#Lucifer trooper | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bri-sonat · 2 years ago

Text

NSFW Questions About Gwen's Big Five - Part One

Questions are taken from this. The original poster deactivated their account, so it's the reblog that is linked. All the questions are modified and some are removed (either because the question had already been answered or because it referred to hetero relations.)

NSFW Questions About Gwen's Big Five Masterlist

Happy Friday! Starting off the weekend in the best way possible with some smexy questions for the Big Five we all know and love. A beautiful joint effort between @daydream-cement and I. With the occasional assistance from dear @na-shoba. The last time me and Kaley did one of these, we went back and forth, however, this time, she has stubbornly told me to post all the parts since she posts the Bri and Mir fics. So I will be your NSFW question dealer this time. Enjoy!

When did they lose their virginity?

Brienne: Late twenties if she ends up finding a partner. Or never.

Larissa: 17

Lucifer: Virginity is a construct.

Phasma: 18. That’s the only time she remembers anyways. When she turned 18, she fucked every one of her fellow female troopers that saw her face or saw her remotely undressed, if they didn’t take the bait and refused sex, threatening them to silence always worked. It was a way to “keep them quiet,” and “ensure their silence.” Also, if they raked their eyes over her body in any way, shape, or form. All consensual, of course.

Miranda: 20

Do they prefer rough sex or soft sex?

Brienne: Nine times out of ten she prefers soft sex. She will rarely like rough sex, if ever, and will only do it once or twice for her partner on special occasions if they really like it. She undermines her own strength many times and ends up hurting them involuntarily. So she likes it soft when giving and receiving.

Larissa: Depends. Really likes rougher sex if she is bottoming.

Lucifer: Yes.

Phasma: Rough when giving (which is always). And whichever when receiving (which is never, unless she has a partner, then it’s once a year).

Miranda: Soft when giving. Depends when receiving.

Do they have any kinks/fetishes?

Brienne: Praise kink with light degradation.

Larissa: Loves relinquishing control. Praise kink with light degradation.

Lucifer: The Wing Thing™

Phasma: Degradation to the max! Heavy degradation, light praise, biting, edging, voyeurist & exhibitionist (in her quarters with her watching, or her having someone watch her, always willing partners. Power play, and such). BDSM (blindfolds, face slapping, flogging/whipping, gagging, handcuffs, physical restraints), anything that would give her extreme power and domination (discipline, forced orgasm, orgasm control, orgasm denial, having a sex slave (if she’s not in a relationship)), spit kink, sadism (adding this again to accentuate). Most of these are dialed down/removed if she has a romantic partner.

Miranda: Loves overstimulation and loads of foreplay. Praise kink.

Weirdest place they’ve had sex?

Brienne: Carriage in olden times. Car in modern times. However, because of her height, it gets uncomfortable quickly. And it only happened once because of an extreme sex emergency.

Larissa: School library in college. She and a friend were working on a school project and before she knew it, they were making out and they did ‘hand stuff’ in the educational theory section.

Lucifer: Hell’s gardens

Phasma: Control room.

Miranda: Supply closet at work after hours. A visiting detective seduced her and introduced her to the joys of lesbianism. She never slept with a man again after that.

Favorite sex position?

Brienne: Probably missionary. She really wants to see the face of the person she is pleasuring. (She’s lame like that /aff). Plus, missionary with the strap sometimes means bouncing boobies which we know Brienne loves.

Larissa: Bent over her desk or tied to her bed. For the most part, as long as she is being dominated, Larissa loves it.

Lucifer: Receiving/giving oral on their throne. They live the symbolism and power.

Phasma: Bending someone over something and pounding them from behind. Her helmet is off with the order ‘Don’t look behind you.’ Power play.

Miranda: Her partner between her legs with their back against her chest while she plays with their pussy

Do they like to be dominant or submissive?

Brienne: Sub.

Larissa: Sub.

Lucifer: Sub.

Phasma: Dom.

Miranda: Sub. (Will switch for her partner)

Sex on the bed, couch, or the floor?

Brienne: Bed. Sometimes the couch for over-the-clothes stuff, but no sex.

Larissa: Bed.

Lucifer: Bed.

Phasma: Doesn’t care.

Miranda: Couch. She is a fan of over-the-clothes grinding and groping and the couch is such a perfect place for that.

Have they ever had sex in a public place?

Brienne: It’s happened in the case of what she calls “sexual emergencies where it could not be postponed or held off.”

Larissa: Yes, when she was younger.

Lucifer: Yes, from time to time.

Phasma: Obviously. She is very careful about finding somewhere she is sure is rarely visited/can be locked/will be free. She has a reputation to uphold, after all.

Miranda: Yes, regardless of knowing about the ‘indecent exposure’ charges she could get.

Would they ever have sex in a public place?

Brienne: If she could avoid it, she would. She feels the most comfortable behind closed doors in a private place (her home, her partner’s home, or a hotel room). If public sex is to be accepted by her, it has to be somewhere where she can ensure privacy, like a door with a lock or a place that no one can look into.

Larissa: It’s not a preference as she ages.

Lucifer: If their partner would like, then of course.

Phasma: Of course.

Miranda: Duh. Yes.

Have they ever been caught masturbating?

Brienne: No. She learns about masturbating pretty late in her life (if ever) and only does it when she is sure no one is awake. She also trusts people to knock, and she’s good at staying quiet.

Larissa: Once during her time at Nevermore by her roommate. That night ended happily for both of them.

Lucifer: Not unless they want to be caught.

Phasma: No.

Miranda: No, but she wouldn’t be opposed to getting caught by her partner if it would lead to them joining her in bed.

#brienne of tarth #captain phasma #miranda hilmarson #larissa weems #lucifer morningstar the sandman #lucifer morningstar (the sandman)#gwendoline christie #gwen christie

295 notes · View notes

daydream-cement · 2 years ago

Text

The Road Trip Ch. 1

Larissa Weems, Captain Phasma, Miranda Hilmarson, and Brienne of Tarth are all stuck in a car together, headed towards a vacation none of them are prepared for.

this fic has been such a joy to write with my @bri-sonat !!! this was such a labor of love and i loved writing every bit of it :)

“So, you want to take a right up here and get on to the highway,” Brienne looked up from the map in her lap, pointing towards the turn coming up. She was sitting in the passenger seat beside Phasma, who was driving the car.

At Brienne’s direction, Phasma snapped her head toward the knight, giving her the usual glare, signaling that she was very much aware of where to go. “Yes, thank you, Brienne.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and with a sigh, the captain flicked on the car turn signal before steering the car down the ramp leading to the freeway. “Can you two shut up back there!?” Larissa and Miranda had taken their places in the backseat. The headmistress sitting behind Phasma, and the constable sitting behind Brienne. The shapeshifter had made a comment on how the chromed captain should’ve slowed down even more when turning, and Miranda had simply opened a bag of crisps.

“Sorry, Phasma…” Miranda would gladly admit that she found the captain a little intimidating if it meant she would keep her life. “I’ll open the snacks more silently next time.” She glanced at Larissa who was leaning slightly forward, only enough for her voice to reach Phasma’s ear, silently begging the headmistress to keep her mouth shut.

Phasma had warned them all in advance that in her car, her rules were final, and her rules were: ‘keep your mouth shut, or I will shut it for you.’ It was a simple one, the problem was, Larissa had no interest in simple things, not allowing herself to get bossed around considering she usually did the bossing.

“I’m just saying, you could’ve taken that turn a little bit more gracefully. It almost made Miranda spill her drink on me,” Larissa stated matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes at Phasma’s stubbornness. She thought she was offering ‘constructive suggestions’ on the captain’s driving, and that it would be appreciated. It was not.

“I’ll kill you a little bit more gracefully…” Phasma muttered under her breath, instantly questioning why she had agreed to go on this God-forsaken road trip knowing that if the entire ride was going to be anything like the first ten minutes had been, she would surely lose her sanity. She was starting to envy Lucifer’s choice, to not respond at all. She too wished she wasn’t in this car.

“What was that?” The shapeshifter hadn’t quite heard exactly what the captain had said, but she could draw her own conclusions about what it could’ve been if she based it on the very little she knew about the chromed trooper.

“I said, I’ll kill you a little bit more gracefully if you don’t sit your ass back, stop breathing into my ear, and shut your mouth.” Even if Phasma’s voice was at a normal volume, the threat, and anger in it did not go unnoticed, and Larissa decided that it was best to obey her for now if she wanted to get to her destination in one piece.

The silence in the car was deafening after Larissa had leaned back into her seat, Brienne sneaking occasional glances at Phasma, and Miranda had started munching on her snacks. Every once in a while offering the shapeshifter some by silently holding it out for the headmistress to take, which she did.

The sounds of classical music filled the car which helped in lulling Miranda to sleep who was now napping against the window, her head on a pillow that she brought from home. Larissa had opted to take her phone out, answered some emails, and was now playing Candy Crush on it, trying to pass the time, mindlessly snacking on the crisps the woman next to her had given her before falling asleep.

Brienne had her eyes fixed on the map in her lap, reading over the bookings again and again, ensuring that everything was as it should be. Sitting next to Phasma who relished in the silence, staring dead ahead at the winding road as she drove them closer to their destination, was proving to be an interesting experience.

The knight would not say that she was intimidated by Phasma, but there was definitely professional regard that played a part, wanting to respect the trooper's wishes for tranquility.

“Hey, Phasma?” The knight in the passenger seat spoke up, silent to avoid waking Miranda and to evade enraging the captain by making too much noise. She had contemplated saying anything for the past half hour but landed in having to swallow the fear of angering the scary woman next to her.

“Brienne.” Remaining focused on the road, Phasma’s mouth formed into a frown, a tiny bit annoyed at the disruption of her peace but grateful for her hushed voice. “Is something the matter?”

“Not really. I just wanted to bring it to the captain’s attention that once constable Hilmarson wakes up she will be... energetic, to say the least.” Brienne had been terrified of bringing this to Phasma’s attention, knowing it would not be liked by the driver. “I’d say we have another ten minutes of silence.”

Phasma grunted, “Thank you for the information, Lord Brienne.” To say that the chromed trooper would cherish the next ten minutes was an understatement. She already rued the seconds leading up to Miranda’s eventual rousing.

