#Jupiter Thread starter

[oftears]

@liesandalibis

Even with the bright golds and accents of red, Faye Valentine slid into his space like a shadow pouring over the floor, content to stake her claim on the always vacant seat at the end of the bar.

Honestly, he was shocked some pervert hadn't stolen it from the establishment the last time a woman's presence had graced white leather, but Julia had been more than a singular woman- Almost untouchable, a mythical creature never seen and only spoken of in hushed and reverent whispers. She possessed grace and presence, this mysterious and otherworldly quality off-colored by a deep unspoken sadness.

Perhaps they had recognized the same lingering scent of cigarettes and melancholia in each other, Julia had endeared herself to the musician within the span of a heartbeat- all easy charm and warm, if distant smiles. He wasn't sure what she was running from, what horrors dogged and lunged at her heels, a past only spoken of in the vaguest of senses: I knew a man once, but that was a long time ago. For all the unknown years that spanned the period of time she referenced, she would speak of him fondly- His kindness, his eyes- Details that could fit almost anyone yet remained unique and special somehow.

Gren himself would only speak of his personal ghost in terms he should have long abandoned, that he was a taciturn and intelligent leader, stern and independent but capable of rare and touching moments of kindness. Of intimate moments stolen in the trenches, while violence and terror swirled around them in torrential storms on that bleak and war-torn moon. In a way, he'd never left Titan, some part of him had died and remained buried beneath the shifting sands. The current man that he was is a mere wraith, a revenant that hadn't been able to meet his end in all of it's glory and bloodshed.

Faye is so unlike Julia and yet hauntingly similar, it almost pains him to remain in her presence. He could have simply left things as is, but he'd taken her hand and dragged her away from a fight he wasn't sure she'd actually wanted. It was clear that something was eating away at her beneath the glossy veneer of charm and casual (if dismissive) air. So he'd ventured a guess based on his intuition.

She was terrified of being left behind and forgotten, like a childhood toy once well loved and cared for collecting dust on a shelf, edges fraying from neglect. So terrified, that the only recourse was to abandon those she cared about before they could potentially betray her.

"That's just my guess," he amends, giving a casual shrug of his shoulders as he nurses his glass of warmed vodka.

"You always have your guard up, like you're waiting for the other shoe to drop. Can't be surprised when you see it coming a mile away, am I right?"

[draconscious]

NAME : dan!!

PRONOUNS : he/him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : tumblr im. discord. passenger pigeon. I'm very slow sometimes but you should plot with me!!

NAME OF MUSE(s) : clair, cynthia, barry, jupiter/eris + so many mooore (how did it come to this? LMAO)

BEST EXPERIENCE(S) : dedicating this section to both ash (@analuein) and aya (@distortsverity)! ash and I have been writing together for infinity years right here on tumblr. no matter the muse, it's always a blast spinning up plots and watching the magic unfold from there with her. from thorton to violet, to noland and clair. from wildencounters to indie. it's been a fantastic ride. day one. 😎

I transitioned from group rp to indie a few years ago and--at the time--I was all alone. I had no connections, just a lonely barry blog to my name. I wrote drabbles by myself in the dark for two weeks until aya came across my blog with her hikari, and everything just clicked. aya made me feel included, reached out with ideas, plots and feedback, and showed love to barry and all of my muse(s)--and to this day, I still feel TREMENDOUSLY grateful for the helping hand when I felt so isolated. I definitely would not still be writing here without her.

since then, I've had an amazing time here. writing with so many different people, muses, and groups--it's all so good. my best experiences happen when I'm writing (or even plotting) with someone, and everything just works, flows, and fits together and I can just feel that shared excitement. that feeling that we're building a great story together. that's magical. that's why I'm still around, trying new muses, diving headlong into amazing plots/dynamics, letting my imagination run wild, and--as always--writing a lot. much love to EVERYONE who has helped keep that fire burning over the years, but especially ash and aya for giving that flame a chance in the first place. tysm. ❤️

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : it's been said, but--on a personal level--I wish private communication would happen more, specifically when it comes to interest levels. my time is becoming more and more limited here (sad as that is) and I have always written at a slower, longer pace. so, given how fast this place moves, I would appreciate knowing if a thread has grown stale, or if something's off.

