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Hi, back with even more bios and more characters to share and discuss so let's jump straight into it.
Starting of, we have Maria and she's the little sister of Max who has a ton of achievements on her as well as her being a very strong and reliable person. Her being so good in so many things is why Max is jealous of her, but it wasn't always like this. You see, before she used to be a boy and he sees himself as weak and unable to do anything with his life until something called a time-space rift came in and hit her.
Time-space rifts are waves that alter anything that gets in it's path and will alter aspects of you which can lead to reality changing and can have a huge change in the timeline as well as the present. When getting hit by one, you will transform into a Pokemon and the side effects can vary where you can transform into a Pokemon and you swapped genders, have your memories be altered, have your Pokemon typing change, either gain or lose powers, etc. Almost everyone on Earth got affected by one and it's how Pokemon are so different from how they normally are.
In Maria's case, it turned him into a girl but not only that, but every Female Timburr out there had their design change and it got classified as a gender difference. And when the change happened, she was happy and not only loved herself more but gained the confidence to do things she wasn't able to do before as well as made her a more confident and strong yet friendly girl. Definitely someone I would recommend you be friends with!
Alex is someone who can't let go of the past as he is haunted by the loss of a friend of his and always wants to change things but has to deal with the consequences of his actions as a result. He at least uses his powers wisely and can be very friendly and hopeful yet gets nervous when doing something that could make him look bad and tries so hard to make others happy. His closest friend is Astra and does help her navigate the world as well as try a bit hard to make her happy.
Astra on the other hand is someone that wants to be who she wants to be. She is a Jirachi that wants to be who she wants to be instead of what others see her as which has her no longer sleeping which made her unable to grant wishes effectively so she does sleep and eat a lot. She also is very childish and sees things in a childish and simple way unlike Niko and Alex. Astra is a very simple girl which makes her very naive and oblivious to the world, good thing Alex is there to support her.
I plan to send something else for Valentines but in the meantime, you can read this as well as the other bios if you haven't already.
Niko and Max's Bios: https://www.tumblr.com/thegreatpm1/775441331832094720/hello-everyone-so-for-my-first-art-piece-to-show?source=share
Carrie and Rex: https://www.tumblr.com/thegreatpm1/778254665597992960/after-a-bit-of-a-break-i-got-more-bios-to-share?source=share
#pokemon#oc#oc art#character bio#bio#pkmn#pkmnart#pokemon art#pokemon oc#pokemon mystery dungeon#pokemon timburr#timburr#timburr oc#pokemon mystery dungeon shattered realities#transgender#tg#transgirl#trans girl#transfem#mtf#celebi#pokemon celebi#celebi oc#jirachi#pokemon jirachi#jirachi oc#maria#alex#astra
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Wait are lux and tana. Gay
they’re so dykes you wouldn’t fucking believe
#tana is actually only together with astra but they’ve been separated for years on account of the world getting shattered by astras hand#and now tana’s trying to get back. and on his travels he runs into lux#tana astra and lux are all essentially fallen stars. the only of their kind.#more specifically: astra is a constellation brought to life. tana is a star ripped from the sky. and lux is a comet#because of this they all have a very special relationship to each other. lux had no idea there were others like him at all#until he meets tana#that’s why they’re so horribly obsessed with each other#and they’re all lesbians!#asks#oc tag
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Reverse isekai... Caleb... Cat... Part 2 Link Ao3 Link
Caleb loved you more than anything in this world.
Or at least, that's what you would've liked to imagine if he was real. But he isn't. And you're not in a pixelated little world called Linkon City and none of your hopes and dreams about having a happily ever after with your military husband and childhood best friend were coming true.
You stared at the fanfic left open on the phone screen, wishing to see your husband in your dreams to ease the ache of loving someone you could never have while in your loneliest moments.
If only he could be real. If only he could become real from Astra knows what power and fall in love all over again. With you this time instead of the MC who seemed to resemble anything but you. If only. Too much to ask for, yes, you know.
No, he wasn't real, and no, he wasn't there to fall in love with you as you did with him. And you had your own life to live and work to do and tough times to get through on your own tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that.
So, leaving you no other choice, you drifted off to sleep as the delusion shattering ache in your heart seeped in.
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It was raining. You opened up your umbrella next to the entrance of your workplace, greeting your coworkers goodbye. You were tired. Your brain was fried from working since morning and you felt like the walking dead.
The thoughts of cooking something up for dinner made you feel like flopping down on the sidewalk you were walking on and passing out. You had the free will to do that, of course, but the rain pitter pattering along with your dragged steps only reminded you of all the cleaning you would have to do after practicing your so-called free will.
The street lights turned on and you continued onward, just a block away from your home.
As you walked by an alleyway, your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the sound of metal clashing onto the ground. You froze, holding your breath as you turned around.
You waited.
One beat. Two beats.
Nothing.
And then, there it was again, the sound of something thuding around.
Without thinking, you made your way towards the source of the sound, your heart bearing in your ears. A dumpster came into view.
Something, or someone, seemed to be struggling inside. You called out.
“Hello..? Is anyone in there..?” Your voice trembled.
No reply.
You slowly got close to the dumpster and opened the cover with shaking hands.
Widened blue-pink eyes with a pair of black ears and tail stared up at you through the piles of garbage.
“What the fuck?”
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The cat jumped out of your hold as soon as you entered your home, shaking off water from its fur and scampering away from you as fast as it could while you were struggling to put down the wet umbrella.
“Okay, rude? I bring you home with me to avoid the guilty conscience that would follow tomorrow if I found you dead from the cold somewhere and you pay me off by drenching my floorboards!”
