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sankttealeaf · 1 year ago

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gaze upon the stars

pairing ; gale x (cleric) gender neutral!reader

summary ; you make a comment that you've never really seen a meteor shower before, and Gale decides to correct that | AO3

other info ; you know who you are who wanted this3<3 enjoy just pure softness with everyones favourite wizard man<3 gale u are always a winner in my eyes. they star gaze, they kiss, that's it, it's so self indulgent!!

word count ; 4.8k

Your nightly routine usually involves one last check in with your companions before you retreat to your tent. It’s something you actually look forward to doing, gathering up everyone’s opinions on the day and where they think you should go next. As you finish up your conversation with Lae’zel, your attention shifts to where Gale’s tent is after hearing a small commotion coming from that direction. You approach hesitantly, seeing the wizard leave his tent with an arm full of books and a slightly befuddled look. When he sees you, his face lights up.

“Just the person I wanted to see!” Gale grins, arms outstretched which causes the books to scatter on the floor. "I've been meaning to ask you a very important question." He holds up a book you vaguely recognise to be about the stars. “Are you busy? If you are, I highly suggest clearing those plans.”

“Hello to you too, Gale,” you laugh, taking the book from him and giving it a quick flick through. Lots of dense information about space and the cosmos and what to look for when searching the stars. It’s a little intense for a nightly read before bed so you hand it back to him. “What are you doing, exactly?”

"How are you with heights?" he asks, packing something away into a carriable box before giving you a grin. You have seen that look before - he has a plan in mind and is about to rope you into it.

"How tall are we talking?" You glance at his packed bag and the other box at his feet, eyebrows raised in curiosity. He quickly places the book you just had into his bag as he stands.

He points eastward. "There's a hill not too far from here that overlooks the valley. It may make someone with a distaste for heights a bit queasy." He picks up his things, nodding in the direction with his head. "There's a meteor shower forecast for tonight and we’re going up there to get a good spot to watch it."

The strange box makes sense now, it houses his telescope. You give him a nod, stepping aside to give him space to walk past you. He begins to walk but stops himself, giving you a look.

"You never answered my question."

You blink and give a shrug. "I'm alright with heights."

"Excellent!" He pushes the box with the telescope into your arms. "I've packed some food for us as well in case all that stargazing makes us hungry."

You're a little confused but before you can question him he's walking off in the direction of the hill, leaving you holding his telescope with no other choice but to follow him.

"Are you coming?" he asks, turning to give you a look of impatience. "The stars aren't going to wait."

"Normally people ask if they want to go stargazing before you hand them a telescope," you say as you rush to fall into step with him, not wanting to get left too far behind.

"You said you wanted to see this earlier."

You recall a conversation you had with Gale this morning where he told you about various meteor showers and you mentioned that you would love to see one. It's funny, you didn't think it would be so soon.

"This particular set of meteors that are due to fly over only occur once in every three hundred years! You're in for a treat tonight," he says through a grin, obviously excited for this little excursion out. As much as you would have liked an early night, watching the stars with Gale isn't a bad way to spend your evening either. It could be worse, after all.

He summons four iridescent purple balls of light to follow you both, two around him and two around you as to help light the way. You can’t help but reach out to gently touch the glowing orb, feeling a small shock touch your fingertips. The magic feels different to your own, a spark of arcane energy crackles from the orb as you pull your hand back. You've never really thought about the difference between arcane and divine magic before - it's not something you ever needed to think about, but watching as the orbs float alongside you gets you wondering. There's been several times where you've seen Gale cast spells and for the most part they're exactly the same as how you use your magic. You've always wanted to sit down and ask him how he channels his arcane energy, to make notes on ways your magic was alike and ways they differ. There's never been a good time for it.

The journey doesn't take too long, ten minutes at most. You fill the silence by talking to Gale about what's happened so far on this journey and where he thinks you all should go next. His plans align up with what you wanted to do which is always reassuring to hear. Sometimes you overthink what should come next and get too in your own head with each move you make, so it was comforting to know that you are on the same wavelength as someone else.

The hill overlooks the entire valley and there’s definitely some height to it - you can see why Gale asked about having a fear of heights earlier. The dancing lights move ahead of you, illuminating a spot that seems to be the perfect place to stargaze at. Gale dismisses them with a wave of his hand and they move like lightning, dissipating into thin air.

“Your magic is so pretty,” you say as you reach the spot the lights were just at. “It’s so… you.”

He looks taken aback by that comment, unsure of how to respond to it. “No one’s ever said that before. Usually it’s all about the power it holds but never about the aesthetic…”

“Well, they should say it more.” You give him a warm smile, a gentle tap on his arm as you pass him to place the box holding the telescope down. Despite how beautiful it looks it is certainly heavy and you are glad to be rid of the weight.

A soft blanket is spread across the grass, the moonlight providing you both with enough light to be able to set up the space with ease. Gale begins to take out the telescope, reassembling it with a well practised ease that has you staring a little too long.

“Have you done much stargazing?” he asks, readjusting the positioning of the telescope.

“I mean, I look at the stars often. Not in depth or anything,” you say with a glance up to the night sky.

He nods in thought, looking up at the twinkling lights and pointing. "Up there. Look."

You take a step closer to him, eyeing the area of sky Gale is pointing towards. "What am I looking at?"

He moves to stand behind you and tilts your head more to the left, his touch ever so gentle. His hand lingers on your cheek as you spot what he has been pointing at - a small cluster of stars just below the moon, twinkling in sync with each other. It is beautiful.

"Woah," you say softly, watching the stars fade in and out. You count around seven of them, all huddled together in one close area, shining and sparkling in a way that you seem to understand.

“Scholars reckon that cluster is due to burn out soon,” he says as he steps back. “In the next twenty years or so they might not even be in the sky anymore. A shame, really.”

“That’s… pretty sad, actually. They’ll just cease to exist?” You turn your gaze away from the stars, seeing him set up the telescope to point over at where you were looking. “We’ll never see them again?”

“Such is the life of a star. To exist, to die. Only ever looked upon long after you’re gone.” He peers through the scope, leaving you to sit with the words he just said.

In a strange way you can’t help but project onto that. All the things your God throws at you, hoping one day to be seen as a champion for them, only to be looked at in awe by other acolytes long after you’re here. Stars and martyrs seem to share similarities. You hope you wouldn't burn out before all that though. Everything you do has to mean something. It has to.

A gentle tap on your arm brings you out of your thoughts as Gale waves you over, retreating from the telescope to allow you to take a look through it.

“Look here, this is something extraordinary,” he says as you approach, leaning down to peer through the scope.

“Holy shit… A planet?” You pull away to look at him with wide eyes as he nods with matched enthusiasm. “You’re kidding. That’s an actual planet?”

“One of them!” He smiles as you spend a few moments looking at the planet normally and then through the telescope. “If I can remember where the others are located, I am more than happy to point them out to you. It may be the wrong time of year to see some of them clearly, though.”

“It’s so pretty. You can see so many colours through this,” you say in awe, a hand holding the telescope to steady yourself. It gets nudged out of place and suddenly you’re looking at a small set of stars - stars that you are certain you didn't see normally. “There’s so much out there… How do you remember where everything is?”

“Practice. Lots of it. Name me a star and I can most likely point it out to you,” he says, a hand on your shoulder as you stand up from the telescope.

“I don’t really know many star names,” you admit sheepishly, but that doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

“Even better!” He begins searching the sky for a moment, before pointing towards something. “See that?” The star he’s pointing towards is bright, probably the brightest in the sky. He’s standing behind you, arm outstretched in front so you can follow where he was pointing at.

“It’s bright. Wait - I know this. It shows the direction of true north, right?” You look at him, noticing how close your faces were in this position. You mentally send a prayer to your God that the moonlight wasn’t bright enough to show the blush spreading on your cheeks.

“Right on the mark.” He drops his hand, letting it rest on your other shoulder. You aren’t sure if you imagine it but you swear you feel a familiar spark as his hand rests on you, similar to what you felt when you touched the dancing light orb.

“I think I can consider myself an expert at the night sky now. Best watch out, people are going to start asking me for knowledge on the stars instead of you,” you tease, leaning back to nudge into him with a playful smile.

“Alright then, my star expert. Where’s Jassa’s Dagger?” He takes a step back, a look on his face that you can’t work out. Your eyes turn to the stars and you search for something that looks anything like a dagger. The stars blend into one the longer you search and you give Gale a sigh, admitting defeat.

“Nothing up there looks like a dagger. If you point to some stars in a similar area and say it’s supposed to be a dagger, I will walk back to camp,” you say, though the threat is empty.

He holds back a smile. “I was cheating a little. Jassa’s Dagger is only seen in winter in the north.”

“I can’t believe you would do that to me.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, retreating to sit down on the blanket. “C’mon, self-appointed star expert, show me the stars.” You pat the space next to you, eager to listen to him tell you everything he knows about the night sky. The two of you lie back on the blanket, the evening only beginning.

The moonlight is soft and gentle across Gale's face as he looks up at the sky, an arm behind his head as he points out different constellations to you with an eagerness that warms your heart. Seeing him in this light, in this moment where it's just the two of you, makes you want to be selfish and keep it like this. Would everyone miss you back at camp? Would they even notice?

"It's so beautiful, isn't it?" he says softly, a smile on his face as his eyes scan across the stars. You haven't been looking at what he was showing you, too enamoured by him to look away. The star's beauty is nothing compared to him, you thought.

"Yeah, really beautiful," you reply, though you weren’t talking about the stars.

He catches your gaze on him, and in this light you can see his cheeks flush red. "I thought we were stargazing… not Gale-gazing."

You let out a laugh. "Can't it be both?"

There’s a moment where he considers something and he keeps his eyes on you for a little longer. “Only if it goes both ways.”

Now it’s your turn for your cheeks to warm up and you turn your gaze back to the stars, feeling his eyes on you as you pretend like everything is fine. It wasn’t, you can feel your heart racing and you hope that it wasn’t too noticeable.

A quiet settles over you both as you look at the night sky. Nothing but a slight breeze breaks the peace you have around you and you wish you could pause time to stay like this forever. It’s such a nice change of pace from running around all day, surviving by the skin of your teeth. You find yourself looking back at Gale once you are certain he’s no longer looking at you, and a smile crosses your face. He looks so at peace here. Another reason why you want to stay like this, you suppose. For so long you’ve both been dealt problems after problems and to finally carve out a moment’s peace? You want to be selfish. You feel like you deserve to be selfish right now.

He catches you staring again and moves his arm, an invitation for you to move closer to him if you want. It’s something you accept almost immediately, resting your head on his chest with a soft sigh of content. There’s only been a handful of times where you had an excuse to be this close to Gale and you were going to savour every moment of this. He’s warm, and in this proximity you can smell the faintest hint of old books, like you’ve just stepped foot in a library. It’s comforting and you ease yourself into his arms, gazing back up at the sky.

Now that you are both in the same space, he begins to point out specific stars and constellations to you, talking softly in detail about each and every one of them. His voice is calming; you could quite easily fall asleep to the sound of him. Maybe once all of this was over you could curl up in his arms with a good book with no worries except what to read afterwards. A quaint and quiet life away from tadpoles and illithids and sleeping in the middle of nature. You couldn’t help but feel a little silly for imagining a life with Gale once the tadpole is removed, having no idea if he even felt the same way towards you. You’re reminded that he’s quite literally holding you in his arms right now and took you stargazing because you brought it up earlier today. Perhaps it isn’t as one sided as you thought.

As you gaze up at the sky, looking at each star Gale points at that makes up a constellation, your eyes are suddenly drawn to some movement further west. Darting across the sky in a beam of light is what you only assume is a meteor.

“I just saw something go across the sky,” you say quickly, tapping him in excitement and pointing in the direction of where the meteor flew by. Another moves across the sky and you grin widely, sitting up to get a better look. Gale follows, arm behind you and shoulder touching yours. He lets out a small gasp when another meteor is seen.

“Incredible! I wasn’t expecting them to be seen until later on,” he admits and you thank the stars for their early arrival.

Seeing each meteor race across the sky, sometimes multiple at a time, is wondrous. It amazes you how these things are possible and how this is the first time you were properly paying attention to it. So much of your nights were staring blankly at the sky and waiting for sleep to come but this was so different. You are actually enjoying it.

After a rather particularly dazzling set of stars shoot across the sky you turn to Gale to see his reaction but you’re met with his soft gaze on you instead.

“Hey… I thought we were stargazing,” you say quietly with a grin, ignoring how you are certain you are blushing. It’s fine when you were the one looking at him but to be on the receiving end makes you feel very flustered.

He doesn’t reply for a beat, instead moving a hand to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear ever so delicately. “I’ve seen a million stars, but nothing as beautiful as how you look right now.”

It is unexpected to the point where you have to remind yourself to breathe. Gale's hand rests on your cheek and you find yourself leaning into the touch.

"Three hundred years is a long time to wait for the next meteor shower," you whisper, hand coming up to rest atop of his.

"The stars can wait," he replies.

You can't help but laugh softly. "That's not what you said earlier."

He smiles in response and goes to reply, but his eyes are drawn upwards and drops his hand from your cheek. You’re met with the cool night air again and cannot help but miss his touch already.

Above you the sky lights up with many trails of stars shooting across the space. When one disappears another takes its place and if your mind wasn’t so full of thoughts you would think of some poetic line about people and burning out and divinity. But right now all you could think about was Gale. As you look back across at him, you get the sense that he’s equally as distracted.

You reach for him, hand resting on his chest as the thought of how willing he was to sacrifice himself for everything crosses your mind. A frown forms on your face at that, the idea that things could be so very different if you had let him.

“I’m glad you’re still here,” you whisper. Part of you hopes it was quiet enough that he didn't hear it but when his eyes widen ever so slightly at your comment you wish you had said it louder, to tell the Gods that they were not going to take the people you care about from you that easily.

“I’m glad, too,” he replies, his hand brushing against yours for a second. “As much as my sacrifice would help, I would miss these little moments… with you.” He takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles. The gesture is unexpected yet he does it so gently you swear your heart misses a beat.

It’s like time freezes, as Gale looks up at you with a small smile. You brush your hand against his cheek, finding yourself leaning closer to him. There’s a mix of emotions you are feeling as the space between you both grows smaller - nerves and excitement course through your veins.

“Is this alright?” he whispers as you give him a nod in response, a smile spreading across your face.

The kiss is gentle, short but sweet yet his touch lingers on you in a similar way to how your magic lingers after casting. It’s addictive and you cannot help but want more.

After living your life for so long following the demands and pressure of your deity, to allow yourself to indulge in such mortal desires is something you have never considered before.

There’s still a hint of nervousness in the air, a hesitancy that echoes around the both of you. For so long the divine have played roles in both of your lives and now, in this space, it was just the two of you. No Gods, no outside opinions, just you and Gale and the millions of stars shining down upon you.

You didn't need the divine to tell you what to do or how to feel - you were allowing yourself this moment of peace in the middle of chaos.

It's like a thousand stars are inside of you, twinkling and burning brightly as he reaches for you, meeting you for another kiss. His arms wrap around you and you feel the nerves melt away. Your hands tangle in his hair as he pulls you closer, leaning back onto the blanket. A soft laugh escapes your lips as you adjust to the new position, his lips meeting yours before they could be apart for too long. The kiss turns from gentle and shy to something deeper, only growing with each touch and movement. It’s like nothing you could imagine and all you could think of was wanting more.

From the forest behind you a deep and sudden hoot spooks you both, an unexpected noise in the serene quiet you have carved out. A wave of divine energy leaves your hand on instinct, a guiding bolt scorching one of the nearby trees. The smell of burnt wood fills your nose as the flap of wings signals to you that the owl flies off, not wanting to be hit.

“You certainly showed that tree,” Gale says with a small laugh, hands resting on your waist as you turn back to him, embarrassed.

“I guess I’m slightly on edge still,” you reply, the warmth of your magic still coating your hands. Perhaps you overreacted to that. “Though, if anyone is sneaking up on us I think I scared them away.”

Gale sits up and draws a sigil in the air, bringing back the dancing lights. He sends them away, casting light around the forest to make sure no one is sneaking up on you. When the lights show nothing but trees you relax.

“Perhaps it’s time we call it a night?” he suggests. “The last thing we need is for one of our fellow companions to come searching for us and you scorch them into a crisp.”

“You’re right.” You move back to give him some space, turning your gaze back up to the sky. “Who knew the stars could be so much fun?”

He laughs, giving you a look that suggests that he knows it wasn’t just the stargazing you enjoyed. “I’m more than happy to lend you books on the stars if you’re enjoying yourself that much.”

“Only if you read it to me. I quite like the sound of your voice.” You note the blush on his cheeks when you say that, and he’s quick to turn his back to you to start packing everything away.

The dancing lights return to your little area, the purple orbs of light flickering around you as Gale begins to pack away the telescope. You sit, fingers grazing across one of the orbs with a curious intent. A tiny shock of energy responds to your touch and Gale turns to look at you with a frown.

“Everything alright?” he asks as you give a nod, moving your hand away from the light that floats by you. He looks from the orb to you and smiles. “You know I can feel when you interact with them.”

“You can?” You gently poke the light and he laughs, taking a seat opposite you.

“It’s more like I can sense when things are interacting with it. Good for things like a mage hand or bigger spells, useless for others,” he explains and you nod, moving the light away from your face so you don't blind yourself with it. “I assume you have a similar thing with your magic?”

You give him a shrug, never having thought of that. “I’m not really sure. Your magic feels a lot different to mine, which makes sense, I suppose… being that mine’s divine in nature.”

He looks at you curiously, head tilted to the side. “What does it feel like?”

“It feels like lightning, but smaller. Every time I touch the lights there’s a crackle of energy,” you explain, hand brushing over one of the orbs that is near you. “It’s like I’m standing outside just before a storm… everything’s on edge and there’s a sense of static in the air.”

Gale nods as you speak, purple light casting over the both of you as the dancing lights rotate around. He looks pretty in the light and you want to capture the sight of him in your mind forever.

“And what does my magic feel like? You’ve certainly experienced enough of it to know.” You grin. There’s been many times where you would be at Gale’s side to heal him after a rough round of combat. No matter how many times you told him to keep back he seemed to enjoy rushing in and obliterating anything that came towards him.

“Warm. It reminds me of home if I’m being completely honest. I feel safe,” he says softly and you weren’t expecting that. “Not to play favourites but I prefer the feel of your magic than Shadowheart’s. Hers is cold, slightly suffocating in a unusual way. Yours is like… a warm embrace from someone you love.”

You immediately feel that comment going to your head and even though you wouldn't dare tell Shadowheart that, it makes you feel… something. It is hard to pinpoint the exact feeling but you know that you were going to think about that for a long while now.

Safe. The word repeats around your head and you feel your chest well with warmth at the fact that Gale felt safe around you and your magic. The divine works in mysterious ways and they seem to have blessed you with this moment. It made all the times you’ve healed him worth it.

Once everything is packed away, you begin the walk back towards camp hand in hand. It’s nice, though the closer you get back to the others you can’t help but grow nervous. The quiet away from everyone has been nice and it’s a shame it was over. As much as you enjoy the company of everyone else, sometimes they could get a bit much. You give Gale a sad look as you let go of his hand, but he just nods in understanding. This was new. You didn't want to rush anything yet.

Scratch runs up to you both as you enter camp and you’re quick to give him as many scratches as possible to keep him from barking and waking everyone up. Not that it mattered much, but you preferred your late night excursion out with Gale to not become the camp’s latest gossip. You walk back to Gale’s tent, Scratch following at your heel.

“This was fun,” you say, setting down the telescope case. “We should do it again.”

Gale gives you a sly smile. “The stargazing? Or the…” he pauses, taking a quick glance around the other tents to make sure no one else was awake.

You’re quick to finish off his sentence. “Why not both?”

“I suppose you’re right. It was quite fun, even if it does feel a little juvenile to sneak away for a secret rendezvous of sorts.”

“Would you prefer it if everyone knew? We can always announce it loudly next time,” you say with a laugh as he’s quick to shake his head.

“Gods no. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps in the future? If this is a thing we are to keep doing… I do rather enjoy your company, you know.”

“So do I.” You look behind you, and when you are certain the coast is clear, press a soft kiss to his cheek.

