#fiirecracker

[solarkell]

Starter for @fiirecracker ;; Thistle

Intel can come from anywhere, everywhere. Anytime.

Whispers and rumors have passed through The Spider's web recently. Rumors of something that should have been long-since-dead. Something that burns red-hot and drives off anything that sets foot beneath the canopies he calls home. Bearing a familiar faded blue and the sigil of a House extinct.

But rumors are many things, including often untrue. Whispers, without any presentable evidence.

And yet... there's evidence, here. Scratched bark where tall horns have scuffed trees, parted undergrowth where something massive has made its way across, a scrap of faded blue threads caught on a branch, creating a trail that winds into the dense trees and away from the jungle's edge.

At the end of it stands the Kell of Kells, looking up through a gap in the canopy and idly puffing orange ether-vapor from a cracked rebreather. A Ghost in a shell with spider-like legs sits in the ruff of fur worn around his neck, comfortable as can be nested there.

"I know you're there," the Kell of Kells announces in his native tongue after a beat of silence, and lowers his gaze, though he doesn't yet turn it Thistle's way. No, he stands still, and basks in the dappled sunlight that surrounds him like a thin shroud. "You carry the scent of Eliksni, but you are not one of us. Why have you come here?"

[exilegend]

@fiirecracker​ asked

"Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long."

not many have ever been empathetic about his exile. he knows, better than anyone, it was born of his own actions. it was inevitable. if he hadn’t left many events would not have gone the way they should have. while he is used to making pragmatic decisions as such, it does not ease the distrust any more. he has a long way to go in repairing his image. marred both by himself and savathun.

he can’t blame anyone for it.

not really.

there’s no point in shifting blame for something he needs to leave behind.

so julia's compassion nearly blinds him.

osiris is quiet for a moment. neomuna’s lights reflect against his helmet as he stares down at the city from the towering heights of the strider’s gate.  “ yes, ” he says, a hint of reluctance in his voice,  “ but i have grown accustomed to it. if people are insistent upon misinterpreting my actions as malicious that is on their own ignorance, it is not my duty to clarify all of my actions. i have never operated under the premise i need other people’s acceptance. i am already aware of how... difficult i can be. ”

once, he had sagira to ease his rough edges, made him palatable for more sensitive people to interact with. now that she’s gone... now that she’s gone, he has never felt more on the fringes of society than now.

still, he does what he must for a city that does not want him.

[warcost]

@fiirecracker (julia) asked:

i don't think the world is full of criminals and full of murderers. it's full of nice people. // for atticus!

MISC. SENTENCES

atticus gives the titan a curious look. ah. must be one of those. he gives her a very serious look as he draws upon solar light, healing warmth emanates from his hands as they hover over wounded and bloodied skin.

" please try not to talk too much. you have suffered a great deal of blood loss. though i am grateful you consider me nice people. " radiant light sinks in, boosting the already-present restorative powers the light provides the titan.

titans. always so willing to sacrifice themselves before anyone else.

" you are lucky i was here when i was here, otherwise your ghost would've needed to pull you back. "

[thvndersnow]

show me that sweet sweet height difference between the twins - 5'3"

;; tiny trans titan twins tiny trans titan twins

[doodlemxsings]

“this is part of growing up: a little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. healthy even.” // Leah @ Predaking

Having a complicated relationship with, well, everything was difficult to say the least. Doubt sometimes trickled in despite his best efforts. The predacon listened to the human as she spoke, letting out a rumble of thought.

That was true. Without him stepping out of line, he wouldn't have become the person he is now. Whether or not that was a good thing was up to debate to some, but it didn’t matter what other people thought in the long run. He was himself even if people didn't like it, and that was how it was and how it forever would be.

"And I know rebellion very well," was his reply. "Something tells me that you do as well."

[midnightthvnder]

👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? // for miilak <3

;; honestly that is a toughie because miilak just enjoys sex so much in all its forms. he loves to watch his partners giving other people oral sex but i suppose if he had to choose for himself he loves giving penetrative sex more. he likes to push his partners to their absolute limits and at his size it is soooo easy for him to do that.

