#Ending 12: Stasis

[bengallemon]

in the same vein of fangames being really wild: the ending for pokemon uranium was just the Worst Family Reunion

[shinyspooks]

one thing i've noticed with a lot of dpxdc prompts involving Impulse is that you guys seem to exclusively use the "apocalyptic future" storyline from the Young Justice cartoon.

personally. i think it's FAR funnier to use the original comic's version;

when he was born, Bart Allen's body was developing too fast. The speedforce was affecting him in a way previously unseen- he looked 12 even though he was only 3 years old mentally.

so, the scientists of the future could only come up with one solution; they put his body in stasis and put his mind in virtual reality.

Bart "Impulse" Allen, grew up in a video game.

After he gets sent to the past and shocked out of his rapid aging, he treats the world the one you'd expect someone who grew up in a video game would. He has no concept of consequences, mortality, and thinks in the most absurd outside the box ways.

He of course gets past this, character development and all.

But still, he's quite shocked when one of his video game mentors, Phantom, suddenly appears in a very much physical form, in the past no less.

And... why doesn't Phantom recognize him?

Or; in the future, scientists need a computer program that will allow a speedster's mind to grow properly. They decide to use the notes of the renowned (and long gone) "Tech Wizard", Tucker Foley. Within Foley's notes is a program simply called "Phantom".

Meanwhile, in the past, Danny is incredibly confused when this random speedster kid calls him by name before he's even introduced himself. Does this mean he's going to end up on another time adventure again?

Bonus: Bart canonically has an evil clone named Inertia, who took his place and pretended to be him for like. Literal months if I remember right, and nobody noticed. Anyways, give me a redeemed!Inertia hanging out with Dani or give me death-

[cowboybabeop]

Vault-Tec Vaults; Game Origin & Location

Hi I'm going to back to my "Fallout Blog" roots. Here is a summary of all of the vaults and experiments (starting with a timeline) because I'm insane ^_^ I had to add a weird break bc I literally hit the tumblr character limit, but I used it to section off the major spoilers for the TV series :)

Timeline

The Great War: October 23rd, 2077

Fallout Bible: Compendium of added lore by the creators.

Fallout 76: 2102

Fallout 1: 2161 

Fallout Tactics: 2197

Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel: 2208

Fallout 2: 2241

Fallout 3: 2277

Fallout: New Vegas: 2281

Fallout 4: 2287

Fallout TV Series: 2296

Corporate Vault - Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel - Texas 

A control group vault meant for Vault-Tec employees to continue research, primarily on FEV (Forced Evolutionary Virus) during the war.

Vault 0 - Fallout Tactics - Colorado 

A control group vault with geniuses kept in cryogenic stasis, with their minds interlinked into an entity called The Calculator.

Vault 3 - Fallout: New Vegas - Nevada 

A control vault. Residents ended up opening the vault doors when the lower levels flooded. Eventually the vault was overrun by Fiends.

Vault 4 - Fallout TV series - California 

A test vault that was filled with residents prior to the bombs dropping. Experimentation on human subjects led to most of the original residents being killed in a revolt. In 2296 the vault is still thriving, while kidnapping surface survivors and continuing to experiment on them. The vault offered refuge for many inhabitants of Shady Sands.

Vault 8 (Vault City) - Fallout 2 - Nevada 

A control group vault that remained closed until 2241. Instead of receiving two G.E.C.K. (Garden of Eden Creation Kit) devices, Vault 8 received just one and a replacement water chip that was supposed to go to Vault 13.

Vault 11 - Fallout: New Vegas - Nevada 

Every year the residents were told to sacrifice a fellow resident, with the threat of everyone's death if they did not. In reality, the system would praise them for NOT sacrificing an individual and the vault door would be unlocked. This message finally played after only five residents remained.

Vault 12 - Fallout 1 - California 

A seemingly normal, safe vault with an ulterior motive to study the effects of radiation on the inhabitants. The door never fully sealed, and in 2083 the ghoul residents left to found Necropolis.

Vault 13 - Fallout 1 & Fallout 2- California 

Your home vault as the Vault Dweller. A rather normal vault, however due to a shipping mishap Vault 13 received an additional G.E.C.K. device (that was supposed to go to Vault 8) instead of a replacement water chip. Thus, leaving the Vault Dweller to leave the vault in search for a replacement when their only water chip breaks.

Vault 15 - Fallout 1 & Fallout 2 - California 

A vault that experimented with incredibly diverse ideologies and backgrounds. The vault became severely overpopulated in 2097 and the dwellers decided to open the door. Shady Sands was created using Vault 15's G.E.C.K. and the local raider gangs all have origins from this vault.

Vault 17 - Fallout: New Vegas - Mention Only 

Inhabitants were kidnapped and transformed into Super Mutants. Lily originates from this vault.

Vault 19 - Fallout: New Vegas - Somewhere in CA/NV/AZ/UT 

Paranoia was induced by noises, lights, and segregation. The vault was divided into two sections, Red and Blue, with a separate overseer for each sector.

Vault 21 - Fallout: New Vegas - Nevada 

An almost normal vault, with the exception of a culture and society built around gambling. All major decisions were made through gambling, with the decision to open the doors and become part of New Vegas being "won" in a game of Blackjack.

Vault 22 - Fallout: New Vegas - Somewhere in CA/NV/AZ/UT 

A vault dedicated to studying agriculture. A fungus designed to kill pests on plants became capable of infected human hosts. Vault 22 is curiously green on the outside by the time The Courier arrives at the location.

Vault 24 - Fallout: New Vegas - Mention Only 

Remnants of a Vault 24 jumpsuit are found in the FNV game files.

Vault 27 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only 

A vault designed to be deliberately overcrowded with not enough means to sustain the inhabitants.

Vault 29 - Fallout 76 - Mention Only 

Only children younger than 15 were allowed in this vault, with their parents being sent to other vaults. Harold is believed to originate from this vault.

//TV SHOW SPOILERS//

Vault 31 - Fallout TV Series - California 

Part of 3 interconnected vaults, serving as cryogenic home for the managers and higher ups of Vault-Tec.

Vault 32 - Fallout TV Series - California 

Part of 3 interconnected vaults, serving as a healthy breeding pool for Vault 31 and 33. Somewhere around 2294, Vault 32 failed and the residents resorted to murder, cannibalism, or suicide.

Vault 33 - Fallout TV Series - California 

Lucy MacLean's home vault. Part of 3 interconnected vaults, serving as a healthy breeding pool for Vault 31 and 32.

//END OF TV SHOW SPOILERS//

Vault 36 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only 

The only food in this vault consisted of thin, watery gruel.

Vault 34 - Fallout: New Vegas - Somewhere in CA/NV/AZ/UT 

The vault was purposefully overstocked with guns with the overseer being able to give/deny access to residents. This inevitably led to it's downfall, and those who revolted and raided the armory relocated above as The Boomers in 2231.

Vault 42 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only 

No lightbulbs over 40W were provided.

Vault 43 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only 

A vault containing 20 men, 10 women, and one panther.

Vault 51 - Fallout 76 - West Virginia 

A vault with a supercomputer as the overseer. Interference from the computer led to most of the residents being murdered by other residents.

Vault 53 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only  

Most equipment was designed to break down every few months in order to stress out inhabitants.

Vault 55 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only 

No entertainment tapes were provided.

Vault 56 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only 

The only entertainment tapes provided were of one terrible comedian.

Vault 63 - Fallout 76 - West Virginia 

The inside of the vault remains sealed, with the outside door being all that is accessible to the player character. Other parts of the vault are revealed through cut content.

Vault 65 - Fallout 76 - Mention Only 

Remnants of the vault remain in Fallout 76 cut content.

Vault 68 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only 

The vault contained 999 men and 1 woman.

Vault 69 - Fallout Bible - Mention Only 

The vault contained 999 women and 1 man.

Vault 75 - Fallout 4 - Massachusetts 

A secret experimenting in refining human genetics through selective breeding, genetic modification, and hormonal treatments. The vault's concept was made by Stanislaus Braun.

Vault 76 - Fallout 76 - West Virginia 

The home vault of the player character in 76. It was a control vault, set to open after 25 years. This is when the player character leaves the vault.

Vault 77 - Fallout 3 - Mention Only 

Mentioned by slavers in Paradise Falls, this vault was rumored to only contain one man and a box of puppets.

Vault 79 - Fallout 76 - West Virginia 

A vault dedicated to hoarding the country's gold reserves.

Vault 81 - Fallout 4 - Massachusetts 

Designed to develop a cure for every possible sickness or ailment. Residents were unknowingly sprayed with diseases by nozzles hidden in their rooms. The first vault overseer had thought this to be cruel, cut off the scientists from the rest of the vault and cut the nozzles from spraying residents before the experiments could begin.

Vault 87 - Fallout 3 - Somewhere in VA/PA/MD 

The original vault experiment for 87 was scrapped, and it became a research center for FEV, leaving the vault wildly radioactive and inhabited only by super mutants by the time you access it as the Lone Wanderer.

Vault 88 - Fallout 4 - Massachusetts 

An unfinished vault inhabited by ghouls.

Vault 92 - Fallout 3 - Somewhere in VA/PA/MD 

The best musicians were sent to this vault to "preserve musical talent", but truthfully residents were subjected to subliminal messages mixed into white noise. Eventually some of the musicians went into random, murderous, psychotic rages that led to the end of the experiment.

 Vault 94 - Fallout 76 - West Virginia 

A vault with non-violent faith-centric inhabitants. The vault opened one year later to search for survivors. The vault became overrun by wastelanders and raiders that destroyed their G.E.C.K. and their nuclear reactor. The vault was swarmed with radiation and is now overrun by mirelurks.

Vault 95 - Fallout 4 - Massachusetts 

A vault designed to get people clean and sober. After a successful 5 years, a Vault-Tec agent brought out a hidden stash of drugs for other residents to find.

Vault 96 - Fallout 76 - West Virginia 

A vault with a focus on agriculture, animals, genetics, and mutations. The original residents were killed in a failed escape attempt, and the vault was then used by West-Tek scientist Edgar Blackburn to continue research on FEV.

Vault 100 - Fallout 3 - Mention Only 

Remnants of Vault 100 can be found in game files and cut content.

Vault 101 - Fallout 3 - Somewhere in VA/PA/MD 

The home vault for the Lone Wanderer. This vault was meant to never open and Vault 101 did not receive a G.E.C.K. However, the overseer of the vault pretty quickly broke this rule and occasional survey teams were sent to the surface. Several residents of Megaton are the result of these survey teams. Daddy James found the vault after the birth of the Lone Wanderer and negotiated his doctoral services in exchange for shelter.

Vault 106 - Fallout 3 - Somewhere in VA/PA/MD 

Psychoactive drugs slowly released into the air of Vault 106, causing the vault to be filled with psychotic survivors by the time the Lone Wanderer visits.

Vault 108 - Fallout 3 - Somewhere in VA/PA/MD 

A slew of experiments occurred in this vault. The elected overseer was dying of cancer, the primary power supply of the vault was scheduled to fail after 20 years, the backup power supply would not be enough to power ALL of the vault, the vault was given three times the normal amount of weapons, and the vault was not given entertainment. With a majority of scientists, one of the inner experiments involved repeatedly cloning the same man... Gary.

Vault 111 - Fallout 4 - Massachusetts 

Your home vault as the Sole Survivor. All residents were meant to unknowingly stay in cryostasis, with scientists overlooking them. However, conflicts arose among those unfrozen, leading to the vault door eventually being opened.