I'm flexible. I'd like to think that I'm pretty laid-back. I want you to have fun, and you need to drop or backburner our thread because life, interest, etc. that's okay. I promise. I also don't mind reminders about cold threads or overdue replies on my end. if that's the case, please let me know right away, and I'll pick it back up or let you know my thoughts. we can try new things, or not. just let me know what you'd like to do, and we can adjust from there. that being said, lack of time or muse =/= lack of interest. I get that. you never need to rush a reply with me, and I will always (for better or worse) assume interest is still there unless told otherwise by you. I'm no herlock sholmes. (I wish I was...)

so, as a courtesy, I'd ask to please talk to me if something's wrong. if you feel the need to drop our thread or aren't interested in an interaction and/or want to start fresh. I won't be upset (quote me on that.) I just want to make sure that the writing vibes are still good, and I want to spend my time here writing things that you (and others) are still into. and in the end, it's not really a big deal--this place is great and I adore my past/present/future thread partners--but it's something that I would appreciate!

(also since I haven't made it clear before: no AI with me, please. let's meet at the same level.)

MUSE PREFERENCES: strong women and brash, sunshiney dudes. (I'll really try anyone, but I certainly have types 😊)

PLOTS OR MEMES : whatever's easier for you to get in the door with--c'mon in!! I don't find myself with the time to reblog many memes lately, but my inbox/IMs are always open for spot interactions, and I'll do a lil' starter call here and there!!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I don't mind receiving either, but I always tend to lose myself in the sauce and write a lot oops. you never have to match my length. as long as we're writing together, that's chill enough for me!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : my healthcare job is killing me. I'll try to sneak on for some stuff here and there, but I'm most active during evening/nighttime CST US. confirmed night time scrawler. 🦉

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : some common threads linking all of my muses to me is the fact that we always want to be active, we have (too) high expectations of ourselves, we grew up and are still growing up, and we spend too much time working (and loathe it LMAO)

[brckensocietyarch]

{ closed starter | @mccntower | my brain said new threads, so taadaa!!}

christmas. her parents' favourite time of year and a time she took off each year from her job, taking time to be with her family and friends along with travelling for the fun of it. tonight was the christmas party for her father's business and although her father had headed home after dinner, jupiter was more than happy to hang around and have some fun. was it just so she could have a nice night out or was it because a certain person was in attendance, one that had her wearing a more revealing outfit and dancing seductively in hopes to get his attention.

[pridepoisoned]

(ooc. Hey all, just popping in to say that I'm--mostly--back!! I had an awesome trip in Mexico [I got a tanline that would make Marlon jealous LMAO] but now I'm back in the subzero temperatures with a need to WRITE. 😤 While work crunch and new Fire Emblem are going to play heavy on my mind this week, I can't wait to kickstart my blog[s] again and slowly catch up on things around here!! Just a few important notes...

Firstly, thank you to everyone who reached out regarding my last post--your support, super kind words, and the break gave my confidence a major boost, and anons are back on!! I also noticed a good number of unread IMs over the past few weeks that Tumblr didn't bother to ping me about, so I'm so sorry if it seems like I totally stonewalled you!! To fix this communication issue, I made a fresh Discord at: dandozo#6234. Feel free to add, but please let me know who you are beforehand!! I will be pretty slow response-wise over the next week [and Tumblr IMs are still always an option!!], but I think Discord will be the more reliable platform moving forward.

To specifically help me keep track of everything, I revamped my thread tracker for Eris/Jupiter here!! This tracker is not meant to make anyone feel anxious or pressured at ALL--please take as long as you need, always--it's honestly just meant as my lil' organizational tool more than anything. If you would like me to drop, reboot, or kick off a thread, please let me know!! I'm slowly picking my way through things across all blogs, but I might dish out a new starter call sometime in the future once everything's caught up.

