#give me more aleta

[tazindrox]

“Close your eyes.” Taz gestured towards her eyes, watching until he was certain she had them shut tight.

A look of intrigue spread over her Visage’s features, with a fair amount of skepticism. “I swear if you jumpscare me with something I will bite you.” Aleta playfully threatened as she did what was asked of her.

“No, no, I learned my lesson the first time.” He took her hand and led his friend and fellow Dracthyr slowly up a small path, ensuring she didn’t trip on anything along the way before turning her back to the gate blocking their path. “Okay, remember how you always talked about having a place of your own, and surrounding it with flowers and other pretty things?” While the Dracthyr had been created strictly for war, it didn’t mean they never formed their own hopes and dreams, even while under the influence of the Oathbinder.

“...Yes…What did you do Taz?” 

“Well, now that I am making a good amount of gold, I wanted to give you something nice. Go ahead, open your eyes.” He nodded towards the gate after she did just that.

She slowly turned and opened the vine covered gate before her, stepping onto the rock path as she set her eyes on the small cottage before her. A glance was given back at Taz, as if asking for more of an explanation as to what was going on here.

“It’s yours. I had this built for you. You can plant whatever you want in the gardens, I already planted some hochenblume as I know they are your favorites. I left packets of seeds for many other types of flowers from all over Azeroth on the table inside, so you can look at the pictures and pick which ones you prefer. Or you can just plant all of them. Do whatever you want, this all belongs to you now.” He smiled, these days he was much better with controlling his Visage’s facial expressions.

Aleta didn’t speak at first, instead choosing to wander around and look at and touch everything. Inside appeared to be designed for a Dracthyr, everything was a little bit larger but would still work just fine if she chose to be in her Visage form. It was simple, but it was perfect. Fingertips brushed along the dozens of seed packets resting where he said they would be, and then atop the soft bedspread. They never used beds in the before times, and now this was all hers. 

Her eyes landed on a set of framed photos on the wall, they had both gone a little photograph crazy after discovering the goblin devices existed. There was a selfie of the both of them in their Visage form, then in their Dracthyr form, and a photo of them in their finest at Vixannya’s gallery opening. Neither really knew how to control their Visage expressions well at those times, which made the pictures all the more special - and kind of hilarious.

She turned to look at Taz who now stood in the doorway and immediately ran over and threw her arms around his neck, “I love it so much, thank you Taz.” A kiss was awkwardly placed upon his lips; it hadn’t been the first time, but clearly neither were accustomed to the action in their Visage forms. They both had assumed it to be a friendly gesture, but he was no longer certain his feelings were only friendly these days.

“I’m glad you love it. You deserve it, and you deserve to be happy.” She took his hand in hers and smiled warmly and lovingly, “I am.”

[littlealeta]

IF Review [Spoilers]

Long post! Scroll down for a TL;DR and Aleta Rewrites Version!

Story

The film has a creative premise and a heartwarming theme going for it and while it does have some heartfelt scenes, the script itself is a bit less than magical to say the least. The theme of imagination mixed with a story about growing up is a good message to explore, but it doesn't feel as solid as it could be. Despite some heartwarming and some entertainingly imaginative scenes (like the opening and the music sequence), it doesn't feel like the script does much with its theme or even enough with its concept. The film doesn't really get interesting until about an hour into the film. The first hour is more of a family drama that doesn't really fit into the story IMO. I think, personally, it seemed more like a normal coming-of-age story and it should've stayed that way instead of trying to make it depressing. Like, losing interest in imaginative play is normal pre-teen behavior, I don't think they necessarily should give her a backstory to make her more sympathetic.

I also think that maybe this story would've worked better as a tv series about Bea and Calvin helping these IFs find their friends.

Characters

While a few of the IFs like Blue, Mr. Enter, and Keith have funny and charming personas, everyone else just range from a little more than two-dimensional to one-dimensional.

Cal is such a loser. He has no personality, he pussies out over everything, like why is he the protagonist? Why can’t we just have one which is Bea? Like ok, he’s one of the long-running agencies of the IFs but he doesn’t really do much in the film that Bea couldn’t do. At best, make him a minor character or something. Why does he need to enlist a little girl’s help to reunite these IFs instead of doing it himself?

And Bea, while not near as bad of a character as Calvin, still felt like something was missing with her. After some thinking, I feel like that what she was missing was a solid character arc. Sure, they hinted at it in the beginning where she claims she’s not a kid anymore and that she’s not interested in play and fun anymore, but after she met the IFs, I feel like that whole arc was thrown out the window. I mean, it was a theme in the film, but I didn’t feel like she was going through the process of changing from that. It just kinda happened and the film pretended that her rejection of imagination and play just never happened.

The movie also never explains why Bea could see the IFs when spoiler alert, she actually had her own IF that she somehow couldn’t see at the end of the movie but she can throughout most of the movie.

As for some of the more likeable characters such as Blue and Keith, even they have some flaws that I should point out. Both Blue and Keith have annoying running jokes that got old after once.

Most of the jokes and dialogues also didn't land for me. Most of them felt like they were more aimed toward kids and just didn't have enough substance to resonate with adults. Like, a lot of the dialogue just feels pandering. And the jokes sometimes just feel drawn out or random.

I also need to point out that the L-O-V-E song with Bea and the teddy bear came off a bit sus to me. I guess it was supposed to be innocent, but the fact that they had a love song playing while they were holding hands made it come off a little sus and completely unnecessary in every way.

For added positives, the different animation styles used for the IFs are cool and the actors feel sincere and natural in their performances.

Overall/TL;DR

IF gets 5.5 bells out of 10.

On the surface, it's very well-acted and animated. Story-wise, it had some things going for it, but also felt like something was missing. It was marketed as a fun family-friendly film, but a lot of it meanders and includes some things that are unnecessarily melodramatic. It has its heart in the right place, but the characters didn't feel dynamic enough and the story was not tight enough for the themes to really hit as well as they should have. Some of the jokes are repetitive and the dialogue feels very dumbed down to its target audience. There was no explanation as to why Bea could see the IFs.

In an Aleta Rewrites version, a major thing I would fix is Bea's character arc and the beginning. I would’ve liked to see Bea at the beginning rejecting the IFs more and thinking they're just illusions. The film hints at her pushing people away, but it didn't feel like she actually was pushing anyone away, just was dismissive about the idea of being treated like a kid. Throughout the film, Bea becomes her more goofy, playful, imaginative self again like she was as a child. I would also make Bea's conflict at the beginning feel more tense, rather than just a vague hint toward her father having surgery that doesn't really hit until toward the end of the film. Why not make it less depressing and make it a light coming of age story about Bea struggling with school and her parents trying to cheer her up through imaginative play like they once did, which Bea rebuffs. It's nothing groundbreaking, sure, but I don't think they needed all this Wonder Park shit.

[lazlolullaby]

GOTG Holiday Special rewrite/subplot additions

(alt title: Damn, Yondu got a funeral and two follow ups and he was an a-hole of a dad, but Gamora was a core member, a love interest, and a mom and gets nothing??? Lemme fix that.)

Take this with a grain of salt, as with all fanworks, this is for me and i’m just sharing it with you. It’s also a messy rambling outline so. if you have more questions or ideas, message me or make your own post.

Stakar and Aleta Orgord, the Ravager Leaders, send a single helmeted person to hunt The Guardians down and give them a box. It should be easy, they just bought a new base.

It cuts to the Guardians on Knowhere, looking at at a message from the planet Zen-Whoberi. In-between Infinity War and Endgame, Rocket and Nebula were able to bury the Guardian!Gamora on Zen-Whoberi. Now that people were returned from the Blip, there were some arguments and Gamora’s remains now need to be moved. Peter is distraught, but he goes with Rocket and Groot to pick up the body.

Mantis, Drax and Nebula stay behind. Mantis, seeing how Peter is sad, checks a calendar. It’s almost Christmastime! She remembers in the time between Vol 2 to now that he does celebrate it. He usually does something small; a gift exchange, splurging on a good sit down meal. This year Mantis wants to go BIG.

Kraglin tries to talk her out of it, but Drax and Nebula back her up. Drax because now they have a Permanent Base in the form of Knowhere he’d like to make good memories. And Nebula also had been invited to the Stark’s Extended Family Christmas parties and wants a little more of that cheer.

In the background the helmeted person leaves the Box on Knowhere, it looks ominous but it’s soon lost and swept up in the Christmas planning. Nebula looks at it thoughtfully.

So now we have two running plots, one a somber grieving of Gamora and discussion of what she would have wanted. And one Christmastime with Aliens Mania. Decorating, discussing traditions, going to a gay bar and stealing Kevin Bacon.

Add in some details that Rocket remembering Lylla and his first family, that Groot also considered Guardian!Gamora his mother. Peter did go to the Stark funeral, but...emphasis on the implication that he’s been running for so long that he’s never slowed down to process that grief. Picking up her remains forces him to start thinking and that foreshadows in Vol 3 where he knows he can’t “fix” Feral!Gamora and he’s a bit of a mess.

It’s just a toss up if they steal Kevin Bacon before the others get back and Cosmo is the one to object to human trafficking. But Kevin calms down and celebrates with them.

Peter, Rocket and Groot come back to a highly decorated Knowhere with food and cheer and it’s just the thing to remind them of what they have now. Mantis tells him they are siblings and Peter is thrilled.

Groot opens the Ravager box for everyone - it’s fabric and leather with a new logo for the Guardians for them to make their own outfits. As a congratulations, a peace offering from the Ravagers.

Nebula gives Rocket the prosthetic arm. “How in the heck didja manage to get this?”

There’s a flashback with Bucky and Nebula. “I want the arm for my friend for Christmas. I don’t wish to harm you...much.” “Hey If I just give it it’s gonna look suspicious. So. Let’s make the fight look good.”

Nebula replies: “The Spirit of Christmas possessed me and gave me the strength not to kill him.”

After Kevin returns home, after the major gift giving and it winds down, they hold a second funeral for Gamora.

Her remains are burned like Yondu’s were and released outside of Knowhere to the song “Rubberband man”. The Ravager ships show up and throw some fireworks. Referencing her nearly dying in space with Peter in Vol 1 and the song she was singing in IW. In a way, she’s there with them at their new home, with her family.

Cut to credits.

end credits scene where Feral!Gamora was the helmeted person and was watching the funeral from afar. “This is a waste of time and resources. I’ve never even seen such foolish warriors. How did they even manage to save the galaxy?”

Nebula jumps in on the communication. “Twice. Even more if you look close enough.”

“I suppose I will have to take your word for it. It’s...good to talk to you again, sister. You were the one I hated least.” Gamora tips up her chin.

Nebula grunts and tips up her chin. “I understand if you don’t want to stay.”

“I suppose...it’s difficult. You’ve always been compared to me, and now - I feel as if I go back, I’ll be compared to myself.”

“Whoever you turn out to be. You will always be my sister.”

Gamora smiles and turns away.

[golden-web]

Well,” Dr. Fitz says as he stands up. “I’m going to miss you Finley. It’s been nice getting to know you.” He sniffles a bit before nodding and walking past me. I stick my hand out to stop him.

“You can’t get away from me that easily,” I say. I pull him into a gentle hug. “Thank you for all your help. I’ll miss you.” My shoulder feels a little wet as we pull away. He nods again and heads towards the door. “And then there was two.” I chuckle.

