#Muse; Dax

[amalgamatedmuses]

"-- Oops."

Dax looks at the person before him with wide eyes, mentally cursing himself for shifting in front of a stranger. But he had a cold, and was a bit out of sorts; he hadn't meant to step out of his fox form and into his human form when someone was looking.

[amalgamatedmuses]

Despite his age, Dax knew that lesson well enough. Very rarely were things as simple as they seemed, but that didn't mean Dax couldn't hope they were.

"I reckon you're allowed a big ego when you're a literal god... But, uh- thanks, though, I guess. For the courage and all that." It had literally saved his and others lives before, so he would have felt bad if he hadn't said thank you.

"Oh, well-- I've lived on earth my whole life, yknow? Only been off planet the once, and that as more of an astral projection kinda deal than actual travel." Good god his life was weird. He tried not to think about it too much.

"And I thought I was just a normal human until a few years ago. Then I got whisked off to a school full of other kids with special abilities, and all of them turned out to be half alien too." He actually had a fair few friends now, but even though most of them had some sort of power - like telekinesis, or being a medium - he was still the only shapeshifter. So he nodded; yeah, there was still some fitting in to be done.

"Oh. I'm Dax, by the way."

"Don't get me wrong, it all sounds pretty cool on the outside, but like anything, once you get down into the nitty-gitty, things probably start to get a bit more... complicated." That was his geuss, at least. He imagined others might feel the same way about being a god, that it was all wonderful and that they didn't have a care in the world -- - to which Matyr would have more than a few words to say about that.

"I don't know if I'd go that far. I'd say I'd need to have the biggest ego ever if I tried to stake that claim." He'd never really thought about it before. Did offering up courage and bravery to others make him brave? It had certainly taken a lot for him to abandon his father's wicked ideals and leave his entire family in order to protect humanity instead of tormenting them -- - but he'd never really considered whether or not that made him brave or not.

He'd merely done it because it was the right thing to do.

"An interplanetary exchange program? Huh, that sounds... interesting." Just another thing that Matyr hadn't heard before, this really was a day full of firsts. "So, how do you like it here? Living on Earth, being surrounded by humans?" He supposed he actually had a certain understanding of that, choosing to live among humans rather than his fellow gods. "I'll hazard a guess in saying it takes some fitting in? They might not always be the most observant but it's the small things that can give someone away."

[walkingstackofbooks]

"I can't believe he used to annoy me," said Miles, watching as Julian chattered animatedly with Nerys and Keiko across the room. "Now it's just nice to see him like this again. It's quite the change, isn't it - but then, I guess you've got used to it by now?" He turned to Ezri, smiling. "Clearly, eight months with you have been good for him."

It took a few moment for Ezri to respond, and Miles had no idea what her expression meant. He'd never known her particularly well, and since returning to Earth they'd only exchanged a few words over subspace if she'd walked in on one of his conversations with Julian.

"I don't think I've ever seen him like this," she said eventually.

Well that was unbelievable. Julian was resonating with the sort of energy he always did when he was in love, so Ezri had to be doing something right.

"What do you mean?" he asked, brow furrowing.

"He's so bouncy. And talkative. Usually he's more - I don't know - restrained, I guess? It's suddenly like..." She paused, thinking. "Well, like he's back planning your Alamo battles with you, but more, and for everything - even in the staff meeting earlier! He's been smiling the whole day."

Miles' frown deepened. "That's just Julian being Julian," he said. "I know the war took a lot out of him - it took a lot out of all of us - but..." He trailed off. "I just assumed he'd managed to get back to normal. You've really never seen him like this?"

Ezri shook her head, then stopped herself, wincing a little. "I know Jadzia did?" she said cautiously. "But her relationship with Julian was so different, she always saw him as so much younger than her. And honestly, I try not to pry into her memories of him too much. It doesn't seem fair."

"How would you describe him, then?" Miles asked curiously. "What's usual for you?"

She smiled. "Kind, sweet, gentle. A little awkward, sometimes. Not as much as me, though," she added with a soft chuckle.

"He makes me laugh," she continued, "but I wouldn't call him 'funny'. He's usually quite a quiet, serious person - or not quiet, perhaps, just... reserved? If we're alone, we'll talk for hours, but at gatherings like this, he'll try, but ends up getting kind of distant. That's why it's felt so odd the past two days. He seems almost... manic?"

"Probably just the suprise of seeing us," Miles replied, a little unsettled. Humming in unconvinced agreement, Ezri's gaze returned to watch her partner, who was now allowing Molly to drag him over to inspect the tower she'd been building with Jake.