And...okay!! That's about it for this blog's housekeeping--thanks as always for your patience! It's good to be back. 😊)

[mutedangeljupiter-blog]

Surprise Visits

@mathgeekshugarl @knights-queen

With a big smile, Jupiter walked up the steps, staring down at the address written down on the piece of paper she held in her hand. Her parents have dropped her off and were going to leave when they saw that she safely met up with Shugarl. The small girl was a bit nervous since she didn’t know how he was going to react, but she knew that at the very least he would be happy to see her. Then he’d be worried. 

     She didn’t want him to worry too much about her, so she was going to try to simply chalk it up as she wanted to be closer to where he was and her father just so happened to find a good job here in Akounri and so they moved. 

     Nervous, feeling the small pounding of her heard, she knocked on the door and stepped off to the side. She waited a minute or so before she’d try knocking again, just a bit louder in case he didn’t hear the first time. Hearing the footsteps coming from behind the door, she quickly moved away from the door so he wouldn’t see anyone if he looked through the peephole. 

     Bracing herself, she was getting ready for him to open the door so she could jump out and hug him and then she’d sign the words: 

       {I missed you! Did you miss me? I moved to Akounri too!}

     Before he even had the chance to question about the move to Akounri, she took his hand and tugged on it like she normally did when she wanted to take charge for the day’s festivities. She did come here to see Shugarl, but there was another reason as well. She wanted to finally go and meet Arashi!

      {I wanna meet Arashi! Will you take me to meet him? Please?} 

     Cue the dreaded puppy dog pout that she knew he struggled to say no to.

[uravitus-blog]

tags .

[sleepiehime]

tags.

[pipesbomb-blog]

eight months of static.  eight months of nothing.  a fool of unparalleled measure, andrew is not, though the pariah of hopelessness?  perhaps.  for no hope is held for the return of a boy labelled idiot, trouble, disdain,  and as the months continue to fly on by, it seems the abilities of kenneth vareck waxed poetic are questionable at best.  this stone-cold silence is sobering -- is anger-inducing and mind-numbingly boring, licking at his heels like some kind of untethered animal itching for release.

he learns to hate the name; hate sunshine; hate apollo, and all things golden.  you took him away, see -- that one person capable of providing enough distraction amidst this menial life.  heaven and hell both know this life is an undignified one;  of warring gods pitting children against monsters and telling them to die heroically.

as far as he’s concerned?  camp jupiter can suck a fuck.

or at least, that’s the general consensus until he overhears the news.

vareck is back.  vareck is alive.

hell hath no fury like a psychopath scorned.  god help the people that get between him and his destination, they’re likely to meet the cool end of a blade, kissed before it cuts.  it certainly won’t be kissed before it’s buried in ken’s chest.

- ̗̀ @sunbruise ̖́ -

[lovetaled-a]

i.  A DEMON IS LOOSED, A PROPHECY ENDOWED.

edmond herondale kept few secrets from his children:   and the ones he did,   he did not conceal so much as omit details about them that may have been important.   like the pithos he kept in his study,   for starters.

as a claimed son of mercury,   edmond had once trained as a legionnaire at camp jupiter.    he’d faced the wolves (literally) and then decided to stare down those in the senate who questioned his loyalty when he renounced his position in the first cohort to marry a mortal woman and return to her world.    he didn’t want to continue to serve new rome,     or to fall under the watchful gaze of the natural enemies of demigods like him,      who might not exactly give the welcome back to ordinary life he wanted.    edmond was disillusioned with monsters and demigods,     but mostly he was disillusioned by the gods themselves.   he was taking a gamble that the past wouldn’t still follow him,   and for the first time of many to follow,   it was a gamble he lost.