Dr Simmons gives a weak laugh. We walk in silence back to the room that won’t be mine anymore. The inevitable is so close. But it’s easier to exist in silence than to acknowledge it. I grab the last of my things and see to glance around the room one more time. I am not coming back here.

We get to the landing and launching pad. Just like any other time the Quinejet waits for us. We get on just like any other time. 45 minutes and I’ll never see Dr. Simmons again.

The tears flow freely as sobs rack my body as the plane takes off.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Dr. Simmons hiccups after a while. I feel her arm drape across my shoulders. “Saying good bye happens. But Aleta you know we are still here, rooting for you.”

“That’s what hurts,” I blubber. “You are still here and I don’t get to be with you any more. I know chapters in life end but it hurts.”

“I know. I don’t want to say good bye either. But Finley. You get a fresh start. You can leave your past behind.” I look at her know. Her brown eyes glossy with tears.

“But that means I leave you behind.”

“Oh,” she whispers. Silence envelopes us as we think. “You can keep our memories. It’s never good to completely forget where you came from.”

“Yea.” I pause trying to get my marbles in a row. “Thank you for everything. Words can’t tell you how much you’ve helped me through, everything. How much you mean to me. I don’t know how I could’ve survived without you.”

“Oh Finley… of course, and I know you would have found a way. You always have, and you always will.”

“I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“I will too.” With not much else to say you sit there. The five minute warning bings and we look at eachother. “You’ve grown so much.” She whispers.

She pulls me into on final hug. The plane lands and skids to a stop. The door opens up and finally we pull away.

“You have a gift Finley. Don’t waste it. You will be the best of all us.”

“And What if I’m not?”

“You are responsible enough, trust yourself.” Dr. Simmons insist. I nod. As I head out the door. “Keep going Finley, keep standing up to the world.”

[skylers-art]

Some sketches of Aleta Ogord from Guardians of the Galaxy I did!

[starshipsofstarlord]

Something Tender

Pairing | Elizabeth Olsen x reader

Summary | Promoting a movie with Lizzie is a relaxed and fun experience. And you could care less about the cameras that are in your face as you shamelessly stare at the woman.

Warnings | none, just fluff, and a suggestive comment.

Requested ☑️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

“Hello.” Her thin arms waved about in a flourish, causing you to roll your eyes at her dramatic and adorable tendencies. It was behaviour you were certainly used to, and you surely couldn’t get enough of it. But she was a clown, albeit, an insanely attractive one.

“Hi, I’m y/n y/l/n, and this is the insane actress that plays the most crazy character that I have ever been pledged to be on screen with.” A smile corrupted the sudden frown that fell on her face, before she laughed at your description.

“People also know me as Elizabeth Olsen, but this one thinks that I was programmed to take down the human race.” She swatted you with the stack of cards that were clasped in her sweet hands, causing you to inherently laugh and swoop back at her attempts of attack.

“So, today we are...” you dragged on, raising an eyebrow at Lizzie, prompting the blonde to continue your sentence, however she only marbleised you with a confused glare.

“Why’d you stop?” A smile remarked her mouth, watching as you exaggerated a sarcastic eye roll, directed promptly at her.

“I thought it’d be cute if you continued.” You whined inherently at her, causing her to laugh at your all consuming behaviour. “Never mind.” Disregarding the idea, you waved your hand, before making a statement aimed central at the camera. “Me and this fine lady here are doing a WIRED autocomplete interview, where we answer everything the internet wants to know about us.”

“Well, not everything...” a nervous laughter descended from the opposing woman, the large cards shifting lightly in her grasp. Her confirmation of a lack of such sure did make things sound suggestive, not that you minded at all however.

“So, who are those blocks of interrogation for?” Your finger pointed towards the first of the stack, and in turn, Lizzie put the following down, pointing at you to answer your enquiry.

“You’re adorable, so I find it only fitting if you get drilled by some questions first.” She responded, watching a sinister smile creep onto your lips, untrusting of the expression.

“Only drilled by questions?” Your shoulders slumped, showcasing your disappointment. It was utmost certain that the editors would cut the sexual talk, but that didn’t matter. The amorous attitude was not meant for them, it was obvious of whom your verbal intentions were towards.

“Please, shut up.” She shook her head at you, holding the board up so that the words were on focus for the lens, but still in the correct position so that she could peer around it herself. “Okay, let’s start.”

“Alright, I’m ready, I’m ready. I am ready.” You shuffled in your seat, causing it to scrape accidentally against the ground. “Ugh, I hate that sound.”

“You and me both.” Her agreement tuned in, before she reached her fingers ready so that she could peel away the white strip that hid the rest of the online enquired. “Is y/n y/l/n... dating Elizabeth Olsen?”

“Yes.” Clapping your hands together, you shot a smirk at the camera man. “She’s one lucky gal, I’ll tell you that much. If I were her, or anyone really, I’d want to date me too.”

“You’re such a narcissist.” Her green eyes lovingly bore into you, and you could only shrug off the butterflies that erupted in the cocoon of your stomach.

“And you love me for it, so next!” The encouragement had the woman sigh in a false exasperated manner, before returning to her duty.

“What is y/n y/l/n’s... height?” It was something that you had not even thought of being asked, and so you poked the printed question, scowling moderately at the blank ink.

“So... I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but I tend to be put in heels of some kind in basically every movie that I am cast in.”

“I noticed.” Lizzie cut in, causing you to lightly tap the tip of your shoe against her knee. “It created a wide space between us, I feel like we’re in another galaxy.”

“Great pun.” You snorted at her attempt, before delving into further details. “It sure does making kissing harder though, which sucks, because damn, do I love mouth on mouth action.”

Elizabeth sunk into her chair, humoured by your extra information, that you just had to add. The chance was practically irresponsible; oh, how you absolutely loved, embarrassing your girlfriend. “And so we go onwards.”

“Is y/n y/l/n in... Guardians of the Galaxy?” She allowed the slip of paper that she had retracted drop elegantly to the floor, and as she spoke, you found yourself watching it for that moment until it reached the floor, reuniting with its fallen comrades.

“Why yes I am.” A half bow, considering that you were seated was called for. The mention of your marvel presence made you pleased, considering your character was often overlooked in comparison to others like Gamora and Nebula. “I play Aleta, also and more well known as Starhawk.”

“She’s a badass.” At Lizzie’s perception, you nodded and hummed in one motion. “And I think that you are too, you rock that roll, and James, if you’re listening, give this woman more screen time.”

“Okay, what’s next?” You enquired, eager to answer more and thus then reach the portion of which was centred around Lizzie. And with that, she removed the next tab, it falling like an autumnal leaf, spiralling down and down, until it reached the level of your feet.

[matiassotolopez]

#noburnoutober DAY 19- WATER CREATURE I went with a #mermaid but my own #design , I wanted to give her more fish-like features , like a very shinny colors and various fins. ***************************** DIA 19- CRIATURA ACUATICA Me decidi por hacer una #sirena pero en un diseño original, con mas rasgos de pez , como colores muy brillantes y muchas aletas. #artofinstagram #artober #inktober #tintubre #Uruguay #vintagegaming #inktoberuy #inktober2022 #dnd #swordandsorcery #fantasiaheroica #fantasy #monster #dungeonsanddragons https://www.instagram.com/p/CkCZhGmuwtW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[colormeyondublue]

Chapter 10: The Observation Deck

Chapter 9 Here - Chapter 11 Here

***CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains moments of attempted rape, sexual harassment, violence and homicide. Continue with caution!***

You wake up and it’s still really dark in the room. Yondu isn’t up yet either, and you glance over at your wrist comm on the table near the bed. Great, it’s the middle of third shift. You’ve learned that time on the ship is split into three equal parts: first, second, and third shift. First shift is equivalent to the morning time back on earth, second is like the afternoon, and third would be overnight. Each shift has watchmen placed all over the ship, but whoever is watching the helm is the most important. They keep the ship on course, and from crashing into something. 

Your recollection of how each shift works is disrupted by your serious need to pee. Oh, right, that’s why I woke up in the first place. You quietly get up and look back to make sure Yondu is still asleep. Surprisingly, he is. You make your way to the bathroom and quietly close the door. After using the bathroom, you gasp. “Holy crap, Yondu.” You mutter to yourself. Whether it’s just Yondu, or maybe it��s Centuarians in general that cum this much, but there is a lot to clean up. Human men are one thing, but Yondu has made you a whole other level of messy. The last thing I need out in space is a UTI... On one hand, this is a little annoying. On the other hand, it’s kind of a turn on. You make sure to get yourself taken care of before heading back to bed. Pulling up the covers, you lay back in bed with this curious blue man. He’s turned on his side, facing you. His mouth is partly open, breathing lightly. He looks so peaceful, so relaxed. His features, although weathered, are perfection. The lines around his eyes, the scruff on his face, the dark blue shade of his eyelashes. How could one alien be so enticing? You reach out to gently stroke the scruff on his cheek, and he just barely stirs. A soft grunt vibrates from his chest and a tiny smile pulls at his mouth. You chuckle to yourself and whisper. “I’ve fallen hard for you, Yondu. You know that?”

“I sure did, sugar.” He says quietly without opening his eyes.

“Oh my gosh! I had no idea you were awake! Did wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s alright. I like when ya touch ma face like that. Ain’t nobody ever done it before. Feels nice.”

“Well, if you like that, I have lots more to show you.” You laugh and kiss his cheek.

“I’ll hold ya to it.”

Yondu pulls you roughly into his arms and holds you tight against his chest, and you both fall back asleep.

~~~

You wake up again later during first shift, and there is a soft glow of light in the room. Yondu is gone, and as you sit up to stretch, you see a cup of juice and a chocolate chip muffin on the night stand.

“Awe, he remembered.” You smile, sip your juice and take a bite of the muffin. You begin to get dressed for the day, smile warmly at your silver bracelet, and head out of Yondu’s quarters toward your office. The walkways of the Eclector are pretty quiet, but you remember that this is the day most of the crew are headed off ship for Knowhere. You reach your office, and find Yondu is there waiting for you.

“Good morning! Hey, thanks for breakfast. You remembered my favorite!” You say happily as you unlock the door and head inside. Yondu follows you in and closes the door behind you both.

“Ah, it was nothin’. But hey, today me and a couple a’ the boys are headed out to sell our take from Jophar and some a’ them minerals we picked up on our last stop. We’s on a place called Knowhere. Ya ever heard of it?”

“I’ve heard it mentioned in passing conversation, but I don’t know much else. Why?”

“Well…Knowhere…it ain’t a place fer Terrans.” He says halfheartedly.

“What do you mean ‘ain’t a place for Terrans’?”

“I don’t mean anything bad about you, honey. You know I care about ya and I think the universe of ya. See, what happens on my ship I can control.” He gestures to himself, and then points toward the door as he continues to his point. “What happens on Knowhere I can’t control. There ain’t no laws, no mandates, no nothin’. You could get picked up by anybody and disappear. Knowhere is an ancient, decaying, celestial head, and I can only protect ya so much out here. My plan is to just get this deal done and get outta here.”

You pace the room and sigh. “Honestly, I’m fine with that. The last thing I want is to wind up in the same situation I was in before I managed to escape that slave ship on Krylor. I trust you, and I’ll stay here.”

“Oh, thank the stars!” He exclaims as he pulls you into an embrace. “I thought you were gonna be ticked that you couldn’t come with me.”

“Well, sure, I wanna see as many places as I can…but you’re the Captain of this Ravager clan, and you have a job to do. I’m not gonna get in the way of that.” You kiss him on his cheek as your hand wanders through the scruff on his face. “I love you. That means I love this ship, and I love that you’re the captain too…thief, Ravager and all.” You warmly smile up at him, completely oblivious to what you just said.

Yondu’s face grows still. He is bewildered and a little shocked, and he just stares at you.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” Worried, you take a step back and grasp his hands.

“Ya…ya just said ya loved me.”

“Oh. Oh, my god I…” You back up toward the door, breathing heavily. Your eyes search Yondu’s face for any sign of calm. There is none to be found. You both panic in silence for a few moments and your mind races.

Shit shit shit! This isn’t how I wanted this to go. It just slipped out! I have no idea if he feels the same way. What if I just scared him off?! FUCK!

Totally freaked out, you make your way for the door. As you turn the handle you hear Yondu behind you call your name.

“Y/n! Wait a minute!”

Your heart is racing, vision blurred, ears ringing. You run down the hallway as fast as your feet can take you. Yondu follows you part of the way, and slows to a stop. Chasing after you won’t help. He’s got a deal to finish, and you need time to calm down. He looks down at his boots and shakes his head. She loves me? No one has ever truly loved me before...I think. I ain’t even sure what love is supposed to feel like. Is this it? Sure, Peter cares. Kraglin cares. Maybe Aleta and Stakar cared at some point. But love? A Ravager ain’t supposed to love anybody. This is all just business right? A means to an end. On one hand, Stakar and Aleta were a thing right? Were they in love? Quill has that green girl…Gamora? Is that love? He snaps his head up at the realization. Quill! That’s it! I can call him when we leave! He’s Terran…he should know what this love thing is.

At that moment, Kraglin approached. “Ya ready Cap’n?”

“Yeah, boy, let’s get this done.”