[nothingswarden]

crumple // leah is going to catch her grandpa

(( WAHOO YEAH WOOOO ))

Variks has tried- oh, how he's tried, to look after himself lately. He knows well enough what others would think if he didn't at least try. But he's older, now, and no matter how much he bundles up in thick furs and numerous blankets, there are days that the cold just gets to him and makes every old joint ache. There are days where he must sit, because even leaning on the staff provides no reprieve.

That's not to speak of the times said joints have given when he goes to sit, or lean down to pick up a dropped object, or when the cold air bites too hard and the coughing fits are too much for him to breathe for a bit too long.

Luckily, until now, nobody had been around to witness such things. Variks preferred it this way. His situation was miserable enough without random Guardians fussing over his wellbeing. It was easier, to be perceived as someone resilient.

Yet, as Variks tries to straighten up from this last fit, he feels his knees start to shake. He feels the way his chest heaves as he breathes clearly again, and he feels the way he starts to sink to the floor, and he thinks please not this, as he faces the idea of spending a few hours on the cold floor.

And then there are hands grasping at him, steadying him, and Variks squeezes his eyes shut in something between relief and mortification. He doesn't look at who it is, he just takes a second to appreciate that he at least hasn't fallen.

"...Variks thanks you." Variks at last mutters, wheezing.

[legacyfirst]

❛ i’ve come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than fuck. ❜ // I don’t know how this is going to work but take a Rohan

"If there is a word somehow stronger than fuck out there, do tell. I've come to find needing to use a new word recently myself."

[thedriftcr]

“Really starting to understand old people these days. I love letters. Love packages. Terrified of my email inbox.” // julia

❝ bein' old ain't that bad all of a sudden, huh? email's got no soul, no feeling. letters? packages? oh, you can feel all kinds of emotions from letters and packages. like a letter from an old friend who owes you money telling you they're at your favorite dive bar to come get them. or like when you suddenly get a letter from an obsessed fan who left you a cabal arm at your doorstep with a declaration of undying love. or when your grandma nags you for not visiting her more frequently! hah, i gotta go see granny soon. ❞.

[thedriftcr]

❝ i offer a good bargain, sister! plus, I'm a very charming individual. very good lookin' too ❞.

Sometimes it surprised him how fast he gathered his people and rallied them to play an experimental version of a game that had all the potential to kill every one of them. Were the guardians so tired of what the Vanguard sanctioned and allowed that a little mystery and intrigue was so damn attractive to them? Not that he thought about it too frequently --his scheme had worked beautifully, to the point where even the Vanguard themselves couldn't deny how useful his plot was to all of them in the end. Now he had his hands full of projects he never imagined would float to him with this much ease, and while time to work on his own personal projects was cut short, it all fed the same beast in the end. It was fulfilling, kept his pockets filled with glimmer, and let him look deeper into the issues he already had on his radar. Not too bad of a con game.

The Drifter set a rusty screwdriver down to wipe his hands on a dirty rug to his left, before reaching for another tool but not move too much and interrupt Leah fiddling with his shoulder pads. He didn't mind the company of the teenager. Poking her brain and her attitude was something he had grown to enjoy incredibly, and it was better to have someone with no true affiliation sneaking in every now and then.

❝ yeah, guardians can be very prickly. took me some time to get that crowd, you know. once they realized I can do what Shaxx can't, they realized how boring what they had been force fed all this time was and they all came to me. besides, no matter how many times they deny it, they all love some good ol' mystery dingy fella making their darkest desires a reality. wanna give this a try? ❞

“you’re a dick.” 

crossing her arms over her chest, leah sighs. her lips press together, half-frowning, half-pouting. no matter how much she has endured, no matter what she has survived, she is still just a child; a teenager struggling to make it work in this world. it isn’t easy. it never has been. but little moments like this, they help. 

not that she could ever admit such outloud. to tell the drifter he is a source of comfort is to cut our her heart and offer it to him on a silver platter. it is to give another adult the chance to ruin her, to leave her trembling and bleeding on the edge of the wall. (it also helps that she has a bit of a temper, and that is easy enough to turn on him. bitter is better, after all.)

