#the force unleashed rp

[bluemantics]

here’s a list of all my fics! i won’t be able to post and reblog much since I’m traveling the next week and a half, so I’ll compile all my works here in the meantime :-)

will also update this list as i write more!

klance:

midnight snacks don't exist in space

G | 1.7K | RP/BP dynamics

There are no rules about eating at 3:00 AM if you're in the far reaches of the universe.

In a bright kitchen while the team is asleep, Lance and Keith find each other, as they always do.

Why We Fight

T | 5.7K | truth-telling au

With the Rebels in need of resources, the team ventures to a planet known for its raw materials in hope that they'll join the coalition. Here's the thing: they need to prove that they can be trusted by telling the truth about why they fight.

Lance finds this more difficult to voice than the others. Unfortunately (thankfully), Keith has returned from the Blade and is more than willing to listen.

"This is bigger than any of us alone."

A Keith By Any Other Name

T | 8.2K | coffee shop rom-com AU

Lance McClain was dared to hit on Keith. Keith thought that’d be the first and last time they’d meet. However, Lance keeps coming back, charming Keith with his jokes and charisma.

Here’s the catch: Keith refuses to tell Lance his real name.

“I’m not telling you my name unless you order and move on.” Keith pointed to the register screen.

“Alright, I’ll do a cappuccino.” Lance pulled out his wallet from his jacket pocket and slid his card over to Keith. “Now will you tell me your name?”

“My name is Yorak.” Keith passed the card back to Lance, who looked shocked at that answer, his eyebrows raised to his hairline. Keith was beginning to realize how dramatic Lance could be.

“Really?!” Lance demanded. He looked pityingly at Keith, and irritation welled up in his gut.

“No!” Keith rolled his eyes.

“You’re the worst,” Lance huffed.

a billion light years from here

T | 8.5K | post-canon fix-it

Keith and Lance reconnect over letters. Through their writing, Keith learns to open up, and Lance learns what a home is.

"For all the game I talked on the castleship about missing home, now that I’m back on my family farm, I kind of feel like there’s something missing. Like, even surrounded by all of the juniberry flowers Allura gave us, and even with my parents, I still feel lonely. Or restless."

Or: A post s-8 fix-it AU told entirely through letters between Lance and Keith, both sent and unsent.

out of my head

G | 1.2K | high school au

Keith didn’t even want to watch the spring musical auditions. Forced by Pidge to accompany them, he finds himself surprised at the talent of a particular actor. He also finds himself surprised by his own response. 

OR:

Lance is ridiculously good at singing and Keith is a lovable, impulsive jock.

baptism by fire

T | 1.5K | canon-compliant angst

Prompt: write a private scene between two characters with no dialogue, of just them two alone.

Lance just witnessed the unthinkable. Keith offers his company in wake of the tragedy.

kiribaku:

unstoppably, immovably, unbreakably you

G | 651 | canon-compliant

A character study.

An unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

Katsuki Bakugou’s hand implodes against Eijirou Kirishima’s arm; a flurry of sparks surround them with a sound that rings between his skull.

This is something he knows how to do well. With every blow that Katsuki unleashes, he feels Kirishima retaliate with more, responding like a dance to his every movement. Katsuki is a fine-tuned instrument of destruction, every muscle on his body worked with the intention of winning.

as always please let me know what u think thru asks & comments on ao3!! ill answer asks between travel, but im going to frequently be in spotty service.

[unboundpower]

I haven't talked about it in depth here yet, because I know I'll likely never get to rp it out with a Beerus blog, but......Amita beefing with Beerus becomes a big part of her story further along its timeline into DBS. It ties into how Vegito gets to become Whis' student as well.

To start off, the way the Battle of Gods happens in my AU is different. Instead of Beerus getting the prophecy from the Oracle Fish of the Super Saiyan God, it's a prophecy of "a mortal having power beyond a Destroyer" living on Earth. Beerus and Whis go to talk with King Kai, who tells them about Vegito. He's of course assumed to be that person in the prophecy, so the two head to Earth next so Beerus can pick a fight with him. He, and Amita, are on a cruise ship to be a part of Bulma's birthday party. King Kai warns Vegito in advance of Beerus' arrival, but he's not worried.

Naturally Vegito accepts the challenge, and the two duke it out. Beerus does start overwhelming Vegito (because this is EoZ and not his DBS self so he is a lot weaker), which in turn, starts making Amita stress tf out. As the battle goes on, and Vegito gets more and more injured despite going SS3, she starts having a panic attack. When Beerus is about apparently kill him, she snaps.