~~~

You finally make it up to the observation deck. Your throat is on fire, your mouth is dry, and tears are threatening to fall. You collapse on the floor in a pathetic heap. After you catch your breath, you stand up and make your way over to the window. Looking out, you can see the giant skull floating in place. The Warbird is heading that direction and a few other M-Ships follow after.

“Stay safe.” You whisper to yourself.

You sit cross legged on the floor of the observation deck, staring out the window. The stars flicker in the distance. You’ve been lost in thought, and it feels like hours have gone by since you first saw the M-Ships depart.

“I hope they’ll be back soon.” You mutter under your breath.

“I don’t.” A chilling voice comes from behind you, making you jump and turn to see where the voice came from.

“Trenvik! You scared me! I thought you went with everyone else?”

“No, I stayed behind. There is nothing there I want anyway.” He moves closer to you, and you jump to your feet. He positions himself between you and the door. “Now, what is the Captain’s pet doing here all alone?”

“Nothing. I was just enjoying the view and waiting for them to come back. The Captain thought there was no reason for me to go, so I stayed here.”

“The Captain is a smart man, yes? We wouldn’t want our girl getting hurt or kidnapped, would we?”

“Excuse me? Our girl?” You retort.

“Yes, our girl. You belong to the ship, the crew. As far as I am concerned you do not belong to the Captain alone. He is selfish for trying to keep you to himself. The rest of us have needs just as well as he does.” Trenvik eyes you over with a disgusting smile on his face.

“I don’t give a damn about your needs. I belong to the Captain, no one else.”

“I see why he likes you. You have a fire in you. But that does not change the fact that you made me look like a fool.” Trenvik continues to inch closer to you.

“What?! How exactly did I do that?” You yell at him. You search for some way around him, but what he does next catches you off guard.

He charges toward you and slams you against the cold, metal wall behind you. He pushes one arm to your throat, while two hands pin your wrists to the wall. “You led me on! You made me believe that you wanted me, and then came out and made me a liar by confessing your affiliation with the Captain!”

“Led you on?! Trenvik, we’ve barely said a word to each other! You’re insane! Let me go!”

“I…am not...insane. You stupid bitch.” He slaps you in the face, and throws you to the floor. He quickly climbs on top of you and uses all four arms to pin you down. His grip is like steel, you can’t budge an inch. You begin to panic, and beg for your life.

“Trenvik, please, don’t do this!”

He laughs darkly, and slowly grinds his hips against yours. “I’m going to take what’s mine.”

You whimper and begin to cry. “Stop! Please, Stop! Don’t do this to me!”

None of your pleas are working. He reaches down with one hand to undo his pants, and you scream at the top of your lungs. He frees up another one of his hands, and begins to stroke the inside of your thigh.

“You’ll enjoy this, I can promise you that. The Captain will just be an after thought when I’m finished with you.”

“Help me! Somebody please! Help!! No, Stop! Leave me alone!”

Just as it seems like no help is coming, the door to the observation deck flies open. It’s Yondu. Trenvik jumps to his feet, dragging you with him. He pulls out a knife and holds it at your side. The point tearing through your leathers, threatening to pierce your skin.

“Let ‘er go. Now!” Yondu’s voice is even more menacing that you’ve heard before. From what you can see, Kraglin and Oblo are Standing behind him.

“Now, Captain, no need to be rash. I’m just taking what I deserve. This girl belongs to the crew. Last I checked, I’m part of the crew.” Trenvik says.

“Not anymore ya ain’t.” A shrill whistle rings through the air, and you can see Yondu’s arrow appear just a few feet from Tenvik’s face. “Let ‘er go now, and you can leave this ship with yer life.”

“HA! Just as we all thought. The Captain’s gone soft. All for some stupid Terran bitch. You don’t have it in you anymore. You’re just a weak minded –“  Trenvik’s voice was cut off by another sharp whistle. The knife moves away from your body, and you hear a thud behind you. Yondu sent his arrow straight through Trenvik’s skull. You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle more cries. Yondu walks briskly toward you and you run to meet him. He takes you in his arms and holds you tightly.

“Shh..honey it’s alright. Yer safe, yer safe. Kraglin! Oblo! Get this asshole outta here. Gather the crew in the mess, pronto. I wanna make an example of this piece of shit.”

“Yessir. Right away.” Kraglin replies. The two of them pick up each end of Trenvik’s body and haul him out of the room.

“Baby, look at me. Hey, are you alright?” Yondu’s voice becomes much softer. His eyes are so worried, but beautiful. They remind you of the red giants they used to talk about at the planetarium back home. That shade of red is so warm, and calming.

“Yeah… I think so. I think I’m okay.” You manage to get out.

“He didn’t hurt ya did he? Did he touch ya?”

“A little. He was going to do worse, but you got here just in time. How did you know where to find me?” You ask.

“Well, you was runnin’ in this direction earlier. What really got my attention was I could hear you yellin’ at someone through the ventilation system when I was headed toward yer office after we got back in.”

“Oh.”

“It doesn’t matter now sweetheart, yer safe. He’s gone now, he can’t ever hurt ya again. Damn it, I should’a known that low life was up ta somethin’.”

“No! Don’t do that. There was no way you could have known. I had no idea he would do something like this either.” You say.

“Y/n, ya even said the other day that he was givin’ ya weird feelin’s. I should’a listened. I should’a done somethin’ about it then.” Yondu argues.

“Well, it’s over. I’m okay. You’re here now, and I’m okay.”

Yondu holds you closer and lets out a long sigh. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“I am too, but it’s done. You know what I want now?” You ask.

“What’s that darlin’?”

“Go make an example of that asshole.”

A big, spiteful grin grows on his lips. “With pleasure honey, with pleasure.”

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Yondu walks you back to his quarters. His hand never leaves your back, and he’s sure to get you there quickly. He ushers you into the room and looks you over again, as if he missed something.

“Are ya sure yer alright?”

“Yes, I’m okay. Honestly, I just want to shower and catch up on some data entry I meant to get done today.”

“Okay. I can get ya connected to yer server through one of my holopads if ya want ta stay in here?”

“That sounds great. I would love that. I really don’t want to be around anyone right now.” You begin to undress. You look regretfully at the cut in your leathers and tears begin to well in your eyes again.

“Hey now, don’t you worry about that. Geff is really good at fixin’ stuff like this. I’ll make sure he gets these and he can make ‘em good as new. Why don’t ya get in the shower and relax a little. I’ll get ya set up in here, and you can get yer mind off all this. Alright?” Yondu places a hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

“Yeah, thank you. For everything.” You pull Yondu in for a kiss, and you head for the shower.