As you start to take a step back, he catches your lips in a kiss. It’s over quicker than you would have wanted but you were both playing a dangerous game doing this so out in the open. But everyone was asleep, surely stealing kisses from him would be fine?

Against what your mind is telling you to do, you put space between you both. “Goodnight, Gale.”

“Goodnight,” he replies with a warm smile, watching you leave for a beat before heading into his own tent to hide how red his face was.

You retreat back to your own tent for the night, Scratch following behind you. Before you head inside to rest, you look back through the treeline up at the stars and smile. Maybe stargazing was more fun than you originally thought.

#gale x reader #gale x tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #; tealeaf's writing

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size0forhollywood · 1 month ago

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Metafiction

Pt1.

Content Warning: assault, space travel, fourth wall break attempt, NSFW, smut, Physical and mental harm, degrading, being held in captivity, penetration, SA, angry Sylus.

21+

Synopsis: you’re just an ordinary woman who regularly indulges playing a mobile game called Love and Deepspace…and occasionally read filthy fanfictions about your favourite character Sylus. Your whole world is turned upside down after rescuing a baby crow and you’re transported into a world where the game isn’t a game and Sylus is real…and all those fanfics you read did NOT prepare you for this.

A/N: I’ve had this idea stewing in my mind for a very long time. Please forgive me if it doesn’t translate well. But I hope you enjoy and join me on this mind bending journey. And if you bear with me..we will eventually see sylus’ sweet side.

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Your screams echo and make your ears bleed. Lights all colours of the cosmos blinding you in a blur of movement so fast you think maybe your eyes are bleeding too. Agony washes through you as it feels like your body is getting stretched thin like spaghetti and then bounces back to normal just for it to happen again.

You were falling, stars and space dust collide around you. Images of different worlds and planets surrounding you. Why is this happening? What is happening? You feel as though your heart is gonna burst from your chest with every stretch and pull.

Then you see it. An image of a black crow with glowing red eyes appears before you in a dusty haze, you reach for it feeling your fingers stretch towards the familiar bird.

As soon as your finger tips touch the dusty particles that make up the image of the crow a bright light shines and blinds you. You cover your eyes with your other arm and feel yourself falling hard and fast. Suddenly you collide with something hard, your face hitting hardwood floor. You groan as you lie there, body too weak to move.

“Who are you?” You hear two voices say in unison. You slowly raise your head, vision unfocused.

But you swear you can see two men dressed in black wearing bird masks. Confusion washes over you as you whisper.

“Luke? Kieran?” You don’t know why but these men do look like Luke and Kieran from the game. You notice them stiffen and their voice getting more aggressive.

“Who. Are. You?” They demand.

You can feel yourself getting nauseous and dizzy. Your vision goes blank and you pass out as you see them stepping towards you.

Your muscles start to twitch, consciousness slowly returns and you wake to the feeling of sore muscles and your head pounding. You’re still on the floor but you’re somewhere different.

It feels colder here and a chill runs down your spine as you feel you’re not alone.

“You’re awake.” A deep voice resonates in the air.

You look up eyes still blurry but you know that voice. How could you not. But this wasn’t possible. None of this is possible.

You suddenly feel a burning pain snaking around your body, you look down and see black and red mist enveloping you. You groan in pain as the mist lifts you into the air and brings you closer to the figure sitting on a chair. You land on your knees in front of him.

The painful mist still holding you in place. Tears stinging your eyes, you look up. Your vision is still blurry but you can make out the Silver hair and the deep, red eyes. There was no mistaking it.

“S..Sylus?”

The man’s brow furrows, he leans down and grabs your chin hard pulling your head up to look you in the eyes.

One of his eyes glows bright as he asks “who are you?”.

You tense your body expecting to feel some more pain in your head as you expect Sylus to read your mind but nothing changes.

He gets angrier being unsuccessful in his attempt to read your mind. You feel your body get jerked up into a standing position. The black red mist constricting you like a snake.

“Please..stop.” You beg. “I’m no one. I don’t know how I got here. I’m not from this world.”

Sylus steps closer, his hand on your jaw squeezing your cheeks together.

“Then how do you know me and my men.” His voice was deep and seething with rage.

Tears start to spill down your cheeks from the pain.

“How did you get into my base unnoticed?” His grip tightening.

“I..don’t know!” You sob through squished cheeks. “Please let me go” tears are falling uncontrollably now. Your body in so much pain, your head still pounding.

“Not until you answer my questions.” He growls.

A dark glowing tendril snakes up your body, you feel it slide up your neck and towards your mouth. Your eyes widen in fear as the black tendril goes into your mouth and before you could scream it plunges down your throat, suffocating you.

The sounds of you choking fill the room. You’re trying to scream, trying to move but you can’t. You’re paralysed and absolutely terrified. Just as the corner of your eyes go black, the tendril is yanked from your throat. You gasp and cough. Saliva dripping out the corners of your mouth.

“Please.. you don’t need to do this.” Your voice hoarse. “I’ll tell you whatever you need to know.” You sob.

“You’re right, I don’t need to.” He steps closer to you closing the distance. A finger smears the saliva on your lips. “I want to.”

“No please! Don’t!” You sob as you feel the black tendril touch your face. Unwilling to go through that again you pass out.

As you start to regain consciousness once again, you feel you’re somewhere softer. Your arms hurt, and you look up to see both wrists are handcuffed to a headboard above your head. You’re half sitting, lying down on what feels like the most comfortable mattress you’ve ever been on. A blanket covers your lower half.

Your eyes take in the dimly lit room. Dark velvety walls, dark carpet, beautiful goth paintings decorate your surroundings. Book shelves filled to the brim and by the corner sits an old timey record player.

You wriggle your wrists and pull on the cuffs but it’s no use. Your body is still aching and now your throat hurts too.

Your heart beat quickens. This isn’t how you thought your throat would hurt because of Sylus, is it y/n?

You shake your head and sigh to yourself. This can’t be real.

“This has to be a dream..” you whisper to yourself.

“It’s not a dream.” Sylus’ thick voice cuts through the silence.

You look towards the bedroom door to see him standing there leaning against the frame.

“Sylus..” you barely whisper. He starts slowly walking to you, each step closer putting fear in you.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

He’s standing over you now, once again grabs your cheeks with one strong hand and squeezes. One eye starts glowing as he tries to read your mind again but nothing happens.

He scowls and lets go.

“Why isn’t it working?!” You can feel his anger in every pore of your body and you get goosebumps.

“I-I don’t know.” He grabs your hair and you yelp in pain.

“I swear I don’t know!” You cry out. “Where I’m from there’s no such thing as evols or aliens. Nothing!”

You see his brow furrow even more and he pulls on your hair, stinging your scalp.

“Please! It’s the truth!” You sob. “Where I’m from you’re a video game character! You’re not real! None of this is real!” Tears are streaming down your face again.

Sylus let’s go of your hair and sits on the edge of the bed. “If none of it is real how did you get here?” His voice sharp like a hot knife.

“I don’t know.. I swear!” You start to ramble. “You’re just a character in a dating sim game, a virtual boyfriend. That’s how I know your name, how I know Luke, Kieran and Mephisto…”

“A virtual boyfriend?” Sylus looks at you with disgust and then he chuckles. There was no humour behind it, it was mocking. “How pathetic.”

He pulls back the blanket that was covering you from the waist down. Once the cool air pricks your skin you realise you’re not wearing any bottoms or underwear, you’re completely naked.

He rests a hand next to your hip and leans forward. His face only inches from yours.

“Tell me…are most girls pathetic like you to resort to a virtual boyfriend?” His hand starts to slide up your thigh. “Did you imagine what it was like to get fucked by me hmm?”

You try to keep your thighs together but he’s much stronger than you and spreads your legs. He leans in closer to whisper into your ear. “Did you enjoy it?”

You sob as you feel one of his fingers slide between your folds.

“Please stop..” you whimper. But he doesn’t.

“Stop? But look at you. You’re absolutely dripping.” He inserts his finger in you and you gasp at the intrusion.

“Please, I’ve told you everything..” more and more tears slide down your face and you try desperately to ignore the pleasurable feeling building inside you.

“This isn’t about getting information anymore.” He adds another finger, picking up his pace as he shoves his long fingers in and out of you. Feeling your tight hot walls as he does. “Say I do believe you. This is about humiliation.” He sits back and watches your reaction.

You screw your eyes shut so that you don’t have to see his red eyes staring you down. Your face feels hot and the tears just keep flowing.

“I’m begging you.. p..please stop…” you pull at your wrists but the cuffs just dig into your skin.

“You say stop but your body says don’t stop…it feels so good.” He taunts. You turn your face and try to hide it behind your arm.

“Look at me.” He demands. You don’t move. He starts thrusting his hand faster to the point of pain and you cry out. “I said look at me.” He growls.

You open your eyes and the red orbs send chills throughout your body. It was menacing. It was evil.

The door to the bedroom clicks open and Kieran walks in. He’s completely unphased about what is happening and talks to Sylus.

“Boss there’s been chatter of a wormhole that opened up around the same time she fell through. Luke and I are going to go investigate now.”

Sylus, still thrusting his fingers in you, just casually responds. “I’ll meet you two there.”

Kieran nods and walks out of the room closing the door behind him. You can’t believe that just happened, that he acted like nothing horrible was happening.

Sylus looks back at you, he curls a finger up and finds your g-spot. You gasp and moan and mindlessly buck your hips up.

“Look at that…” he says mockingly and he keeps rubbing that sensitive spot making your mind go crazy. Waves of pleasure surging through you but you hate it. At least you try so desperately to hate it and fight it.

“Are you gonna cum hmm? Cum for a fictional character like a pathetic, ugly woman?” The words are like ice shards slicing through you.

“Please..” you sob one more time but it’s too late. You cum and you cum hard on his fingers squeezing so tightly he can barely move them.

For a second you thought you heard him groan but you dismissed it as you ride out your orgasm. Your sobbing gets a bit louder as your mind starts to clear up.

Sylus scoffs and pulls his fingers out, wiping your juices on your thigh. He stands up, still looking down at you.

“Disgusting.” He doesn’t even cover you back up before heading to the door to leave.

You sniffle and sob and watch him walk away. Just as he reaches the door you speak up.

“I hate you.”

He pauses for a second, doesn’t even turn around.

“Good.” And with that he left shutting the door hard behind him.

It felt like hours had passed, your arms and wrists aching so badly. Your tailbone was starting to hurt now too, causing numbness in your legs.

You’re silently crying, wishing you were back home. You hear the flap of wings in the room and a black crow with red eyes and metal wings lands on the bed near your feet.

“Mephisto..” you whisper.

The crow tilts its head at you and starts hopping towards you. You can’t help but let out a tiny laugh. You’ve always liked birds. Especially crows and when they would hop like that.

“I found a bird like you..” you know whatever you tell Mephisto Sylus will hear but there was something comforting about the way Mephisto approached you.

“A little baby crow was injured outside my house..I helped him and nursed him back to health.”

Mephisto flapped his wings and came up to land on your shoulder. He nudged his head against your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile at the tender action. You leaned in and rubbed back.

“It was so cute. I even named him Mephi..after you of course.” Mephisto cawed in response.

“But as I was redressing Mephi’s bandages…his eyes..they just started glowing. I thought I was going crazy.” You felt Mephisto nuzzle against your cheek again, it was as if he was wiping away your tears.

“Next thing I know I’m surrounded by bright lights and feeling like I was getting sucked into a vacuum…it was horrible and painful. I honestly don’t know how or why I’m alive right now..” your voice begins to shake. You look at Mephisto.

“Then I saw you. With everything else I was experiencing I saw you. I reached out to touch you and a light so bright almost blinding me appeared.” More tears roll down your cheeks. “Then I end up on that floor in front Luke and Kieran.”

Mephisto spread his wings and cawed again. He took off and disappeared into a cloud of black mist.

“Good chat..”

You sigh and look up at the ceiling and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly.

How are we going to get out of this one y/n?

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#love and deepspace smut #sylus smut #sylus x you #sylus x reader

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mysticstronomy · 4 months ago

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WHAT IS AN ISLAND UNIVERSE??

Blog#422

Saturday, July 27th, 2024.

Welcome back,

No other science engages human curiosity like astronomy. From antiquity onward, attempts to comprehend the architecture of the cosmos have commanded a substantial fraction of humankind’s mental budget for intellectual endeavor. Only in the last century, though, have astronomers grasped the structure of the cosmos accurately. Just a hundred years ago, a great debate raged about the fuzzy patches on the nighttime sky known as “cloudy stars,” or nebulae.

Some astronomers believed that those cosmic fuzzballs resided within the Milky Way, the galaxy containing the sun and billions of other stars. In those days the Milky Way essentially comprised the known universe. But some experts suspected the nebulae to be very distant stellar systems much like the Milky Way itself — “island universes” populating the vastness of space. Skeptics argued otherwise, contending that the nebulae would be impossibly far away if they contained stars similar in brightness to the sun.

In October 1917, the prominent astronomer Harlow Shapley reported that the brightness of novae in various nebulae would place some of them millions of light-years away, in conflict with other measurements of rapid internal motion within the nebulae. (At such large distances, internal motion would not be perceptible.) “Measurable internal proper motions,” Shapley wrote, “can not well be harmonized with ‘island universes’ of whatever size, if they are composed of normal stars.”

The centennial of Shapley’s paper is not being widely celebrated, of course, because he was wrong — distant nebulae are, in fact, island universes (the measurements of internal motion supposedly ruling that out turned out to be bogus). But there is another anniversary worth celebrating this year — the dodransbicentennial (or dodrabicentennial) of the founding of the Cincinnati Astronomical Society in 1842. That event is noteworthy for its connection to one of astronomy’s greatest mysteries: who first coined the phrase “island universe.”

Often that honor is attributed to the philosopher Immanuel Kant. But Kant wrote in German, and he didn’t use any phrase that could be translated as “island universe.” He was among the first to figure out the nature of the Milky Way, though. From ancient times, skywatchers had wondered at the eerie dim glowing band of light visible across the nighttime sky (until modern light pollution drowned it out). Galileo’s telescope revealed within the milky glow a vast population of stars too distant and dim to discern with the naked eye.

More than a century afterward, in 1755, Kant reasoned that the Milky Way was actually a large lens-shaped disk, a system of stars (including the sun) analogous to the sun’s system of planets.In essence, the Milky Way was the universe, a grand collection of countless worlds — stars surrounded by planets, possibly inhabited. Kant further speculated that the Milky Way was not alone. Nebulae, it seemed to him, were too big to be merely dim fuzzy stars. He deduced them to be at a great distance (too far for their individual stars to be detectable), each of them another entire “universe” like the Milky Way.

But he didn’t call them islands. When he used the German word for island (Insel), he was referring to things like Jamaica, or an uninhabited planet. When Kant said “these elliptical figures are just universes,” the actual term he used in German was Weltordnungen, which is literally translated as “world orders” (or in some places Weltgebäuden or Weltsystemen, world systems).

Originally published on https://www.sciencenews.org

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, July 31st, 2024)

"DOES DARK ENERGY EXIST??"

#astronomy #outer space #alternate universe #astrophysics #universe #spacecraft #white universe #space #parallel universe #astrophotography

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schwarz-san · 1 year ago

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Danny is a normal fourteen year old boy in a household in a normal family.

His parents are doctor and engineers and has a smart older sister who likes psychology. He has a goth and a technerd as bestfriends in a normal highschool.

Then all of a sudden he's been kidnapped to be used as a sacrificed to a Eldritch Death God from beyond by some cult that literally came out of nowhere—

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Danny is a normal kid.

Well, as normal as a kid of a couple with triple doctorates in Chemistry, Engineering and Demonology as well as black belt in multiple martial arts could be anyway .

He has a older sister that is interested in Psychology and proficient with Matial arts.

He's friends with a rich rebellious goth girl who likes plants and a tech genius boy who could probably hack pentagon if wanted that likes meat.

Life is fine.

Then he got interested in demonology and started reading his parents books.

(Maddie and Jack is so proud, their boy is following their footsteps!)

He then read something about a High Ghost King of The Infinite Realm from one of their ancestral books from his dads side. Way back when the Fentons was still called Fentonightingale's and still worked as the greatest and most infamous supernatural hunters around in the olden days.

He got hooked very quickly.

He studied and research more and more about the Ghost King, learning that its existence could be seen through out multiple civilization and mythology all across the globe and has been around way, way back to ancient greece, china, japan, egypt and so on.

He learned that it was considered as a Death God, Eldritch in nature in some cases. That its also represent life and death, balance, Stars, Planets, space and the entire cosmos itself as well as the sea of possibilities, that is simply known as the multiverse in modern culture.

It was known through various titles such as The Balance between Realms, The Absence of Heat, The Protector, The Great One, Halfa and many more with the title High Ghost King of the Infinite Realms being his most notable one.

Danny loves learning about the ghost king and the infinite realms.

On how it was the afterlife, and how it hold all other afterlife with itself. Its pantheon, its customs and its king.

Life is fine.

He graduate highschool with honors and recently got accepted in college, aiming for Engineering.

(He may love studying the supernatural but he still loves space and still defenitely aim to be an astronaut.)

Life is fine.

Then it reality came crashing down all in a blink of an eye.

His family got caught in a rouge accident while visiting gotham, only danny survived.

People who wants his parents tech and research are all hounding danny for their patents, for their tech, their researchs.

And they never stop.

Time passess and Danny is just tired of everything.

He dropped college.

He's pennyless.

Jobless.

His friends are out of reach.

(He heard rumors about the government and high standing people hounding them as well due to their connection with him)

And pretty much after that, he loss just about everything he has.

All except his fenton family heirloom books and his parents researchs.

So he lays on the floor of his crappy rundown apartment, disheveled, thick dark lines under his eyes, and unshaven face. His books, his parents research scattered and discarded around him on the floor along with numerous empty bottles and cans of beer and alcohol. Some bottles were even broken.

Danny is drowning and life is not fine.

Despair clawed deep in his chest as he continue to drowned in just about everything.

Despair

Sadness

Anger

Hate

Loneliness.

So on, so forth.

It was too much. Too much for a simple man like him too bear alone.

Until one day, he just can't anymore.

Broken shard from empty bottle of beer fall on his hand and his mind swirls. Every emotions, every suffering and all of his despair cultivating in to a potent, potent poison like poisonous critters fighting inside a poison jar.

He raised the broken shard in his hand before his bloodshot eyes fell on a discarded open book on the floor.

The Fenton family heirloom.

One that mentions the King of the Infinite Realms.

Then all of a sudden, memories rush back to Danny like water from a broken dam.

His childhood.

His parents.

His sister.

His friends.

His dreams of flying out of the planet.

His obsession with the ghostking and the ghost zone as his family labeled it.

His happy memories.

The accident that take everything away from him.

On how he loss everything.

On how… he doesn't have anything else to lose.

The fact that he doesn't have anything else to lose.

Tired, resigned and resolved, danny made his decision and blood fell to the floor.

Danny is an engineer.

A very smart one infact that he was often compared to the likes of Tony Stark and Reed Richards.

CEO of Fenton Works and formerly, Dalv co. (His Godfather insisted of making Danny inherit everything and Danny doesn't have the heart to refuse a dying man) , which he merged with his parents small company with the same name Fenton Works.

They are advance compared to other tech companies and could keep up to Stark's tech (probably one of the very very few that could keep them on their toes) that continue to ridiculously advance at a terrifying pace due to continuous study of alien tech that Stark manage to observe and get his hands on due to his superhero stint.

(No. Danny isn't jealous. Not by the fact that Stark could go in and out of space at his leasure. Not by the fact that he could go to other planets or the fact that he could meet real life aliens. No, shut up Tuck. Seriously dude, stop laughing–!)

Life is fine, he's engage and happy with his life and his family.

Then he got on a accident.

Sam is in coma, with no concrete time on when she'll wake up.

Her parents were angry of course but relented when they saw that state danny was in.

His arms were crushed and he cant feel anything from them.

The vary same hands that he use to craft. The very same hands that sam compliments whenever he made a new invention that made that hammer dude green with envy and made stark speechless.

Fenton work is declining. It wasn't obvious yet but they are slowly losing footing in the industry. All because he couldn't make anything new.