...  the monsters at first left the herondales alone,     even after the birth of three kids.   it was hoped that as descendants of a god removed by a generation that maybe they’d escape notice,     and that idea held out until edmond started taking it for granted,   trying his luck other places.       the stock market,      the business ventures that made their family grow not too bad off and brought them to london,   where more sinister forces could sense them,   and the gambling problems that arose while will was growing up.     one day will’s older sister ella swore she saw a wolf,     walking home from her first day of the high school.     this seemed to put their dad in a contemplative mood,    and his solution:     send ella off to prep school,       a place so boring monsters wouldn’t possibly find her.     it made will bitter,     missing his sister and always trailed by the younger,       like his company was to make up for hers.     when ella came back for the summer,     she seemed different too:     like something had gotten to her,     a paranoia and indifference for things as they once were at once.     that night they were all supposed to go out,     and will waited on their dad at his corporate office one day.     he wasn’t showing,     so will got curious,     looking through his things until he found a strange-looking vase with a gruesome looking pattern on it of a guy hanging by a thread. 

will would always remember it,     the odd shape of the container,       like more took it up than it than it should be able to hold.     the motif of a staff with the angel wings and snakes engraved on the lid,     and the blistering,     terrible mist that emerged the minute he got it open.     the terror that flooded his twelve-year-old veins,     the scream that made his throat raw for weeks and his sister putting down her phone to run to his aid,     and of course the monster that emerged.     will herondale would later learn it was a daemon he unleashed,     an ungodly creature with no taste for demigods or forgiving slights,     trapped into the pithos on the quest his father was most known for.     he’d learn his father was a hero first and a coward later,     that love had been his downfall and will’s love would be twisted against him with cruel irony when his sister fell to the monster’s poison and he was given no choice but to watch.     the murky eyes that rolled back in the creature’s head,     the prophecy that was a poison of its own and made a poison of will:    all those that loved him would die,     and something-about-mercury’s-heir and the son of revenge and a blood oath ending in blood shared,    fallen,     and a hero’s sacrifice.     he forgot the details in the traumatic aftermath but never their meaning,     etched in his bones and stained on his soul. 

will escaped the building with the parchment scroll wedged into the bottom of the pithos,     sharing space with a monster for untold years.     the papers outlined the entire ancestral claim of edmond herondale’s family to camp jupiter,     descendants of mercury,     the god of thieves and liars and tricksters and commerce and the crude luck of gambles and unutterable truths that tore families apart.    he fled a home that had never been his home,    and set out for california,    which might as well have been in another realm than the one he’d already left.

ii.  CAMP JUPITER, BLOOD SHARED AND SWORN.

will was spoken for by the fourth cohort when he was accepted into the twelfth legion of camp jupiter.    there was something about him that promised potential even as anything of heroism had been drained from him long before he got his probatio tablet and joined the ranks.    edmond herondale had depended on a fool’s hope to protect his children,    and as luck would have it,    the removal of a generation saw fit to slowly give will the powers and standing his father had forsaken.    it was as if he’d stepped into those shoes by leaving his sister cecily behind in grief,    taking up the calling of a demigod so she’d grow up without monsters and ghosts,    and nothing of will’s curse to touch her.    while some things came easy to will,    they didn’t always get him out of a jam,    which he learned quickly enough in the barracks.    he’d thought to make himself a lie,    cruel and unlikable as he could so that the prophecy the daemon spat could never fulfill itself.    trying to thwart fate was the mistake he was destined for,    and in the end the loneliness inspired by the act began to corrode his heart.    he forgot who he was. 

...  will wasn’t much of a fighter because he had no fight left in him.    the daemon had known it,    and so did everyone at camp by now.    the supposed comrades that he trained and lived with were frequently bullies he had no qualms about sparring with in return.    one night a trick of his went too far,    some cheap revenge he thought to rely on when pushed to his limit.    that was the day will finally spoke to one of the newest arrivals to camp:    jem carstairs,    recently claimed by nemesis at the last round of war games after saving the city from being overrun.    this feat of heroism had alienated will further,    when he realized the other loser in his cohort was now lauded with approval.    it happened after the kid sprang gracefully out of the shadows and chased off will’s rightfully-incensed adversaries.    jem then proceeded to scold will for his actions,    which felt strange,    coming from the son of the goddess of revenge.   that’s what he ended up saying,    yet the moment stuck with will,    for he couldn’t shake the show of unnecessary kindness:    and a friendship built over shared loss and hopelessness was forged between the two.