The hot water feels amazing on your body. The steam clears your mind and allows your stress to melt away. You think about what happened on the observation deck. You aren’t sure when you’ll really be okay, but you know that Trenvik is dead, and you’re safe. When you finish in the shower, you emerge from the bathroom to find Yondu has already gone to the mess to address the crew about Trenvik’s death. You see that he set out one of his under shirts and a pair of leisure pants to relax in. You find the holopad he set up for you on his desk, and you get to work.

~~~

Yondu enters the mess, with a serious scowl on his face. He is relived that you’re safe, but this is a perfect opportunity to rip into his crew. Sure, he may be soft for you, but that means he would kill to keep you safe. He makes his way to the front of the room, and murmurs are floating around of someone’s death. He lets out a sharp whistle to get everyone’s attention, and his arrow zips around the room before coming back to his fist.

“Listen up! There’s been some happenin's on this ship that I need to clarify. Seems like our little conversation regarding y/n bein' my girl wasn’t clear enough fer some of ya!”

Kraglin and Oblo drag Trenvik’s body out into the open for the entire crew to see. There are more quiet murmurs throughout the room.

“This worthless pile a’ shit thought he’d go ahead and try somethin’ stupid with my girl. Ya’ll can see where that got him. Now, I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear: If anyone lays a hand, claw, or paw on y/n, you will be shot! Trenvik is a perfect example of what happens when ya do not obey my orders! Does that make sense, ya buncha’ worthless space rats?!”

“Yes sir!” rings through the mess.

“Good. I will not be havin’ this conversation with ya’ll again. Now git the hell outta my sight!” Yondu turns to Kraglin, and looks over Trenvik’s body one last time. “Krags, throw that corpse out the air lock. We’re finished here.”

[winter-is-lost]

TRANSFORMERS : MTMTE

Rodimus x Cybertronian! Reader

Y/n = Your name

Y/f/c = Your frame colour

Warnings : I'm honestly gonna stop adding these 'warnings' cause trust me even I have absolutely no idea how it's gonna turn out. But I hope I can do well and hopefully, it turns out good. :)

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《 Reader's P.O.V.》

Betrayed...Tired..Exhausted...No. All this felt like an understatement.

..I was done..

My autobot badge, that I once wore with such pride and joy had long since lost it's shine, now rundown and broken, covered with my energon. One could only imagine how it still managed to hold on to me. Then again, I wasn't in a good shape either now, was I? No. I had managed to snag a ship and barely escaped.. My ship crashlanded on some random planet. I didn't care which as long as it was away from there.

Pulling myself out of the wreckage of my ship I proceeded to make my way towards an urban inhabited area. I struggled to maintain my balance, stumbling here and there before my body eventually gives up making me fall like an asteroid. I place my hands near me, trying to push myself off the ground.

A futile attempt...

..What's the use anyway..It's not like I have any place to go to...any one to return to..what does it matter..

I lay there on the ground. Bright red warning signs flashing infront of my sight. It was happening...Is this how I was gonna go...

I laid there for God knows how long before I heard the sounds of pedesteps rushing in my direction before coming to a stop near me.

I felt someone placing a servo on my shoulder plate and shaking it gently, as if in fear of causing any further harm to my already damaged body.

"-eed a doctor. You los-"...barely being able to listen, I somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the bot...Orange..with..with glasses.

"-be ok. Just..just hang in ther-"

That was the last thing I could make out before my optics offlined...

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{ years later }

"-so, I think it would be a nice experience for us to go." Rung turned away from his datapads to look up at me with a soft smile gracing his faceplates.

We were both preparing for the journey we were to take part in. Rung informed me yesterday of a mech designated Broadi..no wait - Daud..no,no..YEAH! Rung informed me yesterday of a mech by the designation Rodimus who had proposed a journey across space in order to find the Knights of Cybertron.

Unsurprisingly, Rung wanted to leave on this journey too. Of course, not because of finding the Knights or anything, but because of his love for space ships and the journeys they bring.

I mean, it was pretty obvious to me as I was placing his models of the ark ships into a box so it would be easier to carry while he was making sure he handled all the data and knowledge of his clients properly before leaving.

"Yeah, you're right. It does seem like it's gonna be fun, so why not." I reply as I place another one of the models into the box.

It was kinda true. I was actually going along because of him.

You see, after the war has just barely ended mostly everyone knows how to fight. Then, there's Rung. Now, I don't mean to sound like I'm berating him but he just...he can't fight..he doesn't even have the build most average mechs have. On top of that, he's kind-hearted and a gentlemech, which is nice but makes it all the more easier for someone to harm him.

People are willing to use others for their own benefit, to achieve their goals, even the ones you know for the longest of time, trust me, I'd know...and that's where I come in. I make sure to keep him out of harm's way to the best of my abilities, he's someone that I care for and respect like a..a..what was the organic term for it...a brother, yup, like a brother. The universe needs more good people like him.

Besides...he did save me all those years back, so God forbid if I let anything happen to him. Of course, he doesn't know that..or maybe he does but just pretends that he doesn't, but let me tell you, aside from physical *ahem violent* confrontations, he can handle himself just fine - the guy's been aboard all the Ark ships, that's gotta mean something right.

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"NEXT!"

Finally. After standing in the long line of passengers waiting to board the Lost Light for what seemed like a thousand cycles. It was finally our turn. Rung and I made our way towards the 'Head of Security' for one final inspection before being allowed aboard the ship. Since I was Rung's assisstant, sort of, I remember this guy, he was Rung's client for a couple of centuries. His name was..Red Alert, I think.

"ONE HUNDRED MILLION! That's an impressive serial code,..Er.." Red Alert looks up at Rung with a suprised expression plastered across his face plates. I clench my dentas together in an attempt to hold my laughter.

After everything and everyone was on board and with our ship Quantum jumping God knows where.

Everyone was called by Rodimus, the ship's captain for a debriefing about the current events. I didn't hear much because I don't know why but there was something about this guy...something familiar...weird because I don't remember seeing him before.

The longer I looked at him, that feeling of familiarity turned into a slight feeling of unknown dread settling itself into my fuel tanks.

The debriefing was done and everyone around me was leaving to handle the task at hand, just as I was going to leave as well, I ended up making eye contact with Rodimus.

That feeling of dread and slight anger mixed with some sadness came back to me as I stood there frozen in my spot. I could tell he felt something too just by the way his optics widened and his jaw hung open. As if something unexpected had happened. As if someone you had once lost to the realm of death had come back...

I saw his mouth move slightly, as if trying to whisper out a name. MY name..?..

"..Y/n." I was brought back from my trance when I felt a servo touch my shoulder. Looking down at the owner of the hand, I was quite relieved to see Rung looking back up at me with concern evident across his faceplates. "What's wrong Y/n?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," I give a small smile to reassure him. I decided not to worry him about something like this, afterall, it could just be a side effect from that faulty quantum leap.

《 Rodimus' P.O.V. 》

There had a been a breach in the hull caused by the sudden quantum leap. We had 40 crew mates drifting across space that we had to save. We NEEDED to save. No way am I gonna leave MY crew behind.....Not this time.

After giving everyone a brief idea of what had happened and what needed to be done. I was preparing to leave for the mission - gathering back the 40 lost crew members, when my optics landed on a familiar Y/f/c bot. Is that...No. It can't be. Nope. Not real. She/he isn't real...is she/he?

She/he turned her/his helm in my direction and our optics met....it was her/him...But how..I..I thought she/he had...I thought she/he had died when our team was attacked back on Ki-Aleta...

But she/he was here, right here, on my ship, right in front of me...

I wanted to call out to her/him, but before I could I noticed a slightly smaller mech with an orange frame and slim built approach her/him. Their interactions reminded me of how we used to be like this back in the day. She/he was always there to lighten up the entire team even at the darkest times, no matter how tough or impossible a mission would seem, she/he never gave up. She/he always had our backs..My back. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel something more for her/him. I thought I had lost her/him back on Ki-Aleta. She's/he's here..I need to talk to her/him..

As I look back to see her/him and the orange mech making their way back to their quarters, I push back my thoughts of her/him and attempt to focus on current mission.

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{ A time skip to when the Lost Lighters found a sparkeater aboard the ship, brought to you by Rung's adorable noodle arms }

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《 Reader's P.O.V. 》

As I was sitting on the edge of the bridge in the Oil reservoir I couldn't help but let my thoughts run back to that Rodimus guy and this dreadful feeling of familiarity. He did remind me of someone though... Someone I'd rather forget about. His optics, I had a feeling like I'd seen them before, but I hadn't even met this guy...right?..

Though I was getting kinda suspicious of him being someone from my past. The similarity between the names. The way he had addressed the crew, the way he spoke, even his colour scheme was similar...so similar to an old friend..one that I was close to, one that I loved, one that I trusted....all just to see him leave me behind admist the enemy and the dead bodies of our team mates.

I had hoped that he would return, he might have just gone to get help. How silly...

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the sound of emergency sirens going off. As I made my way out of the ship's oil reservoir, a voice on the hallway's comm informed everyone of a little inconvenience that had occured and advised everyone to find a room and lock themselves in for a short while...for safety reasons...

Just turning around the corner and witnessing the dead body of a crew member I sadly did not remember the name of, was enough to convince me that this was more than just a 'little inconvenience'. Approaching the dead body I did what any rational bot would do,

I poked it.

I flipped the dead body over and instantly wished I hadn't. This guy wasn't just plain old dead, he was completely sliced up. His brain module had been torn out, his chasis was ripped apart...But what horrified me the most was his damaged spark chamber. It was as if..as if something had clawed it's way through.

I nearly jumped when I heard the sound of the elevator door opening in the distance, followed by the sounds of rushing pedesteps. Leaning from behind the corner I saw Rung running down the hall with a blue bot, Skids as I remember, seconds later a Sparkeater running after them.

Wait..

.

.

A SPARKEATER?!

I moved out into the hallway and saw an elevator with the door ripped open. Inside there was a yellow and blue bot with a briefcase strapped to his arm looking back up at me from his place near the far back corner of the elevator, obviously terrified. Suddenly it hit me, there was a sparkeater on the loose...right now after Rung...

I turned around and tore down the hallway to where I saw them going. The Engine room, that's where I found them.

My eyes landed on the Sparkeater as it was rushing towards..towards..RUNG who was being held in place by Rodimus?!

Infuriated was an understatement. I was beyond that. HOW DARE HE?!

"NOOOO!!" I dashed towards them but before I could reach I felt someone stop me and hold me back in place as I continued to kick and move out of there grasp.

I had to do something. I wasn't gonna let anything happen to Rung. I couldn't.

Not only had he saved me, he was my closest friend. I couldn't just sit back and watch him die, I couldn't just not do anything. I couldn't LEAVE MY FRIEND.

Then I saw it, admist it all, the resemblance, the similarity. It was him..It was him all along...Hot Rod...and he was still ready to give up someone else to save himself.

I glared at Rodimus as he held Rung in place despite hearing him protest. HOW CAN HE DO THAT TO A CREW MATE?!

I kicked myself free from my captor but ended up getting hit behind the helm by someone. The last thing I saw before blacking out was Rung being shoved to the side.

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When my optics onlined I came to realize that I was laying on a metal berth probably in the medical bay.

Slowly getting up I placed a servo behind my helm where I was hit.

"You're up early."