His parents helped, and the only reason that the company isn't crashing and burning to the ground yet. But even they could not totally prevent the company's slow and steady decline.

They then tried to find a way restore his hands.

They tried a lot of things, cybernetics to medical operations and medication, so on, so forth. They worked. But only by little as everything felt horryfyingly wrong whenever he tried any of his options, but for the sake of the fenton works, danny endured. Everything to ensure sam that everthing is alright the moment she woke up from her com.

It's been half a year since then.

Danny was in his office, typing on his computer with the Fenton Ghost Gloves on his hands that let him do work despite the condition of his hands when Wes suddenly barged to his office holding a flyer, yelling something about a way to permanently heal his hands and a possible way to wake up Sam from her coma.

That immediately got Danny's attention.

With hope in his eye and determination burning in his chest, Danny take the flyer and went to the place right of the bat. Lets just say that it wasn't what he was expecting at all.

Danny new of the supernatural. Kind of hard not to when your family have a been written in history books a the worlds greatest and infamous Supernatural Hunter bearing the Fentonightingale name and with Gods and all the magical shenanigans that keeps happening left and right that the Avengers have to deal with.

Which means that he shouldn't have been surprised that magic is involved with the flyer promising miraculous healing.

It's also strange (hah) to meet Stephen Strange again.

He knew the man, a little arrogant but definitely have the skills and talent to back it up. He also heared that he had an accident similar to his that led him to give up his medical career entirely unlike danny who make do with his fenton gloves.

Now he's a sorcerer, not just any sorcerer but The Supreme Sorcerer and may have been a Avenger now for all he knew. Doctor Strange, then gave him the option to either help him heal his hands or learn magic.

Danny chose magic of course.

(Sam would be so mad the he went on and learn magic on his own without her and Tucker)

Now, he just need to learn the magic to wake her up safely.

A year pass and Danny is a full bown sorcerer.

It baffled everyone how fast he learned that he's already nearing the Supreme Sorcerers level with only just a year. Definitely faster than the progress that Doctor Strange himself shown.

They all shuddered in horror once they heared his family name though, and Danny understand their reaction. A descendant of Fentonightingale himself, the greatest Witch Hunter, having magic is a image that they never would have imagine.

That said, it's also been a month since Sam woke up ( there was so much crying involve) and has been in rehab ever since.

She's mad that he learned magic own his own as expected and demanded that she and tucker learn it as well.

(He couldn't say no to her)

It also a shock to learn about Tuckers potential with magic, something about having Egyptian roots. Sam is jealous. Well, that was until she obtain some form of plant magic and make herself a walking terror to everyone.

(The illegal loggers and companies were not ready)

Meanwhile, Danny's specialty is tapping and looking through diferent dimentions, secretly of course, and space magic as well as exorcism related magic in honor of the Fentonnightingale name.

Life is well.

Until one day when he was scrying through other dimension, he encounter a very very large, endless dimension consisted of green skies. It's a dimension that Danny doesn't recognise so he got intrigue and he knew he should have told Doctor Strange immediately but well… his curiosity get the better of him and he take a peak. Just a little wee bit of peek and—

A massive Eldritch Eye looms and stare back at him.

"Uhhhhh—GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!"

It's been Eons and Danny has been The High Ghost King for quite a time.

Probably more considering that time in the Realms never really flows in a linear Fashion.

(He could tell, with all the time he spent at Clockwork's Lair, his position as the High King, dominion over Space and the fact that Time and Space are always intertwined and are lowkey perpendicular to one another so it's nly natural for him to do so)

Danny just got back from his vacation to another universe and may or may not have traumatize a lot of people (Arceus still won't remove the barricade he put at the Hall of Origins, Giratina may be traumatize as well but enjoys watching Arceus suffer so its worth it. Revenge for being lock away in his own lair. Hah!) And is feeling great! Sure Tuck and Sam were mad that he leave them with his own paperworks but can you say no to this adorable face? (Sam and Tuck grumbled as Danny make the Ookemon team he got from vacation to do puppy eyes with him and aim it to Sam and Tucker, like seriously, its not fair! Hes thousand years old how can he stay adorable after all that years!)

They forgave him but demand that they be included along when Danny decide to have another vacation. Though not before stealing his Pokemons and dumping athe backlogged paperworks on his desk.

Great…

So there he is, doing work like he hadn't taken a vacation and a Mt. Everest worth of paperworks.

(Danny doesn't know what he'll do with out his duplicates)

He's done about half of them (what can he say, hes fast and just want to go to bed) when he felt something.

He could feel it. The ripples from countless universes hapening everywhere all at once, they touched the surface of the Infinite Realms and made themselves known. Normally, ripples isn't something to be worried about. There will be people, gods, cosmic beings and such that will always deal with them one way or another so beings from the realms rarely bothered. This one though is different. Because it messes with the realms, something that almost never happened before.

Further more, he could feel something tugging at his core, which only happens when he was being summoned most of the time.

Putting his paperwork aside (oh yes, finally a valid excuse), Danny take a look to the one he could feel is scrying throigh the realms with magic.

He tuen Eldritch and peak back to the rude person peaking without permission.

Danny wasn't expecting to see a version of him scrying through the realms with sorcery of all things.

He shut his Sorcerer version's spell as he heard the man scream in terror.

(Danny snorted, for some reason, he found it hilarious)

Welp, I guess it's about time to visit Clockwork.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x marvel #dp x pokemon #ghost king danny #tw: implied death #summoning #angst #eldritch danny #something is happening #it's Danny's fault somehow one way or another #well #the other version of him at least #clockwork has things to answer #clockwork can't wait to tell him that hes the problem #danny calls bullshit #danny is destined to be connected to the ghost zone one way or another #if he wasn't #the Universe Destiny and Fateand the other forces of the universe he exist in make sure of it

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wandixx · 1 month ago

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You'll never find the aswers ch.1

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Story summary: M'gann was having an amazing day. She met with her civilian friends, drank an amazing smoothie, saw a cute dog. For a few hours, she didn't have to think about problems that took more than 20 minutes to solve. For a few hours, she could just be Megan.

And then there was a scream of a woman, mother, who thought too loud and faded too fast and M'gann wasn't enough to save her and it made her whole world come crashing down

And then Danny found her, with a soft smile and patient voice. He kneeled beside her to pick up the pieces.

And shards cut them both in the process.

This part summary: It was a good day. And then The Accident happened

Trigger warning: brief mention of self image issues and dysphoria, brief mention of eating disorder, blink and you miss it mention of tranphobia, Character Death (quite graphic I think), dissociation

“So, Megan, sweetheart~” Penny started with genuine glee, throwing her arm (and herself) on Megan’s shoulder with enough fervor to somehow smack her friend with her chocolate brown hair, despite being significantly shorter. “I’m sure you have your preferences, and I and Ha-Yun’s wallet respect that, but you can’t leave ‘The Cosmos’ without eating The Universe! The best desert in Detroit.”

“It’s the ultimate pavlova,” Janine chimed in to explain, excitement clear in their emotional projection. It mixed well with overall happiness that was present in this place enough to permanently soak into the walls. It was thanks to that that the whole place was warm and welcoming even on a psychic level, which was unexpected. “After you eat it, you’ll hate every other pavlova for not being even half as good! You can only get it here, the cooks have to sign an NDA before they even see the kitchen. Some people say that magic is involved and that's why nobody has said anything yet, can you believe it?!” they squealed. She could, in fact, believe it, it was hard not to after fighting Klarion every other week and that time with Doctor Fate. Jay squeezed Megan’s arm just a bit too much. According to their thoughts, Universe was a ridiculously expensive cake, so even with Ha-Yun’s funds at their disposal, they weren’t buying it outside of very special occasions. Megan liked the idea that her visit counted as such.

“And it looks like a tiny universe too,” Ha-Yun added, delighted. “It has almond powder for stars and berries for colors and taste. Look!”

It really looked mouth-watering and it seemed like something Danny would love. Frankly, he would love this whole place with its dark wooden furniture, old looking sky maps and golden tools she couldn’t name but recognized from trips to museums. They had been used by humans to observe stars. The ceiling was painted to look like space too and the whole place was nicely quiet despite being almost full. It was all really relaxing. And judging by the thoughts of people around, The Universe had to be really good. Unfortunately…

“I can't,” Megan confessed with an apologetic smile- and all hell broke loose.

“What do you mean, you can’t?!” Penny shrieked with disbelief, grasping her hand so hard it would leave marks on a normal human.

Jay looked like she had just insulted their dog (an adorable ten year old labrador, which was apparently pretty old for a dog) and Ha-Yun just looked confused.

“I’ll pay for it though?”

The people around glanced at them a bit weirdly, but they weren’t too annoyed yet.

“I still can’t. I have a pretty hardcore egg allergy, it wouldn’t end up pretty.” Megan grimaced- she had been sure she would die at the time she learned it, and Conner still broke every law of physics when her heartbeat or breathing got weird in the kitchen.

“I learned I had a nut allergy because of this cake. I needed an ambulance straight to ER,” Ha-Yun confessed with a solemn look on her face and then shrugged “Still worth it,” she added with a lopsided grin that made her dark eyes narrow a bit. Penny put on a thoughtful expression that Megan had learned to fear during the last few hours of face-to-face interactions.

“Since then you always have an Epi-pen on you, don’t you?”

“Penny, no!”

It took M’gann a moment before she understood what the shorter girl had even suggested.

“I’m not going to eat a potentially lethal poison just because it’s tasty!” she yelled, appalled. She wasn’t Wally .

Jay tensed and their emotional projection soured. It was out of place in the otherwise cheery shop. M’gann had to fix it.

“Alright, you share a vegan menu with me,” they suggested nervously, before she could say anything. They were suddenly standing straighter, with their hands intertwined behind their back.

“Sounds great. What would you suggest?” she agreed easily because she wanted to just be happy and not fight over some reckless choice of words.

In the end, she got something called The Sunlight Jello, a refreshing, glimmering(?) lemon and orange dessert with minty cream in it that looked like little clouds. It was a great choice.

Penny got The Universe- it looked like colored photos of the Ring Nebula (Danny talked about NASA photos enough times that Megan could recognize it on the spot)- and tried really hard to make her try at least a small bite.

“Come one, it’s not enough to trigger an allergy, is it?” she said, while waving and accidentally smearing at least ten times the lethal amount on her pale cheeks. Martians really didn’t need much. After some tests her other friends were told it affected her cyanide- whatever that was.

But Megan did get to try Ha-Yun’s dark chocolate cake that had black hole in the name. In her opinion it was too heavy and dense, but black haired girl was stuffing herself with it like there was no tomorrow. It had some modified cherry juice in it.

It was actually a whole slice because Ha-Yun bought five of it and a coconut and something Neptune themed a la lollipop (that was, like, three inches in diameter, was it more like an apple in syrup?) just to share with them.

Penny dug into her lollipop with a vengeance, muttering something about her scale being mad at her and her having nothing to its opinion, not even respect. Then she said something along the lines of ‘plus size, fun size’ a bit nervously. She was trying to make them believe she thought that as much as she wanted to convince herself. Megan had trouble understanding that. Yes, she knew Penny was chubbier than average but still. She was beautiful.

Jay got two slices and rolled their eyes about it.

“I’m not underweight anymore, stop with the smothering,” they grumbled.

“Your BMI is 16, which still counts as underweight, darling, it’s much better than it was a year ago but you’re still just skin and bones. Eat more. I’ll get you a binder when you’re back to healthy weight but not sooner. I know dysphoria is a bitch but I want you to be safe,” Ha-Yun explained, somewhat apologetic.

Megan got one slice but was assured it didn’t mean less love, just that she was one of the two among them who was normal about their appearance. Then Penny said “gym in May and June,” looking at Ha-Yun pointedly. Apparently, Megan was only one normal about her appearance after that.

She hadn’t seen her White Martian form since she revealed it to the Team. She wasn’t normal about it either.

Speaking of Jay, they picked ice cream, a three scoop dessert inspired by Mars and its two moons (she couldn’t remember their Earth names). The Mars flavor was a blend of two kinds of cherries while the moons were coconut. M’gann had to come up with an excuse when she burst out laughing hearing her choice- unfortunately the truth being ‘I’m Martian, it’s hilarious to see my home as ice cream’ was off the table. Jay let all of them try a bit too, but they kept a firm hold of the spoon, grumbling something about Ha-Yun eating half of it if left to her own devices.

All of them had frozen chocolate drinks, dyed dark blue like the night sky. Penny’s base chocolate was white because she had a very mild cocoa allergy. It just made her throat a bit scratchy and caused some acne so she sneaked chocolate sweets sometimes anyway.

Wasn’t that making Megan jealous?

Not really, she was there to have a good time and not fight over something she had no control over. She was just ecstatic to finally meet her friends face-to-face.

She would be vibrating from excitement if she wasn’t trying so hard to keep it cool.

It was the first time she was meeting them, after all. She had been in constant contact with them since her second week on Earth, but it was hard to organize a meeting since they lived in different states. Plus, the Team had a pretty intense reaction to the idea of meeting internet buddies… People lied in on-line chats all the time, apparently. When she first mentioned it, Wally started yelling, while Artemis almost tackled her, before stealing her phone to “politely” decline the offer. Later, all of the non-human Team members had been forced to listen to two hours worth of cybersafety lectures conducted by Robin, Black Canary, Red Tornado(!) and Batman(!!!). Danny only escaped by pointing out that he was raised in human society and knew ‘his internet.’

It turned out that Red Tornado had used dating apps to learn more about human interactions. If gossip and Conner’s ears were to be believed, he got his own lecture afterwards.

Anyway, after The Talk™ everyone got banned from meeting anyone from the internet and sharing any personal or otherwise potentially identifiable info until further notice. Megan didn’t mention how upon her face reveal her friends just laughed and said that she could just say she didn’t want to share instead of sending a screenshot from the series they all saw. Megan could take a hint.

The ban against meeting almost escalated to no-contact-at-all, but the Team was good at annoying the Justice League until they understood it was not worth it, so that idea got quickly dismissed. Also, ‘until further notice’ turned out to mean ‘until Robin and Batman learned everything there was to learn about every internet buddy any Team member had, including birth certificates, social security numbers and other important sounding documents.’ She suspected they had also stalked everyone for a week or so, because the whole process took weeks and Robin needed a maximum of five minutes to hack all of Watchtower’s speakers to play We Are the Champions after a successful but unauthorized mission. It wasn’t important. Two soothed paranoia’s, one decent cover story on why she was in Michigan if she lived in Rhode Island, and a three day long explosion on the ‘All-hail-Megan-Wheeler’ group chat which included prolonged brainstorming of what they could do while having Megan for just-over-just-over-just five hours, and there she was! Sitting in an exclusive booth at a cute cafe with her friends, who all shared her love of Hello Megan! and were mourning the lack of more seasons with her!

Could this day be any better?

Apparently yes, because while they shared their desserts the conversation moved smoothly, like always and like never before. It wasn’t awkward or stilted like she had feared, but flowing like a quick water current in the sea, dragging them away from all the negativity, leaving only light enjoyment.

She felt a bit odd with her hair brushing and curling around her jaw, which had a much rounder shape than usual. She didn’t have a problem with looking like someone else, but these minor differences when she was supposed to be herself made her skin crawl if she thought about it for too long.

So she didn’t. At least her human skin freckled instead of getting sunburnt, like Penny’s.

Though it got a bit weird when she mentioned that she had to invite Danny here because he would love the place. Penny actually squealed so high it could probably break some thinner glass and jumped at her with a grin worthy of a mad woman. Jay spat out their chocolate and looked at her with falsified hurt written all over their face. They asked if she couldn’t wait until after they had swallowed before she dropped a bomb like that, and then they smiled this one sided way of theirs that got people swaying. At least from what she was told- and what she saw when Jay started talking with the cashier who got beetroot red. He seemed a few years older than them and after the initial shock started flirting, but quickly thought better of it when he saw Ha-Yun in all her if-Wonder-Woman-was-teenage-and-Korean glory. And had shoulder length hair. But all that was really unimportant when she was radiating the vibes of a protective, angry, mother bear so hard that something got reflected in her projection as literal image. She was formidable with her almost six foot athletic build and stormy expression. It was enough to send shivers down the spine of anyone who didn’t interact with Batman on a semi regular basis.

She looked the same way now, with her phone open on some weird browser.

“Name and alias on all socials you know about,” she demanded.

“Why?” Megan asked, projecting confusion out of habit.

Penny almost fell out of chair from the booming laughter. Jay leaned forward a bit with a more serious expression. Megan still thought the whole ordeal made no sense.

“Ha-Yun, sweetheart” they started in a low, comforting tone “I know you worry, but it’s not the moment. You can find his social media at home, you’ll have better security. Even if I think you can’t stalk everyone we talk to. I mean, I know you can, but you shouldn’t. Megan trusts this Danny guy, so he is probably a good person. But if you have to, please do it at home. If you do, then you can reference everything you find with what Megan has told us about him. Now is not a time for your protective streak.”

“Damn Jay Jay, that was more masculine than my brother gets!”

“Your brother is thirteen, Penny,” they deadpanned, keeping their voice low. Their emotional projection indicated that they were far more bashful than they let themself show.

“He’s started mutation though, and he sounds distinctly boyish now, when his voice doesn’t crack, at least. Take the compliment, Jay.”

They openly beamed.

“Thanks, I’ve practiced a lot lately!” Despite artificially lowering their voice, they managed to emote with it quite well. Or maybe she just could tell how proud they were from their emotional projection and assumed it was clear.

“That’s so cool,” she whispered anyway, because it was. Even with her shapeshifting, which allowed her to literally change her biology (having round pupils instead of horizontal was definitely a learning curve), she had yet to pull off a boy voice convincingly… or at all, to be honest. It just felt so weird in her throat. “How did you do that?”

“You’ve doomed us for hours. They won’t shut up about it,” Penny whispered with exaggerated despair. She smiled right after, there was no need to be an empath to know she was faking it. Ha-Yun looked every bit like a mother whose child just did something amazing.

Jay whipped to look at Megan so fast it was a bit concerning, with a somewhat unsettling gleam in their eyes. Megan always thought this sort of look was reserved to ghosts Danny, when stars were brought up.

“You see…”

As Penny predicted, they were stuck for the next hour listening to Jay’s lecture on voice deepening techniques, which included a lot of sources they promised to send links to later. Then they moved to flattening the chest with clothes and posturing and how they made their hair almost twice shorter without cutting it. Apparently their mom couldn’t stand the idea of her “daughter” having short hair, so they used tons of pins and beanies. Though it kept heat too well to be practical on hot days, and pins looked natural only on curly or coily hair, like theirs.

Megan was sure they could go for much longer if not for the alarm Ha-Yun had set up. The three of them needed to leave for their cheer practice before the finals of some volleyball tournament at a local youth center. It took place every summer, ending just before school started.

That’s right, Megan had befriended not one, but two cheerleaders and an ex-baseball player. Jay had had to stop playing when their anorexia made them too weak. They were getting better though, which meant they could potentially return next season. How cool was that, as Danny often liked to put it.

They bid their farewells right out of the door, after they got used to the absolute boiling heat of late August reflected by Detroit architecture. Penny seemed a bit uncomfortable with the idea of letting Megan go back to her ‘motel’ alone, which was equally adorable and troublesome. She had a plan for that but it would be really awkward to explain and she couldn’t just lead them to Zeta Tube. She managed to get out of that relatively easily though.

She was walking down some crowded street that looked way worse than the places her friends had shown her, doing her best to see everything while also checking her map often enough to not get lost. She didn’t really get a chance to just sightsee often.

She turned the corner and onto a street with far less people around. It was beautiful in the same way Gotham was.

Some part of her brain started playing the intro to Hello Megan! and she had to say, the upbeat melody was the perfect soundtrack for the moment. She really felt like she was just a girl, whose biggest problems were relationship troubles and school drama.

The owner of a really fluffy, really small dog let her pet it.

She just felt light. Like she would start flying if she didn’t focus on staying on the ground.

She even considered outright singing- when the screech of tyres and a scream brought her back to reality.

***

Heels were horrible shoes. They weren’t new to her, she had over twenty years of practice under her belt, but there was a reason she did her best to avoid them. But it was an important day and that called for important shoes. The only thing she could do now was curse herself for not bringing another, more comfortable pair to work so she could put the heels on much later.