She unconsciously taps into her own latent power, power unknown to her as it's been passed down in her kin for generations from their ancestors - who had been gifted the essence of their Eternal Dragon in the distant past. Amita gets involved with the battle then, and frankly starts knocking Beerus around like he's a ball. As it turns out, the prophecy was talking about her, not Vegito.

Beerus unleashes more of his power, but hers continues to climb without a ceiling to be seen, so he still gets overwhelmed. After he gets knocked right down into the lower levels of the cruise ship, and it looks like she's preparing a blast to kill him (and destroy the ship in the process), Vegito realizes that she's entered this enraged state specifically because she's extremely protective of him. He steps in to calm her down, and her transformation wears off.

Beerus is pissed. He flies up to stand before the two of them, roughed up and even bleeding. Vegito and Amita think he's going to keep fighting, especially once he calls Whis up to him, but that's not actually the case. Beerus identifies that Amita naturally possesses God Ki and has no idea on how to control it, yet she managed to injure him, which he finds infuriating. He forms the plan then and there for she to become Whis' student, so she can learn to master her power and they could have a proper rematch in the future - where Beerus is committed to making her pay for drawing his blood.

She of course doesn't want this, but Earth's destruction is guaranteed if she refuses. She thinks on her feet, demanding that Vegito become Whis' student too, otherwise she ain't doing it. Beerus doesn't care, and Whis welcomes him. It's agreed upon that Whis will come back to Earth the next day about this time to fetch the two of them, so their training can begin right away. The two deities take their leave.

After Battle of Gods is said and done, Whis mentors both Vegito and Amita. Vegito's genuinely pumped about it, but Amita is so annoyed, since she's being forced to go along with Beerus' whim. Vegito points out that she should quit her job, since it'll just get in the way of this, but they thankfully have plenty of savings to fall back on. She for sure makes her intense dislike of Beerus clear whenever they interact, and the god isn't fond of her at all either, so. Things are highkey toxic between the two of them.

It gets even worse when, curious about the power she has, Amita chooses to go back to her village for the first time in decades to try and get answers. She'll eventually learn that Beerus is responsible for destroying her kin's homeworld millennia ago, and why their ancestors received the power of their Eternal Dragon in the first place (to escape the planet's destruction and travel to Earth).

Beerus basically becomes Amita's archenemy & one-sided rival, which amuses me so much. This cat man deity beefing with a mortal woman that he can't kill because it'd be a waste of her potential & his pride would never recover from the smack down she laid on it, so he has to put up with her continued disrespect towards him. Amita has to comply with his order to keep Earth safe since Vegito's weaker than him and she can't reliably channel her power yet, but her anger and hatred makes her keep playing with fire. Comedy all around.

Again, I don't expect any Beerus rpers to humor me with this, so I won't bring it up to any. It's just fun stuff for me to think about (and write out in fics).

But uhhh if any Beerus rpers would like to do stuff in this AU, please feel free to hit me up..... 👀

[frenchtantan]

Theories about CPV2

I wanna talk about q!Etoiles' mission to the Nether for a bit. More specifically about the two opposed theories I have.

First off, something we can mostly agree is that the Code is scared of q!Etoiles. It faced him several times in the past, all of which ended with our favorite French Cucumber's victory, so much so that the last time it was forced to flee. Even now with the sword, it realized that killing him would be next to impossible. So, what to do about him?

