#general rynn

[mafiaamongstus]

The people have spoken (it's me I'm the people). They want a musical adaptation of this storyline. What is everyone's vocal range classification and what are they singing about in their main song?

WOOO ALRIGHT SO!!!

Vocal Range Classifications:

Olo: Baritone

Rouvan: Bass

Rynn: Mezzo Soprano

Joris: Alto

Odil: Alto

Jitil: Tenor

Kyle: Tenor

Main Song Topic:

Olo: honor and duty, something like Seize the Day from Newsies but instead of whimsical newsboys its government agents

Rouvan: probably has the mentor song, smth like History has its Eyes on You (Hamilton) or Or he just has his own song about life in the medical wing dealing with idiots.

Rynn: the dreamer song maybe, about like, what she'd do if she didnt have to deal with the Wall gunning for her. Along the lines of like, Santa Fe (Prologue) from Newsies or something like that

Joris: The fact that she's secretly an imposter, and dealing with the fact that she's hiding from everyone but wanting to connect with them because being a solo Kinling is utterly BRUTAL. Maybe like Waving Through a Window from Dear, Evan Hansen or Dead Mom from Beetlejuice.

Odil and Jitil definitely have like a shared song, and its probably like, the motivational song of the musical. Them hyping everyone else up. Maybe along the lines of The World Will Know or Once and For All from Newsies.

Kyle absolutely has the introductory song where he tells you a little bit about everyone else. Think Alexander Hamilton (from hamilton) or like, Ex-Wives from Six

[rivilu]

Rynn 'Rook' Thorne, Rogue Warden, T-swag haver and general menace

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[vodika-vibes]

Here Comes The General

Summary: Scorch is not having a good time. Sev is missing and presumed dead. Boss is on Coruscant. Fixer is on Naboo. And he’s here, playing flying monkey for a man he’s been planning on killing since the day they met. Unfortunately for Scorch, Hemlock has well and truly bound his hands.

Pairing: Clone Commando Scorch x General Rynn (OFC), mentions of Delta Squad x OFC

Word Count: 1218

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @kimiheartblade @mire-draws-things

A/N: I have Rynn on the mind, so you get a Rynn and Scorch story. Wherein I fix what happened to Scorch at the end of TBB. Yes, I have requests, but I need a break from requests for a little bit. Sorry.

Scorch slams his fist against the panel next to the stark metal door separating him from Rynn. He only gets an hour each week to spend time with her, and he knows he should be grateful, but he’s not.

Every time he comes to see his Rynn, he leaves angrier.

The door slides open, and she looks up, a small smile crossing her pretty face, though it does little to draw his attention away from the stark bruises marring her face and arms.

“Scorch,” She still smiles when she sees him, and his heart swoops affectionately. 

“Rynn,” He steps into the room, and the door slams shut behind him, not that he minds in the slightest. Scorch tugs off his gloves and tosses them to the side, along with his helmet, as Rynn stands and steps towards him.

His hands immediately move to cup her face, gently tilting her head so that he’s able to examine the dark brown bruises better, “I’m okay,” She reassures.

“They hit you.”

“Hemlock hit me,” She corrects, her own hands coming up to press against his cheeks, “You’ve lost weight.”

“Yeah, well—” Scorch scoffs, “It’s not like anyone here cares about the health of a clone.”

“Oh, Scorch,” She sounds so heartbroken that Scorch wants to cry.

He smiles at her, and leans in to press his forehead against hers, “There’s no need to say my name like that.”

“You deserve better,”

“We both deserve better,” He corrects quietly. Scorch moves his hand so that it’s brushing through her short hair, “I tried to talk Emerie into letting you have a headscarf, cyare. But they won’t allow it.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” He brushes his lips against a bruise, gently enough that she doesn’t even flinch, “Your religion is a huge part of who you are.”

“My religion is more than a headscarf, Scorch.” Her voice is soft, “My religion is just as strong here in prison as it was on the Nightwing. Stronger, even.”

He sighs softly, “I know that. I do. It just feels wrong.”

“Well, they don’t exactly have the moral high ground here, no.” She replies with a small smile.

Scorch’s fingers move to the collar around her neck, thick and clunky, with a flashing red light on the front, indicating that the bomb is active. “I wish…”

“I know, Scorch. It’s going to be okay.”

“How do you know?”

“Because,” She stands on her toes and glides her lips against his, “I have faith. Faith enough for the both of us.”

“But…Sev—”

“Is alive. I know. And Boss and Fixer are just playing by the rules until we can be together again. This bomb,” She taps the collar with a short fingernail, “ensures the cooperation not only of you, my love.”

Scorch makes a face, “When we reunite, I’m not going to be allowed to touch you for days.” He bitches quietly, “I can already hear Fixer saying ‘Well, you had her all to yourself for months, so deal with it’.”

She laughs softly and presses her forehead against his chest.

Slowly, he smoothes his hand down her back, but before he can say anything, the cell door slams open, and he sighs quietly, “Times up.”

“Just for now, Scorch.” She lightly pulls herself from his embrace, and she walks over to pick up his gloves and helmet, “Back to work.”

“Back to slavery, you mean.” Still, Scorch slowly pulls his gear back on, until he’s fully kitted out again. 