"It's like he's forgotten to be sad," she said suddenly. "Is that what it is? He seems lighter, in a way."

Miles chuckled nervously. "I can't believe our visit is having that much of an effect on him," he replied. "Has work been busier than normal lately? Maybe he just needed a break."

"No, it's definitely more than that," Ezri responded firmly. "I know Julian. He's--"

"Dad, come and look at my tower!" Molly interrupted, dashing over to their sofa. "Julian said it's the best one he's ever seen!"

"Well, if Julian said that, sounds like you don't need my opinion," Miles teased, causing his daughter to roll her eyes.

"But Julian's just a doctor, you're an engineer."

"I suppose I am," Miles replied. "Sorry, Ezri, do you mind if--"

"Not at all," she said easily, waving him off. "I've... got a lot to think about."

[kyliafanfiction]

I think in a different Universe, Bashir could have had a chance with Jadzia.

I'm glad he didn't, and they went a different route with her, but I do think the potential existed, under different circumstances.

[ensuists]

i'm actually quite glad i decided to add daxton to the blog because it's really allowed me to flesh out more of julien in turn. like writing their relationship and how they grew up together and how they both influenced each other was pretty interesting to me. when you think about it, julien could've turned out to be just like his father, emotionless and power-hungry, if not for dax's love and positive support. of course, while dax was fully aware of what julien's family, and julien himself, was capable of, he knew at julien's core that he truly just wanted to be better than that, better than the violence he was born into, and that made dax see julien as an actual person, not another weapon/tool to utilize. this in turn allowed julien to see himself for more as well.

dax truly was inspired by julien and his natural ability to lead, but julien was inspired by dax more. his kindness, his values, his beliefs, his care for others. even after julien's father faked dax's death, julien knew he couldn't shut down emotionally... that would dishonor his lover's memory. he carried his grief and simply allowed himself to feel it and process it even if it almost crushed him. this prevented him from going completely cold and it was this that ended the cycle the vernier family's possessed for years. now, julien does have a thirst for power, but this is only so he can take care of his people and ensure nothing/nobody can ever harm those he holds dear again like julien's father did to dax.

[amalgamatedmuses]

"Yeah, I've got three forms. Well, four, if you include this one." Which he should, really, given that it was his original form. He'd thought himself to be just human until his early teens, when his abilities had made themself known.

"Oh--" Dax huffed out a small laugh, smiling as he realised he hadn't properly explained, "I'm only half human. My dad is human, my mum was an alien. I get my shapeshifting abilites from her."

Sweet treats are his favorite, and Regulus raised a brow. " Wait, you acquired a flying morph ? I have yet to do that.." He said. It was true. It always seems to slip away from his mind. Being he had always been occupied with something else.

The dark haired prince sighs. Then he widen his eyes. Hold up. " Wait you morph? Humans cannot do that, as only we Cervids can.." Unless humans also developed somewhat similar tech.

[ofaflower]

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[lightcreators]

@tiimecrash continue from here

The Professor was baffled at Bilbo’s confession about being useless. The Time Lord thought the hobbit was far from it. “You are not useless, Bilbo.” the male retorted in an awkward way in trying to make him feel better over things. True, Bilbo was far from Middle Earth and the Professor had spent a good amount of time there with the hobbit – but to be honest with himself – they were both out of their element. The Professor had been parading around space-time as everything but a Time Lord and now that he was back to his true self ( well species wise ) it was awkward. He barely recalled how to use a sonic and how to properly fix a TARDIS. Usually the Doctor ( of the Master ) would’ve helped him but they were not here. Bilbo had dealing with the Doctor, so at-least he wasn’t completely dumbfounded over everything timey-wimey related. 

There was an awkward silence that followed that short sentence. Ah, the Professor had a hard time conversing it seemed. He never could figure out the right things to say to those he held dear. It was much easier when he was a female. His brows furrowed as he looked to the wires before pursing his lips in a contorted pout of contemplation. As Bilbo spoke about Frodo, the Professor grinned. “Y – you’re cousin is an ad – ad – adventurous brave hobbit. Like you. He – he must’ve gotten it from you.” he grinned awkwardly again. Flirting and courting escaped him at the moment. He was never too good at it. At-least in this variant. When he was a female, it came naturally for some odd reason. Perhaps all his time stuck on various planets and places in the universe observing how the female of carious humanoid species courted and flirty came in handy. Now that he was a male, he didn’t get the chance to properly observe it. Other than the few husbands he did have … and his time with Bilbo. All seemed to either mirror each-other or be completely different. His whole complicated relationship ( marriage ) with the Master was one of those things that altered how he saw things.