“You’re welcome,” Brienne went back to her activity of reading over the documents in her lap, every now and then looking out the window, observing the passing landscape.

As if she had an internal alarm clock, Miranda awoke ten minutes later on the dot with new-found energy, causing Larissa to put her phone away, realizing she had spent almost two hours playing that silly game. It did prove to be a successful way to pass the time, even if it felt like no time at all had passed.

“What did I miss?” Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Miranda took in the very quiet space, glancing to the rearview mirror where she met Phasma’s eyes that bore into hers, causing the constable to look away faster than she had intended.

“Not much,” Larissa mumbled next to her, answering her query.

“Not much? Wha- Does this mean you’ve been sitting in silence this entire time?” Miranda couldn’t believe her ears, this was not how a road trip was supposed to be. There was supposed to be loud music, sing-alongs, and games. Apparently, there had been none of that during her slumber and she found that offensive.

“Yes. It is how our driver wishes for it to be.” Larissa had given up on defying Phasma long ago, succumbing to the captain’s will for serenity. The headmistress turned her head to look out the window as the comforting sounds of piano filled the car space once again.

Miranda frowned, almost pouting, at how boring her fellow travelers were being. This was not how she expected the trip to be even if she knew of Phasma’s rules beforehand, but she had hoped that the captain would be adaptable and abandon her regulations once she realized how fun they could have. This was too boring for her.

The constable started looking about the car, peeking over the passenger seat to see what Brienne was doing but grew bored of that the second she saw the large map. She switched her eyes to Phasma who did not rip her eyes away from the road for even a second, other than to stare at Miranda through the mirror after she had woken up.

Phasma was an interesting person to study but she was not stimulating enough to keep Miranda entertained so she moved her gaze again, landing on the headmistress’ turned head. She was staring intently at Larissa’s hair, hoping that the shapeshifter would notice her trying to get her attention.

Larissa could feel Miranda’s eyes on her as the shapeshifter stared out the window. The constable would want to have more interaction than the knight, captain, and principal were currently offering her. Finally, Miranda’s voice rang out once more, “Larissa, we should play a game.”

“A game?” Larissa shifts back to stare at Miranda plainly; it had been years since she partook in a travel game.

“Yeah! Have you played the alphabet game? Or twenty questions? Or maybe, maybe we could play eye spy?” Miranda’s excitement was contagious, causing Larissa to smirk. The constable’s demeanor reminded Larissa of her more energetic students, endearing Miranda to the shapeshifter.

“Pick a game and I’ll try my best to learn.”

“Oh, let’s do the alphabet game! Brienne will be good at this! I can tell.” Miranda was talking a mile a minute, explaining all of the rules to her fellow passengers, “All you have to do is one of us will pick a category and then we go around in a circle, stating something that starts with the letter we are given. Like if the category is food, Larissa might say apple for the letter A and then Phas would say banana for B, and then Bri would say cake for C!”

“Don’t drag me into this.” Brienne’s voice sounded from the front, her ears spiked after hearing her name, clearly uninterested in whatever the two women in the backseat were planning on doing to pass the time. She was content reading the map and had no need for games to keep her mind stimulated, finding occupation in the small things being something she had mastered over the years.

“Oh, please Brienne! It’s no fun with just two people!” Miranda begged, her hand coming up over the back of the seat to squeeze the knight's shoulder.

Brienne sighed, rolling her head back and staring up at the car ceiling. “Fine. But if we miss our exit, that is on you.” The knight returned her head to its previous position, looking over at Phasma. She could practically see the frustration grow within her and decided to save the chromed trooper from this ‘irrelevant and childish game.’ “However, we should probably leave the captain here out of it, I have a feeling that she would not find it as enjoyable as you, Constable.”

“Okay, fine, but Phas if you wanna join in at any point, you just jump right in.” Miranda took charge of the game, knowing if she left it up to the other women, they might not end up playing the game. “I’ll make it easy on us and pick a category. We are gonna do ‘things you can find outside’ and Bri, you are gonna start okay?”

“Can’t you find anything outside?” Larissa asked, her brow furrowing.

“I was about to ask the same question.” Brienne followed Larissa’s statement, glancing at the map every now and then to make sure they did not miss their exit knowing Phasma would not be happy if they did.

“Nature-y things! You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play devil’s advocate. Luci doesn’t need your help.” Miranda gave Larissa a playful shove and then laughed at her own joke.

Phasma’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. “Just get on with the game already! Enough with the dilly-dallying, it’s annoying.” Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she found the three’s game slightly intriguing, she had never heard of anything like it before. She wouldn’t want to partake, of course, but there was that naturistic curiosity that she couldn’t shake, even if she tried.

“Bri!! Go!! Something nature-y that starts with A!” Miranda wasn’t interested in pissing off Phasma more than she already had, so she was more than happy to do what she was told.

The suddenness of the beginning of the game caused Brienne’s mind to freeze for a second, scrambling to find an answer, “Uh, oh, umm, shit. I guess, apple?” She was unsure of her answer, but it was found in nature, after all.

“Good one! Bear!” Miranda partially shouted, regretting her decision when she watched Phasma tighten her grip on the steering wheel even more.

“Catkin.” Larissa had prepared ahead of time, already thinking about the letter she would get four turns from now. Miranda shot the shapeshifter a strange look, questioning the validity of her answer, “It’s found on a tree...”

“Oh, it’s me again. Deer? Yeah. Deer.” Brienne was growing more confident in her answers, getting the hand of the new game she had been introduced to minutes ago. She was used to being put on the spot as a knight, but this was entirely different. Her brain was working overtime trying to come up with responses fast enough.

“Elephant!”

“Frog.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna do ‘G’, Phasma?” Miranda knew what the response would probably be, but she felt guilty for not trying to include her.

“Yes. I am sure,” Phasma responded through gritted teeth, Miranda’s game already transitioning from intriguing to exasperating.

“Okay, then... Brienne, it's your turn.” Miranda rolled her eyes, frustrated that the chrome-clad captain wouldn’t participate in her game.

“Grass.” Brienne smiled to herself, proud that this answer came to her much quicker than the others. Could’ve had something to do with the vast amount of greenery running along the asphalted road, there wasn’t much else to look at.

“Hill!” Miranda was on the edge of her seat, ready with her response when Brienne finished speaking.

“Isopod.” Larissa wore a smug smirk with her answer, believing it showed off her diverse knowledge of many topics. In most situations, she stood out in a crowd due to her height, but this group simply made her blend in, so her intelligence was the only thing she could rely on to stand out.

“Jagu- Oh! Phasma, our exit is coming up.” Brienne interrupted herself when she noticed that the ramp to get off the freeway was closer than she thought. She had gotten so invested in the game that she completely forgot to check the map, thankfully there were signs along the road that reminded her. “Sorry, Hilmarson, Weems. We’re going to have to put a lid on the game for now.”

Miranda huffed in response, slouching back in her seat, her only source of entertainment gone for now.

“This exit right here?” Phasma was satisfied with their incessant game finally ending, even more so that their destination was close. She would finally get out of this car. She lifted one hand of the steering wheel, pointing towards the ramp that was getting closer and closer.

“Aye.” Brienne nodded, looking up at what Phasma was pointing at, and then down at her map again, checking so it matched, checking so they didn’t take the wrong turn. The captain placed her hand on the steering wheel once again, using her other to switch on the turn signal, preparing to change lanes.

The shift of the car caused the pouting constable to dramatically slide over, her head landing on Larissa’s shoulder as she stared out the front windshield. The shapeshifter wanted to comment on the roughness of the steer, but refrained from it, not wanting to anger Phasma even more. She instead brought a hand to the back of Miranda’s head, running her fingers through her short hair and shaking her own head gently at the silliness of the Aussie woman.

“Are we there yet?” Miranda called out, keeping herself comfortably attached to Larissa’s side.

Phasma’s only response was to glare at Miranda through the rearview mirror, conveying her words very clearly through her piercing gaze: ‘ask again, and I will kick you out of this car.’

Brienne was much kinder than Phasma and decided to answer Miranda’s query, “No. I would say that we have another forty minutes in this car before we arrive.” After she had finished speaking, a calm filled the car and it remained for the duration of the drive.

Lucifer was waiting patiently at the destination when they arrived. Their expression contained a nearly undetectable smile as they were mildly surprised all of the women arrived in one piece. With Phasma in the car, they had expected at least an appendage to be missing. Lucifer’s voice twinged with the mischievous knowledge that they had been the sole cause of this silly little trip, “How was your journey?”

Phasma slammed the door shut, looking over at Lucifer with a scowl as she grumbled under her breath about how frustrating they all were. How rude they were for ignoring her very clear rules. Brienne emerged from the passenger side, closing it before answering the lightbringer’s inquiry, “For me? Fine. For the captain? Best not to ask.”

“I slept during most of it, but it was okay. A little boring for my taste, personally.” Miranda shrugged before stretching, trying to get rid of the rigidness and stiffness currently hounding her limbs.

“We are lucky someone isn’t dead,” Larissa huffed, gripping her purse to her as she took her place at the lightbringer’s side, not particularly interested in helping with the bags while Phasma was near the trunk. After their little spat at the beginning of the trip, Larissa was avoiding her at all costs.

Lucifer was amused with Phasma’s and Larissa’s answers. This was going to be very entertaining to the Lightbringer.

Brienne rounded the car, stopping in front of the trunk and opening it. She and Phasma, the strongest ones in the group, had been chosen to carry the heavier pieces of luggage that had been brought on the trip. This was quite obvious, and the two women had no issues with accepting the job, but they started to question just how much of this was needed for a week’s vacation.

As Phasma lugged the baggage toward the shared house they had rented, she realized she would have to sit through all those hours once again when it would be time to return home. It made her groan, knowing that she had barely stayed sane on the ride here. She did not know how she would survive. Less keep this week accident free. Her trigger finger was already twitching, and she just had to be grateful that they had separate rooms.

The trip back was going to suck, that she was sure of.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwen christie #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #got #captain phasma #star wars tfa #star wars #star wars the last jedi #star wars the force awakens #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar (sandman)#the sandman #fanfic #fanfiction #crack fic #the road trip

290 notes · View notes

pirunika · 1 year ago

Text

Masterpost try #368

last updated: 10.11.24

Tags :

#sudraws #my writing #xx #music #reference #photography etc.