Rynn smiles at him. Soft, warm, and loving, and he rolls his shoulders. It’s all for her. He will do anything to keep her safe and alive, even if it means working with the enemy. 

“Love you, Rynn.”

“Love you too, Scorch. I’ll see you in a week.”

He turns on his heel and heads out the open cell door. “Yeah.” It’s not enough. It will never be enough. But he’ll make do. He has to.

Scorch watches, amused, as his younger brothers from Clone Force 99 raid Mount Taniss. He watches as Hemlock confronts them, and he watches the oldest of them…Hunter, he believes his name is, punches Hemlock.

And then something interesting happens.

A small device, roughly the size of his palm, falls out of Hemlock’s pocket and slides across the floor.

Hemlock scrambles for the device, but Scorch gets there first. He picks up the device and examines it, uncaring of the blasters aimed at him from his younger brothers.

“Scorch!” Hemlock shouts, “Return that at once!”

He knows what this device is. This is the device that controls the bomb around Rynn’s neck. He’s seen it enough times to recognize it on sight.

Scorch meets Hemlock’s gaze, and quickly destroys the device before dropping the pieces on the floor.

“You—”

Scorch doesn’t allow him to finish as he curls his hand into a fist and slams all of his weight into the punch. Hemlock staggers back, his hand flying to his face. Scorch doesn’t think twice before shooting Hemlock twice in the head.

Execution style, Rynn used to call it.

His younger brothers hesitate and lower their weapons, “I thought you were working with him,” One of them, the one with goggles, says accusingly.

“Believe it or not, vod’ika, there are many ways to force someone to do something,” Scorch absently examines his blaster, “ways that have nothing to do with the damn chip they put in our heads.”

“So nothing has forced you to work for him?” The biggest member of the squad demands.

“Did I say that?” Scorch turns his head when there’s a rumble and the ground splits open on the other side of the room. He straightens and pulls his helmet off, hooking it to his belt, as Rynn lifts herself out of the hole she made.

She lowers herself to the ground and looks around for a moment, a bright smile crossing her face as she sees Scorch, “Have you seen my lightsaber?”

“Fraid they destroyed it, cyare.”

“Well, that’s rude of them. I guess I’ll have to make do with my spare.” She steps around some broken pieces of metal and allows Scorch to swing her into his arms, and press a light kiss against her lips.

“The Empire and rudeness go hand in hand, cyare. You should do something about that.”

Her smile is vibrant, “Oh, I intend to. As soon as I have all of my boys back. I assume the Nightwing is here somewhere?”

“Hidden. Safe and sound. Just like you ordered.”

She beams at him and presses her hands against his cheeks, “You follow my orders so well!”

“When I want to.”

“Of course.” Her smile softens, “Let’s get out of here, hm? We need to get to Sev.”

“Yes ma’am,” Scorch sets her down and motions towards the exit, allowing Rynn to take the lead. He pauses before he leaves and sends a comm code to Tech, “Here. It’ll connect you to the Nightwing. If you should need it for any reason.”

And then he’s gone too, following Rynn out the hanger door.

Scorch has no idea what comes next. Though, based on the small smile on Rynn’s face, she not only has an idea, she even knows how to pull it off. They just need the rest of their family back.

[rosethornewrites]

T & G reading since 5/12

Finished

Teen:

I’d Be Home With You, by thunderwear

“And if I steal her away?”

“Then we figure it out together.”

What if Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze took Madame Lan and her children from Cloud Recesses to live happily ever after?

Something Warm and Safe, by Winxhelina (6 chapters)

"Rich-gege!" A-Yuan exclaims happily.

"You can't call him that," Wei Wuxian admonishes gently. He puts an arm around Lan Wangji just as his knees give out, "Hey! I'm holding a child, you can't pass out on me like that. Oh. Oh, your back is covered in blood. Is that - is that your blood, Lan Zhan?!"

"Mn."

"Oh. Oh, you're bleeding a lot! Hold on! I'm putting A-Yuan down. A-Yuan, walk on your own for a bit. Can you also hold the basket for me? You're so mature and responsible! Okay, Lan Zhan, stay with me. I've got you."

"Is Rich-gege hurt?"

Lan Wangji doesn't hear the rest of that conversation.

In which Granny Wen manages to convince Wei Wuxian to take A-Yuan and hide away from the world. Lan Wangji manages to find them.

As good as, by apathyinreverie (🔒)

Cangse Sanren would be disappointed.

(Where LQR, right smack in the middle of the war, realizes that WWX doesn’t have a Core. He promptly enlists his own pining nephew in ensuring that, after winning the war for them, WWX is going to end up with GL instead of YJ. He owes that much to Cangse Sanren.)

Survival, by snowberryrose

In which MengYao worked for the Wens

Or: both Wen Qing and MengYao are survivors

Preparing the Soil, by Rynne (3 chapters)

When Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian return to spend the first winter after their marriage in the Cloud Recesses, Wangji is forced to grapple with his uncle's resistance to accepting his new husband fully into the clan. At the heart of this conflict is Lan Qiren's rule forbidding talking to Wei Wuxian. How can Wangji make the Cloud Recesses a more welcoming place for his husband when what he fights now is his uncle's stubbornness?

