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poppy-metal · 1 year ago

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Oh Poppy what do you think woldve happened after the tribbing/trash can kicking heart break incident?? What would’ve gone through Jordan’s mind for the following weeks and how would they have started to interact?

under a cut because i let my fingers fly

no because its definitely a turning point in your relationship, because how do you come back from that? jordan's been cruel to you many times before but this takes the cake. i mean, this is your body after all, its not just an instrument they can strum. you've learned by then, a little by being around them so much, what gets under their skin. so you ignore them after that. even though you're burning up inside and you want to scream and yell at them for being so careless with your feelings, want to shake them and tell them you're sorry they've had to work so hard and for so long with no acknowledgement from their parents or their peers, you know it must suck and be lonely and you know how high they've built their walls to keep from getting hurt, but its no excuse. its no excuse to hurt you that way, or to treat you like the enemy when you've done nothing but be their biggest ally. you suck it all up and tuck it deep and just go through the motions of practice, you don't meet jordans eye or talk to them at all.

for jordans part, its torture. they're already wrapped in guilt, but also a sick sense of satisfaction. satisfaction at being the first to be between your legs and make you feel like that - and as a woman, no less. they'd gotten to feel that slick heat between your legs and finally make you feel half of what they felt everyday around you, the heat, the frenzy, the passion. but they hate themselves because jordan knows they're a cunt. an asshole. they're not unaware of the kind of person they are. you dont grow claws like theirs and not realize they're there. and they feel like they stole something from you, something that probably should have gone to someone better. but then again, why shouldn't they have taken what they wanted? its half your fault anyway, for forcing this desire on them.

still, they dont expect you to ignore them. they'd been prepared for your simpering eyes, your frowns and your trembling lips and your betrayed gaze. they'd been prepared to brush you off, but you're the one doing the brushing. jordan li has never been brushed off a day in their life, not since their parents, they've made sure of that, because they fucking hate the feeling. makes it feel like there are ants under their skin. itchy and twitchy and fucking irritating and distracting.

you're not supposed to be mad at them.

"leave me alone, jordan" you tell them cooly, when they corner you later, you drain a bottle of water and jordan watches the way your throat works, lip curled because you're wearing one of their fucking hickeys on your neck and you have the audacity to act like you're too busy to talk to them.

"what the fuck is your problem," they step into your space. one hand coming up to grip your arm to stop you from taking another sip. you chance a glance at them and see their glare. dark eyes like two onyx flames. "kinda hard to do a duet performance when your partner is on the other side of the fucking studio all day."

you want to shake out of their grip but think that would give away too much emotion. so you just shrug, even if goosebumps are dancing across your skin at them being so close. "there are some solo scenes that dont require us to work together. think im gonna focus on those this week."

their jaw works, and you try hard not to think about their lips and how they'd felt on your skin. your neck, your throat, parting to tell you dirty things like how good you felt.

"dont fuck with me, freshmen. is this about last weekend?"

its a struggle not to react to the mere acknowledgement of the act that took place. when you finally look at them, their eyes flit over your face, like they're trying to gauge your reaction, taking in every feature of your face like they'd been starved of it, and you realize this is the first you've looked at them head on since that night.

they're so beautiful. it hurts.

you look away, "last weekend?"

playing dumb never worked with jordan. you should have known they wouldn't let it slide, even now.

"when i fucked you -"

"that wasn't sex," you protest meekly. not that you're an expert, far from it, in fact. but sex as far as you knew from books and movies had always required penatration, and nothing had gone - inside you.

jordan snorts. they step closer and now your back is against the full length mirrors that line the studio walls. they tower over you in this form, masculine energy pouring from them and making your mouth water. they always smell so good, something sharp and crisp, that made you want to lean into them.

"is that what you've been telling yourself all week? that it didn't matter because i didn't fuck you with my cock?"

you hate how the crude words make you flush, hate that you can't just not react and stay stoic like they seem to be able to. except, well, they aren't acting very stoic today you suppose. in fact, you notice their chest rising and falling inches from your own heaving chest. their pecs straining against the tight black nylon of their costume. that stupid fucking pearl chain necklace nestled where it always is.

"dont - we dont need to talk about it-"

one hand comes up next to your head against the glass, half trapping you. you crane your neck up to meet their eyes, a mistake, because of how intensely they're looking down at you. like you're prey all over again.

"i thought we shoulnd't, but now im realizing some things got lost in translation," they say softly, their other hand coming up to twine a strand of your hair that had fallen from your bun around their finger. "sex can be alot of things, freshie, not all of it means i have to be inside you, though-" they rub the strand between their fingers, their knuckle just barely skimming the skin of your clavicle, "- i've definitely thought of splitting you open on my cock."

heat blooms everywhere. across your body, in your stomach, pooling between your thighs.

"jordan," you hiss, your facade finally cracking. your wide eyes pleading with them, for you dont know what. for them to stop, for them to keep going. all of it and none of it. "i thought this is what you wanted - i, you left - im trying - im trying to let it go."

"yeah, i know. and i should let you." for once they sound sincere. almost remorseful. they grip your chin with their fingers, tild your head up. you watch some of their hair fall across their forehead and you want to push it back for them but you're frozen. "if i was a good person i would. but im not - im not a good person."

their hand next to your head slips down, until they grab your hand, interlacing your fingers with theirs. you feel the metal of their rings press into your skin and you cant pull away, even if you wanted to.

"you can't ignore me like that again."

you feel some spark come back to you, "you deserved it. after - after what you did -"

"but it wasn't sex right?"

you fluster, unsure now, "i - we - it was just - "

"its okay, sweetheart." you fumble immediately, the petname washing over you like a warm wave. a cotton candy cloud floating you to the sky. why should you be angry? "you obviously have alot to learn. how sex works between two women, first of all."

what are words anymore.

they grin then, and it feels like trouble, like the start to a whole new chapter of problems and heartache and thrills and pleasure.

"you're gonna come home with me tonight. and after i pop that cherry of yours with my cunt, you can tell me if you still feel like a virgin."

#ask #jordan li x reader #jordan li smut #toxic!ballet jordan #will reader ever learn #probably not #thus begins jordan and readers 'teach me about sex' era #wherein jordan is slightly nicer but still toxic #under the guise of helping you understand sex #but they're already in too deep

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sonicasura · 8 months ago

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Kaijuformers, Kaiju Transformers, is what you get when one side of the war decides to ramp things and the other follows suit to survive. Should it start on the Autobot side then mostly blame the Matrix of Leadership for its decision to turn Optimus into a giant monstrous titan at some random point. The reason why or whether its permanent depends on you handle the eldritch Spark containing pacemaker.

If it occurred on the Decepticon side first, then it's fucking Shockwave whose at fault. He did make actual Predacon clones in Aligned and took over Onyx Prime's body in the comics. There's a reason why the phrase "There's Satan and then there is Shockwave" exists. Megatron just approves the idea.

Either way it would be pretty fucking scary when you think about this iteration of their war on Earth. Literal giant monster fights that is just as destructive like in actual monster movies. There would be new technology created to make this new style of war more unpredictable.

Battleground Generators that form a temporary alternate pocket dimension to avoid massive unnecessary damage or unwanted casualties. Stealth Fields to make attacks undetectable unless intercepted in time.(You know the cases where entire towns or colonies of people disappear with no explanation on their whereabouts. It's like that but as a hunting ground based attack.)

A species known for adaptation potentially taking things a step too far. Decisions that could ultimately change Cybertronians into something unrecognizable from their original forms. War is terrifying for many reasons as morals barely matter and there are no lines left to cross.

Is it really worth it when the only way forward is to discard what you once were for the power of a monster?

