#splinter sister. rachael

[townofcadence]

A bunch of others' OCs as Chibis!! I used bases by Cosmind! Thank you all for being here, you guys are amazing and i'm so grateful to interact with you!! And thank you for liking or reply to the post to get one lol.

If you like yours and want a bigger version just hit me up! i have them all with white borders and bigger sizes like stickers in my art program :3

[townofcadence]

"Ah...." Artair rubbed at his neck. "That's.... fair. To be complicated." And she was likely right. There really wasn't much he could do to make a situation like that any better. It wasn't one that got better. And if her family chose to leave her behind........

He feels a prickling along his spine. He swallows and tries to keep himself from the heat there at the notion. Rachael deserved to explain what she wanted, and if he got angry on her behalf, he might become a source of stress she had to calm down. Simmer but don't boil over. Easier said than done, but the silence gave him time to do so, as they made their way into the place. Leaves crunched underfoot now, interspersing the browned pine-straw.

"I'm sorry. I mean--- I know it's an empty word, kinda. A hundred 'sorry's don't....fix it. But.... I get it. That's what I mean. I know what it's like to just ... lose something. From dying or just... losing something or someone you always thought was going to be a part of your life. That feeling when it's gone and you just have to someone keep going, because there's no choice. And.... I wish you didn't have to go through that."

His assistance is accepted to get out the rest of the way. Thick mud caked up the sides of her boots and would gather more material as they walked through the pines. "I don't.... I dunno if it'll help." She kept her eyes to the ground, still feeling shameful.

"I don't talk about my folks a lot as it is. It's harder now that they're gone." That was a good start for a small confession. Having Artair to bounce some of this off of didn't make it easier to talk about, but it did open up a flow so she could start to. She didn't like how it felt like talking to a priest through a confessional booth.

"Yew remember at Honeys party when I asked yew if yer parents were still alive? I shoulda asked if they were still around instead. We both would be answerin' No fer that now."

[drivinmeinsane]

Would you wanna expand on Anna and K being siblings in all ways that matter? I agree, I'd just like to hesr your thoughts on the matter too :]

Oh man, you've opened a can of worms. 👀 Here's some of my rambling threads of thoughts complete with my mauled digital copy of the script and screencaps galore.

Spoilers for Blade Runner 2049 under the cut.

From the moment Ana is introduced, even before we meet her face to face, she is a mirror of K. They are copies of one another. Two people can't have the exact same genetic code, but the closest one can get is twins. They shared their defining memory and splintered off later in life as siblings do.

There was always meant to be two of them. The files say that one died from an illness and the other lived. We find out that Ana was stuck on-world from an illness that she developed. Only, she didn't die. She was left behind and abandoned to work for Wallace and other corporations needing her memory making services. Ana is the real girl and K is her ghost.

A life of freedom as long as it's behind glass. K has the same as long as he obeys the rigid system that keeps him tethered. Neither are truly living. It's escapism. They both dream of realities where they are loved. By illegally putting her memory into K, Ana created a family member. He's her copy—a sibling, a twin—someone who shared her life experience and could relate. Two children, protecting the only item they have left from a father who they had never met. As one, they had stowed it away in a furnace and enduring being beaten. They lived this. Together. Ana's last name of Stelline. Little stars. It beings to mind the Gemini zodiac sign. The twins. Castor and Pollux and their horses. K was the invisible companion of Ana, an unborn ghost. Maybe she imagined him when things got too dismal. Maybe she thought about having a brother or a sister. When the time came, she offered up the memory to the Wallace corporation so the burden of that childhood could be shared, understood. A sibling made reality. A ghost was made solid, living flesh. Who would have thought that replicant would come looking? Who would have thought Officer K would break every shred of genetic modification and careful conditioning to find her, his sister, while searching for answers because he cared, because he was part of Ana's scattered family and didn't know it.

Again, they mirror each other. In the same moment that Ana is looking at the snow falling on her hand, K is doing the same. Even in the end, they are connected. Left hand and right hand—two parts of a whole.

No one had ever come for K. He makes sure someone comes for Ana. He knows what it's like to want family so badly that your very bones ache, that you would kill another one of your kind for the first time for it. He found their father and brought him home. He was a good brother, a good son.

There is a void over Ana's right shoulder where K should be. Her ghost—her copy—has died even if she does not know it yet. His death in a roundabout way fulfills the prophecy of the DNA database findings. Two siblings, a boy and a girl. One dies. He haunted her before his inception and he haunts her still after his body is found on the stairs of the upgrade center. If only she had spoken up. If only K had told Deckard the truth. If only there had been another way to love someone without remaining a stranger.