General:

Now it's just too late to turn around, by kokozy

Cloud Recesses had never truly felt like home to him; Lan Yuan's home was wherever Hanguang-Jun was and sadly, Cloud Recesses was not Hanguang-Jun's home either.

as long as, by Rosylla (🔒, 2nd in a series)

Sleepy Wei Ying is the closest thing to a drunk Wei Ying that Lan Wangji can get.

Fix What We Can, by Kestral

Wei Wuxian shook him gently, feeling like an actor reading from a script. “Jiang Cheng, you need to wake up so you can eat.”

“Fuck off.”

“If you don’t get up and eat, you won’t be strong enough for a new core.”

Jiang Cheng went stiff beneath his hand.

“That’s right,” he said, feeling dread pool in his stomach. “I said ‘new core.’”

He laboriously pushed himself upright. The look of hope on his face was painful. “There’s a way?”

“Yes, but I won’t say any more about it until after you’ve eaten.”

When he had twice emptied his bowl, he turned his focus onto Wei Wuxian. His eyes were fierce, expectant, piercing.

It would be easier, to keep to the script. For a moment Wei Wuxian wavered in his resolve, but of all the names he deserved, coward was not among them.

He took a deep breath. “I want to give you my core.”

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji go back in time undo all the hurt. They fail.

‘cause it’s worth the sacrifice to finally be strong, by MichelleFeather

"Why does no one believe you both are in a relationship with each other?" he asked over dinner, Lan Huan not in attendance.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying shared a glance filled with years of that exact same question - along with the rage, anger, sadness, and acceptance that came with such a thought. Wei Ying swirled his drink around with his straw, the ice softly clinking against the clear glass.

"They don't believe us. That's the only conclusion we've ever been able to come to Uncle." he responded, hesitantly looking up at the elder.

"Uncle, you and the Wen siblings are the only people who believe Wei Ying and I are together, that we are married. Brother has always said we were best friends, soulmates, then immediately offered to arrange dates for me."

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Reverse trope: "instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren't actually dating"

Unfinished

Teen:

What Remains After the War, by Swan_Song

There is a child in the burial mounds.

Looking at the face of a sobbing toddler, crying for the man he once called brother, Jiang Wanyin he can’t find it in him to care that the boy has Wen blood.

He takes the boy home

When The Clock Strikes Four, by Enigmatree

In the end, in the very end, the dreams had come to this point. This Jiang Cheng had no one left. His mother had died to give him Zidian, his father had died to give him his title. His sect had died to gift him the glory of being the Sect Leader that had single-handedly resurrected the Jiang Sect. His sister wasn’t here and Wei Wuxian had given up his golden core and gone missing. Respect, achievements, a name, the Jiang Sect, immense strength, glory, a position where no one could ever again belittle him...

The Jiang Cheng in these dreams… he had attained everything Jiang Cheng had ever dreamed of having.

And now he had no one.

That was the damning point, wasn’t it?

(Whilst still in the Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng starts dreaming of the moments of a life that another Jiang Cheng had most regretted. He scrambles against the ever ticking clock to discover the things that might have become his greatest regrets, fix his own future, and find out why and how this is even happening to him. Thankfully, he has some help.)

General:

the sea meets the moon-blanched land, by rkivees

“I'm sorry, Lan Zhan.”

“This is in no way Wei Ying's fault.” He shook his head, eyes focused on Wei Wuxian's face when he said it.

“I could've helped you earlier.”

“You were worried about the ones who could not protect themselves.” His voice was deep and sober, “Like the promise we made 10 years ago.”

or, wei wuxian leaves lotus pier right after their classes in cloud recesses and that's when he finds himself

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me, by xxxMiaHikarixxx

Lan Wangji is bedridden after receiving the thirty-three strikes as his punishment. He has just been informed of Wei Ying's death. He is convinced he'll never see his beloved again and his soul mourns the loss of him. But something happens in the Jingshi that forces Lan Wangji back to the past, almost three years before Wei Ying visits Cloud Recesses. Lan Wangji is determined to change the past and make sure his beloved is safe and treated with the respect he deserves this time.

[fragmentedfrats]

Hi there ! I’m looking to get some details to help an existing alter that doesn’t have much form better, level 3 template would be nice if possible

They have no name but generally go by a title of The Tailor, names would be appreciated though, masc to neutral in gender/presentation, generally feels like a soft brown and white aesthetic as well as being related to tailors in general

Thank you in advance 🪭

┄ Notice﹕Headmate will likely not turn out exactly as desired or described in the template.

┄ Name(s)﹕Cash, Clay, Aizen, Cinna, Apollo, Sylan, Rynn, Keith, Taylor (ofc),

┄ Age﹕27

┄ Pronouns﹕He/him, they/them, vae/vaer, hy/hym, thae/thaer, no pronouns / name pronouns

┄ Gender(s)﹕Noylike https://www.pinterest.com/pin/652177589825478050/, panmasculine https://www.pinterest.com/pin/322218548359550880/, mxsculine https://www.pinterest.com/pin/42080577764680234/, nonbinary man https://www.pinterest.com/pin/263742121922272429/

┄ Species﹕Human

┄ Personality﹕The Tailor is primarily a level-headed person-, not exactly showing the most emotion, either. But this doesn't make them cold by any means. They are fond of people, and definitely show it through words of encouragement and some smiles. They're open to hearing what other people have to say about them, and is all for self-reflection. But even then, they can definitely be a bit stubborn- when they have an opinion, they tend to very firmly stick to it. It's not easy to change their mind about certain things, especially if they came to a conclusion by themself. On the topic of appearance, they're certainly picky about it- ESPECIALLY their clothes (what do you mean you don't like the outfit they picked out? Do you even want them at that point??). Although they generally strive to be respectful towards others, they can still be rude, and this especially goes for judgement They're not the most afraid to speak their mind about someone if they don't like them.