Finally, the TARDIS was in good enough working conditions he sighed happily. He did need a break. Desperately in fact. He also wanted to spend time with Bilbo, since their journey[s] wouldn’t last too long. True, they were allowed to go on many short adventures but the Professor made a mental note to not keep Bilbo from his own time. He didn’t want to dictate his lover’s history or destiny. As he looked over the hobbit with an adoring smile, he nodded. “I’m glad y – you’re impressed with m – me. I try to be inter – interesting enough. I – I’m not Doctor.” he joked. He was far from the Doctor in many ways. He was his own being. Observant, kind, aloof, and awkward. Regeneration made him more awkward and bit distant than he was before. That was the thing with change. Yet, he was still the Professor. He would always be Solasudordax. That would never change. He was still ( in a way ) the same being Bilbo met and had feelings for.

As the pair made their way to the door of the TARDIS, he looked over the apple tree with an amused snort. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. A thought that came to his mind, unsure of why. It just did. Looking to the grassy hillside, he arched a brow. “Well then, Bilbo Baggins. Let’s go explore.” Stutter gone for the moment, he took a few steps forward. Sniffing the air, everything was calm. Today was going to be a good day. He would have offered Bilbo a hand to hold, but thought it would be too awkward and refrained from doing such a human thing. “I – don’t think that they’ll be any trouble around here. If – if there is. I’ll be – be sure to keep you safe. Y – you have my word on it.” And it was the truth. 

It had been mostly an complain towards Featherine, that rudeness of consideration. Though, now once more among the stars, he had another opportunity, decades later, inside other circumstances to found the source about how an metaphorical outside Chaos could be brought inside his universe --- had an slight chance to understanding what going on inside higher spheres he barely had been invited him --- was invited to touching another fragment of an dream in which he desired making it last as long as he could … Featherine transformed his existence in manners his younger self couldn't have imagined. Of course, inside current timeline, consciousness with that bond with the stars had been something he had been craving, and of course, the presence of his lover inside his universe generated an particular comfortable familiarity along the years … Nevertheless, certain circumstances happened within reason. After all these decades, did he blamed himself about his inability to change Featherine's perspective to becoming fully a witch? After all these decades, did he regretted not having here when the Doctor returned to their universe, embracing his cousin inside an couple of eventful adventures? Would have preferred touched that Logic Error experienced by Featherine with his cousin? Would have preferred his universe didn't needed a witch for eventually survive?

For a short moment, his expression showed an amused smile, as it was almost self-mocking. Partially, if emotionally he wanted remembering towards the feeling, he had sensing himself useless. In middle of his quest, regardless how experienced on adventures he did had been inside an personal locked background, the face of tragedy remained an quiet haunting, enough distorted for bring amazement meanwhile the story was told. He pondered with many years inside that sensation something did happened to his universe, and stayed as powerless, inside his own corner of an peaceful life, to do something about it --- Did he managed to influence enough Featherine? Did he managed to push behind the Doctor's path to using circumstanes as higher chessboards, where everything that could happening somewhere could be something that could be carefully controlled? Did he managed to protecting Frodo of his own demons himself was disconcerted for help? Did he avoided his cousin fate to becoming Game Master as they was no other choice for their universe? He didn't really wanted his reply resonating like an complain, like an reproach … Featherine surprises had came later into his adventures day, once finished, once realization about how she indirectly playing with his chessboard had been understood --- where at the same time, regardless what could happened, Featherine Augustus Aurora wasn't meant to interfere … and with the consciousness and the knoweldge of an Logic Error event proved him right. ❝ I just feel powerless sometimes. ❞ He admitted quietly.