Trap him in the Nether. In this scenario, the Code has no idea about the existence of the shield. It made q!Etoiles follow it into an active Nether portal, knowing he wouldn't resist, and then closed the door behind him. I watched the VOD, q!Etoiles misremembered, the Code wasn't in the Nether with him. It didn't drop the image frame with the shield schematics and coordinates, it was an invisible admin. The code has dropped items before while visible, so what gives? Moreso, the portal he went through is in an old structure. Someone built it before, and maybe it is one of the few known stable Nether portal (remember, q!Forever's portal was deemed "unstable"). Since people went through it in the past, they must've left clues, and the admin dropping those schematics might've been a meta way to say "q!Etoiles stumbled upon forgotten schematics when he arrived in the Nether". q!Etoiles is smart, but his specialty is game mechanics strategy (and culture), not mystery solving. Case in point, the "enigma" he faced while in the fortress was not hard per se (find keycard), and he still struggled. Again, I'm not saying he's dumb, people often forget that intelligence manifests in many different ways, and this just isn't his. We know the admins are adapting the difficulty based on the player involved, hence why Forever's Nether event wasn't too hard monster-wise: the players there were not strong enough. So in this scenario, the enigma was "easy" for RP reasons, and the Code had nothing to do with the shield. q!Etoiles just went through an existing doorway, found clues left by those who crossed it before him, which lead him to the shield. Unbeknownst to the Code, he then found a way out, where the Code was waiting for him just in case, however this time the Code was even more outmatched. This option has one major problem however: if CPV1 was so dangerous, how can we be sure CPV2 doesn't have the same flaw? Whatever intense trial CPV1 went through, it ended with its "remains" destroyed, which means despite its infinite durability, the experiment led to its partial destruction. The book says there were schematics for subsequent iterations (which includes CPV2 I'm assuming), and those were destroyed too "as per protocol", but nothing is said about getting rid of the iterations themselves. This means that the unprecedented events from the intense trial weren't worth even the destruction of presumably dangerous items, so they had to hide it. This also means those events might happen again now. Hence, my second theory:

The Code wanted q!Etoiles to find the shield. From the very beginning there has been clues that the code might be a mistake, an experiment from the Federation gone wrong. What if CPV1 is what created the Code? What if the intense trial led not just to the shield being destroyed, but to the creation of the Code? That would be why they didn't re-execute the trials, because it would unleash another monster. And who better than the hot-headed, dungeon-cleaner q!Etoiles to reproduce the conditions of that intense trial? Worse, what if the unprecedented event didn't just create the Code, but turn the user into it. Etoiles wanted a villain arc, what if it involves him becoming a Code Entity? That would be an excellent way for the Code to deal with its "q!Etoiles problem" imo.

Whatever the case may be, whether it was the Code's objective or not, I believe the intense conditions of the trial will be met once again due to q!Etoiles' behavior. Time will tell what this will unleash.

[fandom-gt]

COMMISSION TYPE: 1 hour of personalized roleplay PRICE: 30 FANDOM: Hannibal CHARACTERS: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”I'd like to do a Hannibal/Will roleplay if possible. Giant Will taking his revenge on a tiny Hannibal. Since Hannibal has brought him so much pain, it's only right that he should have to give him pleasure as well, now that he's small enough that Will is the one completely in control for once. Could feature Will jacking off and stimulating himself with Hannibal, leading to cock vore with Will taunting that he's just keeping Hannibal as safe as Hannibal always kept him, sending killers after him.

(I'm fine with it being posted on the blog—I generally prefer discord rp if possible.��� WARNINGS: nsfw

-——

fandom-gt — Once upon a time, Will Graham was not a violent man. It isn't necessarily an endearing attribute -- part of what got him benched from his time as a cop was his inability to pull the trigger in the field.

Things change. As with much in Will's life, Hannibal is largely to blame for this change. Hannibal changed him.

Once upon a time, staring down at the tiny figure that he'd once thought of as a friend, his first instinct might have been protect. To shelter, to aid, to assist. Now, staring dispassionately down from what must look like a mile high to that tiny little face, something distinctly other stirs in Will's gut. His first instinct instead is a deep, profound sense of satisfaction -- and a much darker sense of delight.

He lowers himself slowly into a squat, not that it does terribly much to make him smaller from Hannibal's perspective, but at least he can make out those tiny features a little better when he says (with no small measure of amusement), "Well. This is a predicament."

commissioner — Hannibal's usually impassive face is even harder to read when he is hardly as tall as Will's palm, but Will has learned how to decipher every microexpression during their time together. Hannibal takes up a disproportionate amount of space in his mind—even more so now, considering. Regardless, Hannibal's displeasure is obvious. "We need to solve this quickly, William. Being this size certainly can't be safe."

Will merely chuckles. Hannibal seems to be under the impression that he'll be getting assistance. That couldn't be further from the truth.

Still, he can give Hannibal a hand. He scoops his former friend up, bringing him to eye level. "Unsafe, did you say? When are we ever safe around one another?"

fandom-gt — Will's fingers, to Hannibal, are immense. Trees, columns, Roman pillars straight from the colosseum. For a man who so frequently compares himself to God, he cannot deny that of the two of them, Will more closely fits the visage now. It's unusual for him to feel certain emotions -- too composed, too much self-control, too methodical in his planning. His mind works too quickly for him to feel such undignified things as fear.