Edit: There's nothing Godzilla related here. I just put the GIF here cause I thought it would fit. Lol

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annabelle-creart · 4 months ago

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The 13 Primes Au

Some world building for you, my fellow bitches

This became kind of crazy since I let Inept involve in this, so, I needed to reconstruct the world, so, it doesn't feel blurry in my head and/or out of context, this is some kind of first version/guide

Ps: this Au contains story from the Aligned continuity and Earthspark (only the first season, the second never happened)

Ps2: don't use this timeline as reference for the Life of Rescue Bots au, or you will lose your mind

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At the Beginning, when the Primes were created, well, you already know that, so, let's go more in the future

The first dead one was Thirteenth, died during the Unicron's battle

The second was Amalgamous because of Megatronus

The third one was Solus by Megatronus' hand (aka. Cannon)

The fourth one was Onyx (injured but managed to escape)

The fifth one was Megatronus (ahem 'suicide')

The six one was Liege, killed by the rest for his crimes

The seven one was Quintus, killed by his own creations

The eight one was Prima (aka. Suicide, again)

The nine sibling was Micronus, who left the job searching for some peace

The ten and eleven siblings were Alchemist and Alpha Trion, searching for his dead siblings, believing they would find them in another life

The twelve prime was Vector, bored of his loneliness and wanted some vacation

Nexus system separated a lot of time ago but still exist without needing reincarnation

✨️✨️✨️A LOT OF TIME LATER, AS TOLD IN CYBERTRONIAN HISTORY, WHICH I DON'T KNOW AND DUE TO, I WILL NOT TELL, ONLY THE IMPORTANT✨️✨️✨️

Heatwave and his team end up Lost in Space (I should do a crossover with that series, it can be interesting, but not today), during the stasis he unlocked his prime memories

Meg became decepticon leader after Orion recieved the Matrix and unlocked his prime's memories, bla bla bla

War war war

Soundwave unlocked his memories as Alpha Trion on what remained of the destoyed archives

Shockwave unlocked his memories as Alchemist when Soundwave hit him on the head, doing damage to his emotion supressors

Cybertron got fucked up and all who remained had to escape, they saw an habitable planet with energon and both sides went there, Megatron with the Nemesis and Optimus with the Ark, forming the teams we know now from Earthspark, making some human friends

In human calendar it was the 80's, during that period, cybertronians had to remain in secret to evade the human forces, but with the time (more time than they thought), humans ended up finding their secret (decepticon's fault) and humans had to got involve, the Autobots, to guarantee their safety, allied with humans, settling their base in Jasper, Nevada, meeting on the process 3 teens named Jack, the son of a nurse on the military hospital, Raphael, the youngest son of a soldier of the base, and Miko, who got there by accident and stayed because she was bored, becoming in secret their most dearest comrades

During that time, Makeshift unlocked his memories as Amalgamous after almost being killed by both sides, hiding and not letting himself be seen

Time passed, and energon mines got each time hard to get due to decepticon's handwork, and the worst part was the battles, each time worse than the last one, until finally one of those battles made Megatron got seriously hurt, Starscream tried to use it on its advantage, and Optimus, incapable of let Megatron died by his fault again, saved him against all his comrades and friends' wish.

Megatron unlocked his memories after almost dying, and, mostly cause of the trauma, decided to redeem himself by becoming an autobot to try to end the war, not before making a lot of the harm that happened during Transformers Prime...

When Miko and Jack, who became military cadets and became even more closer to the transformers for recommendation, also being assigned to Bulkhead and Arcee as human fellows, Optimus, Iron Hide and Megatron got assigned to Charlie Burns, William Fowler and Dorothy Malto, becoming the ten of them the most fierce and strong human-cybertronian team of all of times, and had nothing to fear

Until the battle on the bridge

Where the Allspark got lost

Dorothy lost her leg that day, Optimus arm wasn't the same as before, and Iron Hide lost his life. Since that day, Dot had to retire from the army, and Fowler was reassigned on special forces, Miko and Jack were the only humans that remained because Charlie also retired to return home, but kept contact with Dot, Fowler and Optimus

✨️✨️✨️SOME TIME LATER BUT NOT AS MUCH AS BEFORE, JUST A FEW YEARS✨️✨️✨️

A patrol ship on stasis was reactivated thanks to Raphael skills (and a little help from Soundwave), Heatwave, now with the memories of Solus, and the rescue team was reubicated on an island by Optimus' request, both him and Megatron recognizing Heatwave as Solus, and as I told in another post before, they payed a visit with Bulkhead and Bumblebee to the island (finding Shockwave and Soundwave by accident and also discovering they are primes AND Heatwave's twin-sparks) and Megatron had a talk with Heatwave when he slip all his venom toward Meg and then left (how bad it was)

✨️Some time later but just a year or half a year✨️

BOOM, TERRANS, Dot only wanted a normal life as forest keeper with his kids and husband and end up becoming a "my kids found a magic stone and now I have five more kids and my bestie is also trying to understand why"

Bumblebee had to take care of them while everyone thought he was dead, but no, he was racing (no estaba muerto, estaba de parranda)

And spoiler: Breakdown is not dead, Knockout, who also became an autobot to avoid prison, kept him as hide as possible, but Breakdown is too hothead for that, whatever, the terrans, how the new Dot's kids were named, had a really rough year, almost being killed by Mandroid who used the Emberstone to shout down all cybertronians, including the terrans...!

But wait, why Nightshade is the only one still on his pedes? And that answer kept him awake for weeks. When the battle just end up, Nightshade took some of the dust the Emberstone left, and studying it, they found it was alive and possesed like a ghost one of their best gadgets, telling them and the rest of their family Nightshade was a Prime, especifically, Quintus Prime. The Emberstone, who they called Ember for short, told them she didn't shout down Nightshade because she recognized them as her Prime, and as her Prime, she wasn't capable of doing harm to them, especially after all what she did to kept them safe after Quintus dead

Also, thanks to Mandroid's shout down, the new Primes could localize the Allspark that they thought it was lost, and Optimus, Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, Makeshift (in bad terms but wanting to go home) went to space find it (in bad terms also with GHOST but they were kind of desestabilized, so, the new team of Primes used it on their favor), during that period, that for Earth it took like one year, they managed to find the Allspark, and sacrificing the Matrix (but not Optimus this time) they could resurrect Cybertron and take it on their original state

✨️✨️✨️MEANWHILE, ON GRIFFIN ROCK JUST AFTER MANDROID'S ATTACK ENDED, I MEAN, BEFORE FINDING THE ALLSPARK✨️✨️✨️

The team also got shout down by accident during Mandroid's attack, and when they were resucited again (Heatwave: if I had a coin for each time I came to live, I had two, which it's not much but it's strange it happened twice JSAKKASJ) they found a signal near, it was a stasis ship with two young bots, Blurr and Salvage, a caverman, and an metallic egg in stasis, surrounded by an ancient language

Cody felt like hipnotized by the egg, and when it hatched, THEY FOUND A GRIFFIN PREDACON!!!! (which I still don't have a name or gender for it, give me ideas, please)

And so they were all that year taking care of a predacon baby, Cody who for some reason had an special bond with it (Heatwave knew Cody and the griffin were two parts of Onyx's spark but didn't tell), two teens who became rescue bots only because they didn't had anything else to do, and a little bot named Sissi who was brought to the island with Hightide- WHY THE DOG GIVES HEATWAVE PRIME VIBES???

It's because he was, that's how Heatwave figured out Servo was Micronus Prime, a Prime... in the metal of a dog... wow

Whatever, when the year ended up and Optimus returned to Earth with the notice Cybertron was again working, most of the cybertronian population on Earth came back to start again, others stayed on Earth to evade the justice system

The Rescue Bots didn't wanted to return to Cybertron, but they had family there they wanted to met again, so, they only returned for a short time, during that period, Optimus was on Earth trying to put some order on what remained, making some paperwork

And the time again passed, Cybertron was being reconstructed and with the promise of a better future, a long time passed, like three years on Earth, the Rescue Team lived in peace on Griffin Rock, visiting their relatives on Cybertron some time to time, while the team Prime were having busy but satisfactory days, Cybertron was again a star in the darkness, of course, changing the ways of the past and their old system, like once Prima did with the first cybertronians.