at the age of fourteen will swore a blood oath to jem after dueling him for the right,    which he considered his greatest privilege.    the oath granted both enhanced abilities,    especially when fighting together.    they made a pact to reach the second cohort through their ambitions,    and went on many quests together over the years.    the daemon’s prophecy was never far from will’s mind,    nor this fulfillment of harrowing assurances,    death looming to sever and strengthen the bond of their entwined fates.

iii.  A HERO’S SACRIFICE.

by the time will was nineteen,    he’d climbed the ranks in the way his father had:    the gifts which were natural to him and those that seemed entirely individualistic proved his knack for strategy,    quick thinking,    and recklessness which was often lacking among the legion,    yet the saving grace that helped on several quests.    yet enemies remained,    who saw first his crude exterior and never scrutinized his true self,    the flippancy of his tongue and the qualities of leadership which gave will a penchant for asking permission later.    what proved will most a hero and even one with leadership qualities was the war against axel mortmain in london,    the courageous result of a quest he led with jem to defeat one of vulcan’s champions,    who in a fit of hatefulness for mortals and demigods alike sought to even the balance and eventually corrupt new rome itself,    bringing forth a rulership of monsters and spirits over the world created by the gods.    will meets tessa gray during this quest,    who he falls for despite her initial dislike of him,    and whose tie to vulcan fulfills the prophecy of the augur. 

...  in the aftermath of the battle for camp jupiter,    will’s heroism on the field along with the many demigods that protect the city is made hollow by the loss of jem to a fatal wound.    when will is offered a centurion position by the senate as a mark of his valor in the defeat of mortmain,    he turns it down to the bafflement of the camp and sequesters himself in the family home given to honor the herondales as restored heirs in new rome.    during the months following,    the god mercury finally visits will and fulfills the last part of the prophecy.    will chooses sacrifice over glory as jem chose sacrifice over his life,    and takes up the task of an emissary to serve his father’s form psychopomp as messenger of the gods and the chtonic realm to new rome.    the role tasks will with the guiding of souls to the underworld and the crossing of realms to deliver important information,    which enables him to meet again with jem after he is relegated to the silent city of the cult of aesculapius.    he encounters jem several times during his mission to stop the demon yan luo from escaping the underworld,    and the two once more fight alongside one another while separated from tessa,    whom they both love.    will vows to one day return to her and his sister. 

iv.  ABILITIES.

power of persuasion:    the ability to persuade:    through deception,     cleverness,    or omissions,    and thereby influence the minds of those listening to think or feel a certain way,    with a heady sense of power while speaking.    similar to charmspeak (for children of aphrodite), but specifically graps the mind’s inclination instead of the heart’s.    an especially powerful voice and ability to communicate in general,    as children of mercury / hermes are gifted with sharp wits and intelligence through their words.

speed and agility:   as a descendant of mercury,    will has incredible agility and speed which he will rely on more than fighting skill in battle.

clairvoyance:    will is able to see the escaped souls from the underworld or those that linger after death,    and immediately empathize with their feelings or desires,    whether he seeks to hear them or not.    he also attracts lares and cthonic monsters over other forms.    this is due to the prophecy which would later be fulfilled,    as he is able to cross realms into the underworld under mercury.

command of language:    can speak in multiple tongues automatically without knowing the language innately (a gift from mercury, post-main timeline).

trickery and deception:    able to create illusions by willing them into being,    craft clever traps and fool people into obeying them.    can alter,    to an extent,    the reality appearing in another’s mind through spoken thoughts,    which can be used for good or evil.

commercial affinity:    as mercury is the god of commerce,    strategies involving money,    especially gambling or speculating,    come naturally to will.    this also extends to making bargains,    with mortals and monsters and gods alike.

blood oath:    increased fighting ability through the swearing of an oath to defend and protect another in battle,    until a specific fulfillment is achieved.    will swears this oath to jem carstairs and it is not broken until jem’s death / transformation.

v.  OTHER.

