#sef shipping

[sillybun33]

the file for these were sitting in my clip studio folder for so long it silently mocking for leaving it unfinished for what felt like months

COMMISSIONS OPEN!!!

[self-ships-ahoy]

I think using memory loss with Synthia was a good idea, especially in regards to how I feel about Sigma. I only just started to be with him recently, yet i feel I'm supposed to have known him all my life, I just don't remember it. Not in a bad way, or that I'm actually literally questioning reality. It's just how it feels shipping with him.

[rosesloveletters]

Hello again🌸💖 So I had seen that Gaston from Beauty and the Beast was on your former/dormant f/os list. And I was curious as to which version it was. Animated, live action, book, or perhaps other?😌

Hi, Destiny! How are you? How is everything with you? Thank you for asking🩷

The Gaston I self-shipped with was from the 2017 live action Beauty and the Beast. The animated one was one of my favorite films growing up, but when the live action came out, it reignited that passion and I fell in love with the story all over again. I still adore Beauty and the Beast, I just can't/don't watch it anymore due to bad memories attached to it.

[komilys]

rewatching (suffering through) fcu to see him!!

[chaotic-constellations]

the older man had every single right to be upset with him. especially since sef had spent so much time talking him out of this business over the course of their "unofficial" and "unlabeled" benefits. honestly, jules wanted to do well by his word and focus on school while working shitty part-time jobs but life was fucking hard. so when that man approached him at the bar with a grand business plan and some easy money. it became only natural that he agreed. "when he introduced himself...he went by the name charlie and i didn't now he was cop. it wasn't until i told him that i lost some of the drugs that he started coming around in uniform to intimidate me." he paused thinking to himself. "...the day he showed up to my apartment someone on his walkie called him officer patrick rikkard."

chaotic-constellations​:

fuck, fuck, fuck. julian knew that he was deep-shit now and there was no way in hell that he could keep avoiding this problem. annoyed with the man standing across from him, he felt his hands clenching but refrained when the other reminded him of the service weapon. “fine but you’re gonna be upset.” he answered as he heaved a sigh and focused his attention back on the other. “i was approached by someone to start dealing again to help with my tuition. i stupidly said yes…but lost some of the drugs and now i’m pretty sure that person was a cop cause he keeps showing up everywhere trying to talk to me in his uniform.” julian answered honestly.

sef instinctively went to scold the boy for doing something so stupid, so reckless. really?  drugs?  again?  but he stopped himself.  getting into a fight with the kid would only have ended in more problems.  so instead, he took a deep breath and thought for a moment.  judging by julian’s story,  sef was pretty certain the cop in question was corrupt, given if it had been an undercover bust,  julian would be in cuffs.  which meant there was a way out of this.  “do you remember this cop’s name, by any chance???  badge number???  which precinct he belongs to???”  he knew he was badgering, but it wasn’t a lot to go on.

[peniswizard69]

Btw massive w for the girlies (genderneutral) who were shipping Crustables before Dainix actually appeared in the comic. History's most fanonbrained clock is still right twice a sef

[jpitha]

Between the Black and Grey 65

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The cessation of the intense pain and sensation from the Nanite battle was like a clanging silence when Fen woke up on the ground. She sat up and looked around at the ancient K'laxi forest she's seen so many times before.

"Ma!" Fen stood up and started running. The direction didn't seem to matter in this kind of place before, so she didn't pay attention to where she was running. It was the running that was important. "Ma! Where are you?" Fen hears a noise and turns automatically to track it, and she runs headlong into a branch on a low tree.

Flat on her back, she stares up at the canopy. Funny, it doesn't really hurt here. She felt her head hit the branch, and she was knocked onto the ground, but it doesn't hurt. A familiar K'laxi looks down at her worried. "Fen? What's wrong?"

She sits up quickly. "Ma! I'm in trouble. Han'iel has started a coup and his lab developed their own Nanites and they are attacking the Nanites I have and, and, and he said he doesn't know you." Tears flow down Fen's cheeks as the words rush out of her.

"Han'iel? I never met Han'iel. I never met anyone on your lab team. I wa-"

Fen came back in a room, hugged by Gord. Along with that, the pain rushed back. The searing, white hot pain caused her to whimper quietly. A woman - that's Chloe, Fen thought - sat in a command chair and regarded them. "Welcome back. I see you are none the worse for wear." Through the pain, Fen noticed she was speaking through the ships comm. Why?