But then, never before has he been towered over with such immense and biblical power. To his own credit, he quells the lizard-brain impulse to run, but only just. He forces himself to remain stoic, to remain still, as that enormous hand reaches from on high and seizes him effortlessly, hoisting his entire body up story after story after story, taller than the Chrysler building, before eyes that have always stared too deeply and too knowingly into his own.

He can see things clearly at normal size. Can see through people's microexpressions and body language like reading a book. Now, Will's feelings are practically telegraphed by bullhorn directly into his mind, and he is not comforted by what he sees.

Hannibal's mind and his tongue are his greatest asset here, and so he remains as calm as possible when he answers, "Think about what you're doing, Will. Think about who you are. The choices you make next... could be definitive for you."

Although... he thinks, maybe part of him deep down might slightly relish seeing Will unleashed, at his full power. Just perhaps not on himself, though it would be poetically fitting.

commissioner — He's always wanted to see Will's becoming. For as long as he's had an understanding of Will's mind, Hannibal has wanted to be a part of it. The part of Will's victim had not been his intended role, however, and he can only hope that, whatever Will plans will be torturous rather than murderous.

Hannibal would deserve it if Will killed him. Will is tempted to end the Chesapeake Ripper once and for all simply by closing his fingers and squeezing. The power he holds in a single finger feels unfathomable compared to Hannibal's size, but he can resist. Killing Hannibal would be a momentary satisfaction.

He and Hannibal are connected, inseparable. It wouldn't do to end their game so easily. "I intend to make very definitive choices, Dr. Lecter. I can't promise that you'll like them, but they'll be definitive."

If they are playing a game, Hannibal has been downsized to the role of a toy rather than a proper player, and Will intends to treat him like one. Though Hannibal's habit of wearing a full suit at all times makes it difficult, it's a matter of moments for Will to remove his layers, stripping him down to his most rudimentary form.

fandom-gt — It's been years, decades, since Hannibal felt small. Not since his sister. Never, not once since those days, has he felt powerless. Until now, with the whorls of fingerprints bearing down on him, shedding easily a suit that costs more than some people's monthly salaries. He's as dignified as he can manage through the panic -- it's pointless to struggle, he knows. His energy will be better expended elsewhere, when his survival might be at stake, rather than just his clothing.

The suit jacket falls. The shirt follows. The pants. Soon, he's naked in air that would be cold, were it not for the body heat radiating from the palm he's perched on.

One of Will's fingers encroaches on his space, pushing him flat against that palm effortlessly. It touches down, dragging softly -- as soft as he can manage, given the callouses on his fingertips from boat motors and fishing hooks. Will is... carressing him. Touching him. Rubbing gently at the flaccid member between his legs without even realizing he's doing it, probably, just because his finger is so large on Hannibal's body.

And Will, being the empath that he is, knows the pleasure Hannibal once felt at being God. He understands it deeply now, too. It's compelling. It's arrousing, and several hundred feet below, heat beginns to stiffen him behind the confines of his slacks.

"All the pain you've caused me... the things you took from me." Alana, for examplee. "I think... maybe it's only fair you give a little of it back now, don't you? Balance, Doctor Lecter."

"Anything," Hannibal promises him, thinking Will means after his restoration to the right size. "However I can, Will. I'll make it right."

commissioner — "Of course you will. Quid pro quo, isn't that right? What you have done unto me, I will do unto you. It's rather kind of you to make it so easy for me. I never thought you would make things so easy." The clink of Will's belt buckle accentuates his statement, and Hannibal looks down, surprised to see Will making quick work of removing his pants. The emotion only becomes more pronounced when he sees the tent in the boxers which Will removes without any hesitation.

Hannibal has seen Will Graham in various states of dress, but he's never seen him naked. His first instinct is to reach out and touch, but size and distance make that impossible. He wouldn't want to touch at this size, even if he could. It is only exposure to this new element of Will that is drawing him in like a moth to a flame, not genuine sexual desire.

Not that he doesn't desire Will. But there is more between them than something base and carnal. More important things to consider than sexuality.