During Bumblebee's stady on Earth, the Council accused Optimus of traitor due to Galvatron's secret manipulation from the shadows, and with it, everyone who was with him, also figuring out Optimus was actually Prima Prime, thanks to Liege Maximo, the council couldn't let the people know the Primes weren't as they thought, and they couldn't let the people know it was their fault all the disasters that Cybertron went through, were their fault, the quintessons, the civil war, the scraplets, if the people knew they all were fault of the Primes, Cybertron would start a civil war against them that the council wasn't sure they could handle (I'm still unsure if this was what Sideswipe saw or make it another thing, like, "this is bad but this wasn't what I saw, so, maybe it's worse" kind of shit)

But there was a problem: Galvatron, who never lost his memories as Liege Maximo, take control as could over the Council, Optimus wanted to change things, and changed a lot of it during these three years since the resurrection of Cybertron, now it was a little more like Earth, and they repaired as much as they could the damage of before, now New Cybertron was nothing like the old Cybertron, but Liege had a new plan, and tried to kill Optimus, instead, he put him on a choma, but now without him, Cybertron had to direct itself for some time.

Time later, Bumblebee, as a high ranked militar, was sent to Earth to reach and capture criminals who escaped a prison, leaving a checkpoint to the things that happened in RiD15, with Strongarm, his most beloved cadet, and Sideswipe, an idiot that was just here as punishment, they had to remain in secret, so, the people on Earth would not suspect about decepticons anymore, having some help from a junkyard's owner, his son, and Raphael, who Bumbeblee didn't saw in a lot of time, also adding Fix It, the pilot of the ship and Grimlock, another dino bot that was prisioner, and so they were on regular missions, until Sideswipe had a bad hit on his head and unlocked his memories as Vector, and with it, a premonition, a bad feeling and a vision, if they didn't do something as Primes when the moment comes, Cybertron will be fucked up again...

Since then, all the leader who had a relastionship with Optimus were searched as traitors and banned from Cybertron, like Megatron, Bumblebee, Heatwave, and with it, Earth itself, making impossible to come back again, now, Sideswipe gave himself the mission of search for his siblings, try to fix their relationships, and be prepared for what's to come, because Bumblebee will have to handle a lot of shit coming from the council, and if they wanted to search for them outside of Cybertron, nothing will be like before if not worse...

✨️And if you ask for the RBA events, those events would be a lot of time later, like, after the end of the council's problem with the Primes, when everyone is safe again✨️

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This is as far what I have, I didn't watch RiD15 complete, so, I don't have a lot of it planned, but definitely, if I decided to write seriously about this, ALL THIS SHIT WILL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL AKSKAKSKSNS but don't worry, I like Happy endings too much to not to give them one

Whatever, I hope you enjoyed the read and give me your thoughts, and also ideas for Sideswipes vision and the Predacon's name (Inept, help me👀 but everyone is welcomed to left suggestions)

Whatever, I love you, thanks for reading, bye!!!

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virgil-isnt-a-lee · 2 months ago

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Man.. I know it's been a minute since I've done anything but occasionally reblog shit but OH. MY. STARS. it's been a very long time since I've had a lee mood this bad. AND IT'S NOT EVEN MY FAULT HOLY SHIT

Send help the lee mood absolutely melted my brain

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she-whatshername · 5 months ago

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Drifted

Y'all Its here. The first chapter of 'Drifted'. I really cannot believe I am posting this. Whew. I also posted this on Ao3. Once I figure out how to link stuff in this magical world wide web, I'll get on it.

Series Summary: In the space between the cadets arrival to Riorson House and the battle at Basgiath, Bodhi is navigating his heart against the trails of the revolution and the blissful torment of unexpected love. For a man who has spent his life shouldering the emotions of others, he finds his own at mercy of a flier with a wounded heart and mind more dangerous than the creatures lurking beyond the boarders. Though, its hard to surrender his own heart to someone who has no desire to find her own. And for Cree, A drifter from the east and newest member to the revolution who, despite her father's warning to "Never Trust A Tyr" ends up falling for one.

Drifted, Chapter 1: Riorson?

“It’s a lost magic…maybe there’s a reason this stone never worked. It might be broken.”

It was all Bodhi could think of at the moment. Kindness and a bit of wit. What else was he supposed to say? Violent was standing next to him, nodding as if she was present but he could tell behind her vacant eyes her mind was running through every scenario that led to this moment of what he knew she perceived as failure. A bloodied hand and no wards.

Xaden, his cousin, was trying his best to console her in his own way. But, as quickly as he whispers his words, he’s back to being stoic, unemotional and negotiating back up plans with Kylynn and The Assembly. His onyx eyes flashing up momentarily to meet Bodhi’s brown. It was a fraction of glance but the silent request rang loudly in Bodhi’s mind.

Comfort Violet.

And so, Bodhi did as was asked. To comfort and to care.

It was natural for him to do it. Even at a young age he found himself in situations he didn’t have to be in, but wanted to because he had an unwavering desire to care.

As a child he snuck nightly deserts into Xaden’s room after he and Garrick took his uncles prized stallion out for a ride when they absolutely weren’t supposed to; resulting Garrick getting thrown off and Xaden getting no sweets for that entire summer. Or, the time he stepped in and fought a kid who picked on Imogen, which resulted in him getting his ass kicked in the process. But, at least they left Imogen alone after that. He sat with his mother, holding her hand in both of his on the nights he found her crying and unable to sleep. He didn’t know what to say then, but felt that his presence was the least he could do.

And then there was the 24 hours after their parents’ executions before they were all displaced. He did not shed a tear, but was the shoulder everyone needed for them to shed their own.

Even Xaden.

He didn’t have to be there for everyone. But, to Bodhi, he had to be there for everyone.

And, he truly did care for Violet. This wasn’t her fault or her failure. Ever since Resson, everything she knew to be true was either a lie or a cover up of a lie; from knowing every part of history, to getting all of it wrong. He has never been someone so tied to the truth as she was, but he absolutely could understand that feeling of your world being upended on you without any warning. And, if gentle humor and comfort from a friend could heal her spiraling mind and bruised ego, so be it. He’s had far worse to work with in the past.

But, gods, couldn’t he be a little angry too? Hope was a fickle feeling he’d try to abandon all those years ago during the apostasy. It didn’t save him, his mother, his home or country then. But in moments like these, the promise of the safeguarding of his home and friends are hanging in front of him by hope, only to be stolen away moments later. It fucking sucked to say the least.

But, as he heard Xaden whisper to Violet, they would try again. It seemed to be the new Tyrrish way of life.

A dash of silver crossed his eyes as Violet stormed off with Brennon following quickly behind. Another quick glance from his cousin. He could tell the two of them had one of their weird, mind arguments and he assumed as much that it didn’t go well. By the grace of Amari, could those two ever put their egos aside and just talk to eachother?

Now Xaden’s glowering at him. What, was he supposed to chase after her now too?

“Leave the rider be. Let her lick her wounds in peace.” Cuir had spoken through their bond. She was right, as she always is.

“Tell Xaden that.” Bodhi responded.

“And insert myself into that mess of a mating? Absolutely not. I hear enough about it on my end.”

He knew she was mentioning Sgaeyl. Apparently when Xaden and Violet are arguing and not taking the appropriate measure to shield their emotions the blue dragon becomes even more volatile and scarier to be around. Which Bodhi found hard to believe due to Sgaeyl already being scary to be around as is.