You let out a frustrated sigh.
He silently watched you from a corner of the room as you made your way to the kitchen island to wash off your hands.
“Make yourself at home, I guess..” You mumbled, more to yourself than to him.
I have a cat in my apartment. What now?
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First and foremost, it was bathtime. You were NOT about to let a stinky ass wet fur ball run around your home.
You tried to pick him up again but he bolted around the living room, paw pads making skittering noises in the process.
After about 10 minutes of running around, you gave up, standing defeated. You called out to him as a last resort.
“I just want to give you a bath. Please.”
“Mreow!” He protested, sitting on top of the kitchen island.
“Fine. Whatever. Live with the stink all you want. I'm tired and you're taking up my gaming time.” You rolled your eyes.
Maybe leaving him alone for a while will ease him a little.. You hoped.
And so, you turned around and sat down on the couch with the TV remote in hand, ready to open YouTube and rewatch the same goddamn trailer for the 100th time.
[Love and Deepspace | Caleb's Trailer]
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He didn't know how he ended up here. One moment he was feeling immense, needle pricking pain across his entire body, the next he was in a dumpster. With paws instead of hands. And the world seemed thrice as large and intimidating.
Well, At least I have shelter from the rain for now.. Though I feel like a wet rat.
He watched the girl settle down on the couch.
I wonder how long I can stay here. I need to figure things out..
Then, he heard something that caught his eye.
“What, you don't recognize me?”
He stared at the video playing on the TV screen.
“Did you honestly think I would always be the kind hearted boy from your childhood?”
His ears perked up, all pointy, and his eyes widened.
That's me.
He watched as the figure on the screen bit an apple as lightning flashed in the background.
That. Is. Me. On the TV.
A/N: Interest check? Very self indulgent... Kinda, sorta, really wanna turn this into a one-shot fic maybe... Haha.. Ha.. But I'll have to play through all the content released in the past few months.. 😭
Wrote this half asleep someone bonk me to sleep please
#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace#love and deepspace caleb#lads caleb#lnds caleb#caleb#caleb x reader#caleb x you#caleb x mc#xia yizhou#caleb love and deepspace#lads x reader#lads#reverse isekai
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LaDS Men React to Seeing You in Armor for the First Time
AN: Am I writing the same thing again and again? Yes. Does this please me? Very much.
Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader
Ingredients: 75% drama, 25% fluff. 100% cannon divergence
My Fav: Xavier and Zayne's
Xavier:
In a tournament against the knight to whom he had given a favor, he saw you.
His knight in shining armor, from some backwater village.
You defeated his champion in two effortless moves. He watched in fascination as you dismounted your horse and retrieved the handkerchief he had given to Ser Vance of Gor.
Then, catching him in the act of staring, you turned toward him. Pressing a kiss to the handkerchief, you made his heart shudder.
"Favors are to be won, not trodden on," you reasoned with the guards as they dragged you from the arena for stealing the royal favor.
From winning the tournament, to spending a night in prison, to kneeling before him in an oath. Xavier did not know when you became his dark knight.
Not until he realized you had stolen more than just a favor.
Rafayel:
He heard you first, the clash of swords and daggers, the thud of bodies hitting cold, hard ground.
And then he was blinded. After days of darkness, light flooded in, making him recoil into himself.
It had been weeks since you left for the campaign. Weeks since he had been captured from the shallow shores and thrown into the unlit cells that stank of death and fear.
Fighting the stinging pain in his eyes, he looked up, and there you stood. In all your glory. In your kingdom's armor, holding your sword- eyes wide with battle's fury.
He reached for you, though his tail, torn and raw, stung against the floor. They had not allowed him to shift. Still, with a thousand grievances, he reached toward you.
"Rafayel," you whispered, kneeling beside him and pulling him into your arms. "I am here." You murmured as your sword shattered his chains.
Your words made the bond thrum with joy despite the pain in his body.
"I am sorry it took so long," you said, wiping the gash above his brow. "But I’m here."
And that was when he cried. Shedding pearls his captors would have killed to possess.
Never before had waiting been so painful. But in every lifetime, a union with you was worth the suffering.
Zayne:
He had been an apprentice in Astra's halls when he first saw you, the herald to the God of Time itself. You stood proud at your lord’s side.
How you shone brighter than Astra himself was beyond Zayne. How could a mere herald possess such light?
But you were beloved. Rescuing disciples from Astra's wrath, smoothing over mistakes, appeasing Astra's tantrums. You were the calm in his halls.
Yet, you were also his sword, leading sparring sessions with the students of fate.
Zayne learned the way of the bow from you. Steadying his hands, you taught him the exact points to strike while he spoke to you of anatomy and healing.
He had always been a thorn in Astra’s side, a healer who fought to give life where there was none. Perhaps that was why he had been barred from battle.
Forced to tend to the wounded, far from the battlefield, so that his kindness would not extend to the dying on the other side.
On the eve of battle, you handed him your bow. "This is for your defense, and for the people around you." You fixed the quiver around him, the head of the healing halls.
As the herald leading the assault, your presence was a surprise to many, especially next to Zayne, the one who had angered Astra.
"And this," you said, handing him a satchel, "is for anyone who needs help. Friend or foe. We deny no one aid." You smiled.
And then you walked into the battle of time. Your armor burning bright as any star even as you fell.
Sylus (Angel x Demon au):
You were chaos. The bloodthirsty bane of heaven. He found you in the battles of men, the brothels of night, the tears of mothers.
