

As for the rest... it's still in the process of being written, so I won't spoil everything I have planned, just in case it doesn't turn out how I originally expected. It will, however, closely follow the canon timeline.

Bonus: Atlas (with ECHO-Eye variants)

[Credit: Visuals were created using LivePortraitMaker; edited in PicsArt, Photoshop Express.]

[trailblczed]

If Caelus could ever claim to have felt the "pain of a wronged woman", he would say that now, in the panicked aftermath of a icy glare directed at him, he has. This.. This was a play-- right? Obviously it was! They don't have.. that.. sort of relationship with each other. For various and obvious reasons.

ANYHOW.

Lad watches, both with curiosity and confusion, as the lady departs from his side off to center stage after giving him a heart attack. The action reminding him of another in how similar it was, though intentions clearly different. The tone presented to him chills his wiring, the threatening aura given off in undetectable waves- unnerving.

A confused head tilt as the silver shrinks into himself a tad. Weren't.. they supposed to be lovers, or at least love interests, of some type? Why is it all of the sudden so.. hostile..? Surely that's not something common in relationships-- if so, he will give up his crush in a micro-second.

Caelus goes on, unsure and concerned, bewildered and belittled, taking but a few foot steps towards where Swan had taken her spotlight. He is honestly glad that he is not the focus right now, for he knows ( or hopes ) that his fumbling is harder to notice, or to disinterest the audience in their story.

❛ N-No..! You're right. It- It is foolish of me to think that a single simple apology would be enough. ❜

Another step, and Caelus feels the underpart of his shoe get caught on some part of the stage floor, with no way to react, nor fast enough to keep himself from tripping. Thankfully, he doesn't make it all the way to the ground, only a simple foot stumble as the poor lad ignores the burning in his face- pushing through to keep the act going.

❛ Am.. Am I one you may consider giving a second chance to..? Just te-ll me what you want me to do, and I'll do it- if I'm ab-ble.. ❜

Yeah.. Nankook? Can you be a homie and just strike him down please? Thanks.

To the audience, the soft smile that curled from her lips as she gazed into Caelus’ eyes might have seemed warm, even inviting, but those much closer would notice the chill in her eyes—a sharp coldness that spoke louder than any supposed lover’s warmth. Gracefully, she slipped her fingers away from his hold, as though she’d merely indulged him in his monologue until she'd had enough of it.

“ My, oh my, what a charmer indeed, ” she trailed off, her hushed voice carrying over the theater, soft yet lathered with sarcasm such as a woman who has had enough of her lover’s foolishness would. “ So you’ve come back to me—what a noble return from your mysterious ‘plight’, hm? ”

The stage light caught her features just as Caelus pulled her closer by her waist, allowing a shadow to fall across her expression as she eyed how the man would look at her pitifully. What a pleasant surprise. Clumsy though he may be, it would seem the Astral Express’s galactic batter could act, or was he simply used to giving such puppy-like eyes?

She chuckled, loud enough that it echoed throughout the quiet theater, slow and deliberate, teasing and wholly unamused.

“ Surely? ” The disheartened woman repeated and despite their proximity, she did not pull away. Instead, she brought a gloved hand up to the man’s cheek, the tip of her forefinger dragging along the line of his jaw before stopping just under his chin to tilt his head up. “ Do you truly believe I would forgive so easily? That a mere kiss on my knuckles, a whispered promise, would enchant me back into your arms? Do you suppose, my dear, that a few poetic words will quickly erase the hours I spent wondering? ”

With a click of her heels, Black Swan finally turned, leaving her lover standing in the dimming light as she took a few paces forward and halted exactly where a mark on the stage was left for her. There, she remained for a beat, then two, waiting for her cue until the light fell onto her again, their figures the sole focus of the theater’s gaze, as the rest of the stage faded into shadow.

“ Shall I tell you a secret, darling? ” she whispered, turning her head to him with a saccharine-sweet smile upon her lips. “ Forgiveness is earned, not assumed. And I, unlike you… am rather selective in whom I grant second chances. ”