#kryx

[zilverhand]

The Crimson Fleet || Kryx's Legacy

[fandom-space-princess]

ok, while the Crimson Fleet quest chain *did* take forever, I do kind of have to hand it to them for Eye of the Storm specifically. the intense claustrophobia aspect of the Legacy was very well done. the environmental horror of finding the crew's logs as they slowly starved to death or took their own lives, the signs they'd posted on containers around the ship saying "empty," and then finding their bodies... whhgghh. i think it's especially powerful if your following companion for the mission is also your romantic partner, because finding Liang and Kellner's corpses holding hands in the captain's cabin is such a shudder-inducing That Could Be Us moment. I just found myself thinking "even if you find a way off of this ship that's also a mausoleum, with the life you're living, what are the chances that this is how you end up? trapped on a dead ship, alone together among the stars?"

[starfieldphotos]

Sara Morgan and a robot as Legacy explodes.

[marikyubi]

Drawing made on: 04/23/2022 This is a sketch of Focxy in his child version making fun of Kryx's misfortune. I hope you like it.

[darkbluekies]

I have a silly ask-

So what if reader is also yandere for them.??

I wanna how would they react to it

Also I love the Doctor Kryx Silas you madee!!Been reading it like 50 times!!

Anon♡

Warnings: double yandere, suggestive themes, mentions of killing, jealousy

A/N: thank you so much!! I'm glad you like their chemistry <3

Silas: 

He can’t be more happy and worried at the same time. You want to do everything to please him without asking any questions, you want to cuddle up with him every second of the day and love him unconditionally. But you want to get involved in everything he does and that frightens him. You can’t see his violent side. You’ll cling onto him every time he has to leave for work and will send dark gazes to the men and women who help him.

“No, baby, I want you to stay here. I have to go work if I want to continue being a respected man. No, no, get your hands off of me, little thing. You’re making it harder for me to leave. If you continue- … stop that. Fuck. Fine. I’ll stay. You little trouble maker, if you weren’t as obsessed with me as I am with you, I’d throw you in the basement. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You like everything I do to you … and I love everything you do to me.”

Dr Kry:

He’ll be delighted to know that you love him as much as he loves you, but it’ll make it harder for him to make you stay in your bed. You want to be by his side at all time, want to hold onto him and kiss him. Dr Kry isn’t fond of physical connection — even with you. He loves to hold you every once in a while, but needs his own space too. He’ll let you sit in his lap while he reads for you. You take the initiative to all the physical affection and end up kissing him more than he is prepared for. 

“My dear, wait, you’re bruising my lips. You really need to take your nap now. You can’t keep stalling by kissing me. I’m really happy that you want to be close to me, but I have a job to do. My job is to protect you so can you please let go of my hair? No, I’m not going to let anyone flirt with me, yes, I will be back … no, I’m not letting you come with me. You have to take a nap. I love you, my little sweetheart.”

King Edmund:

He’ll enjoy you being obsessed with him. He will have you sitting in his lap while he’s on his throne, having you kiss his neck and run your fingers through his hair. Edmund won’t be able to hide his cocky smirk. Having you all over him while people talk to him might be the bes thing that has ever happened to him. You’ll whisper to him how you don’t like how certain people look and talk to him while they propose suggestions for him. He’ll turn his head to you and smirk. 

“My dear queen, are you a little jealous today? You want me to kill that woman for smiling at me? Yeah? You’d like that? Then I will, my jewel. I will get rid of everyone. You’re so cute when you’re jealous. You wrap yourself around me like a snake. I’m not going anywhere … and neither are you.”

Jerry: 

Jerry will let her guard down a bit. She will have no worries about you trying to leave her and “exposing” her sweet side to others. She’ll trust that you want her for the rest of your life. Jerry will give you more freedom, even letting you join in on missions every now and then. She'll be more human with you … and even more obsessed. Now that she has you for real, she'll never let you get away from her. And who are you to complain? This is all you could ever want.