I snapped my helm towards the source of the sound, clearly not expecting anyone to be there before.

When my optics landed on the all-too-familiar flame design. "You..." I glared at him.I clenched my servos and through gritted dentae I tried to control my anger. "Where is he .?.."

"..I'm righ-"

"Not YOU. Where is RUNG!?" The scowl on my face probably showed him that I was not in the mood to joke around.

*sigh* "He's fine. He's in his

habsuite."

I nodded my helm slightly in acknowledgement.

He managed a small smile, "Your

new friend was quite stubborn.

He refused to leave and wanted

to stay in case you woke up.

Ratchet sent him to his habsuite."

My 'new friend'.?...

"Yup, he's like that. Doesn't like leaving his friends behind." I remarked, putting a subtle emphasis on 'leaving' and 'friends'.

His smile faltered as he turned his gaze away from me before he stared at me again, this time there was a sad look in his optics which almost made me soften before I remembered all he had done both to me as Hot Rod and to Rung as Rodimus and I hardened my glare further.

"I..I'm sorry Y/n. I kno-"

"What for? Letting others die? Prioritizing a stupid oracle over the lives of our friends? Abandoning us just to save yourself? Leaving me behind in Ki-Aleta between the enemy fires and the dead bodies of our fallen team mates?" Speaking those words it came back to me, all the pain, the hopelessness, the anger, the sadness..the betrayal...

"For all of them Y/n. I'm sorry.

I regret leaving you like that

but I had to do it."

I let out a dry chuckle at that,"Of course you had to."

"I was under strict orders Y/n.

Orders the rest of you didn't

know about."

"So?.. I thought we were a team. Do you realize if only you had informed us of these 'strict orders' before, we would have gone there better prepared. GIZMO AND DOWNLOAD WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!" I felt my voice waver at the mention of our long dead team mates.

"Y/n-"

"SAVE IT HOT ROD! Even when you had a chance, you chose to save yourself. When you left us..left ME behind, Rod, I was in denial. I still believed like a fool that you would come back. You'd be there. You wouldn't just abandon us like that. I kept hoping that you'll be back.....but I could only keep hoping so much. One day I realizd you weren't coming back. That was the day I realized we were all just acceptable losses to you, just collateral damage.."

I placed a servo across my optics to hide the Lubricants threatening to leave them, "..And to think I loved you..Trusted you with my life.."

"Y/n..Look, I know what I did was

wrong, but like I said, I was under

the strictest of orders.." He paused,

probably to see if I would interrupt

him or not, before speaking again, "I should've told all of you. I thought if I did then it would complicate the mission too much. But now, seeing how things turned out for all of us, it would have been better if I had."

"Rod..sto-"

"I went back."

I removed the servo covering my optics and looked at him. Instead of anger, there was slight shock mixed with sadness in them as I processed what he just said.."Huh..?.."

"I went back for you. All of you. I couldn't find anyone except Dealer. I thought you had died Y/n and it was my fault. I spent so many sleepless nights wondering all the different ways I could have saved you, all the different 'what ifs'. I was frustrated and angry at myself for letting you suffer that fate."

He reached his servo out for mine, holding it gently, softly as if I would break.

"I know..It's not much use saying sorry now. Nothing I say can ever excuse my actions, but please Y/n. Give me a chance. A chance to make up for all of it. I finally found you after so many eons, after I thought I lost you forever. Even though I know you hate me, just give me one chance to rebuild our trust and all that we had. Just one more chance to make things right. Hmm?"

"Rod.." I looked up at him. I saw the sincerity in his optics. No matter how much I tried, even after all that happened, I still couldn't hate him, my anger was slowly fading, giving way to sadness. The sight of our servos clasped together, drowned me in nostalgia.

"..I could never hate you..*sigh* It may take a while for us to go back to the way we used to be. Rod..I may be able to forgive with time but..but it's gonna be hard to forget.." He gave my servo a small reassuring squeeze. "But I'm willing to take a chance and start over."

I looked at him and saw relief mixed with happiness in his optics.

"I'll never abandon you..never again."

A small but genuine smile spread across my faceplates as I felt my spark warm up. The feelings for him, I had once buried within me started to resurface, slow yet steady.

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Aightttttt peeps so that was it with this one-shot. I hope you had fun reading this (I know it was kinda long and maybbbbe sort of all over the place, sooooo thank youuuuu for bearing all that.)

I'm open to all advices and suggestions, so please feel free to speak your mind on how I can improve.

Have a good day everyone~

[aletaevers]

( cisfemale ) haven’t seen ALETA 'PIXIE' EVERS around in a while. the FREYA MAVOR lookalike has been known to be (+) DRIVEN & (+) RESILIENT, but SHE can also be (-) VAIN & (-) UNRELENTING. The 22 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in NURSING. I believe they’re living in TERRA FIRMA, but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( james. 20. EST. she/they. )

i’m......so excited......................like i LOVE aleta and im so iskdjfg !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

pleathe give this a like if u’d like to plot w/ her !!! esp if u have a hendrix bb as they’d know her more ... obv

TW: child abuse, alcoholism, death, violence, grief. just some really tragic shit, man. self loathing.

a e s t h e t i c s

french-pane windows and ivy-coated bricks, silk pajama sets and champagne bubbles, wind through hair and constant, constant running; red cards and penalties, explosive words and hair-tugging, tear-soaked pillows and red eyes in empty bathrooms, the smell of roses and death, loose curls and sharp scissors, fairy tales and their endings -- how bittersweet, nails against desks, against backs, nails down a chalkboard, nails breaking skin. thrown fists and bruised knuckles, late night cereal-runs, getting lost in the woods, sleeping in fields. choking down insults, forced smiles, a wish for comfort.

general information !!

full name: aleta marit evers

nickname(s): pixie, tbd

b.o.d. - june 17th, grand ol’ gemini

label(s): the vixen, the amaranth, the hellcat, etc. etc.

height: 5′8″ tbh

hometown: giethoorn, netherlands

sexuality: bi as hell

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biography !!

all aleta has ever wanted was to be happy. to just, for once--be content.

born to anton evers, a well-known neurosurgeon and eleanor evers (nee du pont), a talented actress appearing on several tv shows in her youth -- privilege is, essentially, her middle name

her parents met on the set of a hospital show, anton a consultant and eleanor a ‘patient’; it was the kind of love that was volatile and loud and known -- dangerous, in the end, maybe.

this was only possible because eleanor had always dreamed of being a star, instead of inheriting her families’ horse racing business; which thus resulted in her traveling across an entire ocean to pursue her dreams where there wasn’t already a name made for her.

lil fun facts about the evers: anton’s older brother is a partner with their father at evers & evers, and his younger brother is koninklijke marechaussee.

life was normal in the beginning; eleanor had her firstborn, rhys -- a son, which made anton happy. then, her second born, aleta -- a daughter, which made anton less happy. a few years after aleta came laurel, another daughter. and that was that.

it was supposed to be the three of them.

anton evers, in all his glory -- was nothing more than a no-good cheater with a bad temper and a lack of empathy. which, of course, led to his numerous affairs with one of his nurses. which -- in turn, led to the birth of one ramona evers, only to be discovered six years later. 

pre-ramona: when the kids got too much for eleanor, she’d let them fall into the hands of the nannies. plural, as there were many; not all willing to deal with three spoiled devils from the deepest pits of hell. she loved her children, but god, was she not built for motherhood. eleanor spent her days drinking wine and champagne, excessively, while the nannies chased after mud-coated children and faced their tantrums head-first.

their house was old and ~vintage~ and more like a mansion than anything else, a backyard leading into woods--countless woods. this is where aleta spent most of her time, when she got sick of rhys pulling her pigtails and him refusing to play knights and princes with her.

after a severe accident, ramona was suddenly left motherless and thus: custody went to anton. it came to a shock to the entire family, but eleanor the most -- she’d gone six years unknowing of the fact that her husband had another child.

it was like watching their mother turn into a completely different person overnight -- while never cruel to her own children, eleanor was relentless towards ramona. whether it were insults or nails dug into arms; more often than not a martini glass in her hand.

aleta had always loved her mother -- even with nannies looking after her more often than not. in her eyes, her mother and father had a marriage that fairy tales were based off of. anton worked often, but everyday he’d bring home flowers for eleanor; their home was essentially a garden; vases and vases of roses.

if her mother hated ramona then aleta hated ramona. rhys had begun closing up and laurel, out of fear than anything else, stayed clear of the soap opera that was now their life.

these were aleta’s nightmare child gone extreme years. unapologetically violent towards any other student who dared step in her way, she took what she wanted and was a typical bully throughout her school years. she was essentially just. a really angry brat. with dyslexia, which also made school Hard which in turn made her Hate School. 

more often than not, she was alone at home. more often than not, she was in the woods. they were her only source of peace. it was in the woods that she met vos. whether that was his real name, she didn’t know. she didn’t care. he’d gotten his foot stuck in a rabbit hole, and she’d gotten it out. and from that point, they were friends. it was like a fairy tale, which aleta had always been big on. she went by duif, going along with his shenanigans.

together they played knights and princes (aleta, always the knight. always. vos, the prince. always.) practically everyday until sundown, where they’d part ways.

throughout this all, eleanor had been getting worse. her alcoholism had taken an extreme turn for the worst.

when aleta was 12, she found her mother dead. she doesn’t remember much, just red wine mimicking blood and pearls strewn across the room, shattered glass and her own screaming sobs.

the day after the funeral, they moved.

aleta was, essentially, alone in the world after that. rhys had gone off with the bad sort of crowd and had no time for his mourning sister; he was grieving in his own way. laurel had befriended their neighbor, eva, and aleta had immediately taken a dislike towards her. she thought she looked like a rat. aleta told eva that much. and ramona was...off doing ramona things, avoiding her family by any means necessary.

time sort of...flew, after that. aleta channeled her anger through sports--and as she got older, into parties and general reckless activity involving alcohol and whatnot. grief still hung heavy in her throat, but she put on a mask of cynical coldness and became known as the resident bitch. it fit her. she didn’t care.

her moods calmed a bit as she entered university, but not by much tbh.

uuhhh hmmm. met tiago through her brother, and only pursued him because she had overheard ramona gushing to either laurel or eva or whomever the fuck about her little ~faraway crush~. so, like, obviously aleta fucked him? and somehow! they wound up dating! she’s very much in love with him, which terrifies her because she’s very scared of loving someone.

also...........uh......................may have gotten ramona expelled out of sheer pettiness. more on that later. :~)

personality !!

frank, rude, and spiteful -- at least she’s honest. even if her comments are riddled in backhanded compliments and eye-rolling. 

she’s not the....easiest person to befriend. has a habit of really only paying much attention to people she finds interesting; if you bore her then you’re out! thanks for playing!

despite how off-putting she can be, she’s pretty well-known. whether its because of her viciousness on the field in the many, many sports she has played for hendrix, or her presence at parties, or ‘cos she made your cousin or best friend or whomever cry in the bathroom, or y’know. her famous, dead mom.

doesn’t...seem to have a problem with her reputation? likes being seen as this tough, untouchable person.

is soft with very very few people, like, maybe three at the max? and she’s not even soft towards her siblings so difjgkh. one of these people is obv tiago.

she’s endlessly loyal, even if she does flirt with other people to make her bf jealous ?? like, she’d never actually cheat. not after what her father did to her mother. does it excuse her actions ?? fuck no. she’s still a bad person

hates her dad so yay !! daddy issues. p sure papa evers is part of a secret society but, y’know. just dad things.

she’s....very emotional. very prone to sudden spouts of just, anger. it doesn’t take a lot to piss her off, and she’s not a particularly friendly whirlpool.

cries a lot tbh. usually before she sleeps, or in the shower, or in one of the campus bathrooms. doesn’t let people see her cry but like...it’s also not surprising to catch her fixing her eyeliner in the bathroom after an episode.