Her feet were in agony as she shoved her way quickly through the crowded, uneven pavement, trying not to break her ankles or tear her skirt. Fucking heels. Fucking tight fitting, “elegant” clothes. Fucking rush hour business. Fuck her boss, who held her past her normal working hours, as usual, even though she had warned him at least thrice today that she needed to leave on time, if not fifteen minutes earlier.

Her hands were flexing, as if it was a way to work out her seething anger. Fucking once she didn’t want to open her fucking arteries for this godawful company. The polish on her nails still felt weird, and she wanted to wash it away but, again. It was an important day.

Eric had finally gotten a role in the ballet performance his troupe was staging this quarter. It was minor thing, since he wasn’t dancing all that long, but his proud smile had made something warm burst in her chest when he announced it; and again, later, when he delivered the invitation for the premiere night, made with yellow paper (“your favorite color, mom”), various blue and green crayons (“like your gray eyes, they’re really pretty!” well, there wasn’t much to be done about her son’s colorblindness) and lots of enthusiasm. She had it in the pocket of her suit skirt, ready to present it at the entrance if they wanted to play security. It was her best suit, and she hadn’t dusted off the dress she wore at her best friend’s wedding only because she couldn’t go to work in *that*, and there was not enough time to change, even if she had left on time.

Which she hadn’t, because fucking Brian and his last-fucking-minute it-has-to-be-done-today tasks that he wouldn’t pay her for if she had any less bite and self respect.

Fucking Brian. Fucking heels.

She checked the time on her phone and clenched her teeth, consciously loosening her grip on the device before she could accidentally break it. She wasn’t in the position to buy a new one at the moment, even if it was a used one. She pocketed it, using the movement to brush her fingers over the beautiful, flowery, expensive brooch hidden there. It was her family heirloom, worth more than the majority of things she owned. She put it on only on special, good occasions. Like a lucky charm. Weddings, high school or university graduations, the first time meeting a new family member, newborn or to be married in. Her sister’s divorce party. But never truly bad ones. Never funerals.

Eric had asked her if his first performance was “a brooch worthy occasion.” She hadn’t even thought about that, but since he asked, it couldn’t not be.

She had five minutes until the performance began and was seven minutes away, if she ran. She couldn’t run since she was wearing heels that she couldn’t safely walk in, and she couldn’t run with them in her hands unless she wanted her feet to be a bloody mess after a jog on layers of broken glass. Detroit was a truly beautiful place.

She sped up as much as she could, trying to focus on something other than cursing Brian and the inventor of heels and both of their families, four generations each way. With cousins, aunts and those thrice removed randoms that you only ever met at funerals included. There was no point though. It would do her no good if she arrived at the performance already pissed. She would rather not snap at Eric again, it always came too easily when she got like that.

She had gotten like that a lot lately. She had a lot to make up for.

She took out her phone again, to check ice cream vendors near the community center. Her son was never too keen on walking, and she doubted it would get any better after the exhausting performance. Normally she could carry him if he got too tired, but again, heels. She would prefer not to break her ankle, especially not while holding her baby, thank you very much. So close by they went.

The screen got a bit hard to focus on, too dark and blurry for a good moment. She rubbed her eyes with a sigh. She was exhausted. Absolutely and utterly wrung out, ready to collapse and not get up for the next two days. But she couldn't because she was an adult and had a little son to take care of. A son who hadn’t gotten as much of her attention as he should have in the past few we… some time, and she had to fix it fast. After a moment of consideration and a quick budget count, she added a visit to McDonald's to her mental list for activities after the performance. Her boy would sell his soul for three Happy Meals if he could.

Her phone pinged.

Eric had sent photo of his ballet group, everyone in full costume for the fairytale they were playing (she felt horrible about it, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember which one it was) with following messages of:

Hey mom Where u sit?

She frowned, her anger renewed. It wasn't quite directed at anything anymore, just bone deep frustration at circumstances.

Still, fuck you Brian.

She barely threw a quick, unnecessary look at the empty road before crossing it where she was, fully focused on going as fast as possible and writing back to her son, both without breaking her ankles.

Running a bit late sweetheart but not even dragon could stop m—

Sudden light, a car horn, the noise of tires squealing on the asphalt in an attempt to stop.

Only some of the pain registered at first, when her body hit the ground. She couldn't quite move, but it wasn't too bad. Sure it sucked and she could kiss goodbye to any idea of hugging her baby for a few weeks at least but it wasn't too bad. Maybe she could even escape the absolute capitalistic nightmare of the hospital bill.

She couldn't not move, her son was waiting for her. She tried to get up, even if determination was the only thing to keep her going, but her chest exploded. Her chest exploded and she was in sudden and utter agony.

She couldn't breathe, her whole rib cage feeling like a cracked eggshell.

She couldn't breathe.

There was chaos of noises around her, but she couldn't breathe.

She couldn't breathe and there was a crying maroon headed girl. She couldn't breathe and the girl brushed her hair out of her eyes. The girl said something in a calming tone but she couldn't breathe, let alone listen.

She couldn't breathe and her whole body was in agony.

She couldn't breathe and– she was dying, wasn't she? She got hit by a car.

She was dying and the last time she hugged her son was that morning before school, but it felt like too long. She was dying and her baby would sit behind the scene, waiting for her to show up, maybe even delay the performance, and then think she abandoned him before he got the news.

She was dying. She did abandon her son.

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When Megan turned around, the woman was already lying on the ground, a yard or two from the pistachio green van. One of her shining, black heels was lying discarded, the other was nowhere to be found. Her foot was at a weird angle. The girl wished that it was the worst of the injuries that would come from an accident.

Before M’gann fully registered it, her legs were taking her to the side of the victim. Her body was desperate to help, whatever said help would mean.

The woman twitched as if she had tried to get up, but lost all strength a few inches off the ground. Maybe she had pulled some muscle?

Miss Martian used her telekinesis to help her assess the damage. It was tricky, sensing different parts of living organism, but she wasn’t going to move it, just che-

She stumbled as projection of utter agony hit her, as if she was hit by a van and not-

She was close enough to hear wheezing and rattling coming from the woman, or if she was guessing correctly, her chest.

Her telekinetic hand ran across the ribs, broken like measly matches. Two were at a weird ang-

No, no, no no nonononono…

My baby

Miss Martian was already on her knees, ready to help however she could when she heard that and her heart stopped.

“Second commandment: Read not the dying minds unless they ask.”

“On Earth it’s a great violation to read someone’s mind.”

My beautiful lovely baby. He’ll think I left him, I ignored him. He was so proud. My baby, my sweetheart

Tears dulled Miss Martian’s vision. She racked her brain for anything useful in this situation. She felt the woman's torso with her hands to learn what was wrong, while her brain was swamped with images of a sad little boy with coily hair and a cute tooth gap, thinking his mom left him. She was doing her best to ignore it, without cutting the woman off completely. She needed to know her thoughts if they turned more towards what was wrong with her body.

She couldn’t cut off the dying person when they were already talking.

The woman’s rib cage felt so wrong that the girl was sure she remembered the first aid course backwards. It couldn’t be this bad. Of course it wasn’t this bad.

I can’t breathe-

Alright, it seemed to be that bad. What could she do? What could she do?

WHAT COULD SHE DO?!!!

Tilting her head backwards a bit helped, right? Eased air flow in the throat. Could she do it if the victim most likely had spinal damage?

Could it help if the ribs had punctured the lung?

M’gann brushed the stray hair that probably was in a tidy updo not even five minutes ago, out of the woman's eyes. Her irises were so dark that unequally blown pupils were almost lost. She had a bit of glitter make-up that nicely contrasted with her skin, a little lighter than Kaldur’s, slightly darker than Jay. She was a beautiful woman.

She was dying and all her thoughts were focused on her son or her inability to breathe.

Miss Martian gently put two fingers under her chin, the other hand on the woman's forehead and carefully tilted her head to ease at least the second reason for the woman's panic.

It did nothing to help.

Unconsciously M’gann’s fingers moved towards the pulsepoint on the neck.

My little angel, my little dancer, my little artist, my little collector, my baby, my baby, my baby. He’ll think I abandoned him.

M’gann’s mouth was speaking, spewing lies that everything would be alright, that the mother would see her son soon and she’d be able to hug him and cuddle him and do everything she wanted to, that she just needed to stay awake, as the woman’s breathing slowed down. M’gann had never understood the phrase “the light leaving their eyes” but she understood now, knew the exact moment when mother stopped seeing her, stopped seeing the sky above them, stopped hearing all of the commotion, stopped feeling heat from asphalt, stopped hurting.

I did abandon my son.

And then there was a weak heartbeat and a shaky exhale.

And then everything stopped.

Her mind was silent but in a different way than human minds were when they were simply unconscious, when it was never fully soundless with wordless buzz of lower brain functions that made their heart beat, stomachs digest, and lungs breathe. It wasn’t something she could even hear the same way she heard thoughts, but she could always sense it because there was always something and she was a powerful psychic so of course she sensed it. But she couldn’t hear or sense anything and it couldn’t end like this so she kept babbling, begging the woman to wake up because she couldn’t just die there.

She couldn’t, she couldn’t, she couldn’t.

She had to survive, had to go see her son, she had to applaud his first public dance and take him for ice cream and, and, and…

Miss Martian tried to use her power to restart the woman’s brain function. She knew humans didn’t consider it possible and had decided that death of the brain meant death of the person but there were many things humans didn’t consider possible that she found trivial.

It didn’t work.

The whole world went quiet for a moment, as if it knew that a wonderful, meaningful life had been lost.

M’gann stayed frozen.

She couldn’t be dead, she couldn’t be dead, she couldn’t be dead.

M’gann was right there. She was a powerful hero. She should be able to help. She should be able to prevent it. She had fought against so many terrifying people, with incredible powers and unbelievably advanced technology; for Goddess’ sake, there were tanks in Bialya that one time. Preventing a car accident should be a piece of cake.

And yet, she had a dead body almost in her arms, a thin trail of blood seeping out of its mouth, its grayed cheek to the small puddle on the almost boiling asphalt.

Later she would feel bad about how little she felt at the moment. Soon after the woman’s thoughts had quietened for forever, emotions were raging inside like a storm, pushing tears to her eyes and a tremble to her limbs so that the body slipped out of her grasp and she hid behind the mental wall. She could still feel it a bit, in the beginning, in a disconnected way similar to looking at her feelings out of the window, witnessing but separated. Soon she lost even that, clear window turning into impenetrable stone. She was completely numb.

She just stared at the pair of unseeing, brown eyes and couldn’t even pray for them to twitch, proving her wrong. She wasn’t even sure if she’d realize if they actually did. She wished so deeply she was wrong.

Would her prayer save the woman? Would the prayer to M’gann’s gods help a human? Did Martians and humans even share an afterlife?

There was something freezing cold in her hands, and this weird heating foil on her back. A paramedic, who had showed up at some point she didn’t know, was talking to her, one hand on her shoulder. It was warm and big, comforting when paired with their gentle, compassionate smile.

Why did the ambulance arrive too late?

The paramedic kept talking, but she couldn’t force herself to even understand English at the moment.

They stopped talking and waved their hands at someone behind M’gann with a frustrated look on their face. It wasn’t aimed at her, so she just focused on the ice pack in her hands, moving her fingers along it to keep them from freezing in place.

The paramedic smiled again and spoke. She understood them this time.

“Are you back with me?” their voice was warm and deep in this truly effortless way that Jay couldn’t emulate yet. M’gann nodded, still fidgeting with the ice pack.

“That’s great. Could you- Shit, wait here for a moment, I need to help someone real quick. Then I need to check if you’re alright and call your parents to pick you up, okay?”

They got up and ran off as soon as she moved her head to nod. M’gann squeezed the ice pack and took a deep breath. She realized just then how loud it had gotten. There were at least two vehicles with sirens that were still blaring like there was no tomorrow, someone was yelling, the hot asphalt was smelling in its characteristic, suffocating way, she was getting all hot and sweaty and a bit of blood had gotten on her shoes and skirt and the light was suddenly too bright and it all was way too much and someone came too close to her and she needed to be out and she needed to be out now.

She was sure on her mad dash to the Zeta Tube she caught some corners with her shoulder and maybe tripped some people and almost got hit by a car herself, but it all didn’t matter because the world was too much and she wanted to puke and she needed to be alone and safe and, and, and…

Her brain got hazy again.

She curled up somewhere, breathing in cool, Mountain air. She was in shapeshifted clothes and some stolen hoodie. She couldn’t control it, the fabric worn soft separate from her, unchanging, indifferent to her manipulative powers. It was comforting. She carefully didn't think how the little bit of blood that got on her clothes disappeared when she changed.

She was safe.

The woman was still dead.

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It took me some time but, here is the first chapter of the fic. People have spoken so here it is hah

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 9 months ago

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"The Darkness Within" PART 1 (Sonic X - Dark Sonic)

(Sonic's POV)

The faint sound of his friends' laughter and voices echoed in Sonic's ears even as he stood at the very edge of the Typhoon, a frown twisted across his face as he stared unseeing at the stars.

He hadn't felt such shame in a long time.

Normally, he did whatever he pleased without a care of what anyone thought. He did what he believed was right whether it was perceived that way or not.

So it was safe to say that the events of the attempted rescue of Chris and Cosmo had left him a little . . . shaken.

He couldn't believe the way he'd lost control.

Never before had he felt so intensely angry. Sure, he'd had a right to, his friends were hurt and the Metarex creep was threatening to experiment on them if he refused to let them do the same to him. Sure, he'd felt a little off since he'd discovered the hoards upon hoards of fake chaos emeralds.

And then— what?! He hadn't been able to think straight. His vision had nearly turned red with how furious he'd been. All he could feel was white-hot anger. He remembered hearing himself laugh like some kind of psychopath. He remembered tearing into the Silver and Gold Metarex that were meant to test him, he remembered slicing them to bits at lightspeed and feeling not an ounce of remorse as their armor exploded and they were killed.

And the next thing he'd known, Eggman of all people was scolding him and telling him to calm down.

It had taken him a hot minute to relax. Hearing that Shadow had rescued his friends while he'd been . . . like that, had startled him in the worst way.

Now they were all back, safe and sound. Cosmo and Chris were alright. Everyone on the other side of the ship was celebrating, believing the day was a victory.

In a way, he supposed, they were right.

But Sonic could not relax. He couldn't bring himself to join them, he couldn't even bring himself to smile as he stood alone on the opposite side of the ship, staring at nothing and thinking of everything.

His mind wouldn't shut up, and he didn't have enough space to run on the Typhoon. He was stuck.

What if it happens again?

It won't. I won't let it.

I don't know that, I had no idea this morning that it would happen today.

Now that I know, I'll make sure it never happens again.

Today was just proof that I don't have it as together as I thought I did.

They don't know. No one else here knows. No one knows but Eggman.

Would they be scared if they knew? If they SAW me like that?

Don't worry about it. Just keep going. Don't look back. I never look back.

But usually that doesn't have anything to do with something I did wrong.

Do I apologize somehow? Should I leave? Take some time to myself? How much time? They need me to help them fight the Metarex.

I can't leave, but I sure want to.

I just wish—

"Hey, Sonic! You doing okay?"

He jerked his head around to see Tails slowly approaching his perch, blue eyes wide and curious. Glimmering with just a hint of concern.

Sonic sat down in place and nodded curtly, his voice stuck in his throat. He'd been talking a lot more nowadays than he used to, trying to get better at communicating with people and making friends, but some days it was still hard.

Apparently today was one of those days.

And Tails could see right through him.

His face fell. "Something happened, didn't it?"

Sonic avoided his eyes, choosing instead to stare intensely at the floor in front of him as if it was a work of art.

Slowly, cautiously, Tails moved closer and sat a couple feet away. Sonic could still feel his little brother's eyes on him, but he refused to make eye contact. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it.

"Did you get hurt . . . ?" Tails sounded doubtful yet worried.

Sonic shook his head.

"Did the Metarex say something that bothered you?"

Another wordless head shake.

Tails didn't ask anything else for about a minute, choosing instead to let them both sit in thoughtful silence and allow Sonic to try and pull himself together.

I can't tell him. There's no way.

I can't tell him . . . all of it.

Sonic swallowed, lifting his chin and finally daring to meet Tails's questioning eyes. He opened his mouth, but could not bring himself to make a sound.

Tails bit his lip, then lifted his hands and signed, "I'm here."

Sonic nodded with a small, grateful smile, then, after a hesitation, signed back, "Something happened. I did something."

Tails tilted his head slightly, and even though he could've just spoken his response, he continued signing. "What did you do?"

There was no fear or aggression in his hand movements or expression. Just genuine, gentle curiosity.

Sonic closed his eyes for a moment, that awful feeling of shame washing over him all over again. "Something bad. I caused harm. I didn't mean to."

Tails smiled gently. "You didn't mean to. You didn't harm our friends, right?"

Sonic exhaled silently through his nose. "No. I hurt the bad guys." He didn't think there was a sign for "Metarex," but if there was, he didn't know it.

A flicker of confusion appeared in his little brother's eyes. "You stop the bad guys all the time."

He fidgeted uncomfortably, then signed, "It was different. Can't explain. I was wrong."

Tails paused for a long moment after those shaky signs from Sonic, looking thoughtfully at the sky.

"It's okay," he signed back eventually. "I know your heart is in the right place. Whatever you did, you wouldn't be feeling so bad if it wasn't in the right place."

Sonic blinked. He fidgeted a little more, then quickly signed, "Thank you."

The fox kit smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. I'm here for you." Then, without waiting for a response, he stood up and extended a hand out to Sonic.

Sonic initially thought Tails was going to bring him back to the group, but then remembered that his brother knew him better than that. So he accepted the little hand reaching for him and stood as well, then followed the fox kit downstairs inside the ship.

Tails brought him to his bedroom on the ship, gestured for him to wait there, then left. For a few minutes, Sonic sat alone, fingering the cool sheets and looking around the room, anything to avoid thinking too much again.

After those few minutes, Tails returned with a steaming mug of tea, which he carefully handed to Sonic. "Take your time," he signed, smiling sweetly. "This will help you sleep."

Sonic managed a small, regretful smile. "Thank you," he signed again.

Tails nodded, patted his hands in reassurance, and left the room.

Sonic paused for a long moment, then sat back on his bed and sipped his tea. He recognized the flavor as the same kind Tails himself used on bad nights, the ones with nightmares and thunderstorms.

He took a deep breath. Over the course of the next hour, he finished his tea over a good book. He listened to his friends' voices wind down outside on the deck.

And eventually, he slept.

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Dying Stars

Characters: Mario, Peach Genre/themes: Hurt/comfort, mild angst, mild fluff, pre-relationship Also posted on AO3

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It was minutes – no, seconds – after Peach’s Castle had been returned to its rightful place, a dazed Bowser had been escorted away by the guards, and they had finally been given a moment’s peace amid the chaos, that Mario’s knees gave way and hit the tiled floor of the castle foyer with enough force to bruise.

It was not her own nagging exhaustion that prompted Peach’s knees to drop her down beside him.

Her heart had yet to settle back into a normal pace, and she was still reeling with the afterimages of watching the universe die around her, her ears still hearing the squeals of a thousand innocent star children throwing themselves into the heart of a black hole. The Lumas’ sacrifice would never be forgotten. They had acted with unimaginable bravery – but did it really count as a sacrifice when they had no choice? If they hadn’t acted, then there probably wouldn’t even be a cosmos for them to live in now.

She had a feeling that despite her bone-aching weariness, it would be another few days before she could rest easy. Those screams weren’t going to leave her head anytime soon, and nor was the existential dread of knowing that they’d come within inches of losing literally everything.

She desperately needed something to focus on other than her own whirlwind emotions, but she would have dropped to her knees beside Mario even if that wasn’t the case. He had been through hell, travelling to more planets and galaxies than either of them had known existed just to save her.And at the very end, he’d been forced to watch, finally helpless, while the black hole greedily sucked up the crumbling matter of space. Peach had caught a glimpse of his face in those terrifying moments, and had seen utter horror reflected there, followed by weary resignation, then rebellion.