"Are you hurt? Why the fuck did you do that?! I told you that I'd be fine! Why did you try to intervene? You could have gotten seriously hurt! Don't try to save me again, baby. I get that you wanted to protect me, but that's my job, got it? You're bleeding a little. You'll be fine. Don't cry. I-If I'm okay? Yes … yes, I am. Why are you more worried about me than yourself? Fucking hell, baby, you're unbelievable. I love you so fucking much. No, you’re not going to try to kill them, are you nuts? I’m not letting you get in more trouble."

Hedwig:

Hedwig will be the happiest girl in the world. She has everything she wants now. Every single thing. You'll hold her hand wherever you go and cancel plans to be with her. You’re clingy, loving and jealous. Can she even wish for more? Hedwig will be more open with you when she’s jealous and not hide her tactics anymore. Why would she need to now that you both think alike?

"Y/N, you’re so good to me. I love you so much. WHat did you say? Of course I’m yours, sweetheart. I’ll always be yours. What? Repeat please. You’d … you’d kill for me? O-Oh … I’m blushing. I’ve done that for you, Y/N. Multiple times. Or … not me personally, but … I’ve made sure to get rid of people for you. You’re not mad at me, are you? Thank you, honey. I love you so much. Speaking of that … that boy who was talking with you today … I didn’t like him. He seems like a good guy, but I don’t want him anywhere near you. Should we get rid of him?”

[fangbangerghoul]

Hello my mutuals! This is another episode of WIP WEDNESDAY! Where I tag a bunch of you and share a little piece of one of my current WIPS! (as usual no obligation to post but I like to tag as many as the writers/readers as I can!)

Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @a-cosmic-elf, @aislingdmdt, @therealgchu, @spookyspecterino, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @atonalginger, @silurisanguine, @eridanidreams, @staticpallour, @toxiclizardwrites, @lisa-and-shadow, @samcoesclub, @5oh5, @booburry, @seraaphiel, @aro-pancake, this is a queued post so if you have already been tagged, please forgive me.

Under the cut will be a current gn!readers starfield AU project! I have alluded to what I was working on before in our Comrade Coe's Discord Server but I think for this one I would like to leave some people guessing! (don't fret I don't think it will be too hard to guess if you are familiar with my previous work)

I recently organized my fanfiction and made a Sam Coe Fic Masterpost! Feel free to check it out and enjoy my one shots and parts of my OC's series. I soon will make a Delgado edition as well!

I am still working on Chapter 9 of Fleeting Pleasures! Currently the band I've been listening to while I write is Type O Negative if that offers any context to the vibes that might exist within this upcoming chapter. Feel free to catch up on the series if you haven't already because after chapter 9, we only have the final chapter left!

I hope you enjoy the small snippet below and feel free to still tag me in your posts so I can see everyone's lovely work! Happy writing!

The night was still young as you walked arm in arm with some of your close friends. The four of you started the night bar hopping and dancing but now you all agreed it was time to change up the vibes. You already felt a little ditzy from all the fruity frozen drinks you have sipped on but you were ready for the next endeavor. The cobblestone road led you to the far side of town. There were fewer streetlights and even at this early hour of night fewer people. The mist clung to your dewy skin making the colorful makeup on your face feel as if it was possibly sweating off but where you were going you knew it wouldn't matter. There it stood ahead on the corner of Kryx Ave and Ophiphon Street. The Key. It was a classic dive bar that only the locals ever ventured to. The building itself was ominous with black brick and red stained windows. After dark the bar was always bolstering with loud heavy noise that could vibrate your insides only a few yards away from it. You could feel the synergy of rambunctious and unadulterated pleasure.

[toxiclizardwrites]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @therealgchu for the tag!

I don't have anything to share this week. New meds have been kicking my ass and I've been tired, but also haven't had a ton of motivation to write. Instead, here are links to my works on AO3 if you want to check them out:

(currently all Starfield)

Dancing in the Dark - rated mature, a one-off fic with my OC and Delgado dancing at the Last Nova

Love and Rage - rated mature, my main Starfield fic

On The Key - rated mature, a short fic in progress with another one of my OCs and Delgado. In this fic they go get Kryx's Legacy together.