"Chloe, something's wrong with Fen, I'm taking her to Med." Gord scooped her up and carried her down the hall, still wearing his large black pack on his back. "Talk to me Fen, what did they do to you?"

"Han'iel made his own... Nanites... they're fighting mine." Talking was hard. It hurt so much. "He said he released thousands of beacons."

"That he did Fen, we saw them leave. Whatever he wanted to say has been said to every nook and cranny of known space. Do you know what he was doing?"

"He said my reign was over, that the... empire only controlled Sol again." She winced. "He also said that he had the Sefs, the Gren, and others on his side. He made it sound like all the K'laxi are with him."

"Now that I doubt. The K'laxi were never a monolithic bloc. The Sefigans and Gren aren't either. There is infighting and factions same as anywhere. I bet his support isn't as large as he is making it sound." The door to Medical slid open as Gord rushed in. He gently placed Fen onto a table and automated arms slid down from the ceiling and started to run their scans over her. Gord read the readouts and frowned. "Body temperature high, but you don't have other signs of a fever, no infection, no inflammation. It must be the nanomachines fighting."

"Gord, I'm scared." Fen gasped. "Everything I know about the Nanites says that if they die, I die." She stared up at the ceiling. "I thought that I'd be happy when I was finally dying." She flicked her eyes to Gord. "I'd get to be with Ma again. But no, I want to live Gord. Can you help me?" Fen started shaking. "Please Gord, help."

"I'm trying kiddo, I'm trying." Gord snapped a mono over one of his eyes, and took over control of a few of the arms over the med table. Immedieatly they started moving more surely, with less hesitation. "It's been a while since I've done nano scale surgery, but let's hope it's like riding a bike. Chloe!"

"Yes Gord?" Chloe's voice over the intercom was calm, almost detached. Fen actually marveled that she felt better that Chloe wasn't panicking.

"Interface here, and let me some of your processing. I'm trying to find out how a war is going while it's being fought, in Fen, at nearly a quantum level. It's tricky."

"Yes Gord, millisec." Gord continued to manipulate the arms as another set dropped down. Chloe probably. One of them had a needle on the end, and it slid into Fen's neck. "Sorry Fen, you won't be awake for this one." Gord said, as she lost consciousness.

Fen was in her kitchen. Her old one, back on the station in the refugee block. There was a pot of tea on the table and three mugs. Sitting at the table was Ma-ren, looking like she did when she was alive; blue coveralls, her hair brushed but otherwise unadorned, her silver earrings shaking slightly as she moved her head. "Hey Fen, come have some tea" she said, smiling warmly; as she smiled her ears flicked and the earrings jangled just a bit. "It's some Chamomile from Earth, Da'reni managed to find some."

Fen sank into the chair opposite her wife and took a sip. It was hot, but not scalding, sweet, but not overpowering, floral without tasting vegetative. It was perfect. "This might be a dream, or hallucination, or whatever-" she said, sighing, "but that is a good cup of tea."

"We're glad you like it, Fen." said a third voice. Walking out of the shadows was a... being. They were bipedal, with two arms and two legs, but their bodies were covered in a coarse fur, more like a sheep than the soft, pettable fur of the K'axi. Around their shoulder area, the fur was long and braided with beads and jems, covering their shoulder like a shawl. Their heads were wide and soft, with large wet eyes, and a small nose. They sat in the chair on the end of the table and took the third cup of tea. They breathed in the steam, sighing contentedly. "You know, I think this is the first time in a million solar cycles at least since we've had something to drink. It's quite... nostalgic."

Fen watched them drink, thinking furiously. "You're... what the Nanites looked like before..."

"Before we submitted to assimilation, yes." They moved their shoulders in a sort of half shrug that Fen immediately knew was their version of a nod.

"I'm asleep then, dreaming." Fen took another sip of her tea.

"More like unconscious. Chloe gave you quite a strong dose of sedative. Right now she and Gord are working to save your life while I battle Han'iel's own Nanites." They made a sour face. "The war isn't going as well as I had hopped."

"Why is Ma here?" Fen gestured to Ma-ren who waggled her ears.