“I bet you’re glad to have chosen me.” He commented, his eyes brightening a bit

He could feel the pride in her tone as she echoed across his mind, “I refuse to feed that ego of yours anymore than I should but I suppose I am…fortunate to have chosen you. You’re also much more intelligent than the rest of your little companions when you do decide to indulge in your little pleasures. Though after that one tryst with that obnoxiously loud rider-”

Speaking of shield, he decided to do just that, cutting off their communication for now. He was not in the mood to discuss his love life with his dragon, especially when he had to fix everyone else's relationships.

The rest of the assembly began to file out of the cavern, Kylynn and Xaden having shared one last remark before she exited, her face seemingly not pleased with whatever words were exchanged. That left Xaden and Bodhi alone.

Before Bodhi could step towards him, the entire cavern was surrounding by shadows, making the room an endless shade of black. It stayed like that for a moment, echoing the sounds of his cousin’s frustrated groan before the light of the night sky slowly began to creep into the darkness; the shadows receding back to their natural places amongst the walls.

Bodhi had been caught in Xaden’s shadows a few times, and though he was familiar with the sensation, it was still fucking unsettling.

“Cousin? Shit.” Xadens rough voice cut through the silence, “Didn’t know you were still here.”

Humor and kindness, Bodhi.“Yeah, well I didn’t want you to sulk alone but…maybe I should have. Are you - “

“We’re fucked.” Xaden answered bluntly. His hands wrapped around the back of his neck and he glanced upwards to the open ceiling above him. “It’s not her fault.”

He wasn’t sure if it was reckless courage or the reckless desire to comfort but Bodhi stepped forward towards his cousin, speaking softly, ”Of course not. She’s given us more information on taking down venin and wyvern than The Assembly. She got it wrong this time, and that's rare for her. She’ll try again. We’ll try again.” He decided to use his own words against him, which got him a side eyeing glare.

“I take it from the wallowing family gathering, it didn’t work?” Garricks voice filled the room as the young man stepped into view. He strode down the stairs, a roll of churam in his left and lit match in his right. “I was saving this for our victory party tonight but considering no one is celebrating, it can also help in lifting the mood.”

He passed it to Xaden and held up the match. He took a deep drag which caused a low whistle from Garrick who mumbled something along the lines of saving some for the rest of them. Eventually Garrick got his turn and pretty much did the same. Bodhi took it next, much to his friends' surprise, but hells, this called for it. If he couldn’t be openly pissed he could at least take something to dull the anger.

“Fuck” Xaden exhaled, a cloud of smoke leaving his lips.

“Double fuck.” Agreed Garrick.

Bodhi nodded, mentally cursing the situation alongside the two.

The three of them stood in silence, watching the warm clouds of churam hover in the air around them before the dissipated into the open ceiling above them.

Garricks’s voice eventually broke the silence while he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “You know, I was really hoping I could use the whole raising the wards celebration to my advantage tonight. Safety for Aretia of course but now that Nyra’s back in the fold, my chances were looking pretty good.”

Xaden gave his friend a look that boarded both amusement and concern, “Voldaren? Really. Our senior wingleader Voldaren?”

“Former senior wing leader..” Garrick corrected. “If Bodhi and I are your left and right hand of this revolution doesn’t that make me outrank her?”

“You really need to sort your shit out with Imogen. For all of our sanities.”

A dangerously sly smirk crossed Garrick’s lips as he rubbed shoulders with the dark haired man, “You’re one to talk about ‘sorting your shit out’. And besides, I know what Nyra likes. And if we were all celebrating tonight I could have had her and Im-”

“If we can’t raise the wards now, what is the back up plan?” Bodhi asked, desperate to change the subject. He did not want to hear about the two people he’d often refer to as his siblings in any explicit manner; not this evening.

Xaden gave Bodhi a look that he could have sworn was a non-verbal thank you before his usual, broody facade took over again. “Same thing it always was. But I’m not taking her to Cordyn. I’ll go myself after we finish our usual route for defactors and-” Before he could finish Xaden paused, his body posture becoming more upright than it normally is. He must be talking to Syagel. Then, he started walking out of the chamber in long strides.

Garrick and Bodhi shared a confused glance before hearing Xaden’s booming voice to follow him. Garrick huffed in annoyance and pressed the blunt against the strap of leather on his shoulder, snuffing out the flame. “You heard the boss.” He grumbled before beginning walking.

And, as if they were young again, Bodhi started moving as well, a step behind Garrick.

Bodhi moved quickly taking the steps down the mountain in sets of twos and threes, reaching out to Cuir in the process. “What’s going on? Wyvern? How many?”

“No,” Cuir responded, the tone questioning as if he could see her seeking out into the darkness of the night to find the answer, “Something else. Something familiar but - Oh.”

Bodhi could have sworn he heard a chuckle in her voice. And hearing Sgaeyl’s roar echo from the mountainside didn’t sound funny at all.

“What? Are you and the others coming?”

“Follow your brethren and keep calm. Do not act on impulse. I’ll alert the others to stand down.”

Well that wasn’t comforting or reassuring at all. But, he trusted Cuir; as ominous as she tends to be sometimes. So he followed along tried to keep as calmly as possible. They Were now going around the fortress, to the front gates. It was the same path they took as kids when they were trying to sneak around the place without getting noticed, or cut through the grounds to the front without actually going through the palace. Bodhi took a few glances at ahead at Xaden and Garrick who both conversed quietly with eachother. But, they didn’t look ready for battle or as confused as he was.

What did they know that he didn’t?

After a few twists and turns in the grounds they made their way to the front wall, towards the main iron doors and stopped as if they were waiting for someone. And, sure enough a pair of footsteps were heard rounding the winding path up to the fortress.

“...So, whats going on?” Bodhi questioned. And seriously, why were neither of them drawing their weapons?

“The scout we sent out has returned.” Xaden answered, his shadows were slowly swirling at his feet.

“With riders?” Bodhi pressed.

Xaden was still staring at the pathway “Not quite.”

As if on cue, two figures appeared. The scout, one of the riders from Xaden and Garricks year stepped forward followed by a cloaked individual in a dark brown hood. Both illuminated by a floating mage light in the scouts hand.

A hooded creature, were they a venin?

“Here we are Riorson. Crazy you’ve lived here your whole life and forgot where to find this place. It is a pretty big fortress afterall…”

Bodhi blinked, his brows furrowing with confusion. The scout, Leeson, was talking to the hooded rider, not his cousin. Was he confused?

Glancing around, Neither Garrick or Xaden were confused either. It was like they were expecting this to happen. In fact, his cousin looked like he was smirking. Bodhi felt like slapping his face; was he high?

“Ah yes,” the voice responded from behind the fabric of their cloak, “Thanks for bringing me back, Grant.”

“Need anything else before I…wait, Rirson?” His eyes widened as he gazed upon Xaden and then back to the hooded figure, and to Xaden again.

Two hands appeared from the cloak, pulling at the hood over her head to reveal the exact opposite of his cousin. She was a young woman with brown skin, darker than his own but with a complexion Bodhi matched to the warm color of chestnuts that grew outside of his former family home.

The sides of her head were shaved, stopping at the long thick braided twists of hair that were bundled together to flow down her back, much like the mane of a wild horse, save for one singular loc that was kept free next to her right eye. That hair, he’d never seen a style like that here in Aretia or all of Navarre for that matter. Her smile pressed against her cheeks, highlighting what he could perceive to be two small dimples. Bodhi wasn’t sure why that was a feature worth taking note of.

“Riorson?” Xaden finally asked, his voice calm and stoic.

“Riorson!” She responded her voice was oddly warm, her cocky smile once again gracing her features.

“Wait-” Leeson’s voice was starting to panic while glancing between the obvious Riorson and the impostor who looked absolutely nothing like his cousin, “...R-Riorson?”