┄ Role(s)﹕Ferryman https://pluralpedia.org/w/Ferryman, receptionist https://pluralpedia.org/w/Receptionist, hygienist https://pluralpedia.org/w/Hygienist,

┄ Sign-off emoji(s)﹕🪡🦉

┄ Likes & dislikes﹕Fashion, crazy self-expression, cleaning, cloudy and rainy weather, sculptures, museums, stories, paper crafts, candles, sudoku, folklore, musicals, runway shows, nature. Reptiles, PDA, germs, tattoos, having pictures taken of them, gossip, parties, riddles, repeated sounds (such as clocks ticking).

┄ Front triggers﹕Having to pick out an outfit for the day, modeling shows, distress over the body's appearance, live music playing such as bands, paintings / being surrounded by them, calm atmospheres, the body being dirty / an injury needing to be cared for, their friends being disrespected or getting into an argument, someone they care about being visibly upset.

┄ "Birthday"﹕July 8th

┄ Hobbies﹕Sketching, conjuring outfit ideas, mixing and matching, reading, collecting, researching history, storytelling, watching documentaries, bird watching, make-up art.

┄ Habits﹕Constantly fidgeting and checking their outfit, running a hand through their hair, biting their lip, tapping their shoe against the floor, not looking at whoever they're talking to- even if they're paying attention, ending their sentence with a question mark when it's not even a question, unnecessary / exaggerated throat clearing, clicks their tongue randomly, snapping their fingers to get people's attention, rocking back and forth on their heels when standing.

┄ Aesthetics﹕

┄ Notes﹕Tired tired tired…… If you want something else, don't be afraid to ask. Might not be the highest quality since we're a bit foggy right now.

[pikapeppa]

OC Name Meanings

Thank you so much for the tag @elveny! Your answers were so good and thoughtful that I feel like mine are going to be so dumb in comparison LMAO.

Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OC’s name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

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All right [cracks knuckles] I'll start from the top.

Mass Effect (original trilogy): Commander Adriana Shepard. I named her after my husband because he introduced me to the game. NOT VERY ORIGINAL, but named with love? 🤣

Mass Effect Andromeda: Mara Ryder. I honestly cannot remember why I chose this name for her. Vibes, probably? I often just pick a name that "feels" right...

Dragon Age Inquisition: okay, I made up sooo many fucking Lavellans, and when I first started writing, most of them were just named after Game of Thrones characters. This includes Elia, Arya, and Lyanna.

(By now, you may have noticed that all my OCs have names ending in "a". I do like names ending in "a." I am consistent that way. 😂)

Athera Lavellan is the DA:I OC whose name is the most thought-out. I borrowed it from FenxShiral's Elvhen book of names, and it means 'part of a dream', which thematically tied into her romance with Abelas.

But then there's Tamaris, which is another name that I chose because of vibes (it "felt right"). I will admit that I know someone named Tamaris and I love the name, but I was also surprised to find that this is coincidentally a name from FenxShiral's name dictionary - a fact that I used in my fic of her and Felassan.

Dragon Age 2: Rynne Hawke. Her name was also chosen for vibes; 'Rynne' struck me as a kind of fun, playful name. I think in-world, she is named after a great-aunt. (It's been a while since I revisited her, I think this is the lore. 🤣)

Dragon Age Origins: Yara Mahariel. BACK TO THE TRIED AND TRUE METHOD OF USING GAME OF THRONES NAMES. 🤣💀

Baldur's Gate 3: my main Tav is Eilaena Valderol, aka Brynn Bladetongue. THIS WAS THE NAME I THOUGHT ABOUT THE MOST. Her birth name, Eilaena, is a drow name broadly inspired by the goddess Eilistraee. Her last name is her mother's name, which I used a D&D name generator to come up with. Her criminal alias, Brynn , was borrowed from an adventurer she admired who was a regular at the theater-tavern where she grew up. 'Bladetongue' is a stagename-like surname that she came up with; in her words, it's masturbatory (flattering herself for her silver tongue), and she likes the alliteration. She's half-wood elf/half-drow, and she purposely gave herself a human-sounding alias to fuck with people LOL.

My other BG3 OC is Tavanah. I liked the idea of using the default "non-special" name of 'Tav', but making it special by having her romance, Rolan, be the only one who calls her by her full name.