Art Blog @mandoart

A03 (being revised)

Feel free to ask me anything, i love talking about my ocs or ideas (´°ω°`) or simply meet people

Fave LIs in no order bc why not :

Lann (Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous)

Heinrix (Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader)

Alistair, Fenris, Blackwall (Dragon Age)

Garrus, Jaal (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Danse (Fallout 4)

Torian, Aric (Swtor)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Astraeus, Alain, Reiner, Nav (Lovestruck)

Liod, Andvari, Chris (Romance Club)

Asra, Julian (The Arcana)

Jumin Han, Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Lucifer, Mammon (Obey Me)

Hanzo (Nightshade)

Raze honestly all 3... (Demonheart)

Ernol, Haron (Ebon Light)

Leander (Touchstarved WIP)

Flannan (The Good People WIP)

M, A (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

Herald, Lady Argent (Fallen Hero)

Hadrian (The Golden Rose)

Uly (Whiskey-Four)

Blade (Shepherds of Haven WIP)

Laurent all of them (Perfumare WIP)

O, G (Infamous WIP)

Games I Play/ed

Dragon Raja Mobile

Sims free2play, mobile, 3, 4

Black Desert Mobile

Fate Grand Order

Cookie Run Kingdom

Eldarya

Lovelink

MeChat

Blush Blush

Choices

Ikemen Sengoku

Samurai LBP

A Date with Death

Andromeda Six

Tailor Tales

Hollywood Red Embrace

Guild Wars 2

Slay the Princess

Fear & Hunger

Samurai of Hyuga

Blood Moon

Tin Star

Relics of the Lost Age

Soul Stone War

Tally Ho

I, the Forgotten One

Fields of Asphodel

Choice of the Deathless

Playlists :

Astraeus (Astoria Fate's Kiss - Lovestruck)

Astoria MC (aka Eos just below)

Sails in the Fog (Romance Club)

Shepherds of Haven WIP IF

Infamous WIP IF Band

Mason (Wayhaven Chronicles)

Some main-ish OCs/MCs :

Manolya 'Mili' Rosebud Sackville (Lord of the Rings Online) #oc: mili 4"

Gulsary Altankaya (DnD Online) #oc: gulsary 4'5"

Vorawin'ther Vandree 'Vora Winter' (Neverwinter/1/2, Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous — a drow in one and dhampir in the latter) #oc: vora, #oc: vorawin'ther 5"

Balta Granar (Elder Scrolls Online) oc: #balta 6'2"

Ayka Delgerdzaya Aeducan (Dragon Age Origins) #oc: ayka 4'8"

Aurora Hawke (Dragon Age 2) #oc: aurora 5'5"

Talas Adaar (Dragon Age Inquisition) #oc: aysha 6'8"

Sue (lol i made a self insert for Fallout New Vegas) #the courier 5'4"

Anna Arslanowicz (Fallout 4) #oc: anna 6"

Elnara 'Ellie' Seitosmanovna Krymsky (Saints Row series) #oc: ellie 5'11"

'Lia' Shepard (Mass Effect trilogy) #oc: lia 5'3"

Valentina 'Tina' Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda) #oc: valentina 5'6"

'Nino Balkish' (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Mando Bounty Hunter) #oc: nino 5'11"

Emija Prizrak (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Republic Trooper) #oc: emija 5'3"

Berra H'akan (Star Wars the Old Republic, Cathar Mando -by birth- Bounty Hunter) #oc: berra 4'11"

Kartili Kelborn (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Smuggler mando ) #oc: kartili 5'7"

Yvadin Stagard (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Bounty Hunter) #oc: yvadin 5'2"

Lirash Paaran (Star Wars the Old Republic, Togruta Bounty Hunter) #oc: lirash 5'10" montrals included

Koalcha (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Imperial Agent token male oc) #oc: koalcha 6'6"

Eos 'Eremenko' surname may vary (MC of Astoria Fate's Kiss / Lost Kisses, interactive fiction in general & Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader & my WIP interpretation of the titan goddess with the same name) #oc: eos 4'11"

Ela (The Arcana, Fictif & Choices stories..etc. #oc: ela 5'8"

Eve 'Mac Diarmada' (Obey Me / Nightbringer, my interpretation of Eve!) #oc: eve 6"

Others :

Star Wars Clan H'akan (original Mandalorian clan settled on Werda, led by Danyal H'akan - also, father of Berra ⬆️) #clan h'akan

Star Wars Clan Strillir (also my Mandalorian clan on Werda, led by Sidar Strillir) #clan strillir

ASOIAF House Dawnbreak (a semi-noble household) here

Cultist Simulator (Follower) OC here (Eos ⬆️AU really...)

My Writing :

Homecoming, gen but Lucifer being Lucifer (OBEY ME)

My Moodboards, Edits :

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC TEMPLATE

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD 2

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 1

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 2

ALAIN RICHTER MOODBOARD

#masterpost #small art blog #small writer #...that better mean what i think it means #Youtube

80 notes · View notes

catgroovical · 2 months ago

Text

favorite character designs featuring three of my own characters. many thanks to the taxpayers for funding the work hours I spent making this

center: my oldest OC but I'm working on a name that doesn't suck

clockwise grid: Shockwave, Agos Roxas (WoL), Meta Knight, Makima, Venom Snake, Mohg, Elster, Magos Dominus Faustinius, Zero, Baiken, Ashagax (Tav), Neo Metal Sonic

Left Column: Divine Beast Dancing Lion, Soundwave, Char's Zaku II Commander, Fused Zamasu, Marina, Archaon the Everchosen, Mirko (specifically when she has her prosthetics), Cithis, FROG Trooper, Violet Evergarden

Top Row: Princess Luna, ND-5, Revan, Lio Fotia (armored), Ikit Claw, Nagash (skeleton version), Immortan Joe, The Winged Lion

Right Column: Exdeath, Izutsumi, Davy Jones, Scorch, Ultramarine Chaplain, NCR Ranger, Envy, Midra, Lokhir Fellheart (art by hou_jae04), Shoretrooper

Bottom Row: Yoru, Asuka Shikinami, Aemond Targaryen, Malum Caedo (and any other Space Marine who uses Corvus Armor), Lucifer, Zagreus, GLaDOS, Dr. Nefarious

#this grid has an odd number of eyes and limbs #didn't count though

4 notes · View notes

xshybutdeadlyx · 10 months ago

Text

Spoilers

What I wanna see next season is if the hotel gang CAN get Alastor to see them as friends. Personally, I think when he was talking with Nifty, there's is a spark of fondness as he watched them, but also I 100 percent believe he would/is using them for his personal gain. To get out of whatever deal he's in I'm sure he would resort to any underhanded tricks or use anyone to get out of it which makes him a very interesting character to me especially if he holds any ounce of fondness for anyone regardless of who. Because you can still seek power and even have that power and be fond of certain people. I'm just curious to see what the gang is gonna do. Like Charlie, would she be the one to show Alastor " Hey you didn't have to be so underhanded about this, even if you don't see me as a friend you're still a friend to me and I would have done it for you and all you had to do was ask." Like, could that sway Alastor? Would that be enough to? It seems like Rosie and him are tight, but they also mutually benefit from each other . There is exploitation on both their ends, but there is still that fondness. Enough for them to be drinking tea and gossiping about the old hag Susan. I think all and all I'm really curious about is the WHAT IF and I'm spirling from it. I think it would be a GRULING and PAINSTAKING road to get the Radio demon of all people to, in any sort of sense, care about you. But dammit I think it means something when he let Charlie sing into his microphone because that's his damn power he shouldn't let ANYONE near that shit! But here he is, letting the princess of hell sing a magical Disney number to a bunch of cannibals. Sure, you can say it was for her to use her charm and to get all the cnnibals on their side and for them to you know, hear her. But like she had a perfectly good microphone to use, she didn't need to use HIS, and he didn't need to give it to her. Hell, he could have just held it out for her to sing into or speak whatever, but he physically gave it to her. In my eyes, that means something.

But I also believe that his fight with Adam set him back. He was getting too comfortable he was growing soft. And becoming soft gets, you killed, and Alastor can't die before he accomplishes what he wants to accomplish. And what does he want to accomplish when he actually gets out of this deal? Does he want to be the overlord of overlords? Does he want to overthrow lucifer? It would explain the animosity when he met him. Whatever the power grab is for I do believe that any ounce of fondness he did hold for them is now pushed back into the recesses of his mind and he's now back to pilot Alastor that's there for one reason only. But I don't think that means that that fondness can't be pulled back out, especially if the gang ends up helping him get out of his deal of their own free will. But depending on how he would need to get out of the deal, I guess the question would be, would they? As long as it ain't killing someone, I feel like Charlie's bleeding heart would do anything to help Alastor.

Of course, all this is hypothetical, and it's from the context of how I read the scenes as well as him as a character. Personally all this word vomit is because the thought of the gang having to physically fight Alastor literally makes me anxious as hell because I fucking love everyone and I just want to be mad delusional and everyone still be demons have flaws but be besties at the end of the day! Is that too much to ask!? If you stayed and actually read all my word vomit I thank you, you're a trooper and I respect the hell out of you because this was essentially just a rant post to get my anxiety out of me as well as to just kinda dive into the mind of Alastor from my point of view.

Hopfully season 2 wont take another 4 years and hopfully it's gentle with my poor little fragile heart because the fucking season finale of season 1 fucked me straight up brother, in good and back ways :D.

#Hazbin Hotel #Alastor #Theories and hypotheticals #i just be yapping

11 notes · View notes

casp1an-sea · 8 months ago

Text

Star Wars But Batter Part 4

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

because I’m releasing till we meet Han and I’m still bored

———————

(Another time skip bc I don’t care about imperial bs. I don’t even remember what they were talking about. All I know is Vader choked someone for calling the force weak. Now back to Luc and obi-wan who had to stop in front of a Jawa sand crawler that was in the path. They look at the remains of the dead Jawas)

Luc: Well then, guess the sand people had an argument.

Obi-wan: no not sand people-

Luc: :O Are you saying that I'm wrong?

Obi-wan: These blast points are much too accurate. Must be Storm troopers.