At the risk of sounding like a broken record because I've honestly lost count of how many times I've said this, I genuinely believe Deckard would have shrugged and accepted the fact that he and Rachael had had two kids.

I think the three of them could have been happy together, but Blade Runner 2049 is a modern Greek tragedy seeped in the lore from thousands of years ago. There are no joyous endings here.

[foxedthecards]

"Ay, magician. Ya got any card tricks?"

@splinter-sister

" Mm, on the street like this...yeah I got one! It's a simple one. " He pulls out the deck for Rachael and starts with a Hindu shuffle as he goes into his patter:

" Alright so you'll pick a card, any card at random here you go..." The deck flowers out as he offers it to Rachael to let her pick one. " Show me what you have. "

[as-above-rp]

speaking of Tommy -- I finished his visual ref! His bio will be coming out as soon as i get the time and motivation to write it lol

Even though his bio isn't up just yet, I will take asks and prompts directed at him!

But in the mean time, have some trivia about him under the cut until i get that page up and running~

His name is Thomas, but he goes by Tommy

5'9" (175cm)

He was born and raised in the Human Kingdom's equivalent of Appalachia (north eastern US)

He's got a reputation for being a flirt and a homewrecker, but he doesn't go out of his way to hit on women in relationships. Admittedly, he enjoys the flirting and the chase more than being in a relationship or intimacy itself.

He enrolled in the military (Army) right out of high school, but only served for two years when he was discharged for bad conduct

After that he traveled to take on odd jobs. He mostly stuck to construction or arborist jobs, places that he could climb and watch people from up high, like a perch.

The real reason for traveling across the kingdom is so he isn't caught for his uhh, unsavory and morally grey extracurricular activities. The kind that may or may not entail leaving bodies strung up in trees.

He's new specialist working for Mack ( @save-slot-a ) - his area of expertise is infiltration, espionage, ropes and climbing, and hand-to-hand combat

He met Rachael ( @splinter-sister ) after a very unusual circumstance of being out to kill the same man. They're still arguing over who "had dibs" on killing the guy and/or the body

He met Mack after picking the WRONG truck to try and steal from a city parking lot

He has an uncanny knack for going unnoticed. Most people tend to pay him no mind or overlook him, presumably by how he looks and dresses. But he has a keen eye and ears, and takes advantage of people overlooking him to observe and gather information he can use against them later

He's really good at climbing, too. Good enough that he can lift himself and additional dead weight straight up a tree with him without being encumbered

I got the idea for him while listening to this song. I wanted a character that embodied "stray tomcat blues", and Tommy is what came of that!

[townofcadence]

AWWWWWW D this is the fucking cutest!!!! I love all the little details and all the muses he's made friends with in the last year being there!!! What a special surprise for Artair's birthday and mine, you went wild with everything and it is gorgeous!!!! I'm saving it to look at forever!!!

Didn't finish exactly on time, but better late than never!!! Ehehehe, Artair & Friends!

Featuring: @save-slot-a / @as-above-rp / @splinter-sister / @foxedthecards / @dragonskxn / @eyesofcuriosity / @carouselofmusess / @townofcadence / @ssnowbunnii / @deepbluececil

[mouthymercx0x0]

@splinter-sister

"Body shots?" Rachael looks at him laying down, shirt off.

"OOOH MY GOD YES." He is now racing over to her with great joy in his heart.

[save-slot-a]

I thought this doodle of Rachael (Slot A) was so dingdang cute I had to give her color! What a FUCKING BABE!!!

@splinter-sister

[xxlordalexanderxx]

💗 I believe Alexander and Rachael could be pals.

@splinter-sister

Send 💗 if you are willing to ship our muses platonically. Send ❤ if you are willing to ship our muses romantically. Send ✖ if you are willing to hateship our muses

⭐| Oh most def, from what little interactions they have had Alexander def vibes with Racheal, esp since they are familiar with James and Hannah already. 👍

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

The readheaded behemoth simply shrugged - facial expressions he normally would show off would not appear on his rather skeletal face in this form, after all - and casually punches a clawed thumb into the top of the keg twice, once on either side, before grabbing a mug from somewhere on the nearby countertops and filling it with some kind of spiced rum... heavily aromatic but something strong enough that she could smell it as he poured all the same...