Vault 112 - Fallout 3 - Somewhere in VA/PA/MD 

Residents lived in a virtual reality simulation to create their "perfect life" with their overseer, Stanislaus Braun, a scientist who proceeded to use the residents as playthings. Braun continuously murdered residents, then wiped their memories and reset the simulation.

Vault 114 - Fallout 4 - Massachusetts

 An unfinished vault meant for only the wealthy. Vault-Tec exaggerated the luxury of the vault, gave residents very small rooms, communal bathing and dining areas, and a homeless drug-addicted overseer named Soup Can Harry.

Vault 118 - Fallout 4 - Maine 

An Unfinished Vault meant to house both a handful of ultra-rich and hundreds of working class individuals to observe how they would interact within the same space.

Vault 120 - Fallout 4 & Fallout 76 - Mention Only 

The vault itself was meant to mimic the underwater atmosphere of Bioshock. The game was cut from Fallout 4, but remnants can be found in Fallout 76 game files.

[aealzx]

Phantom Rogues

A DP x DC fanfic

Rated: M (because of swearing, mild gore, medical details. just making sure)

Pairings: None (Please don't tag as any pairings either)

Warnings: Blood, medical devices, dehumanization, mentions of experimentation, violence, mentions of mild gore

Summary: After thwarting the GIW's second attempt to destroy the Infinite Realms Danny, Danielle, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker have ended up in Gotham after the GIW's machines exploded. They don't have IDs, money, or anyplace to stay, and after getting badly injured in the fight Danny's ice core has put him in a semi cryogenic stasis, leaving the rest of Team Phantom to fend for themselves while taking care of him. After two months of theft, avoiding the authorities, and sometimes doing a little vigilantism of their own, Team Phantom pissed off the wrong group of criminals by stealing a vial of Lazarus water. Team Batman is called to rescue them, as well as finally figure out what this new ground of rogues is doing in Gotham, and how to get them back home.

AO3 ________

Tumblr posts: Prologue

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17

[rosdevw2]

Cybertron mythology part 1

According to the ancient mythos, in the beginning there was nothing but darkness and its monsters, until one day two siblings were born, Unicron and Primus, who right after their birth they set themselves to the task to slaughter all the monsters that covered the cosmos, from their bodies creating the stars and galaxies, filling the universe, until finally ending all of them.

With love and pride, Primus wanted to create life to fill the empty universe, but her brother, Unicron, was still hungry for destruction and death, this dispute cause them to battle with both of them ending injured, with Unicron escaping from her sister and lost himself in the cosmos.

Even though Primus was weak, she did not give up on her dream, with her great power she was able to create the first life, the 12 originals. However, this process put her in an endless stasis, leaving her creations to rule over her body, now named as Cybertron.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Why do you think The Arcana always leads towards “ Killing the bad guy “ is wrong?

Because if you kill Lucio in Muriel route & Kill the devil in the Nadia route ( and I’m not 100% sure but I think you can kill Tasya in Portia reversed route ) you get the reversed route.

Do you think because it was a game +12 and up?

Do you think maybe they wanted to push that “ Killing is not the way there’s always another option “ route?

Do you think they were trying to do the “ If I kill you I’ll be just as bad “ trope?

Or something else entirely

Moving on from that, Do you think these should be considered reversed routes? Is Muriel killing Lucio justified after what he put him through? Same with Portia and Nadia? Do you think the punishments each antagonist and/or villain gets in the game is justified/deserved?

Just something I had in my head :)

-🥥

Hey coconut anon! My answer essay is under the cut xD

Honestly, it's hard to say. The second three routes get a little ... gentler, as far as downplaying darker themes, when you compare them to the first three. In Muriel's upright route, you end up defeating the Devil with festival games, while in Asra's upright route, you purposefully lead Lucio to an icy lake so he can drown, only to watch him get devoured by eldritch horrors. Death of the antagonist doesn't necessarily seem to be the deciding factor of reversed vs upright.

The theme that the two different types of endings do revolve around is growth vs stasis, with a particular focus on community. If you consistently pick decisions that challenge and empower your LI to face their shortcomings, you're headed towards an upright ending. If you consistently pick decisions that coddle or enable your LI's flawed tendencies and/or a poor relationship dynamic, you're headed towards a reversed ending. (e.g. Julian caving to self-sacrificing tendencies vs letting others fight next to him, Asra choosing the path of least resistance and isolating vs uncomfortably confronting evil, Nadia choosing control vs letting others help her, Muriel isolating and surviving vs forming community and pushing for happiness, etc, etc)

Killing plays into that as far as making a choice that doesn't give the LI room to grow. For Muriel specifically, it harkens back to his time as a gladiator and turns him back into the person he's spent so long trying to forget. Meanwhile, Lucio's death in Asra's upright ending is the result of him refusing to run away from their problems anymore, developing the courage to confront the person who's caused so much pain head on instead. Meanwhile in Nadia's route, killing the Devil has less to do with murderous intent and more to do with her choice to take all power and decisions and control on herself, rather than depend on others.

I will say in the last three routes, there's a much bigger emphasis on avoiding killing and keeping things a little more lighthearted, but that appears to have more to do with a change in the context the project was happening in than the intentions of the authors themselves. Hope this helps, friend!

[shiyorin]

Do Dreadnoughts dream of taking a bath?

#Inspired by PowerWash x Warhammer 40K and Roco.

#I love Dreadnought.

"Do Dreadnoughts dream?"

That is a question with no certain answer. On one hand, a Dreadnought is more machine than man, neural implants fuse mind to machine in ways bizarre to comprehend. Their armored carapace shelters only remnants of flesh, sustained through bionic might alone. By all rights, their cerebral cortex should have decayed long ago.

By such logic, one could argue conscious thought ends where flesh yields to steel. Sleep and its dreamscapes are biological realities, are they not? With only trace humanity remaining, why expect mental functions of slumber? But integrated into their armored shells are enough enhanced organs and neural implants to sustain bioniorganic functions far beyond mere biological viability. Isn't the nature of dream itself stems from biological instincts overwritten.

The pain was a dull ache, easily ignored after centuries entombed. But a new irritation assailed him now, crawling itches across flesh long denied sensation. Confusion, this body felt change, though it had lain inert as worlds turned. Deeper still came the oppression, lungs seizing as if drowning once more in bloody. 

What trickery was this? Diagnostics reported stasis, all systems firing true. Yet the discomforts grew, phlegmy coughs racking the half-machine beast. Panic swelled, animal instincts long dormant rising within the eternal tomb. Then light, piercing the darkness behind closing lids. Sweet air rushed into ruined lungs, this labor easing at last. 

His eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar realm. No armored bulk rose before him but limbs scoured by shrapnel and burned by virus-bombs. His original form, given once more against all reason, a gift or curse, he knew not. Unfettered he stood, wounds healed to bare scars across taut flesh. This was a dream, or something. 

An uncertainty gripped him. What madness was this? To be returned to old flesh but feel no urge to battle, no call to crusade? A different impulse arose, foreign but ingrained, cleansing ritual performed eons past in youth. He walked uncertain, waters calling him to rites unseen by any in aeons untold. 

Ribs still bore flecks of ceramite and plasteel patched within living shell. He paused before the waters, studying form that had known only warfare. Scars told their own tales, each etched upon memories kept alive through aeons in stasis. With care he entered in that, waters lapping old wounds as if in benediction. 

There he lingered, letting cares and pains wash freely away. Muscles long locked in adamantium relaxed, tension fleeing in steam rising. For the first time in memory untold, no demands of duty or flesh assailed him. A feeling swelled within him, emotion locked beyond reach of mortal sensation. Peace, serenity swept over ancient minds as waters sloughed away cares of ages...

Pain pulsed through his battered form as consciousness returned. The fleeting peace of dreams melted away, centuries of enforced half-life onboard the Dreadnought crashing back upon ancient shoulders. Systems booted sluggishly, sensors recalibrating after solaris of monotony disturbed. 

A hum escaped grille as servos whirred back to their duties securing crumpled flesh deeper than mortal sight could pierce. Outside clangs and grinding announced the diligent ministrations of tech-priests ensuring their perpetual charge clung yet to shadow of function. One voice carried clearly through armored carapace:

"Vitals stabilize in sector C-12 Magos. Neural links firing within tolerances." The Tech-priest's voice rang through microphones.

"Understood. Continue maintenance protocols and monitor for anomalies. This relic has served faithfully many centuries. Pray for the Omnissiah." The Magos's bionics buzzed in compliance. They ensured history marched on, whatever hulls preserved that march.

With effort, aged vox-grille creaked open. "Brother, I was dreaming." Static laced speech imparted by cobbled augmetics mere palliates for ravaged throat too ruined for basic sounds. The Techmarine's etheric sensors detected words nonetheless.

A static pause preceded Techmarine's reply. "Dreaming? Impossible, your neural engrams show only baseline activity."

Mirthless chuckle issued from loudspeakers. "Impossible, yes, But I dream... I'm taking a bath." 

Silence answered as Techmarine puzzled over the incomprehensible scene. "The priests scrub your plating clean as monthly rite. Perhaps some synapse misfired."

Silence reigned for moments uncounted as ritual continued outside. Then, a final whisper from within. "Indeed. A... nice dream." 

With that, consciousness fell back into lowest-level rest as painkillers suffused systems. The Techmarine watched monitors return to quiescent patterns, then signaled to close the Dreadnought once more. Its machine spirit's notions were beyond his. The armored tomb closed, and darkness reigned once more.

[t3a-tan]

What order should I read the stories in?

This is gonna be difficult since not all stories are set in the same universe but I will try my best. Not all stories need to be read to enjoy others but it will give you more background information. All of these can be found in my masterlist! ^^

Original Universe

1. Pursuit of Gnosis (2 parts)

This is a story focused on Ryker, set directly before the Celestial War started. This is a canon event in the original universe.

2. Newborn Spirit

This is about Ren being born, set after the Celestial War started but before the Kriegerin Massacre. Everything from here on is set during the Celestial War, but it is generally happening in the background. This is a canon event in the original universe.

3. Firing Squad

This is about Jael having to execute his fellow squad member to prove his loyalty, set before the Kriegerin Massacre. This is a canon event in the original universe.

4. Cody Adopts Cynbel

This is about Cody adopting Cynbel, set after the Kriegerin Massacre. This is a canon event in the original universe.

5. Jael Meets Cynbel

This is about Jael meeting Cynbel, set directly after Cody Adopts Cynbel. This is a canon event in the original universe.

6. Panic At The Masquerade Ball

This is about Orna setting up the stage to take control of Syris. This is a canon event in the original universe.

7. Pixie In Need

This is about Jamai finding a pixie among the bodies of angel soldiers. This is a canon event in the original universe.

8. Herbicide

This is about Ren being injured and Jamai helping her. This is set before Earth #1’s destruction and before the Great Stasis. This is a canon event in the original universe.

9. A Helping Hand

This is about Cody checking on Earth #2, set during the Great Stasis and obviously after Earth #1’s destruction. Everything set on Earth from now on happens on Earth #2. This is a canon event in the original universe.

10. Meeting Bishop

This is about Cody meeting an alternate version of himself called Bishop whilst exploring the multiverse, set during the Great Stasis. This is a canon event in the original universe.

11. Different Doesn't Mean Bad

This is about Cody reassuring his daughter Charlie that her lack of magic isn't a flaw, set after the Great Stasis, before the birth of Sammy and Tanner. This is a canon event in the original universe.