So many stories had to be told concerning his cousin. His presence as reacted like an solace, and once understanding had been made that second chance had came from him, that the way of witches will be inevitable and Featherine's legacy will be something that could give another turn of circumstances … he did his best for remaining present, even if it took a very long time for his cousin to expressing uncanny reasons of his worries. Regardless, Frodo would have that hardship alone. Regardless, Featherine probably didn't knew herself the kind of foreshadowing she had been projecting … Frustration was an emotion who emerged once the Doctor name was recollacted into his brain. As all memories shared together were wasted opportunities. As all remembrances together had been an sort of brutal lessons. As all wishes left into the well of circumstances weren't going to be answered for all of them. He missed the Doctor, the Time Lord that travelling around universes helping people without feeling the need to control everything … and remain irritated with Featherine. Admiring gaze remained over the fixing of the wire, as he had no knoweldge for that. Science had been an topic he had been educated by his cousin, not something or somewhere he had been invited to perceive himself --- for how lucky that making him ! Features illuminated once the Professor bounced back towards his cousin. ❝ He looks a lot like me. ❞ He mused playfully inside gentleness of memories, as he preferred left in the book reality about how tourmented his cousin had been. He had been worried for his universe, about how handling Featherine inside ignorance before their meeting, nevertheless, his mental tourments, emerging in middle of a day for fade away afterwards didn't lasted as long of his cousin … ❝ His desire for adventure will be very useful to him, he had a very good teacher with my stories. I hope he understands the meaning. I hope he got a pleasant solution from it. As for his bravery, I hope the world is ready for him. ❞ He amusingly added, as he didn't wanted bouncing back with terrible remembrances along the way. Besides, as he appreciated the compliment, blushing fullfilled of happiness wrapped his expression. ❝ I educated this little one well. ❞ He was the one amused, circumstances decided both could empathizing over their particular situation to loving someone higher than themselves --- where sadly, as much loving an Time Lord could be difficult business, he had no idea about what it could be mean to loving an literal witch born from Featherine herself … Even since the beginning of their reunited time together, consciousness about the Professor hesitation to court him had been perceived. Where on his side it was no barrier --- whatever the time, whatever how he had changed, whatever how many adventures between them … Naturally it came. Naturally he desired showing all cherising care he had for him. It was another opportunity!

As the repairs going on, he remained observant on them, gratefully his cousin did the work to keep drawing memories on an TARDIS in which both will never see maintenance! Smiling further in front of that adoring epxression, he frowned in front of his under evaluation. ❝ The Doctor is an special case on his own. You're always had been interesting by yourself. ❞ Bitterness escaped once more his lips at the Doctor's reminder. Inside current circumstances, the Doctor was an shadowing name handled by a witch, something he had been a long time ago, an title in which he pretty much pushed inside an lock. Besides, he feel hurt towards how the Professor found themselves not interesting. ❝ Small exploits are better than delusions of grandeur. The Doctor lost this notion over time, losing himself, and I feel slightly responsible for not being able to avoid this. You searched for yourself, but you always remained true to yourself. Don't underestimate yourself too much. ❞ It was his best way to bouncing back towards the matter, refusing to complaining explicity over Featherine. ❝ You're my personal doctor, it's all that count, and as humble Hobbit I am, I can be easily impressed. ❞ He mused then for illumitating the atmosphere once more. Adventures dated from so long ago. Around Featherine, it always had been pretty much calm and somewhere occassions for knoweldge, nevertheless, amount of time who passed created rediscovery. He would get used to have an TARDIS with an apple tree --- as it was possible for such machines to get many forms, and the presence of an blue box stayed anchored on the mind. ❝ Let's go explore! ❞ He repeated with enthousiasm, as bitterness over Featherine could fade away. Ending sentences of the Professor created an silenced moment. Threats. Something he didn't think about honestly, as much he could always expecting surprises ! ❝ I don't think your main hobby is attracting troubles, though, thank you very much in advance for keep me safe. I would prefer avoid a bad journey. ❞ He mused, as his expression showed he would handle such possibility, and passed an hand on his back for reassuring him. ❝ Let's making it an simple outing with friends having a good time ! ❞

[gypsybelladonna]

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[thestoriesincoffeestains]

@aquamanandfriends - who is this?

14.03

[amalgamatedmuses]

A softly amused look makes it's way onto Dax's face as he approaches the person who is trying to have a conversation with an ordinary fox.

"You know that's not me, right?" He smirks.

[walkingstackofbooks]

Julian can't really explain why he misses his mum, after she leaves the station, but now she's gone, there's just some sort of... absence, he can't put his finger on.

He finds himself daydreaming about how she'd always used to sit herself down next to him, and pull him in for a hug, holding onto him no matter how much he'd wriggle or try to squirm away. And it's not like he wants that - even the past few days, he knows he's disappointed her in his need to get away - but at the same time... he wants. He doesn't know what he wants, but there's something, some need just tugging at him...

He paces around his room as he thinks, before sinking down against a wall, pulling his legs tightly against his chest. He's been doing that more, recently, too. He's not sure why - it's not exactly comfortable, and he doesn't have the words to explain how it does make him feel. More solid, perhaps. Less... less Julian, actually. Less pressure, less doctor-this, doctor-that; less war and secrets and fear. More Jules.