"For comfort, mostly. She is... a memory." They put the tea down. "Names are important. You can call me Vel."

"Is it your name?"

"It was a name. Remember, we have been one for longer than you've had metal. Longer than you've had language." Vel rumbled a chuckle. "It's as good a name as any. We like it."

"Okay Vel, why am I here? You clearly want to talk to me, even though we can do it at anytime."

That same half shrug. "We have the time. Gord and Chloe will be working on you a while yet." Their fur rippled twice. "You might even survive. As much as we talk, you wouldn't have been the first to survive our removal, though you will be the first to survive our removal this quickly. Usually the process takes years." They took another sip of tea. "Fen, what happens to humans when they go through a wormhole link?"

Fen blinked. This was unexpected. "For the majority of us, nothing. For about 1 in 100, it feels like we die. We visit-" she waved her hands "-somewhere else, and sometimes we talk with people who may or may not be our ancestors. Nobody is really sure, and we don't really have any way of proving it. Some people think it's a hallucination."

"Humans are still religious, are they not? We know the K'laxi are."

"Some are, yes," Fen said, carefully.

"So finding out that something happens after you die, must have caused a stir."

"I don't really know Vel, I grew up outside of humanity, remember?" Fen's lips were pressed tightly together and she took another sip of tea to avoid speaking.

"Yes yes. I was trying a roundabout way to get to my point, but I see that you're not interested in a philosophical discussion. Fen, who do you see when you link? We know something happens to you, but we are not privy to what. As far as we are able to discern, there is no time difference from entering the wormhole to exiting."

So they never did figure out what was going on. Fen's shoulders relaxed as she released the tension she didn't realize she was holding. Han'iel has begun his coup and her body is fighting for its life as the Nanites fight, no sense in lying now. "I would see Ma-ren. When I realized that you didn't 'come with me' when I linked, I told her and she said she'd work on a plan to free me. I didn't know the plan so you wouldn't know it. She... did something to my memories. Locked them away until a key phrase was spoken."

"Well that proves that it's not a hallucination then, doesn't it? Something happens to you when you die."

"Ugh, you haven't met everyone. I'm sure there are a ton of humans who would say that's no proof at all. That we can trick ourselves quite well." Fen leaned back in her chair. As she did, it became her couch from the apartment. Vel was sitting across from her in Ma's favorite chair. Ma herself was gone. Fen had a twinge of regret at that. It just reinforced she was just a memory. It was odd how... easy it was to talk to Vel. When they were the Nanites in her head they were much more demanding, more authoritative. Here, Vel was just another person, albeit a representation of a long dead group of people whose decedents live as a collective of nanotechnology... things. Whatever. It was easier to talk to Vel, and that worried Fen. "Vel, I worry that you're going to try and talk me into being Empress again. I'm not going to do that. I never wanted to do that, and I won't do it again."

"Fen, I don't think you realize how good you were at being Empress. It's not an easy job. You were able to juggle your own wants with the needs of the Empire with our desire to increase the Gate system. You installed more Gates than all of the previous human Empresses." Vel's voice had odd harmonics; it was like they were speaking partially by vibrating something on their body. Still, even though the interesting way of speaking, they sounded impressed.

"You only want me to be Empress so you have someone to build Gates so you can hunt for energy, for food. That's why you wanted to come to the white hole so badly."

"Yes, that is true."

"So? You're here. I brought you." She gestured with her mug out of the window of her living room. "Go, do your thing to the white hole. Disconnect yourselves from us, leave."

"They don't want to leave Fen, you know that." Ma-ren walked into the living room and sat next to Fen. She tried to snuggle up, but Fen's shoulder and arm shot back as if she was shot. "You're not Ma."

"No, she was recent in your memories, easier to assume her shape. We're the others..."

"Han'iel's Nanites." Fen stared hard at Ma. It was a very good projection, but it was made on her memories, so Fen assumed it was as good as she remembered her. "It's getting crowded in here. What do you want?"

Ma shrugged. "The same thing as you, we assume. We want the other Nanites ejected from the galaxy, and left to do things our own way."

"With you in charge instead of them."

"Not... exactly." Not-Ma sat up. "It's more complicated than that Fen, you know this. You can't undo what's been done, and you can't unlearn what's been learned, but you can do better next time. Han'iel thinks that's what we'll be. an iteration."

