#legionary musings

[zacksfairest]

literally screaming into my hands how am i not finding any roman legionary romances. what the fuck. i hate all of you.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

No Longer You

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Author's note: Alpharius 'Chief' 'Zarius' debut!

Summary: Zarius muses on the nature of things, and how Black Templars are Selfish Pricks.

Warnings: jealousy, spying, let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

He's swimming in one of the oceans on Ancient Terra, arriving here had not been apart of his original goal or mission he'd been assigned by his Captain, and finding ways to link up with the local Alpha legion outpost, Loyalist faction, and not Chaos or Renegade had taken some... careful maneuvering. He's not in his teal and silver ringed octopus true form. But that of an Ultramarine. As an Alpha Legionare he's been trained in a myriad of things, also, as a 'Scout' in the guise of another legion he'd been picked to be an Apothecary, he'd been flattered and honored, because being entrusted with the duties of an Apothecary, and one in training are heavy and many, learning how to heal (and subsequently) more ways to take a person apart, both Astartes and base line human had been handy.

Astartes have to have some level of trust with Apothecaries, he's heard many a confession, and seen all manner of things in his time as an 'Apothecary' it's one of the ways he's been able to help the Alpha Legion hide among the other shoals and pods, when certain Paranoid cousins suspected one of his brothers to be Not One of Them, but A Two-faced Shape-shifting shit head, he'd be called in to test the gene-seed contained within the suspect individual. Depending on his mission, and what the actual truth of the matter was, truth, lies, and what is real and actually are in fact, more fluid.

The Alpha Legion is woven through the fabric of the Imperium, and through every chapter within the Space Marine Legions, to monitor and guide things, an unseen hand guiding and shaping events to the will and whim of their eldest brothers. He's never actually outed a True Brother- but if a certain person needed to be... removed well then, an Apothecary does his best, but you can't save everyone.

He's in the form of an Ultramarine. Most tend to have some level of trust, well perhaps not for Chaos or Renegade, or at least acknowledgement that the 13th legion are Bastards, but are Competent Bastards. He makes sure that he's far enough away from the Ultramarine shoal and sends an encoded message to his local handler, they haven't met in person, yet, after all, the Space Marines that they are hiding as haven't met, and it would be odd as a Chaos and Loyalist, even with The Alliance, seen to be so... cordial without more battle brothers nearby. Especially since Alpharius is in the guise (and the training) of an Apothecary.

Honestly, why do other chapters fuss over their Apothecary brothers so much? As an Alpha legionary, he's taught how to patch himself up, and if things go side ways, and very bad, how to take out their own gene-seed and find a way to safeguard and send a signal to the nearest Alpha Legionary to have it picked up and their body burned. He's been hearing some Concerning things about some of the hard liner shoals, a War Band (although the Black Templars are trying to have it changed to a Crusade) are nearby and are causing no end of Headaches.

It's terribly entertaining, but he has to warn his handler, who's both in a Chaos form, and much to his distaste, also Chaos Aligned. He hopes that his fellow Alpha Legionary is not actually a Chaos Marine, but is truly loyal, but had been ordered to Fall. It's... he sucks in his teeth as he keeps that Ultramarine Expression on his face, he's heard that two of his pod brothers have Fallen, due to orders. It's... hard hearing that. He hopes they regain their equilibrium soon and are better able to serve the plans and plots of the Alpha Legion Captains. Being on Ancient Terra could give them some unprecedented ability to get certain things really rooted.

They are able to keep certain... unsavory things from spreading wildly. Monitoring Ancient Terra's "internet" for certain trigger phrases that had things carefully monitored and wiped. Various organizations and cults that have sprung up in predictable response to the Space Marines and much to their dismay, the very few and rare Custodes arrival are being monitored and ... handled by other brothers. He only knows that much, no one brother knows everything, after all, if you are caught, other space marines try to squeeze as much information out of them as possible.

He knows, if the shoal he swims with ever find out that his colors are untrue that they will turn on him. He's had to deal with the aftermath of brothers being Found Out, back in the 40th millennium and also now. It's very are for it to happen now, there are much fewer of them, and of all the legions. They will turn on him, and their fury and rage will be swift, brutal and cruel, at least they are a Loyalist Shoal, the Renegades and the Chaos Shoals would do far, far worse to him if they find out his scales are teal and silver. Then again, it depends very much on which Loyalist shoal finds out, if they ever do.