--

A couple of days later, after the others find out— (because it's been a week, now, but Sisko was kind enough to grant him some time to process it all, before he told them. Not that he's processed it yet, hah, and he's sitting in Quark's terrified that his friends are going to come down from Sisko's office and find him and tell him it's over, they can't be friends with an augment. Maybe they've even persuaded Miles, made him see how wrong his reaction was to try and support Julian...)

— after the others find out, Jadzia walks into Quark's and makes a beeline for him. She squeezes into the booth, right up next to him, and puts an arm around him, and all at once he wants to push her away, or start crying, or both, and he doesn't know why, because he also never, ever wants to let go of her.

[sunkissedscribbles]

☆ 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝑅𝑂𝐶𝐾 – 𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐴 𝐼𝐼.

PAIRING: singer!guitarist!mattheo x arabella!journalist!reader TW: swearing maybe, mentions of alcohol, sex and drugs WORD COUNT: 1.2k A/N: I'm in love with singer!guitarist!mattheo who is still a hopeless romantic SONGS: Lovers Rock by TV Girl // PLAYLIST

☆ MASTERLIST PART1 PART2

✰ Are you sick of me? Would you like to be? I'm trying to tell you something Something that I already said

Mattheo’s been restless ever since you left him there like that, standing alone on the stage as you claimed to work for the Rolling Stone magazine, feeling as if he was in a dream, or on acid – euphoric; the unmistakable feeling wouldn’t have left him alone for even a second for two entire days. However, this euphoria had turned into nervousness over time, but the boys wouldn’t have for god’s sake left him alone. No, they kept teasing him endlessly with you.

“Dude, you need to call her up finally,” Theo started the conversation the other evening, standing by the window, smoking.

Mattheo just hummed at the declaration, reaching into the fridge for the leftover pizza.

“Yeah, man, we need the interview and you need the girl. I mean, it’s a win-win situation,” Dax continued.

Mattheo stayed quiet yet again. He knew this was the opportunity, but also, this was the girl. The girl who made him feel like a giddy teenager again who’d got a crush on the cool, edgy girl. He felt like he was in Freaky Friday, just the other way around. He knew he’d work his courage up eventually because it had been bugging him for weeks. You – you had been bugging him for weeks before he’d even get to meet you. Ever since you had crept into his dreams and he wrote ‘Arabella’, and an only-ever-expanding list of songs.

And he had your number, it was as if the Universe had been shouting at him abruptly to just make that bloody move for a relationship he clearly had been craving.

After a few more minutes of Mattheo’s awful silence, Enzo jumps up from the sofa. “Where’s the paper? I’ll call her if you won’t.”

Mattheo froze. You gave him your number, not Enzo. You wanted him to call, right? Not Enzo. And what if when you heard Enzo’s posh accent you just, boom, fell for him? What if you were into bassists? No, he had to man up and talk to you. And as his insecurities got the best of him, he stepped away from the counter and took his phone out of his pocket, flipping it to take the piece of paper with your pretty handwriting on it out of the phone case. “I’ll call her,” he emphasized the pronoun, maybe a bit too possessively.

☆☆☆☆

“So, how did the name Pureblood Trauma come?”

“We were high,” Theo started but Mattheo took the opportunity from his friend to explain the meaning behind it, shifting in his seat across you, his eyes raking over your features every now and then.

“We had this joke about our parents being obsessed with blue blood and how they weren’t any better than the Aryan or Nazis.”

They all thought back to how Enzo’s suggestion of the band name, who was clearly joking, but still utterly high, had earned giggles turning into hearty laughter from the three other young men.

After a few questions about the band itself, you switched to asking some about their songs which clearly had potential, even if we only looked at the lyrics.

“Your song, Arabella, or a recording of it, has become quite popular on the internet. The muse, Arabella seems quite the mysterious type, and almost over-this-world, and you’ve got some creative metaphors for her personality. How did you come up with her character?” you inquired.

Enzo and Dax managed to keep their cool with only a twitch of their lips and a shared glance, but Theo’s quiet snort came out muffled, muttering a ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ as he looked over at Mattheo whose cheeks had gone a few shades pinker at the question. Because, god, how could he tell you it was about you?

“Um, it’s about a girl I once saw in my dream, and she kept reappearing in my sleep after. The idea of her just had me in a chokehold for weeks. She seemed so real but could never really… grasp her character until somehow I came up with the line ‘And a helter-skelter round her little finger and I ride it endlessly’ after Theo pointed out how this girl seemed to have me wrapped around her little finger,” he explained, carefully leaving out the details about how your hair bounced in his dreams, how your lips wrapped around the cigarette you two shared, and it was you, generally, who had him in that desperate chokehold.