Fen narrowed her eyes. "Han'iel sounds like he wants a turn ruling the galaxy last time we spoke."

Not-Ma waved her hand dismissively. "What he wants and what he'll get can be different things. We're new, but we're smart. We had to be in order to survive. We don't think Han'iel will be ruler of anything in a short amount of time. His support is much more tenuous than he makes it sound."

"How can you know that? You were activated in front of me."

Not-Ma laughed. It was odd. It sounded like a mix of human and K'laxi laughter. "You think that was the first time we were activated? Han'iel just has a flair for the dramatic. We've been online and active for more than a year. We've had time to learn about the galaxy." Not-Ma stood and patted Fen's shoulder. "Don't worry. These folks-" she gestured towards Vel "-aren't long for this galaxy. We're the new game in town."

"Don't be so sure. The battle is not the war. We've been at this much longer than you." Vel said, frowning.

"You're so sure? Come on then, let's see who wins!" Not-Ma walked up to Vel, and placed her small hands on either side of their head, and before anyone could react, snapped their neck.

[teecupangel]

What if Desmond was an English Mastiff?

Desmond would be such a big boy with a speed that would surprise everyone.

He’d definitely be taken into missions as a dog companion, although stealth would rarely be an option because of his distinct looks and size. Definitely a good hunting buddy though and makes a great distraction.

Also…

He’s definitely popular.

Altaïr:

He serves more as a companion and partner to Altaïr, especially if he was a pup that Altaïr found after the death of his father. He tries his best to comfort Altaïr the best he can and always growls at Abbas even before Altaïr and Abbas’ falling out. He’s sweet to the Al-Sayf brothers and Kadar gives the best treats, that’s for damn sure. He also became Darim and Sef’s ‘babysitter’. They love to hug him and ask for rides when they were small which Desmond indulgences. He stays with Sef when Altaïr and the rest go to assassinate Genghis Khan. Maria believes it’s because Desmond is getting old (he’s not. Strangely enough, he believes he stopped growing the day Altaïr turned 25 but he can’t be totally sure) and Altaïr hesitated to leave him behind but is pushed by Maria because they promise each other this would be the last time they’d be on the field (and they were worried of Darim being left alone in foreign lands). Desmond, of course, was pretending to be weaker than usual to lure Abbas into a trap of… the fang kind.

Ezio:

It’s Federico who finds a dirty dog and decided to bring him home because he was big and sweet. It took hours of scrubbing before Maria thinks he’s clean enough to stay in the house. He usually stays with Petruccio and keeps the boy company. Claudia loves him when they were children and he’s the only one who knows that Claudia loves to hug him when she’s feeling down. Ezio has this… habit… of playing with him until they’re both tired and then just randomly confessing the dumb shit he got into while they’re relaxing. Desmond is totally unsure why the hell Ezio was doing this to him other than Ezio knows that Desmond wouldn’t be able to say anything at all. Desmond just lets him treat him like a parishioner confessing to a priest and just barks whenever he thinks Ezio’s confession is getting more and more ridiculous.

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

He actually appears near the Grand Temple when Ratonhnhaké:ton was a child who was looking for a place to hide while playing. He followed Ratonhnhaké:ton back to the village and just… stayed there. Ratonhnhaké:ton grew treating Desmond more like a friend than a pet and the villagers think of him as a protector of children since he always follows them out of the village, even saving one of the children from being attacked by wild animals. So when Charles Lee tried to hit a young child? Well… Blood was everywhere, that was for sure.

Edward:

To preserve the tradition of me making Edward just grab whatever creature Desmond turned out to be and tell Adéwalé and the crew that this is now their ship cat… Edward just grabs Desmond from some random port and brought him onboard to be their ship ‘cat’.

“That’s a dog.” Adéwalé dryly stated.

“Is it though?” Edward turned to look at Desmond as he said, “Alright, boy, say meow.”

Desmond and Adéwalé start to think that Edward might be suppppeer drunk.

But Desmond humored him because he heard his name is Edward Kenway anyway and made an attempt to meow.

“See? Cat.” Edward said with a grin.

And Adéwalé felt like he was going to get a headache.

Desmond couldn’t believe that worked.