He's heard rumblings about Primaris marines from some of the furthest in time brothers and cousins, and he's ever so curious about them. Having heard that a few of them have made a splash in their local communities, he's terribly curious and wants to meet one of them if at all possible. Also, its a part of the standing orders from their Captains, they need to try and find and assess the threat levels of the Primaris Marines to be able to interact and manipulate them accordingly. A challenge is something to be Overcome. He's also heard of Bonds, and how no Alpha Legion has never been able to have a True bond, what their cousins speak of, and that sends a pang of longing, jealousy and hurt stabbing through his hearts.

He's heard of Alpha Legion pods swarming a single individual and protecting that one human, keeping them preciously safe and theirs, but those false bonds work, only so long as their True Bonded doesn't show up and take the human away from the Alpha Legion pods, and they do take them away, every single time, the human choose the Other over them. Such is their burden, such is what he will bear it, and endure they must. As much as he longs for a bond, it also comforts him, the bonds are clearly Warp Fuckery, and the fact that it happens and the way the bonds have different intensities is endlessly fascinating. Also he's having a private laugh at the fact that the stubborn- idiot sons of Dorn, the Black Templars attempt to break the bonds (selfish, bastards, at least they can bond, ungrateful to abandon such a precious things) unless they get hit with an Intense or Strong bond, which means they suffer for it, harshly, and it will kill them, or nearly so, and their brothers drag them back and throw them at the human in angry despair.

So stubborn, and stupid, and selfish and- he takes a deep breath, holds it, and lets it go, so he's been near those annoying Black Templars too much. As an Apothecary, they demand his time, because the idiots get themselves into scraps with the Chaos Shoals, regardless of the difference in strength and numbers, and the fact that there are some treaties in place between some of the larger shoals. Such troublesome cousins, it would be a... shame is the Black Templars heard that some of the local Loyalist pods have a treaty with some of the local Chaos Pods.

For the shouty, charging, stab happy sons of Dorn would Rage and try to stab Everybody. which would ensure that they are chased out of the area, and are further socially isolated and given less in resources from the rest of the loyalists in this area. Which would serve them right, and that would mean that the poor stubborn idiot that he's got the misfortune to attend to in his guise as an Apothecary will be taken by his brothers. The 'poor thing' is suffering from breaking, or at least trying to break his bond.

Something within 'Zarael' reels back and hisses at how ungrateful the Stubborn Idiot is being. He won't breathe a word that he should be grateful to have such an opportunity, and it would fall on deaf ears for the Templars- and have certain other ears prick up in curiosity. Besides, if the idiot is able to break the ‘weak’ bond an Alpha Legionary will slide into place and soothe the poor rejected human and tend to them, and see if they can try to bind the human to himself, and potentially his pod of brothers. Another thing he's curious about is if any of the Primaris Marines are little brothers in disguise. Hearing what he has about the Primaris Marines having chimeric gene-seed, and from what some of the farthest in the future 41st millennium brothers have said, Primaris Marines are blends of Loyalist and Traitor Gene-seed. So it's very likely they have Little Brothers who have a gene-seed that would get them caught out.

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. Made it not-sad. Disappears to grumble but is actually happy.

You didn't think you would ever see the Alpha Legionary again. Yet he's continuously shown up at the street where you first approached him. Every evening he now walks you home, making sure no one else tries anything. You don't expect this, Alpha Legion typically only accompanies people of importance, that is if any of them even show themselves.

You find that you enjoy his company though, even if he's a little unsure at times. You had to fight back a giggle when he enters your apartment and sits awkwardly on the sofa you had gotten specially for him. He's awkward in a cute way. Like a kid not sure how they ought to act in front of a stranger. He surprises you with his fluency in English. Something he merely passes off as a must know given his legion.

The Alpha Legion on his part feels like he's dreaming. He has a human? That's what you are right? His human? He never dares ask you though. What if you reject him and cut him out of your life? No, this is enough for him. It will be enough for him. His heart flutters when you pull a scrapbook out to show him something you've been working on. If this is a dream then he hopes he never wakes up.

He knows that something had deemed his legion unworthy of bonds. He knows nothing he does will capture the true beauty and devotion a bond brings. Still, he knows better than to argue and bargain when he's given a chance he shouldn't have had in the first place. How the stars must have aligned for the two of you to meet, for him to be able to call himself your Space Marine, even if it's only in the secret depths of his heart and mind.

Okay thank you for allowing the boy to be somewhat happy. I dont know why ya'll want someone in this setting to suffer. Human killers already suffer the most as well as the space marines whose bonds die in horrible ways.

You feel safer having him around. He tells you his name is Alpharius but looking at the internet boards about Alpha legionary marines... they use this name often though eventually when they warm up they'll say their real name. They are slow to trust it seems.

You smile at your on again off again visitor. "Hey I'm making supper you want something?" You just ask as he has been staying longer and longer and it's almost dinner time and this is the longest he has stayed. You can feel him hesitate before he nods.