Will sees the aborted motion of Hannibal's hand and decides to make things easy on the good doctor, lowering him down and placing him on top of his shaft, immediately releasing him so that Hannibal will have to cling to his cock for dear life. "Make it right, then."

fandom-gt — What's happening here, Hannibal can admit, is something transcendent. He has too much ego, perhaps too much narcissism, to ever worship anyone but himself -- but if he were going to bow at any altar, if he had to, it would be Will's. Now, Will has taken away his choice. It isn't optional. He doesn't like it, but he does respect it.

Will is hard. Hard enough to provide plenty of surface area for Hannibal to cling to -- and he does have to cling, because not long after depositing him, Will's hands fall away and he begins to walk. The ground beneath Hannibal quakes and sways, and he grips out of sheer need to survive, to not fall from his place. Will's body is a mindless mountain that could end him without conscious thought, and all he's doing is walking toward the chaise lounge across Hannibal's office.

He sits, and the landscape sits with him. Hannibal can't deny the relief of his fall being reduced to yards instead of a mile, as Will sprawls comfortably, arms outstretched along the back of the sofa, staring down at Hannibal expectantly.

There's only one thing for it. He begins to work, unsteadily climbing the cock he's been clinging to for desperate support. As he reaches the head, a pearl of precum beads and begins to descend, streaking rapidly toward him. "Will-" he pleads, only to be cut off as it drips over his face, his body, rudely and filthily silencing him. Will does not see fit to save him, and far above, his lips twitch into a smirk. (edited)

commissioner — "You said you would do anything, didn't you? I should certainly think that bringing me a moment of pleasure falls under that umbrella quite easily. Unless you don't think you can handle it, of course." Challenging Hannibal's pride is always a solid path to victory. It works when they need to bait the Ripper and it works when Will wants Hannibal to rise to the intellectual challenge of their conversations. As the Ripper, Hannibal normally has the upper hand, taking the bait while leaving the hook behind, not harming himself in the process, but Will thinks he might be able to hook Hannibal this time. He's been a patient fisherman, after all.

Ever so slowly, Hannibal starts to rub his hands across the head of Will's cock, spreading the precome across its surface as he does his best to provide some semblance of stimulation.

Let it not be said that Will is an unkind god, as when his cock twitches from the pleasure and threatens to buck Hannibal off, Will lowers a hand to keep him in place. Holding Hannibal, however, gives Will an idea. The man has been soaked in precome and feels decently slippery in Will's hand. Perhaps Will can use him more effectively than Hannibal can use himself.

Changing his grip, Will lowers Hannibal to the shaft, slowly starting to stroke his length with Hannibal as a delicious little toy, stimulating the vein as he moves.

fandom-gt — This is, truly, the ultimate degredation for Hannibal. That unflinching, unfaltering, unapologetic hand descends on him, plucking him from his careful perch and arranging him as Will sees fit. In this case, it's plastering him face-first against the malleable skin beneath the head of Will's cock, and then dragging him through the slick of his cum, grinding him into the unforgiving cartilage only barely softened by the skin wrapped over it.

It becomes apparent that Hannibal's safety is not necessarily at the top of Will's mind as his grip tightens, as his pace quickens. As the world begins to blur while Will chases his own pleasure using Hannibal's body, heedless of the pain and discomfort being done to him. It's only fair, isn't it? After all, Hannibal left Will's body bleeding and broken once, as far as Will's concerned this is much gentler than what he went through.

Hannibal should be grateful, Will thinks. He can feel that tiny body squirming against his nerves, the strength of his struggles, his weak protests that do nothing but add to his own pleasure, and his breath hitches at the flood. The rush of electricity, the coiling pressure in his pelvis.

A groan breaks through him, loud enough to rumble Hannibal's sensitive eardrums -- and then he's flooded by a torrential downpour, wave after wave of it, galons of the stuff washing over Hannibal like a tidal wave. Like every other elemental act of God that floods cities and swallows men.

Eventually, it's done -- and when it is, Hannibal does not have the audacity to hope this is the end of his torment. He's smart enough to know better.

"You know," mumbles Will, his voice hoarse and deafening and satisfied. "Part of you always wanted to consume me, and I think... maybe part of you thinks I should consume you now."

That, Hannibal thinks, truly would be a fitting end. To be swallowed. But Will... has always been his own man, no matter how much Hannibal ever hoped to predict him, and so he's brought hovering over the spent, slick, gaping hole of Will's cock.