Her dark brown eyes glanced in Bodhi’s direction, causing the young man’s breath to hitch in his throat. She tilted her head, studying him, “Riorson?”

“Durran.” Xaden corrected.

“Ah.”

“Can someone tell me what the hells is going on?!” Bodhi couldn’t believe his own outburst.

The woman snapped at her fingers on her left hand, and Leeson’s body suddenly perked upright, his eyes blinking a few times before stuttering, “What…where am I? What’s going on here?” He turned to the dark haired woman, “Who are you?”

He really shouldn't have taken that many hits of churam. Whatever was happening, it needed to stop. His own hand began to stretch forward, drawing power to his fingertips. He hadn’t seen this type of signet before. And no matter how friendly this woman was acting towards everyone, Bodhi should keep her in check, maybe if he blocks her mind work for a bit he could actually get some answers.

“Remember,” Cuir reminded him, “do not act on impulse.”

“It's alright, Grant. Get inside.” Xaden ordered. Lesson nodded once, placing a hand on his head as he walked past them towards the main doors to Riorson House.

“He’s gonna be freaked out for weeks.” Garrick sighed.

Bodhi understood. It finally connected in his mind. “Mind work.” He declared. Xaden nodded once.

“If you’re Riorson then where’s your…what was her name…well your Sgaeyl, er whatever?” Garrick asked awkwardly. Clearly the churman started to effect him as well.

She motioned towards the south, “The cliffs, keeping watch. She didn’t really approve of this idea.”

“Then cut the bullshit Cree. Why are you here?”

“Business as always, Riorson.” Cree chastised, “Fine, to the order of my business then.” She dropped her rucksack to the ground where it landed with a rather loud thud. Crouching down she flipped open the bag and reached inside, her whole arm entering the back up to her shoulder while she fished around for whatever she was searching for until she pulled out a rather large black object.

Bodhi stared at it with a small hint of wonder as it came into view under the mage light. Aside from the fake eggs used during war games, he’d never seen a real one before. “A dragon’s egg?”

Cree nodded, “So observant, not-Riorson.I found it two weeks ago up north in the Esben mountains. Scorched earth and a fallen dragon and its rider. A couple of nights later I’m awakened to the sound of thunder and winds on a clear night. So I followed it, found a friend along the way and persuaded him to take me to where I’d find you. So here I am, in fucking Tyrrendor of all places.”

Bodhi assumed she must have sensed the hundred dragon riot that flew south of Basgiath a week ago.

“And now that my business is concluded here. Goodbye.” She set the egg on the ground and began packing up her rucksack.

“You came all this way to deliver an egg?” Garrick questioned. “That’s highly unlike you, Cree.”

“Don’t act like you know me. I don't care what you do with it, but if it's meant to survive it has better odds here than with me. And, I’m not really the dragon-liking type, remember?”

“Well since you showed up unannounced on a rather shit day for me, I guess I’ll invoke my favor now.” Xaden’s word stopped Cree who locked eyes with the tall man.

“A favor? I don't owe you shit, Riorson.” The words barely leaving Cree’s clenched teeth.

“Teorann.” Was all Xaden had to say. He spoke with such authority. And seeing the slight wideness of Cree’s eyes and her face slacking slightly led Bodhi to believe there was a deeper meaning behind the word.

She relented with a angered sigh, “What’s the fucking favor?”

“Join us - ”

“Absolutely not. This isn’t my war. Pick another favor.”

“Six months. That’s all I’ll need.”

“Not happening.” Cree motioned to leave, however she could barely take a step backwards towards the winding path as the thrumming beat of Sgaeyl’s wing’s surrounded the air around them, pushing it towards the hard earth with such force it almost knocked the woman over. The dragon crouched low once her claws touched the ground, her neck snaking down to hover over Cree, a huff of hot steam casting down on her, surely sending a shiver down her spine. It had to be only about 10 feet separating the top of Cree’s head and the blue dragon’s glistening fangs.

Cree kept her fear filled eyes forward to Xaden. Bodhi knew she knew better not to look up at the clearly pissed off dragon. “If I knew you’d be bringing your girlfriend I would’ve brought my own backup!” She yelled.

“Trust me.” Garrick laughed, “You wouldn’t have wanted Xaden to bring his other girlfriend either.”

Bodhi watched Xaden cross his arms, knowing he had Cree cornered. With a smug look he said, “She doesn’t really take no for an answer. And she's not too pleased with your little impersonation from earlier.”

Cree slowly began to move from side to side as if she was literally weighing her options; though she didn't have many. “3 months.”

“Six.” Xaden countered.

“Four and a fortnight”

“Six.”

“Five months, and twenty eight nights.”

“That’s basically six-”

Sgaeyl opened her mouth and roared down upon Cree. It was loud enough to cause chatter from within the fortress as some people began to gather outside to see what was going on.

Cree finally gave in, “Fine! Fine, six months!”

Xaden closed his eyes momentarily in victory, “Glad you could come to an agreement.”

A high pitched cry echoed in the mountains, turning Sgaeyl’s attention upwards and she reached over Cree to snatch the egg into her talon and launched in the air towards the noise.

Cree closed her eyes with an exhale, muttering some sort of thanks to the gods before glaring over at Xaden again.

“Let’s get inside, you need to meet some people.” Xaden ordered while turning towards the fortress. Garrick smirked at Cree and motioned that she follow as well before turning towards Cree, “You too Bodhi.”

Cree huffed and threw up her hood before walking inside. And once again, Bodhi found himself following behind the others.

The Assembly was not pleased with Xaden’s new recruit when they did find out and haul them all into the large assembly room for questioning. They spent the next 10 minutes taking turns chaisting Xaden, which wasn’t too out of the norm for them. Felix for not calling a proper vote. Ulices for his recklessness, even Brennan for not thinking through how Riorson house has grown 5 times its size in occupants over the past two days and with the addition of rider deserters adding on an additional house guest wasn’t as easy as it used to be.

Bodhi was sure other words were being said but now that Cree was standing next to Xaden in the light of the assembly room, he was able to truly lay eyes on her. She was tall, not as tall as he or Xaden but much taller than the other female cadets in the fortress. She had freckles dotted across her face mimicking that of a night skies constellation, and he saw what he could visualize to be a scar that cut her skin from the end of her brow to right past her left ear.

And her hair, gods her hair. He’d never seen braids like that before. They were much more intricate than the ones Matthias, Violet or even Cat wore; each strand layered and woven into the other and looped over the other to mimic a mohawk.

She was…something.

He couldn’t tell if it was the lingering buzz of the churam or if he really could hear Cuir chortling in his head.

Eventually, his attention drew back to the matter at hand, The Assembly. Apparently Xaden made his word final and didn’t give any room for argument, stating something along the lines of ‘Needed every chance they had since the wards weren’t ready to be raised yet.’

Suri was next to speak; this wasn’t going to go well, “And why should we trust this Poromish-”

“Cygni.” Cree interjected loudly. It was the first time she actually spoke since she walked into Riorson house with everyone. “I’m Cygni. Not Poromish. And yeah, there's a fucking difference.”

Suri pressed on, “If you’re going to be trusted to join our cause and be part of our command, aside from unhatched eggs, what can you offer us for our trust and protection?”

“Well for starters I can bake a mean pie.” Cree began sarcastically, “And I’m a great shot. I could show you-”

“Or don't.” Garrick’s tone was even but his eyes almost looked like they were panicking. “We’re still rebuilding the place.”

Bodhi felt like he was just standing there on the sidelines of this whole conversation, so he supplied a small, “You did mind work, don’t you?”

Cree snapped her head in his direction before eyeing the rest of the assembly who seemed to be intrigued by Bodhi’s words.

Taking the cue from the assembly he continued, “you forced a scout to think you were Xaden Riorson.”

“I prefer the term persuasion.” Cree answered.