You just casually mention how you have a spare room set up, not for a space marine mind you, but you can't help but offer before quickly changing the subject not wanting to scare him off. You're not sure if you're fostering him or not... but sometimes it takes an Astartes awhile to warm up or not... they're odd in that way always in control of their situation.

Alpharius muses... he probably won't stay tonight but maybe another night when he is willing to give it more of a chance but he'll gladly stay for a meal and some affection.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Oh Miraculous names/thoughts?

I am still pretty pleased with my Mouse!Chloe as Mademoiselle Millions!

Alt name for Tiger!Juleka or for Tiger!Chloe is Violet-Tigress as Violet flames are apparently the hottest flames. (Can also be mis-heard as Violent-Tigress)

Alt Mouse!Name that could apply to a few people is Legionary.

Always a big fan of Catastrophe, usually for Black Cat Chloe.

Fox!Chloe I was musing on recently could be Madame-Minstrel, or Vixen but that name is taken lol

Ladybug!Lila could chose Coleoptera but pronounced like Cleopatra.

Virago for any girl who is eager to just throw the fuck down.

Brunnhild or Shield Maiden for a potential Turtle User.

Chimera for way too many unification or a Prodigious User.

Oh, random aside, but Mei Shi also comes with a Miraculous Tool, they have the orb/ball as their melee weapon!

Can totally see it being made spiritual after a kick so it goes through objects and then turns solid again for a surprise hit XD

oh hell yeah

[transparentkinks]

A little violent snippet

My recent playthrough reminded me how fun it is to wipe out Ceasar's camp and kill legonaries en mass. It's really cathartic. If I was feeling more like writing crack I'd include that I always do it in a pretty pink dress, but that's not the most realistic way to be stacking bodies and I'd still look hot in combat armor.

Enjoy <3

It was a promise she made to Boone a long time ago. If she ever faced the Legion, he’d be her main man to bring along. It took a long time, with the planning and diplomatic work, but she finally felt ready to put the Legion down. 

In reality she brought nearly the whole team. Boone would cover her, of course. Veronica and Cass would be flanking her, ED-E and Rex at their heels, moving as a group. Raul would be covering him and spotting his shots, and Lily would be causing havoc between their groups. Arcade was ready to heal as needed. 

They wiped out cottonwood cove first, with six using the NCR radio to report having cleared the place. She made quick work of their capture’s bomb collars, and soon they were off to the Fort. 

They rained down hell the second they arrived. It took a while to get past the gates, the Legionaries sending wave after wave from their camp, but Six and her friends had them at a chokepoint, and soon enough they’d piled enough bodies for them to start making their way up the hill. It was less of a bloody slog than the initial assault, consisting mostly of those that fell back. 

She needed Lily’s help to break down the gate into Caesar's main camp. The battle here was more difficult, fighting back many of Caesar's top men. They worked their way into the camp, The roar of battle raging around them. After much effort, any outside Caesar's tent were either dead or hiding. She grabbed Boone to stand by her as they entered the tent. Inside they faced dogs and men with powerfists, not that effective against her grenade launcher. Soon Caesar's men lay dead around him, and Six had him held at gunpoint. 

“You’ll pay for this” Caesar spat. 

“Your army is dead Caesar” She spoke with glee. “You are the last to die. You see that man there?” She gestured towards Boone. Caesar simply glared. “You owe a lot of people in the Mojave more than you can ever pay, but his revenge, you can afford” she spoke with malice. “All he wants is to take your life”. 

“Fuck you” Ceasar spat. 

“You’re a sick man” Boone spoke calmly. “Someone oughta put you down” He leveled his gun at Ceasar, and with a bang the head of the Legion was dead. 

“A world without legion” Boone mused. She turned to him with a grin. 

“We did it!”

[5mind]

/* Throwing two of my muses at Antares that he hasn't met before because I couldn't figure out who else to suggest, lol. Added descriptions to all three for that reason.*/

FMK:

Ed Dillinger Jr: Just Some Guy. Computer programmer, specializes in cyber security. Workaholic. Knows Morse Code and has a knack for cracking ciphers. Has a wolfhound for a service dog, a restraining order on a man with the same name as him (read: Daddy Issues), and trust issues (but is as loyal as they come if you can gain his trust). Enjoys a good mystery.

Marcus Brutus: Ghost. Most famous of Caesar's assassins. Demigod son of Pluto. Can become corporeal, summon a skeleton army or precious rocks. Liable to stab you if he thinks it would better society (or may be convinced to stab your enemies if he likes you enough).