“man, i need to get my hands on whatever guardians you’re running with,” snorts the girl. she reaches over, to take one of his untouched tools and fiddle. painted nails run along the clean edges. “you always have so fuckin’ many at your gates, in gambit. and they don’t even ask questions? every risen i get in contact with is always, like, ‘oh, you’re a child.’ and ‘hey don’t use that word; you’re, like, three years old.’ and my personal favorite, ‘did you just shoot me?’ it’s a mess, man.”

a huff. leah reaches over, and gently begins to fiddle with the fluff of his shoulderpads. 

“you know how risen can be.”

[fireteam-silent]

Closed starter for @fiirecracker

There were times where Forget-Me-Not was focused on her experiments and Khalom was off to Traveler knows where. That didn’t mean Artemis took time off. She went off on her own, usually on patrols that didn’t need a full fireteam to complete. It was good for her, too. She loved Notts and Khalom dearly, but even the team-playing Titan needed time alone. And, when she was on her own, no one could get mad at her for stopping at every cool bug she saw, such as this female Platerodrilus, or trilobite beetle.

She technically still had more patrolling to do, making sure the Hive weren’t encroaching in this area again, but she was nearly done, and this little gal was fascinating! Apollo, equally enthralled, bobbed beside her. As tempted as she was to take the Platerodrilus home, Artemis knew she belonged out here. She did take several pictures on her datapad though. Her kids with the bug catching camp were going to love this!

She was so engrossed by the little beetle that she almost didn’t notice the movement on her HUD, something very fast. She did hear it, however, crashing through the trees. A chase?

Artemis was up and moving before Apollo finished de-compiling the datapad and herself. She was not a fast Titan, typically, but when she needed to she hauled ass. She tromped through the forest in the direction her HUD indicated, and soon she could hear the telltale signs of a Hive Shredder firing. If someone got hurt because she had been distracted...

She burst out of the brush with her Burning Maul in clanging to life between her hands, and sent one Acolyte flying with a solid WHACK! Not on her watch!

[exilegend]

@fiirecracker asked

❝ you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely. ❞ // from rohan <3

osiris isn't so sure he'd describe himself as tender. pragmatic, certainly. heavy hearted, of course. but tender? rohan isn't the first to do so, saint has as well. still it catches him off guard. perhaps they both see something he cannot. or: they see what he does not allow others to see. he so easily sequesters his thoughts and feelings away.

" i'm uncertain i would ever call myself tender hearted, " he admits as he sets his tea aside. (he made enough for the both of them, of course.)

" you have yet to fail in surprising me with the words you offer, aarush. "

[warcost]

@fiirecracker / for julia

recognition.

it is a feeling he often has whenever he's out and about the city, like he has walked the streets a million times. or when he stares long and hard at vanguard feeds. and this is no exception. only... it feels more raw, somehow. closer to his heart.

(did he know those people? was he perhaps a guardian before? who'd lost his ghost in the red war? he feels like he'd remember something that. but then he feels like he'd remember everything before.)

riad did not mean to drop his basket of groceries, and he certainly didn't mean to gasp out loud. " i know you... "

[hisslord]

Vaggie groans. Why the hell did Angel thought it was a good idea to stick her with a bad influence like Cherri Bomb?

"Fiiine, but only because I don't feel like seeing that stupid pendejo Alastor right now!"

@hisslord || Cont.

❝ Yeeeaaahhh no , sorry babe . Doing military drills and filing paperwork doesn’t constitute as fun . Lemme take you away from this place for a lil’ bit , let you spread your wings . ❞

[thvndersnow]

❛  stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜ // bran @ iiksiiks

iiksiiks settles down next to bran in the nest that had been provided for her, half-turning to fix some of the blankets and rags along the edges. it has been a few weeks since the lightbearer was brought aboard, and both the captain and his crew are beginning to warm up to her. bran is not the sort of person that causes trouble – much more likely to fawn than ever attempt to bow up to anyone else. this has been both boon and bain. but regardless of any shortcomings it might have, iiksiiks was… fond. and he was always ready to show her gentleness.

“i am here, bran,” he murmurs, offering out a hand. “i won’t leave.”

[lepiidopterophobia]

I MAY END UP HAVING TO MOVE SAV ONTO MY MULTI ( @fiirecracker ) JUST BC MAN. MAN HORSE ON BEACH. i used to be able to run 400 blogs but now im like.... perhaps one IS easier.