"Maybe I will, but I'm also going to keep you safe. Keep you with me. Keep you alive." And his hand begins to lower. Hannibal feels his feet being swallowed and, all at once, understands exactly where Will means to keep him.

commissioner — It's poetic, in a way. Being consumed would be a fitting way to go, but of course Will would find a way to subvert that consummation of their eternal bond in much the same way that he always manages to subvert Hannibal's expectations.

Hannibal knows that struggling would be a feeble endeavor. He could bite and rip and tear at the lining of Will's cock, tearing it to shreds as he is submerged in the darkness, but it would serve no purpose. If he ever wants to be free, he must hope for mercy from Will, and that something that he has never deserved from Will Graham.

As Hannibal makes the path down his shaft, Will feels a profound sense of rightness. Locking Hannibal away where Will would never be able to see him again had always felt wrong, yet Will also couldn't allow him to run free. Truly, bringing Hannibal into himself, allowing Hannibal to see him at his most vulnerable while Will has him completely under his control, is the perfect way to put an end to the Chesapeake Ripper.

Will won't even need the thanks that he will never receive from Jack. Having Hannibal with him forever is more than reward enough.

[enigma-absolute]

Can I hear more about Maddox? What's his backstory like? Where does he fall on the timeline?

(if I'm sending too many asks, do forgive me!)

You’ve unleashed something in me and now I can’t shut up

To start us off, here’s my boy! This is his original character-defining spread in my sketchbook from early last year:

Here’s some more art of him, as a colour reference! And what’s this? MORE banger art of my boy????

And here’s a meme too!

Aside from this older character development challenge google doc providing a lot of his original foundations (including his original character submission sheet!), allow me. To expand on. The Lore.

I don’t think I can shut up greatly so I hope you’re ready for a big ol read under the cut!

So. Maddox is a rebel spy before and during the Rebel alliance in the Galaxy Far Far Away. Standard stuff for a 24-year-old right? WRONG

He’s actually an Australian, a Sunshine Coast local, from OUR earth in early 2023, swept up into something that took him back in time and far off into space (of course, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away) to have adventures and stuff like that. Adventures and all are just it, right?

WRONG.

AMNESIA BLAST UPON THIS BOY. GET DUNKED ON.

Joking aside, to quote the backstory portion in his original RP submission form, and even the addition directly from the document:

Maddox genuinely has no clue how he got here.

As in, how in sweet Force he ended up a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far far away from his own. His retrograde amnesia from a recent-ish rebel spy mission (involving hijacking and detonating an Imperial ship before escaping) has receded away enough for him to remember his life on his home country of Australia on Earth (and a rough knowledge of OT canon and even rougher knowledge of PT canon from that time), but a lot of things are still fuzzy.

He’s grateful he can remember quite a lot, including: his name and age, his past life and home, muscle-memory for espionage, how to catch on to flying several starships if given enough time, and even some previous missions. But whatever his amnesia is hiding from him, he hopes that the Force can help reveal it again… and maybe help him find a way back home. In the meantime, his goals for this galaxy are to continue his sick espionage job, find a way home, make some close friends and maybe, hopefully, call the Emperor a bitch to his face before he carks it during the events of ROTJ. Not all in that order specifically, but he’ll work on that.

Maddox specifically landed in the year 9BBY, roughly before the events of Kenobi were about to happen. He was picked up by and later joined Bail Organa’s Rebel Cell, as the Alliance wouldn’t have existed yet.

His fateful mission, subsequent amnesia and initial recovery occur at the tailend of Kenobi, leading him to re-meet a young Leia Organa when recovered by Bail’s rebels. Leia sneaks in a word to her dad, and Maddox is sent away for a week or two for some ‘minding’ with help of the Force. He later recalls the word ‘therapy’ to better describe his situation and tells the therapist there (who is also initially annoyed about this whole situation happening) that ‘minding’ is a stupid term and the galaxy should really get behind ‘therapy.’

(He won’t know this till later, but his therapist Ben also gained hope and healing through it too.)

Due to Force *~shenanigans~* and the still unremembered way as to how he came to the GFFA time from 2023 on earth, Maddox doesn’t really have a way back home and is physically stuck aging at 24 years old. And despite obviously being from Earth and thus having no midichlorians of his own, he is Force-sensitive after having an encounter with it while in spy training. That being said, he has a unique relationship with it where he can feel it more ‘talking’ to him than not, and is able to use it with study, self-teaching and meditation. However, he will NOT take a kyber crystal of his own. He may be a light-sider, but he doesn’t feel he deserves the title of Jedi.

We’ll get back to that in a bit.