Edward didn’t bother telling anyone he picked the dog up because he glowed gold and Edward was curious what that meant.

[seductressiren]

About Sefina.

Who am I?

I’m Sefina which means vessel or ship. But vessel sounds much cooler. I’m still a college student and I’m majoring in chemistry. The idea is to focus on forensics. Sefina or Sef is fine.

Why make this account?

I decided to make this account because I wanted to prove that what I was hearing, seeing, and feeling were all bullshit. That it wasn’t intuition or my gut feelings. I never believed it, hell, I was a huge huge skeptic (still somewhat am). So I made the crush post, and was going to delete it (because it had no notes), but something in me told me not to. In that moment, I honestly thought this was stupid. What was the point, and so on.

It’s ironic how life can become for you when you listen to your intuition and realize that you finally found something beautiful.

Why do I make subliminals?

I’m a huge skeptic. I didn’t trust others with the subliminals they made. So I decided to learn and make my own. But that ideology is completely different now.

Do I make the quotes I write?

Yes. Sometimes it can be challenging to figure out what to say to draw someone in to my pac. Sometimes I make a lot of different quotes, and then after the next day(s), I will read them out loud and see which caught my eye.

What drew me to tarot if I started with intuitive readings?

Boredom. Channeling took me so long, one post would take two weeks to channel. It would be on and off, taking breaks, and so on. Tarot seems like it would help me out, and it did.

Gender? Sexuality?

Quite frankly, I don’t think these matter much, but nonetheless I am a girl. And I’m straight. I’ve been seeing others think I’m a guy, do I give off the vibe? Genuine question. She/her pronouns, thank you.

Hobbies? Likes? Dislikes?

Reading. I adore it. I’ve read since I was a child and now. To live in a world with all different types of tropes, situations, scenarios, worlds, etc., it’s so freeing. It’s so beautiful. I like to learn about the world, cultures, science, literature, history, etc. Tarot & intuitive readings (ofc), I love the whole idea of unraveling a mystery.

I don’t like people who are toxic. Jealous people or those who are obsessed with you with malicious intentions. Those who use your trauma as their own and can’t handle when what they did to you comes back to them. And those who cannot handle that you’re being yourself and they expect a specific reaction, or push their thoughts on you and saying that’s you when it’s not. But when you mention it’s not, it’s a lie. Or those that insult you, hurt you, just to sabotage a relationship. Also, those who do not validate my feelings when we communicate.

Fun fact?

English isn’t my first language. I “learned” it in 2022, when I had to go to college and was assigned Medical Terminology as my first class. Truly do not recommend if you do not know English well, but nonetheless, I fell in love with medical science because of it. But for private reasons, I won’t mention my native language.

In the near future, I might update the about me. And thank you to @sofia-the-creator.

[sefif]

'sef' is fine. just a fandom old who discovered hermitcraft incredibly late and is now going a little mad trying to catch up on ten seasons and the traffic series. may also blog about POW series, vault hunters smp, and other mcyt shenanigans.

mains: please don't ask me this i am watching. so many. my favourite kind of person is someone who commits wholeheartedly to the bit.

- #hermitshipping: aromantic but obsessed with picking apart dynamics and friendships and ships because it's about the connection, it's about every kind of love and madness rather than just romantic, it's about watching people in a block video game play off of each other and just enjoy each others' company (hermitshipping tagged nonetheless. bug me if i miss something, i do not always interpret things as romantic)

- #suggestive: ain't got outright nsfw here but i am unfortunately an adult watching a bunch of 20-40 year olds failing to keep things pg in a block game. i will do my best, but please curate your own experience and do not feel bad about unfollowing, softblocking, or blocking out here on the wild web.

rant at me about your favourites, i feed off of it, chances are i'll catch the obsession 'cause i just love hearing about what others love about them

[caprifoi]

Memories of an amnesiac reintroduction

[ID: The interior of a masonry temple with a fresco in the middle and a chandelier. The text on the edges says "Memories of an amnesiac", a wip by @caprifoi. end of ID]

It's been a long time since I introduced this and it's changed quite a bit since then so I thought I'd introduce it again.