Suri raised a brow, “So you can manipulate anyone to your whim?”

“Show us what you can do.” It was Brennan’s voice who now joined the conversation.

Cree shugged her shoulders from beneath her cloak, “Okay.” Her eyes scanned the room, making contact with each member of the Assembly before her eyes locked on Garricks. Garrick let out a squeak of surprise as Cree stepped forward. He was able to block the first to swipes she took at him with her hands, but eventually she sidestepped to the left and quickly grazed her fingers over his temple. Garrick had a jerked back quickly, before he closed his eyes, probably in an attempt to shield is mind from her probing gaze. It had only lasted a few moments, but Cree eventually blinked, an exhale leaving her lips.

A smug look grew on Garricks face, “Nice try. Best shields in all of Aretia.”

That was absolutely not true. But Bodhi didn’t want to press the matter.

“Getting a little rusty there, Cree?” Xaden said with an irritated gravel in his tone.

“How…unamusing.” Suri mused while leaning back in her chair.

Suddenly, Garrick’s body jerked, his wide shoulders shaking as a large laugh left his lips. Both Bodhi, Xaden, and most of the Assembly in the room gave the lieutenant a confused look.

“Have some composure Tavis,” Suri began only to be met with another roar of laughter, this time his hand slapping on his brother’s shoulder while he leaned into him.

“Impressed yet?” Cree asked innocently.

“What did you do?” Brennan asked, clearly impressed and intrigued by the display of power.

“Not much really, I told his mind to believe that everything that one said was the funnest thing he’s ever heard. Because you’re a joke.”

“How dare you-” Garricks laughter cut her off. The poor thing doubled over now, clutching his ribs.

With a snap of Cree’s fingers it was over, Garrick finally gaining his composure, only to yell at Cree for never touching his mind again. Suri was pissed, but clearly did not approve of Cree in any way. Brennan told Xaden to get Cree on the front lines as quickly as tomorrow. And, with that, the Assembly left.

Once again it was Bodhi, Xaden, a still pissed Garrick, and the new member of the revolution, Cree.

Xaden started to head for the door, giving his final orders of the evening, “We take flight at sunrise. Meet us by the cliffs. Find her somewhere to stay, cousin. And Garrick, work on your shields.”

“Yes sir.” Cree gave a rather lewd salute with her middle finger.

Garrick let out a groan before he too made his way to the door, “I need a drink. See you in formation, Bodhi. And don’t do that shit to me again, Cree. S’felt weird as fuck.”

And that left Bodhi and Cree.

“So,” He began slowly, “Barracks are on the third floor and upwards. Pretty sure I could find you a room by yourself-”

“I may be stuck here for the next six months but I am not sleeping with a bunch of riders, dragons and Tyrs. Gods, my father is rolling in the next life cursing me for this.”

Och. So much for casual conversation. She rivals Xaden as the meanest houseguest. Time to default, humor and kindness. “Well, there’s the town below…but that’s also full of riders, and the valley above us is full of dragons. I guess there’s the abandoned stables if you really want to be alone and away from all dragon and rider folk.”

Her eyes perked up, “Not a bad idea, not-Xaden.”

“Durran. But call me Bodhi.” He found himself saying rather quickly, almost pleadingly, “And, I was just kidding, you know.”

“You need to work on that humor, Bodhi.”

“Wait, how do you know Xaden and-” And…she’s gone.

Bodhi let out the longest exhale of the evening, his mind spinning as it recalled the past two hours. He made himself two promises that night. One, he’s never ever smoking that much Churam again. And two, come sunrise he’s going to track down Garrick in the morning and get answers about Cree.

And, perhaps three, maybe he should work on his humor.

#fourth wing #the empyrean #bodhi durran #xaden riorson #bodhi x oc #creesha devayne #countdown to cree #garrick tavis #imogen cardulo #Bodhi x Cree #its happening #I finally posted it #How do I work Ao3

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fablesuntold · 1 month ago

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@musingmemories sent in: ❝ i’ve been having nightmares... ❞ — from Max Mayfield to Lucas Sinclair ✨

‘I’ve been having nightmares..” Never had Max’s tone sounded more vulnerable.

Nightmares. Lucas was no stranger to them either— and since that fateful night at the Creel house which had almost claimed Max’s life? They’d only become more frequently intense. Funny how things could change in the blink of an eye. Once a deep sleeper, even the loudest crash of thunder that rumbled through their small town wouldn’t have been enough to drag him from his slumber? Now, though? A pin dropping was all it took for Lucas to startle awake in the middle of the night. Insomnia. Something his therapist had concluded— a result of trauma after having watched his ex-girlfriend friend almost die in the massive earthquake that had rocked Hawkins and almost tore the town in two. Oh if only people knew the real extent of just of how deeply his trauma lay— and that the suspected natural disaster Hawkins had suffered through wasn’t so natural after all.. rather the Upside Down attempting to fight its way up to the surface.

In this instance, his guilt ridden conscience hadn’t been what had his eyelids fluttering open at the first crack of dawn. It was the rustling of sheets coming from Max’s bedroom, paired with distressed grunts that had Lucas springing into action in order to carefully coax her awake with a few gentle shakes. Which lead to where they currently were now— him perched on the edge of her bed.. a place he’d spent most of his nights and early mornings since Max had been discharged from the hospital and he’d opted to sleep on the couch of her dingy trailer until her mother returned from her well-needed stay at rehab.

That’s what friends did, didn’t they? They looked out for each other during hard times. And with Vecna still lurking in the shadows somewhere, waiting for another perfectly timed opportunity to strike again.. there wasn’t a chance in hell he was leaving Max’s side until their ‘Zoomer’ was back on her feet properly. And even after, whether she liked it or not.

“Are these nightmares about him..?” Not daring to utter Vecna’s name out loud as if the mere mention of him would somehow cause him to magically appear right before their very eyes, Lucas allowed his fingers to gingerly stroke along the rough texture of the only cast that still remained on her healing arm— due to be removed tomorrow if things went according to plan and her x-ray gave the all clear.

They weren’t back together. Not by a long shot. Skin on skin contact was still a no-no he assumed, and so this would have to suffice. “You know he’s not around anymore, right? He can’t hurt you. Plus, El’s back. We’re all gonna make sure nothing happens to you.” Could he actually follow through on that promise this time though? He’d failed her. Unsuccessful in pulling her out in time before Vecna got his ghastly claws on her. And it was all his fault. His fault that she’d ended up in this whole mess to begin with— ‘do you accept the risk?’ A question he so desperately wished he could take back. Even the attempts at consolation from the rest of the party couldn’t quell the festering shame he felt whenever he looked at Max. Useless. That’s what he was to her. What he would always be.

Eyebrows furrowing in frustration, Lucas allowed his head to drop slightly, lips thinning into a straight line as onyx orbs focused down on the patterns his fingers traced. “Things are gonna get better. So don’t give up, okay? I know that’s easier said than done, but..” Trailing off with a shake of his head, it was hard to determine whether those words were meant to soothe her or himself.

#musingmemories #muse : lucas sinclair 🏀#stranger things roleplay

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mysticstarlightduck · 4 months ago

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New Tag Game! OC's 'Most Important' Tag!

Rules: Make a list (detailed or not!) of the most important people, events/moments, places, and anything else that shaped your characters into who they are now, describing how/why.

DISCLAIMER: The "most important" here means "most impactful" - the people, places, and events that had the biggest impact on the character's life. And that impact can be both POSITIVE or NEGATIVE!

I'll go first with the protagonist of Supernova Initiative!

Jack Tithus:

Most Important People

(Positive)

Cassiopeia Tithus (younger sister): Cassie is, by far, one of the, if not The most important person in Jack's life. Not that he consciously picks favorites, but he has devoted his entire life to keeping her safe and happy after their parents were killed by the Junction because she's the only family he has left and he promised he would protect her On another note, she is also the "heart" of the group - she's always happy, seeing the best in every situation no matter how bleak - and that optimism makes living in the bleak galaxy they live in more bearable for everyone around her.