12. Under His Eye

This is about Cody checking on Earth again, set after the Great Stasis and only weeks after the kidnapping of Sammy and Tanner. This is NOT a canon event in the original universe, but all of the previous events did happen preluding it because it is set in the original universe.

13. Under His Eye (what if?)

This is an alternative ending to Under His Eye, so the same logic applies for this story too.

14. She's Still There On Your Coat

This is about Sammy and Jael meeting for the first time, set after Ryker's death and Sammy's escape. This is a canon event in the original universe.

15. Have Faith

This is about Sammy suffering a crisis and Jael reassuring her, set after Ryker's death and Sammy's escape. This is a canon event in the original universe.

—

This is the end of everything writting so far that is set in the original universe. Every canon event from 1-11 in the original universe happened in the following AUs. I will restart the count for each AU.

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Borrower Universe

1. Friends in High Places

This is about Oliver meeting James for the first time, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

2. Stay a Little Longer

This is about Oliver and James officially becoming friends, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

3. Crow Army

This is about Oliver showing James his crow army, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

4. James Finds a Child (2 parts)

This is about James finding a borrower child without Oliver there to help, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

5. Injured

This is about James finding Oliver injured, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

6. New Perspectives (4 parts)

This is about James and Oliver switching sizes, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is NOT a canon event in the borrower universe, but all of the previous canon events did happen preluding it because it is set in the borrower universe.

7. First Time

This is about Oliver being drunk for the first time, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

8. Accidents Made in Anger

This is about James accidentally hurting Oliver when angry, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

9. Romantic and Hopeless (10 parts)

This is about Sammy and Oscar being soulmates, starting with her still being captive but that doesn’t stay the case. This is NOT a canon event in the borrower universe, but all of the previous events did happen preluding it because it is set in the borrower universe (though it’s technically a soulmate au too).

10. Fetch (2 parts)

This is about James finding Tanner whilst walking his ex-wife’s dog, set before Sammy escapes. This is NOT a canon event in the borrower universe, but all of the previous canon events did happen preluding it because it is set in the borrower universe.

11. Spiralling

This is about James babysitting Tanner, set before Sammy escapes. This is NOT a canon event in the borrower universe, but all of the previous canon events did happen preluding it because it is set in the borrower universe.

12. Ryker’s Guilt

This is a story from Ryker’s perspective lamenting about his guilt over his actions, and is set right after Sammy escaped from him. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

13. The Party Was Crazy Last Night (4 parts)

This is about Sammy and Oscar meeting for the first time, set before she reunites with Oliver. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

14. Disaster Strikes

This is about Oscar’s friend, Freddie, discovering Sammy for the first time, set before she reunites with Oliver. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

15. Failed Meeting (2 parts)

This is about James being a bit too pushy and forcing a meeting with Sammy, set after she reunites with Oliver. This is a canon event in the borrower universe.

16. A Whole New World (literally)

This is about Sammy and Oliver accidentally entering a portal and ending up in Jamai’s forest. This is NOT a canon event in the borrower universe, but all of the previous events did happen preluding it because it is set in the borrower universe

Reverse Borrower Universe

1. Soggy Cereal

This is about Oliver meeting James after James falls into his cereal, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the reverse borrower universe.

2. Oliver Finds a Child

This is about Oliver finding a borrower child whilst at work, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the reverse borrower universe.

3. Movie Night

This is about James accidentally dropping onto Oliver whilst he’s watching TV, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the reverse borrower universe.

4. Something’s Off

This is about Oliver finding borrower au Tanner, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is NOT a canon event in the reverse borrower universe, but all of the previous events did happen preluding it because it is set in the reverse borrower universe. Tanner is from the borrower au.

5. Jarred

This is about Oliver putting James in a jar after getting sick of his antics, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the reverse borrower universe.

Size-shifter Universe

1. Doesn’t Change a Thing

This is about Oliver assuring James that his size-shifting doesn’t affect their friendship, set whilst Sammy and Tanner are still captives of Ryker. This is a canon event in the size-shifter universe.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 12

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

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Grumbling, I get out of bed at 6:30am, after shutting off my alarm. I have a brisk shower to wake myself up, get dressed in leggings, a sports bra and an old oversized hoodie, and have a quick breakfast; water and an over-ripe banana. I tie up the most comfortable running shoes I have, put my dollar store wired earphones in, turn on a lively pop playlist and jog down the stairs, instead of waiting for the elevator. 

Part of being realistic, I decided, is accepting that my loathing of gyms and exercise has left me out of shape and is a likely main contributor as to why my exes have all ended up in bed with other women. I accept that unless I get in shape, I’ll never be able to attract and satisfy anyone long-term. I also assume that it’s part of why I can’t secure any auditions, not that I’m allowing myself to consider that career path anymore.

Knowing I can’t afford to splurge on a gym membership until I get a more sustainable income I opt to just run. My mind keeps running in time with my legs (or maybe even faster). I try to remember when I first became so inactive. As a child and teenager I was always outside moving around, whether it was tending to or riding my horse, or hiking, I was always doing something active. I figure it was probably London that did it. I’d sold my horse to pay for the plane tickets and to help us get set up with an apartment. That had left me depressed for a while, in truth I still miss that beautiful snow-white mare even now. Then, there hadn’t been many opportunities to hike and none to ride in London, so I entered a state of stasis. I walked when and where I could, but the gloomy weather made even that difficult.

Then after the shit hit the fan the first time and I moved home, I was so depressed I barely left my parent’s house for months. That resulted in evenmore stasis, until they forced me to get a job. My dad had a friend that owned a bar and he'd managed to talk my way into a job there working the quieter weeknights. That had gotten me back on my feet, but it wasn’t quite the activity I was used to. Ten months later I moved to New York with a Wednesday regular that talked his way into my pants and subsequently my heart. 

A fresh start, so I thought, but it ended up being evenmore stasis. New York wasn’t much different to London; a bustling city with no hiking trails or decent outdoor spaces aside from Central Park. By the time that relationship faced an all too familiar demise I was left well and truly broken. Any hobbies I had were long forgotten. Though, I did have the pipe dream that Tyler had helped sprout after taking me to numerous broadway shows. So, not wanting to go back home to my parents again, I clung to that, even after countless rejections. 

Now, left with nothing but regrets and no clear path forward, I know I’m a hopeless mess. So, I do the only thing I can think of: run.

When I finally collapse on the couch, massaging my aching muscles, after another long closing shift, I force myself to continue browsing the local job boards. But as I’m scrolling, my phone rings and I accidentally answer too quickly before I can process who it is. But I recognise the deep, Texan accent immediately. “Hey Darlin’, you ok? I’ve left you like a hundred messages. I was about to book a flight to New York to do a wellness check,” he says with a dry chuckle.

Trying to act indifferent and uninterested – more to fool myself than him – I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “I’m fine. Just busy.” As I twist around on the couch trying to stretch out my tense muscles my eyes land on the box that I still haven’t sent back. I sigh. “Jensen, listen…”

His tone is more somber when he speaks again, cutting me off, “You changed your mind about us? I know it’s a lot, but I warned you that they would likely come out eventually. I tried to get my agent to get ahead of it, but the paparazzi are relentless. I’m so sorry. I get it if-”

I sit up straighter, paying more attention. I cut him off, “Wait! What are you talking about?”

“The photos from the cafe…the day we met. You didn’t know? Wait, but if that’s not why you’ve been avoiding me then what’s going on?”

Still in shock, I search his name on my laptop. My jaw drops along with my phone as the photos from that day pop up.

“Y/N? Y/N, please talk to me. I know it’s a lot, but please…I’m right here.”

I pick my phone back off my lap and bring it back up to my ear. In that moment I realise I have the perfect excuse, he’s giving me an out. I know this won’t go away and it could leave a blemish on both of our reputations, but if I break it off now it will just be a single meeting in a coffee shop. The whole thing would fade eventually, when they realise it’s nothing the paparazzi will move onto the piece of celeb gossip as would Jensen to the next female.

I put on my best facade and lean on my acting skills, despite promising I’d never use them on him. But again, this will be the last time I’ll ever speak to him, so what’s the harm. “I’m sorry, Jens, it’s just…it’s all too much. You might be used to this, but for me…this could be my career. I’ll never get a role without being labeled as sleeping my way into the business. Not to mention the hate from your fans. I just…I can’t.” He sighs and I could swear I heard him let out a sniffle as if he’s crying and my heart breaks. I almost take it all back, but I tell myself this is for the best. He’ll be better off without me; it never would’ve worked anyway. 

“I understand…” he says before going silent as if hiding his sniffles. After a few minutes he says, “I’m so sorry, Darlin’. You really are special, I did everything I could. I know it’s a big risk for you…”

“It was a risk for you too. But if we end it here no one has to know. I was just your barista…They’ll forget and so will you. It will be better this way.” I wipe away a tear as I hang up. I know I wouldn’t be able to stay strong if he tried to fight for me or comfort me, or take anymore blame, so I had to break free. With tears now streaming down my face I finally allow myself to read through all the messages he’d left over the past 48 hours. They start out normal and light hearted, wishing a good day and good night but they quickly take a serious turn. Since about 9am every message is a form of an apology or a beg for me to call him.

I then notice a message from Stella from the same time. Hers has a very different tone. There’s still the begs for me to call her, but her messages are all layered with excitement about how cute me and Jensen look together and how she can’t wait to meet him at the wedding. I want nothing more than to call her and let her tell me how much of an idiot I am and to let her convince me to call him back, apologise and work it out. But I don’t. I promised I wouldn’t be a distraction; wedding conversations only. As Nick pointed out, she has enough on her plate right now. She doesn’t need to fix my messes too. I’m an adult, it’s time to grow up.

As I stare at the photo the tears fall heavier. Feeling utterly heartbroken, and pathetic for feeling this way after such a short time I need comfort. I know it’s so much more than just the issue with Jensen; it’s Nick’s criticism, it’s not being able to call my best friend, it’s how little I’ve achieved so far, it’s the loneliness of my apartment, it’s the memories, it’s everything. Feeling the worst I’ve felt in years I do what may seem like the most childish thing – because I feel like a failed adult – and call my mother. 

“Hi Mom,” I say through tears. 

And like a true mother, she instantly knows something’s wrong. “Hey Sweetie, you want to talk about it?”

“Can I come home?”

“Oh, Sweetie. You know you’re always welcome to come home, but why don’t we talk about this first?”

“I’m a mess, and I’m so alone and I don’t know what to do. My life is going nowhere. I’m a failure.”

“You feel like…”

“What?”

“You feel like all those things. But in reality you’re far from any of that.”

“No, it’s true. I’m all alone. My best friend’s fiance doesn’t want me hanging around them anymore because I’m an unwelcome distraction. My job is going nowhere and I barely get paid enough to pay my bills, I’ve been turned down from every audition I’ve done all year, I flunked most of my classes…I got my picture all over the internet with a guy I like and then I pushed him away…I’m such a failure. And I miss Snowball…and you and dad. I need a hug.”

“Oh, Honey…you’re still so young, it will all work out. You’ve had a bad run is all. But you truly have done so much. You’ve lived overseas, you’re living all alone in New York and you’re paying your bills, you’re eating, you’re working and you’re helping plan a wedding. You really have done so much. You’re the furthest thing from a failure. Your father and I are so proud of you. As for Snowball, your father still goes down and tends for and exercises her a few days a week. He wouldn’t let that horse go so easy, she’s over on Uncle Liam’s ranch. He just didn’t want you to know because he wanted to see you work for what you wanted and maybe pay a little price…learn a lesson. You know how he is…”

“Snowy’s ok?”