Luc: (muebles) Then I guess you haven’t met a stormtrooper! (See’s tracs of giant alien lizards that the stormtrooper AKA Sand troopers ride) Oh this was done by Sand Troopers!

Obi-wan: Exactly

Luc: No you said stormtroopers so I’m still right. Wait, these are the same Jawas we bought 3PO and R2 from… MY AUNT AND UNCLE! (Hops in their spider driving home as fast as possible and leaving the others behind. When Luc arrives their home is smoking and 2 shriveled burnt skeletons lay at the door.)

Luc: Damn okay then empire, you really know how to make friends don’t you.

(Another time skip because I don’t care about Vader’s torture kink. Back to the human BBQ)

Ben: (Somehow arriving just after Luke even though he had to walk Woah maybe he used that once in a lifetime force super speed???) There was nothing you could have done luc.

Luc: Well I guess I don’t have any stuff to do now. I’ll join your cult or whatever, nothing keeping me here now.

(They ride in the speeder for a bit till they get to a huge city Luc’s never been too)

Obi-wan: Welcome to Mos Eisley spaceport, a wretched hive of scum and villainy!

Luc: If it’s that bad why would you take me here.

Obi-wan: Because there’s bound to be a pilot who can take us to Alderaan here.

Luc: I’m sure there are less sketchy pilots in other cities though?

Obi-wan: I’m kind of broke

Luc: -_-

(They drive through mos eisley and are stopped by stormtroopers)

Trooper: How long have you had these droids

Luc: Long time, what's it to you!

Obi-wan: They’re on sale if you want them.

3PO: oh dear

Trooper: (To luc) Let me see your identification

Obi-wan: (Moves his hand around) You don’t need to see their identifications

Trooper: We don’t need to see their identification.

Other trooper: What the Hell Larry?!

Obi-wan: Move along

Trooper: Move along

Other trooper: You are so fired

(They drive away and head into town and enter the largest cantina)

Bartender: (Sees 3PO and R2) We don’t serve their kind here!

Luc: Uh that’s kinda droidist.

Bartender: Get them out!

Luc: N-

3PO: Don’t bother Sir Lucifer, me and R2 will stand outside.

Luc: Okay if that’s what you want.

(3PO and R2 go outside and Obi-wan and Luc go up to the bar)

Walrus man: (Walks up and pokes Luc’s shoulder) Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!?

Luc: Hey don’t touch me that’s harassment!

Dr. Evasan: (Comes up behind Walrus man) He doesn’t like you!

Luc: That’s his problem

Dr. Evasan: I don’t like you either

Luc: And that’s your problem, (Turns away)

Dr. Evasan: (Grabs Luc’s shoulder pulling back) You better watch yourself! We’re wanted men. I ha-

Luc: Have you seen this place? I’m pretty sure everyone here is wanted.

Dr. Evasan: Are you mocking me?

Luc: No, (Mocking him) Are you mocking me? That’s mocking you.

(Pondo Baba suddenly grabs Luc and throws them over a table. He draws a blaster leveling it with Luc’s head)

Droidist Bartender: NO BLASTERS!

(Obi-wan ignites his lightsaber and, like the savage he is, cuts off Pondo’s blaster arm for virtually no reason. (“From my point of view the jedi are evil”))

(The wookie that had been talking to Obi-wan walks away to a table in the back)

Obi-wan (To look bc apparently everyone is just ignoring what happened)(Points at the wookie) That was Chewbacca, He’s first mate on a ship that might suit our needs.

Luc: Are we Just gonna ignore what just happened?

Obi-wan: We should follow him. (Walks after Chewie)

Luc: Well then I guess we are. (Mumbles to themself) Good Job Luc not only you’ve been inducted into a cult, it’s a violent cult… Hm, maybe I can take it over.

(Meanwhile 3PO is outside complaining to R2 bc I mean does he ever do anything else?)

(They walk up to a table in the back corner of the room. A guy is sitting there with his elbows very rudely on the table. Like seriously manners, this is a quality joint!)

(Did I mention that the whole time live music has been playing. Live Jiz played by the galacticly famous band, Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes. Anyway back to the Guy)

Han: Han Solo, I’m captain of the Millennium Falcon-

Luc: What the Hell is a Falcon.

Han: No Idea, but she’s my ship now. Anyway, Chewie tells me you’re looking for passage to Alderan.

Obi-wan: Yes, If it’s a fast ship.

Han: Fast ship? Fast Ship?! Have you ever heard of the Millennium Falcon?

Luc: (Muebles) Obviously Not

Han: She made the Kessel Run in less than 12 Parsecs!

Luc: Parsecs is distance so how does that tell us your ship is fast?

Han: They don’t measure the Kessel Run in time kid.

Luc: Mhm, still doesn’t change my point.

Han: (Grumbles) She’s outrun imperial starships, and not the little ones mind you. I’m talking about big Corellian ships!

Luc: See that’s a better sales pitch

(Chewbacca laughs and Han glares at him)

(Side note: This dynamic is gonna be way more hostile now bc not Only Leia will be constantly bashing Han for everything Luc will as well. Fun!)

Han: Don’t tell me how to do my job kid!

Luc: (Mumbles just loud enough for him) I could do it better… loser.

Han: I’m very close to shooting you in the mouth! (Turns to Obi-wan) What’s the damn cargo already lets just get this over with.

Obi-wan: Me, the child, 2 droids, and no questions asked.

Han: Oh this just gets better doesn’t it, you guys are criminals or something?

Luc: Aren’t you a criminal?

Han: Shut up or the deal is off!

(Luc smiles smugly to themself)

Obi-wan: Let’s just say we’d like to avoid any imperial entanglements

Luc: Isn’t it more sus to be riding with someone who’s a criminal and most likely also wanted by the em-

Han: (Ignores Luc) So that’s the trick isn’t it? Well it’s gonna cost you extra… 10,000 credits.

Luc: Hmmm, I could buy a small ship with that… are you worth a small ship? I’m thinking no.

(Han is about to say something but Obi-wan cuts him off)

Obi-wan: We’ll give you 2,000 now and 15 once we reach Alderan.

Han: (Smiles) 17,000? You guys really must be desperate. Deal! Meat me in docking bay 94. Also you guys should probably get going I think someone’s interested in the old man’s handy work. (Gestures towards some stormtroopers coming into the bar)

Luc: Or we could Just kill them all.

Obi-wan: That’s not the Jedi way.

Luc: I’m no Jedi!

(Obi-wan slinks out the back door and Luc reluctantly follows)

(Outside of the cantina)

Obi-wan: We’ll have to sell your speeder.

Luc: What if I don’t want to

Obi-wan: Do you want to get to alderaan?

Luc: No not really

Obi-wan: What will you do here? And if you leave will you ever need your spreader?

Luc: Yeah that's fair, fine , we can sell it.

(Back in the Bar at Han’s table. A green alien ignoring the no blaster rule walks up with the blaster aimed at Han as Han begins to get up)

Greedo: Going somewhere Solo? (All of greedo’s quotes are translated from his native language Rodian)

Han: (Sits back down) Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba that I’ve got his money.

Greedo: It’s too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. Jabba’s put a price on your head, so large that every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be after you. I’m lucky I found you first.

Han: You flatter me, but this time I got the money.

Greedo: If you give it to me I might forget I found you.

Han: I’m not stupid, besides I don’t have it on me right now. Tell Jabba-

Greedo: Jabba’s through with you. He has no time for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an imperial cruiser.

Han: Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice?

(Han slowly reaches for his gun under the cover of the table)

Greedo: You can tell Jabba that. He may only take your ship.

Han: Over my dead body!

Greedo: That’s the idea. I’ve been looking forward to killing you for a long time!

Han: Yeah, I’ll bet you have! (Han shoots before Greedo can pull his trigger, because Han always shoots first, and kills greedo.)

(Han stands up and walk towards the door going to meet Chewie at docking bay 94 he flips a coin onto the counter in front of the bartender)

Han: Sorry for the mess

(Time skipping over boring imperial conversations and selling spreaders and R2 finding out how doors work)

(Obi-wan and luc enter docking bey 91 where Han and Obi-wan are waiting)

Luc: (Looks at the falcon) What a piece of Junk. (That’s og luke’s quote but I thought it worked.)

(“The tall figure of han solo comes down the boarding ramp” why does the og script have to word it like this)

Han: She’ll make point five beyond lightspeed. She may not look much but she’s got it where it counts, Kid. I’ve added some special modifications myself.

Luc: (Grimaces) I can tell you’re not an artist then.

Han: (Rolls his eyes) Do me a favor and don’t talk to me till we get to Alderan.

Luc: Hm, no!

Han: Ugh let’s just get a move on… (Stormtroopers run into the hanger) LIKE NOW! (Begins shooting at the troopers as he waits for the others to get onto the falcon)

(As soon as everyone is in Chewie lifts off as Han shoots at the troopers from the boarding ramp and runs inside at last second as the ramp lifts. He runs towards the cockpit)

Han: Let’s punch it chewie!

(As soon as they get out of the atmosphere the ship hops into lightspeed)

———————

#Star Wars but better #star wars au #star wars #a new hope #Xe.Lu.Le :)

3 notes · View notes

books-and-catears · 2 years ago

Note

Hello!! :D I noticed your post to describe our mc's to you too late TvT but I still wanted to join the bandwagon.

My MC is just a walking hazard giving constant heart attacks to the overprotective demon bros :>

Just to prove dis here is a beautiful situation I made up <3

MC: Hey Guys! :D

Mammon: Oh! Hi MC- wAiT- MC WHY IS YOUR HEAD BLEEDING!?

Levi: Nice try mammon :| mc just ignore hIM- WTF IT'S ACTUALLY BLEEDING?!!!!!!

MC: Huh? *touches side of face dripping in blood* Oh when did this happen :0 lmao how come I didn't notice .

Lucifer: WDYM! HOW DIDN'T YOU NOTICE? HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?

MC: Oh it probably happened when I was walking here I tripped over my own feet and banged my head on the sharp edge of a wall :>

Satan; CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LATER AND STOP THE BLEEDING FIRST >:0 WHERE TF IS THE FIRST AID KID?!