You prowled the fields with plague and ruin dripping from your fingertips. Your crimson eyes burned with madness as you swept through the carnage with a scimitar. Blood clung to you, from your hair to your eyes, flowing like a river.
A terrible sight to many. Damning to him.
He had been sent to capture you, to deliver justice for the humans who prayed for help. He who had once beheld your unmarred form.
And when he pressed his sword to your throat, you had only laughed. A low, broken sound.
"We meet again," you had grinned, guiding his sword to your chest. Wrapping your hand over his. "This time, I shall have you forever."
You steadied the sword and pulled it into your heart.
Your breath ghosted over his ear as you whispered the prophecy of your shared fate. "Let this be a debt we shall settle for eons."
Your curse settled upon him. Dragging him down. Twisting him into a reflection of you in his soul, in his crimson eyes, and last of all, in his heart.
Unleashing upon him the wrath of unending time. Truly making him yours forever. Stealing him from the heavens, you won.
Caleb:
He hadn't seen you in your gear until the end. Not until you stood before him, pointing your gun at his chest.
"Colonel Caleb, you are under arrest for working with EVER. You will be detained until the trial." Your voice was devoid of emotion.
"Drop your weapons and step back."
You turned him around, folding his hands behind his back. The handcuffs snapped shut with cold finality.
"You have the right to remain silent." Your touch did not linger.
Your uniform was not unlike his. But he had never known. Not until now. There, on your lapel, was the badge of intelligence.
All these years, you had both managed to keep the most dangerous of secrets.
Despite himself, he smiled.
It vanished when your knee struck the back of his legs, forcing him to kneel.
Leaning down, you yanked him back by his hair. "Expect no mercy," you snarled before leaving him kneeling on the cold floor, surrounded by your officers.
tags: @mentaltrouble2201
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace caleb#love and deepspace headcannon#love and deepspace x reader#sylus x reader#xavier x reader#rafayel x reader#zayne x reader#zayne love and deepspace#caleb x reader#love and deepspace reaction#gn reader#drama#cannon divergence#angel x demon au#competent reader#knight reader
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A divine separation
Yandere!Zayne x Reader

The world beneath the stars seemed like a masterpiece crafted by Astra’s divine hand. You and Zayne had been chosen as Foreseers, conduits of divine will. Together, your shared power could pierce the veil of the unknown, interpreting Astra’s will for humanity. The connection you shared was unlike anything else in the universe—two halves of a whole, bound by fate.
Yet, as time passed, Zayne grew weary of how deeply you sympathized with humanity. Their fleeting lives, fragile dreams, and relentless struggles touched you in ways Zayne could not understand. He saw the way your compassion consumed you, how every wound inflicted upon mortals felt like a wound upon your own soul. You’d stumble into the sanctuary, bruised from trying to intervene in their affairs, your eyes soft with an aching kindness that enraged him.
“They don’t deserve your mercy.” Zayne would say, his tone sharp like shattered glass. “Their choices lead to ruin, and yet you lower yourself for them?”
“But they need us” you argued back, your voice trembling with conviction. “If Astra has chosen us to guide them, how can we turn away?”
Zayne’s jaw tightened. The stars in his eyes once serene—now burned with a dangerous intensity. He knew you wouldn’t change, and the thought of you being hurt again ignited something primal within him.
Late one evening, as you rested after a grueling day of delivering Astra’s messages to the people, Zayne approached the altar. He knelt before the shimmering pool where Astra’s essence flowed, the very source of your shared power.
“I beseech you, Astra” he whispered, his voice dark with determination. “Grant me the strength to bear your will alone. This… bond is no longer necessary. I’ll protect your will and ensure its purity—without them.”
Astra remained silent, but the stars above shuddered. The divine essence flickered, and Zayne felt a surge of power. He stood, his chest heaving as the realization hit him. He had succeeded. The connection you once shared was severed, and the weight of Astra’s voice was now his alone.
When you woke, the world felt… hollow. The usual hum of your connection to Astra was gone, replaced by a chilling silence. Panic set in as you searched for Zayne, only to find him waiting in the sanctuary, a soft, almost sorrowful smile on his face.
“It’s better this way” he said, stepping closer to you. His hand reached out, brushing against your cheek with a gentleness that belied his actions. “You were too kind, too fragile. Humanity would’ve broken you eventually.”
“Zayne… what have you done?” Your voice cracked as you stared at him, disbelief and betrayal swirling in your chest.
“I’ve taken on the burden for both of us” he replied, his tone calm. “You don’t need to suffer anymore. I’ll protect you from humanity, from pain, from everything.”
You tried to step back, but his grip on your arm was firm, unyielding.
“I won’t let you throw yourself away for them” Zayne murmured, his voice soft but laced with steel. “You’re mine, Y/n. You always have been. And now, you’ll stay by my side—safe, where you belong.”
As his words sank in, you realized the true extent of his obsession. The bond you once shared, the balance that had made you equals, was gone. Zayne had stolen it, consumed it, and in doing so, he had imprisoned you in his shadow.
Above, the stars shimmered faintly, their light muted as if Astra mourned what had been lost.
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere love and deepspace#love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#lads zayne#zayne x reader
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Best Quotes From 'If We Were Villains'



"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
"You can't quantify humanity. You can't measure it - not the way you mean to. People are passionate and flawed and fallible. They make mistakes. Their memories fade. Their eyes deceive them."
"I don't know, it's like I look at you and the sonnets make sense. The good ones, anyway."
"Do you blame Shakespeare for any of it?" The question is so unlikely, so nonsensical coming from such a sensible man, that I can't help but suppress a smile. "I blame him for all of it."