“I’ll get him to send you some photos next time he visits the ranch. So, tell me about these photos and this boy? They’re not nudes are they?”

“No, God, no. I would never! He’s famous and came into Mamma Jo’s. I was serving him and the paparazzi took a photo of us. But since then we became close, talking almost daily. But, I’m such a mess, how could I date again? He’ll probably just cheat on me anyway…I’m not good enough for long-term relationships.”

“Those boys still in your head? Not all men will be like that, and again, that wasn’t your fault.”

“It happened twice, with two different guys…how could I possibly believe it wasn’t because of me?”

“Because it just wasn’t. They didn’t know the gem they pushed away. You didn’t deserve what they did, but they never deserved you. But you and Trent were so young, not that I’m defending him, and then I never liked that Tyler kid. For better or worse, you know the signs now. Hindsight is 20/20, my dear. So, if you like this new guy, famous or not, just watch for the red flags you missed last time. If he doesn’t love you like you deserve, that’s his loss. Don’t settle for less than you deserve, but don’t shut yourself off either,” she says, and then as if trying to lighten the mood and make me laugh she adds, “Your father and I would like grandchildren one day. But only if you have them with a man who treats you and them right.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I say, tears finally easing off.

“That’s what I’m here for, Dear. No matter how old you get or how much you grow, you’ll always be my little girl. And no matter how lonely you feel, you’re never alone. And as much as we would love to see you, I know your life is where you are, right now. Don’t come home just yet. When the time is right we’ll even book your flights, but right now you need to stay where you are.”

“Ok…I’ll stay…”

“You’ll get through this, Sweetie. You always do. But until you do, I’m only ever a phone call away.”

“I know…Thanks, Mom. By the way, Mom, this guy…He’s from Texas…”

“That’s great, Dear, but I care much more about how he treats you.”

“I know…He treats me right, I think I hurt him more than he hurt me tonight. I need to call him back and explain.”

“Alright, Sweetie. I love you.”

“I love you, Mom. Good night.”

I hang up and go to the kitchen to clean my face. If I’m going to attempt to fix things with Jensen, I need to compose myself. Though, I wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t pick up. After filling a glass with water I take it back to the couch, but before I sit down you stare at the box in the corner by the door. Still feeling unsure, despite my mother’s encouragement, and not knowing what I could even say to Jensen to begin to explain myself, I opt to start with a promise I made days ago instead. I bring the box back to the couch, rip off the tape and pull out the envelope. I start to read through the paperwork, determined to finally sign it.

I get through about a page and a half before the technical, legal jargon starts to jumble together. I find it harder to focus or keep my eyes open. I lie down to get into a more comfortable reading position, but it doesn’t take long for my eyes to droop closed.

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[arikihalloween]

Wakfu art dump because yes

This post is gonna be super long because I will ramble IN DEPTH today

So huh if you like my rambling or my art just read ig, otherwise scroll away idk what to tell ya

Showing some of my art and ramble because wakfu is part of my current big 3 hyperfixations ( along with WH and Trolls )

So huh enjoy my growing insanity ( I compiled it in one post to not annoy people too much :')

Presenting my oc Sharm !

An (very pink) Eliotrope

She's based on my in game character but I kinda gave her lore and a story so

⭐INFODUMP about Wakfu in general ! ⭐

Basic infos for those who don't know anything about Wakfu :

Wakfu is a french animated serie made by the studio Ankama, who also made several mmorpg games ( and way more, like the amount of content and lore is crazy)

Most of the stories will take place on the World of Twelves, populated by 12 main races (with many variation)

And there is a 13th "main race", the Eliatropes, which is the race of the main character of the anime, Yugo

Eliotropes ( with a o instead of a) are a subrace of the Eliatropes ( lore is explained in the serie but I don't wanna spoil, so to boil it down, Eliotropes are unstable pale copies of eliatropes) [ they are playable in the game wakfu]

So, what about Sharm ? Well she was born a pretty regular Eliotrope. She had two "brothers", Chance and Vitali, who unfortunately ended up fading away with time ( mechanically, when an Eliotrope die, his/her essence will go to the nearest Eliotrope to allow them to live longer)

So Sharm was left alone for very long, and stayed in Eliatropes ruins she found. Those were overgrown by stasis ( type of crystals, very bad, generally associated with corruption and destruction)

However, the essence she got from her siblings passing could only last so long

One day, in a desperate attempt to not die, Sharm took stasis and...ate it. Chewed on the mf crystals, and surprisingly, an interesting reaction occured : it stabilised her essence. It also made her basically frozen in development, Sharm cannot grow anymore and her power levels are quite limited in quantity, unless she uses stasis.

So my girl went through the ages, she kept on researching on the remnant of the eliatrope race ( wiped out aside from a few) and became sort of an archeologist

Nowadays, Sharm travels from a country/city to an other, often with mercenaries she hires as bodyguards . The other two ocs in this sketch page are the said mercenaries

And the cat is called Noiraude !

Sharm needs protection because she is stupidly useless in combat

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And also I have fanarts of Nora !

And also, it's time for the gremlin mode

The worst of the ramble

I kinda just need to scream for a moment

Beware, big spoilers for the serie ahead ! Stop now and go watch Wakfu !! It's all on Netflix ( season 1, season 2, then the 3 oav, THEN season 3 and you will be ready for season 4 :D)

So, this character is Nora (second drawing is a headcanon version of her)

Who is Nora ? She is the sixth eliatrope of the Council ( Eliatropes are rules by the six first borns of the race who can reincarnate along with their dragon twin)

Nora appeared for the first time in a flashback the episode "Quilbi" in season 2

In 2011

And back then she was in a flashback, so presumed dead from the war that wiped out the Eliatropes

BUT

Lately, as clips and trailers of season 4 of Wakfu has been released

It's confirmed that Nora is there

She's alive

She's in season 4

*grabs u*

2011

She has been my favorite character of Wakfu since her one and only appearance, alright ?

And now

12-13 years later

She is real

SHE IS REAL AND ALIVE IN THE SERIE

*maniacal laughter*

I will not shut up about it

Prepare for the fanarts

*retreats to the shadows*

[mychlapci]

I have a headcanon of medics being trained to essentially 'pause' pregnancies for bots through coding, so if you're not in a safe place to give birth or need to go into stasis or something they can just pause it and continue the process when it's safer. The only real downside is that it's kinda rough on the carrier just because, y'know, baby was supposed to come out in 12 months and they've been in there for 3 years and after you unpause it the pregnancy speeds up comparative to how long you had it paused.... Anyways this is all a very elaborate excuse to say Ratchets gets knocked up just before the war kicked off and decides to pause his pregnancy until it's over, assuming it'll last a couple years at most. Half of his grumpy personality comes from the fact he's been pregnant for four millions years and his back really hurts, and he realized a while ago that when the war does finally end, he's going to have to go through his entire pregnancy in a few days. (I like to think a few other grumpy bots have the same problem, like cliffjumper, just because I like to think about him getting absolutely stuffed full of sparklings

ooh that's fun. I wonder how exactly that would work. Perhaps while a carrying cycle is paused, the sparkling's frame isn't being forged within the gestation tank but the coding continues to develop, meaning that all the information the frame needs to create a sparkling isn't slowly built up alongside the frame but acquired before the baby even really begins to form… once the pregnancy is reset, the carrier's frame has relatively everything it needs to start making the sparkling, accelerating the process…

4 million years pregnant… I'm in favour of long transformers carrying cycles, but this is ridiculous. Poor Ratchet. He's got a little bit of a pouch on his belly all the time that doesn't look all that heavy, but part of the sparkling has already formed before the war and the weight certainly is there… I wonder who the baby-daddy is. Does it even matter? Maybe it was just a one-night stand, and whoever the daddy was, he died in the war long ago.

Once he's aboard the Lost Light, First Aid won't stop hounding him to reset his pregnancy…

Insisting that all the grumpy bots are grumpy because they've been pregnant for millions of years is such a funny take. Yeah, Cliffjumper is knocked up, i know he is.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i ssee you've readded stray... JBHABSHBJ I genuinely miss this game tbh i need to rewatch it

But! Mind if i request headcanons about a post game stray where the reader was a human in a cryo chamber for all these years and gets found by momo, through following the cat? Maybe they were put in cryo with some others and they happened to have lifeless bots like the up above ones that were managing things and keeping them in cryo until stuff was proven to be fine or smthn

I know its prob not accurrate to the ingame lore but i just find the idea neat </3 BJSHJBSHJB but aye, hope you have a good day!! Stay sfae hydrate

-salt anon

It took a while for Momo to find the cat who freed the Companions from their dark and desolate world.

As he ventured above the surface with the other Outsiders, he saw all sorts of stray cats of different breeds and colors..

But none looked anything like the ginger feline with the vest.

He had worried something terrible happened to it...

Until he spotted it running into a facility with a cryo chamber inside.

He learns it was built for the humans who chose to remain outside the walled city--meant to put them in stasis for hundreds of years.

Apparently robots did exist here, too..although Momo quickly noticed they were all orange and were lacking in both life and personality.

They were the Helpers: simple machines following simple directives until they shutdown, giving him generic statements about the facility.

He's disappointed they never got the chance to "evolve", although he noticed they were guarding several pods lit up with green lights, indicating they were occupied.

The Helpers mentioned them being hibernation chambers that wouldn't be open for another 10 years...

But of course, Momo couldn't wait that long to see a Soft One who's potentially still alive.

Haven't they all waited long enough?

He gets to work reviving one occupant (with help from Doc and a certain cat who distracts the Helpers).

Before long, you're wide awake, coming face-to-face with a Companion who has a unique rainbow screen and a flamingo shirt...and this random kitty rubbing against your legs.

You and Momo just sorta....stare at each other for a while.

And the first thing you ask him is:

"Did you learn to adopt pets like we do?"

After the initial shock and hesitancy to speak to someone Companions considered idols/ancestors/gods..he leads you back to his group and explains how the cat you were currently cradling like a baby did the impossible and opened the city with the help of a drone.

You don't believe it, at first...until security footage Doc and Clementine recovered from the Control Room proved otherwise.

You see that B-12 made a huge sacrifice, which saddened them all, but his consciousness was still very much active in the city network. So he was okay.

In the end, until your fellow humans awakened, you, Momo, and the cat decide to stay together somewhere.

And yes, you both officially adopted the feline as your own--along with any other strays who came along.