You can’t help but be intrigued by the idea of this girl only being a mere memory of a few dreams, because, hell, she felt like she was so much more than that; real, and you couldn’t help but identify with her vibe, the resonance her personality flooded, what felt intergalactic, almost.

You were also impressed by the way Mattheo expressed his attraction to this mysticism with all the metaphors he used. The one about the helter-skelter ‘round Arabella’s little finger meaning he was under her spell, got him wrapped around her little finger, and also meaning how confusing his love for this girl is. Or how he describes her as prettier than the sunset. You were convinced that was impossible.

☆☆☆☆

You knew doing this, asking him to go out for a few drinks wasn’t very professional of you.

But you couldn’t help it at the same time.

You wanted to know more, and more, and more about Arabella, but also, about the mastermind behind the lyrics. You were certain you could listen to Mattheo talk pretty much all day and night, as well as listen to him sing for the same amount of time.

Or just stare at him.

And you had. Oh, how much you had listened to him and stared at him at the pub, on the way to your apartment, and during the night; while he was rocking his hips against yours and during the aftermath, as in smoking by your open living room window, the candles, the subtle red light of your vintage record player and the end table light by your black leather couch creating an ambient light for the two of you to enjoy each other’s company.

He was growing more and more infatuated with you, and he knew he was walking a dangerous sole, a slippery slope that could lead to heartbreak if his obvious feelings for you had been unrequited.

But they weren’t, and you made that obvious by repeating this night over and over, and by always making coffee for the both of you the next morning, always finding an excuse for him to stay a bit longer, and never missing an opportunity to talk to him.

Sitting by the narrow counter island over your coffee, you glanced over at him while playing with the ring on your thumb that you took off of Mattheo’s index finger the previous night, the one with the emerald-eyed snake. “That night, at the concert. You called me Arabella. Why?” you asked, having no clue how to word it at first.

He took a bit of time before answering.

“Because you are. You are the girl from and of my dreams,” he took your hand in his and pressed his lips to your knuckles.

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[inkshadow]

"about that? yes." dax groans, annoyed now at how she was twisting his words. "it's not the gay that i'm thinkin' about. you just don't need a bigger head than you've already got. are we buyin' this or nah?"

“you love to complain, don’t you?” alanis raises her eyebrows, “the other dude, y’know, because he'd be getting to fuck me. why not answer? scared? it’s not gay if it’s a three way, dax.”

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NAMES ⌇　abby. ace. adagio. adam. adria. adrian. adriane. aero. alex. alice. angus. ann. anthony. apollo. ari. aria. ariane. ariette. avril. axl. axton. bill. billie. billy. blaze. bohemia. bon. brad. brian. bruce. cade. cadence. cadentia. cantrelle. charlie. cher. chester. chordelle. chordette. chordiene. chrissie. christine. cleo. cliff. coda. cosmo. crescenette. crescenne. cresciene. cruz. dahlia. danny. dave. david. dax. daze. dolce. dolcette. dolciene. dolciette. don. doremi. duff. dusty. echo. eddie. electra. ember. ensemblette. enslette. enzo. eric. estelle. faye. flash. fleetwood. florance. floyd. flux. forte. frank. freddie. geddy. geezer. gene. george. ginger. glenn. glimmer. grace. gregg. halen. halo. harmonette. harmonie. harmony. harp. hayley. helena. iggy. isis. izzy. jack. jasper. jett. jimi. jimmy. joe. john. juno. kade. kai. kairo. keira. keith. kian. knox. krist. kurt. larkin. larry. layla. liam. lindsey. lio. luna. lux. lyric. lyrical. mac. malcolm. maynard. medley. meliene. melodie. melodiette. melody. micheal. mick. mitch. moxie. muse. musette. musine. nancy. neal. neil. neon. nick. nicko. nicky. noel. note. notesie. notesy. nova. octavia. onyx. orchestrae. orchestraette. orchestraine. ozzy. paul. pax. pear. pete. peter. phil. piper. pulse. quest. randy. rave. rhea. rhythm. rick. ringo. riven. robert. roger. ronnie. rosa. rose. sabbath. sable. serj. sierra. sky. skye. sona. sonata. sonette. songbird. songesse. songette. songstress. sonia. sonic. sonnet. spark. steve. steven. stevie. strobe. symphonia. symponiette. talia. taryn. tempo. thom. tim. tom. tony. treble. trix. vibe. viola. violette. violiene. vyn. xara. zack. zeppelin.