Tagging forward: once again, to genuinely anyone who wants to play!!! But let's start with @seabirdsong @iamcayc @novarunestone @elinorbard @crackinglamb @johaerys-writes @alyssalenko @vorchagirl @hollyand-writes

[greyspot17]

Neyo Grey

1. Basic Information

Full Name: Neyo Pablo Grey

Species/Race: Miriallan

Birth: 199 BBY

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/ Him

Height: 5’9

Weight: 140 lb

Build: climbers build

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

2. Appearance

General Description:

Green Skin, lean muscular, freckles, friendly

Distinctive Features:

Tattoo strips across the face, tattoos across the body

Typical Clothing/Outfit:

Adepti personal Robes, Jedi Robes, Clone armor

Weapons/Tools:

2 Yellow Adepti lightsabers

3. Personality

Overview:

Typical stoner, friendly, IDGF attitude, down to earth

Likes:

Likes to draw, build ship models, write stories, hoverboard, take care of plants, play with animals

Dislikes:

Doesn’t like being alone, hates pick me’s, doesn't like attention

Strengths:

Zoology, art, botany

Weaknesses:

Social interactions, keeping emotions in line

Goals and Motivations:

Guiding His Tyro

With Rynn Vossk as his Tyro, he sees guiding and protecting Rynn as part of his path to redemption, channeling his protective instincts into teaching and caring for his apprentice.

Mastering Control Over His Powers

To avoid losing control again and protect those he cares about, Neyo aims to master his powers and emotions fully.

Strengthening Bonds with His Allies

Neyo wants to build stronger relationships with his friends, family, and Adepti companions, ensuring they know they can rely on him as much as he relies on them.

Building a Safe Haven

Inspired by his bond with nature, he aims to create a sanctuary for his loved ones to feel safe, surrounded by the plants and animals he’s bonded with.

Protecting His Home Planet

Feeling connected to his origins, he wants to ensure Buyoi's safety and well-being by defending its people, plants, and animals from potential threats.

Facing His Past Mistakes

To truly protect those around him, he has a personal goal of confronting the fear and anger that led him to the Dark Side in the first place, determined to ensure it won’t threaten others again.

Quirks/Habits:

Overly Punctual

Neyo shows up way too early, sometimes hours before he’s supposed to be somewhere. It’s his way of calming his nerves, but he sometimes throws others off.

Awkward Small Talk

He struggles with conversations, especially with people he doesn’t know well. He blurts out random facts about animals or plants to keep the conversation going.

Odd Collections

He has a collection of random items he finds attractive, like rocks, plant clippings, or small ship parts. He’s attached to them and can even get defensive if someone messes with his "collection."

Fidgets with Items

When he’s nervous, he’ll pull out a small item from his collection, like a stone or leaf, and fiddle with it. It helps ground him during uncomfortable social moments.

Obsessive with Timeliness

He’s not just early—he’ll check the time obsessively, often confirming plans multiple times to ensure he won’t be late.

Always Has a Notebook

Neyo carries a small notebook where he doodles, writes notes, and sketches animals or plants he finds. It’s part collection and part creative outlet.

Talks to Animals and Plants

His bond with nature is so strong that he’ll casually talk to animals or plants as if they can understand him—and he believes they can.

Over-Preparedness

Because he’s always early, he’s usually packed with random useful items—like a first-aid kit, snacks, or spare tools—which he shares with others.

Random Awkward Laughs

When a situation becomes too silent or awkward, he’ll laugh randomly to break the tension, though it usually just makes things weirder.

Unintentional Staring

Sometimes, while thinking or zoning out, he’ll accidentally stare at people, not realizing how intense he looks until they say something.

4. Background

Origin Story/Background:

Neyo Grey was born on Buyoi prime. He was given to the Jedi temple on Coruscant and was assigned to a master. On a mission, neyo lost control and used the dark side. In a moment of fear, his master put him in stasis to keep him from hurting anyone. A week later, his master dies in a battle against the Nihl, and Neyo is forgotten.

Key Relationships:

Dates, then Marries Seb Gratis

Krim-Fu was his old Jedi Master

Egan Gupta becomes master

Rynn Vossk is his Tyro

5. Skills and Abilities

Combat Skills:

Jar’Kai (dual lightsabers)

Special Abilities/Powers:

Plant Surge

 Let Him manipulate plants, making them grow faster, move, or even attack.

Animal Bond

Allows Neyo to connect with animals, calming or controlling them.

Force Light

He purges the dark side’s corruption from nature or even heals the land.

Weather manipulation

He could alter the weather, causing storms or lightning strikes.

Telepathy with Ecosystem

His heightened connection lets him feel the pulse of entire ecosystems, sensing when something’s wrong or when life is out of balance.

Weaknesses/Limits:

Emotional Instability

He struggles to keep his emotions in check, especially after the trauma of being abandoned and forgotten. This makes him prone to losing control, especially under stress.

Social Awkwardness

Neyo's IDGF attitude and awkwardness make him struggle in social settings, especially when he has to express his feelings or connect deeply with others.

Fear of Abandonment

Being forgotten by the Jedi and left in stasis makes him afraid of being alone again, which could make him clingy or hesitant to trust others fully.

Overreliance on Powers

His Force abilities with plants and animals are powerful but can become a crutch, making him weaker or less prepared when those powers aren't helpful.

Conflict Avoidance

Neyo’s chill personality and desire to avoid drama might mean he hesitates or withdraws instead of confronting challenging situations, which could lead to unresolved conflicts or even dangerous situations.