Lucius Aurelius: Displaced in time and space. Has a symbiotic species of extraterrestrial "coral" growing on him. Former Roman legionary tribune, demoted for unspecified reasons, medically discharged from the Roman Legions after his legs got blown off in an accident. Cartographer, can hear the landscape around him and can alter it by humming. Ball of anxiety. Curious about modern science and the world he's been thrown into, and enjoys a philosophical debate.

Send my muse "FMK" and three names for them to say which one they'd Fuck, Marry and Kiss.

Another baffling selection of individuals to choose from. Antares lets out an irritated groan.

"Right. Okay, I'll marry Ed. At least I probably know what to expect....compared to the ..uh...other two anyways."

"I'm not sure how fucking a ghost might work...and I'm not sure if I want to find out. I mean..I don't wanna get possessed or cursed or anything. So Brutus gets a kiss."

"Whatever this Aurelius guy has going on sounds like...a lot. But yeah, I'd fuck him. I guess," he shrugged.

[dxngerous-dxys]

She came to me one morning. One lonely Sunday morning. Her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind. I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking. And destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win.

{ Muse - Quintus }

{ Tired Legionary seeking to escape his fate. }

{ Semi-Selective / Crossover Friendly }

{ Bio. } / { PSA. } / { Rules. }

[noxtatic]

My fav up to date

I love them. So much. And I love New Vegas. So much. It as the most special place in my heart and always will do.

"We will return to The Fort soon enough… and then what?" Nicole traced his lips with her finger. "Will all of this go away? I don't want it to," she mused.

Vulpes stared into her glittering golden eyes. He did not want this moment, no, this feeling, to dissipate either.

He had no illusions about the fact that among his legionary brothers, the relationship that he and the courier had developed would be frowned upon, and Caesar himself would most certainly be displeased with this turn of events. He was meant to accompany her to The Strip, to watch her, guide her, and train her in the ways of a Frumentarii. Yet here he was, embracing her and exchanging tender gestures as if they had always been lovers.

He took a breath and looked over the crumbling wall of the ruins where they had stopped for a night. The pink hues of dawn dimmed the last stars and the embers of the New Vegas lights. Basking in this soft, dreamlike scape and Nicole's touch, he looked at her again.

"We will indeed have to control… whatever this is. But you will always be mine," he affirmed, resting his arm against the small of her back, "whenever we're alone, whenever we're away, and… after we've taken the dam and New Vegas."

As the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon, casting a warm glow on the desolate landscape around them, Nicole's golden eyes met his icy blue gaze once more. She wasn't just a Courier anymore, and he wasn't just a Frumentarius. They were individuals who had found something rare amidst the chaos of their world.

[hellcab]

Do you RP other muses?

I do! I just haven’t been as active with my other muses. Regardless, here’s the roster.

First, my Fallout muses. There’s Ares T.A. Redwood, a ghoul mercenary driven by his own moral philosophy. Although stoic, his rage towards cruelty, oppression and corruption burns brighter than any nuclear reaction. He’s a man of principles, he believes A is A regardless of the century. He’s a difficult man, troubled and haunted, but he’s a good man.

Then there’s Scratch. He’s a Fiend; a highwayman who targets lone travelers. Scratch is cruel, decadent and always chasing that next high. His M.O. usually involves him chasing down people on his motorcycle. Robbing them, and if necessary, killing them where they stand.  Yet, he’s not nearly as psychotic as his fellow Fiends. Scratch has standards and his limits. He still clings to some consciousness. In truth, he hates the lifestyle.

There’s also Quintus, a Legionary. He’s a man of broken faith. Through misery alone, Quintus has realized how obscene The Legion is.  Yet, despite his disloyalty to Caesar or Lanius, he’s loyal to his men. It’s the survival of his men that compels him forward. Quintus wants them to survive the way, no matter the cost. He’s a cynical soldier, bemused and horrified by everything around him.

Now, for my Hellaverse characters.

Over at @infinity-cantos, you can find my multimuse blog. There you can find Guns Akimbo, Shrike, Kaizaan and finally The Wire.

Guns Akimbo is a mercenary who runs guns across the eight rings of Hell. She’s a Valkyrie, chasing the adrenaline rush of violence. By the way, she was also married to Roth Kruger. Despite her bloodlust, there’s some good in her. After all, it was one good deed that sent her to Hell. Deep down, she wants something more than violence. Yet, she feels she’s destined to it.

Shrike is my Exorcist. Compared to Lute, Shrike is very subdued and reserved. She views slaughtering Sinners like any other chore. Yet, she’s a woman haunted by tragic mistakes. At one time, she was fanatical, blinded with rage at every turn. That cost the life of her best friend.

Kaizaan is an Imp, a thief as well. She’s highly successful, able to afford a comfortable and luxurious living. She even uses magic, so she can invade people’s dreams and steal their secrets. Overall, she’s greedy, selfish and blinded by materialism.