'She says, “Were you in love with him?” “Yes,” I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. “Yes, I was.” It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.'
'I need language to live like food - lexemes and morphemes and morsels of meaning nourish me with the knowledge that, yes, there is a word for this. Someone else has felt it before.'
'Below was the motto: Per aspera ad astra. I'd heard a variety of translations, but the one I liked best was Through the thorns to the stars.'
"We cracked up. [...] But we didn't really shatter until we were all back together again."
'The clock on the mantel struck twelve, and we stirred, one by one, like seven statues coming to life.'
'Actors are by nature volatile - alchemic creatures composed of incendiary elements, emotion and ego and envy. Heat them up, stir them together, and sometimes you get gold. Sometimes disaster.'
#books#book blog#booklr#readblr#book reccs#book recommendations#bookaddict#bookblr#bookworm#dark academia#if we were villains#iwwv#iwwv spoilers#iwwv aesthetic#oliver marks#james farrow#oliver x james#dark academia books#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark academia aesthetic#dark academia vibes#dark academia humor#dark academism#dark academic aesthetic#shakespeare#lgbtq books#lgbt fiction
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Some questions about Astra
does she like the stars
dose she yell at plants
does she like to read
Hmm Astra is pretty neutral about those things? Those are things that her parents like or do but she has her own interests :D
Astra loves loves LOVES dinosaurs! 🦖 (A really tricky situation for Aziraphale because he doesn't want to lie to Astra but also doesn't want to shatter the illusion that dinosaurs actually never existed and were just a joke from God)
Astra loves food! (But she is a picky eater. Her favorite food is escargot.)
Astra often dreams about flying! (Unlike her parents Astra doesn't have wings. Very rarely she can float.)
Astra LOVES uncie Beelzebub! (Uncie = Uncle+Auntie)
Astra doesn't like Gabriel.
#astra#ineffable parents#mystery baby#Just some random Astra facts#All based on mini comics that I've planned to draw~
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S.T.A.Y.
Written by hakunahistata with incendiary art by the talented @cassieoh. Written for High Pollen Count, a Good Omens Sex Pollen Event!
Explicit, 14.6K, 2/2 chapters
When Lieutenant Crowley is caught in a dust storm on an unmarked planet during an exploratory mission, nothing seems amiss. It isn’t until he returns onboard the spacecraft, Astra Sequi, that it becomes clear that something is very, very wrong.
Or, Sex Pollen in SPACE 🌌🚀
Have a taste...
Gasps of pleasure fill the small room where Aziraphale sits, the mic picking up every rustle of fabric, the slick slide of skin. A precious whine ripples around him, bringing into focus a reality that Aziraphale has only dreamt of. He shatters under the weight of knowing what pleasure sounds like in Crowley’s mouth.
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I cannot thank @gaiaseyes451 and @the-literal-kj enough for being the best beta's and friends 🖤
Enormous shout out to @voluptatiscausa, @malachitegrey, and @adverbian for organizing the High Pollen Count event and creating such a fun, silly, ho®ny corner of the internet!
Tagging my forever family too @goodomensafterdark
#remember when I said I wasn't going to go as hard after paradigm shift? that was a lie#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#good omens high pollen count 2024#good omens sex pollen event 2024#good omens fic#sex pollen#my fic#s p a c e
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"All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire." - Edgar Allan Poe
Exculpate: The Fall from Grace is an upcoming 18+ action packed and fantastical interactive fiction novel. Loosely inspired by media like “My Hero Academia”, “Bungou Stray Dogs”, “Jujutsu Kaisen”, “The X-Men” and “Titans”.
Tags: [Urban Fantasy/Sci-Fi, Romance, Drama, LGBTQIA+, Textbased]
The Astra. In the years after the war it was a name that had grown familiar. A select group of individuals who had gained special abilities after the…incident. They are powerful. They are talented. They are gifted.
And you’re one of them.
Or at least you were around a decade ago. Before you made the mistake. The type of colossal fuck up that blows up your apparently flimsy life in a matter of minutes. The kind that has you running away and starting completely over. That kind.
Now instead of using your worthless ability to save people, you are stuck using it for much more…aggressive work. More effective work. Or at the very least work that pays better. The only cost seems to be your sorry excuse for morals. Trading your soul and sense of justice for a paycheck. What could go wrong?
It was manageable. Meaningful even. Something that gave purpose to the now shattered pieces of your life.
Everything was great.
...until you got a hit for the strongest hero in existence. Wonderful.
Play a former hero turned assassin turned…“hero” but not really .
Customize your character’s name, appearance, personality, and gender identity.
Develop a better understanding of your dreadful ability.
Explore and navigate complex relationships with six unique romantic options.
Kill your former best friend and betray old allies and new ones alike!
Come face to face with your past (both the choices you’ve made and the people in it).
Repent for your mistakes…or continue making them.
The Hero (Your Target): Maverick “Mav” Kingston (He/Him)
Maverick Kingston, your current target and the strongest member of Astra. The strongest, period. He is unstoppable - unreachable - unattainable. You would know as his (former) best friend.
Appearance: Maverick is the embodiment of “perfection” and that crosses over into his looks. He is roughly 6’1” and is quite lean. He has vibrant light blue eyes and a head of messy blonde hair that seems to always fall perfectly into place.