[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday - Seven Days

i just realized i didn't put the graphic for 7 days up on dropbox, so i could use it on my home computer. whoops.

oh well, look at me, back to a regularly scheduled posting.

the first chapter of Seven Days is up on ao3. i'm publishing these at a more rapid rate since i've been writing them faster. almost half of it is already written. chapter 2 will go up tomorrow, hopefully.

Day 2 Sneak Peek

His brain had been trying to make sense of everything he’d heard yesterday, and he still didn’t understand most of it. He decided to take a stab at the most concrete aspect. “So, how did you become queen of the pirates?” he asked.

“By killing the king of the pirates,” she answered nonchalantly, like killing the pirate king was as mundane as getting coffee.

Sam choked, “You killed Delgado?”

She nodded. “In my original universe, I got nabbed by SysDef to infiltrate the Fleet. Delgado was obsessed with Kryx’s Legacy. I was obsessed with getting the artifacts and getting the fuck out of that universe. I helped him get Kryx’s Legacy, muscled out Naeva to become his second, and used the Fleet to finish getting the rest of the artifacts.

“In my second universe, I realized that it would just be easier and more efficient to take over the Fleet right away. So that’s what I’ve done ever since.” She opened her hand and a small bright ball of plasma formed in her palm. “Did you know plasma can burn through glass like a hot knife through butter? Or, more accurately, an 11,000 degree knife through butter.”

Sam stared at the bright ball in her hand and shuddered. “What are you?” he whispered.

She looked at him, “Starborn. I already told you.” She closed her hand into a fist and the light went out. “Anyway, I blasted him through the window of the war room. He never stood a chance. I declared myself queen, and if people didn’t fall in line, they’d be met with the same fate. People fell in line.” She shrugged. “It helped that I got Kryx’s Legacy within days of taking over. Whereas Del never got close in all his years. A lot of money buys a lot of loyalty.”

He looked at her in fear and awe. She was a monster. If there was anything human left, it had been burned away by whatever Unity was. He began pacing angrily again. “Are you going to let me out of here?” he demanded.

“Eventually.”

“Why the hell am I here?” Sam punched the wall in frustration.

She looked at him, but didn’t actually seem to see him. “I think I’m trying to punish myself. Maybe. I don’t know.” She looked back to the floor. “My Sam always could unravel me. Since the moment we met, he could slip past all my defenses and armor. Wasn’t even something he consciously tried to do.”

[stellarcollisionfic]

Sending some Stellar Collision love because I simply adore this fic. I love the direction you’ve taken it in with the Crimson Fleet. That was one of my favorite quest lines in the game, and also one that I felt had a lot of psychological implications for the PC. Their being used as a pawn, going undercover, the close call of Kryx’s Legacy. I’m really interested in seeing how Jade processes her time with the Fleet given her past and already delicate mortality (and of course more protective Sarah)! Great work so far. I look forward to more!

Awww 🥺💕 Thank you, this means the world! I'm glad you don't think it's gotten a bit convoluted- there's SO much plot to enjoy in terms of gameplay- it's a little harder to condense everything into a cohesive storyline. I also love the CF mission, and I think, given Jade's criminal past- it carries deep meaning for her. It's also supposed to convey the role reversal for Jade and Sarah- now Jade is the by-the-book, morally dignified rule-follower, and Sarah would kill anyone if it meant protecting her!

Anyway- so, so touched you've enjoyed it! It was a bit of a monster in terms of length so I'm truly thrilled when anybody says they've read it 😭 I hope to get some more inspiration from the DLC and really finish these last few chapters I have in my planner! Thank you again for such kind words!

[iamscoby]

There it is again: Bo-Katan hugging her. The Armorer is hit with the full blow of the guilt of wanting more of it, wanting it tighter, wanting it to last longer, wanting so much of what she should not want from her friend - should not want from anyone now that she is the Armorer: faceless, nameless, devoted to her craft only.

“You got this”, Bo-Katan says again when she pulls away too soon. And that is when the Armorer remembers one more Jedi-Senator wedding arrangement she has forgotten to think about.

“Dank farrik, the blasters! I don’t have time to think of any…”

“Don’t kids usually like to help out with that sort of stuff? Why don’t you ask the new foundling?”