*Chaos Ensues*~

(Btw this is something that happened IRL to me when I was at school of all places lol. I was walking to the computer lab alone cuz I was the class monitor and had to ensure everyone else went first. I was walking; tripped over my own feet and as yk banged my head on the wall and it cut open a gash on my head. At that time I was too overcome with adrenaline from the fall so I gently touched my head and it wasn't bleeding at the time so I just went on with my day and when I entered class a few ppl legit started screaming cuz the side of my head was covered with blood :> yeah.....so then I was rushed to hospital by my teachers who were panicking way more than me [idk why? It's not like it was their fault of anything? :/] and I was weirdly calm throughout the whole ordeal. Anyways I got seven stitches that day and I was super proud bc I thought I was super badass for getting stiches like my older cousin bros)

OOH ANOTHER MC?! And BASED ON A REAL STORY! Bro, you're just a brave chaotic little trooper!

Everytime you show up like this, three more of Lucifer's hairs grow white. And you are also why Diavolo and Barbatos seem to be baby-proofing EVERYTHING.

Mammon and Beel probably give you the poofiest jackets to wear to lessen the collision force. Asmo keeps an extra bag of sparkly bandaids and scar treatment creams in his room. Satan constantly busies himself with human anatomy book just to make sure you haven't hurt yourself fatally. And Levi will probably give you Ruri-themed protective gear like helmets and knee caps at this rate.

Solomon and Simeons shower you with protective charms and Luke constantly bakes cakes with healing magic.

29 notes · View notes

vyrulent · 8 months ago

Text

Chloe could feel her body weakening. She felt as if all of her energy had been sucked right out of her. If it weren't for Lucifer, she knew that she would have stayed curled up near the bank and would have died there. She may have saved him from a horrific drowning, but he had saved her from freezing to death as her very human body slowly started to move towards hypothermia.

She laid down in the seat. Head laid on Lucifer's lap as she felt the heat rushing over the both of them. Body shivered in waves. Again, she curled into herself, attempting to hold in what warmth she had left.

The pain that Lucifer must have been going through, with how he was pushing through it to get them to the warmth and safety of their home away from home, was a foggy blimp at the edges of her mind. Chloe could only truly focus on warmth, of how cold she felt.

In this state, it had felt like an agonizing amount of hours before they arrived at the cabin when the reality of it had been only a few minutes. Luck had been on their side. There'd been no ice sheets or troopers with a want to write speeding tickets.

Being the Devil afforded one quite the luxury of knowledge, knowledge his other, disconnected angelic siblings may not have known. Freezing was a popular torture in Hell, especially for those who lived in a majority winter climate. As such, Lucifer knew very well what could happen to a human body when exposed to freezing temperatures for too long. And, given that with her near, his invulnerability what scrapped, it meant they were both still in real danger.

Luckily, the one thing Chloe's presence didn't affect was his Celestial strength. So although his body was screaming in pain, blurring into rapidly numbing, hauling her across the ice was still very much in the scope of what he was able to accomplish. Once he felt the ice turned to frozen earth, he paused to pull her into his arms. They both needed to get warm, now, and they were racing against the clock.

"H-Hardly," Lucifer ground out, feeling almost like his very vocal chords were paralyzed by the cold.

Carrying her across the steep snow, he made a beeline for the car, their one hope. It took him several tries to even attempt to open the door, but when he did, he deposited her into the passenger seat before struggling to his side of the car. He didn't even bother with his key, knowing his numb and shakings hands would waste too much time, and instead just gave a small touch of his powers to turn it on instead. Forcing his hands to grip the steering wheel, and sending a silent apology to his precious car for the rough ride ahead, he spun off towards the direction of the cabin.

#thereallucifer666 #( chloe replies )

1K notes · View notes

automatismoateo · 2 months ago

Text

This is what my dumbass ex said when I asked them if they are evacuating Tampa Florida because of the hurricaine. via /r/atheism

This is what my dumbass ex said when I asked them if they are evacuating Tampa, Florida because of the hurricaine. "No, no, no I am not evacuating. For my God, my Jesus Christ and Thee Holy Spirit, is keeping me safe. And as long as I remain in Him and He in me. The devil, lucifer, satan, can't touch me, or His,(my God, my Jesus Christ,Thee Holy Spirit) and my fur babies (cats) Safe, Sound, Protected and Well Loved!!! Amen, Amen & Hallelujah Amen!!! For I Trust, Believe & Receive in Him Only!!! Amen, Amen and Hallelujah Amen!! My God,myJesus Christ &Thee Holy Spirit has got this. He's got me and All of our fur babies( cats), All of them!!! Amen ,Amen & Hallelujah Amen!!!" I sent them this, but I know they wouldn't understand. It makes too much sense for them. A storm descends on a small town, and the downpour soon turns into a flood. As the waters rise, the local preacher kneels in prayer on the church porch, surrounded by water. By and by, one of the townsfolk comes up the street in a canoe. "Better get in, Preacher. The waters are rising fast." "No," says the preacher. "I have faith in the Lord. He will save me." Still the waters rise. Now the preacher is up on the balcony, wringing his hands in supplication, when another guy zips up in a motorboat. "Come on, Preacher. We need to get you out of here. The levee's gonna break any minute." Once again, the preacher is unmoved. "I shall remain. The Lord will see me through." After a while the levee breaks, and the flood rushes over the church until only the steeple remains above water. The preacher is up there, clinging to the cross, when a helicopter descends out of the clouds, and a state trooper calls down to him through a megaphone. "Grab the ladder, Preacher. This is your last chance." Once again, the preacher insists the Lord will deliver him. And, predictably, he drowns. A pious man, the preacher goes to heaven. After a while he gets an interview with God, and he asks the Almighty, "Lord, I had unwavering faith in you. Why didn't you deliver me from that flood?" God shakes his head. "What did you want from me? I sent you two boats and a helicopter." Submitted October 10, 2024 at 05:14AM by WartOnTrevor (From Reddit https://ift.tt/FaNC7DJ)

#reddit

0 notes

bri-sonat · 2 years ago

Text

Gwen's Big Five On Valentine's Day

Inspired by this post from @alloftheprompts.

Happy belated Valentine's Day! This was a collaboration between @daydream-cement (her idea) and me. (Of course with assistance from the lovely Gwouncil GC, @na-shoba, @booitsrue, @funky--lesbian, and @margot-the-lesbian-god.)

Do they celebrate Valentine’s Day?

Brienne: If Valentine's Day existed back in the olden days? Yes. <3 She’d wake up early to go pick flowers and make a bouquet she could give to her love the second they woke up. Then she’d have a whole day planned. Go for a horse ride in the woods where Brienne has a picnic planned. Then later in the evening they’d go star-gazing, Brienne having read up on every single constellation the days leading up, so she could point them out and tell her love a little bit about them. Then the day would finish in her quarters where she would make tender love to her partner.

Larissa: Happily! Her partner would most likely plan the activities for the day as she is a busy woman (plus she loves to feel spoiled). She puts a lot of thought into her gifts and activities that she does plan, however. Sometimes her perfectionism gets the best of her and she gets nervous about giving her present to her partner.

Lucifer: I think their partner would bring up the idea of it to them first. If they knew their person wanted to celebrate, they would in a heartbeat. Otherwise, they see it as a silly human holiday.

Phasma: In a way, yes. She’d have a trooper run and deliver a small gift disguised as something else. Then as a valentines gift, (more like a grand gesture), she’d let her partner take control in the bedroom, very uncharacteristic of her and she has a hard time keeping her hands to herself, but wanting to showing her love in the very best way she can; by relinquishing control, if even for one night.

Miranda: YESYESYESYES. When she doesn’t have a partner, she will celebrate with her single friends. BUT IF SHE DOES HAVE A PARTNER, then they best expect the most thoughtful and loving day of their lives. From waking up all the way to the end of the night, they better expect to have constant words and messages of love coming their way.

How do they feel about Valentine’s Day?

Brienne: She likes it, she expresses her love for her partner year-round, but is very careful about where she does it, knowing how some people look at non-traditional relationships. So she uses Valentine's Day as an excuse to make grander gestures but still keeps it low-key.

Larissa: She likes it for the sake of showing love to her partner. Years without a partner did make her dislike the holiday for a while.

Lucifer: Thoroughly indifferent, but their partner's face when they woke up to hundreds of red roses in their chambers did make them smile a bit.

Phasma: Doesn’t necessarily love it, but doesn’t hate it either. Likes using the day to do something special for her partner.

Miranda: She loves a reason to love others and show her love! In years past, she has made valentines for her friends or hosted dinner parties for everyone to celebrate together. Having a partner makes her reign in showing love to others and instead, she pours all of that love into making that day special just for them.

Where would they take someone on a Valentine's Day date?

Brienne: Picnic, star-gazing, cloud watching, horse riding, go for a nice stroll.

Larissa: Dinner at her home. She would appreciate the intimacy and would love to cook for her person.

Lucifer: Stroll through the gardens and have a quiet dinner together.

Phasma: There’s a spot on the Starkiller that Phasma found one evening whilst she was patrolling, no one else knows about it but her and that’s where she takes her love. Once there, you can see out into the galaxy, only a faraway asteroid field but Phasma thinks they are beautiful, (simply because they can destroy a vessel within seconds.)

Miranda: This is the most painful decision for her. She has a million date ideas, but has to whittle them down to just a handful?? She would probably end up choosing nothing fancy for dinner, maybe her partner's favorite takeout food with a beach date to watch the sunset.

What would they write in a Valentine’s Day card?

Brienne: “My Dear Beloved. Every day I wake up, staggered at the love you continue to show me. I never thought I would be deserving of you, even less the care and affection you have for me. When you first told me that you found me attractive, beautiful even, I could not believe my ears, for I have heard the opposite for so many years that I had started to believe it, doubting your words. Then you kissed me, and you never stopped kissing me. And every day that you do, I can hardly understand it, and it makes my heart flutter every single time. I’m so infatuated with you, and my love holds no boundaries. I am so honored to be yours, to call you mine, and will be until the end of our lives. All of my love and adoration is reserved for you only, my darling. Forever and truly, your Brienne.”

Larissa: Something short and sweet. She would rather show her love than put it in writing. “Thank you for all you do, my dear. Loving you has been one of my greatest privileges. Here’s to many more Valentine’s Days with you.”