Personality: Maverick’s greatest flaw is undeniably his personality. To put it bluntly, he’s the best and he knows it. He manages to come across as nonchalant and egotistical on a good day - often just messing around or teasing both his enemies and coworkers alike, and while he can be quite charismatic, his laidback and annoying disposition tends to steer most people away. Although, you get the feeling that there seems to be something deeper lying beneath the surface even after all these years…
The Strategist: Carmen Reyes (She/Her)
Carmen Reyes, lead strategist of the Astra and to put it bluntly the only one with any common sense. She is an intimidating presence - although that might just be due to her title of the best hand to hand combatant of the Astra. You used to be co-workers and classmates but that was a long time ago.
Appearance: Carmen’s beauty is just another thing that adds to her imposing nature. She is roughly 5’11” and has spent years building up her muscular physique. She has curly dark brown hair that rests just below her chin and surprisingly sharp hazel eyes that seem to track your every move…
Personality: Carmen can be considered reserved and wise at best and completely distant at worst. She has a professional air to her that most officials and authority respect, but it can come across as aloof or boring especially when comparing her to the loud personalities that the rest of the Astra has. That’s not to say she is uncaring though - in fact she is arguably the most moral of the group - or at least she was back when you were a member…
The Heart: Silas Jones (He/Him)
Silas Jones, arguably the kindest member of the Astra. He’s excitable and naive - if not a bit endearing. He tends to act as the mediator between the public and the other members of the Astra when necessary. You don’t remember being particularly close with him back when you were in the Astra so it’s surprising how desperately he seems to want your attention now…
Appearance: Silas is roughly 5’8” and has dark brown skin with glowing silver marks scattered across his body. He has black locs that have been dyed red at the tips and dark brown eyes that seem to pull you in wherever you go…
Personality: Silas is easily the nicest of the group and can be quite soothing especially compared to the harsher personalities of the other members and higher ups of the Astra. He is incredibly open and energetic, if not a bit naive. He cares very deeply for the people around him and that clearly extends to you even after all these years. It does make you wonder why he is so interested though…
The Healer: Juno Aceso (She/Her)
Juno Aceso, head of the healing and medical department at Astra. She isn’t what most people expect when they hear the words “doctor” but she is a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the group. You were close with her back when you were in the Astra…or at least as close as you can be with someone like her.
Appearance: Juno is roughly 5’5”. She has deathly pale skin and dark eyebags that frame her murky green eyes. Her straight chestnut colored hair lands right at her chest, though she usually keeps it up in a bun.
Personality: If Carmen is distant and Maverick is nonchalant then Juno is on a whole other level. She is practically apathetic with her laidback nature and tends to be quite removed from everyone else. That’s not to say she has no personality though. She can be incredibly snarky and sarcastic when she wants to be. Unsurprisingly, she seems the least invested in your return. Although you get an odd feeling whenever she glances your way…
The Star: Payton Monroe (They/Them)
Payton Monroe is nothing if not a star. They embrace the celebrity status that comes with being a member of the Astra with open arms. You weren’t particularly close with them back when you were in the Astra but you heard the rumors of their exploits…
Appearance: Payton is roughly 5’7” and seems to make it their life’s goal to make themself as appealing as possible. They have ivory colored skin and dazzling lavender eyes. Their hair is shoulder length and white with streaks of pink going through it.
Personality: Payton is someone who has no issue embracing the finer things in life. They are far more interested in the public image aspect of being a member of the Astra and that comes across in nearly every interaction. While they are quite flirtatious, they seem to hold no interest in pursuing an actual relationship. Maybe you’ll be the one to change that…
The Newbie: Amari Gray (Gender Selectable)
Amari Gray, the newest member of the Astra. Not much is known about them - they joined after you left and they don’t seem exactly interested in getting to know you. They tend to be annoyed with you more often than not but you get the feeling that they are that way with most people. Although, their constant avoidance towards you specifically is quite odd…
Appearance: Amari is roughly 5’3”. They have tan skin and sharp gray eyes that seem to be set in a perpetual glare. They have thick white hair that is currently styled as a short undercut. They have a few piercings and tattoos.
Personality: You don’t know much about Amari but one thing you do know is that they don’t like you. They are either actively avoiding you or are going out of their way to pick fights with you. They seem incredibly familiar which makes their determination on making your life miserable even weirder…
DEMO TBA
#if: intro#interactive fiction#if: exculpate#interactive novel#interactive game#if wip#interactive fiction wip#choicescript#wip if#wip intro#wip#dashingdon#cog wip#cog#choice of games#hosted games#intro post
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Transformers Fanfic Recommendations
For the record, I did not write these. You may need an AO3 account for some fics.
C = completed
O = ongoing
OS = one-shot
S = series
If you have any fics that aren’t romance focused (or don’t feature MegaOp or MegaScream), share em and I’ll check em out ✌️
Prime/Rescue Bots
Giant Metal Kangaroos (OS. Miko causing mayhem. Bots use pouches to help carry humans and the consequences thereof)
Sparks and Souls (OS. Prime bots are on guardian protocols because of the kids)
Tiny Wrecker (OS. Wheeljack and Miko bonding)
Guardians (OS. Shattered Glass. Slice of life. Prime kids bonding with SG cons)
The Secret Keeper (S. Old. Only Cody knows the bots exist)
Morse Code (OS. Miko wants to communicate with Bumblebee)
The First Encounter (OS. Soundwave n Laserbeak. Prime kids mixed in)
Parental Programs (O. Sparkling programs are activated because of Cody)
Miko Should Not Have Explosives (OS. Wheeljack and Miko bonding. Fond Ratchet. Surprisingly no explosions)
Talks and Translations (OS. Wheeljack and Miko bonding.)