--------- Pairings: The Armorer x Bo-Katan Kryxe; Padmé Amidala x Anakin Skywalker Rating: T Words: 2.7k

[zilverhand]

The Crimson Fleet || Delgado & Damien

[foxingpeculiar]

Oh, also: Starfield blogging:

It’s hard to blog this game cos there’s just so MUCH happening all the time. Like I busted my parents at a nightclub (where I was running drugs, but they don’t need to know that), I helped a scientist figure out this particular tree is like… just TOO horny, and so on.

But the big thing was I decided to just roll through the Crimson Fleet vs. UC SysDef faction questline. This was mainly because I got pulled into it and read somewhere that if a mission requires you to kill Crimson Fleet people while you’re in league with them, you can get fined a bunch, so it’s best to just see it through.

And, despite some fondness for some of the crew (Jazz is great, and Delgado has his charm), I decided to side with SysDef, since they take more of an anti-murder stance on things, generally speaking.

Which was going fine. I got Kryx’s legacy and swiped it out from under their noses. But then I got to the Battle of the Key.

So, okay. I made an outpost, which I mostly use as a storage base. I set up an extractor, and it is running, but it does not seem to be extracting anything. But nonetheless, I stop in there from time to time to drop stuff off and add to either the structure or the decor/amenities.

But shipbuilding, I have not even gotten that far. I fucked around in it a little bit, trying to bulk up the Frontier with some new bits, but I kept getting errors or couldn’t figure out how to attach things and, while I will set about it eventually, I’ve been otherwise occupied.

Which means, I was still dinking around in the starter ship when I hit this epic, four-stage space combat fight. And hoo boy, that did NOT go well.

With several tries apiece and the luck of the devil, I managed to squeak through the three batteries. But the battle at the Key itself was just too much. I would manage to destroy maybe one enemy ship before two more would get me in their sights and just completely MELT my shit. I spent like 4 hours trying this.

So I was like, “Fuck, I need another ship FAST, but I don’t have any money.” (I have some money, but not like “buy a better ship” money). BUT, I heard that the Secret Outpost! quest nets you a ship, so I hauled ass out of the battle with my grav drive and went and did that.

And what a fun little diversion that was! The whole “step on the right series of letters to safely pass,” straight out of Raiders of the Lost Ark thing was both particularly fun and particularly frustrating. But I guess I’m the Mantis now?

Anyway, the shields on the Razorleaf are still bullshit, but it’s faster and has WAY better guns. It still took a few tries, but I managed to skirt around the edge of the fight picking off enemies that got separated from the pack and I pulled it off.

Then I got to go into the Key and was faced with murdering all the people I just spent a bunch of missions making friends with, so that was “fun.” I had to quit out right as I was approaching Delgado (time to go to work), so I’ll finish that scenario tomorrow. Then maybe something lighter?

[writingspacetrash]

Stranded

1,773 words

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Zoe cursed and kicked the hull of her broken-down, smoking spaceship. Well, more of a space-boat anyway. She instantly regretted it, as a searing pain shot through her foot and up her ankle. She inhaled sharply and glared at her ship. Boat. Which only smoked and creaked sadly in response. 

Zoe looked around and threw up her hands. 

“Where the hell am I even?” She was standing on a rather regular beach, at which rather regular blood-red waves were lapping. Behind her, rather regular dunes obscured the rest of the land from her view. 

The map had last shown her plummeting through the atmosphere of some planet at the edge of the Kryx-System, but that couldn‘t be right. There was no water anywhere in the Kryx-System. Her expression turned sour as she realised that maybe the blood-red waves weren‘t water. God she hated the Kryx-System She glanced at her shipwreck again. A little red light was blinking somewhere in the midst of the smoke. 

“Fuck you,” she whispered. The red light went out. Zoe propped her hands up on her hips and turned around to see if there were any interesting new additions to the landscape since she’d last looked. The beach stretched on into the grey horizon in both directions. She climbed the dunes to get a better view. There was a forest nearby, and when she squinted, she could see a little hut behind the first row of trees. She looked at her wristwatch, which she had repurposed to a communicator long ago. (Don‘t ask her how. It‘s not important.) The blue light indicating some sort of network was still tragically off. No chance of calling Martyn.