Then, there’s The Wire. He’s the man who murdered Roth Kruger. He also murdered several other people, before becoming crippled for life. In Hell, he’s back to his old habits. Now, murdering those who society could care less about. The Wire is just some murderous pseudo-intellectual snob. He thinks he knows everything, but he doesn’t.

Finally, we have @mindhate. There you can find The Tyrant of Jinn, Sargatanas. He once was God’s chamberlain, but that ended when he sided with Lucifer. Now, Sargatanas is a monster who feeds on suffering, fear and cruelty. He’s what Hell once was, the last remnant of that nightmare. He hides many secrets, many terrible things. He desires to drag Hell back to where it once was. To torture every Sinner to the end of eternity.

[jflashandclash]

Axel: Into the Lion’s Maw VII

The rest of the walk back was, admittedly, a little awkward. Axel didn’t mean to make Ethan go so pale or shut up so abruptly.

However, if he said he wasn’t proud of the Leonis Caput’s charm, he would be lying.

He and Ethan stepped through an archway of gold. The room on the other side was still illuminated with turquoise fire.

A cheer erupted. “It’s the Lion!” someone shouted.

“They didn’t leave us!”

From a glance over, Axel saw anger replace Ethan’s fear. His scowl returned. Someone, Axel suspected, didn’t like being rescued.

After their heart-to-heart, Axel wasn’t going to let Ethan out of his sight. Nor was he going to waste a moment where another hostile deity could appear. He was impressed Ailiseu had kept everyone corralled within his turquoise flames. These soldiers didn’t need to discover that the flames were nothing more than light tricks that Uncle Frasco had taught him to use in the circus.

“Get in two lines, side-by-side,” Axel said, pacing back and forth in front of them to establish the start of the lines. Like herding his siblings. “Everyone hold onto the person in front of you. Keep your weapon in your other hand. No one goes off alone—is that clear?” There were nods of understanding as the troop scrambled to obey. “If you hear Mary, do not engage.”

Axel pivot turned to face the golden-arched doorway. “And Mary,” he called, in the event the goddess had perked back up, “You are not to approach my troops without explicit permission.”[1]

“Kronos’ troops,” Ethan growled.

Axel glared. “Once we rejoin.” Then, they would be Kronos’ troops again. Until then, Axel pointed beside him. “You’re leading the second column.” To the others, “Protect your side of the column!”

He glanced around the floor for a dim glow. Not through the golden archway. Not through the silver one. This was going to make him look really stupid if he got them all organized to play Guess Which Way Leads to Death. He did have—what had Ethan called it? Clear vision? Right?

Something touched his neck—or hadn’t yet?—he saw a flicker of finger movement, felt the caress moments after, and saw the echo of the hand before it vanished. Three transparent white gloves that blurred into one: Hecate.

Always here to give a third option, the helm mused.  

Axel couldn’t respond. His knees had gone weak, but he couldn’t reveal that in front of the other demigods.

Hecate had trace up to his chin, tilting his head up.

There, above them, the roof was glowing with a Greek D.

Axel shook off the phantom sensation, unsure if it had been real. “Excuse me,” he said to Ailiseu, borrowing their pilum. He tapped the symbol.

A retractable ladder popped out of the ceiling, joints groaning as it extended. Demigods exclaimed and ooed. He used the pilum to tug it down within reach, thinking, no matter how badly he wanted to, it might look undignified to jump for the bottom rung. As though constructed by the Fates, the ladder was wide enough to accommodate two people at once. He just hoped it was strong enough.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder. This time, it wasn’t a crazed goddess or his friend’s godly mother. It was Ailiseu, nodding their head gravely. He handed them back the pilum. “Thank you.”

Behind them and behind Ethan, the demigod soldiers had lined up appropriately. They had expressions of scared hopefulness.

Was that a good attitude to take into battle?

Say something.

At times like this, Axel wished they had a better name for themselves. Camp Half-Blood had “campers” or “Greeks.” Camp Jupiter had “legionaries” or “Romans.” Kronians sounded too much like cronies. When Pax had suggested “Tambourines” for Mount Tam, Axel stopped the conversation before it caught on. They were a blend of nationalities and godly ancestry. Axel wasn’t even a demigod: the one thing the rest of them shared. What brought them together?

He cleared his throat, tilted up his chin, and projected the way Uncle Frasco had taught him.

“We were forgotten. We were abandoned. Neglected. Abused,” he glanced down the two columns, hoping each soldier felt seen. “Camp Half-Blood worships our abusers. They pay tribute at every meal to those who tormented us or left us to torment.”