Lucifer: “My sweet angel. Ever since your arrival, you have never failed to light up this dark realm, your smile shining brighter than the Silver City, your eyes holding such mystery; mystery that I can not wait to unravel. I would not ever want to miss you, Hell would be quite lonely and dingy without you. For all eternity I shall be yours, as you shall be mine, and we shall rule Hell together as one. All my love, your Lucifer.”

Phasma: “I must admit. I have grown quite fond of you these past months we have spent together. What started as a sex-only relationship has transformed into something I’m not well-versed in. I was not expecting to fall in love with you, in fact, I hated myself for it. I will stop being sappy now, because I am cringing and practically throwing up in my mouth just writing this, yet I still wanted you to know. Do not mention this letter to anyone, I will not hesitate to make things difficult for you. - Captain Phasma.

Miranda: Quotes Star Trek. “As Katrina Cornwell once said, “Love is a choice. And one doesn’t just make that choice once. One makes it again and again.” I’m so happy that each day I get to choose to love you and I can’t wait to choose to love you again and again and again.”

What present would they like to receive (even secretly like to receive)?

Brienne: She would not care what she received, any gift from her love is perfect to her because they gave it to her. She does love the personalized gifts, knowing that her partner put extra thought into giving her something purely, and only, for her.

Larissa: SHE IS THE HARDEST PERSON TO SHOP FOR OH GOD. Don’t try and get her clothes or jewelry I BEG OF YOU. She is too specific to buy her something to wear. SWEETS is the safe bet. She will love it.

Lucifer: Anything their partner gives them. ANYTHING. They want for nothing, but the thought of a gift alone means all the world.

Phasma: Openly, nothing. Secretly, a small trinket to have on her bedside table, it being her only possession.

Miranda: THE PERFECT GIFT? Something from one of her favorite tv shows/movies. Something that shows you must have been listening to her in-depth discussions about the nuance of a show. But also, the traditional things of candy and flowers would make her blush right up to her ears.

Do they have a special Valentine’s Day tradition?

Brienne: She makes it a habit to pick flowers every single year to make a bouquet. The dates vary throughout the years, but the flowers in the morning stay the same.

Larissa: She gets those cheap boxed Valentines with the heart candies to give to her students to give out on Valentine’s Day. She also loves going to the store on the 15th to get on sale candy.

Lucifer: Their tradition is to try and top what they did the year before. 100 roses on the first Valentine’s Day? Make it 500 the next. And 5000 the one after.

Phasma: Relinquishing control.

Miranda: She would be extremely nostalgic and would want to repeat a certain activity each year with her partner. Take-out on the beach? Breakfast in bed? An afternoon at the arcade? Whatever is her partner’s favorite, she will turn into a tradition.

Would they dress up all sexy for their partner? What would they wear?

Brienne: She would attempt to, but would end up not doing it, not finding herself sexy enough to find the confidence to display herself in that way. She’d end up dressing down instead, laying under the covers to not expose everything, but sticking out a leg to let her partner know that she is indeed naked under there.

Larissa: 10000% She always loves an excuse to break out the lingerie and dress herself up for her partner.

Lucifer: It wouldn’t be a first thought for them. Perhaps if they were asked to. BUT LET'S BE HONEST WE WOULD ALL LOVE TO SEE LUCIFER IN LINGERIE OH GOD

Phasma: Yes. Phasma does not own any personal things. However, she would buy a lingerie set to use for Valentines Day only, the one day during the year when her partner gets to do whatever they want. It would be black, lacy, and sheer. Matching thigh-high fishnets and garter belt.

Miranda: If her partner were to get her something to wear for Valentine’s Day, then yes. She would feel extremely self-conscious in it at first, but with encouragement and words of affirmation, she would end up really enjoying dressing up for their partner.

Would they get their partner a present? What would it be?

Brienne: FLOWERS!! CUSTOM-MADE DAGGER!! HER UNDYING LOVE AND ATTENTION!!

Larissa: She always says ‘Let’s not do anything too crazy this year’, but then proceeds to buy her partner jewelry and make them an elaborate dinner.

Lucifer: They would! It really depends on their partner. Truly they would want to get them something specific to their tastes. They like books? Well here is a rare copy of a book that only a few hundred people have read before. They like art? “Well, I have recreated the Louvre here in the palace for us to enjoy together.”

Phasma: Lingerie.

Miranda: OF COURSE! Matching something. She will want to get her partner and herself some type of matching clothes

Do they think Valentine’s Day is a holiday made by greeting card companies?

Brienne: No, considering she celebrated it before greeting card companies existed.

Larissa: Completely, but it is still fun to indulge.

Lucifer: “No. It came to be during the 14th and 15th centuries with the association of “lovebirds” in early spring.”

Phasma: “I don’t care.”

Miranda: YES! AND THAT IS WHY SHE WILL MAKE her partner a card instead :)

#gwendoline christie #brienne of tarth #larissa weems #lucifer morningstar (the sandman)#lucifer morningstar the sandman #captain phasma #miranda hilmarson #gwen christie

246 notes · View notes

daydream-cement · 2 years ago

Text

The Road Trip Ch. 4

The fun begins. The house isn't as it seems to be. Twists and turns, hidden doors, and our headmistress, knight, constable, and captain are stuck in the thick of it.

this was written in collaboration with @bri-sonat. this is most definitely my favorite part of the story. the twists and turns were a delight to write with you <3

“Good morning, all.” Lucifer turned the corner, entering the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to see all of the women eating breakfast together, even if it was in silence, “Glad to see you all out and about this fine day.”

“And where have you been?” Larissa inquired, dropping her spoon down into her yogurt bowl and frowning up at the lightbringer. The shapeshifter believed if they had been there to mediate yesterday, much of the group's issues would have spiraled out of control as they had. Rather than acknowledge Larissa’s attitude, Lucifer elected to ignore her, their eyes searching around the breakfast table for anyone else willing to contribute to the conversation.

Phasma didn’t even bother to look up at the lightbringer, frustrated at them for having the ability to leave and reappear whenever they wished. The captain just wished they would take her with them the next time, she could do with some time away from the fools she had found herself cohabitating with. If she had to pick one that got on her nerves the least, it would have to be Brienne, but even the knight seemed to have gotten sucked into the purgatory that was fraternization.

None of the women at the table seemed eager to interact with Lucifer, but one of them had to speak up sooner or later. One had to ‘take one for the team,’ even if the team part was questionable.

“Lively bunch... Well, I’m sure you are wondering why you have all been forced to cohabitate with one another.” Lucifer grew tired of waiting, preferring to get straight to the point over staring blankly at the group of women, “I brought you all here for my own selfish interest. The tournaments down in Hell just don’t do it for me anymore, I needed some fresh entertainment.”

This was not liked by any one of the residents, but the one that was first to voice her displeasure was Phasma, “What the fuck! I could kill you right now.” The captain rose from her chair, ready to march right up to Lucifer and smite them where they stood, but Brienne snatched the trooper’s arm, holding it in a bruising grip. After sitting down, not without struggling to rip out of the knight’s steadfast grasp, she was staring at the Morningstar, her wrath fuming and steaming. “So. You are saying that we are your personal little guinea pigs brought here for your entertainment, and now you expect us to dance for you like good little puppets? In your fucking dreams.”

Lucifer remained unphased at Phasma’s outburst, hands clasped in front of them with their habitual elegance, an intrusive calmness radiating from their person, “Yes. That is exactly what I am saying, you connected the pieces real swiftly, didn’t expect it to be you.”

Larissa snorted at Lucifer’s subtle roast, not being able to hold it in from the pure shock of the lightbringer’s statement. She felt the captain’s burning gaze on her but ignored it, deciding to stay silent, invested in the developments and the exposing of the ruler’s plans.

Miranda’s brow was furrowed, eyes focused down on the kitchen table as she spoke, “So what exactly do you have planned for us to do?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Once you’re finished with breakfast, you can open the envelope and get started.” Lucifer glanced down at their robes, smoothing them down calmly before making eye contact with each of the women, “Even if you don’t see me... I’ll be watching.”

“Aw, fuck you and your cryptic ass sentences!” Phasma was having none of this bullshit, this was not the vacation she had signed up for, “‘Even if you don’t see me I’ll be watching,’ what the hell does that even mean? Oh, I hate them! I really do!”

Brienne’s grip on Phasma’s arm never faltered, knowing that if she loosened it even a tiny bit, the captain would take the opportunity to remove herself from the grasp and attack Lucifer, “Yeah, yeah. I know you do.” The knight sighed tiredly, she hadn’t even been awake twenty minutes and this day was already being set up to be longer than the one before.

Larissa reached out for the envelope, not willing to cause as much of a fuss as Phasma, more so out of pride than lack of concern for her own personal safety. She pried open the metal of the manilla envelope, turning to ask a question, but the being had already left the women to their own devices.

“And now the Ruler of Teleportation is gone again! Unbelievable…” Phasma kept muttering under her breath about how she would kill Lucifer and ‘when I get my hands on them….’ Brienne being the one having to hear every single word spoken considering her proximity. “Lord Brienne, you can let me go now, Major Fuckface is gone.” The knight released the captain’s arm and they were both sure it would leave a bruise.

Pulling two pages from the envelope, Larissa scanned the tops of both pages, one was addressed to Phasma and Brienne, and the other to Larissa and Miranda, “It looks like we are being split up into teams. Lord Commander and the Captain together and Miranda and I together.” Passing the one sheet over the table to the captain and knight, Larissa held out the leftover sheet to Miranda for her to take.

Miranda began scanning the page she was handed, reading over the words quickly as she held out the document far enough for Larissa to lean over and read along. They were being asked to see their way down to the basement where the clue to escaping can be ‘found beneath all that has been lost.’ The constable tilted her hand and wrinkled her nose, muttering softly enough so only Larissa could hear, “What does that even mean?”

Phasma cringed as she read over her note, “Is this- Is this team building? Am I being forced to work with people to be able to leave? Oh. Oh, I am going to throw up.”

Brienne rolled her eyes at Phasma’s theatrics, “Stop being such a drama queen. Be glad you’re with me and not Headmistress Weems.” The captain looked to the knight with a puzzled countenance, “Miranda told me about the spout you two had last night, she didn’t go into details, though. Only that you had a ‘knock-down, drag-out fight,’ whatever that connotes.”