Zoe sighed a tad too dramatically and stomped towards the little hut.

~

As she entered, the floorboards creaked. “Okay you little spooky house,” she said. The door shut behind her. It was cute. The smell of mould hit her nose, the kind of mould that only grows in wet places, the kind you would sometimes fatally confuse with moss. There is no such mould on Earth, and that‘s very good.

The entrance led to a small living room, dust covering the sofa, the armchairs, the bookshelves. An abandoned, pelt-covered mug stood on a small table, emanating the horrific smell that haunted the hut like a ghost. Zoe stepped carefully through it all, trying not to touch a single thing. Trying not to breathe unnecessarily. Who knew what kind of spores flew through the air.

Despite the dust and mould, the room looked rather peaceful. As if someone had left for a Sunday walk five years ago and never returned. 

In all the muted colours, something caught Zoe‘s eye. Next to one of the bookshelves stood a little commode with a glass door. Its inside was tiled with mirrors, reflecting a quiet, pulsating light. It was leaking from a jewel, carefully placed on a silver tripod, of a colour Zoe had never seen before. She approached the dresser and crouched down to get a better look at the jewel. As she studied it, the inside of the jewel seemed to stretch out, reflect her own eyes a million times until they blurred to a dark, deep nothingness, into which she fell, seeing all that was, is, and will be, the horrors and the wonders of creation and destruction, she saw the secrets of the universe and heard a voice, older than time itself, say Death is an illusion, Time is an illusion, the Self will persevere and the Self will be there to see the End of all that Is, and she understood, she understood everything, and she saw that she was both insignificant and the only real Thing there had ever Been.

Zoe blinked and stashed the jewel in the depths of her jacket. She wiped her hands on her pants, her fingertips tingling. She sniffed. A blinking blue light on her wrist drew her eyes away from her own reflection and she shook her fists in triumph like a little kid. “Yesss!“ She stormed out of the hut, barely noticing the shadow moving in the corner of her eye, and called Martyn as soon as she had reached the wreck again. 

~

“You are the dumbest person I‘ve ever met, Zoe,” sounded Martyn‘s tinny voice from her communicator. Zoe clicked her tongue.

“That is not true! What about… Mick Spindle?”

“Mick Spindle would‘ve known the difference between Kryxian and Immenish.”

“Well sorry that I‘ve only been learning Kryxian for like, two months? That could‘ve happened to anyone!”

“Choosing to say the only Immenish word that‘s also an insult in Kryxian doesn‘t just happen to people, Zoe.”

Zoe shrugged. “It happened to me.” Something like a sigh crackled out of the loudspeaker. 

“Yeah, a lot of things happen to you. Anyway, could you describe the damage to your Tonner?”

Zoe took a step towards the wreck and peered inside the fist-sized hole. The smoke had mostly vanished.

“Well… there‘s a hole in the… left side?”

“What do you mean, left side?”

“When you‘re sitting in the ship, it‘s on the left. Sort of behind you.”

“You mean portside.”

“That‘s what I said.”

“Anything else? What‘s inside the hole? How deep is it?”

“Uuh… about five centimetres deep, there‘s some wires inside… blue and green. Some are definitely fried. That‘s probably bad.”

“Depends on how important the wires are. Can you try and turn the entire ship on again?” Zoe peered at the hatch on top of the ship. It was ajar, a tiny trail of smoke curling its way outside.

“I don‘t know if it‘s safe to go in, Martyn.”

“She is a Tonner, Zoe. She can survive anything. That was the only reason I lent her to you.” Zoe pulled a face and mouthed only reason I lent it to you.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No.”

“Okay, there‘s another way to try and fix this. I think they only hit your cooler, which should be fine to fly without, at least to the next workshop, which shouldn‘t be far… where exactly were you again?” The distant cracking of wood made Zoe‘s reply die in her throat. She spun around and scanned her environment. She could only see the tips of the first trees from here.

“Zoe? Everything okay?”