[caelesblues]

across the universe (part 2)

⋆｡°✩ what it’s like to love a member of the astral express, even when you’re universes apart ⋆｡°✩

c.w./t.w. fluff with bits of angst, lowercase intended, intense word vomit, an attempt at comedy at march's part

word count: 2057

characters: march 7th, stelle, caelus

gn!reader, title is inspired by “across the universe” by baek yerin, notes at the end

part 1 (with welt, himeko, dan heng)

10 photos were sent 

2 videos were sent

the date-able lady: looklooklook! this is the new planet we’re stopping by! we finally had some time to just kick back, relax, and finally do some sightseeing! 

seen: 12:22 pm

15 photos were sent

the date-able lady: ugh it’s so pretty here! the food is also really good, we had lots of fun trying out the different cafes they have here! also do the photos look good? i tried some new settings to make the photos really pop!

seen: 12:30 pm

3 videos were sent

the date-able lady: you gotta see some of the shenanigans dan heng and our newest member got into! although it’s kinda concerning how they seem to have an affinity for trashcans….

seen: 12:46 pm

the date-able lady: hey! why are you ignoring me!?

seen: 12:47 pm

annoying person (affectionate): oh sorry i was taking a shit

the date-able lady: what the? so this entire time you were just sitting down on the toilet!?

annoying person (affectionate): yeah pretty much, but i also got sucked into the gaming hypothetical’s video explaining the lore of 6 nights at bobby’s

the date-able lady: …..why are you the way that you are?

annoying person (affectionate): you love it though

the date-able lady: you’re right  (•̀⤙•́ )

annoying person (affectionate): ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

being with someone like march is like going on an adventure without really going on one yourself. surely it would feel that way if your partner was an intergalactic traveler, who liked to constantly share about her journeys with you all the time. her trusty camera and phone will always be there to capture various moments of her adventures with her fellow crewmates, ranging from the mundane to the absolutely wild (the amount of photos you’ve received wherein it was apparent they were in the middle of a mission, it’s astonishing).

video calls were also a common occurrence as well, sometimes as a means for her to play as a virtual tour guide for you or  just catch up with her during downtimes. either way you always look forward to these moments.

you truly appreciate the effort march always puts into making you feel included in her adventures, getting to see even just a glimpse of the vastness of the universe you’ve also longed to see. you’ve even become acquainted with the other members of the astral express, becoming familiar and friendly with all of them to a point they’ve considered you an honorary member of the crew (they also promised that you’re always free to join them if you so choose to partake in trailblazing as well).

and so through your lover you also get to be a part of their missions, be embroiled in the numerous intergalactic gossip, meet new people along the way, and feel as though you’re never really apart.

being with march also meant that there is a comfortable sort of stasis encompassing the relationship. stasis in the sense that no matter how far apart you’ve been from one another in such a long time, the very nature of your relationship, how you interact with one another, and how you’ve come to know each other does not change whatsoever. it is a testament to the strength someone like her possesses, not letting things change between you just because she’s no longer beside you.

it’s evident in the way you still go about your interactions, almost as if you aren’t galaxies apart. the initial insecurity of how such a massive distance will change you both and the relationship was quelled just as easily as it had formed in your mind, with the both of you just as naturally going about everything just like how you both easily fell in love. 

people always warn you that lovers who stay apart from one another are an easy breeding ground for them to become strangers eventually, but it’s not like that with march. there is no room for either of you to become estranged, not with the constant updates, efforts to always include one another in activities, making time for little virtual dates, and never once changing in spite of the distance that people said will break you apart.

and although she may have left your home planet a long time ago already, only making the occasional stops when they can, it’s never felt like she was ever gone in the first place to begin with. 

it isn’t easy being born yesterday, abandoned by your mom, be found by strangers, said strangers then inform you that you have the cancer of all worlds implanted in you, and now you join said strangers to travel across the stars-and oh yeah you’re hailed as the savior of an entire planet, and you’ve become an esteemed personality aboard a starfaring ship. well for most normal people the aforementioned things definitely are not an easy feat to accomplish, and that’s without taking into account that those things aren’t so far apart in the timeline of someone’s life. but stelle isn’t just anyone, if you weren’t paying close attention she’s somewhat of an anomaly but also a bigshot already. 

somehow preternaturally gifted in combat, has a knack for getting into mischief, already finding themselves in world changing events, and being the talk of the town wherever she goes-that’s your stelle for you alright. a lot of people are awed by her, either by her talent in fighting, the ability to say the wrong things at the wrong time, or by just being the gremlin that they are; stelle is never without some admirers (and detractors) along the way. 

being such a hotshot would surely get in someone’s head, no? not her though, no one can really quite grasp what’s going inside their head (except you). always sporting a cool and indifferent look on her always-even when in the midst of imminent danger-stelle is able to keep her composure in check. never letting nary a speck of emotion taint their visage, thus never giving others an insight to what they may think or feel.

it makes them seem like that she’s unbothered by everything that surrounds her, but you most certainly know that that isn’t the case. it’s quite evident to you how much is brewing inside stelle, but can’t really let them out one way or another. with news spreading of how immensely capable stelle is, it’s no surprise that people have sought her out for whatever they need help with. running from one point to another, shouldering other people’s workload, getting caught up in others’ personal affairs; it’s a daunting task for someone who’s already carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“oh! you’re that trailblazer right? can you help me with something?”

“it’s the savior of belobog! just in time, come help us for just a bit”

“is it true that you’ve been helping the seat of the divine foresight with the issue about the ambrosial tree? that means you must know your way around the artisanship commission, correct?”

“trailblazer, over here!”

“honarary member!”

“stelle! do you have a minute?”

“hey youngster, you’re not just gonna stand there let them get away with it!”

“stelle, stelle, stelle, stelle, stelle, stellestellestellestelle-“

“breathe in, breathe out. slow and steady breaths, count to ten then name ten things you can see around you. you’re ok, you’re going to be just fine.” these words are what stelle keeps replaying in her mind, a reminder and comfort from you that has helped her in moments wherein she feels like slipping away.

she wonders how you do it, how you’re able to tell so easily when she’s starting to get bogged down with everything. be it through messages or calls you know when to help her calm down, soothing her frazzled state with gentle reminders and helping her get grounded again. 

in stelle’s eyes you’re basically an aeon, with your supernatural ability to always be a stable presence for her even if you’re both so far away from one another. even if she’s seen as someone who is cool and aloof (even being called a menace), you see pass through those and see someone who is still trying to get their footing in this world, and you’re willing enough to stand by her and be the unchanging pillar she can always rely on.

no matter the immense changes she’s constantly facing, stress she’s undergoing, or the turmoil that finds her, you’re an unfaltering constant in her life that she desperately needs.

wonderkid, the boy from beyond the stars, the savior of belobog, general jing yuan’s esteemed guest, the underworld’s boxing champion.

those are just some of the many nicknames caelus has collected across his adventures, always seeming to pick up some more along the way. he is never short of admirers whenever the astral express stops, people instantly in awe of his innate martial prowess, his rather unique (for a lack of a better term) personality and charm, as well as his admittedly good looks.

they cannot help but stop and marvel at the grey haired man, drawn in by the various situations he always seems to find himself in and the sheer aura of confidence he exudes (not to mention that he has an affinity for…being a gremlin that may or may not dig through dumpsters and wayward packages). 

without a doubt caelus has become some sort of celebrity in the places they go to, with some even saying that his name recognition alone can rival that of super popstar ast rickley. even his haters cannot deny that that man can talk the talk, never one to just brag about things but not deliver.

it’s why even his enemies have decided not to take him head on, unless they really had no choice but engage him in a fight-although it isn’t really a surprise that caelus would come out unscathed each and every time. the boy from beyond the stars truly is out of this world (get it?), shaking up the systems of the places he touches upon.

even as his lover you are not immune to gushing about caelus, taking every opportunity to shower him with praises and affection (also because that boy is so easy to fluster, which is just the cherry on top). i mean how can you not? there is so much to him that just warrants all your attention, from his insane fighting skills to how utterly loveable he is.

don’t get him wrong though, caelus loves the fact that you’re not exactly shy with your love for him, but he also feels like he might just explode from all of your loving (not to mention the teasing he gets constantly from march and sometimes himeko). 

but for caelus that isn’t even the best part of being with you, even as fantastic as it is to constantly be showered with your love, his favorite part of being with you is how he can just be himself. no more is he the savior of belobog, the luofuo’s most important guest, the undisputed boxing champion-he can be just caelus, not some kind of otherworldly being that just sprung up out of nowhere, going on fantastical adventures and building up a reputation across the stars. even if you tease him from time to time about this very fact, he knows that deep down to you he is just your precious caelus, the boy you fell in love with when they happen to stop at your home planet.

with you caelus feels like he doesn’t have to be anything that anyone wants him to be, he just has to be your lover, your best friend, and your biggest supporter. it’s possible for him to just be another guy that’s deeply in love, with his significant other that makes him feel like he can take on the entire galaxy (he can’t but he’s getting there). your love does not require him to do anything for you to see him as something worthy of such affections, no need for him to wow you with anything to receive even just an inkling of your warmth. 

so while caelus will be constantly be collecting new nicknames, continue to outdo himself with each new adventure, and ultimately become some sort of celebrity across the universe, with you he’s just another boy in love.

AAAHHHHH part two is also here now! i can finally put this piece to rest ಥ◡ಥ idk if you can tell but i definitely ran out of juice writing these part, since i was already so tired and brain dead writing everything. likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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[wolveria]

On Frozen Wings - Ch 12

Pairing: Crosshair x Hunter

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Hunter thought he was going to lose everything on Tantiss. Instead, he got something back.

AO3

Hundreds of missions completed with a one-hundred percent success rate. And in the end, they lost.

Or… thought they had.

Their infiltration into the base had gone awry almost immediately, their progress halted by a team of Imperial operatives just as well trained as the Batch. They were outnumbered and outgunned.

Hunter had been knocked out before they even had a chance.

He awoke in one of Hemlock’s labs, already in the throes of whatever machine he used to break the other clones. The insidious pain wormed its way into his skull, tried to pry him open and empty him out, like a burrowing creature that wouldn’t stop until he was a hollow husk.

And even through all of that, the throbbing in his head and Hemlock’s victory speech, which Hunter flagrantly ignored, he spotted Crosshair. Unconscious and trapped in another machine, his right hand ended in a stump that the medical droid finished cauterizing.

Sorrow buried deep in his chest, and then it ignited into rage as he watched Hemlock’s progress with a furious need to tear him apart. But he couldn’t break free before the machine sent him into a blinding, consuming hole where only agony existed.

It seemed to go on for an eternity until Omega freed them, only to be taken away by Hemlock. Hunter tried to follow, but he was unsteady, off-balance, his head a hive of angry hornets. A high-pitched ringing persisted, the planet wouldn’t stop spinning around him, and he distantly wondered if he was going blind, the edges of his vision dark.

He’d never felt so helpless. He hadn’t even sensed the operative behind him, poised to shoot, until Crosshair kicked him in the shoulder and knocked him off-balance.

Hunter saw the opening and took the shot.

Only after the electrospear was in the air did he glimpse what he’d first felt in the hanger. This was the closest Hunter had been to the assassin that had followed them like an ill omen.

Something was wrong.

The spear punctured through the middle of the assassin and pinned him to the stasis pod behind him.

Hunter couldn’t move. The electromagnetic signature, the heartbeat, even the hint of a faint scent that couldn’t be covered by the uniform.

But that heartbeat was fading. Hunter stumbled forward, grabbed the assassin’s helmet.

Please no, please no, pleasedon’t—

The helmet unsealed with a hiss, and he lifted it away.

Hunter was going to be sick.

He turned to Crosshair, whose own expression had gone abnormally pale.

“Help me,” Hunter pleaded. Not knowing himself if he meant getting him down or keeping him alive or—

“Here.” Crosshair grabbed Hunter’s vibroblade from where it was clipped to the assassin’s belt and held it out to him. “Use it.”

Hunter stared at him in horror.

“On the spear,” Crosshair instructed, his voice steady as he gripped his good arm around the assassin’s chest. “Cut through it. I’ll catch him.”

It was that calm, even tone that cleared some of the panicked haze from Hunter’s head. With great care and deep, slow breaths, Hunter sliced through the small space between flesh and metal. The spear separated from the pod, its edges glowing from the vibroblade, and they carefully set him on the ground. The spear was still impaled in his stomach, and before Hunter could reach for it, Crosshair’s words stopped him cold.