One of the newer demigods raised his sword and shouted, “Fuck those guys!”

There came a cheer.

Axel grinned fiercely. He raised his own sword in salute. “We fight for Camp Othrys! We fight for freedom from tyranny!” Cheers continued between each sentence. “We will defeat those that defend the practice of dictators!” Axel remembered Pax telling him how boring it got when he speechified about tyranny and oppression and how he should keep it simple unless he was speaking with Witch Boy.

So, to finish off, he shouted, “Let’s go kick their asses!”

The tunnel echoed with a roar of approval and agreement.

As Axel and Ethan each placed a foot on the ladder, relieved to find it held their weight and that of the demigods behind them, the Leonis caput added, “I will lead us into battle!”

***

*Jack crawls from the grave to set this as a tiny offering to its followers’ shrine before crawling back into its grave to seek out a juicier offering for next time*

Thank you for reading! I hope all of you enjoyed! Hopefully, in two weeks, I’ll have the next installment in this segment for Into the Lion’s Maw. Thank all of you so much for your comments, artwork, support and patience! I keep thinking things are going to settle down and they might be soon!

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Footnotes:

[1] Original draft, for those of you interested: “Everyone hold hands. I don’t want ANYONE going off on their own. Is that clear? I do not want anyone to listen to Mary here without first okaying it with me. Mary, you’re going to be integral in us getting out of here. Can you hold onto my hand.”

Axel offered her the severed bone hand.

She gleefully clenched it, immediately snapping a finger off.

[ratherxintense]

8 & 9

crucial muse development questions. [[accepting.]]

8. how many friends does your character have?

Vulpes' closest connections stretch the definition of 'friends.' There are some frumentarii and a few legionaries who respect him enough to favor his opinion over any other but Caesar's. Vulpes can rely on them to watch his back in a fight or to take action against his enemies, even ones within the Legion. Altogether, there are about ten people he firmly trusts. But the only person Vulpes seeks out to spend a (rare) idle moment with is Marinus, a praetorian who grew up with him. Marinus is an odd exception to Vulpes' usual rule against trusting anyone too much, but years of shared battles as recruits would have made them brothers, if not for their current duties keeping them almost constantly apart. Maybe once per month, they have a chance to find some secluded cliff away from the fort, share old stories, and fall asleep under the stars.

9. how many friends does your character want?

He doesn't really know. The concept of friends involves vulnerability. He also finds it difficult to extend loyalty beyond anyone but Caesar. Vulpes knows that if Caesar gave him an order, he would carry it out, even if it ran contrary to a friend's interests. Even if it meant killing them, he would act on Caesar's will, and the idea of being put in that situation unsettles him, and drives him to actively avoid forming bonds.

But due to simple human nature, he wants friends. Vulpes is not completely antisocial, despite the best efforts of the Legion to brainwash him from the age of nine; his early experiences with his loving sister allowed him to develop some attachment to people, and part of him still wants to connect with someone. He won't consciously allow himself to do so, but the potential is there.

[zacksfairest]

Lemuel Adelier in ancient Roman legionary armor

[searsage]

"He's not well Shaxx..I'm under strict orders to keep visiters out..even the vanguard.." Saladin warned

"So it's true.." Shaxx breathed incredulously, there was a dangerous hysterical lilt to the warlord's voice..

"I was told… they were one in the same, the warmind and the Exo I met, is that true..?"

"I don't have those answers for you Shaxx…if your lucky you'll catch Ana before she hits orbit, ask her all you want, put that fire to rest and return to your watchful eye over your newlights…he..he can't answer those question for you.."

"He's in there, isnt he? Why is he hiding.. I want to see the warmind that slayed the iron lords.." The titan snapped impatiently, it was as if only half his words made it through the man's thick helmit, Saladin couldn't understand why the crucible vendor was so kayed up, but also feared it may escalate if he didn't get rid of the titan quickly.

"He's under observation, with strict orders to stay inside, he won't come out to meet you old friend, as I said no one goes in no one comes out.." Saladin grits,

Shaxx remained silent save for a tight sigh bellowing hot steam from the gaps inbetween tense man's helmet, the singular horn on his helmet shift as his gaze drifts back to the keep's doorway.

"I wanted to ask it..the warmind, if it knew his answer to my question, Felwinter…he never-.. No, I need to see it, I need to see him.." Shaxx mused darkly his words only solidifying his manic resolve.

But even then Saladin could feel the thirst for violence exuding from the furious titan, not that he ever had a good read on the impulsive warlord, nor could the Valus comprehend what was upsetting the man so deeply that he'd single handedly fight his way up the mountain to satify his curiosity.

What was lord Felwinter to him…?