"A pleasure to meet you then, Rachael. And... hrmn. Let me put it this way... my strongest drink is too strong for you unless you literally have the blessing - or the spleen or liver - of Dionysus himself. My strongest is meant only for those who want to get drunk but cannot by other means... but I have plenty that will still be amazing without potentially killing you. Here, my personal blend of spiced rum; if you would like, it is yours to have and enjoy."

The mug is gently offered for her to take as he smiled(?) and stretched his wings a little behind him... damn things felt cramped in the place, and some part of him just wanted to let loose and fly while he was still looking like this.

"I wouldn't call myself a connoisseur per say, but I've been around the glass rim of a pint more than once! What is it, 40% proof or somethin'? Moonshine level strong? Surprise me with her smoothest concoction." Something that could possibly hold up to Butch's own special brew, perhaps.

His finesse was applauded. Making a keg appear out of nowhere. He likes to show off, she notes to herself. That's easy to work with!

"Th' legal name that's on my birth certificate is Rachael, by th' way."

[risingshine]

@splinter-sister

Rachael is too many drinks in and is speechless. She looks her up and down with a tilt of her head. Leaning a little too far to the side, she stumbles a step or two to stop herself from falling. Looking her back in the face, she blurts out-

"MA'AM WHERE ARE YER KNICKERS?" A delayed response.

The massive kami would press a warm paw against her face as she almost fell over, gently righting her up.

"Hm? Oh - that wouldn't fit anymore, ne? Plus, it ain't like ya can see nothing! Unless ya wanna~" She's already inta the teasing. "Are ya doing alright tha? That questiont ook ya like, 3 minutes-"

[townofcadence]

"&" Rachael tracing one of the fingers on the hand print scar around his neck. @splinter-sister

Tracing a Scar

The collar never came off in front of others, for good reason. It didn't cover everything, but the worst of it stayed hidden beneath the black band of fabric. But still, the longer everything moved on and no one asked, the easier it was to.....forget. Forget that anyone could see it at all. Convince himself he hid it well. The rest of his outfit was fairly strategically placed, maybe the choker did a better job than he thought.

So when he's reading, has the book in his hands and is leaned back in the chair, its such a shock to feel a feathery brush against raised, mottled skin. To feel that index trace the burn, one of the finger shaped scars permanently marring his neck in a spider-webbed pattern of flesh. He shivers and reacts more on instinct than thought, hand snatching the wrist of the source, at a speed he hardly registers. It was a blink, between the book on his lap and his focus fully devoted, and then holding Rachael's wrist and him staring with wide eyes.

A beat passes and he releases her. The current in his head is whipping up into a flurry. "Ah.....sorry. Surprised me, sorry. My neck, it uh....it's okay. Sorry. You're not-- I'm not upset, you're okay it's okay I--" He floundered, pausing a moment to collect himself before his thoughts ran even faster.

A breath in, one long one out. Once more.

".....Sorry. Just... no ones' really-- touched it. Surprised me. I didn't grab you too hard, right...? Sorry about that." He looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck and tangling his fingers at the scalp for a tug.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

CON. // @splinter-sister

The piglet pauses the moment she hears someone call out, turns to look at Rachael with the fabric hanging from her mouth, and gives a half squeal as if to tell the redhead hello before continuing on her way.

Once she’s over to the pile, she drops the pants and begins nudging it as close to the pile as she can in order to compact the spot before climbing into what has seemingly become a small mountain of a collection of laundry. She walks in circles before plopping down in the pile and burrowing herself into an oversized shirt. It’s not very effective at hiding her because her bottom half including that curly little tail is sticking out.

[townofcadence]

Bishop you make such pretty lines! Thank you for letting me color them for funsies :3

@bloodlustiing @townofcadence

[as-above-is-moving]

“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?” From Rach to Kairi. [Slot A]

@splinter-sister

"Huh?"

Kairi looked back up from her notes at Rachael. She had to think for a second to recall what she had said before that...oh, right--she'd worked through her lunch again. Kairi blinked shaking her head and turning back to her noyes.

"Oh, uh...yeah, I guess. I'm fine." Kairi dismissed Rachael's concerns flippantly. She wasn't really paying much attention, engrossed in her notes and the computer screen in front of her showing recent observations from her latest project. Hyperfocus had a death grip on her.

[the-smallest-star]

"Hey, Hannah. Is trick-or-treatin' a thing in the kingdom y'all live in now?"

@splinter-sister

"RACHAEL!!" Forget proper decorum, she's LAUNCHING herself at her old friend and cuddling the fuck out of them, "I missed you! And no, I don't think it is. How are you?"