she’s just in general p moody ?? petty ?? will talk shit to you in dutch, even if u fucking speak it. she doesn’t care. would probably spread a rumor about u just for funsies.

she’s gr8 at parties, usually ‘cos shes too crossed to be actively mean.

like, okay, i’ve made her out to be pretty Horrible but hbjnfdmgh she isn’t going to look at your character and just. start beating them down with words n fists and shit, y’know ?? she might be thinking it, but she’s not That impulsive

is apathetic at best towards most people otherwise, like, idk -- if she doesn’t have a reason, even if its a very small reason, she won’t bother with you. 

this VIDEO right fucking here. GOD. that’s an aleta vibe. it’s probably not something she’d say but just. the tone ?? awful. it gave me flashbacks to middle school when i watched that video.

has a sketchbook which is essentially anatomy notes and like, lil doodles n shit of fantasy scenery n shit

kinda...escapes into her mind sometimes ?? is still in love w the concept of fairy tales and perfect love and just. happiness. like she’s kind of obsessed with it ?? with the perfect image ?? which, hence, leads to her illustrating it. hence why she’s just so. in love. hence why she sabotages everything for herself too ‘cos ! she just sort of hates herself and knows nothing will ever be magical and perfect and shit.

so like, big secret fantasy nerd. probably has tried to sing with birds once when nobody was looking. she cant even sing. she shower sings and like maybe the bathroom acoustics make her sound not horrible but ?? she’s mediocre at best. it’s tragic, really.

there’s sm more, like, she’s just got a lot of feelings and contradicting personality points and she’s udfjighk she’s annoying. that’s what she is. aleta is CANCELED

ok ok ok but GOD is she good at sports ?? like genuinely just. she does like, track, hockey, lacrosse, tennis prolly idk, maybe other shit. and like granted she gets angry n then gets penalized for almost beating a girl down but isjkdfg she’s good at sports 

got the nickname ‘pixie’ on the field ‘cos shes fast and also has bitten a few people and is just very aggressive

EDIT: i forgot to mention that she !! stopped relying on her father for money (this does not include....stealing from him, which she most definitely does!!) and she’s kinda paying for things w/ savings and like...soon, she’ll get a job, i promise uhdfijfkg 

wanted connections !!

like...two close friends. pleathe, for her sanity.

uuuuuHHH god, just enemies of all sorts. ex-friends or never-friends or exes before tiago. people she’s talked shit about, or spread shit about

maybe she fucking poured her alcohol on ur muses’ head during a party

GOD i don’t know she drops people so much !!

other....friends, y’know, that she isn’t ~close~ to, but she gets along with fairly well

people she flirts with to make her bf jealous !! because she’s awful !!

temptations...b/c commitment is difficult for her b/c of y’know. her parents. not an actual affair but just...y’know. checking each other out, flirtatious banter, the whole ‘no i can’t ive got a boyfriend’ and shit like that.

teammates !!

dead parents club.

somebody who caught her crying in the bathroom hfdjgkh whether theyre concerned for some fucking reason or r straight up like ‘lmao...u deserve it’

ummm give me rhys ?? and laurel ?? or people who know them

rhys is a drug dealer so like.............she prolly knows a few ppl who get their drugs from him

friends of ramona’s before she uh . . . disappeared / got expelled

good influences who r like ‘stop being such a fucking dick aleta get ur shit together’

cousins !! she prolly has a ton

maybe......an online friend ?? who shes known for a while ??

bad influences who r like >:3 yes stay angry. stay bad. here, break this fucking window with this bat. yes, good.

literally i will take anything sjkfdg

people she’s tormented ??? has bullied ?? has embarrassed ???

[saigeboredeaux-blog]

hello !! below you will find a Plot Page that i have stolen from several sources (aka everybody whose done one of these) !! u can like it, u can...not, like it, either way when i wake up after blacking out and writing this (like...later? today? technically?) i will b messaging ppl that i haven’t rly plotted w/ yet ! and i Guess i’ll come bother u if u do choose to like this !

saige bordeaux | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

grew up under real strict parents so now she’s constantly acting like a wild teenager because she has no ! self control ! very very impulsive, but like, also very bubbly. can talk forever. big on photography (portraits, mainly) and like, her bass guitar, and partying. she’s like...actually really smart (knows multiple languages!) but she’s just got so much big dumbass energy that it doesn’t even matter. has problems w/ substance abuse and essentially just hides her Bad Emotions under layers and layers of goofy obnoxiousness. sort of in love w/ everybody she meets. tries to befriend everybody b/c she can’t handle people...like, not liking her? hates being alone! tries to be busy 24/7 WANTED CONNECTIONS: i think more...antagonistic plots, would be interesting? y’know, like, ‘friends’ using her for her money, or because she’s got this fucking endless supply, or just b/c she’s a good time / a good fuck / etc. etc. bad influences, like, somebody where they just go Too Far with some shit whether it’s that sort of reckless selfishness in the name of having a Good Time or like...running from cops LMAO, y’know ?? on the other hand, good influences ! people who recognize that she’s Overcompensating with her actions. somebody who thinks they’ve got a thing going on and don’t realize that this is how saige is with everybody. more hookups are always welcome ! more party pals ! more genuine, close, soft friends !

*amos barot | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

rich-boy-gone-broke ‘cos his dad mc’fucked up and is in jail for like, credit fraud and embezzlement or something. dramatic, and excessive, but like ... in a classy way. super smart, like, will debate you on his smartness. will debate you in many things just for fun. a...stoner, honestly. doesn’t try to be funny because idk how to be funny but he Is Funny so Laugh (this is a threat) , but he does use humor as a coping mechanism b/c boy...do he got problems. has real bad insomnia, probably worsens his anxiety but he’s big stupid and won’t admit it. a smart ass, jack ass, and a dumb ass all in one. has a caffeine problem. has a fucking ego problem, too, lbr. gotta keep yourself disillusioned so you don’t crack! haha but a forced haha. chaotic bisexual but like how does he Fuck so often...i don’t know... WANTED CONNECTIONS: hnng...give me his Serious Ex Girlfriend. who he was very much in love w/ but life got real stressful and they just sort of. cracked under the pressure of. more ppl he does assignments for !! please, the juiciness of it all...people who keep bothering him to fix their like, laptops or something and he’s Tired. somebody catch him sleepwalking ... please ... he’s a danger to himself. smoking buddies. more debating buddies. hook ups galore. enemies, like...rivals. specifically rivals. but any sort of banter ? we love.  ** i MAY be switching him in season 2, but i’m not 100% yet.

*aleta evers | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

aaaa !! mean girl ! comes from a wealthy family but like...hates her dad...doesn’t talk to her siblings at all...is all by her lonesome if you don’t count her boyfriend. has...always been rude to people, like, she just doesn’t have a filter? acts and dresses like she’s more refined than she is but sometimes she just Goes off on somebody and it’s like ... stop. big on sports, can probably break your collar bone. has probably broken somebody’s collar bone before, actually. cries a lot but will yell at you if you point it out. on the inside she’s just Constantly Sad and few people get to see her be less...mean. very judgmental even though she’s not really in the place to. willing to start a rumor about you if you annoy her or like ... she thinks she can benefit from it. willing to manipulate other’s for her own gain. ruthless but like...a lil needy. WANTED CONNECTIONS: friends but like ... temporary friends ! like, let’s have her drop them ! or get into a stupid argument ! let’s build bridges and then BURN THEM. anybody she can flirt with even though she’s in a relationship / temptations that like ... give her the thought to cheat but she Never Pulls Through. people who are just like ‘ur relationship is bullshit lol’ but it falls on deaf ears ‘cos she’s ! stubborn ! ex-hook ups ? somebody she gets into...a physical fight with...because that’s SO like aleta sdnjfkg. people who know her siblings and are just like wow...ur nothing like them...you’re a bitch... ** i MAY be switching her in season 2, but i’m also not 100% yet !! 

cain romanov | intro | stats | pinterest | secret

rochester golden boy ! senator’s son ! major asshole ! these are all things of the PAST. essentially an untouchable asshole in lockwood. they just ... got away with shit too easily b/c of their parents. up and joined a cult and that left them Very Fucked Up and like...they transferred to hendrix to Heal from said Traumatic Experiences and to start Fresh, but alas ! everybody from their past is here and it Blows. is softer now. has like, four cats. doesn’t sleep often. climbs trees often. literally cannot be touched directly because it’ll send them into a panic attack. just wants to mind their business and like...get better. calm, hates conflicts Now. has a stutter and always wears leather gloves. probably, also, uses humor as a coping mechanism. like...don’t get them wrong...they Will tell you about the cult if the conversation steers that way but only because their therapist says that they shouldn’t try to avoid talking about it. WANTED CONNECTIONS: old enemies, current reconciliations. people they’re proving they’re different towards. people they’re just...trying to mend relationships with ‘cos when they left they dropped like...so many friends. amsterdam friends who don’t really know that they used 2 be a major asshole. people who treat them Softly ‘cos like...they pity them but cain Hates it. people sus of them ‘cos they’re...just a sus person. old bullying victims. just people who are ??? at them being Around. they don’t hook up but like....sexting, anybody ?? either they’ve never met or they know cain’s deal n they’re just like aight. we can work w/ this. 

as always you can find me here or on discord as emo stan#3644 -- whether it’s for convos or plots or like ... something ... hmu if you wanna learn about the two new muses i’ve been building and may or may not bring during season 2. also in case ur doubting my discord name ... i’ve been listening to a playlist called bop that Bussy ; emo version. i got distracted when they played bulls in the bronx. i wasn’t even a huge ptv fan. ok goodnight sijdfg

[tazindrox]

May DWC Day 4 - Doubt

For lack of a better word, this had been a shitty couple of weeks for Tazindrox. Honestly, the same could be said for most everyone, but Dracthyr specifically given the emergence of Aberrus and their ongoing fight against the Sundered Flame. Against their own kin. Friends and family he had trained and fought alongside millenia ago, that he had spent time getting to know, and with whom he had shared stories and meals. 

It all made him sick to his stomach, especially after having to deliver the killing blow to a once familiar face he used to call friend. Taz had tried to make the other Dracthyr see the err of his ways, he had tried to convince him of the corruption that Sarkareth had gone through, and that blindly following him would only lead to this outcome. He had tried to persuade him to see that there were other options, that his other brethren, including Taz himself, would gladly accept him with open arms in understanding of his plight.

But Othezon had too much doubt in those words and made his choice; Tazindrox wasn’t about to allow that madness to continue. Once the deed had been done, the signet from his horns was removed and slipped into a pouch already filled with way too many others. With a sigh, Taz closed his eyes and slumped down onto his knees, rubbing clawed hands over his face. “I can’t do this anymore.” It was too much, this wasn’t their purpose. They weren’t meant to kill each other, they were always meant to work together against their common enemy. His heart ached for his friend, and for all his friends on both sides. 

A delicate hand was placed upon his shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “You are not alone. Come, let us return to camp and you can tell me more of this ~nude~ painting done of you, and this fancy people party you are attending.”

Aleta was a fellow Dark Talon that he had known his entire life, and although they were the same age, she had always felt like an older sister to him. She was the first face he had seen after coming out of stasis, and while other memories were horribly blurred, he recognized her. He would always recognize her, and he was grateful that she was here with him, especially during moments like these. He couldn’t allow himself to wallow too much in these emotions, not right now.

“Would you like to come with me? I am allowed to bring a plus one.”

“To the fancy people party? I don’t know what I would wear, aren’t you supposed to be all dressed up? Are we expected to be in our Visage form?”

“I don’t think it matters that much about what form you come in, and we can figure something out for fancy clothes. I know you have been wanting to see more of how the others live. This could be fun?” He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect himself, but at least if she were there with him they could be confused together. “Wonderful, count me in! I look forward to spending more time with that hideous Visage of yours!”