mercurial blade:    a dagger (or pugio) passed down through will’s family,   bearing the wings of mercury’s caduceus extending from the hilt.    will leaves this dagger behind on the battlefield surrounding the camp,    where jem falls,    as a symbol of remembrance.

herondale ring:    a ring made of imperial gold,    enchanted to appear silver,    that belonged to edmond herondale,    which he was given for his eleventh birthday.    it bears the letter H and is the last token will carries of his mortal life,    as well as the last happy memory he has of his father.

balius:    a famed immortal horse,    made by the god posieden and once owned by patroclus,    that came to reside in camp jupiter’s stables.    mercury / hermes allows will to ride the horse as a mount that can cross between realms when he becomes emissary for new rome.

SPQR tattoo:    will’s brand bears the caduceus of mercury and stops receiving new lines once he takes the role of emissary and gives up the legion,    permanently bearing six marks for the six years he trained at camp jupiter,    for the rest of his life.

mirror of the mnemosyne:    while in the underworld,    will is given a mirror by the titanness mnemosyne,    who rules over remembrance.  when he considers drinking from the lethe to forget his painful past,    she instead gives him the trinket to remember those he has left behind.    he can see his family and tessa in the mirror,    as well as jem *  though it does not work when he is dead,    if they are close to his mind.

PJO / RIORDAN  VERSE.    ⋆ ›    WILL  HERONDALE.

affiliated with @warnsyou​  !​

[simplymaddox]

recently jupiter had been in his own little bubble with imani and the kids, blissfully unaware to what seemed to being on around them. he hadn’t spoken to margo or elvie in weeks, at least not in person anyways. he had left the kids with imani and nova, heading over to elvie’s and astrea’s place. he knocked on the door, waiting almost impatiently for elvie to answer. “hey pipsqueak.” he comments, the nickname from the first time they’d met all those years ago, and even now when jupiter’s only a few inches above elvie, he still uses it. “sorry for coming unannounced. i would’ve brought hudson, but i didn’t know whether or not you wanted a two-year-old running around your place. anyways, i haven’t heard from you or margo in like weeks. i would’ve called or texted, but this just felt right i guess.” he’s never been good with words unless he’s telling imani how beautiful she is. “i don’t have to hang around if you don’t want.” // @ellvie

[lovebrewsarchived]

i’m   dropping   my   old   threads   to   officially   start   fresh,   so   please   like   this   for   a   short   starter   !   by   default,   you’ll   be   getting   sophie,   but   you   can   specify   if   you’d   like   jupiter   as   well   !

[pridepoisoned]

ANNOUNCEMENT.

(ooc. I queued this up a few days ago so I hope this posts properly--but I'm taking a week or so hiatus from Tumblr across all of my blogs! I'm going camping and then flying out to Mexico to see some pals. By the time you see this, I'll--hopefully--be chilling in a much warmer less sleety place, far away from clinic work, touching some much-needed grass...

I also wanted to apologize for suddenly going ghost as of late! I received some pretty heavy IRL news and my workload hasn't exactly been kind to me either, so I'm really sorry for dropping comms with people who I've been plotting/threading with!

To tell the truth, I think this blog in particular is in a weird place. When I came back to write here recently, I received a particularly lengthy anon venting about 'the issues' with my portrayal [along with notifications that just turned out to be porn bot follows lmao.] I never pay anons like that much mind [probably came from the jupiter tag tbh], but this one hit just at the right time and totally took the wind out of my Tumblr sails. I started to worry about my replies/starters [and if they're missing the mark or overwhelming my fantastic writing partners--thanks for giving me a chance!] and the feeling that I can't seem to get much traction/interest with Jup in general, so I'm hoping that this break--and turning anons off for the time being--will help me get my mind right again.