The captain sighed, almost relieved that she was with Brienne out of all the potential choices, she would never admit this, of course, or that she found the knight tolerable. The Lord Commander stood up, reading the note Phasma was currently over the trooper’s shoulder, softly mumbling to herself as she did.

“Larissa... I don’t want to go down to the basement.” Miranda turned to the shapeshifter, shaking her head at the thought of descending to the basement that she had already envisioned to be a creepy and dangerous place.

The shapeshifter pushed her chair back and stood, placing a hand on her hip as she stared down at the constable, “Well, it doesn’t seem like we have a choice, do we?” With that Larissa stepped away from the table and pushed her chair in, pausing momentarily to see if Miranda was following her.

“No...” Miranda murmured, getting up from her own chair and following Larissa. She wasn’t sure if the shapeshifter knew exactly where the basement was.

Brienne watched as the shapeshifter and constable left the kitchen to find, and eventually make their way to, the basement door, still standing behind a sitting Phasma, “Are we supposed to follow them, or is this like a two-at-a-time thing?”

Phasma, who was losing every grain of the small amount of patience left in her body at Lucifer’s new source of amusement that involved torturing her and her hermit self, responded after reading the oracular riddle again to find an answer for the blonde knight, “I don’t fuckin’ know.”

The knight furrowed her brow, reading the words on the note over and over, drawing the conclusion that if she didn’t say anything, they could sit here all day. Phasma sure as hell wouldn’t willingly join the team activity, “I say we follow them, Captain. Two more sets of eyes couldn’t hurt.”

The captain groaned, standing up from her chair and folding up the paper once again before stuffing it in one of her pockets on her trousers, “Fine. After you, Lord Brienne.” Phasma was on the edge of another outburst and used extreme solemnity to abstain from murdering everyone and everything, even if the idea was tempting. She had no interest in breaking rules when she valued them so much herself.

Jogging to catch up to Larissa, Miranda silently assisted the focused headmistress by prying open doors on the left side of the hallway while Larissa checked the right. After five combined unsuccessful tries, they finally opened a door containing the stairs leading down to the basement.

Brienne and Phasma, who had followed Larissa and Miranda’s path, caught up just as the two women opened the basement door, deciding to stay a few feet away so as to not eavesdrop or have the other team hear them speak, it was two for two after all.

Descending the stairs, Larissa led the way, heels clicking against each of the wood stairs. A light cord was barely visible halfway down the flight and Miranda reached an arm over Larissa’s shoulder to illuminate the staircase. Miranda took in the unfinished basement, seeing that it was mostly used for storage, “Creepy, isn’t it?”

The shapeshifter continued down the staircase, a little slower this time, unsure of what they would find, “It certainly is…”

Once the shapeshifter and constable had reached the bottom of the stairs, the knight and captain followed, the wood creaking under their feet and they almost regretted not wearing warmer socks as the steps were cold, “Gods, it’s cold down here.” Brienne was the first of the two to comment on it, feeling an intense urge to run up to her room and collect her slippers.

“You’re telling me… It’s almost as cold as Hoth down here…” Phasma mumbled behind Brienne, deciding to make an effort to converse with the knight, considering they’d probably be stuck together for a while.

“Hoth?” The knight questioned the captain’s simile, pleasantly surprised at Phasma’s contribution to the dialogue.

“Snowy planet,” Phasma explained as they reached the end of the steps. She took a look around the dim cellar and decided to search the opposite side of Larissa and Miranda’s direction when she saw the route they opted with.

The knight hummed at the captain’s response, following after her as the trooper approached a storage rack. Phasma pulled out a box from one of the metal shelves, sliding it Brienne’s way before taking one out to search for herself, “You search this one, I’ll do this one. Let me know if you find anything.”

There was silence as they both scoured their respective boxes until the knight broke it, “How’s your arm?” Brienne stopped looking in her storage container to check in on Phasma, she underestimated her own strength a lot of times and that led to her hurting people, even when she didn’t intend to. “I hope I didn’t harm you.”

Phasma looked up from what she was searching, almost offended at Brienne’s query and that the knight thought she could hurt her, “It’s fine. I have been hurt far worse you know.”

“I do not doubt it. I still wanted to ask, it’s in my nature.” Something Brienne quickly noticed after spending some time alone with the captain was that they were opposites of each other. They clashed in almost everything: their morals, ethics, code, and personality. The one thing they did seem to have in common was their warrior side, the will to fight for what they deemed right.

Phasma pulled up the riddle to read it once again before putting her first box back and pulling out a new one. Her brows had been permanently furrowed since she read it for the first time and she could not for the life of her figure out what ‘all that has been lost’ could be, it was driving her even madder than the road trip had.

Brienne had finished with her first box and was now onto her second, sneaking occasional glances over at Larissa and Miranda who had gotten quite far in their search as well, feeling a surge of stress once seeing how many boxes they had discarded. “Can I see the parchment again, Captain?”

The captain handed the paper to Brienne wordlessly, emerging in her so-far fruitless search. She was growing more and more irritated with each unrelated item she pulled up and looked over, this was not her cup of tea, she did not have the required endurance for something this mind-numbing.

Reading over the riddle again, Brienne mumbled, mostly to herself, but also so Phasma could chime in with anything if any of the knight’s words triggered something in the captain’s mind, “Beneath all that is lost… I haven’t lost anything recently… At least nothing I can remember, guess that’s what losing something entails.” Deciding to speak clearer for her teammate to hear, the Lord Commander directed her next utterance towards her, “Have you lost anything?”

Phasma kept up with her sifting, not looking up when responding to Brienne, “I can’t remember anything past the age of sixteen, and I own nothing. So I wouldn’t know.”

This lit a light in the knight’s mind, “Oh! Maybe it’s your memory that has been lost.” At this, Phasma snapped her head up to look at the Lord Commander, “Perhaps we are searching for something reminiscent. Something from your childhood, before you joined the first order.” Brienne met the captain’s eyes, returning the letter to her.

“I think you might be onto something,” Phasma smirked at Brienne’s intellect, impressed at the knight, there was more to her than muscles and mystery. “Aren’t you a smart one… Clever girl…”

Whilst Phasma went back to scouring, Brienne was left with heated cheeks for a reason unknown to her, deciding to tilt her head down to hide her deep blush from the captain, disguising it as rummaging.

Miranda and Larissa stuck close together when they realized the others had been sent down to the basement as well. The headmistress felt more than prepared to undertake the task of solving the riddle as Nevermore was filled with hidden passageways requiring a certain level of intelligence to solve the riddle.

“Okay, Mir. Read that clue to me once more.” Larissa asked, rifling through a bookshelf for anything out of the ordinary. She expected one to be hollowed out, have a clue stuck between pages, or show a secret passageway, but each of the books seemed perfectly normal.

Miranda paused her search of the basement to read off the white page she had shoved into her pocket. Unfolding it, the constable began reading slowly, “The path to escaping can be found beneath all that has been lost.”

Larissa began speaking her thoughts aloud, pushing away from the bookshelf when she found it to be fruitless. Next, she moved on to a pile of boxes, ready to rifle through each to find a clue, “Lost? Have you lost anything? I don’t… I don’t think I have lost anything. Maybe it's referring to humanity or something larger.” The headmistress began thinking of all the things humanity has lost. Mid-thought she glanced over to Phasma attempting to solve the clue herself. The snarky comment left her mouth before she could stop it, “Perhaps sanity is what has been lost.”

Miranda chose not to acknowledge the comment about Phasma, changing the topic entirely as she took a seat on the ground and pulled a box between her legs, “You think we win something if we escape quicker than the other women?” She began taking out each of the objects to glance at it before setting it to the side.

“Bragging rights, probably…” Larissa mumbled angrily as this is not the prize she was wishing for. Bent over her box, Larissa continued pulling out miscellaneous objects: old trophies, children’s clothes, and sports equipment. Nothing pulled up any memories for her that pertained to something she or someone else had lost.

Another half hour went by before Larissa or Miranda spoke up again. This time it was Miranda who frantically tried to get the shapeshifter’s attention, “Rissa! Come! Look at this! The girl in the picture looks just like you!”

Brienne and Phasma turned their head towards the two women at Miranda’s exclamation, discreetly observing the scene unfolding on the other side of the cold cellar to see if the constable’s excitement was warranted.

Dropping a stuffed bear and old calendar back into their box, Larissa straightened herself upright and smoothed out her dress, and circled the pile of boxes to get to Miranda. Ducking her face over the constable’s shoulder, lo-and-behold the woman was holding a picture of Larissa and her old roommate, Morticia Addams. This must have been the clue they were searching for: a lost friendship. Grasping at Miranda’s shoulder, Larissa spoke quickly, “Take out the picture to see if there is a clue behind it.”

Miranda flipped over the picture frame and undid the backing, tossing it and the frame aside. Pulling the photo loose, the constable flipped it over, reading the text written into the back of the photo: ‘Time to face your fears.’

“Now what in the hell does that mean?” Larissa stood up straight once more, a hand landing on her hip as she let out an exasperated huff. What horror movie crap did Lucifer have planned for them? The headmistress plucked the photo from Miranda’s hands, rereading the five words over and over again.

The constable picked up the leftover frame, checking it once over for any additional clues: a fruitless search, “Maybe I have to face my fears because you found what you had lost?” When Miranda glanced up once more, Larissa was no longer behind her. Whipping her head around, Miranda searched to find Larissa, but she was nowhere to be found, nor were the other two women. Miranda was now left completely alone.

“Where did she go?” Larissa nearly jumped out of her skin when she realized the constable was now missing. The shapeshifter only gazed up at Brienne and Phasma, her heart beginning to race at the fear of herself going missing as well. While she didn’t know any of these women well, in a setting where she was completely unsure of what was to come, she would rather rely on safety in numbers.

Brienne sprung off from the floor she was sitting on, sprinting over to where the cop had sat, not caring that Larissa was over there. Her new friend seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and the knight’s mind was running a mile a minute, trying to sort through all the possible reasons and circumstances as to why Miranda had seemed to be erased from existence. The Lord Commander’s protective side was baring its grisly teeth as her panic only seemed to rise for every second the constable was missing, “Hilmarson? Miranda!”