“No,” she whispered into her communicator as she scrambled up the dunes as quickly and quietly as she could. “I think I heard something.” She lifted her head over the dune just so she could see the edge of the forest. The gaps between the trees looked darker than before. There was no wind stirring the grass atop the dunes. Another crack. Zoe ducked below the dune again, pressing against the sand. She could feel it pour into her shirt. 

“Zoe,” whispered Martyn. “I am locating the Tonner. You have to get out of there as soon as you can. Kryx can be very deadly.”

“No shit.”

“I‘ll send you the route to the closest workshop as soon as I have your location, okay? You just have to-” Zoe pressed her hand over the loudspeaker as she heard another crack, this time louder. It was followed by more and more cracks and rustling, like footsteps through a forest. Zoe lifted her head again, slowly. A face was only inches from hers.

She screamed and pushed herself down the dune, skidding down the sand. Her feet sank in, she fell over and crawled down to the beach. A wet breeze was blowing down her neck, like the devil‘s breath. She didn‘t dare to look behind her as she ran to her ship. Her hands searched frantically for her gun, she never kept it in the same pocket, she really should get a belt.

Zoe reached the ship and climbed up its battered hull, to the hatch, and let herself fall into the seat. She hammered on all the buttons she could reach, and after a few seconds only filled with her panicked breathing, the ship started humming and the lights blinked on. She locked the hatch and ignored the little red warning light. It was labelled Cooler. She laughed hysterically. “I‘m so fucking stupid!”

A dull banging on the hull made her focus again. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,“ she murmured while pressing buttons and shifting levers she didn‘t know if she needed. Finally, she‘d hit the right combination and the windshield was cast over by the green space map, the ship began to vibrate and finally, finally lift off. An ugly scratch and a primordial howl accompanied her as she made for the atmosphere. “So long, sucker! Wohoooo!“ The Tonner rattled and creaked, but it kept speeding towards the stars.

~

“Um, uh… Zoe?” She started in her seat.

“Jesus, Martyn, forgot you were there. I‘m back in orbit, well almost! There was this weird thing in the woods, ugh, you should‘ve seen it.”

“Yeah, about that… I can‘t locate you.” Zoe frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean the Tonner doesn‘t show up on my radar. Is she sending the signal?” Zoe checked the screen in front of her.

“Yeah?”

“That‘s… weird. Are you out of the atmosphere yet?”

“Almost. In five, four, three, two, one-” The ship dived into outer space and stars surrounded her. The rattling died down as the vacuum enclosed her, and Zoe breathed out. On her right, there was the giant Tirs with his pink cloud formations, and not far off she could see his moon Liren. This was the Kryx she knew.

“Ha, there you are! I‘ve got- Zoe, what the hell have you gotten yourself into again?” Zoe sighed.

“What are you upset about now?”

“There‘s no planet next to you, except for Tirs.” Zoe raised an eyebrow and turned on the back camera. “There absolutely- hm. There‘s no planet. What the fuck.”

“We can worry about that later. You need to get to the next workshop. I‘m sending you the route right now.”

“Oh yeah, Tricia says I have like, five minutes left to live.”

“Who‘s Tricia?”

“The board computer.”

“Yeah. Ok. Tricia‘s right. And Zoe?”

“Yes?”

“Kryxian, not Immenish.” Zoe rolled her eyes and turned off the communicator. The route Martyn had sent her now popped up on the screen, and the ship shifted to correct its course. Zoe looked at her reflection in the windshield and brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face. She winked. The reflection winked back. Back on the planet that didn’t exist, a creature called its master for the first time in ten years. Inside Zoe’s pocket, the jewel glittered with the light of a thousand burning stars.

[marikyubi]

Drawing made on: 01/09/2022 Another little sketch I made on a gift tablet. This is a sketch of Kryx based on Meg's song from the Hercules movie saying "No, I won't say i'm in LOVE", due to his crush on Focxy, since he didn't want to fall in love, but he already was. I hope you like it.

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[toxiclizardwrites]

"Sharing Kryx's Legacy with the Crimson Fleet turns the pirate confederation from a mere scourge to a full-blown threat to other factions. The only thing the pirates grow to fear is each other."