It had been hard to focus on anything at the time, but now – sifting through the memories – she vaguely remembered him pulling her into his arms, as if he could protect her from the supernova with his strength alone.

Everything; he did everything he could for her. Even when it meant nothing. Even when he knew they were both doomed.

The faint memory of his embrace was coloured with a trickle of regret, because he had never held her like that before – it was normally Peach who initiated hugs and they were never quite that snug – and she hadn’t even been in a state of mind to fully appreciate it.

She could remember how it felt, though, her body clinging to the sensations even if her mind forgot. Mario was always strangely warm, as though a fire burned inside him stronger than anything that could be conjured from Bowser’s jaws. But on this occasion, she had literally felt heat radiating from beneath his overalls. Seeping into her bones.

He hadn’t been capable of feeling embarrassed at the time, so it definitely hadn’t been a flush she’d felt. It was more like the fire inside him had risen up to keep her safe. A rightful fury directed at Bowser, the black hole, the shattered universe, everything that was trying to pull them apart in that moment. A last-ditch effort to save her from the inevitable.

At least, that’s how Peach liked to think of it. Maybe she was letting her overactive imagination get the better of her. Maybe he had wrapped his arms around her out of pure reflex, or in an attempt to anchor himself. Maybe the heat coming from him had been caused by fear or stress or even fever. Maybe that’s all there was to it.

She suspected, however, that a few people might think otherwise. Toadsworth had listened to her lovesick ramblings about the man on at least five occasions, and he’d always been of the opinion that her… pining wasn’t unrequited.

Peach had not liked his use of the word “pining” at the time, but in the days following their conversation, she had been forced to acknowledge that it was an apt description.

She wasn’t quite ready to confront these feelings head-on. It would take more courage than she currently possessed. But then again, Mario had just journeyed across the universe to save her, so maybe he deserved her best efforts.

Another day. Not now, when they were both worn and mentally bruised beyond belief.

Her knees were already beginning to feel the impact with the hard floor when she wrapped her arms around the hunched, slightly trembling man, hoping that her body provided him with at least some of the protective warmth he had given her earlier. His initial reaction to the hug was a slight flinch, causing her to jolt and draw back instinctively, thinking that he felt too vulnerable to be touched right now, but it was with an expression of desperation that he pulled her back, too hurt to be embarrassed.

Peach was easily tall enough to rest her chin on top of his head, and she hoped that he wouldn’t mind when she did exactly that. Her hands stroked up and down his back, passing over rips in the fabric and a rough, dry patch of something that she worried might be dried blood. If she found out he was actually injured, she would immediately drag him to the medical bay. She cautiously quested her fingers over that spot, pressing down gently, wincing in anticipation, but Mario didn’t show any signs of pain.

Deciding that asking him about the bloodstain could wait a little longer, she relaxed into the hug and continued to rub his back.

The faint trembling that had shaken his form when they started was now gradually lessening. Before, she had felt him holding himself up. The silly man hadn’t wanted to make her take his weight, despite being on the verge of collapse. Now, though – either because he was finally relaxing or because he simply couldn’t stay upright any longer – he began to sink into her arms.

Peach had never really considered her own strength. Those who complimented her strength were invariably referring to the emotional kind, praising her devotion to the kingdom, her kindness and her love for helping others. Rarely did anyone mention her physical prowess, and although she exercised through sports and walking, she didn’t think of herself as being strong.

Mario was surprisingly heavy for someone of his size. Dense, like a boulder. But she didn’t feel encumbered, even when he gave up fighting and slumped tiredly against her. Smiling a little, she lifted one hand and removed the scratched, dirty, slightly singed cap from his head. Keeping it in her grasp, she gently nuzzled his soft brown hair, kept in fairly good condition thanks to his cap.

She wondered if he was beginning to fall asleep. She wouldn’t mind one bit, although she had no delusions about picking him up bridal style and carrying him away. Most likely, she would either have to call for help or remain kneeling on the hard, cold floor with him until she found the heart to wake him up.

Face against her shoulder, he mumbled something low and tired.

“Hmm?” She pressed a kiss to his hair. “What is it?”

“...Grazie…” he said.

“Oh.” She smiled; she wasn’t fluent in his native language but had heard enough to recognise that word. “Mario, you don’t have to thank me. You’ve been through so much. In fact… I’d like for you to stay here in the castle tonight.”

“Oh, I couldn’t…”

“I want you to. We have plenty of guest bedrooms and the Toads will bring you any food you’d like. I want to make sure that you’re OK before you go anywhere.”

He responded with something too muffled to be heard as anything other than a hum. She didn’t know what he’d said, but decided against asking him to repeat it. He was so tired. Come to think of it, so was she.

“And, Mario,” she said to him, “I want you to come to me if you need help, or… if you need to talk, OK? We’ve just seen something absolutely unbelievable. Something completely terrifying, and… I think it’s going to take us both a while to get over it.”

She knew he wasn’t capable of absorbing most of her speech right now, and she would no doubt have to repeat all of this another time, but she just wanted to speak. Every time she permitted a lull in the conversation, her ears filled with the Lumas’ cries and the roaring of the black hole.

“I…” Mario had to draw a deep breath before he could continue. “I would like to sleep… for a while. If that is OK.”

“Of course it is. Come on, let me help you to the guest room. I’m sure that we have some pyjamas you can wear.”

He looked down at his damaged clothes in a vague sort of way.

With her help, he managed to drag himself to his feet and walk to the guest room. A large four-poster bed with freshly washed sheets awaited him. She sat him on the edge and tried to keep him awake while she searched the closet and nightstand for the spare pyjamas, but by the time she found them, he had already passed out fully dressed on top of the blankets.

Even in sleep, he didn’t look entirely relaxed. His face twitched with the echoes of dreams, and his singed, torn overalls stood out like a sore thumb.

But she decided against waking him up. The most important thing, right now, was for him to get some rest. Everything else that she wanted to shower him with – food, a bath, clean clothes, (praise, affection) – could wait until later.

However, she did allow herself a few moments to watch him fondly before she left the room. Once he was no longer in sight, the weight of the last few hours came crashing down so hard that it took all of her willpower not to sit down with her back against the door and sleep. Harnessing the last of her strength, she kept walking until she reached her own bedroom. Trusting the Toads not to disturb her unless necessary, she took a leaf out of Mario’s book and collapsed on her four-poster without changing.

She and Mario had almost watched the universe die today. If not for the Lumas, they wouldn’t even exist right now. It’s really quite hard to wrap your head around that sort of thing.

That being said… they did exist. They had survived, and so had their world. She was doubly appreciative of everything now… especially Mario.

He needed care, and she needed something to care for. He might not think he deserved special treatment or that Peach should be giving it to him personally, but she was resolute. He had done so much to save her. The least she could do in return for his bravery was ease his weariness and pain.

Thinking about looking after him brought a little smile to her face, and she finally allowed herself to sink into a slumber that, all things considered, turned out to be surprisingly restful.

#mario #princess peach #mareach #fanfiction #super mario galaxy #metablade's fics

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i-eat-worlds · 6 months ago

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Starcross Chapter One

Here it is! Hope you enjoy <3

Picrews

Content: sci-fi setting, human trafficking

Free Space, AFS Starcross, 4/5/4763

Veya stood on the bridge of her ship, carefully studying the stars spread out in front of her as her ship hurled through space. It was moments like this that brought her peace, watching the cosmos twinkle in the distance. The hum of her ship filled her ears, the tiny vibrations that she’d adjusted to over the years still vibrating the floor. It was truly something special, being Starcross’s captain.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” She mused, turning to her first mate.

Elzar hummed. “You say that every time.”

“And?”

“You’re right,” they admitted, tone annoyed but face smiling.

“Jesse, where are we at?” She said, flipping back into a more serious mode.

In front of her, Jesse, the pilot, was hard at work, eyes flickering between the yoke and the wide array of monitors and sensors the ship had been outfitted with over the past decade. “We’re on course. Expecting arrival on Zarian in roughly a day’s time.”

“Thanks, Jesse,” Veya smiled, turning around to go check on dinner, when the normally consistent pinging of the beeping changed. She sighed, turning around on her heel. “What’ve we got?”

Jesse leaned in close to the screen. “Mid sized cruiser, no distress signals.” She flicked some more switches. “No signals at all, actually, and no life signs. Think they’re D&A.”

That was odd. “Any idea who it is?”

“Scanner says it’s Yeran,” Jesse wrinkled her nose. “What are they doing out here?”

“Peacekeeping, or whatever made up shit they call it,” Elzar scoffed.

Veya murmured a very quiet “probably” under her breath. “Bring us in closer.”

Yeran ships could be risky, but they could also be fruitful. Least they could do was check it out.

The ship slowly decelerated as Jesse pulled the throttle down, and the downed cruiser oated by on the port side. Its entire stern had been blown out, debris floating around it.

“The fuck?” Elzar whispered.

Yaren vessels didn’t get attacked like that. Even out in the transition systems, where they weren't the most popular, you never saw this. Either the rebels were escalating, or they’d met a pirate crew ballsy enough to do some real damage.

“Probably some good stu in there” Veya chewed her lip. “The damage might’ve exposed a cargo hold or two. Think it’s worth it?”

“I think poking around wouldn’t do any harm,” they agreed.

Veya smiled. “Let’s take a look.

*** The airlock wired as it sealed shut, welcoming Veya and Elzar, along with Oka, their brilliant person who knows people, into the crushing void of space. Using their packs, they propelled themselves towards the bottom levels of the wreckage.

Mari, the mechanic, had given them a list of parts for them to see if they could salvage, and he’d also pointed them to where they could find the best loot. He was about eighty percent sure that it was still attached to the ship, and hadn’t been blown to smithereens.

Dead ships always gave Veya the creeps, even more so when they were governmental. The power had been cut, meaning everything was eerily dark. She pushed through the emergency airlocks. They’d all been activated in the crash, and the manual open mechanisms were easy enough to gure out, even if they were Yeran.

It was a bit odd, floating around in a ship that was designed for walking, since the gravity generators had been knocked out, but she managed, pulling herself into one the cargo bays that hadn’t been damaged. Elzar followed behind her.

“Damn, there’s some nice stuff in here,” they said as they paged through a manifest. “Rations for weeks, some medical stuff Ziar’ll love, two hoverbikes…” they turned to Veya, making their biggest puppy eyes. “Hoverbikes?”

Veya chuckled. “We don’t have room.” She placed her hands on her hips, a dicult motion in zero gravity. “And, before you ask, I’m not jettisoning cargo that makes us money.”

Elzar deflated, overplaying their disappointment. “Yes, captain.”

As they looked for the useful cargo they would be…liberating, Veya checked in with Oka. “How’s the spare part search going?”

“Great. I’ve got the two weird shaped ones he’s been bugging me about, plus a couple others,” they responded. “Hold up, I see something weird. I think there’s a hidden compartment.”

Veya raised an eyebrow. That could have some serious loot in it. “I’ll be right over.”

Sure enough, when they pushed a little more than normal, the paneling came away, revealing a small, tight space just barely big enough to fit the crate that was shoved inside. With Jesse’s help, they were able to slide it out, the lack of gravity making it harder.

The crate was entirely, black, with the exception of a yellow and white striped band around the sides. On the top there was a small control panel, which displayed several numbers, and a block of warning text written in curling Yeran script.

Veya could speak a little Yeran, but she couldn’t read it at all. She pressed the button on the side of her helmet, changing the channel so she could talk to the ship. “Ziar, can you read Yeran?”

Her voice was a little staticy because of the distance, but it was understandable enough.

“Yeah, you wanna send me a feed?”

“On its way,” she said, turning on her chest cam. “Got it?”

“Yep. Can you move closer?”

She maneuvered herself so that her chest was directly over the text, stabilizing herself by grabbing onto the walls. It was an awkward position to hold, but she managed to stay still enough for Ziar to read.

“It’s a warning label.” She went silent for a moment. “Holy shit, it’s a species containment unit. There's someone in there.”

“Shit,” Veya echoed, pulling away from the crate. The implications of the statement were obvious. You don’t hide a person in a secret chamber in the engine room unless you’re smuggling them.

And you don’t use an SCU unless that person didn’t want to be smuggled.

“Bring it with us,” she ordered, ignoring how she could almost hear her old captain cursing her out from beyond the grave. “We’ll load up the supplies and the SCU. Move quickly, don’t want to meet the wrong end of a Yeran rescue crew. Yeah? “

There was a chorus of “yes” and “alright,” and then they got to work.

*** Ziar met them in the cargo bay, a med bag slung over her shoulder and a worried expression on her face. While Elzar and Oka secured their newfound supplies, Veya helped her load the SCU onto a cart so they could take it to the infirmary.

Since the infirmary was on the second deck, the elevator ride was short. They carefully unloaded it, setting it down on the floor. Ziar leaned forward, eyes scanning the vital signs monitors on the top of the box. “If the thing’s accurate, then they’re at least alive.” Her fingers skittered along the edge of the box as she tried to find the latch. “Got it.”

It hissed as she opened it, the levitators thrumbing louder. She peeled away the insulator layer, then peered inside.

The first thing that she noticed about the figure lying in stasis wasn’t the myriad of tubes protruding from their body or gel pressed over their eyes, it was the myriad bruises, cuts, and scars that covered their body. It had to be hundreds of past injuries.

What in the world was a person who looked like they’d been through hell doing in a secret compartment on a Yeran ship?

And, more importantly, what, exactly, had she gotten her crew into?

Taglist: @whump-snob @whump-kia @itsoundslikeafury @emmettland @blackberry-bloody

@whumpacabra @cepheusgalaxy @softvampirewhump @my-little-versaille @pigeonwhumps

@whumped-by-glitter @snaillamp @rainydaywhump @platysaurus @whumpy-daydreams

@whiskygoldwings

#worlds babbles #whump #sci-fi whump #whump writing #human trafficking

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legendsoffandoms · 3 months ago

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Something funny I wanna talk about is the fact that in both technically a fallen angel and a deity.

What do I mean? Well I’m a spacekin, and I view myself as a space embodied. I can change my form and look however I desire. I’ve existed as long as the universe has, and will continue to exist as long as it does. I am space, and can literally do as I please. I basically do have the powers of a god. I am similar to a deity (do not treat me like one, I’m just saying it’s similar)

But I’m also a fallen angel. One who hates my former deity/god. One who hates my heaven, and one who doesn’t much care for deities and their rules.

Two very different battles.

Well, not so much.

Cosmo is much more chaotic neutral, and definitely would not like to be worshipped. I would not like to be worshipped. I mean, yeah I am space and stuff but I’ve don’t messed up stuff in my life. Being the embodiment of space gives you a lot more freedom and flexibility to do what you want, since there isn’t really anyone to stop you. Definitely killed some planets and stars in my life.

Onyx? Fallen angel. Not a ruler follower, but does what he needs to survive. We’ve probably done less bad shit as him the as Cosmo. Like a lawful evil or lawful neutral. Chaos bringer, but it’s limited and much less powerful than what Cosmo can do.

Do we think they would get along outside of our human body? Probably not. Onyx would not like Cosmo, and the fact Cosmo would 100% rub their abilities in his face. Cosmo is sweet but also a jerk. We love them for it, but still.

So different battles, but just not in the normal sense.

Celestial bodies and fallen angels always get along in weird ways. Our Cosmo and Onyx are proof, but we deal with it :3

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onehundredandeleventropicalfish · 1 year ago

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A bit of a fun question but channelling Delirium here why do you think Dream has the eyes he does. Like she said everyone in the family has normal eyes while Dream has cosmos for eyes lol.

well just on the funny note i did discover the other week thanks to @raspberryjellybrains that this panel drew dream with human eyes - certainly the only time that issue, and as far as i can tell the only time in the comic that that happens!

and it's possible that was done just to show his surprise better, but also the idea that dream does have human eyes innately and is doing this on purpose, and death throwing the bread surprised him enough he forgot, is too hilarious to pass up

on a serious note though, it's because stars are symbols of possibility

it's the same reason why the sea of dreams is a night sky - stars represent the unknown, the frontier yet to be explored. humanity (and probably every other sapient species) has long looked up at the sky and said one day, i'll find what's out there. we write sci fi novel after sci fi novel (and movies, tv, etc) about aliens and space travel, our hopes and our fears and our theories about what might lie beyond this solar system, in the huge expanse yet to be discovered

for thousands of years, humans have looked up at the sky and we've created meaning in it. all the way back to the invention of the constellations - we saw bright lights every night in a completely random order, the chaos of the universe, and we made it make sense, by putting a story to it. and those are the stories that last the longest, because the stars take so long to change - we see the same constellations that the ancient greeks saw, we know their stories bc they put them in the sky for us

(to steal from the end of brief lives, stars are the illusion of permanence)

and all that is very dream

#and if the question was just 'why is dream special' eh they all have their inhumanisms #also desire has golden eyes del has heterochromia and destiny is blind so eyes with the endless are more symbolic than not #dream of the endless #mine #meta #ask #the sandman

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jenukiart · 1 year ago

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OC Stuff - BKW - Kisyku & Roombot

This is Kisyku!! (That's "Kiss-eye-coo" ^^,)

He's my main OC for a space story I've been working on, Bodacious Kisyku World (BKW for short). I've had this character for like.. 7-8 years now?? He's gone through so many changes and iterations, but I'm really happy with where he is now. ^^

Kisyku is a Celestial! They're a powerful species with the ability to channel something called "Cosmic Energy," which is sort of this universe's like "energy" you know the whole shonen thing

Cosmic Energy

Cosmic Energy is channeling the vacuum of space into a combustible dense "liquid" like blob. Think of their appearance like the dream blocks from Celeste, except you can sling it. Kisyku's main form of attack involves slinging this explosive space jelly around. CE also is used to sponge damage to his body among other things.

Channeling and using Cosmic Energy is incredibly dangerous though, so not many people can use it (like humans can't at all for example), so it's a pretty forgotten/unknown thing in the present day.

But Celestials are VERY good at it, like dangerously so.. the story mainly revolves around Kisyku's usage of it, and how he tends to push the limits to dangerous degrees..

Okay NOW Kisyku and Roombot!!

Yeah so Kisyku is a Celestial!! They're a pretty complicated species.. supposedly they can just take on any form they'd like, but Kisyku likes to keep it simple and just appear as human.

I think he messed up a few things though, like he's got pointy Hylian-like ears for one. Just a couple of small quirks like that. So he's not 100% human, but that's ok I still love him, he's doing his best.

I think it's very important to mention that he just has this transmasc energy to him though, I don't really know how to describe it. In earlier versions of the story, when he was just a normal human, he actually was trans. I wanted to keep that element of him in the modern story, by having the transness be more metaphorical through the way Celestials work. That will probably make more sense when I eventually get the official story rolling, but for now just know that he's this transmasc-energy little gremlin.

Despite his size (an outstanding 5'3"!!) Kisyku is a pretty loud, active, and rambunctious character. He's a little scrunkly who can get kinda cocky at times, but overall his heart is in the right place. He can be rather sweet at times, as long as you aren't trying to pick a fight with him.. or commenting on his height.

He also is totally that kind of person who will steal snacks from your fridge, i wouldn't be surprised if he does that a lot with the Brigade

Kisk spends most of his time chilling on Earth. He resides on the dock of a small n' quiet beach-side town. He also enjoys bothering his rent-debt collector, Emily. I'll share more about her and Earth another time though. All you need to know is that he's constantly in debt to her.

He really enjoys watching the waves of the shore sway, among other things as he explores more of the town and it's boardwalk and stuff. It's nice after all to have some quiet time in between the crazy action and antics he gets himself into.

Speaking of...

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Outside of Earth-rest stuff, Kisyku likes going out into space and raiding the Cosmos. I like to call these hit and runs of his "rampages," as he seems to have this goal to cause as much destruction to the Cosmos as possible.

The animatic above is a little outdated with the Cosmo designs, but it gives you a good idea of the rush Kisyku throws himself into. In the animatic, they appear as this evil Star Wars-like space empire, but in the current story, Cosmos are very much different. Now they're kind of a secret "shadow police" that only Kisyku really knows about...

He seems to have beef with them, and they don't really like him either... maybe one day you'll learn about why...

But yeah finally, his little companion pal: Roombot. They're like an actual cat.. if it were a roomba.. and can fly.