Sick Day (OS. Overprotective Bulkhead, sick Miko)
De Spatio Inter Astra (O. Kids become to sparklings)
Animated
Food for Thought (OS. Sari’s organic side needs different food)
Original/G1
The Issue of Picking Up Humans (OS. Autobots have few boundaries with cute organic species, consequences as a result)
Solo with Obbligato (OS. Autobots struggle with boundaries part 2, and the consequences thereof)
You Say Spark, I Say Soul (OS. Daemon AU)
Earthspark
Decepticons of Earth (S. Dot and Megs bonding followed by the Malto’s adopting various cons)
Visitation (OS. Dot and Meg’s bonding.)
Change of Part (C. Dot and Megs bonding)
Bayverse
Don’t Think You’re So Great (OS. Sam has a bad time, Autobots play detective to figure out where he is)
Take my Heart (and Hold It Together While We Fall Apart) (OS. Bumblebee feels guilty over Sam’s death)
All in the Family (OS. Sam’s mom gets to go off on people and a blooming friendship with Optimus)
Hands (OS. Under 500 words. Scorponok gets bathed by Sam)
Dinobots (C. Old. Dinobots are created and cause chaos, as they do)
Mix Ins/Crossovers
Rebooting Hope (OS. Series mix up. Autobots didn’t wake up with Decepticons)
Come Home to Roost (OS. Buzzsaw n Cody figure out friendship)
Behavioural Patterns of Birds (C. Child reader. Seeker trio. Fair bit of kidnapping and self identity crisis. Probably my favourite character/reader insert fic)
#transformers#transformers earthspark#transformers g1#transformers prime#transformers animated#transformers fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic recommendation#transformers rescue bots#transformers bayverse
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Angst but there's SnowCrow so everything's alright:
(this isn't a fanfic??? I just wanted angst then SnowCrow to cover it up)
Zayne should have never been tired of loving her. From the moment he breathes in a new life, his world should be her. His memories disappear but his heart will always remember. Scent, sound, feeling.
His garden of Jasmine flowers. Thousands. Uncountable. Amounting to how many lives he lives just to get shattered. One day, the jasmines start wilting. His time with her is up. It shouldn't end. He was destined to endure countless pain in every timeline. But he couldn't control fate or any of that bullshit. And Astra felt a weird emotion; regret? Guilt? Definitely not. The god doesn't know, but he did change something for Zayne.
A new life and Zayne grows up to feel like something is missing. A strange longing. He thought he would feel this way forever.
Disgusting. He feels like a shackle wants to cover him up. He doesn't know what to do. He can't wait. He feels like if he waits he'll be running out of time.
Tired. Still, he is cursed with his nightmares. When he became a teen, scars slowly started appearing. Painful. It hurts.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts it hurts.. help him. Someone save him.
It's a burning sensation. Like cold ice is creeping through his flesh, tearing him apart, wanting to swallow him whole. Why? He doesn't know.
He feels like he's living in hell. A cold hell that's covering his heart. Just as soon as he starts to give up, Sylus appears and it changes almost everything.
It was strange at first. The first meeting was also a bit weird. Sylus was a bit intimidating, yet so radiant. Zayne would catch his heart beating fast and his breath hit hing every time Sylus would speak.
But it was sweet, and Zayne loves anything sweet.
Sylus would be so tender towards him, despite the demeanor of someone rash or "emotionally unavailable". But noooooo. Sylus is a lover boy. And Zayne, usually reluctant about such affection, would dive deep in that affectionate hold. Before he knows it, he's already reaching out for more.
The kisses would be gentle and soft. Lips brushing, smiles, chuckles, hugging, forehead resting, and deep eye contact full of love. Their kisses will turn out to be more passionate when they want to get more intimate. Fondling, hickies, deep exploration. You know what I mean.
And Zayne would eat up all of the touches, the acts of services, and how spoiled he becomes when he's in the presence of Sylus. What can he say? The man loves him to bits and he loves him too.
He loves him? It was a very foreign feeling. Love. He can actually feel it? Has the curse been lifted? Or was it just a one time thing? Who knows.
But what Zayne does know is that the longing has been replaced with something else. Acceptance. He has accepted that he won't be able to have that missing piece, and now there is something or someone that is taking his hand and drifting him to live like a person. Did that someone replace the gap? No. The gap has been there since time immemorial, it's static, always there. It's just now, he feels more fulfilled. More alive. He's finally breathing.
He can feel love. He can live and be loved without destruction stabbing his heart.
He would trail his scarred hands on Sylus' being, a delicate touch that's too afraid to lose him and hurt him. The scars are something permanent on his person, but that doesn't change the fact that they've healed.
He smiles and kisses Sylus. They aged together, and vanished alongside each other, just so that they can embrace in another life.
He can be normal.
He can live without worrying about hurting both him and his partner.
The cold has stopped. Time continues.
The wilting Jasmin flowers rejoiced in his garden.
#now i wonder what Sylus' side is like#did this while working AND doing my thesis#I'm a multitasker fr#snowcrow#love and deepspace ship#zayne x sylus#li x li#lads sylus#lads zayne#sylus x zayne#crowsnow
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Lego Monkie Kid Fan Comics & Stories:
So basically I have two comic ideas and a lot of stories for these. Imma explain! I have 2 Aus for lmk: one with ocs, a story that was in the making for a good 2 years or more(The Journey) and one with my Sona, basically a self insert with lore (A Butterfly's light) soo.. ye.
Warning! Both stories are a work in progress, sorry if they're terrible if I post the pages.