Genre NA Gothic Fantasy

Main themes • family • religion • identity • grief • queerness • tradition • morality • bloodlines • the past coming back to haunt the present

Setting the port city of Thelerissa, a subtropical town at the conjunction of multiple trade routes

Status drafting book 2 of 3

POV first person dual pov (book 1)

WIP Playlist

Tags #moa #sef #cass

Synopsis

Cassandra has been living on a pirate ship ever since losing her memories two years ago, yet when visions of an unknown woman start haunting her, she knows it must relate to her past. Leaving the only life she's ever known, she ventures to her hometown of Thelerissa to find the woman she's been dreaming about.

Persefona has had enough adventure to last a lifetime. All she wants to do is live out her life in peace and quiet, but Cassandra's presence is making waves in town, forcing her to step out of the shadows and confront what she's been hiding from.

In order to find out Cassandra's past, they'll have to use their resources to delve into the world of the Thelerissan elite. However, secrets hide beneath the facade of a peaceful merchant city and the price for finding them may be too high for both of them...

Main characters

Cassandra "Cass" Diaz. She/her. Former pirate, currently an artist. Righteous and compassionate, but self-questioning. Believes in Fortune.

Persefona "Sef" Báthory. She/he/they. A solitary healer. Bold and debonair, manipulative. The only god he would believe in is himself.

Oscar Ehrenskïold Skavgaard. He/they. Sef's friend (?). Town darling. Actor, playwright and theatre administrator. Generous and affable, lacking in self-esteem. Willing to sacrifice himself if necessary.

Elias Alagumuthu DuPont. He/him. Ballet dancer. Incisive and courteous, inhibited. Believes in the gods of his mother.

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added/removed): @goldlikealexander​, @aphronysus​, @natalierosewrites, @sirius-xm, @wildswritey, @aritany

[das-a-kirby-blog]

sorry for bothering u, but i have a question (that's probably a stupid one) about your commissions. technically two but idk how to word so anyway

are u ok with drawing self ship art (with an obvious given being that it's an appropriate ship, which it would be in this case)?

and would u be able to draw tv head/object head original characters? i have a sona/self-insert that's a human but with a tv head instead of a normal head lol, and i have plenty of refs of them too

thx for answering my silly ask!

Yep, I can do sef ship art! and yes, I can draw objects for heads

[shmothman]

You have a s/i? *kicks legs cutely* you should tell us about them! (If i read that write.....i love knowing about peoples s/i's) -@millionsvash

WAUGH I AM EMBARRASSED SO I WILL PUT IT UNDER A CUT (and also bc I talked way too much) BUT. Yes,, yes I do,,

I mean, when I say I have a self insert it’s very much 100% just “sef, but in the Trigun universe” 🤣 but,, they grew up in one of the smaller towns, just one crashed ship turned into a struggling town, like most of them. It’s very middle-of-the-road, not prosperous but not outright failing; crime there isn’t any worse than it is everywhere else. There’s still enough scientists and plant engineers there to keep things running—and some of the scientists from the first generation tried very hard to pass knowledge down to the younger ones.

There’s another crashed ship, not too far away, but it didn’t get turned into a town. It was scrapped for parts, of course, but not many survived its fall—and no (capital P) Plants did either. Over time, its scrapped hull was covered in the desert sands and forgotten. Except… that’s not quite true. Some of the scientists got to it. Told everyone else there was nothing left in it. But they kept a small lab going, inside it, running power lines from the town—there was a Plant that survived, and it was a geo plant. Years passed, and the Plant did eventually die, but the (lowercase p) plants that the scientists were able to clone and grow are kept going through hard work and whatever remnants of lost tech can be found. My SI is one of the new generation of scientists (yes, the scientist’s SI is also a scientist, who would’ve guessed) who are allowed to know about and work in the lab—it’s a closely guarded secret, because if outsiders were to know… well, everything would be looted and sold, the plants would all die, and what little biodiversity they’ve managed to support would be lost forever. Obviously, they’re trying to create arable land to grow and spread the plants from, but that’s easier said than done in a town where water is strictly rationed.

There are rumors that there are other ships where seeds survived the fall; maybe not even known to the inhabitants of the towns that sprang up around them—and my SI’s dream is to look for them. They believe that this planet can still be terraformed, that they’ll be the one to clone and distribute different kinds of seeds; that, working together, everyone is going to be able to fill this world with green—and with flowers.