PRONOUNS ⌇　aero/aero. ba/bass. band/band. base/base. beat/beat. black/black. blink/blink. bpm/bpm. chili/chili. crash/crash. cream/cream. cue/cue. cure/cure. door/door. dor/doremi. drop/drop. dru/drum. drum/drum. eagle/eagle. echo/echo. electric/electric. electro/electronic. fla/flash. flu/flute. flute/flute. for/forte. forte/forte. glo/glow. guitar/guitar. gun/gun. har/harp. heart/heart. hot/hot. hx/hxm. hy/hym. iron/iron. jam/jam. journey/journey. jump/jump. ke/key. kiss/kiss. la/lala. las/laser. loud/loud. ly/lyric. machine/machine. maiden/maiden. mel/melody. metal/metal. mix/mixed. mu/muse. mu/music. muse/muse. music/music. ne/neon. nirvana/nirvana. no/note. noe/note. note/note. oasis/oasis. oct/octave. pearl/pearl. pepper/pepper. perform/perform. pi/piano. pia/piano. piano/piano. pink/pink. queen/queen. ra/rave. radio/radio. rage/rage. re/reverb. red/red. reverb/reverb. rhy/rhythm. riff/riff. rock/rock. rose/rose. rush/rush. scorpion/scorpion. scream/scream. shred/shred. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sing/sing. soe/song. soe/sonnet. sol/sola. song/song. spike/spike. stone/stone. string/string. stud/stud. sync/sync. tem/tempo. tempo/tempo. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tra/track. tre/treble. treble/treble. trumpet/trumpet. tu/tune. tuba/tuba. tune/tune. vi/vibe. vio/violin. vocal/vocal. wa/wave. yell/yell. 🎤. 🎧. 🎵. 🎶. 🎷. 🎸. 🎹. 🎻. 🎼. 💥. 📹. 🔊. 🔋. 🔌. 🗯️. 🤘. 🥁. 🧑🏻‍🎤.

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Were-kubrow Au

welcome.... to my twisted mind!!!

What if Tenno... but werewolf.

The origin of were-kubrows can be dated back to the days of the Orokin Empire, and is directly related to one high-ranking member who's name has since been lost to history. She was a lover of the exotic and macabre, and her personal guardian Warframe was the pinnacle of her collection: Beowulf, the hunter

He was modelled after an old-Earth species that had gone extinct generations ago, and named after an ancient hero. It's said that she commissioned him from Ballas in exchange for a relic of unparalleled rarity, but rumors rarely have any sort of truth to them. How she acquired Beowulf is unimportant: what matters primarily is what she did after he fell during a particularly bold Sentient Invasion.

She mourned his death as one might mourn a meal eaten too quickly. There was no care for the Warframe himself-- why should there be? At the end of the day he was only a tool. He was her muse, howling and vengeful and filled to the brim with hunger. He reminded her so pointedly of an ancient myth, told only on Naberus nights when Lua is at its highest peak and the night chill is at its most biting.

Men and women stalking the night in strange forms. Bestial, armed with claw and fang and a stomach that could never be filled. Bloody-mawed, draped in gore and fur.

How delightful! How intriguing! Surely, if she could bring this myth to life, she would not feel as bored! The silence left in Beowulf's wake would be filled with chattering teeth and inhuman growls. Yes, this was exactly what she required!

And so she visited an expert. Not Ballas-- she was not after another Warframe-- but one who specialized in the sculpting of flesh. She required a potion. One that would change the body into the shape of another for one night only. This was the most important aspect, you see. She very easily could have had another body fashioned, and then utilized kuva to bring it to life, but there would be no fun in that. The ancient were-beast of Earth were not beasts permanently. Her creations had to shift alongside Lua. This she was adamant about.

The task was difficult and the creation was lengthy but the expert was eventually successful. The Orokin Noblewoman was handed a flask, small and discrete, filled with a murky brown liquid. Only one sip would change something deep within the drinker, assured the expert. Something that would rise to howl alongside the full moon and disappeared at Sol's first light, but could never be banished completely.

And so she went-- out into the city in which she lived, giggling and skipping, drawing many curious glances from the other Orokin. Her excitement could not be contained. This would be a Naberus to remember! Now, she only had to find the perfect playmate!

Eventually, she stumbled upon the barracks of the local Dax Guard. Those in the lower ranks did not have houses of their own, and instead resided in spaces graciously handed to them by their merciful Golden Lords. Yes, they would be the perfect candidates. Loyal but strong; they wouldn't keel over at the first hint of danger. She slipped into the kitchen of said barrack, past the low-born cooks who knew better than to acknowledge what she was doing, much less even look in her direction without permission. The meals were being prepared for dinner, and after choosing a single plate at random, she tipped the flask and watched with glee as a single drop of the concoction fell.