It's kinda bitchy, sometimes snarky towards Kisyku. You won't really be able to hear their vulgar language though, since they speak in R2-D2 beep boops and whirrs.

Kisyku talks to them a lot though, and sometimes Roomboot puts the snark aside to really listen to him, especially for more emotional moments. They're kind of who Kisyku comes to the most about his problems in the early parts of the story.

Yeah, Roombot is rather silly. They can also float, and Kisyku can grab onto them to get some extra height. Kisyku also sometimes uses them as a stepping stool, but I don't think they really like it when he does.

Holding Roombot feels very buoyant, like as if you were holding onto a paddle board in a pool y'know? That kinda vibe. Despite not always enjoying it, they're always there to help Kisyku out in a pickle!!

But uhhh yeah!! That's Kisyku (and Roombot)!! Kisk really means a lot to me, since he's been around for so so long in my life now. I hope that someday I can really get his story out there for you all to enjoy haha.. but until then, I hope you enjoy the drawings I make of him and his world!!

#jenukioc #bkw #bodacious kisyku world #oc #oc stuff #original character #original story #storyboard #animatic #ref sheet #reference sheet #kisyku #roombot

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dubububbles · 11 months ago

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SHINee scenario: s/o is an astronomer

(Hii, I don't know if you accept requests, but I'll leave it here.ツ You could do a scenario with Shinee: where Y/n is an astronomer. 🔭 Thanks In Advance! 🙋🏻‍♀️♥️)

Requested by bird-pinkxx

I tried to explore some different types of scenarios. Hope you like it ❤️

Onew:

Onew would be completely unaware of the surprise you had in store for him when you brought him to your workplace. On your end, you had been planning this evening for some time; an evening to share more of your passion with him.

From the very first moment the two of you first crossed paths, he had been fascinated by your role as an astronomer, and the prospect of delving deeper into your world only induced his curiosity.

As you guided him through the observatory, he would undoubtedly be exceptionally excited. And as you provided an up-close view of the cosmos through the lens of one of the bigger telescopes, a gentle smile would grace his lips.

“The universe is not nearly as beautiful as you.”

Jonghyun:

Under the canvas of an enchanting midnight blue and star-filled sky, you and Jonghyun arranged a romantic outdoor date in a quiet field of grass.

Far away from the bustling city noises and glare of bright lights, it was just the two of you, happily basking in the vast peacefulness and each others’ company.

Soft blankets were laid out on the grass, providing a comfortable spot for you to lie down and gaze up at the cosmos. Jonghyun would offer his arm to support your head, and attentively listen as you told tales of ancient stars and hidden galaxies.

“In my eyes, you shine brighter than a thousand stars.”

Key:

As Key returned to the apartment you both shared after a day at work, he was greeted by your radiant smile and bubbling excitement.

Puzzled, and mildly amused, he would ask you what was going on, prompting you to laugh as you took his large hand in both of yours and led him to your bedroom.

Recently, you made a discreet purchase of a captivating astronaut lamp designed to illuminate any room with beautiful cosmos patterns. You intended to give your boyfriend a firsthand glimpse of the universe’s unmatched beauty, hoping that it would convey the enchantment that had always drawn you to it.

“Moving forward this space is our celestial haven.”

Minho:

While on a nighttime stroll with your boyfriend, you couldn’t refrain from admiring the beautiful sky above.

Excitingly, you pointed towards various constellations and distant stars and spoke about their origins. Minho, ever so curious, would ask questions, demonstrating a genuine interest in understanding your passion.

After all; he wanted to know every part of you there was.

With a content smile, he would listen to your theories of what could be found outside of Earth and the infinite possibilities of alternative universes.

“I want to be together with you in every universe.”

Taemin:

Well aware of your astronomy background and interest, Taemin would plan out a special surprise for your anniversary.

Deviating from your normal outings to public places or restaurants, you went for a short hike up to one of Seoul’s many mountains.

Taemin had learned that the sky was more visible away from the city’s pollution, and he wanted to ensure you had the most breathtaking view possible. It would be his way of saying ‘I love you’ in a grand and thoughtful manner.

“You know that I would love you even if you were an alien, right?”

#shinee scenarios #shinee reactions #shinee drabbles

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ntherian · 3 months ago

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Hello!

Finally doing an introduction post since I can and want to!

All of the info that has variations [after commas]. In order from most preferable ones to leats pref. ones, besides 'types.

HUMAN INFO! [most of the info is triggering/uncomfy for me, it's marked in red. Less triggering/uncomfy in orange!]

☆ Name: Natalia [🇵🇱]

☆ Nicknames people gave me: Natalka, Nata, Nasa

☆ Pronouns: She/Her [it's kinda both red and orange but Tumblr is welcoming so I put red. I only use these irl bc I need to]

☆ Age: 13-15 [won't tell. yes, I know I'm young]

ONLINE INFO! [no alterhuman info here yet. This is general info I use online. All of these can be used to refer to me]

☆ Name(s): Alzir, Noel, Nathony, Bubble

☆ Nicknames [made by me]:

★ Noel: Norl, Nol, Noel Gruber {musical character]

★ Nathony: Nath, Nayt, Nay, Nath, Nat

★ Bubble: Boo, Bub, Bubby, B, BB

☆ Pronouns: They/He, Void/Voids, Static/Statics, Glitch/Glitches

CRITTER INFO! [just things about my alterhumanity, varies from other info sections. All of this can be used to refer to me. Colors mean nothing, they are only indificators]

☆ Name(s): Rain, Glitch, Leaf, Winter, Void, Fox, Paw, Autumn

☆ Pronouns: They/He/It, ANY cosmos/space & sky neos+ some dehumanizing ones, more here!

☆ Theriotypes: Red Fox 🦊, Bat [cladotherian] 🦇, Winged Fox 🪽

☆ Kintypes: Void 🕳️, Space 🌌 [INCLUDING stars, galaxies, everything really].

☆ Fictionkins: Alastor 🦌

☆ Questioning [colors are just indicators and mean nothing]:

★ Heavily* questioning kintypes: -

★ Questioning kintypes: Seasons, Cryptids, Night, Rain, Shadows (as in shadows casted by things etc.)

★ Lightly** questioning kintypes: Darkness, Starlight

*heavily - it's like I'm questioning it more than normal ones and that it's more likely I'm it

**lightly - questioning it less, less likely I'm it

OTHER INFO [just extras]

☆ I tend to overly explain things, or underly explain things, may use bad wording for things and can have typos. Just so you know

☆ I usually use tone tags as much as I can, but I don't know a lot of them. Preferably use them while talking to me, they are very helpful sometimes

☆ This is in "constant" edit due to having my 'types and questioning 'types here, so they may change

☆ I don't get hints, so just say things directly (that does not mean you can be mean)

☆ Triggering doesn't really mean what I think you think it means. It's like: I hate it, please don't. I just have an ick

☆ This took way too much time

☆ Blogs:

★ My main blog: 🩵 ❗Please don't ask alterhuman questions there!

★ Free wallpaper (+more) making blog: ✨ [alterhuman commissions are okay and welcomed!!]

☆ Anons I use: 🌲🕳️

☆ Anon list [will be linked as soon as I will have one anon]

☆ Feel free to ask questions! My ask box is always open. I might not answer right away, but I will eventually [unless it's weird]

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jellyshark-jester · 6 months ago

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Minecraft oc tee hee

Guys I fucked up cuz I made an oppsies and deleted the Minecraft character post thing I’m gonna cry;-; Anyways this means I have an excuse to talk more about them<333

Anyways here’s mine and my friends Minecraft characters tee hee (again;-;)

Right basics the whole lore of the server that I’m running is that everyone isn’t acc form this realm and that we all got stripped off of who we are before we enter this space but you can also make characters that are from the world and shit, so it’s just random shit really.

But in my group all of us aren’t from this land and we band together to feel safe by creating our space called the enchanted grove that is forbidden to enter.

Here’s what the grove looks like hehe:

More info on the character hehe:

Player: Albedo/Aro/Ado (they/them)

First one: Albedo

Height: 5’1.5 (true form is bigger then the milkyway)

Pronouns: they/it/void/she

Age: older then time

Race: void archives angel

Origins: an anomaly born from nothing and is to be an observer to the laws of the universe in it’s empty space. It is weak and fragile but larger then the milkyway. It’s Curiosity with the “human experience” was its downfall, as it takes a smaller shape to be an observer up close, but due to it’s weak state and how fragile it is, one hit from a shooting star can cost its wings as it falls…

After that it spots a woman and shifts into a being that is similar but still retaining its angelic form.

Personality traits: seems reserved but loves and enjoys compony and always drowsy.

Player: Rion (He/him)

Second one: Comet Cosmos

Height: 6’3 (tire form is bigger then most constellations)

Any pronouns and star/starself

Age unknown and hard to date as they’re made up of multiple stars

Race: celestial entity (Comet is a physical manifestation of a constellation)

Origins: Comet is the constellation of the devil who spent eons watching over the world wishing that they could take part in it. One day, a lovely goddess lily took the world from a place of limited resources to a place of love and joy in which more people were welcome to enjoy. By doing this she granted a physical body to the stars themselves so they too could enjoy the world they cared so much for.

Personality: Comet likes to keep to herself, she’s reserved and snarky but curious and passionate.

((To preface that comets origins is acc kinda false but they don’t know that*

Player: Tomo (he/they)

Finally: Precious prince

Height: 5’0.5 (other form is a giant dumbo octopus bigger then The kraken)

Race: was once a human a long time ago

Pronouns: he/they

Age: also old

Origins: adopted by Cthulhu and is a warlock of chaos that’s just want a brake and a carefree life.

Personality traits: very nice for an chaos warlock<3 but also very nice for a normal guy

The enchantment grove crew<333

What albedo looks like in their true form, i haven’t draw what the other two looks like yet dhdhdhhd

#minecraft #minecraft roleplay #oc rp #I acc love this sm #the server is a year old now hehe #minecraft lore #character art #minecraft character #oopsie #;-;#💅

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hazelhavoc · 2 years ago

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Should I upload my OC's on here? As well as my art of them? *strokes chin thoughtfully*

I have no idea how to make like- subposts for Tumblr. Maybe I'll look it up and learn a bit. I don't want my posts to be all over the damn place, especially if I'm doing stuff for my OC's. :]

Besides- I have a LOT and I wanna do stuff with them so badly.

-Transformer OC's. Yes. I am currently interested in Transformers so...

Perhaps when I upload my OC's, you can ask them stuff!

Or maybe I should do it here. Yeah, ima do it here.

I will have bigger descriptions of them when we DM or talk- and I share them. Haha

TW// This will have dark themes. I won't go into detail, but I'm just warning you. It's just mentioned though.

Neutral OC's (Can be added to)

Atomsplitter - Neutral - Mech

Age: 20 million years old

Profession (in his opinion) - Quantum Physician/Researcher and Experimenter

Alt-Mode: Quantum X Hover Craft/Jet, he upgraded himself.

Before the war he left, so he only knows about it due to intercommunication chatter. Very disconnected from his planet, since the Functionalists tried to put him in a job he didn't want. Plus, they feared his genius processor. Basically, he has his own ship he made himself and explores just like how Cyberyronian's used to do!

~•~

Fyri - Neutral - Mech

Age: 8 million years

Profession - Organic Researcher / Explorer

Alt-Mode: Small, sleek four wheeler (pays mind to his symbiotic friend on his body so he doesn't crush it)

He's also keeping on that the current Cybertron has abandoned, traditional Cybertronian's would explore the stars and new worlds. He's an expert in organics, and maps the cosmos! Returning to planets if a long time has planned. He is also friends with Atomsplitter, they have a private comm but they aren't super close. Just fellow Neutrals- he found out about Cybertron and the war when he returned to see his Sire. Coming back to a dead planet.

~•~

Vaikus - Neutral - Femme

Age: 14 million years

Profession - Star mapper, cultural researcher, sort of fucked up in the head because of what the Senate did to her previously. She's an artist as well.

Alt-Mode: Two Wheeler, more of a hover bike.

Basically, the Senate decided to try and mess with her processor. Just to see if they could manipulate her into doing what they want. Sort of like shadowplay, but it was a failed attempt. Instead of removing her emotions, they amplified them to an extreme and she ended up escaping. She ended up leaving Cybertron, unable to handle being trapped on that planet. Not to mention, being discovered again? Primus no, she didn't want that. Ended up coming up with a type of personal medicine for herself, Supressers. Helping with the overwhelming feelings she has, but it can be a huge problem even when said medicine is in affect.

She wants to be normal again, and not feel so overwhelmed all the time.

~•~

Paradox - Neutral but hostile - Femme

Age: 27 million years

Before the war:

Spacebridge Engineer, Top Medical Officer on her space station, Biomechanical Scientist

During the war:

All the same, but now a loose canon, Weapon Specialist and Inventor is added to her list

She started out humbly, a dreamer, though she's quite prideful of all that she's accomplished. Never loosing tha curious spark that made her who she is today. Having a Sire and Creator who were especially pressuring- given they were both elite scientists.

Alt-Mode - Triple Changer:

A four wheeler with modifications done to herself. A jet that's also been modified. Both are lightweight but she made it so her armor can absorb blaster fire for a short time and make a shield around her if need be.

Paradox didn't turn out snobby per say, though she did develop a god-complex early on, which hides an inferiority complex. Confident until she 'fail', and then she doesn't act like herself after everything. Her Sire and Creator didn't help in this regard. Being viewed as a perfect femme, and being expected to be a perfect femme, and high expectations to meet. She did meet them.

She improved upon technology.

Paradox was smart, having an overly developed processor that could store more information than most, and calculate faster as well. Getting top marks in the Crystal City Science Institute. She was one of the ones that new AtomSplitter before he left Cybertron to do his own research. Treated him sort of like a brother, but not really at the same time. He was one of the only ones that can actually challenge her.

Paradox isn't emotionless. No, she shows emotions. Not her real ones though. Keeping up appearances is what she's skilled at other than her gifted processor and calculations. All thanks to the wrong bots around her, she has to be seen as perfect and successful or she'll break down. Having such weight on her shoulders, especially when she was younger just made her mentality worse. Whenever she failed, she'd be seen as a failure. It's as if she's been stripped of her purpose- needing to prove herself all over again.

He left.

And she never got close to anyone again. Finding that the pain of watching someone leave was too great. Keeping herself only barely at arms length, so nobody tries to get any closer.

So when the war started, she was already on a seperate space station with a ground bridge. Only able to watch as war rampaged through the planet. Now even more hangs on her shoulders. All the mechs and some femmes in the space station she needs to take care of. On one servo she revels in the control- of course taking care of the Cybertronian's to the utmost of her ability. On the other servo, her mental state has become distressingly fragile. Outbursts becoming more common, but Paradox tries to make it up to whoever it was aimed at.

Sadly, taking care of an entire space station has it's own cons. Of course she knew they would starve, or others would take themselves out due to the war raging on the surface of Cybertron. Or even join the war by leaving the space station. Due to most leaving, and others going offline around her, she was left alone. Only able to live off the excess inner-most energon and going down by herself to grab energon. Slowly becoming more inclined to make weapons, defenses, tighter security, and guard the space bridge. Never turning it on- it costs much energon. Thanks to the stress of the war, she ended up using herself as a way to improve technology. Weapons, inventions, and others becoming her solace in this mostly empty station.

~•~

Outbreak - Non-Aligned (Neutral) - Mech

Age: 30-35 million years

Before the war:

Graduated from Vos' medical academy at the top of his class. Became quite renowned for his medical expertise, as well as finding antidotes for diseases and plagues.

During the war:

Was sent to Garrus-9 after being found to harbor and make new viruses, unleash them on a small populous and then take the sick to 'cure' them- when in actuality it's an excuse to make new viruses.

Escaped containment after releasing a deadly pathogen that caused delirium and paralysis soon after. It wasn't fatal, thankfully.

Alt-Mode:

A bulkier medical type but he asked Paradox, an acquaintance and lone experimental scientist to give him a new frame. She did. He's a Cybertronian jet.

His love for it slowly turned to obsession though, but he wasn't crazy of course. Being pressured by higher caste systems, and watching as Cybertron slowly fell into a deep void of problems. He got more and more holed up in his offices. More private. More secretive. Even when he returned to help the medical field in higher caste systems, he never spent too much time there.

He found the medical field fascinating when he first started and was given his role. Especially smaller living organisms that can't be seen with the naked optic. Saving lives and studying pathogens was his life. He enjoyed it, was in awe of how life can go on even when so many dangerous things can form from a single mixup in chemicals, or just rapidly evolve. Outbreak didn't mind the slight gritty work of handling outbreaks, he enjoyed it and making solutions too.

Nor was he greedy for fame, he went out of his way to go to the lower caste systems and open small medical facilities to help.

He was eventually caught…Autobots caught him when they were doing a review of his facilities in lower Iacon. Outbreak can admit that it was foolish of him to think they'd overlook a switch into the lower levels especially after a small outbreak suddenly rose and he miraculously cured it before it could get worse. Arrested during the war, being seen as guilty of 1st Degree Murder, Genocide (but not of a specific group, who he experimented on and used was very diverse), Illegal Weaponization of Diseases and Pathogens, and the Production of Deadly Diseases, and Kidnapping. Not to mention planning to spread the disease.

Slowly, Outbreak started to experiment with different diseases, viruses, ect. Having a perfect way to hide it all, and take fresh corpses to see what would happen. The living were slowly taken though, most that were sick. He was…calm but excited, maybe he can make some type of undetectable disease? He agreed with the Decepticon's for the most part but they were slowly becoming hostile. Not to mention, the growing tension between factions. It put a strain on his work since he didn't particularly lean into any other side. Outbreak never pleaded Insanity, because he was always in his right mind. Sure, he was a bit obsessed with making new deadly pathogens, but he did intend to always have a cure on hand if it happened to break out. Excluding all the deadly, specific airborne diseases he made for different frame types and the like- just in case he needed to kill any.

He was sent to Garrus-9 during the war. Even when he tried to convince some of the Enforcers that the diseases he made can improve their immunity. It wasn't in desperation though.

He's intelligent and calm, a bit obsessed with his experiments but overall very reliable if you trust him. Even in G-9, Outbreak was cooperative even in the lower level he was put in. A bit above Maximum Security, but not taken lightly either. Maybe he went a big stir crazy, but not enough to be considering unstable. Wings aching for flight, he never mentioned anything about compartments in his frame that have small vials of specific diseases he made.

Upon serving his sentence here in this very fortified cell. Outbreak was relatively quiet. Silently working out a plan to escape. Even as Autobots and Decepticon's alike came in from the war.

~•~

Tempest - Predacon - Femme ("Aligned with a side" is complicated since she is very morally grey- will take the best route to survive)

Not necessarily part of the Predacon's.

Age - ??? (Pretty damn old but doesn't look it)

Before the war -

She was from The Underworld and part of the Acid Wastes, but went to the Sea of Rust. Very clever and intelligent, so she is interested in other species and her own kind. Though, she can be quite violent if she's pissed off so she's a big fighter when that happens.

During the war -

She is very critical of which side she should help. Tempest isn't particularly keen on either one of them- but helps the Autobots the most. They treat her well, and (most) don't seem scared of her. ~~Very unpredictable when given survival is top priority in dangerous situations~~

(Also because the Decepticon's tried to force her to join them near the beginning of the war.)

Alt-Mode -

Simply put, she is a four legged dragon. She is rather large in her dragon form, but not as tall as Megatron or Optimus in her bipedal mode. Very compact.

(She is light and dark grey, with yellow accents, hints of luminescent blue and green, and some black. The middle of her chassis, under her protoform, it glows a blue when she's charging up her fire. Her optics are a yellow and blue color. Blue takes over all of her optics when she's in dragon mode or using her flames.)

Knows Primal Vernacular and fluent in it, but can speak well in the common tongue. She has an accent because of it though. Also speaks an ancient language that most likely was used by her species.

Tempest has been around for a long time. The dragon doesn't mind how long she's lived, and barely remembers her days as a sparkling given how long it's been. (She has vivid memories of the disaster that took her parents away though.) Witnessing different wars through the eras- she is grateful to still be online. She never had a strong opinion on the Senate since she stayed away from most civilizations. What interests her are the places that many of the populous don't occupy.