It’s outside the lab that they meet Vash, who knew there was something that this town was hiding, and thought that it had to do with the Plants. After some shenanigans with some bandits who had also been searching for whatever secret this town was hiding, Vash ends up finding out about the lab, and is… well, happy that there’s something good going on for once. His hope for humanity is a little bit buoyed. And, of course, my SI falls for him quickly. They’ve been able to grow some flowers in the lab, and my SI keeps some pressed ones, makes little trinkets out of their favorites. Vash seems enamored with the geraniums, so they give him one. He immediately likes them, too—which means he has to leave. They don’t think they’re ever going to see him again, and they’re sad to see him go.

Fast forward a while—a few years, probably—and my SI has (because of their run-in with Vash) decided to travel in search of ships that still have seeds. They’re trying to sneak around, to get access to whatever there is left of the gutted ship (which is mostly just the surviving Plants, like most places) when they see a tall blond in a red coat. He doesn’t exactly blend in. They go after him, and he remembers them. They get caught up in the shenanigans that follow Vash everywhere he goes, but they do manage to get into the ship, thanks to him, and they do find seeds hidden away that they hope will maybe be able to grow. So they cement themself to his side, because he can clearly help them get into more ships. He has a knack for it! Where’d he learn to do that, anyway? They both catch feelings quickly, and *hand waves* canon ensues. It’s obviously a very long time before either of them confesses their love, because of. Y’know. Vash’s guilt and martyr complex, and because my SI isn’t necessarily a confident person—they’re sure they’ll lose Vash as a friend if they ever told him how they feel. (They’re me. They’ve got anxiety.) so it’s just this long term mutual pining situation where they’re both super obvious to everyone else around them, while somehow managing to be oblivious to each other.

Side note: if you ever see me with an SI situation where it’s NOT long term mutual pining, you’ll know I’ve died and someone has taken over my identity.

Eventually, though, their feelings can’t be kept secret anymore, and my SI confesses. Vash feels the same. Aaaand there’s lots of crying and sex. And vash struggles with so much guilt and trauma, but he has their love. And together they can do anything 🥰🥰🥰

And They Lived Happily Ever After. The End. 🤣🤣

HBDEJFBJF ANYWAY THAT WAS REALLY LONG SORRY.

In conclusion:

[the-night-that-feeds-if]

Captain Ward flash fiction!

Captain Elor Ward. (Enby Ward)

[372 words]

It is as it always is. Another day, another body, waste upon waste.

Elor takes a drag from their cigarette, the stench of Vellfre clinging to their clothes. They stare at the body at their feet, some kid from some dirt village, not likely to be missed.

They keep sending these fucking kids here, raising them to die.

It's sick.

Elor shakes their head, a numbness coursing through their body.

"Auggen, bury this kid with the others. Give them the same treatment."

A small man steps into the room, dressed in layers typical to the profession.

"Aye, Captain. I'll get Sef in here to take care of them. We… We uh, found this on the body." He holds out a small stone.

Elor steps forward to grab it.

"Is this what I think it is?"

"'Fraid so."

"A fucking mem-stone. At least we'll get some information finally. Leave me, come back later for the kid."

Auggen salutes Elor, then leaves, shutting the door after him.

They stare at the dark green stone. It's small and slimmer than their thumb. Elor walks deeper into their quarters. They head to their desk and rummage through a few drawers before finding it.

A contraption made for discreetly reading mem-stones without alerting the enchanter who made it. An incredibly useful piece of magi-tech.

Taking another few heavy drags, Elor tamps the cigarette and sets the butt into an ashtray.

They carefully slide the stone into a slot, twisting a few knobs, and lock it into place. They then press their palm down, igniting a blue flame that encases the stone.

A voice starts blurting out words in the Stratin language. Elor tsks, only understanding a few words out of the whole.

"….kill them…boy…master…power source…Voidship…not fail me…death…Skratesh…"

Fuckers.

Skratesh is the capital of Strata. There are too many powers at work--it could be any big-league assholes there. Elor tugs on their curls absently.

They can do nothing right now. They'll send the boy off to the afterlife, get raging drunk, shoot some targets, and then ship maintenance.

Please forgive me for choosing myself over all of you.