@daily-writing-challenge​ @vixannya​

[fandommemporiumm]

Talking Does Wonders Chapter 4: Job Offer

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 5

Warning: None

A/N: Sorry it’s so short. Life has been busy but If you want to be tagged for updates comment or send an ask. ENJOY!!!

The bell by the door to signal a customer coming in jingled. AL gave a sigh, disappointed that her work was going to be interrupted and that she now had to talk to someone since she was the only one in the shop. She looked up to see an older looking what appeared to be a zandarian man. His hair is loosing it's color creating a salt and pepper look and his face is square shaped with wrinkles adorning it. He's wearing what appears to be a jumpsuit in a dark blue color with glowing yellow arches on his shoulders and a scarf around his neck. He carried a bag with him too that hung loosely by his hand. AL knows this uniform all to well, ravagers. She sees them out on contraxia and in the shop all the time. They're ripped clothes are what keeps the shop running. AL has worked on ravager clothes of several different colors but she never worked on or even seen dark blue ones. The ravager sauntered in with a confident swagger to his step and went up to the front desk to lean on it with an elbow. He looked around to the back of the shop behind the front desk where AL was seated at her work station and noticed the work station on the opposite wall to AL that was iru's was empty.

“Ey girl,” the ravager said in a deep loud voice.

AL stopped her stitching work on a lacy alien drag queens dress that she was finishing up on and looked over to the ravager annoyed.

“Where's Iru?”

AL just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her stitching, but the ravager wasn't satisfied with the answer.

“Well when is he going to be here?”

Al just shrugged her shoulders again while continuing her work.

The ravager looked a little annoyed with her responses and continued to leaned on the front desk.

“Who are you, I ain't never seen ya in here?”

AL thanked the heavens when she heard the back door open and turned to see iru walking in and continued her work once more.

“Stakar, what a pleasant surprise. How are you doing my friend,” Iru said as he hung up his coat and put on his work apron.

“Doin just fine. Whose the girl, ya finally needed some help?”

“That's AL, zippa and I have taken her in after she crash landed here on contraxia and seems to have a bit of amnesia, but she's good with a needle so I've given her a job.”

“Is she mute?”

“No but she wishes she was deaf at this moment,” AL said.

Stakar was taken back by the sudden comment.

“AL be nice, this is Stakar Ogord he's a ravager captain and a dear friend of mine.” iru said. But AL didn't seem to listen. “I'm sorry about her she's rather quiet and doesn't care much for company, so what can I do for you stakar?”

“Need ya to fix these,” he said as he set the bag he was carrying the front desk.

Iru took the bag and took a jumpsuit out of it to examine the damage. Some holes were in the sleeves and legs.

“What trouble did you get into this time, there's holes from blasters?”

“Just a little run in with the natives of a planet, no big deal,” stakar calmly said. He looked over to where AL was, “She a good tailor.”

“Yes, very good and fast too. So good i've had her work on Aletas garb several times,” iru said with a proud like smile.

“I could use a tailor on my ship.”

Iru's mouth fell open “You can't be serious stakar,” he looked back at AL.

“Iru you know better then anyone that a ravagers garb always needs worked on.”

“What about the tailor you have on your ship, he finally kick the bucket or something?”

Stakar gave a glance to iru that said it all. “Oh, so sorry to hear that,” iru said, “But why her? You of all people know that your ship is all male, I will not let a young women step foot on an all male ravager ship stakar,” iru said with a stern almost fatherly tone which made the corner of AL's lip turn up for a split second.

“With her mouth shut like that all the time I doubt any of them will bother her.”

Stakar walked behind the front desk on over to AL and she looked up at him with an annoyed frown.

“Girl I need a tailor on my ship and i'm offering you the job.”

“I got a job,” AL retorted.

“This one pays more.”

“Why me?”

“Because my good friend says your talented and fast and I need that on my ship. Ravagers need a full time tailor with them since we don't always have the luxury of stopping by here on contraxia all the time. I'm out of a tailor so I need one and I need the best.”

“Then why give your garb to iru?”

“A lot of Captains and high ranking ravagers prefer their garb to be done by the best, so they wait till they have a chance to get here on contraxia to give it to the best,” he said as he looked at iru then back to AL. “so what do ya say? You get your own room and a nice little space to work in too and on the plus side you get to travel as well.”

AL did like this life but she wanted to see more then just brothels and bars in the galaxy.

Stakar started speaking as she ended her thought “I'll give you some time to thi-”

“Sure,” AL said

Stakar paused then gave a smirk “Alrighty, it’s settled.”

“On one condition, I know what you ravagers do and I ain’t doing any of it. My job will be to tailor and that's it. Got it,” AL said with a stern tone and if her face wasn't covered by a mask stakar would see that she was giving him a glare.

“That's all I was asking for in the first place,” stakar said and gave a pat to AL shoulder which made her frown in disqust.

“Me and my crew leave in three cycles,” he turns to iru “You can get that all done by then right?”

“Of course I can, you should know. You've given me shorter time limits then that before,” iru said.

“Just making sure ya ain't getting slow on me with all that grey hair.”

“You're the one to talk.”

Stakar said his good bye and left the shop as AL finished the dress she was working on. Three cycles till she started her new job. Three cycles.

Tagged: @dicksoutformtl @loveisyondublue​

[susandsnell]

hello lovely, what do you think about a hypothetical GotG rock opera?

SAVED THIS ONE FOR LAST BECAUSE HOLY MOLEY

Anon, let me hug you. Let me kiss you. Let me live for you. 

Or, let me regale you with what I think. In exhaustive detail. And drag @mapleymood​ into this mess because she might appreciate it. 

First and foremost, rock opera is absolutely the way to go for a Guardians of the Galaxy theatrical adaptation. Initially, this would be the one rare, rare case where I’d actually be down for it to be a jukebox musical in that the plot point/diagetic presence of Meredith’s Awesome Mixes actually justifies the medium (and it’d be interesting to see which characters actually sing the songs, other than obvious canon moments like Come and Get Your Love, O-O-H Child, Meredith singing Brandy with Ego, the unseen choir gloriously heralding Yondu, Rocket and Groot with come a Little Bit Closer).

However, if we’re talking an original score, a rock opera that pays homage to the stylings of Meredith and Peter’s music tastes works perfectly, especially since the genre was born in about the decades where most of the songs on the Awesome Mixes were released.

Plot-wise? I can’t not incorporate elements of Vol. 2, what with its operatic themes of filial piety soured and subverted, and of course, heroic sacrifices and redemption of previous villains. If it were in multiple acts, you could condense both Guardians 1 and Vol. 2; or even in 2, I think, if you move a few things around and squeeze each film into an act. Also, Mantis. Absolutely needs to be in it, as well as the fantastically operatic villain that would be Ego. 

Vocally, I want Nebula to be an alto, Gamora either a mezzo or an alto, and Mantis and Meredith as sopranos. Peter’s a great lead tenor, while Yondu’s pieces have a country/bluegrass twang leitmotif. Drax is born to be a comic baritone, as is Groot.

I need some Bowie-esque stylings for the space exploration scenes (turntable sets please!), Queen for battles, and anything and everything in between for character pieces. 

In fact, here are some more ideas for songs/staging: 

1. “Starlord (Take My Hand).” Meredith’s death in the prologue is done in song a la Fantine or Mimi in La Boheme; she sings a soft duet in a gentle first run with Peter. She dies just before she finishes the song, and Peter can’t bring himself to finish it either. She keeps appearing as a lost Lenore figure for more than the brief flashbacks the films give us of her; a kind of guardian angel that often lingers in songs only Peter can hear. Perhaps she’s even seen as a shadow in the ensemble of some of his dance numbers; he’s shaking it and having a good time to a wonderful song, when there’s a single voice harmonizing with him that always makes him pause; her leitmotif creeps in. 

There’s only one proper reprise, of course, when she shows up as a vision as they’re fighting Ronan, and this time, Peter completes the song, just as the Guardians take his hands to disperse the power of the Infinity Stone – and they all join in the melody. Meredith holds Rocket’s hand where Groot ought to be. 

2.  I actually have a couple of silly ideas for Groot – the first being that “I am Groot” is all he sings and he has a solo number consisting of all of these, or, a la Quasimodo in the stage version of Hunchback, his spoken dialogue is all “I Am Groots” but he’s perfectly understandable through song lyrics. Of course, the “I am Groot” is so integral to his character we could have it that he doesn’t sing (except vocalizing) until his big climatic sacrifice in the battle over Xandar; a power soliloquy titled “We Are Groot.”  

3. Ronan was born to have a booming baritone dirge about the Xandarian treaty and the vengeance he demands. Thanos can sinisterly reprise this at him at any point.

4. Nebula’s aria/soliloquy. I’m talking sick guitar riffs. I’m talking angst. I’m talking backstory. I’m talking stage pyrotechnics, just ‘cuz. 

5. Drax’s Lament to flesh him out.

6.  Rocket and Groot’s introductory duet needs to be killer; sideshow and comedic, but also fast-paced – there also needs to be brief solos later in the show for Rocket backstory. 

7. ACTION SEQUENCES DONE THROUGH DANCE! THE KYLN ESCAPE! THE BATTLES! AAAHHH 

8. Angry duets are a must, but I absolutely insist upon Rocket and Yondu’s being a medley of reprises to show the vicious circles in which the two draw themselves; particularly, the twangy, Hadestown-esque leitmotif of Yondu’s and Rocket’s melody when he reveals he was a lab project. 

9.. Gamora and Peter love ballad called “Ones Who Dance.” 

10. Gamora could get an “I Don’t Know How To Love Him” -esque ballad of her own, albeit about finding herself and carving her own identity and wants now that she’s free of Thanos. 

11. “This Is The Sea”, a number that starts out fun and bombastic and turns deeply sinister as Ego unveils his plans/the truth about Meredith. 

12. “Help You Sleep,” starts out as a sweet little ballad to introduce Mantis as a character/her powers and exist diagetically as a sort of lullaby she uses for Ego but then she gets a belting reprise when she knocks him the fuck out later on. (And Thanos.) 

13. Big ensemble numbers for the Sovereign (more traditionally operatic) and the Nova Corps

14. Listen, I don’t know about you, but The Collector, aka Tanaleer Tivan, needs a “King Herod’s Song” style number yesterday. 

13. “Hordes of Freedom (The Ravagers’ March)” as an unforgettable theme for the Ravager crews; we might even have an earlier montage through dance where it’s sung if we want scenes of Peter’s childhood. Solos for Yondu (in his signature style), Kraglin, and later, Aleta, Stakar and the rest at Yondu’s funeral. 

14. “Family Ties,” as a multi-part counterpoint; the duet that resolves things somewhat between Gamora and Nebula, and another duet between Peter and Yondu as the latter rescues the former. There are hints of Meredith’s melody throughout – likewise, Yondu can’t finish the song, this time. Peter forces himself to. This might condense both arcs as happening concurrently, or maybe I just love dying and being dead and feel like you should have “You will always be my sister” and “He may have been your father, boy, but he wasn’t your daddy” juxtaposed directly. 

14. Yondu’s funeral should be the grand finale. And as I imagine the arrow golden dust would be very hard to stage, he should ascend to some sort of catwalk/higher level of the theatre, where Meredith, and the other beloved dead (adult Groot’s giant costume?), stand. 

15. Puppet groot? Giant costume? Who knows. 

WHAT A QUESTION. (Everyone else, please feel free to add.) Anon, I owe you my firstborn. 

[vasilisasdolls]

Eng: More Shinya WIP photos! Today is about... Nails, fins and materials I use. 💅🐠 I use this free-formable thermo-plastic material from @formxspain, pouring the little balls into hot water and while the material is warm, I make the shape. Sometimes I have to keep the thermoplastic under water still enough hot, till I get the shape I want... Yesss, it burns a bit, but I can do it thanks to my dragon skin 🐲😁. Really, I have some kind of resistance to heat, cos I love very, very hot drinks, coffee ☕, tea 🍵 and meals 🍜! On topic again, sorry 🙏... For the nails I do a thin layer and then cut one by one 😅! And the finish touch is a crystal clear resin called here "la pajarita" (the she lil bird, in Spanish), to give them volume. Please swipe 👉 to see the process and materials pics. . Esp: Más fotos del proceso de creación de Shinya! Hoy se trata de... Uñas y aletas y los materiales que utilizo. 💅🐠 Utilizo este material termoplastico de @formxspain, echando las pequeñas bolitas en agua caliente y mientras aún está calentito le doy la forma. A veces tengo que mantener el termoplastico dentro del agua aún caliente hasta que consigo la forma deseada... Y siiii, quema un poquillo, pero puedo hacerlo gracias a mi super piel de Dragón 🐲 😁. De verdad, tengo algún tipo de resistencia al calor, porque me encantan las bebidas, el café ☕, té 🍵 y las comidas 🍜 muy, muy calientes! Volviendo al tema, lo siento 🙏... Para las uñas modelo una capa muy finita y corto una a una 😅! Y el toque final se lo doy con una resina cristal llamada La Pajarita que le da el volumen. Porfa, desliza 👉 para ver el proceso y foticos de los materiales. #WIP #artdoll #ooak #nails #thermoplastic #friendlyform #formx #lapajarita #crystalclearresin #resin #workinprogress #procesodecreacion #uñas #thermoplastic #resina #uñasdepega #fakenails #dollnails #ooakdoll #ooakartdoll #artistdoll https://www.instagram.com/p/BtB-RmRArFZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=48zekwpt54rx