She likes her solitude, and can survive well off on her own. Though, there has been times she's assisted bots in different regions of Cybertron. Saving them from offlining.

Strangely, she acts quite noble despite her slightly...unhinged nature. Tempest has been alone for quite a long time. Most of the friends she made along the way, end up dying even when she saves them or tries to help them. She thinks fate might have something against her because of her misfortune. That's why she has strong survival instincts but also...

Heavy survivors guilt. It's a real push and pull mental turmoil in her processor. Especially counting that disaster that took her Carrier and Creator away from her.

Throughout the many millennia, she hasn't had a clear consciousness and it only got worse when she gained someone and then lost them.

Ignorant individuals think she is dumb as well, even when she is not. It's irritating to her, and really put you on her bad side.

Tempest has a strong sense of loyalty. Especially if she puts her trust in someone. Socially inept but relatively friendly. Can act quite animal-like when she trusts her surroundings or someone. (Sorta like a dog in a way but it's a dragon lol.)

If her loyalty is broken by someone she trusts, then that person better wish they never angered her.

She has great fighting capabilities, but can can get a bit too into it. It's a Primal way of acting for her but it's natural to gain complete victory in battle. Though, if she's in a blind rage, you better get the hell away from her general vicinity.

Uses blue, scorching flames to fry/melt her opponents. She can condense the flames to turn white but it can also harm her if used for too long. They are very dangerous.

Tempest may act animalistic at times. Acting like an actual dragon, and exhibiting actual animal like traits. Depending on the person, this can be dangerous or fairly harmless.

~•~

Autobot OC's (Can be added to)

Glint - Mini-bot - Femme

Age: 16 million years

Alt-Mode: Cybertronian hovercraft, four wings and six thrusters. Can also float in the air with careful control of her thrusters on her pedes.

Occupation before the War:

-Air control for landings, messenger relay, weather surveyor

Occupation during the war:

-Flyer, messenger, investigator, tracker, assistant to Prowl, logistics officer, documenter

Glint, as well as other mini's, we're never that well respected. It was fortunate she got a good job, especially in Iacon, but that didn't mean other bots didn't treat her any less shitty. Her boss was an aft, and trying right live as best as she can even when she knew she was getting paid less shanix then everyone else. Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Jetfire treated her with respect at least, but that didn't last when the war started. It was frightening for her. Joining the Autobots was one of the best decisions she ever made though! (Even if some of them looked down on her.)

~•~

Sova - Beastformer - Autobot (doesn't have the insignia though) - Mech

(Red rings in his optics indicate hostility/warning/fear. Usually he has normal, wide golden optics.)

Age: 9 million years

Occupation before the war: Lived near an abandoned area once. Was then taken from his home, treated as a 'pet' and like a lesser being. Had to learn on his own but was either punished for it, or ignored.

Occupation in war: Information gatherer (sometimes), he doesn't like leaving Rung and Ratchet alone nor does he like to worry anyone. He does it to be on look out so he can protect others.

Alt-Mode:

His beastform is a giant owl, armored and talons sharp. His wings and tail are naturally razor sharp, he can cut through most things. He can move fast, quiet, and swift. He prefers not to talk but will if he needs to.

Before the war be always liked to help others but thanks to him being a "beast" he never had that much of a home or job. He didn't know how to handle his emotions, he never learned from anyone. He does feel things but he never expresses or shows it, all he does is have a stoic face. Although, despite this he was taken from his home and into Iacon by some snobby mech. Of course, Sova didn't know how to show gratitude or fear. He felt warm, but that went down the drain fast when he was treated like he wasn't some sentient being. He didn't have much of a choose and stayed with the mech, even through the abuse, mental, physical, and sexual (mainly by a 'medic'). Thankfully, he was rescued by Ratchet when the bombing from the Decepticon's started.

~•~

Breeze - Dinobot - Femme

Age: 25 million years (probably older)

Before the war:

Was part of Primal Vanguard- and well versed in stealth tactics, has high medical experience. Was paired up with Grimlock and Slag. (Much to her dissatisfaction)

During the war:

Still part of the Dinobots! Medical officer in the group, stealth officer.

Prefers not to fight, but can be a ruthless killer if the need arises.

Alt-Mode:

Was a regular four-wheeler before, but was forcefully given a Achillobator alt-mode. (Dark green, red, and light grey with yellow optics)

With one look of her, one wouldn't expect her to be so violent when she's fighting. Sweet, but reserved. Even a bit prideful when it comes to her skills. Consequently, she doesn't like listening to orders from Ultra Magnus, Prowl, or Optimus Prime, even Grimlock sometimes! This was amplified when she got her Achillobator alt-form. Though naturally falling into a pack, she can be troublesome if she wants to deal with something herself.

Because of this, she likes the Wreckers quite a bit, but ultimately always returns to her designated group.

Breeze eventually comes to like her fellow Dinobots, though it takes a while for her to come around.

~•~

Lucidity - Insecticon - Autobot - Femme

Age - 26 million years old

Before the war - Taken away from her home just for being curious of the beauty of Praxus at night. Taken in by the higher power and wealthy and made into an entertainer for them. Also a beautiful singer, she is pretty famous in high society.

During the war -

Medic (but is also in Special Operations under Jazz)

Outlier - Psychosis

-Certain sounds cause a paralyzing effect, most of them others can't hear.

-Patterns she displays in her optics and wings have a hypnosis effect. She has compound optics, multiple lens in her optics, so it's extremely effective.

-If she wants to, she can dispel micro particles that can invade someones mind and cause a euphoric reaction. In reality, this decommissions any motor functions if overused/inhaled too much.

-Can blend into her surroundings in her alt-mode.

Alt - Mode:

A beautiful butterfly. She has six legs in this form, and can fly silently.

In her bipedal mode, she has four arms and to legs.

(Purple and blue optics, plating is white, light purple, dark blue, and some hints of black. Can change her biolight's color naturally)

Extremely beautiful and was taken by the higher ups in Praxus because of her beauty, effects on others processors, and the "entertainer" factor. Her singing was hypnotic in every way. All her pattern like movements that were reserved for personal performances. Used as a pillar of release, lies, distractions, and entertainment. Many on the lower levels believe her to be snobby, rich, and pampered. In actuality, she was being controlled fully by her "managers". Unable to ask for help, or get away. Lucidity has tried many times to leave her captors but after many tries…she learned that she was trapped. Stopping herself from escaping now that she's in this position.

Inspired by:

Grimes - REALiTi (Voice sounds like this)

Grimes - Shinigami Eyes

Villain - Bella Poarch

YOASOBI - Idol「アイドル」

In time, trying desperately to enjoy it and find some kind of purpose from it. Even so, she was naturally very private and sweet- and doesn't do well with lot's of attention. Even so, during many private performances she tries to endure it even when it caused great damage to her mind. Especially her natural power being used to gain highs. But she learned that if she controlled it enough, they'd be high but not too much to notice they are paralyzed. Even so- there was a restriction placed on her abilities so it didn't matter in the end.

Aside from being used as some stress reliever/tool, she found some kind of happiness in singing and making others happy. All the personal finances she got in Shanix, was mostly pushed towards charities anonymously with enough for her to get by (and keeping it under the radar from her captors). Sure, she was being used for deed that made her want to cry but at least she could help those in need.

Lucidity can't help but feel alone and not real, like she's in some kind of pocket dimension that forced her to be a puppet for others entertainment.

There are times when she has identity crisis'. It was more common earlier in her "career" because of all of the drastic changes and struggling to come to terms with her situation.

What's more common now is her derealization. Often happening when she is brought in for meetings, being lectured by her superiors, or being alone with her "clients" (corrupt enforcers, her managers, ect). There are often times when she wakes up sore but alone.

Alone.

They never got to try and find where she went, given the Decepticon threat and leaving the safety of Praxus would mean going on Decepticon territory.

There was a change. A chance.

One night, after one of her performances. Nobody was there to take her back to her suite, only a way to leave the life she had. A chance to get someone- anyone's help. There were shackles on her as she ran out of the building and into the empty streets. So she escaped. Her captors never thought to put a tracker on her. They couldn't do that- given her stardom. Maybe that was a blessing in disguise?

Lucidity joined the Autobot's, believing it to be a safe haven. Somewhere she can stay away from Praxus and any other city for that matter. Having no idea what any other cities would try and do to her.

And it was. It was more than what she could ask for. But with a war on the horizon, she couldn't continue with what she was doing before. It was all she knew anymore- so she was lost for a while. Still experiencing what it was like to fade in and out of reality.

It became another occupation of hers that she enjoyed just as much as being a medic. Efficient in silent takedowns and flooding a battlefield beforehand with her "pollen" like particles, or Decepticon bases with it. She killed others only when necessary. Her abilities were extremely useful when cornered too.

But she did find a purpose. Being able to access more information, and being given suggestions on what to do from others around her. She became a medic at first, enjoying the feeling of helping others and trying to get over her fears of touching others. The use of her four arms and servos came in handy.

Her quiet entrances, use of her abilities to numb patients minds to pain naturally, and overall mask on her faceplate. Well- it didn't go unnoticed by Jazz and others in the stealth division.

But…there was always a part of her that felt like she was wearing a mask always. Sweet and perky, even alluring at times. How she'd been "trained". She wishes she'd have someone to see her real self. Wishing she'd have a place to be comfortable, and to open up to someone. Get rid of the disgusting itch phantom touches, aches, and nightmares she experiences constantly. For now, she keeps it all inside. Too afraid to take off the mask she's always had on. Even if others think of her as ignorant (she's far from it).

~•~

Stutterbolt - Autobot - Femme

Age: 10 million years

Alt-mode:

Racecar hovercraft that floats. She won't get rid of it even if the others insist. She's attached to her Cybertronian vehicle mode.

Outlier(?): Has fits of exhilarating electricity that speed her up in short bursts. Even when she's in her bipedal mode.

15 foot femme

Before the war: Racer, went to an academy in Iacon and visited Kaon to watch the gladiator's fight

During the war: Backup, sniper, messenger. Actually rather good at spying.

Having been from Velocitron, otherwise known as the Speed Planet, it's quite obvious how she acts. She doesn't speak fast like Blurr, but she can be rather antsy if she sits still for too long. Sleek and smooth, she is able to cut through wind like a missile. Finding obvious enjoyment when she is able to fulfill that racers spirit of hers. When she first joined the Autobots, she had to climb the ranks like others. But she was quickly noticed for her speed and sharp optics. Ending up being pulled aside to be tested for her abilities by Optimus and Ultra Magnus. With her sharp eyes, it was obvious she had amazing capabilities for long distant combat. Her speed was no joke, and finding her abilities even more useful, she was put into combat after training to get her abilities at least somewhat combat worthy. Sadly, thanks to an incident with being raided by Decepticon troops, she was badly injured on the helm and on her left shoulder plating. Stutterbolt managed to drag herself to the comms room when the Decepticon's left after their raid. Calling for medics at the outpost.

Having taken heavy damage, she was never able to fully recover. Still having sharp senses, she was able to fight. She stutters more often, and has dull pains, and sometimes forgets things but she's an otherwise capable soldier.

~•~

Hyperdose - Autobot - Mech

Age: 12 million years

Occupation before the war:

Was an entertainer from Praxus but ended up being moved to Kaon when they found no use for him anymore

Occupation in the war:

Was seriously injured in the early starts of the war thanks to the Decepticons finding out he's joining the Autobots. He's a bit of a Communication's Officer, as well as an entertainer on the side since some bots need some positive.

Alt-Mode:

He turns into a Cybertronian high frequency speaker and recorder

Instruments he can play:

Erhu, Guzheng, Violin, Kalimba, Harp, and Electric bass. Obviously his voice too.

Hyperdose can be defined as several different things.

-The Blind entertainer that knows his way around several traditional cybertronian instruments

-Great at communication, social and war related

-Surprisingly great at being sneaky, and can be used as a device to tell where enemies are on a stealth mission

Hyperdose was a great entertainer. A bar in Praxus, made a steady income of shanix, and had perfect pitch. Maybe too perfect, and his audials could hear the drop of a pin easily from the other side of the bar while there's quiet murmuring. Either way, bots of all kinds enjoyed him and his music. The entertainment days came to a halt when the higher up that held power over his district said he's being sent down to Kaon. It was a sudden move, and he couldn't do anything about it. He tried to be hopeful, maybe he can light up their lives a bit? It would be nice to have some soft music to take the edge as you relax with your engex. It was...eventful, to say the least. Several very overcharged mechs came onto him, which he politely denied. (Some had to be taken out due to not accepting his declines.) And there were plenty of fights. Fights that he tried to stop sometimes but ended up getting in the way.

When the revolution started, he wasn't on any side but he leaned Decepticon. Agreeing that the lower caste should be treated fairly. But once the civilian casualties started? Well...

That's when he became fearful for his own spark.

Who could blame him when he decided to leave to join the Autobots? Believing that a gradual change would be good for everyone, as well as defending civilians that had nothing to do with this war? Quite a couple Decepticon's blamed him. They assaulted him, leading to his optics being ripped out and getting absolutely pummeled. Not dead though. He dragged himself to someone who could help, fortunately there was a bit who did.

~•~

Staticflame - Autobot - Mech

Age: 12 million years

Occupation before the war:

A doctor and scientific researcher.

Occupation after the war:

More of a crazed soldier after his sparkmate was killed on the battlefield. He couldn't save him. It drove his already stressed mental state to the brink. He can still perform medical, but that's not a good idea because of the PTSD he has.

Alt-Mode: Slim frame, a two wheeler that's more for quickly getting around the field instead of transport. Can hover as well.

He had a sparkmate by the name of Rainstrider. Both Staticflame and Rainstrider knew each other from just small sparklings. They became Conjunx Endura once they were assigned their jobs. They're both from Iacon. Rainstrider was a four wheeler and had a better frame for fighting, so he joined the enforcers. Thanks to this, Staticflame excelled in the medical field, inspired to help heal. As well as keep his sparkmate in good health. The tension between the Senate, Autobots, and newly named Decepticon's became apparent when the first civilian attacks happened. It was breaking down into civil war. So, Staticflame followed with Rainstrider into the Autobot ranks. Getting acquainted with Ratchet, First Aid, Perceptor, and among other Autobots.

Staticflame didn't like seeing his sparkmate getting hurt so badly, but it made him proud that he was so strong. The proudness turned to horrible pain when he was sent as a field medic during a skirmish between the Autobots and Decepticon. It was the brutality he saw that scared him, trying to stabilize as many as he can on the field. To hide them behind rubble and broken buildings.

Rainstrider was in this battle, having to retreat. Staticflame truly thought that he was going to get out without any heartache. So when he was grabbed and covered by his sparkmate, only to watch as an explosion went off right where they were standing. Skidding across the ground, he half thought he was hallucinating in the disorienting atmosphere when Rainstrider was shot in the spark chamber by a Decepticon soldier. The bot probably thought Staticflame died since he flew off, but that's far from the truth. The next moments were terrible.

So much energon, it covered the ground and his servos. Crying lubricant, sore all over but ignoring his own pain to try and save his lover. All the stress of this war, it was his breaking point. Trying to keep his servos steady, his own spark chamber aching. Rainstrider only held Staticflame as he went offline. Even through the agony of having his Conjunx ripped from him, he continued to try and revive him. Anything. That never happened though. So he vowed revenge against the Decepticon's. Becoming more of a brutal soldier, a warm criminal. No longer a medic (too much PTSD, he doubts his skills heavily).

~•~

Codeburst - Autobot? Grey Area/Leaning Neutral - Mech

Age: 14 million years

Occupation before the war:

[Redacted]

(High Ranking code breaker for the Senate but nobody needs to know he manipulated the information given to the public, as well as an ex-criminal; nobody but him knows this though)

Occupation during the war:

Hacker, information gathering, [Redacted]

Alt-Mode:

Small four wheeler, with modified wheels that can hover for a short time.

Not many know who he was before the war. It feels like it's all been deleted or wiped. He wears a screen over his face, and makes expressions through that even if he's almost always seen being a statue. He has a small build, but is quite fast. Great at sneak attacks...like he's done them before.

Codeburst can talk.

It's quiet and methodical, his speech can be slow sometimes. Thinking about his every word, as if he'll get punished for saying something wrong.

~•~

Cluster - was a Decepticon first, then an Autobot, but later forced into being a Decepticon once more - Femme

Age: 9 million years old

Occupation before the war:

Was a psychiatrist and writer in the higher caste system, but chose to go to Kaon and continue work there because she saw what the caste system was doing. Also to give some type of therapy to bots down there.

Occupation during the war:

Psychiatrist, Historian/Archivist. Even for the Decepticon's, she is one. Can fight, but not the best at it.

Alt-mode:

Small drone form. Thin wings aimed down.

White, blue, and pinkish red

White optics

During Cybertron's Golden Age, she was given a high education thanks to her Creator's influence despite her having an aerial alt mode. Having an excellent mind for small detailed, and reading other Cybertronian's moods and body language early one. She was given the job of being a psychologist. Though, she more so wanted to be a writer thanks to her imaginative processor. Sadly, she couldn't voice this. Not wanting to give her Creator a bad reputation, but also being quite scared what others will do to her if she were to voice her opinion.

So she took up the job.

Despite her not really wanting the job, she actually grew to like it somewhat since she was able to help others processors.

It grew increasingly irritating though when other bots clogged her schedule up with problems that aren't traumatic. Like she's someone to come to to get advice on a disobedient sparkling. Also noting the discontent and unrest in the less fortunate parts of Cybertron.

~•~

Fizz - Autobot - Mech

Age - 21 Million Years

Before the War -

Has always been a space ship engineer. Admires Atomsplitter even after he left the planet, and tries to follow in his pedesteps. Admires Perceptor too!

During the War -

Space Engineer and helped make the Ark. At first, he was very nervous around the other scientists. They are knowledgeable, and intimidate him- but he's always admired them. So when he was asked to help make the Ark and make upgrades to existing ships- well, he was just ecstatic!

Alt-Mode - A Cybertronian Hovercraft. Make modifications to his thrusters and wings during the war with Brainstorm's help. (May have gotten a weapon upgrade too just in case.)

A dark blue and white, his optics are white.

With so much dedication and thought put into his work- is he confident? No. He's been talked down many times by his superiors. Sure, he knows he can do it but there is also that knawing in the back of his mind that if he messes up, its all over. He worries for his abilities, and strives to be perfect. Fizz is a perfectionist, but to a fault- having serious issues with failure. He can take constructive criticism, but if he's insulted or just rudely told his design is flawed? Well, he won't show it but it'll all bubble under the surface. He'll fidget, and laugh it off but when he's alone there is a 50/50 chance of what he'll do.

Fizz was always fanatical about large ships, especially ones used in the Exploration Era of Cybertron. Admires all kinds of designs, but one day wishes to make his very own ship. That's why he admired Atomsplitter. He was confident enough to make his own ship in secret, and then leave to take part in his own experiments in deep space!

Now see, Fizz isn't that confident. Sure, he's intelligent at what he does, and nobody can beat his expert craftsmanship when it comes to handling spaceships he's been commissioned. When he gets to work, he can really hyperfixate on the thing unless someone pulls him away to refuel.

The fear of failure and yearning for praise has mainly to do with his Carrier, who criticized every little thing he did until he didn't get as many comments about it. It was also partly because of his employer's, he rarely got much credit because of the company he worked for. It didn't help that his own framing was discriminated against and hated. But when he was given praise, or others acknowledged him, he'd be ecstatic. Work harder. Better.

Lock himself in his habsuit and let the negativity consume him.

Or he'll slave away with no rest, to make what was wrong with the craft as perfect as it can be. As strong as it can be.

Of course, the war had to start when he was being recognized for his work a bit more.

There was no way he was going to let them get the upper hand. Sadly, he doesn't know how to fight very well. Sure, he has blasters installed but he freezes up when there is a threat. That has resulted in his capture once…being forced to work for the Decepticon's was NOT fun. How would it? It was terrifying, the harm brought to him did a number to his nerves- not to mention his already race of acknowledgement and praise. Abused with both words and frame.