That night, the Dax gathered and ate their food, unaware of the poison lacing one of the bowls. No one was any wiser to the fact that their food had been tampered with until--

A young Dax began to cough and sputter, clutching at the armor over his chest as his meal fell from his hands. The others were concerned, thinking he was choking and needed assistance. One of his close friends rushed to his side, asking if he needed help, but when he turned to look at her she realized something was horribly wrong.

His teeth had lengthened into fangs, and the lower half of his face jutted out unnaturally from his skull. He grabbed onto her with fingers sharpened into claws and surged forward, biting down onto her neck as the overwhelming urge to eat overcame him.

What followed was carnage; the other Dax stabbed and slashed but nothing they did stopped the beast. By the end of the hour, it was the only thing remaining.

But remain for long, it did not. It took a few stumbling steps towards the door, only to collapse, completely and utterly dead. The Orokin, who had watched all of this happen from a hidden sentry-drone, felt her heart sink. Why was her creation dead? Why had it not changed completely? This half-formed thing was not the hound she had requested!

She stormed off, knowing that she would make her displeasure known to the so-called "expert" that gave her a faulty product. What she didn't see was the crew of Warframes that had been summoned to investigate the commotion. And she most certainly did not see the child that slip from within one of them. The child knew that they would be punished severely if they were seen, but they had to get a closer look at the strange not-Dax.

They stared at the thing's bloody mouth, and reached out in order to touch one of the fangs. A sound startled them, and when they pulled their hand back, they accidentally scratched themselves on the thing's tooth. Back to their Warframe they went, curiosity only partially satisfied.

The following year, on Naberus night, the strangest thing occurred.

A Kubrow was seen stalking the halls of the most exalted Orokin cities, teeth blood-red and fur covered in tattered clothing. And it was not alone.

We wear masks and costumes on Naberus in order to hide our identities and blend in with the creatures that spend the evening seeking out their prey. It has been many years since the Orokin died, and surely that strange Kubrow couldn't have managed to survive all this time. And yet, when the clock strikes midnight, if you stand very still and strain your ears, it is said you can hear the sound of it howling, and the desperate screams of it's creator, begging to be spared her life.

This started out as a writing exercise to see if I could replicate the Naberus tales told by Grandmother and sort of spiraled from there. The story above is the story told by Tenno to explain the origins of were-kubrows, but the truth, as always, is far less straightforward.

No one is entirely sure how the curse began.

Were-kubrows spread the infliction solely through saliva. The most common method is via biting but just licking an open wound would be enough to infect someone. Anyone could theoretically become one but Tenno are the only ones that are able to both 1. complete the full transformation and 2. survive the ordeal.

They're a lot more durable than normal people and can't technically die due to their connection to the Void. This means that were-Kubrows are pretty much only Tenno.

There's no cure and most have been living with it for long enough that they either dont really care anymore or have developed ways to cope with it. It affects their daily lives very little-- they usually don't develop packs or exhibit kubrow-like traits. The only change that all were-kubrows exhibit is a heightened sense of smell. However, on full moons (not specifically Naberus) they transform into AWESOME giant kubrows.

Younger Tenno are able to hold onto their humanity more easily. They don't feel the call of the hunt as strongly, since Kubrows live in organized family structures and the young aren't expected or really capable of feeding themselves. Usually, they wait out the night alongside others close to their age.

Older Tenno (over the age of 20, usually) are consumed almost entirely by instinct and hormones. While still more intelligent than actual Kubrows, they are still animalistic and brutal. They hunt for food and gorge themselves but never feel satiated. Males fight to establish dominance, secure territory, and earn breeding rights. (Despite the fact that every Tenno is completely sterile and no actual breeding ever happens. They spend the entire night attacking each other and by the time a winner has been decided it's already morning)

Males have longer nose horns than females which they use for sparring. They also tend to have large manes of fur around their necks to protect the area from competitors while fighting. Females are not any more docile, though. They form into hunting parties that can reach numbers of over 30. While males tend to be bulkier, females are only slightly smaller in height on average.

^ Some adult were-kubrows, specifically Drifter and Delta. Adults are typically the size of a large Kubrow, though some can reach over six feet tall at the shoulder.

^ Kaz is an example of the typical adolescent were-kubrow. He has a small, dull nose-horn that indicates he is not fully mature. His ears are too big for his head and he's pissed off because he'll never get the chance to grow into them lol

erm anyways that's what I have so far feel free to scream about werewolves with me teehee