“We can’t remove it. It’ll kill him.”

He’s already dying, Hunter didn’t point out. Crosshair didn’t need him to.

Hunter could feel the assassin, or who they thought was the assassin, slip further and further away. But Hunter’s senses were also clearing, and he realized they weren’t alone.

“The others,” Hunter croaked. “They’re nearby.”

Crosshair immediately understood what he wanted—he called out Echo and Wrecker’s names, all while Hunter focused on the wound he had caused. They didn’t have any bacta left, and even if they did, this would need more than what they carried around in their supply packs.

And Omega needed him. Hunter was torn in two, hunched over the figure as he stared at his pale, bloodless face, praying to the Force or whatever deity would listen that he would open his eyes. Hunter needed to see them, proof that this was real.

Their other two brothers joined them, leaning against each other and looking worse for wear. Echo favored his right shoulder, and Wrecker had been shot at least once, but those injuries were forgotten when they saw the motionless figure.

Wrecker stumbled forward, his expression its own kind of fatal wound.

“…Tech?”

Echo pulled off his stolen helmet, his own expression brittle.

“We need bacta,” Hunter said, not addressing what they all could see.

“Hunter…”

“No,” he bit out and glared up at Echo. “He’s going to be fine.”

Echo didn’t say anything, but his expression said enough. Hunter ignored him, ignored everything, his only focus on the brother who needed them. There was no mistaking him for anyone else. The same stern features softened and slack in unconsciousness.

Hunter didn’t know how it was possible, but he couldn’t- he couldn’t lose him again.

But Tech was too still, too quiet, and his lips were turning purplish-blue.

“He’s not breathing.” Hunter looked up, desperate for answers, which instinctively made him look to Crosshair. “We need a bacta tank. There has to be one somewhere on this base.”

“Not enough time. My guess, his diaphragm is punctured.”

Before Hunter could insist they do something, Crosshair’s frown went focused and he left Hunter’s side to search a side cabinet. He brought back a black case and knelt opposite Hunter on Tech’s other side. He opened it, revealing several compartments, the bottom one revealing a long syringe containing some kind of solution, along with what looked like a battery pack.

“We have to wait for his heart to stop,” Crosshair said as he lifted the syringe and examined the liquid inside.

“What?”

“Otherwise, it will just send his heart into an abnormal rhythm.” Crosshair gave Hunter a grim look. “I’ve seen Hemlock’s doctors use it enough times. The reconditioning process is… harsh.”

Hunter couldn’t think about the implications of that, how Crosshair himself might have… No. He couldn’t think about it. Not when he was so close to the edge of something he feared he wouldn’t return from.

“Wrecker.”

Their brother took a moment to respond, his face streaked with silent tears, and he looked at Crosshair with a pleading sort of confusion that was painful to even look at.

“Grab that cart over there, the one with the tubes. Once we restart his heart, we’ll need to do his breathing for him.”

Wrecker obeyed without question, quickly bringing over the equipment and setting it up next to where they knelt. Crosshair grabbed the mask but didn’t put it over Tech’s face yet, and Echo hovered nearby, also ready to help. He looked even paler than usual, and it couldn’t be easy seeing a place like this, with his brother being used in a painfully familiar way.

Hunter grit his teeth and looked up at Crosshair, determined.

“What do you need me to do?”

Crosshair met his eye with the same determination.

“Tell me when his heart stops beating.”

Hunter paced in front of the door to the surgery bay, which remained solidly shut despite how much he glared at it. It had been a long time since he’d been on a Republic medical station, and finding out Rex had a decommissioned one hidden away had been a lucky break. Maybe the Force had heard Hunter, after all.

He ached all over, his head splitting, and he could still smell the faint acrid stench of ozone and singed flesh from his own time spent in Hemlock’s machine.

But no one would be hurt by Hemlock again. He was dead, and even Hunter didn’t know who delivered the killing shot with how many bolts he and Crosshair filled him with.

Rampart was also dead, and Hunter’s only regret was that he hadn’t done the deed himself. Crosshair just seemed relieved at the news, a weight lifted off his shoulders that he’d hidden well but seemed so obvious now that it was gone.

Hunter was glad of that, he really was. He just couldn’t… settle. Couldn’t stop moving, and he continued his pacing in front of the door.

Crosshair eyed him from his spot on the bench, a toothpick in his mouth as he watched Hunter’s restless progress.

“You haven’t slept in three rotations,” he drawled. “Sit down.”

Hunter didn’t respond. How long did it take a medical droid and combat medic to finish three-hour emergency surgery?

“Hunter. You’re going to pass out.”

“I’m fine. How long since they started?”

“Twenty-six minutes. Sit.”

He almost growled a response about how he wasn’t a damn dog, but then he caught sight of Crosshair’s arm. The stump was wrapped in a medical brace, one that would provide pain relief and further healing after the cruel cauterization done by Hemlock’s droids.

Hunter let out a breath and allowed himself to sit next to Crosshair. Just the act of getting off his feet was enough for exhaustion to grip him by the neck, but he fought off its heavy weight. He wouldn’t rest until it was over.

Crosshair, apparently, had other plans.

“Come here.”

He pulled Hunter down onto his shoulder, and Hunter gave only token resistance. He naturally sought out Crosshair’s neck, burying his face there and breathing in his scent.

“Can’t sleep yet,” he mumbled but didn’t pull away.

“You’re not sleeping. You’re resting your eyes.”

Hunter let out a huff, too bone-weary to laugh. All he wanted was to pull Crosshair into his bed (their bed?) on Pabu and sleep for a week. The kids were being looked after by Echo, Rex, and Wrecker, and probably any other clone that happened to wander by. Maybe Hemlock had a point about clones being paternal, but it was the only good point he’d ever made in a long line of terrible ones.

Including what he’d said about Hunter having lost a member of his squad and history was about to repeat itself. He’d practically rubbed it in his face that Tech had been his operative this whole time.

Hunter didn’t know how Tech had survived the fall, or what he could remember, if anything. What was left of him after Hemlock’s torture? Hunter hadn’t been in that machine for long, and he’d felt strange for hours afterward, like his skin didn’t quite fit right.

Uncertainty plagued Hunter like a ghost, a shadow, not unlike how Tech’s absence had lingered over every decision he’d made since Eriadu. And now here he was. Crosshair had managed to restart his heart with the syringe filled with bacta, adrenaline, and some kind of experimental concoction that no one but Tech would have understood. The syringe had also been equipped with a battery pack that shocked his heart directly through the needle, and Hunter had to try very hard not to think about Crosshair enduring the same brutal procedure.

But it had worked, and Echo and Wrecker had carried Tech back to the shuttle while Crosshair and Hunter caught up to Omega. Hemlock had been waylaid by a group of freed clone prisoners who had managed to subdue and stun the clone commando he was always with.

Without his bodyguard, and a little help from Omega, they’d stopped Hemlock for good. Omega was finally safe, and she hadn’t let go of Hunter or Crosshair the entire journey away from Tantiss. They’d all returned from the mission, including some unexpected additions, such as the clone scientist Emerie, and a group of “Jedi tubies,” as Wrecker had taken to calling them.

They had survived. Hunter couldn’t quite believe it, and he knew part of that was due to the lack of sleep. They’d been trained to endure long periods of sleep deprivation, but this was pushing it even for them.

And with his pauldrons removed, Crosshair was very comfortable. He gently stroked Hunter’s hair, and he was so out of it he couldn’t remember when that started. He drifted in and out, fighting to stay awake. Tech still needed him.

He couldn’t fall asleep. Had to… be there when he woke up…

When the door slid open, Hunter sat upward so fast he almost headbutted Crosshair in the jaw.

Kix gave him a look of poorly hidden amusement, but there was softness there too. That had to be a good sign, right? He wouldn’t look like that if Tech was—

“How is he?” Hunter asked as he got to his feet too fast, his vision spinning. He shook his head, indicating he was fine when Kix tried to approach him, but he needn’t have bothered. Crosshair was right there at his side, looping an arm around his waist to keep him steady.

If Kix was surprised by their odd closeness, he didn’t show it.

“Stable. The surgery went well. No complications. He’s still out, but I think that’s best for now, keep him sedated and in a bacta tank.”

“For how long?” Hunter pressed, sensing something more than what Kix was saying.

“At least another three days, then I’ll reassess. It’s… not just the abdominal injury. There’s nerve damage to his spine.”

Hunter had tried to prepare himself for that. It was a lucky shot all he did was graze Tech’s spine with the spear, but still, Hunter wavered. He only remained standing because Crosshair’s supportive arm kept him that way.

“How… bad?”

“There’s a good chance of partial recovery. He may have some mobility issues, but I think he’ll do well with physical therapy.” Kix paused, as if to carefully choose his words. “That’s honestly not my biggest concern. It’s the brain damage he sustained while in Imperial custody. It’s extensive. And no, I won’t know how severe or how permanent until he wakes up.”

Hunter knew there were questions he should ask, but he couldn’t voice any of them. He simply stood there, trying to process Kix’s words.

“He might not remember us?”

Crosshair’s voice was quiet, and Kix’s gaze was sympathetic.

“He might not remember anything.”

They were silent for a long moment, and when he thought Kix might end the conversation, he gave Crosshair a curious look.

“But you went through the process, and as far as I know, you don’t have any memory recall issues. I would like to ask more about that, and the reconditioning procedure in general. The more I know about it, the better equipped I’ll be to ease him through this transition period.”

Before, Crosshair always shut down or changed the subject when his imprisonment on Tantiss was brought up. But he nodded at Kix, mouth pressed into a determined line.

“I can do that.”

“Good.” Kix glanced between them both, a brow raised. “But that can wait. You both need sleep, and I seem to have found myself with a whole medbay full of brothers requiring my attention.”

“Wait,” Hunter said as the medic started to turn away. “Can we… see him?”

Kix’s smile was soft.

“Figured you’d ask. He’s down the hall where the bacta tanks are stationed. Tank two, though I’m sure you’ll have no trouble picking him out.”

“Thank you, Kix. Really.”

The medic put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“We’ve come a long way from Anaxes, eh?”

Hunter let out a tired chuckle.

“A lifetime.”

It really did feel that way. Hunter wasn’t the same person he was then, but that could be said of all of them.

Especially their brother suspended in the tank, Hunter and Crosshair watching him, side-by-side. He looked peaceful, slightly curled as he floated in the soft blue light, and Hunter was suddenly reminded of the clone incubators on Kamino. Something sharp twinged in his chest, settling into a dull ache.

He leaned against Crosshair, barely able to keep his own feet between the exhaustion and imbalance that Hemlock’s machine had caused. He’d have to have Kix look at him later. For now, he just wanted to see his family together again, in a way he hadn’t thought possible.

Worst case, Tech might not remember anything, but he was still Tech. Hunter was sure there was some part of him that would fight its way to the surface. Tech was just as much a soldier as they were, and he wouldn’t give up. He was too stubborn for that.

They would just have to wait.

“Think we can find a spare bunk?” Crosshair asked quietly, his eyes still on their brother suspended in the bacta solution. “At this point, any horizontal surface will do.”

Hunter considered it. He was far too tired to do anything, but if Crosshair wanted to just… well, use him, then—yeah, Hunter was fine with that. More than fine with it. He found himself wanting to touch Crosshair, reassure himself they were both still there. Crosshair still smelled too much like that place, and Hunter wanted to claim every inch of him until Crosshair smelled like… well, him.

At Hunter turning his head to nose against his neck and pull him closer, Crosshair gave an indignant noise.