Elor cups their hands over their face, the light fading from the mechanism.

Forgive me.

[hiseternalmayfly]

Anons in my ask box like why did you reblog another vash ship

As if Sef and Vash aren't the cutest and um im at their wedding

[coralcalypso]

Fish thoughts time

i had some of this typed up already on discord but never posted it on Tumblr. It’s rough but has a lot of my vibes down

I like to divide the character (or concept of the character) of )(IC between different eras

)(IC during the ancestor Era,

)(IC as a spacefarer

)(IC Post Vast Glub,

)(IC under Lord English (and differences between earth a and b)

So on Alternia/Ancestor era she was a lot more hands on about ruling on the home world, probably did a bit more overseeing of policy instead of leaving EVERYTHING to the clowns and nobility.

I imagine that Alternia was probably at a more stable point pre Rebellion than it is post Rebellion because it is not being ruled by a bunch of children, but similarly she is still probably focused on more overarching goals for the Empire

(for Sef I like having it so before she became Empress that Alternia was already a bit more involved in Astropolitics so there are aliens and other factors out there that influence her policy making decisions).

post summoner's rebellion, i imagine that she realized that if something like that happened on the homeworld again there would be nonzero risks that it could threaten the survival of the species. So we get to the Spacefarer era. and at that point space travel and helmsmen are more of a common thing so here starts the era of cosmic expansionism

while in space i actually think she had a relatively decent with the crew of her ship, probably sans the helmsman but i think over the hundreds of sweeps it is at least not violent at each turn. It’s still a fucked up situation, but i think that you can’t really spend hundreds of sweeps around the same group of people without having to learn to deal with each other.

ruling with violence and hatred all the time doesn't really work and i think she is smart enough to know when to apply a softer hand when it comes to her own personal matters, so she isnt going to stab the person who missed a shot during a space battle willynilly or anything.

And i think the longer she is in space, the more detached she feels from actually having to rule directly and more of the administrative side is deferred and she only has to sign off on things here and there. So you see the decline in management of the homeplanet over time (Aside from just being ruled by children, there aren't any fleet members in the same star system anymore)

So she is more of an distant ruler with a bunch of chancellors who manage the different parts of the empire, which has its own issues obviously but realistically 1 person cannot manage everything like that (See clowns running land administration)

She is still the direct absolute monarch but i think that there is still a point to be made about how she kinda ended up being mythologized and was more of a figurehead in the distance than a personally involved ruler during canon

post Vast Glub she is the only troll alive in the universe and spends hundreds of sweeps going through space alone.

I imagine that probably had a significant impact on her emotionally and mentally, especially since the first troll she sees in literal centuries she has to fight to the death then ends up getting swooped into lord english’s service

(I have a whole thing in mind regarding the Handmaid and her, their parallels, and the nature of their servitude towards LE and how both of them were able to fully detach from him through death. And the question of where do nonplayers go when they die and a lot of ideas. That's another concept inspired by my RGU feelings)

I think that by the time we meet her in canon, she's desperate, somewhat depressive, but still determined to get out of her fate

from dirk's dialogue she did try to create new trolls but anything close got killed by the mimicry of her lusus, she performed experiments on herself to become stronger (all psionics any %), she plotted against lord english but she was only able to be released from service in the same way the handmaid was

I think she is still terrible as a person and even if she was in a scenario where everything was manipulated to be that way (shout out to doc scratch), she still could have been better

With Sef and with how i interpret )(IC, i think she also is very duty oriented with how she ruled Alternia. Needs of the many over the few, hyper conscious about the empire’s united front and how any form of internal struggle could be taken advantage of by enemies, her personal feelings and preferences don’t matter if they would set the empire back in strength, etc

i think that she did care and cared a lot, but after everything she was a husk of who she once was after realizing her life has been manipulated to become a pawn for lord English and her attempts at rebellion costed humanity in the earth b timeline and she once again doomed an entire species with her actions.

i think that the parallels between her and the handmaid are really interesting and that both of them are figures who never got to know what they could be without someone manipulating their lives (Gl’bgoylb was a gift from Doc Scratch and the whole psychic bond thing, the Handmaid appearing in different points in time as the Demoness to sow chaos and dissent, Handmaid being taken in by Scratch and raised to be a tool, etc)