Saladin's eyes widened as brief realisation washed over the older titan, but before Saladin could even open his mouth to inquire about the comment the titan starts pushing forward his shoulders squared in defiant determination, solar energy steaming in his bare scar covered palm, the cabal stand idle, knowing better then to interfere.

He'd made quite an impression at the foot of the peak…

"Stand down Shaxx, Your making a mistake.." Saladin warns his eyes nerrowing as he moved to block the men's warpath. His words however were lost on deaf ears, the stubbron warlord never listened, not during twilight gap and certainly not now..

Saladin's teeth grit in frustration..

On the outskirts of the keep's snow dusted grounds the empresse's legionaries watch on with silent intrigue as the last of the iron lords stands against the vanguard's warlord.

[vinculta]

#VINCULTA - indie, private and mutuals-only blog for a headcanon based vulpes inculta from fallout : new vegas. written by iggy ( 27 / any prns ).

very triggering content WILL be written on this blog, that is but not limited to : misogyny, abuse and slavery. I ask that you be at least 21+ to follow & interact.

RULES & TEMP ABOUT BENEATH READMORE.

i'll keep this short n sweet like the sabrina carpenter album 😔

001. no drama of any kind. I do not care about x did this and y did that. unless it's truly rancid behavior keep me out of it. if you have an issue I implore you to use the block button, and will never be upset if you choose to block me. curate your own space and please do not try to police mine. anon hate gets blocked and deleted, as I hope if ever there is an issue you can come to me about it so we can discuss it privately. I will never be upset!

* I know the themes discussed in the legion are very, very upsetting, but I will not stray from speaking on them given the character I am writing. I will always properly tag anything, and I implore you to realize that mun DOES NOT equal muse. I write this character because I like the game, and the universe that fallout is in already has A LOT of questionable content.

002. i'm not here for shipping or nsfw. if it happens then cool, but know that is rare given vulpes as a character and how insufferable he is. on top of that i prefer chemistry more than anything, so while i'm not fully against shipping him it's just a very rare thing.

003. this is a low activity blog as i have other blogs i run and a life outside tumblr. on top of that idc if you use me as a meme source. i only ask you send something in on occasion.

ABOUT.

name : vulpes inculta

age : 30s

height : 5'8"

eye color : blue

hair color : dyed brown (natural is white)

hair length : buzzed

affiliation : caesar's legion

rank : leader of the frumentarii

occupation : spy

personality : not outwardly hostile unless provoked. prefers to assess things logically before attacking, unless ordered differently by the MiGhTy CaEsAr.

preferred weapon : bone ripper (motorized handheld saw, akin to a miniture chainsaw)

outfit : standard legionary armor, with goggles to help block out the harsh sun and a vexillarius helmet. when acting as a spy he wears a default brown suit with a matching fedora.

[margindoodles2407]

@whyoneartheven You Expressed Interest so here you go >:)

Anakin

Sing, muse, of the warrior-boy, of the shining angel of vengeance and his wings of steel. You, brave knight, have a dragon for a heart; the ichor in your veins is the very lifeblood of the stars, and it bleeds all down your front and stains your hands sunsoaked. Everything you touch comes away incandescent. You will either bring light to the world, or else set it ablaze. Dear son of the fire… the choice is up to you.

Obi-Wan

Gentle knight, you are a martyr of compassion. What must it be like, to have a heart that bleeds so easily? You give yourself away, kind man, with no thought to your own suffering. Your very hands were sculpted to heal the world’s battle scars. But who will heal yours? You are a man whose legacy is heartbreak, whose inheritance is naught but tears and death. Mercy such as yours is a double-edged sword, and you have been cut far too many times, and the blood that stains your blade is redder than the fiery hair on your head. Be wary, good man, for if you are not cautious with your heart you will bleed out.

Padme

Sweet Lady, how large your heart is. How full of love. How heavy does it weigh in your chest? You want to help, to heal, to fix the broken, to stitch them back together with your own heartstrings. Yet the more you mend, the more the fabric tears, and the faster you weave, all the quicker does the tapestry unravel. Yet you fight anyway, because you know that it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. The flowers on your grave will bloom long after you are gone, and the song your sweet voice began will not cease simply because you can no longer sing it. Its echoes reverberate on the lips of those you left behind.

Ahsoka

You, fair maiden, are a survivor. The Archipelago has never allowed you to be anything else. And yet, you are so full of love despite it all. Your soul is fire and rust, and your eyes are as sharp as the horns on your headdress, but your heart was born to soar on the wings of the owls that follow you past the horizon. You have been betrayed at every turn, and you have been bruised again and again, but you do not break. You refuse to shatter. Perseverance- that is what you are called. Do not forget that name.