“For sleep, Hunter.”

“Oh.”

He might have been embarrassed if he was more awake, but as it was, he was now exhausted with a confusing half-erection.

Crosshair sighed and tugged Hunter by his waist. Hunter looked back one last time, reassured himself that Tech was still there, and let Crosshair take him where he wanted.

Next Chapter

[winxanity-ii]

LITTLE RED

ship: klaus x fem!witch!reader warnings: non-explicit (i don't really know, i only count explicit for sex tbh) word count: 3.8k a/n: Y'all know what time it is...it's time for the annual fall in love with The Originals/The Vampire Diaries season😫❤️❤️

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The last dying rays of the sun slanted through the trees, casting long shadows that merged into the encroaching darkness.

The woods were a sanctuary, a place where the raw beauty of nature soothed the soul. Ancient trees stretched toward the sky, their branches etched like dark veins against the orange-red backdrop of the setting sun.

The smell of damp earth and decaying leaves permeated the air, filling your nostrils with that comforting, earthy aroma.

But even amidst all this peace, there was a knot of tension in your belly, an unsettling feeling you couldn’t shake off.

You pulled your red cloak closer around you, its hood draped over your head like a protective shroud. Your basket swung lightly against your hip as you navigated through the twisted roots and overgrown bushes that made up the forest floor.

You were humming a soft tune under your breath, an old lullaby that used to put you to sleep as a child. The melody mixed with the sounds of nature, harmonizing with the distant call of a nightingale and the subtle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

The song served as a bridge between you and the forest, inviting you deeper into its labyrinthine depths.

But then you heard it—a stifled sob, followed by a low, cruel laugh. It cut through the peaceful backdrop like a serrated blade, jolting your senses.

Your pace quickened, each step heavier than the last, guided by the haunting echoes that grew louder as you approached the source.

Emerging from the dense underbrush, you came into a clearing and froze.

A young boy with tousled brown hair, probably around 12 years old, was pinned between two figures. He was dressed in what you could only guess were once clean, mage-appropriate clothes, now marred with dirt and blood.

The skin around his neck was soaked in red, where the female vampire’s fangs were currently lodged. Her fiery red hair contrasted sharply with the pale, death-like complexion of her skin, and her eyes glowed a dull, hypnotic red.

On the other side of the boy, a male vampire stood with golden-blond hair framing a face that would have been handsome if it weren’t twisted in an expression of delight. Blood smeared his lips and chin as he momentarily lifted his mouth from the boy's other shoulder, clearly having had his share before you arrived.

The boy's face was a mask of pure agony, eyes clenched shut, as though willing himself to wake up from a nightmare.

The scene was sickening. You could practically taste the glee coming off the vampires; they were reveling in the power they had over their young victim.

Anger flared within you, making your body tremble uncontrollably for a moment. Your fingers clutched the handle of your basket so hard your knuckles turned white.

Every instinct you had screamed at you to do something, to end this abomination of a scene right here, right now.

The moment the blond vampire's eyes locked onto yours, you didn't hesitate. Your focus sharpened, and an invisible force hurled the two vampires away from the boy.

They were thrown back as if hit by a gust of hurricane winds, the blond male tumbling into a tangle of branches and shrubs, and the redhead landing on her back with a thud.

Quickly, you strode over to the boy, who was now lying limply on the ground. Gently placing your hand on his chest, you invoked a healing stasis combined with sleep paralysis.

A translucent bubble encased him like a protective cocoon, and with another thought, you elevated him high above the trees.

Safe, at least for now.

The male vampire regained his composure and lunged at you, fangs exposed, snarling like a wild animal. But before he even got close, you whipped around, and your thoughts hurled him to the left, violently crashing him into a thick cluster of trees.

Simultaneously, your right hand reached out to target the female, gripping her throat with an invisible force.

Closing your left hand into a fist, you heard the male vampire let out a pained grunt. His body started to stretch, elongating painfully against the trunk of a tree. It was like he was being stretched on some invisible rack. "Stay put, bloodsucker," you spat, eyes flicking momentarily to ensure he was immobilized.

Swiveling back to the redhead, who was struggling to get to her feet, you tightened your invisible grip around her throat.

Slowly, your unseen force lifted her off the ground. She clawed at the air, trying to dislodge your psychic grasp. "Having fun yet?" you taunted, pulling her closer. "Is this how you get your kicks? Feeding off defenseless kids?" Your words dripped with contempt.

As you locked eyes with her, your own eyes started to shimmer, cycling through an array of soft pastel colors. Then they darkened, a kaleidoscopic storm settling into a focused, threatening hue.

You tightened your psychic grip around her throat, just enough to make her gasp for air she didn’t need. Then, with a flick of your wrist, you tossed her aside like a piece of trash.

As she hit the ground, you splayed your fingers wide, and her body obliged, stretching out into an awkward starfish position, each limb pinned by an unseen force.

"Let me go, bitch," she hissed, fangs on full display and eyes ablaze in a menacing red. She struggled, but the force you'd wrapped around her held firm.

You laughed, but there was no humor in it—only the promise of reckoning—as you strolled over to her. "Look at you, all defenseless and pinned to the ground. Not so high and mighty now, huh?" The words came out almost playfully, but the undertone was anything but.

Dropping your gaze, you lifted your foot and stomped down on her chest. She managed a strained cough, then laughed weakly. "I-Is that all you've got?"

You made a pouty face, letting out a mock-whiny, "You didn’t even let me try," but it shifted into a dark, knowing smirk a moment later.

Confusion flickered across the vampire's face, quickly replaced by realization and horror. She coughed again, more violently this time, and blood splattered from her mouth. "W-What the fuck d-did you do to me?"

With slow deliberation, you lifted your foot. A vibrant green vine emerged from your sole, its other end already embedded in the vampire's chest.

As you stepped back, the vine detached from your foot with almost graceful ease, like a paintbrush lifting away from a canvas after the final stroke.

For a few seconds, the vine quivered in the air, curling and uncurling before morphing into a sharp point and plunging deep into the vampire's chest.

"Son of a bitch! When I get out of this, I'll rip you apart!" the male vampire shouted from his tangled prison of branches and unseen magical restraints. His words were a raw snarl, each syllable promising violence and retribution; it was almost like he was trying to fill the clearing with his rage, as if that could free him.

Hearing his threat, you couldn't help but shoot a sidelong glare at him, your face hardening into a steely expression.

"Let her go, you witch! I swear, if you touch her—"

With a scowl forming on your face, you raised your left hand and opened your clenched fist. "Oh, shut the hell up!" you shouted. At your command, a brutal force gripped the male vampire's throat, and in a sickening moment, you could see his eyes bulge as his voice box was violently torn out.

Blood spewed from the gaping wound and his mouth; he tried to scream but could only gurgle, his face turning a ghastly shade.

His vampiric healing abilities kicked in, struggling to close the wound, but you were one step ahead.

A faint golden shimmer coated the wound, preventing it from healing and causing it to reopen repeatedly, like an endless loop of pain. It was a grotesque imitation of Prometheus's eternal punishment, his wound ever-renewing.

Shifting your gaze back to the redhead vampire on the ground, she was writhing in agony and terror. Her eyes, now filled with a horrifying realization, darted between you and her tortured partner.

Falling into a squat, you leaned over to stroke her fiery red hair. "Aw, don't worry, sweetie," you cooed in mock concern, "your turn is coming soon."

The moment the last word left your lips, the female vampire let out a spine-chilling screech that could give La Llorona a run for her money.

Despite your hold on her, her back arched, lifting a few inches off the ground as if defying your magical constraints.

Just then, the green vine that had earlier embedded itself into her chest sprouted explosively from every crevice of her body. Like tendrils of some plant, they shot into the soil beneath her, pulling her several feet below ground level.

The vines thickened and pulsed, absorbing the flowing crimson from her body.

Almost instantaneously, an array of dark red flowers bloomed along these vines, filling the air with the faint but unmistakable scent of blood.

Florae Sanguinis.

You hummed appreciatively, staring down at the rare mystical flowers that had just bloomed; it was a primary ingredient for many spells and potions.

With a satisfied nod, you plucked a few of the blood-red blossoms and dropped them into your basket. As they fell, the basket glowed faintly gold, signaling the activation of your dimensional storage. The flowers vanished from sight, safely tucked away for future use.

Standing up, you caught sight of the male vampire still writhing in agony, suspended in the trees. "Oh," you mused, a playful lilt in your voice. "My bad, almost forgot about you."

With a casual flick of your left wrist, you undid the magical bindings holding him in place. But instead of transforming him into another Florae Sanguinis like his partner, he combusted spontaneously, reducing to a spray of blood and entrails that splattered all over the oak tree he was pinned to.

As you strolled toward the floating protective bubble holding the young boy, you talked to yourself, pondering your decision. "Hmm, no need for another one here. I kinda want this spot to be my secret garden," you mused. "Plus, having two Florae bushes in one spot would make this place way too popular. One's enough to keep it mysterious but not make it a local tourist trap for every wannabe spellcaster."

Satisfied with your logic, you continued on, leaving behind a gruesome but strangely beautiful scene.

You waved your hand, and the bubble hovering above dissolved, its shimmering essence sinking into the petals of the lush flower bed you had just conjured.

As the boy gently settled onto the floral cushion, you squatted beside him to inspect his condition. Another hum of approval escaped your lips as you noted the absence of any vampire-inflicted wounds.

Tsking at the torn and bloodstained state of his clothes, you flicked your wrist and watched as the fabric seamlessly mended itself.

There, good as new.

Gently, you brushed your fingers against his cheek while whispering an incantation. His eyelids fluttered open, and with a gasp, he was awake.

Initially disoriented, his eyes filled with tears as he scuttled backward, shaken and fearful. A brief flashback raced through his mind: he had been following his clan's designated trail when he was yanked into the woods and attacked two vampires.

You made a soothing noise and extended your arms, pulling him gently toward you. The tension in his small frame loosened almost instantly as he nestled under your chin, enwrapped in a warm, comforting aura.

Rocking gently, you shushed him, repeating that he was safe now. His breathing slowed, and the tremors subsided.

Gently pulling away, you cupped his face with your hands and wiped away the remnants of his tears. "Are you okay, little one?"

His eyes locked onto yours for a moment before he broke down again. "I-I was w-walking... v-vampires got m-me... s-so scared."

"Shh, it's all right," you cooed, leaning in to nose to his forehead gently, a traditional act of endearment witches often shared with young members of their community to console them.

Recognizing the familiar gesture, one he'd experienced from the elders in his own clan, the boy sighed and leaned into the touch, finally allowing himself the relief of feeling safe.

You pulled back, locking eyes with him once more. "They can't hurt you anymore," you reassured him, your voice tinged with a gravity that left no room for doubt.

With the young wizard finally calm, you rose to your feet and extended a hand to help him up. A flick of your wrist summoned his dropped satchel, mending any damage it had sustained during the ordeal.

You draped it carefully over his shoulder, making sure it sat comfortably.

Reaching into your enchanted basket, which glowed faintly gold as your dimensional storage activated, you pulled out one of the freshly plucked Florae Sanguinis blooms.

A protective bubble formed around the mystical flower. "I suspect some members of your clan will be thrilled to have this," you said, handing it to him. "If you break the bubble under a full moon, the flower will multiply, and its magic will intensify."

His eyes widened with delight, and he nodded, soaking in every instruction you offered.