[pages will be released once a week, 2 pages for 1 series, so it takes turns. Chapters will have breaks in between]
Comics on hold (sorry y'all-)
The Journey:

Prologue: Shattered
Chapter 1: Home
Chapter 2: Memory
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A Butterfly's Light:
Prologue: Sudden Change
Chapter 1: Unlikely Bond
Chapter 2: Discovery
Chapter 3: Meet The King
Chapter 4:
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Characters References:
The Journey:
Main cast
Celestials
Shadow trio
A Butterfly's Light:
Aimicha
Astra
Rozalia
#lego monkie kid#lmk#monkie kid#lmk oc#art#lmk fan comic#fan comic#comics#self insert#lmk x oc#oc x canon#sona x canon#self insert x canon
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Hopping on this tag from @happypup-kitcat24 :)
OC Assumption Tag
Share one of your characters' name and a quote from them with zero context and let your followers (or other people who stumble upon your post) make assumptions about said character. You can post about more than one character but only one quote for each one for things to stay out of context.
1) Izjik Meautammera
“My name is Izjik Meautammera and I’m not at all wanted by the wealthy Devaris family of Unity. They won’t give you money for my safe and unconscious return. What I am is End’s avatar. It speaks to me, it controls my actions when it wishes. I have killed spirits and Chosen under its command. Immortality shatters beneath the stone of my washava. I have come here to ask for your help in our ultimate endeavor; destroying the gods and all life on this planet. You, your kid, your dog—it’ll all be dead and gone. So, who, uh, who’s with me?”
2) Sepo Kaiacynthus
“I expect you to fight to the bitter end if that’s what it takes, because you might love your husband, your son, but the people on that ship are the reason I’m here today and if your impatience costs them their lives, then believe me when I say I will turn that city down there into a fiery crater when I rip this damn island out of the sky!”
3) Twenari Undetasib/Devaris
“Something to do with gravitation runes and the density of air. It’s brilliant; they combine the magical with the mechanical and get a miracle. Gods, if I could just get a peek inside one of those fans….”
4) Djek Kagura
“Look, my point is, it’s hard to trust a bleeding heart. You figure that you’re too weak for this world, too sensitive, so you get in tight with someone who knows their shit. Someone smart enough to tangle with society and come out on top. You trust them to make decisions for you because they know better. They’re harder, more practical; they don’t balk when there’s bloody work to be done.... The first step in doing good is to let go of those people. You have to learn to listen to that bleeding heart of yours. It’s not soft, it’s not weak; it makes you who you are. A good woman. One who now has the opportunity to go out and make the world better.”
5) Astra DuClaire
“Nah, but I’ve been listenin’ in on your little chat with my friend here. I know I got you real worried ’bout how I figured out how to preserve a mind and you didn’t. And you’re right to worry, which is why I said it before, but all good messages bear repeatin’, so I’ll say it again. I am better than you.”
6) Mashal Darezsho
“I don’t care! I don’t care if you think I’m nothing more than a stepping stone on your path. I don’t care if you don’t think about me at all! But you will come out here and face me, gods damn it! And I’ll make sure I’m the last thing that ever crosses your fucking mind!”
7) Ivander Montane
“I didn’t come after the Surgeon out of the goodness of my heart. I… I didn’t come here to solve your murder or bring anyone to justice. The Surgeon can strip the magic from a sorcerer. I’ve seen the bodies with my own eyes—yours included. I came here hoping he could take the godly magic from me. ...I told you, I’m a selfish man.”
8) Elsind Cavernsight
“I forgive you, too. Just by knowing you, I can tell that your father was a good man. Not a good ruler maybe, but I can honestly say that I believe both of you did the best you could within the system you inherited. Very few nobles I’ve met were ever so, well, noble.”
8) Avymere Spearsong
“We are not retreating. The longer we take to act, the longer the people of Salis—of all of Skysheer—are held in Vermir’s grasp. Every second we waste means the death of another sorcerer whom it is my duty to protect. We push on.”
I like games like these, so ima call all the homies! Consider yourselves no pressure tagged ;)
@amandacanwrite @elsie-writes @riveriafalll @kosmic-kore @kaylinalexanderbooks
@bard-coded @carrotsinnovember @patternwelded-quill @somethingclevermahogony @whatwewrotepodcast
@the-angriest-author @mk-writes-stuff @frostedlemonwriter @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @watermeezer
@leahnardo-da-veggie @mr-orion @televisionjester @ray-writes-n-shit @evilgabe29
@trippingpossum @tragedycoded @halfbakedspuds @ominous-feychild @cain-e-brookman
@wyked-ao3 @thecomfywriter
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Till (Alien Stage) ID Pack
[PT: Till (Alien Stage) ID Pack].
[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].
Names
[PT: Names].
Adrien, Aeris, Alain, Alix, Amon, Amory, Ashen, Astra, Bellamy, Caelum, Callum, Cassian, Celeste, Ceryn, Dael, Elior, Elric, Eris, Fen, Finn, Gale, Hadrian, Hale, Illian, Ilyas, Iver, Janus, Jorin, Kael, Kain, Kyran, Lachlan, Lev, Lior, Lyric, Lysander, Mavi, Mikel, Niel, Nohr, Oren, Pax, Pharos, Quinlan, Relin, Ren, Selene, Solin, Stellan, Talin, Theron, Valen, Wynn, Zane
Pronouns
[PT: Pronouns].
Bur / Burs / Burst, Echo / Echos / Echoes, Guit / Guitar / Guitars, Hu / Hum / Hums, Ly / Lyr / Lyrics, Mic / Micro / Microphone, Pe / Per / Perform, Rage / Rages / Rages, Rebe / Rebel / Rebels, Sca / Scar / Scars, So / Song / Songs, Sta / Stage / Stages, Stah / Star / Stars, Strum / Strums / Strums, Vo / Voi / Voices, Will / Wills / Wills, Wound / Wounds / Wounds
Titles
[PT: Titles].