Rex

You could not save them. You could not save them. You were their captain and you could not save them. This is the litany that beats itself into your skull and rattles the heart in your chest; every night you tear yourself apart because you were their captain and You Could Not Save Them. Your hands ache to smash every mirror you’ve ever laid eyes upon, because when you look in the glass all you see are the faces of the brothers you failed, over and over and over again. Brave man, your failures are not your fate, and your destiny is so much more than blood and tears. Do not despair. Live to fight another day.

Cody

Standard-bearer of the sun. That is what they called you, brilliant and terrible as the dawn emblazoned on your armor and bursting forth on your banners. You know that this is a lie. You are not the sun; you aren’t even the pale flickers of a candle-flame. You are a traitor, a liar, and a commander to nothing but the armies of the dead. You cannot help it, you cannot help it, it is your nature; it was woven into your body with the same spells that granted you your bastard father’s face. Oh, valiant soldier, you are so much more than that. You know this, somewhere in the hazy back of your mind, and though you have never been a man of great faith, every night in your nightmarish dreams you beg a desperate prayer that you may rise above.

Fives

You were not supposed to be a prophet. You were born and bred to be a soldier- your native tongue is the language of clashing steel and death rattles. But here you are, thrust into this role as though you were some ill-fated grandson of Cassandra, uttering insanities that no one believes. Good legionary, you sleep among the stars now. I hope the afterlife is kinder to you than the Archipelago ever was.

Mace

Justice. That is your title. A paragon of justice on an unjust sea. You have sworn to uphold it, you have dedicated your entire life to the preservation of that justice, and yet– and yet, it is not enough. There is a darkness, and it is rising, and the sword you have used to execute so many chimaeras of injustice is not sharp enough to slay the hydra you know is coming- for, for every head you sever, another only seems to sprout. And still you fight, because there’s nothing else you can do, and you have to do something to this beast, because you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it’s too dangerous to be left alive.

Yoda

Ancient, like the roots of the last tree on the Island of Coruscant, the last tree that grows in the courtyard of the Monastery you call home- that is what you are. You have seen the rise and fall of dynasties, you have seen the birth and death of stars, you have seen so many valiant men and women inhale their first breath and exhale their last, and you have acquired the kind of wisdom that only those centuries of life could bestow upon you. There are those around you who don’t understand. They call you complacent, senile, a relic from an age gone by who would have done well to stay there. You know better. You are a luminous being, after all.

Qui-Gon

You are a ghost. And you are mourned. The boy with crimson hair and a heart too big for his body, the boy to whom you were like a father, weeps for you every night in the year following your death. The child with incandescent blood and hair always dusted with the sand he hates, the child you rescued from an island of death and desolation, chatters to your memory when he thinks no one else can hear. Your death leaves such an empty, aching vacuum that the Knight you yourself trained under as a Squire is driven to the dark. But you are not gone. You live on, and you reach out, and you desperately try to reach out to the ones you loved in life. Someday- Force willing- you will reach them. You know it.

Artoo-Detoo and Sir Threepio

Friendship is a commodity you are both alien to. One of you is a ghost, so ancient and anxious that you cannot remember those who you loved in life, and the other is a creature eternally isolated in the dark chambers of your portable armor because sunlight would poison you. And yet, you have each other, and what a bizarre friendship yours is. Bizarre, indeed… and yet, you would not trade it for the entire Archipelago. 

Satine

You are both queen and pariah, as much a collection of half-truths and hyperboles as the man you love. You are the heiress to a patrimony of war and bloodshed, and though you have long forsaken those ways, you have a warrior’s blood within you still. My good lady, a pacifist’s heart is not a weak one. Your face may have all the grace of your people’s famed stained glass, yet the ones who have tried to shatter you may well find that your bones are forged of nothing less than beskar steel. Though many years ago you laid down the Mandalorian’s lance, you have not cast aside your Mandalorian heart, and the heart is, after all, the sharpest sword and the sturdiest shield. You have always loved. You always will.

Who wants to see all the little blurbs I wrote about the main characters of HFSW

[onewiththeglow]

URSULA TO @vulpxes​

“Fucks sake, what the hell was that?” irritation and surprise plagued her voice as her hand rubbed at her cheek. A bright red mark marred the the tanned flesh as she made her way along, her bare feet scraping over the scorching hot dirt. 

From the corner of her eye she spotted movement and her head whipped around with fury pulling at the corners of her viper green eyes. Seeing who it was made her feel even more irritated, even more peeved at the futility of her situation. The man before her was one that was loathed by her father, that fondness naturally seeped into Ursula’s view point of the man. With a biting anger she snapped at him, “and the hell do you want, Frumentarius?”