Your smile returned, softer this time, as you used your hand to smooth down his hair. You brought your thumb up to your mouth and let one of your canines elongate momentarily into a delicate fang. You pricked your finger, and the blood that welled up glowed with a faint shimmer of gold.

Carefully, you reached over and drew a cross on his forehead, completing it with a circle that surrounded it, and pressed a small dot in the center. The symbol pulsed softly, shifting between shades of red and pink, warming the skin beneath it and radiating a soothing energy.

Feeling the comforting heat, the boy's eyes lit up, and he gave you a toothy grin before bowing. "May your path forever be lit with the light of a thousand stars," he said, his voice tinged with an innocence that made the words resonate more profoundly.

With a final, affectionate pat on his head, you gently turned him toward the path ahead. "Get home safe."

He nodded vigorously, a look of newfound confidence in his eyes, and took off down the path, which glowed with a faint, ethereal blue.

As he ran, your blessing activated into the shape of a blessed deity that manifested at his back—a goddess draped in celestial robes, her eyes like twin moons, and her hair a cascade of shimmering stardust. She whispered encouragements into his ear, her voice a melodic hum that only he could hear, while also alerting him to any impending dangers on his route.

With her divine guidance, his journey promised to be as smooth as the still surface of a moonlit lake.

Relieved that the young wizard was now safe and under divine protection, you let out a sigh, the tension leaving your shoulders.

As you pivoted, prepared to get back to your own affairs, you found yourself startlingly face-to-face with a man whose presence felt almost as ancient as the woods around you.

The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting eerie shadows that highlighted the sharp angles of his face. His eyes were a captivating shade of blue that seemed to glow with wild intensity, a sharp contrast to his perfectly styled blond hair. He carried himself with an air of nobility and danger that seemed untouched by time.

There was something unnervingly familiar about him.

Your mind raced to place him, and then it hit you—he was the monster from the tales whispered around campfires, the cautionary figure used to scare kids into behaving.

"Klaus Mikaelson," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

You put a name to the myth standing before you.

He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, wandering all alone in the dark forest, are we? What brings you out here at this hour, Little Red?" His eyes drifted to your red cloak and then to the basket you were clutching tightly. "And what's in the basket? Off to grandmother’s house, perhaps?"

You felt a chill run down your spine at the nickname, but you forced yourself to stand tall. Ignoring the way you shivered, you replied, "I could ask you the same. You're far from New Orleans." You couldn’t help but be cautious, your upbringing filled with tales of the infamous Mikaelson family, stories laced with blood, betrayal, and the sort of magic that could level entire villages.

He chuckled, a sound that sent another shiver through you. "Touché, Little Red. But you see, I have some business to attend to. Some of my... associates have gone missing. Suspiciously so. Word has it, some witches are meddling where they shouldn't."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You gripped your cloak tighter, as if it could shield you from his piercing gaze. "I wouldn’t know anything about that," you said carefully. "I haven't been near the French Quarter in months. Not since the Council imposed those restrictions on witches."

"Oh, come now," Klaus said, taking a step closer. "Surely a resourceful witch like you doesn't let a little thing like a Council get in her way. Especially when old friends come calling."

Your eyes widened slightly. "I don’t know what you're talking about."

He smiled knowingly. "Don't you? I hear you've been seen with Davina lately. Catching up on old times, perhaps?"

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "Davina and I haven't spoken in ages."

He raised an eyebrow. "Lying doesn't suit you, love."

Your mind raced. How much did he know? How much had he guessed? "Believe what you want," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I had nothing to do with your missing henchmen."

He began to circle you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The effect was unsettling, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Maybe. Maybe not. But you see, I can't take any chances."

"Tell me," he said softly, "what's really in that basket?"

You felt a surge of defiance. "Just some herbs and supplies. Nothing that would interest you."

He smirked. "Everything about you interests me."

Before you could react, he was suddenly standing inches away, his sudden closeness catching you off guard. His breath was warm against your skin. "Did I scare you, love?" he cooed softly, the mocking tone evident in his voice.

His proximity was electric, challenging, and for a moment you forgot the cautionary tales, the warnings, the age-old stories of treachery that were synonymous with his name.

You recovered quickly, swallowing down the involuntary fear and forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I'm not easily scared," you replied, locking eyes with him. "Especially not by wolves masquerading as men."

Klaus laughed, a rich sound that echoed through the trees. "You wound me, Little Red," he said softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But perhaps I can return the favor."

In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere changed.

His hand shot out, gripping your neck and forcing you to tilt your head back, your gaze locking with his.

As if to soften the severity of the moment, he let his other hand drift up to caress the side of your face. His finger traced the contours of your cheek, your jawline, a strangely tender action that stood in stark contrast to the grip he had on your neck.

You gasped, your hands instinctively reaching up to try to pry his fingers away; his touch was surprisingly gentle, but you could feel the power simmering beneath the surface. "L-Let go of me," you managed to choke out.

He smiled coldly. "Now, now, no need for that. I just wanted to give you a little... reminder." He leaned in closer. "You see," he purred, his voice lowering to a rumble that reverberated through you. "I’m not just any wolf..."

His eyes began to glow a fierce gold. "...I'm the original, big... bad... wolf." Black veins crept across his face, a dark web of power, and his fangs elongated—both the sharp canines of a vampire and the deadly incisors of a werewolf.

Panic surged through you, but you forced yourself to focus. 

The spellwork you had learned from years of study—scribbled into the margins of old grimoires and whispered to you by wise mentors—echoed in your mind. In a split-second decision, you channeled your own latent power, surging it up from your core and pushing it outward.

With a wordless chant formed in your thoughts, you created a shimmering shield between you and Klaus.

A burst of energy pushed him back, forcing him to release you. For a moment, just a heartbeat, his grip faltered and his eyes widened in genuine surprise. "Impressive," he said, brushing himself off. "I didn't expect that."

You held Klaus's gaze, a shiver trickling down your spine as you sensed the weight of his ancient, predatory aura. Your hand tightened around your basket, grasping it like a lifeline. "Stories have beginnings and endings, but some also have cautionary tales."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stalked back over, more cautious than before. "Ah, but those are the best kinds, aren't they? Because cautionary tales are born from danger, and danger," he leaned in just a hair closer, lowering his voice to a silky whisper, "is oh so thrilling."

You stepped back, holding your hands up defensively. "Stay away from me," you warned.

He chuckled. "Or what? You’ll cast another spell? You and I both know that won’t stop me for long."

You glared at him. "Maybe not," you admitted. "But it might give me enough time to get away."

He tilted his head. "Why run? The night’s still young. We could have so much fun."

You shook your head. "I have no interest in playing your games."

He sighed dramatically. "Pity." Finally, he stepped back, putting physical distance between you that did little to break the tension stretching taut as a wire. "Until we meet again, Little Red. I'll be looking forward to reading the next chapter." He turned, his form melding seamlessly into the shadows, and you were left standing there in a clearing that suddenly felt too big and too small all at once.

It felt like ages before you were sure he was gone and you could drop your shield. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding. You took a moment to steady yourself, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

As you walked away, the forest around you settling into nocturnal life, you couldn’t shake off the unsettling feeling that had crawled under your skin.

You knew this wasn’t the last you’d see of Klaus Mikaelson. And as much as you feared him, a part of you was drawn to the mystery and danger he represented.

Your story with him had twisted roots and uncertain paths—paths that you were both eager and afraid to tread.

A/N: i couldnt stop myself 😭😭

[asimp4bee]

Does Mea have a backstory? If so care to share? And are there different backstories in different continuities?

Ooh this is gonna be a long one so strap in!

Genesis / My TF universe

Genesis is still in working progress but here's what I summed up so far for Mea!

-Everything takes place in the Visayas, Philippines in a small town named 'Alpas' (fictional town I made). Mea had to move to Alpas with her mother and step-father as a young child, her bio-father is out of the picture. She felt out of place in school and didn't have many friends. On the night of her 7th birthday, the Fulmine (Voltage & Zodiac's ship) crashed nearby the compound she lives in.

-She sneaks out the property and goes to check it out where she meets Voltage (at this point Zodiac is still in stasis lock). She later forms a familial bond with Voltage. 12 years pass and Mea is turning 19 years old. For her 19th, Voltage promised to take her on a trip to search for Energon for the Fulmine and it's on that trip where things all started to go wrong for her (I can't say much anymore cause it'll be spoilers for the story 👀)

TFP / Aligned Continuity

I've posted old stuff about Mea's place in TFP but this is the updated one!

-Beginning is pretty similiar to her backstory in Genesis except Voltage isn't present, he and Mea don't get to meet but in his place is Zodiac instead (Mea and Zodiac do not have a familial bond like Mea does with Voltage). Mea runs into Zodiac and his crashed ship on her 19th birthday after she run off during a bad fight with her mother. After getting practically jumpscared by Zodiac, Mea forms a close bond with him.

-(The events here happened before the Darkness Rising episodes). Months pass, Zodiac and Mea always go on trips on the Fulmine whenever she gets into a fight with her mother. On one trip to Jasper however they run into Starscream and the Vehicons. Zodiac put up a good fight with Starscream but he ultimately gets killed by him. The Dagitab relic (new name for the Kyklos relic) is then passed on to Mea who quickly runs off back to the Fulmine.

-Mea didn't know how to operate the Fulmine and so she hides out in the ship for days on in a place she doesn't know up until Team Prime finds her. They bring in Agent Fowler who helps to contact her parents but he can't let her go back home as the Decepticons would surely target her too and so Fowler sets her up with her own personal apartment in Jasper, all expenses accounted for, most of her time being spent in the Autobot base (She doesn't want a guardian despite Optimus' insistence, Mea is still mourning Zodiac's death but she ends up becoming close with Bumblebee).

Transformers:Earthspark

ES! Mea's background is shorter than the first two if I'm being honest sbdhdbf

-Her backstory is similiar to Genesis (Voltage and Zodiac are both alive. Mea and Zodiac had a short relationship before they parted ways. Voltage still lives with Mea). Before the war had ended, Mea was a mechanic and she often frequented on camping trips. That's where she met Bumblebee by accident. The two got close and when Bumblebee had "died", Mea was devastated.

-Fifteen years later, Mea still works as a mechanic but she moves to Witwicky with Voltage (who worked under Ghost). When the news came that Bumblebee was actually alive, Mea was livid with Optimus and the other Autobots for keeping it from her despite knowing the nature of their relationship. Mea was also pissed with Bumblebee but she tries to get over it and forgive him, trying to build back their relationship.

Transformers Animated

Still working out for Mea's backstory here in TFA but here's a basis of it!

-Voltage n Zodiac sadly aren’t alive in the Animated verse. They both didn’t make it in the crash but the relic was keeping Zodiac alive for just a little longer. Mea finds the crashed Fulmine and he ventures inside out of pure curiosity. Once inside, he finds Voltage’s offline body and Zodiac barely holding on. Zodiac sees Mea and he begs for him to take the relic away to end it all. Freaked out, Mea did as asked and he took the relic away, causing Zodiac to go offline for good. Mea takes back the relic back home and tries to make sense of what he found. Should he report it to Fanzone? Go to the Autobots?

-Before he could do anything further, the relic starts reacting and it attaches itself to Mea’s chest. The surge of electricity and power causes extreme pain for him, creating a large scar on his chest. The relic allows him to have a second Cybertronian body, basically making him similiar to a techno-organic but not completely unlike Sari.

And that's about all I've got! For Knightverse and Bayverse, her backstory is a mix between Genesis and TFP. Cyberverse I can't say much yet cause I have to finish watching it first.