Deimos Soll (adoptive brother): Deimos has been Jack's best friend and adoptive brother ever since the day they met when they were teens. Their bond, despite all their differences and arguments in the present, is still just as strong as it used to be in the past - as much as it is a bit awkward at times due to the time they've spent together. Deimos was the only friend his age (Jack is 25, Deimos is 26, they were 15 and 16 when they met) that Jack had for a long time, which on its own was something he was glad to have - but he legitimately became family to both Jack and Cassie. For all his stubborn faults, Deimos is fiercely loyal, and he cares a lot for the people he loves, a trait he shares with Jack as well.

Florian & Lauriel Tithus (parents): Though they were only alive for a small portion of his lifetime - mostly his childhood - they did have some considerably formative influence on his morality and good-hearted nature, as they taught him to always fight against injustice and stand up for those who need help, as well as reminded him that family is the most important thing in his life. He had a very close bond with their mother, Lauriel, who was a pilot and taught him how to fly a spaceship expertly, while Cassie bonded more with their father, who was an aspiring inventor.

(Negative)

Cethea III's mob bosses: Those guys were part of the reason why Jack's teenage years and overall life in Cethea III were so dangerous. Since Jack and his siblings were pretty much destitute after their life as they knew it came crashing down because of the Junction, they - and especially him - had to get resourceful. Jack became an errand boy and messenger for some of the low-ranking crime factions of the moon (most notably the faction known as the Onyx Strikers), in exchange for a pitiful amount of units, which - as little as it was - was still better than nothing. That's also how he got the skills he would later hone and use to become the renowned intergalactic thief, but that 'talent' came with a hefty toll.

The Director: The head of the Junctions Sciences and Bioengineering department and overall a very respected and influential politician, businessman, and public figure, the Director isn't just Jack's archnemesis throughout this story - he's also, directly, Jack's torturer, as - while the crew was begrudgingly working for the Junction- he subjected the young thief to many unethical scientific experiments. This is a source of considerable torment, distress, and overall inner conflict for Jack, as he not only has to find a way to free himself and his crew and fight against the Junction but also has to grapple with the fear that the experiments may be already changing him somehow.

Most Important Places (to his story)(:

The Junction

Cethea III

The Khosmonian Galaxies

Most Important Moments/Events:

The death of his parents, killed by the Junction after joining a local rebel effort against it;

Growing up on the crime-ridden streets of Cethea III with his siblings, and getting involved in the moon's criminal underworld;

Developing a considerable reputation and becoming an influential intergalactic thief in his early 20s;

The argument with Deimos, after which the duo (Jack & Cassie) and Deimos parted ways due to different opinions on the recently started civil war;

Being captured by the Junction along with his crew (Inciting Incident of the series!), which led him to accept a shady deal with the Director (make one final heist, this time for the Junction, not against it, in exchange for their lives);

Being forced to become one of the Director's test subjects after the man threatened to do the same to Cassie;

Freeing himself and his crew from the Junction and joining a rebel effort to stop the civil war from escalating and ending the corruption of both the Junction and the Khosmonian sides.

Anything Else That's Important:

His Crew/Friends: Jack is, first and foremost, a natural leader and a protector, who cares deeply for the people he trusts and loves. His team/crew, which is composed of his closest friends, is like a family to him - and though that friendship can at times be chaotic and strained, they're still always going to be there for each other no matter what. And that friendship is also a factor for character growth to pretty much every member of the main cast as well, including him.

Freedom: Jack values freedom in life almost more than anything - it's a close second in his list of priorities for sure - and has a very fiery personality. He despises being told what to do by people who want to control him or by those who think they're better than him or than others, and this causes him to have a very relentlessly rebellious spirit.

Tagging (gently): @littleladymab, @winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @amaiguri

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart,

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad,

@lassiesandiego, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

#wip supernova initiative #new wip tag game #oc tag game #oc most importants tag #writers on tumblr #writing #writers #writerblr #my writing #writeblr #my wips #character writing #my characters

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imbadatparking · 1 year ago

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my mother's eyes used to change color.

as a kid, i was obsessed with them, jealous of the way the way they could be foliage green in the sun, but then change to tree trunk brown when indoors. sometimes, when the sun was setting and tangerine and peach painted the sky, they looked blue – cerulean overlapped with navy overlapped with onyx in the dark. i imagined them an ocean, a safe place to get away when it all became too much.

i don't remember a time when she wasn't slipping away, her mind frayed at the edges the way the hem of my t-shirts did when i was younger. she seemed in a constant state of unawareness, a sort of disconnect with reality. i never understood it – maybe i was too young or too naive – but i remember feeling bitter resentment at the universe and its cruelty. the disease that took my mother away would've never shown itself if there was a god, i was convinced. i hated everything when she left us, though i was careful not to show it. i knew i was looking for a scapegoat; i knew it wasn't my grandparent's blind faith or the way my father couldn't love my mother the same way she did him, or even her biological parent's that we're at fault. i just didn't have anything else to blame.

there was a glass ball in my chest that grew every time i thought about my mother's ashes in a cardboard box because we couldn't afford an urn. everytime i thought about my younger sister i didn't – and still don't – know even though it's been nearly five years. everytime i remember my mother laying in a hospital bed, the beeping of the breathing machine the only thing keeping her tied to earth, the only noise in that suffocating quiet. it was the only time in my memory she'd been completely still when she was alive.

i knew what it was too, because even then, with my father's eyes and my mother dead and a faith i'd never believed in in the first place shattered, i knew. i knew she'd never be proud of what i'd done. she wasn't looking down on me because angels didn't exist, but if she was, i knew she'd be disappointed in what she saw. the glass in me shattered; it cut me up inside and tore me open and left no room for mercy.

i thought, how unfair it is that legacies aren't chosen. i thought, how unfair it is that i might be subjected to the same fate my mother was because of genetics. i thought, me and my mother and the generations before her and the generations after me deserved better than a disease that took everything that made my mother my mother away.

now, i am sitting on the edge of a tin roof. the night is filled with empty space and the stale sort of quiet you get when the world is quiet. the moon is out tonight, pearlescent and luminous and bathed in pale oyster light. my mother would've called it a yareakh, and i would've looked at her as she pronounced it for me carefully, like she did every full moon, because i could never quite say it right. i wish i would've known then that time was so limited and there were only so many nights i'd get to see my mother. i would've memorized her ever changing eyes – the foliage green and tree trunk brown and cerulean and navy and onyx. i would've thought of how the blues of her pupils reminded me so much of a lake and i would've thrown an anchor into them to tether her to me.

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shvdwscng · 4 months ago

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STATUS : CLOSED ⟳ @n1ghtsongs ;; morgana

as the emissary expected, their guests continued to avoid those of her court, but not something she faulted them for entirely. unlike the rest of her court, aurora felt a sense of compassion for the rest. it was unlikely she would ever forget all that the dragons had shown them of sights in the capital, what it appeared their own mother had unleashed upon them. all this time the dusk court had followed their mother, who had kept their court safe, a court that while being isolated thrived. the tales she had read and heard of as a child lof the other courts, all the scriptures their mother had left for them, aurora had entirely devoured. not everything contained in the records painted the rest of prythian in a flattering right and the question the rang in her mind was why had their mother not aided the rest?

aurora had always wished to travel, to see what else was outside of their court, the tales of the seasons and the other solar courts only had her desire build, but it seemed for now, she would only have her fill from their guests, if they would allow her a chance to speak to them. as the emissary, she had one sole duty, to keep the relations across the courts well. however, aurora also desired far more than that. it was just an hour or so before sunset, and she took vala out for a walk, due to keeping her during day while the emissary continued her task. the faint sounds of foot steps that were not hers had her pause, vala pausing, too and turning its head in the direction until her own azure gaze landed on the striking liege of summer. "easy, vala, they're our guest. we don't wish to frighten them." she murmured top her winged companion, her onyx dragon continued to huff but did settle behind their master. a charming smile curved the emissary's lips as she look a steps forward towards liege morgana, "fear not, she will not hurt you, not unless you pose a danger to me. liege morgana, yes?" aurora bowed to the high liege, "i am, aurora, the emissary who has been quite eager so speak to many of you."