All that recognition hit him right in the face. Being targeted by Decepticon's, Autobot's, and Neutral's alike…

Fizz joined the Autobot's since he knew killing makes his spark weak. A more peaceful solution to functionalism is way better, right? Let the ones responsible accountable in a court. Sadly, that never happened. But this is a place he felt somewhat welcomed. Able to work, and be given some sort or positive reinforcement by his peers. Though, the weight of responsibility in making ships with weapons- and having to make sure they don't fall apart. Plus, the Decepticon's were trying to win a race to more advanced machinery.

~•~

He'd get rescused by the Autobot's eventually. He was forever changed.

Fizz still had wide-eyed admiration for his peers, excitalable curiosity, and motivation for his work. But there was a much more…fragile vulnerability to his mental state. Hyper aware of mistakes he'd make. As well as being extremely scared of those that may get angry at him, or frustrated. The hyperfixation became more like escapism for him when working on his ships.

Other than that, and war trauma, he's always been quite cute and quiet- but happily talks about the ingenuity of ships and detailed explanations of his creations. He's just more hyper-aware now and has an even deeper fear of failure now (given that when he purposefully messed up stuff fornthe Decepticon's he'd get punished).

Fizz is gentle by nature and not very socially aware. He's kind of socially inept (but not as much as Atomsplitter).

Decepticon OC's (Can be added to)

Blight - Mini-con - Mech

Age: 13 million years

Before the War: Doctor

During the War: Poison / Chemical / Toxin Specialist

Before the war, he always had an interest with mixing chemicals, and making different liquids. Already being a doctor though, he had to do this privately, in how own time. He's not crazy enough to go around where he works, flaunting dangerous substances.

There was also the case with his...Master. Abused heavily, and manipulated by said mech, he didn't live much of a great existence. Even if he was a doctor, a mini no less! It was not enough even for that bastard of a mech. Not to mention the inequality and mistreatment even when doing his job- it really fucked with his processor. Photographic memory really is a blessing and a curse. Even before the war, he went through harsh treatment. Especially with other mechs, he was necessarily a servant of any kind. He was cornered once, and it went off from there. It's very personal and I won't put any details. Let's just say it's what his PTSD revolves around (as well as his Master). He didn't have his phobia back then either.

He, of course, like other bots, attended speeches that Megatronous did. He mostly listened to them over speakers as he had a break from his doctor duties, or in his free time at his home. Especially behind it for the equality because of how many Minibot's are discriminated against.

The short version; when the war broke out, he got traumatized as a field medic + having PTSD from what has happened to him in life? He doesn't like when others touched him, and decided to become an expert in all things toxic, chemical, and poisonous.

~•~

Apantesis - Insecticon (Sort of Neutral) - Femme

Age: 16 million years old? Perhaps older, nobody knows.

Occupation before the war:

Was guarding energon ley lines from any strange creatures, as well as helping keep the lines clean. Only popped out a couple of times to try and look at the shining bright light that came through the cracks in Cybertron

Occupation during the war:

Wouldn't really consider herself on any side, having been discovered by Decepicon's down below in the caverns of Cybertron. She doesn't like being a science experiment...

Perhaps you can count her as a scout.

Alt-Mode: A Cybertron's Moth. Around 15 foot, maybe 14 foot. Not that big! Her wings are around 20 foot when spread out though.

Ability/Outlier?

Hypnosis:

-Can control people by using her lovely wings

-Doesn't use it unless she's cornered or forced to

-Can also brighten her biolights until they're blinding, but that's just naturally something she can do.

She's been around for a long time. Maybe longer. It's obvious she knows Cybertron's caverns like the back of her servo, and takes care of it with loving ferver. It's her home, and she thinks the blue energon lines are absolutely beautiful. Vital for all of their survival. Along with other Incect-bots, she commanded a small hive.

Of course...she wouldn't consider herself a leader, but she was one of the few that was actually scentient and not in a Swarm Hive-Mind with them all. After all, she's checked above around before and has learned some basic language. Though, she speaks Insecti-bot and Primal Vernacular the best. Neocybex is a bit hard for her to learn, but she knows enough to understand it. Having trouble pronouncing, lisping most of her words. It was crucial to keep the energon lines safe lest their home deteriorate and all the other bots above die out. Apantesis notices immediately when she saw the energon was deteriorating. Primus, have mercy on us, is this really true? It was an increasing concern through the cycles. So she investigated.

Much to her horror, she found the above ground much more...dangerous. From what she can read in the modern language, a Civil War. Sadly, she was nabbed by Decepticon scientists, as well as some other Insecti-bots. Trying to reason with these new faceplates- Decepticons? The side that's very violent and wants a forceful revolution? Sadly, they didn't listen, subjecting her and the others that we're captured to experiments.

Cloning.

They weren't able to clone her, nor the others. Only a small sentient group came from her...she guesses. But they didn't look like her at all. The Decepticon's ended up with a lot of mindless Insecti...con drones.

Now? Apantesis keeps clear of the labs and even medical bays (needed to be out into stasis to even get repaired). Bombshell, Kickback, and Shrapnel are her friends. Dear to her. They are the first to be sentient like her, so she taught them her Insecti language, as well as Primal Vernacular (though they didn't get very good at it, they know a couple phrases though). Neocybex was their primary language, given to them by the scientist. Shockwave...she didn't like him. She actually hates him, and doesn't want to be near him.

She's more of a pacifist...killing only when she absolutely has to.

~•~

Highrange - Predacon - Femme

Age: 28 million years (probably older)

Before the war:

Was with Kup and the other Predacon's, learning how to fight. Original she was quite wild dangerous but now she's calm- almost too much. Following the others to the gladiatorial pits, enjoying that she can out her skills to the test and improve.

During the war:

Part of the Predacon's of course, an Assault Group. Though she'd calm and keeps the others from fighting too much, she can blow up easily. Loses herself in battle occasionally. Thank Primus Razorclaw is there.

Amazing tracker, as well as ambushing

Alt-Mode:

A large turbowolf (much bigger than a turbofox) (yellow, white, and red)

If anyone calls her a turbofox, they're getting mauled.

"When my denta tear out your voice box, call me a turbofox again! See where that gets you, a one way ticket to the All-Spark, that's what!"

Thanks to always being in a group, she's very much protective over her fellow Predacon's. Only trusting a select few outside of said group. Being the most distrustful and cautious around strangers. She's also highly territorial, so whatever she claims is hers, it is hers. The only ones she shares with is her team.

Thanks to Kup's training, she's learned to lessen her wild urges most of the time. Instead, channeling them into her fighting- it gets hard when outside of it if someone is threatening her though. What she doesn't appreciate is being underestimated, especially by bigger bots (which most are bigger than her). Sometimes her calm demeanor is overshadowed by predator anger and she used that to take down larger bots than her.

Complimenting her wolf like nature, she thrives in packs and therefore tries to take care of everyone. Usually checking if everyone is alright. Highrange is quite smart, giving input where input is needed when Razorclaw takes the lead.

~•~

Echostream - Decepticon - Beastformer - Mech

Age: 20 million years (probably older)

Before the war:

Stubbornly entered Praxus despite being given unfair judgement- subsequently gaining the interest of some Senators for his want to learn. Sadly, this resulting in his naivety getting manipulated.

During the war:

Recon, Ambushes, Escort, and infiltration

Underestimating this mech is what gets most bots killed. Whether it's joking or serious, he will not hesitate to strike you.

Alt-mode:

Large cybersnake, venomous of course. Similar to a king cobra. (White/red, black, and tan)

Having a strong sense of determination, he pushed himself into this foreign society despite the prejudice and disgust. It fueled him to change their minds. He could change into his bipedal mode, frustratingly- most mistakened him for a femme. He has a naturally slim build, given his alt-mode.

It was quite clear to him that Cybertron's non-beast like residents were struggling even from the outside. The Sea of Rust is where he lived previously, but he made it to Praxus through various different methods. Mainly traveling by himself, but hitching a ride where he could find it. It was even more apparent in his processor that the peaceful times probably wouldn't hold up when he got there. The bots there. They judged him before even getting to know him.

Treating him like some primitive animal. How could they live like this, not realizing what they do is hypocritical?

The Senate unfortunately took notice of the strange beastformer that waltzes into Praxus.

It couldn't have gone more wrong.

Being lured in with the promise of more grand knowledge, manipulating his hopeful nature to change what is happening.

Captured and sedated by that digitally masked mech, then handed to the Senate on a silver platter. They ran experiments on him, making his venom exceptionally more dangerous. Fascinated by how his own body could even produce these liquids. More than half his time there was spent half delirious and half numb. The pain didn't even feel like pain anymore. His sensors overloaded- they had tampered with those too. He's so sensitive now, each movement aches. Using his deadly venom for who knows what. Echostream hated them, and they underestimated his intelligence and will.

He mapped as much as he could of the place he was held in in between experiments. Thanks to his newly improved sensored (that still plauge him to this cycle) he could sense the movements of those even with his optics offline, and audials shut off. It was an inaite ability he always had and they just made it more deadly, as well as his venom.

So he executed his escape plan flawlessly when the Senate was too distracted with rising discourse.

Ending up in Kaon was not his intention. Being loyal to Megatron after many of his species was not his intention. Becoming part of his special forces was not something he expected- but to be treated as an equal. To be able to fight for a cause that didn't leave beastformers out- my, it made him feel joy.

It was excruciating.

Moving overwhelmed him but he didn't give it anymore thought then just getting away.

~•~

Tempjià - Decepticon - Mech

Triple Changer

Age: 18 million years

Profession during the war: Assassin and Intel Gatherer, can fight extremely well, takes dangerous missions as much as he can

Before the war: A criminal, torturer, killed off some bad bots and raided places under the wing of his Sire.

Alt-Mode(s):

Cybertronian Hover Jet Drone / Four Wheeler (both are silent)

Growing up in a more trashy part of Cybertron has it's downfalls. Kaon. Not having much of a childhood or friends caused him to grow up early on. Especially with a strict criminal mastermind of a Sire. It didn't take him long to realize how dangerous it is and how harsh the world can be.

He watched his Creator die at the hands of his Sire. His Sire teaching that not even he can be trusted. Although, still being taken care of by said parental figure. Tempjià never really had any close friends, they were always more like minions that listen to him. He never developed a superiority complex, more like being smart and strategic. Even against his own Sire. He learned from his Sire, took in techniques and training, killing. Becoming obsessive over his weapons and how the rush of murdering someone in cold blood-- err, energon, gave him a high. Sadly, he would get a bit soft over a mech that actually seemed to care for him when he joined Tempjià's gang, well his Sires.

His Sire never let Tempjià do anything fun, or get vulnerable. He was always on edge and sadistic, which in turn made Tempjià that way as well. But the mech was kind, and someone reliable. Tempjià, having no experience, quickly became infatuated with the bot. Albeit, secretly. They became involved after knowing each other for a long time, Tempjià growing more to be an independent. Although, his Sire made him do something that broke him, even before the war but close. Tempjià made a mistake, he showed love for someone. His Sire saw.

His Sire made him kill the mech he loved. That was...the first time Tempjià had cried. It was the first time in a while that he wanted to kill his Sire, to rip him to pieces. Although, as his lover died he said it wasn't Tempjià's fault and that he wishes he had more time to at least be even closer with Tempjià.

He killed his Sire that night. Tortured and then murdered in cold blood.

Tempjià still has a piece of his fallen love, he never really let go even though he knows he should, it's in his subspace. He's brutal now, more brutal than he was. He lost most of his morals when his lover died, but deep down maybe he still feels something. Nowadays, he is one of Megatron's elites, finding enjoyment in watching mechs die. Going on suicide missions with no sense of self-worth, but barely returning with a scratch. He may be small but he is "happy". Sometimes he can be gone for a long time, but others are always on edge around him. Especially Starscream, Megatron let's Tempjià have a couple hits on him sometimes.

~•~

Nighthawk - Decepticon - Mech

Age: 7 Million years

Profession(s):

Field Medic

Seeker

Assassin/Spy (sometimes)

Interrogator (half of the time)

He has always been a medic, even before the war. He liked helping others and healing them, although if he messed up he would really be in a state of panic. It was always easy to calm him down though. It's rather funny, since he worked on fixing up criminals. Maybe he was just too sympathetic to them, because he did a better job at talking to them and helping them, even with his shy nature. Surprisingly, he's good at handling serious people as well. Usually others would probably get annoyed quickly.

Sometimes he was found indulging in the speeches that Megatronous gave out, sitting in the back and away from the commotion of the crowd. It's not like he wasn't fascinated, he just doesn't want to bother anyone. Especially when he's so small, he might get pushed around by all the strong mechs and femmes in the crowd. So he'd hang back and twiddle his servos in front of his chassis and smile softly because of the rights Megatronous is striving for. He agrees that everyone should be equal afterall.

When the war broke out, he was quick to join the Decepticons, those equal ideals fresh in his processor. He didn't fight much, knowing he wouldn't really last long unless he had the upper hand with a surprise. He wasn't expecting to get pulled to Megatronous so quickly, and thanks to him being a medic, he could see the dents in his armor. Not to mention his...now changed demeanor. It wasn't long after telling Megatronous his profession and some previously known skills he had (like being quiet when not even trying) that he was...sent into battle! He was in the backlines, now being pushed into being a field medic. Having his medical supplies and going to fix up fallen Decepticons as quickly and carefully as he could. Trying to reassure the soldiers as best as he could, even when he wasn't used to talking to others.

In the battle for Iacon, it went like it normally did. He helped others, but quickly realized how many were falling. So he had to work fast (with other field medics as well but they were slowly starting to hide or fall). The mech didn't hide, he wanted to help as many as could. Sadly, he was tackled by an Autobot, but before he could react he felt a blade he shoved into his left socket. Pain quickly took over his face and frame, a desperate and pained scream came from. Already having his processor overwhelmed with nightmares from previous battles, even soldiers he couldn't save. It didn't take much for him to push the hesitant Autobot off him and get out one of his blades. His mind was pushed too hard and now he's standing in front of a dead Autobot, energon splashed across him. Said energon running out of his neck cables and spark chamber ripped over thanks to the violent stabbing he did with his blade.

He doesn't go into front row battles anymore (unless he's absolutely needed). He'd rather stay back and do what he does best.

~•~

Duskstar - Outlier - Decepticon - Femme

Outlier Ability - Space distortion (sort of like telekinesis, but less over-powered. She can make things stop mid-air, as well as push things back. She doesn't know the full extent to it, but it gets painful if she uses it too much)

Occupation Before War - Senator Shockwave's assistant, graduated from his private academy with flying colors.

Occupation During War - Megatron's Second in Command next to Starscream/Still Shockwave's assistant, but he became less like the bot she knew before the war.

Can also be considered the strategist, planner, organizer of the troops.

Alt Mode - Two Wheeler and Small Hover Craft

A good 16 foot femme.

Duskstar was helped by Megatron but at the time his actual miner designation was D-16 (then named himself Megatronus, then Megatron). He was a simple miner, but happened upon an injured femme after completing his work for the cycle. She remembers him clearly, he was the first person to help her despite the dangers she posed to herself and others around her as an Outlier (someone with abilities that aren't helped by other technologies).

Yeah. She was beaten and thrown out to rust by others since Outliers are shunned do to being so different. It wasn't inline with the Senate. Duskstar has Space Distortion (basically able to condense space...sorta like telekinesis but has more options). Anyone harboring an Outlier would basically be terminated but D-16 didn't care for such things and led her to a cavern which was his abode. Helping her recover with his little resources and such.

She was helped by him. Of course she didn't want such kindness to get in trouble so she left. Hesitantly promising when she has more control over herself that she'd come back to see him. Then, by the whims of Primus she was later found by Senator Shockwave, who welcomed her to his academy with open arms. Giving her a place to stay and hide, where other Outlier's hid as well. Senator Shockwave was...kind, seeing promise in the Outliers. He had hope that they would change the future of Cybertron and steer it away from the fate it was beginning to dive into. Opression, classism. He didn't see it as right to denounce others with unique abilities and talents. Of course, thanks to Senator Shockwave's disappearance, she left and joined Megatron's revolution. Becoming a Decepticon, after Soundwave. She was second in command, a bit of competition with Starscream.

Duskstar never treats it as a competition though. Remaining rather calm in the face of Starscream who tries to demote her or sabotage her. Oddly enough, she finds it rather admirable that he's so persistent. Not really liking when he tries to become the Leader of the Decepticons though.

It's quite obvious Starscream is staying right where he is.

~•~

Flicker - Outlier - Decepticon - Femme

Outlier Ability:

Perception Control

-Can manipulate a processor to see hallucinations (can be wide scale if she concentrates enough)

-Can also disguise herself as other bots if she gets a full picture of them

-Can go invisible for a short time and still interact with objects.

Age: 9 million years old

Occupation before the war:

Was in prison, thanks to her outlier ability being found out but she escaped when the first bombing of the Senate happened.

Occupation during the war:

Tracker, Assassin, Spy...can also be substituted for a Commander.

Alt-Mode:

Silent Cyberyronian drone

Being discovered with her abilities was not on her to-do listen. To have been caught in a bar fight when she was just growing into her armor sets was an even worse time to experience this. Going invisible in front of the bots, it caused a cascade of reactions. Coming out of being invisible, it caused her dizziness but...seeing that there was hatred in the others eyes. She knew the jig was up. Only at 1 million years old too.

As fast as Flicker could, she ran.

Ran as fast as her legs could take her without them failing her. Living almost between Kaon and Praxus, it was a hotspot for bad mech and femmes alike.

She was on the run for at least 500 stellar-cycles (500 years) before she was finally captured. Dragged to the prison, even when she didn't even deserve to go there. No trial, nothing, just unfair judgement.

Desperate to survive, she adapted to the new dangerous environment faster than she would have liked. Avoiding anyone with a paranoid, cautious optic. It got worse for her, since she was prohibited from transforming like everyone else. Wings being statis-locked from the get go. But by far, the worst part were the radiation testing. It burned her spark so intensely that she felt as if she was going to offline multiple times. It was an overwhelming amount. Eventually, she got used to it and they even stopped for...whatever reason. Being so drained of fear and kindness, she became rather notorious in said prison block. There were some mech that were 'kind' but only because it benefited them. Flicker was taught to fight in there, hide important information, steal, deadly kill techniques, track, spy, and a multitude of other stuff.

Given a rough education, and no emotional stability. Her mental was fucked up, but Flicker made did her best to keep her sanity intact lest she act like the brutes in this prison. Thanks to her deadliness and tendency to be unpredictable, nobody tried to make a grab at her except for a few. She offlined two, and severely injured one. This all happened over a span of 4 million years. The next 4 million would be improving her abilities as quietly as she could. As privately as she could. Having grown into her plating already, it didn't take her long to realize that these idiots don't know how to supress her Outlier abilities. Not to mention, those radiation tests just seemed to make her abilities that much more powerful, though she never told anyone. Not even some mechs she 'trusted'.

Having a photographic memory, she was able to memorize the guards routes. Carefully and meticulous coming up with an escape plan. Patiently waiting for the opportunity to arise where she can get out undetected. Making a rough replica of the key to the stasis cuffs on her wings. It'll be painful to transform after not doing it for so long, but she's been through worse.

Much worse.

So on the day of the bombing, that was it. It was her chance. The panic went all the way to the prison.

During the panic, she slipped through the cracks and meticulously planned route to get out. It worked, thank Primus.

For a whole 3 cycles until she ended up trying to steal from the Decepticon's. Flicker didn't care much for what was happening around her, but it became clear she was taken by a faction with some...good ideals. The idea of becoming equal, to not be judged for her Outlier abilities, it sounds amazing. After hearing Megatron speak of equality, and destroying the functionalist society to rebuild a more just one made her feel at home. Like she found her bots. Flicker joined, especially after finding out Soundwave was also an outlier. He was such a high rank too, clearly this was a good place!

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And that's about it for now. I'll probably put the pictures seperately. I don't have them all on my phone so yeah. I'll definitely put them on this post-- or on a different one. Or just in seperate posts.

ANYWAYS.

You may ask my OC's anything you want. Don't make it super weird though. I'm ok with NSFW questions, but don't get too crazy.

I do ship my OC's with canon characters so you can also ask questions about other canon characters to my OC's and stuff! :] Have fun but keep it respectful too.

See ya! And thanks for reading if you really did read it all!

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