Attachment to Friends and Family

Enemies could exploit his strong motivation to protect loved ones by manipulating him by threatening or harming those he cares about.

Low Patience for Attention-Seekers

He has little tolerance for "pick me" behavior, which might make him seem harsh or dismissive in situations where patience is needed.

Struggles with Authority

Due to his IDGF attitude, he might have trouble following orders or respecting authority figures, which can lead to clashes in a structured setting like the Jedi Order.

Tendency to Be Distracted

His laid-back, stoner-like personality might mean he gets easily distracted, especially when he’s supposed to be focusing on something severe or strategic.

6. Additional Notes

Songs that fit the character

Champagne Coast - Blood Orange

Family status

Mom, younger sister, older sister

Hobbies

Drawing

Painting

Ceramics

Reading

Hoverboarding

Climbing

Favorite Color

turquoise

Sound of voice

Not deep but not high

A quote that represents the character

“It was affection that held us together” (Victor, Arcane S2)

Favorite food

Zuvuyan Sushi

Coffee or Tea person

Tea

Favorite season

Fall

Early bird or night owl

Night Owl, but also a morning person 

Sexuality

bisexual

Nickname

Pablo

Greatest desire

To be wanted

Languages spoken

Buyibuyi, Galactic Basic, Cheunh

[meancaroline]

Alien Protector’s Mate: Fated Mates of the Winged Barbarians Book 1, by Melissa Emerald

Ratings:

GoodReads Rating: 3.87 ⭐️

My Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Spice: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Purchasing:

On Kindle Unlimited?: Yes

Kindle E-book: $4.99

Paperback: $12.99

Review:

When Serena wakes up in an alien spaceship, she doesn't expect things to get even more difficult. But after she and a group of women are bought, and subsequently stranded and separated on another alien world, that's exactly what happens. Lost and alone in the jungles of this strange new world, she nearly meets her end. Until she is saved by Rynn, the High Spear of his tribe of Trixikka, a species of winged, tailed humanoid aliens. To further complicate matters, Rynn's heart-stars alight shortly after meeting Serena: she is his Goddesses given mate.

Will Serena be able to find the other missing women on this dangerous planet? Will she be able to come to terms with Rynn's devotion to her, and her own rising attraction to him? Or will she reject their Goddess-given bond for the chance to return to the world she was taken from?

While there are many stories that explore the meeting/ mating of humans and aliens, Alien Protector's Mate offers something I haven't seen in this type of story before: a mystery. Throughout the book Emerald drops little clues to try and answer the question, "What happened to the female Trixikka?" Serena is the first female Rynn has seen, the first female any Trixikka has seen in generations, their own females sequestered away in their tribe's temple, never stepping foot outside. And while I have my own theory about the actual goings on with the temple and its females, this is not a central part of the story. The book instead focuses on the feelings surrounding Serena and Rynn, the finding of the other missing women, and whether-or-not any other Trixikka males heart-stars will alight, signifying their mate-having status.

And I do not mind that the mystery of the Trixikka females takes a back seat to the main plot. Serena doesn't seem like the type to dig in to this sort of thing, and Rynn, having grown up with those facts, wouldn't think to question them. Additionally, this is the first book of the series, hopefully there are more clues and explanations in the book(s) to follow.

Another thing this book tackles well: virginity. Every single male in this book is two things: an alien, and a virgin.

Emerald is quick to point this out about Rynn and the Trixikka, but is even quicker to avoid the tropes that most writers bring to the topic. Emerald, and by extension, her characters, are nothing but respectful towards the virginity of the Trixikka. There are moments where the "innocence" of the characters is brought about for laughs, but the laughter is not cruel. The jokes are not at the expense of the characters inexperience, but instead about the misunderstanding of words familiar to us, the reader, and Serena. These scenes, by the way, are excellent. This book contains some of funniest sex writing I have ever read! No one is shamed or blamed, and everyone walks/flys away satisfied.

Alien Protector's Mate: Fated Mates of the Winged Barbarians is a fun, deceptively complicated read. If you are looking for a romance that is all at once respectful, otherworldly, and unabashedly sincere, this one is for you! If you do read it, feel free to leave your thoughts about where the backburner mystery will take us!

Originally posted on Lemon8 11/05/2023

[uncelebratedjuvenescence]

Generational trauma is something each of the main characters go through both emotionally and physically

But like being the next runner ups as magical guardians on top of it….

Rynn wants to be someone her mom can be proud of

Celeste’s mom is crazy overprotective

MJ’s mom is extremely negligent a

And Rouge’s aunt is the most well adjusted yet doesn’t talk about Rouge’s parents

[minutiaewriter]

Happy WBW, lovely! Not sure why, but today I'm asking about fashion?? What does the fashion-- I'm talking high, street, or anything else-- look like in your world(s)?

Thanks Tori! I’m glad you are because that’s honestly one of my favorite worldbuilding aspects <3

This will just be a general overview of the fashion typically seen in Hera because you’ve sent in an ask regarding a topic I could write an entirely separate novel on, lol. I’ll try to be brief.