Hopefully people still want to start/continue threads and plotting when I return! I know a week is an eternity in RP time, so I really appreciate everyone who's still in my corner despite the radio silence. As long as one person has interest in this villainous corporate muse repping Galactic and so much more, I'll never delete. I love what I've built here, my threads and my experience in this RPC too much to do that--just need to take care of myself, disconnect for a bit, sort some things out, and I'll see you again soon. Thanks for reading. 😊)

[mutedangeljupiter-blog]

Hello hello~

@tsundere-model​

She was nervous, very nervous. Holding the small mason jar in her hands, she mustered up her courage and she knocked on the door and waited patiently right outside of it. She knew about Izumi from what she’s heard from both Ponsol and Shugarl. The older of the two brothers had to listen to Ponsol complain about the model at extreme length. Ponsol did tell her a bit about his interaction with Izumi during one of their short talks through email. 

     The two often talked about anything, really, but mostly about how they were doing and what Shugarl was doing. Has he made any friends? Is he doing well? He hasn’t relapsed, has he? Is he still being really mean to people? Is he ‘bullying’ people again for being ‘too idiotic’ for him? She keeps telling him to be nicer to people or he won’t ever make friends!

     Anyways, she’s heard about Izumi and thought that perhaps... the two had some potential to become true friends and she wanted to get that ball rolling.     Since this is the case, she wanted to greet him. 

     Once the door opened, she held out her notebook with the words: 

[Hello! My name is Jupiter! I’m a friend of Ponsol’s and I wanted to introduce myself!]

     Holding out the mason jar full of the origami stars that she’s made, she handed them over to him. With both hands free, she flipped the next page of her notebook. 

[I made these stars for you, because you are a star~ May you shine brightly~! ⍣  Though Ponsol can be rough, he is a good person who is very lonely. I was hoping you’d be his friend?]

A very small picture of a kitten making pouty kitty eyes was drawn in the bottom corner of the page. She nervously looked up at him from behind her notebook, looking a lot like the small doodle she drew. She was very nervous, could you tell?

[darkestwolfx]

Deep Search - Re-Review #29

Short-ish one today I’m afraid, but let’s see how much we can get through!

Firstly, meet Buddy and Ellie Pendergast (probably also soon to be series regulars, let’s be honest) who once again have a camera and film their adventures! Hell, it’s like Francios Lemaire all over again... although these two at least have some sense and skill. Oh, and Gordon loves them, so they’re instantly better than Mr F. Lemaire.

“Buddy and Ellie Pendergast are missing? That’s terrible!”

“They do have a flair for the dramatic!”

“Then what are we waiting for? We gotta rescue them!”

“This is no ordinary rescue, Gordon. They’re on Europa. It’s the sixth closest moon to Jupiter.”

“For starters we should take Thunderbird Four. That means you’ll go Gordon.”

“Yes! Maybe I can get their autographs?”

“Oh man! Why does Gordon get all the good missions?”

Um, Alan, I wouldn’t say Gordon necessarily gets all the good missions. I mean, he gets trapped in sea caves, nearly knocked unconscious, nearly breaks his back, nearly gets squished by a plane (thank you @psychoseal for the reminder) gets trapped in an ancient tomb, nearly falls into a pressure high sea trench, goes potentially life-threatening fishing inside a gravity well, nearly gets blown up... let me know if I’ve missed anything there anyone - please feel free, @psychoseal, yes I’m looking at you!

“He won’t be going in alone. Europa isn’t exactly next door. You’ll be in command from Thunderbird Three.”

“Command from? You mean..?”

Uhh... Scott? Are you sure about that? Oh, too late, he’s said it now, watch as the power goes to Alan’s head;

“We’d like you to take the lead on this mission Alan. You’ll be in charge.”

“Don’t worry, Scott! I won’t let you down!”

“Really?”

Although I must admit, I’m still kinda with Gordon on this one.

“Alan’s our best deep space pilot and I want him to get more decision making experience under his belt. You think he can handle it?”

“I’ll keep an eye on him.”

In fairness, that would never have happened in Series 1. Back then it was all, keep Alan at home, and make sure he studies, and don’t let the youngest near the danger unless we must. It does show that the family are seeing his growth and that they are taking it seriously. It’s a nice little thread of development.

Anyhow, it could only ever be these two for this rescue. If it had been anyone else in place of one or either of them, then the episode would be half the length, because we all know Scott and Virgil would have turned around sooner.