A Fragile Artist, A Star on a Dark Stage, A Survivor Marked by Aliens, A Voice Amid the Silence, The Marked Performer, The One Who Fought Despite Despair, The One Who Sang to Survive, The Shattered Muse, The Tired Dreamer, The Wounded but Resilient, [Pronoun] Who Carries Hidden Strength, [Pronoun] Bound By Chains, [Pronoun] Who Dares to Dream, [Pronoun] Whose Voice Tells a Story
[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].
Requested by anon!
Also tagging: @id-pack-archive
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A Fallen God
AN: HEAR ME OUT!! HE SUCKS SO WHY NOT MAKE HIM SUFFER. SCREAM AT ME IN COMMENTS BUT IF THERE IS A GOD IN LORE I HAVE WRITE ABOUT THEM >< I LOVE ZAYNE TOO ISTG
Pairing: Astra x GN Reader
Genre: One sided obsession. Angst.
Summary: "You will bring doom to any you seek," he announces from his throne, already writing the fate of your trials to come. "Every pain known to the living shall be yours to bear. But harsher will be the fate of those who dare to love you."
"It is your fate," Astra circles you, his fingers lingering at the curve of your back.
"I bow to no fate," you grit your teeth, shoving him away. "Especially not one that ends at your side."
He, who once shaped stars with breath alone, had fallen. Doomed by his own vices. Your teacher, the all-seeing, all-knowing one, had seen you beside him in every vision of the end.
So he tried to bind you to him. A union of gods.
"You will suffer. Suffering is learning," he says, his clawed fingers brushing your cheek, tender in the way only your kind can pretend to be. "I am not new to rebuilding the broken." A red string materializes between his fingers, thin, crimson, unsnapped.
"I will be your comfort after the trials. There is no world where will wins against destiny." He declares it like law, like time itself will bend to his voice. The god beyond time.
And you, you were young then. Only a few centuries old. Born with the birth of self-aware thought. The deity of will.
You, the contradiction to everything he was. And he hated you for it.
"Try a thousand lifetimes, a thousand times over, and you still won’t win." You glare at him, fire twisting in your throat. "Your world runs on the tracks of fate, but creation is made out of its will."
You turn your back to him. Your hands tremble. "Never will I be yours. Any pain is amenable."
"You will bring doom to any you seek," he announces from his throne, already writing the fate of your trials to come. "Every pain known to the living shall be yours to bear. But harsher will be the fate of those who dare to love you."
"I accept." You close your eyes, willing to calm the tempest that riles your powers. "Bitter will be the pain of becoming someone's doom. Yet, I will bear it. I choose it over you."
You stare at the core pulsing in your palm, alive, sacred, yours.
And then you shatter it.
"This will never be yours. No matter what."
You crush it into shards and release them into the winds of creation, feeling the parts of you scatter. A fog of fall and forgetting creeps into your skin. Your power begins to unravel.
Soon, your memories will scatter. Your godhood will be stripped. And all that you were will vanish, until the end of trials.
An end that might never come.
In the last moments of your consciousness, he torments you with visions of time to come.
Of the worlds of Linkon, Philos, and so many more.
He shows you the fragments of your soul as they fall; into kingdoms torn by war, into cities where rain never stops, into bodies that bleed and break with each rebirth.
He lets you feel it. Every lifetime waiting to be lived.
He lets you taste every betrayal. Every mistake you’ll make. Every love that will end in ruin because it was built with pieces of you.
And then he smiles.
Not out of cruelty, no, Astra has always believed this is mercy. That suffering brings you home.
"You will return to me," he says. Not as a threat. As prophecy.
And then the fog takes you.
And the visions are gone.
But their ache lingers like the echo of your torment that he keeps alive.
Astra felt the unraveling like a blade pressed under his ribs. The final thread went slack. The loom stilled. And then, nothing.
You were gone.
Not lost. Not scattered. Freed.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
You were supposed to suffer until you crawled. Bleed until you begged. Return to him not out of love, but exhaustion. He had designed your trials meticulously, every loss tailored to weaken you. Every death, every lover, every flicker of peace, calculated failures meant to break your will.
And you had the audacity to overcome all of it.
You had the nerve to choose something other than him.
Astra moved through the remains of his halls, robes dragging through ash. The loom, the machine he had built to thread your lifetimes, was crumbling. Dozens of strands snapped, unraveling entire timelines.
Let them fall.
Let the worlds rot.
He didn’t care about the order of things anymore.
Not if you were no longer bound to it.
He swept a hand over the map of the worlds of his making, watching as the image of your final form flickered, unreachable now. You had remembered everything, endured every curse, and still walked away from him.
You dared to think you were finished.
Foolish.
There were other ways to reach you. Other paths to turn you back into something desperate. And Astra knew all of them.
He wouldn’t beg.
He would ruin.
He would thread nightmares into the lives of your beloveds. Poison their fates. Twist their dreams until they woke screaming your name. He would resurrect old ghosts, bring back lovers you lost and pit them against each other. He would engineer tragedies so precise you’d think destiny itself had turned on you.
And when the world began to rot under the weight of your name, you would come back. You’d have to.
And if you didn’t?
He’d burn every universe you touched until the only place left to stand… was at his side.
You were his creation. His defiance. His obsession.
And gods do not let go.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace astra#astra x reader#enemies#dark lore#revenge au#i hate tagging things
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