The fashion in Hera looks like a combination of mostly East Asian inspired looks (anything from Rynn’s everyday tunic to Emperor Dusek’s sprawling embroidered silk robes [the wardrobes of royalty in Hera are almost entirely made up of traditional Asian clothing and jewelry]), with a bit of Baroque and 1800s flair thrown in (Kilderan’s and Yojackson’s blouses and Kilderan’s general style) But also typical sci fi clothing (Kilderan’s long black coat, Yojackson’s and Aome’s clothing) The clothing and fashion is as diverse as the races and species present in the world. I’ll leave some pictures below to give some examples:

And don’t even get me started on jewelry. I use jewelry and gemstones as motifs and symbolism all the time, these have been some of my inspirations pulled directly from the emperor’s wardrobe:

Thanks again for the ask Tori 💚 and definitely expect more on this in the future because I could go on about Hera’s fashion trends all day

[mafiaamongstus]

We've been trying to reach you concerning your Skeld's extended warranty. You should've received a notice in the mail about your ship's extended warranty eligibility. Since we've not gotten a response, we're giving you a final courtesy call before we close out your file. Press 2 to be removed and placed on our do-not-call list. To speak to someone about possibly extending or reinstating your ship's warranty, press 1 to speak with a warranty specialist.

Private Kyle: GENERAL RYNNNNNN, SOMEONE PUT THE INFO INTO A SCAM SYSTEM AGAIN

General Rynn: I could have sworn I fixed that last week...

Private Kyle: Yeah well they put it into a new one, can you deal with it again?

General Rynn: Of course.

[spaghettithighs]

Continuing the theme: "Hey Stewboy, do you think you could make some MIDI tracks for my Doom Wad that parodies ancient alien conspiracy tropes?" Stuart Rynn, channeling the essence of divinity itself through General MIDI: "Alright"

japanese game dev in the 90s: hey dude can you make some music for our game about anime girls getting fucked sloppy style

guy who's about to push the PC-98 sound card to its absolute limit and create the most heartachingly beautiful music you've ever heard: Yeah okay

[sortyourlifeoutmate]

It was always very abstracted and imperfect and always allowed a lot of weirdness to live between the gaps, but I did find there to be something oddly comforting in the old BS and WS of older 40k. Because I find things like that comforting, apparently.

Specifically it was because both your standard Ork boy and your standard Space Marine both had WS4

Now, WS3 is like basic, the default. 3 was 'human standard' or just generally standard - 3 was just a guy who had been taught how to shoot. Guardsmen had BS3 and hit what they were shooting at half the time, and has S3 and T3 and so anything higher than a lasgun was basically a shoe-in to kill them. Fine.

So WS4 is like a step above a trained soldier. We're not into the really fancy territory of 5 yet (to say nothing of 6 or higher - the realm of GODS! This isn't WFB!) but we are at the level of Spacr Marines - that is to say, you know, super humans? Guys who spend literally decades training and honing their skills? Aspect Warriors also had WS4, remember.

And there you have Ork boys. Just mushroom lads out the ground, and they're there, equal odds to hit a Space Marine or a Striking Scorpion and equal odds that they won't be able to hit them back.

It's the mental image that gets me. How are they so good? Is it just a reckless aggression meaning they're good at hitting people and hard to hit back? Or is a slugga boy actually parrying someone? Use your imagination!

(To go back to that Rynn's World book, I enjoyed the description of both Warbosses who show up as basically being so fucking fast and strong no-one within arms reach stood a chance - that I can get behind!)

Anyway, we're long past it now. I am very much unsold on everyone having a flat to-hit chance just baked into their melee weapon but whatever. This is where we are.

[vodika-vibes]

Also, because I'm in a mood apparently, have some Jedi Knight Rynn and Scorch.

"General," Rynn ignores Scorch in favor of shooting at the commando droid that's doing its best to kill the pair of you.

"Generalll," Scorch drags the rank out obnoxiously, even as he flings a grenade over her shoulder and then shoves her down behind the rock. "Babe, this fight would be so much easier if you used your death stick."

Ryn shoots him an odd look, "You mean my lightsaber?"

"I know what I said." He tilts his helmet in a way that indicates that he's grinning at her, "So, why are you using a blaster."

"Because I don't wanna get too close to the droid."

Rynn sees his eyes narrow at her from behind his visor, "Babe. Where's your lightsaber."

"What are you? The lightsaber police?"

Scorch doesn't say anything for a moment, and then he swiftly reaches over to tug up the side of her long jacket, revealing an empty belt. "Rynn, where the kriff is your lightsaber?"

"Not here," Rynn counters with a petulant pout.

"Obviously. So where is it?" He leans closer to her and lifts his helmet just enough that he's able to look her in the eye, "Babe. Did you lose your lightsaber?"

"I didn't lose it! I...just don't know where I put it."

"That's the definition of lost, babe."

She pouts a little more, "It's fine. The others will be here soon. Probably. I'm sure Fixer has my lightsaber."

"I love you, but you're the world's biggest ditz sometimes." Scorch says with a sigh. He leans over and steals a kiss before he tugs his helmet back down. "Alright, time for us to hold the line."

[pyrepostings]

Whumptober Bonus Prompt: Finding Old Messages

Free Birds and Fiddlers

CW: not much, referenced past medical episode but nothing explicit, mostly a bit of worldbuilding.