[sparkflowerblue]

tarn’s a weird emotional cryptid

[discord log of the keeping up with the skywalkers au w/ @flameofnyon]

ur a princess rodimus: Coming back from non-existence was disorienting, to say the least. Rodimus was separated from the group that had been with him on the Rod Pod. Hell, the Rod Pod itself was gone and Rodimus was stranded. He didn't know if anyone else was back yet - he'd sent out a comm, but hadn't gotten any answers yet. This was the worst part - not knowing if his crew, his friends, his family was out there. He really had no choice but to wait and wonder until someone answered. He'd keep trying the comms until then. "Rodimus to any Lost Light crew, come in. Repeat, any member of the Lost Light, this is your captain speaking, please respond."

darth tank: The comm was probably an accident, because he definitely was not Lost Light crew. Tarn considered not answering for awhile, before he gave in to the inevitable. ::Rodimus Prime. Coordinates attached.:: He'd meet him in person, just to see how he was.

ur a princess rodimus: Rodimus gave a start at the response. The voice on the comm was definitely not anyone he recognized. Not to say he knew every mech on his ship personally and could tell each of their voices from the next, but he'd definitely remember a voice that that. And no one on his ship ever called him 'Prime'. So clearly, this was not one of his crew. But curiosity always got the better of him and Rodimus acknowledge the comm and headed for the coordinates provided. They weren't far and it didn't take long for him to drive there. Returning to his root mode, Rodimus stood tall and with the air of confidence he took when he didn't want anyone to know he was uncertain of his decision. "Got your response. Show yourself, whoever you are."

darth tank: Tarn shifted uncomfortably for a moment, before he finally stood from where he'd been tucked down behind some old debris. "Rodimus Prime." He straightened slightly, stepping out and forward, though he at least tried to be slightly less intimidating than he knew he was. "You're alive, then."

ur a princess rodimus: Rodimus, to his credit, didn't back down when Tarn revealed himself. He knew who he was - hadn't he just seen footage of the DJD at work during Megatron's trial? Who didn't know who Tarn was at this point? He wasn't going to let the mech terrify him, though, and he stood straighter still. "Takes more than my ship disappearing to kill me."

darth tank: Tarn inclined his head slightly. "So it seems." He was careful tp keep any emotion out of his voice, lifting his head again to study the smaller bot. He hadn't seen him in--since the beginning of the war, really. He'd still been a baby. He had no idea what he was like, and that was a little nerve wracking. "Loking for your crew, then?"

ur a princess rodimus: "What's it to you?" Rodimus asked. He put his hands on his hips, optics narrowed slightly. He could tell Tarn was studying him and he wasn't sure he liked this. Tarn, infamous leader of the Decepticon murder squad, stood in front of him and he wasn't being ripped to pieces. "Where's the rest of your merry murderers, Tarn?"

darth tank: Treads twitched in response to the question. "Off murdering, probably. We're in Galactic Council territory, they're probably having a grand time." He'd rather they didn't, but it meant they were not here, where Rodimus and his crew would be reappearing. "Looking to join them?"

ur a princess rodimus: Well, if the rest of the DJD was busy with the council, then Rodimus didn't have to worry about them going after his crew. That was somewhat of a relief. Rodimus wasn't about to relax though; he'd heard the rumors that Tarn was the most dangerous of the DJD, with a voice that could snuff out a spark with just the right tone. Which made him a little uneasy about holding a conversation with the mech, but at the same time, Tarn was giving off no indication that he was going to kill him. Which Rodimus found very strange. "The only ones I'm joining is my crew, as soon as they're all back together. Sorry to disappoint if you were thinking you needed a new mech on board with your murder-y boy band."

darth tank: "No, I think all the slot are full. We're a five mech group, you'll notice." He relaxed slowly, leaning back against the largest bit of debris behind him. "I don't suppose First Aid is on your crew now? Delphi's been abandoned, it seems. I don't suppose you know the story behind that, do you?"

ur a princess rodimus: Rodimus narrowed his optics at Tarn again at the mention of his brother's name. He knew from what he'd been told about Delphi that Tarn had been... nice to First Aid and it made him even more suspicious of the mech in front of him. What did Tarn want with his brother? "First Aid's with us, yes. A couple of my crew rescued him and Ambulon from Delphi. That's all you need to know, as far as I'm concerned."

darth tank: "Ah. Good, then he isn't dead." He was relieved to hear that; he'd seen the corpses, the rust plague riddling their bodies, from the entrance where someone had smashed into the clinic, but avoided going inside to be sure he wouldn't get infected himself. A bot they'd had on hand had been made to go inside, in fact, to be certain it was empty, then shot before he could return and possibly infect them. "I wondered, after the bodies."

ur a princess rodimus: "You're oddly invested in both Aid and I being alive," Rodimus noted. He boldly moved forward, approaching Tarn and looking up at him - Tarn was much taller than he was, but Rodimus wasn't about to back down from that. He wasn't scared of Tarn at this point. In fact, he was curious why Tarn wasn't killing him, why he was so invested in both First Aid and himself. "For a mech with a reputation for death, you're glad Aid and I aren't. What's up with that, Tarn?"

darth tank: He leaned back slightly, shrugging. A supremely odd motion for someone like Tarn. "Does it matter why I'm interested?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I liked the little medic. He was... very talented." Understatement, but he was proud of Aid. "Can't I be pleased someone with talent is alive?"

ur a princess rodimus: "Explain why you're so interested in me, then. Aid, I get. He's always been the better one of us." Rodimus wasn't bitter about it, like he was with other mechs better than him - notably Thunderclash - he was just as proud of his brother as their guardians had been. "Me, I'm just the loud mouth, hot headed, wannabe Prime. Why should the leader of the DJD be glad I'm alive? Shouldn't you be disappointed that Megatron's shot to my spark wasn't the end of me?"

darth tank: Tarn's hands clenched at that, before he forced them to uncurl. "Don't assume you have any idea what I should think," he stated finally. "There's a lot you don't know or understand, Hot Rod." He shifted away from him, looking around to see if they were still alone. "Things you can't know."

ur a princess rodimus: Rodimus tensed at his old name. "Don't ever call me that." He'd left that name behind, wanting a fresh start with a new name that gave him a better sense of the mech he wanted to be and less of the screw up who'd trusted the wrong mechs, made the wrong decisions. "My name is Rodimus. "

darth tank: He gave him a long look, before he huffed softly. "Hot Rod was the name you were given," he muttered, more to himself. "Rodimus, then. It doesn't change anything."

ur a princess rodimus: He hated 'Hot Rod'. It reminded him of Nyon, of Ki Aleta, of stupid Dealer and the spark break he suffered because he'd trusted the wrong mech. "It changed everything. I've got another chance to be better than I ever was as Hot Rod and I'm taking it."

darth tank: Tarn sighed. "If you say so." He stepped away, turning away from Rodimus. "Regardless, don't assume I was glad when I was told you'd been killed by Megatron."

ur a princess rodimus: "Why not?" Rodimus wasn't going to let this go. "Who am I to you that you care whether I live or die? Why are you so interested in me and my brother?" It wasn't common knowledge that he and First Aid were brothers. Outside of the crew of the Lost Light, who were still surprised by the news, that was. Perhaps he shouldn't have let it slip now, but he had the distinct feeling that Tarn already knew. "The only other people who care that much about us are our dads. So who are you?"

darth tank: "The mech Megatron promised your death to." It was, technically true. He'd pleaded and begged for vorns before Megatron had finally declared Rodimus--Hot Rod--Tarn's kill. It had been the only way he could think to guarantee that no one else killed Hot Rod, who had joined the front lines by then. Even more so when he joined the Wreckers.

ur a princess rodimus: "So you are going to kill me." Rodimus still wasn't scared of Tarn. There was just - - some odd sense that Tarn was no danger to him. If Tarn was going to kill him, wouldn't he have done it a long time ago? It made no sense. No more sense than what First Aid had said about Tarn feeling safe to him at Delphi. When Rodimus thought about it, really thought about it, there was something familiar about Tarn's voice that he just couldn't place.

darth tank: "I didn't say that. I said your death was promised to me. I said nothing about taking it." He paused. "I heard Megatron defected to the Autobots and was placed on your ship. Is it true?"

ur a princess rodimus: So what was Tarn's deal? Rodimus studied him for a moment before carefully answering his question. "It's true. He defected and he's on trial. We're taking him to be judged. Optimus decided it was best to put him on the ship, gave him the position of captain. Which he shares with me, despite what he thinks."

darth tank: Tarn snorted. "He's always been talented at getting what he wanted, Pax. Even when he didn't have the authority to want it." He straightened abruptly. "Be wary of Megatron. He has a way with words, and spinning webs. You may be captain but it won't take long for him to turn your crew against you and place himself in power, make them look to him to solve every problem he lays at your feet."

ur a princess rodimus: "I'm already wary of Megatron, thank you very much. He raises his voice and I fully expect to be shot again." Even though the fusion cannon had been melted down, it wouldn't surprise Rodimus if Megatron got his hands on a weapon and killed him. He half expected Megatron to relapse and show his true Decepticon colors. "I'm surprised you aren't threatening to use me to get to Megatron, if I'm honest. He defect, declared the Decepticons disbanded, and ended the war. That's gotta sting."

darth tank: He scowled behind his mask, pointedly not looking at him. "Would it work?" he asked, blandly. "Taking yopu prisoner and demanding they give me Megatron in exchange? It's unlikely, you know. I know my former lord and master. He would simply tell them that you were already dead. Tarn doesn't make trades, you see. I might promise to return you unharmed but I'd just kill you once Megatron was in my hands. That's how the DJD works. He would know, he wrote the rules."

ur a princess rodimus: "Worth a shot." Rodimus shrugged. "I mean, it's not like they're going to believe I had a conversation with you and survived, either. The DJD doesn't just let Autobots go. Except apparently for me and First Aid." Again, he didn't think it was coincidence that he and his brother were the exceptions, but Tarn was being very evasive about the connections between the three of them.

darth tank: He scoffed quietly. "Just be careful of him. If he hurts you--" He paused. What, exactly, could he say? Megatron was still stronger than Rodimus. "Well, I'm sure you know what to do if he does. Anyway, I have things to do, a team to corral."

ur a princess rodimus: "If he hurts me, I have a security team ready to take him out." Just because Megatron was his co-captain didn't mean their security team wasn't on orders to keep an eye on him. So far, Megatron wasn't looking to hurt anyone - hell, he'd even passed up knocking Whirl out when the ex-Wrecker had needled him. "I'd say keep in touch, but I'm not sure either of us particularly want to."

darth tank: Tarn couldn't stop the laugh at that. "Well, I'm sure you wouldn't, at least."

ur a princess rodimus: "Oh, does Tarn, leader of the DJD, actually like talking to Rodimus, bane of Megatron's current existence?" Rodimus couldn't help the snarky comeback. He almost wanted to keep in touch, but it wouldn't exactly look good for him to be in contact with the DJD. "I'll give him your regards."

darth tank: "I'd rather you give them to Skids." He gestured, a vague sort of wave. "Goodbye, Rodimus."

ur a princess rodimus: "To Skids?" Rodimus wanted to question that, but Tarn made it clear the conversation was over and, coincidentally, his comms were going off - Magnus was trying to contact him. He turned his back on Tarn to answer the comm, glad to hear his second's voice again.

darth tank: Tarn began striding away, not wanting to be there when the others came to find Rodimus. That'd cause a fight, for sure.