Phasma only watched Brienne and her reaction with a roll of her piercing eyes, not really understanding the big deal. She instead put away her final box with a growl, aggravation finally fully taking over after not finding anything for the past hour, “Oh suck it up, I’m sure she’ll be fine. Maybe she can play a travel game or something…” She grumbled the last part, but the knight heard it.

Brienne snapped her head towards Phasma, weighing her options in her mind. Starting a fight wouldn’t contribute to anything and would only make the situation worse if that was even possible at this point, but she couldn’t let the captain get away with her cruel comment. Not about Miranda, “You should watch your mouth, Captain.” The knight’s fiery eyes stared at the captain, letting the trooper know that she would not hesitate if the situation called for it.

Larissa glanced back and forth between the two women, eyes settling angrily on Phasma due to her uncaring statement, “Do you really have to be so callous all of the time? Miranda missing will impact all of us.” The shapeshifter folded her arms over her chest, mind reeling at the possibilities of where Miranda could be. She knew her location was most likely related to the clue: Miranda was facing her fears.

Phasma stood up, strolling defiantly up to the knight, getting up into her face, “Or what? What will the Lord Commander do, huh?” The captain took Brienne’s tensed form in, her brows furrowed and her breathing heavy. Next, she shifted her eyes to Larissa, huffing before answering, “I don’t see how Constable Enthusiasm Galore missing would impact me. The Lord Commander here, that I could see considering her reaction just now. But me? No.”

The shapeshifter put a hand on her hip, lip curling as she stared down the captain, “Perhaps you shouldn’t isolate yourself. I imagine Lucifer has some insidious plan for each of us. You may need our help at some point.” Larissa was growing furious with the obstinate attitude of Phasma, but she kept her tone level, not wanting the situation to escalate more than necessary.

Phasma shook her head, amused. Taking a step out of the knight’s space, she returned to her side, ready to resume her search, “I am already living my greatest fear. This is my waking nightmare. Team bonding. Your ‘help’ would only make it worse.” Almost like the word was rotten, she gagged when saying ‘team bonding.’

“Oh, but I thought the great Captain Phasma wasn’t scared of anything?” Larissa took a step closer to the captain, a smile gracing her red lips, ready to begin a new task of fighting with Phasma once more.

The captain sighed, unable to understand why the shapeshifter would start this again. Needing to protect her reputation, and satisfy her need for a tussle, she decided to play along. Keeping her hands busy with random framed photos, she looked at Larissa, madness hiding behind her stony gaze, “I’m not. This is just as close as I could get to my own personal torment, so I am making the executive decision of calling this my greatest fear. Don’t try to start something you know you can’t finish. After last time I hadn’t thought you’d want another go.” Phasma had a triumphant and proud smile on her scarred lips, knowing the headmistress couldn’t end what she had begun the previous evening.

Brienne looked in between Phasma and Larissa, in the middle of one of the ‘knock-out drag-out fights’ Miranda had mentioned, and she did not like it one bit.

“I don’t tire easily.” The headmistress purred, a diplomatic smile spreading across her face. If there was one thing Larissa couldn’t turn down, it was the opportunity to win, “For someone so concrete in the idea that she is best in everything, you surely show no skills around being a team player in any capacity. Do you think any of us want to be stuck here in this situation? Miranda is stuck somewhere, probably alone, Brienne must tolerate us bickering, and I’m tormented by the thought of being stuck alone with you for any amount of time. News flash: the world doesn’t revolve around you, space ranger.”

The bitterness of not finding a single clue and Larissa’s unabating need to rile Phasma up was getting to her, her fists clenching, teeth gritting. She was on the verge of another outburst and this time, she wouldn’t let Brienne stop her, “I have no interest in being a ‘team player.’ I am not a team player, in fact, I am the farthest thing from it and this is a well-known fact. I am a hermit, I enjoy my solitude and my alone time and this is quite the opposite. The world doesn’t revolve around me, but it seems to be terrified of me, and I’m sure time alone with me wouldn’t be so bad, considering you have been wanting to jump my bones since yesterday.” The captain left her current activity to walk up to the headmistress, purring her next words, “And I might just let you, I like my fucktoys feisty…”

It took everything in Larissa not to react to Phasma’s words. The only indication the words had affected her was the clench of her jaw that the captain noticed, a smug smile landing on her lips. If Larissa was any less prideful, she would have considered taking Phasma up on her offer. With a sigh, Larissa stared straight into the captain’s eyes, “I just bet you do… Sadly for you, I prefer a moral compass on those I let fuck me.”

Phasma hummed condescendingly, “Such a shame. I have been told I am planet-blow- Oh, sorry, mind-blowingly good in bed.” The captain chuckled, her slip-up intentional to taunt the headmistress even more by bringing up the topic of their heated discussion from last night.

Taking one final look at the captain, Larissa dragged her eyes up Phasma’s body, wanting the other woman to feel every bit of her gaze. When she met the captain’s eyes, she licked her lips, “I’m sure you are.” With that, the headmistress turned on her heels, wishing to search for any additional clues to where the constable could have been taken to.

Brienne was frozen in place, watching as the two women went back to their business as if nothing happened. She was flabbergasted, the tension could surely be cut by a butter knife and the knight felt like she couldn’t breathe; like she was suffocating. Phasma noticed how the Lord Commander seemed as if turned to stone and she decided to throw something at her to snap her out of it.

An old tennis ball hit Brienne’s leg, hard, and she yelped from the suddenness of it, looking over in the direction it came from, narrowing her eyes when she saw Phasma looking at her anticipatingly. “Don’t just stand there and gawk, come and help.”

Brienne bent down to collect the ball rolling on the floor, not wanting anyone to trip on it and hurt themselves. She tossed it in a discarded box once she had and moved to sit down in her previous spot on the floor opposite Phasma, “I don’t think there’s anything left to check, I mean, we have looked everywhere.” The knight was defeated, worried about Miranda, and exhausted from finding nothing.

Meandering around the basement, Larissa checked the perimeter of the room, curious if there were any hidden doors or passageways. Wishful thinking, but still worth a shot. Every so often, Larissa would glance over where the two women sat, thinking back on her sexual tension-filled exchange with Phasma from earlier. She found her way into a small opening beneath the stairs, the hinges of a door visible about two feet off the floor. The headmistress spoke up, hand reaching out in hopes of finding a handle to open the door, “I think I may have found something...”

Brienne turned her head to look at what had been discovered, thankful for any sort of new information or reprieve. Squinting her eyes to make out whatever it was in the dimly illuminated basement, the knight stood up, moving carefully towards the shapeshifter’s silhouette, Phasma following her.

The captain looked over Brienne’s shoulder, watching Larissa’s fingers trace the area around the hinges, trying to find where a potential handle could be by following the gaps in the wall, “What is it? Cliché secret door? Right up Bitchifer’s alley…” Phasma nodded to herself, proud of yet another nickname for the lightbringer who had yet to show their face since breakfast.

Larissa found a small handle, gave it a jerk and the door opened with a loud popping noise. She couldn’t help her disgusted expression when a cloud of dust wafted her way, causing her to let out a few coughs, “Horrid... Who wants to go first?” Pushing herself up on her elbows, Larissa glanced back at the other two women, desperately hoping they wouldn’t choose her.

Phasma pushed past Brienne, looking down into the opening, not being able to see a thing, “I’ll go.” The captain turned to look at all the discarded storage crates, “Did anyone happen to find a flashlight in any of those?”

“There is one in the box by Brienne’s leg.” Larissa gazed up at Phasma, who was far too close for comfort. Her gaze turned away quickly, looking back to Brienne and pointing to the cardboard box nearest to Brienne’s left leg.

Brienne moved her eyes to the box Larissa had pointed at, squatting down to grab it before returning to her full height. She handed it to Phasma who took it without a single word, an acknowledgment would’ve been appreciated but the knight knew to not expect anything from the captain by now. Flashlight in hand, the trooper turned it on before shining it down the dark hallway, “Follow me.”

Brienne looked down into the same box the flashlight had been in again, seeing something she couldn’t quite make out. Deciding to take a closer look, she returned to a squat, pulling out a framed photo of what looked to be a young Phasma. This was it. “Hold on just one second. Captain, is this you?” She held up the picture for the captain to see and the trooper in turn didn’t even swivel her head to look, not wanting to see anything having to do with her life before the Empire. If she didn’t know about it, she couldn’t miss it.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” Stepping one foot over the threshold, Phasma looked back at Brienne who was entranced, staring at the newfound clue, “Are you coming, or what?”

Larissa ducked through the entrance, grasping Phasma’s forearm without her consent to help herself up. As soon as she was upright, the headmistress retracted her hand, moving both of her hands down to dust off and straighten her dress. This day was becoming much more arduous than expected.

The knight waved her hand as if shooing them away, eyes fixated on young, innocent Phasma, “Uh yeah, one sec.” Turning the frame, Brienne started to remove the back to see if anything was on it like it had been on Miranda’s.

Phasma had now fully stepped inside the dark hallway, waiting for Brienne to join her and Larissa by the door, “Can you hurry it up?”

The photo was now out of the frame and instead of immediately reading it, Brienne stood up to join the other two by the door. With her eyes on the back of the image, she didn’t seem to notice when the shapeshifter entered the darkened hallway, or when the door slammed shut. Only that she had walked into the now closed door, the words almost uttering themselves: ‘Time to face your fears.’

All of a sudden, the cellar room was empty, the Lord Commander vanishing just as Miranda had.

Larissa huffed, her eyes glancing up at her new companion for the foreseeable future, “You have to be kidding me.”

“What a shame, sugarplum.” Phasma shone the flashlight in Larissa’s face, causing the shapeshifter to squint. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, Little Miss Mommy Issues.”

“Ugh,” Larissa groaned, planting her shoulder into Phasma’s as she passed her by, wanting her frustration with the other woman to be known. The shapeshifter began scanning the walls of the hallway; they were lined with milestone moments of both Phasma and Larissa, such as graduations and promotions.

The Morningstar was mildly impressed with how quickly the women had managed to move on to the next phase of the game, expecting the first clue to be far more challenging, “Perhaps I have underestimated them. I say we challenge them a bit more, hm?” Lucifer then turned their attention to the constable, a glimmer in their eyes at how pleased they were with the fear Miranda felt.

107 notes · View notes