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It took all day, but the group finally made it to tree cover, and soon after, the primary encampment was visible. Orders were given once everyone was inside the boarders, and most of the squad peeled off, to take of the horses and rest before tomorrow's next leg of the journey.

Kevin didn't realize how hard he was panting until they stopped, all of his focus for the last few hours was dedicated to keeping his seat. Of course, Julian would also notice right about now.

"I'm fine, Julian, really. I just haven't gone that far in one go for awhile."

"You're shaking. Here, Doni can take care of the horse, I can help you to the Medbay and Rynn can take a look at you-"

"And what's she going to find?" Kevin slid off the horse successfully, though missing a certain grace the other riders had in doing so. "I'm just tired. And the numbing is starting to wear off, is all. I don't suppose you kept my room tagged for me all this time?"

"No, that was reassigned about a year after you left. There are a pair of beds made up in the new recruits lodge for you and Quinn, which should be fine for the one night."

"Hm. I suppose I shouldn't really have expected anything different."

The pair ascended up to the wooden walkway that connected the tree-house encampment, out of easy reach of the monsters that would prowl below, giving the sentries time to engage threats should they come near. Kevin had forgotten the beauty in this particular view.

"On that note, there is something I want to show you, though it can wait until morning if you want to go straight to bed."

"Well, now, you're going to have to show me now."

The storage room opened with a creek. Kevin had almost forgotten how the massive trees swayed ever so slightly, and how much room could be carved out inside for shelves full of wooden boxes. Julian pulled one such large chest out from the nook where it was hiding. The leather covering over the latch was painted with a green clover.

"After you left, it did take me awhile to accept that you really weren't going to come back," Julian explained. "But eventually, I made a decision of practicality, and went through your room, and all your old things. Anything that wasn't yours necessarily, that just happened to be things you were using, were redistributed to new recruits, or added back to the general library. Everything else, I put in here. You can open it, it's all yours."

Kevin nodded, not sure what to feel. He knelt, and opened it. On the inside of the lid was a letter, more of a catalogue card. It read:

"The contents within are the personal effects of former Brazen combatant, Kevin "Scotty" O'Reilly. They are to be preserved until such a time as he claims them, direct confirmation of his death, or the date of presumed death, March 17, 1986, whichever comes first."

And truly, inside were several personal affects left behind. A blanket with repetitive and practicing designs sewn into it, a banner to hang on a wall melding past and present loyalties held together by childhood fervor and amateur stitch-work, his old journal and songbook, a violin. And sheathed at the bottom was a- no, both twin knives.

"You have both of them? I thought the one was lost to the ocean."

"mhm. I thought so too. But after I brought you back to camp in critical condition and there was nothing I could do but wait for you to wake up, I went back to where we were camped, packed up the site. While I was there I passed by the beach. Your knife was half buried in the sand, and I found my cloak snagged on a branch too."

Kevin nodded and clipped them to his harness.

"Are you mad, that I didn't tell you I found it?"

"No. I left the other one behind for practicality reasons unrelated to the fact it was half a set. It wouldn't have made much difference."

"You're welcome to peruse the library and take any books you had previously, and we can load this whole box onto the wagon if you would like."

"Alright, thank you. In the morning though. I'd like to go to bed now."

"Alright. I can escort you to it."

Masterlist

[gwydionae]

For the ask meme, 1, 6, 11!

1.) What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but, like, the original cartoon. XD Wasn't much of a "fandom", though, as it was just me and my friends liking the show, and I'd draw fanart, lol.

If we're going by the modern sense of the word, then Digimon. I drew fanart, wrote fanfiction, visited all the early 2000s fandom sites, got to know a few other like-minded individuals online (Rynn-sama, wherever you are now, I hope you're well!), etc. I was deeeeeeeep in that fandom! lol

...was a lot more fun back then before the wars between sub vs dub and season vs season became commonplace. (Same can be said for TMNT, come to think of it, lol.) Sigh...

6.) Favorite headcanon?

Oh this is hard... I've never been a big headcanon person as usually my brain is either "this is supported by canon so it's ok!" or "canon sucks anyway just ignore it!". ^_^;; Hmm...

Ok, I DO headcanon that after the Hokuto Cup (in Hikaru no Go), Hikaru finally tells Akira about Sai. I mean, it's just set up so perfectly with the way the manga ends, with Hikaru talking out loud about connecting the past and the future through his Go. With Sai so front and center on his mind during that arc, it feels like he'd want to talk about it after his match, and who else could he possibly do that with? There, that's definitely not supported by canon, but no one can disprove it either! XD

11.) Most unique merch you have for a fandom?

For something truly unique I'd go with this:

You'll note that this isn't really merch, per se. This is an educational magazine about art that I found in storage while at college. There is an entire essay about manga and the influence it has over adolescents in Japan (circa 2001). It discusses what manga is from a technical standpoint and why it might encourage children to make art. Hikaru no Go is used as a visual example despite never being referred to by name (the essay sites the specific Shounen Jump magazine the images come from instead, though it does at least mention Yumi Hotta and Takeshi Obata as the creators). I was just so excited to see my favorite manga covered in such a fashion, even if the topic was about manga in general. ...I don't remember if I just took it or if I asked first, but it was shoved in a cabinet with a bunch of other junk, so either way I'm sure it's fine. XD