#( 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ) * interactions #𝗥𝗘. aurora & morgana

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Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Characters/pairings: Alistair x Cousland Chapter: 3/? Rating: T Warnings: None Fic Summary: The story of the Fifth Blight, in a world where Alistair was raised to royalty instead of joining the Grey Wardens.

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Cloudreach, 9:29 Dragon

The Couslands ate breakfast together every morning, by tradition. Compared to the dinners in the great hall it was an informal event taken in the library, at a round, walnut table draped with embroidered linen, with the morning light streaming through windows that looked north over the sea. After setting the places, the servants retreated to have their own meal, and, left to the privacy of each other’s company, the family helped each other to platters of eggs, cooked meat, and fruit. The dogs – Bryce’s Mallard and Rosslyn’s Cuno, still with the gangliness of puppyhood – also had their place, tucking into their own breakfasts on leather mats laid out to save the priceless Rivaini carpets from the ravages of slobber and grease.

If not for their grand surroundings, the Laurel motifs decorating the furniture and the rich weave of their clothes, they might have been any ordinary family, with ordinary squabbles. The battle on this particular morning raged around Oren, who had inherited the strong Cousland jaw and his mother’s onyx-dark eyes. He sat high in his cushioned chair, digging through his bowl of porridge for the dried apple slices hidden in its depths and ignoring the entreaties from both his parents to behave.

“I’m three-and-a-half,” he insisted, when Oriana dipped her own spoon into the bowl to try and coax at least one proper mouthful.

Across the table, Eleanor levelled a disapproving stare at her grandson. “When your father was three-and-a-half he knew the benefit of eating everything on his plate,” she told him. “How do you think he got to be so tall?”

Oren’s eyes went wide, turning on his mother. “Is it true?”

“Yes, pequeño,” Oriana replied, ever-patient. “We want you to grow big and strong.”

“And Aunt Rosslyn too?”

Rosslyn glanced up from her book. She had taken to bringing one to breakfast in recent months to keep her own company while the rest of the family got on with their business – there was no one else to talk to, after all, and if she kept herself occupied with such volumes as The Travels of Ebullient Ser Claremore of Stannis it distracted her from the reason why misery gnawed at her like a mouse, stopped her dwelling on the fact that it was her own bloody fault no letters had come from Denerim since the Landsmeet.

“All Couslands eat their porridge,” she replied mildly. “Haelia and Mather started the tradition when they drove the werewolves out of the North.”

A white lie, but the renowned twins, heroes even among the famed and fabled ranks of Cousland ancestors, had held Oren’s imagination like little else could since he heard the story, the illuminations in the family book weaving him tales of wild chases through the forest and daring battles waged against fang and claw.

“I wish you wouldn’t read at the table,” her mother chided, as if she had only just noticed.

“Aldous wants me to broaden my horizons.”

Her father’s eyebrow lifted, amused. “I doubt Aldous meant for your studies to get in the way of your table manners, Pup.”

“It’s not like anyone’s here,” Rosslyn pointed out. “And besides –”

The door to the library opened, cutting off the rest of her protest to admit a human page in a woollen surcoat of deep Laurel blue.

“Calmett?” Bryce turned at the intrusion.

Calmett bowed. “Forgive me, Your Lordship, but a letter just arrived by courier. I thought you’d want to read it.” He offered over a square envelope of thick, cream-coloured paper on a silver tray and Rosslyn saw the flash of a scarlet seal on the back when her father took it.

“‘To His Lordship, Bryce Cousland’,” he read.

Fergus, who was closer, peered at the direction. “That’s rather formal for Alistair.”

The air squeezed from her lungs. She did not miss the curious glance her brother sent her across the table, nor how Oriana’s brow furrowed; it would be one thing for the king to write to the teyrn himself, formal and aloof, but Alistair knew them as well as family and had long since grown out of the shrinking need to call his foster-father by his title.

Cheeks warming, she dropped her gaze to her plate of half-eaten jam toast, though not quite fast enough to avoid catching her mother’s eye. It was a steady look, a shared confidence; it reminded her of the noble’s mask she had been taught, the blank face required to stare down your worst enemy and make them flinch first. She straightened her shoulders. As her father read the letter she watched with a face of mild, polite interest, taking in the downward pull of his brows as he went on, the way the corner of his mouth flattened into the greying edges of his beard.

“Well? What does it say?” Fergus asked.

Startled, Bryce looked up. “He’s being sent to Starkhaven. From Denerim. King Cailan wishes him to be an aide to the ambassador.”

Fergus clicked his tongue. “Surely Cailan would have allowed him to travel from Highever if he had asked.”

“It isn’t for you to second-guess the king,” Bryce chided, his voice unusually severe. “There might be any number of reasons why the ship left berth at Denerim.”

For a moment, the table stewed in the tension chafing between the teyrn and his eldest child, until Fergus turned his head away with a nod and a sigh and picked up his spoon again. Unnoticed by either of them, Rosslyn frowned at the paper in her father’s hands, the guilt that churned in her stomach for driving Alistair away aclash with a growing anger at his lack of loyalty, his cowardice. Ever since he had first gone to Denerim, no correspondence had ever come back to Highever without at least a small note addressed to her. Did he think no one would notice the change? Did he fear her so much, or put such value on his injured pride that he would shield himself behind the king’s will to neglect his duty to her family?

“May I see the letter?” she asked.

Her father gave her a long look, but passed it to her all the same, as gently as if the paper itself might bite. Curbing her annoyance, she unfolded it and scanned the lines. The unmistakeable scrawl that Aldous had tried so hard to smooth out in their lessons was unchanged, the words short, signed at the bottom with a formality out of place for the person she knew. Despite this, glimmers of humour shone through the stiff, careful style, pulling a traitorous twitch from her lips as she read:

Your Lordship –

I hope you’ll forgive me for bringing you this news in a letter instead of coming to tell you in person. King Cailan has requested that I go to Starkhaven to assist the ambassador there, and since he requires no delay, I’ll be sailing from Denerim as soon as the ship is loaded and the tide is with us. It’s likely I’ll pass by Highever at the same time this letter reaches you – just in case, I’ll wave from my cabin and keep my eyes towards the castle.

If all goes well and I don’t make a complete fool of myself stepping off the ship at journey’s end, it may be some time before I can return to Ferelden, and so this is – for now – a farewell. This is a great opportunity for me to ‘cut my diplomatic teeth��, as my brother keeps on telling me, but I could not leave without at least writing to thank you for everything you have done for me. Without your kindness I don’t know where I would have been by now, but it certainly wouldn’t be here, and I will be forever grateful for that. I hope in return I’ll be able to do you proud.

In my own hand,

Alistair Theirin

It took two days for a courier to take a message from Denerim along the coast, maybe less if the relay used good horses, but half a day less still to cover the distance by water. He would be out on the open sea by now, with Ferelden a smudge of green on a distant horizon.

Starkhaven. It was a place she knew by reputation and court gossip more than anything else. Nate had spoken of it well enough since leaving to become a squire to one of the knights there, and in his own quiet way had painted a picture of exotic markets and gilded palaces merry with the splash of fountains. At least he would be a familiar face to help Alistair orient himself, such a long way away from home.

She wished he had written to her.

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