And as much as these two love each other and play off each other, it was nice to see them genuinely annoying each other at points. After all, it’s only natural that it would happen, and the two of them have completely opposite specialties: space and water are two very different things.

“Oh, how many of these do you have?”

“Only twelve seasons! They haven’t released the thirteenth yet.”

Yeah... definitely missed the point there, Gordon, top marks, well done.

Oopps... just realised I spent so much time watching the episode that I haven’t written much... oh dear.

Um, basically, it’s ice, they drill beneath it, they find Buddy and Ellie and launch a rescue attempt! Oh, and they only have 10 minutes until their way out freezes back over leaving them trapped and likely to die. Did I forget to mention that bit?

It’s nice to see Thunderbirds Three and Four out on the same mission though.

“Scott put me in charge, it’s my call.”

Yeah, there we go, went straight to his head. Wait for it;

“Of course you could try and talk me out of it!”

“It’s all on you little brother.”

Of course it is, because there is no way Gordon is letting Alan pilot Four.

“We could be the first human beings to see something extraordinary.”

What? You mean beside like the whole International Rescue, special equipment and mass mission set extraordinary that you already see and do every day? I mean, really Gordon, you want more? Hes’s like Oliver.

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life wondering what you’ve missed?”

“Scott would never consider risking our lives for something crazy like this.”

“But you’re not Scott. He put you in charge! This is your decision, Alan.”

Yeah, nicely done there, Gordon. He really is the master of exploitation.

Their faces at the alien life... it looked like fish to me...

Haha, Gordon’s eyes looks red at one point in this episode.

And... the way out is gone... Of course it is. Although that was the shortest three minutes of my life, I will be honest.

“This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have let us get sidetracked!”

“I would have done the same thing, Alan. We all would.”

“Look, if anyone’s to blame, it’s us.”

Oh hoorah! Look, they know how to accept blame as well, unlike a certain other member of the regular rescue club, not naming names. *Lemaire*. Did someone say something? No? Good, let’s go on.

“We just sort of got swept up in the moment.”

“Swept up..? That’s it. Gordon, steer the ship back into the current. The strongest current you can find.”

“I think I know what you’re thinking, and I like it.”

Of course Gordon does. He loves a thrill. Still, nice thinking though on Alan’s part really. He is capable of being in charge, even if he is still young. In fact, this is the sort of experience he needs to be gaining, and I think it’s great that the writers - his brothers have managed to realise that now. It’s a good call, even if it could come with some risks.

I have a feeling this photo is probably in Gordon’s bedroom, and that he probably got a copy signed at some point.

[sugarberrysac]

hey,   i   need   more   threads,   so   please   like   this   for   a   short   lyric   starter   from   jupiter  !

[obliviouskind]

-Introduction-

This page is devoted to characters that will both be brought up within threads by Cyrus himself (be it within his thought, or by word of mouth) and those that may be used for certain choice threads and drabbles. –These characters are not up for request for interactions via starter calls or memes – though if you’re interested in writing with one of them or have a plot idea you would like to discuss, then feel free to message me about it. I am more than willing to talk things through, as I have no issues writing these characters with the right people.

Content:

• Lukyan Dan Orlov - Father Orlov • Josefina Yartsev - Commander Jupiter • Sevestyan Savvin - Commander Saturn (TBA) • Cynthia Nechayev (TBA)

—

• Josefina Yartsev / Commander Jupiter /

• 26 /

• 173cm / - weight /

• 8th of August /

• Sexuality / straight /

• ‘Russian’ /

• Body type / straight shape / bust and hips lay on the same size / slight waist / longer torso /

• Hair / imperial purple / long (reaches to her bum) / a gentle wave /

• Wideset eyes / raspberry with a hint of brown around the iris /

• Pale milky skin /

• Sinnoh / Eterna City / -Raised in Hearthome City

• Fc / Nanako Aizome from ‘Eight’ by Kamijo Atsushi /

---

Full bio at: [RELATED MUSES]