His amnesia is (of kriffing course) courtesy of the Empire, under a top-secret, but now defunct and destroyed experiment called Project Lethe. This experiment had been self-contained in the star destroyer Calledania, but when a Rebel spy mission to break its secrecy had gone awry, Maddox had enough time to help set charges to blow it up before his capture and subsequent retrograde memory wipe.

You can imagine the horror he’d be going through, waking up after falling out of a bacta tank and coughing it out of his lungs, knowing NOTHING about himself or what’s going on. Then only arming himself with a scalpel and maybe a doctor’s medical ID before running out onto the main bridge to see that he’s in space (he really shouldn’t be), everything is chaos and falling apart (is he in a spaceship?) and he’s certainly feeling everything falling into a nearby planet’s orbit (these stars are NOT his own).

Of course, he managed to escape and started to recover his memory with the Force, but you’d have to ask him for the fuller story. And that’s if you can convince him to tell you all the details.

In terms of timeline and character relations, aside from entering and joining the early stages of rebellion prior to Kenobi’s events in 9BBY, he’s become a cool older ‘cousin’ friend of a sort with Princess Leia, especially since she was the one who knew his later-therapist Ben (Maddox nicholasnames him ‘Benny’) first. Bail has also been a mentor figure for Maddox before and after his amnesia - in terms of the growing rebellion, high-class etiquette and manners (which mostly consist of keeping an eye on Leia at fancy guest parties and learning from her). Not to say there’s no personal platonic fondness between them, it’s just that the professionalism has been more important for Maddox to get a grasp on his new life.

He’s also grateful for meeting and befriending friendlier folks in the GFFA, such as freeman Clone Troopers Juggernaut and Jorts (OCs in the first RP server I ever entered him into), and in 7BBY, @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom’s Clone OC Strike and co-created OC Pins, a stormtrooper who ditched the Empire when the two rebels had their cell missions cross paths and escaped together after going after an asset. Maddox has quickly grown to befriend and fall in platonic love with Strike and Pins, the former particularly since she causes/caused flares in his memory of his mum.

Especially since, in his old earthen life, he was an Eshay, and a horrible person to his mother and sister.

Did I mention he’s a regretful older brother? And a regretful son?

For leaving his family behind? For not being the person he should’ve been? For being selfish and into stupid stuff when there are things in life worth more than stupid ‘friends’ and stupidity?

Good god he’s ashamed to admit it. But he has to admit it somehow.

It was the second memory recovery in the Force that he recalled how he used to be, getting so depressed he needed that therapy from Benny.

Okay here's a couple rapid-fire points about Maddox bc I don't have all the brainspace for backstories:

In the flight back to the base after his couple-weeks therapy from Benny, Maddox had a dream about talking to some fella named Anakin, infodumping to him about the fauna and flora of Australia the entire time. Anakin was in awe of earth's natural flora and flora.

Maddox didn't put two and two together on that 'Anakin' guy until after waking up. His memory got intact enough to connect those dots.

(He won't do the same for Benny for a long, long time).

His enamel pin is actually his sister's, and it's another Peter Pan reference with the star and text saying 'straight on till morning'. (I really hope I can defictionalise it into a real pin one day!)

The leather bag he carries was borrowed by his sister for some time before he took it with him to the GFFA, so he's got more of her belongings with him rather than his own.

He modded an iPod over quarantine days into having a new battery and 256GB SSD drive to fill with his own music, but of course - his sister got to it when he wasn't looking and filled it up with her own tastes before he could wipe it clear.

So now he has his sister's tastes in music, for the most part. Which is a good thing.

So as for Maddox right now in my personal timeline? Well, I just have fun tossing him in the years between 9BBY-4ABY, putting him in Situations and Events (mainly RPs) to see how he develops and how far his character goes. There's a couple alternate timelines and AUs he's in, including the Chrumblr RP in the big discord.

And that's not even getting into the stuff his sister gets into in AUs and timelines.

[roleplayfinder]

Fate/Moon Shine! A Sailor Moon x Fate/Nasuverse Roleplay server!

Hey everyone! We’re looking for literate roleplayers capable of playing both canon characters and OC characters! Our Server is a Sailor Moon x Nasuverse rp! A little info about our current story! Our server story elements and features for those 17+ and up.

~*A few months have passed since Queen Nehellenia’s defeat at the hands of Sailor Moon and the Sailor Senshi, with the destruction of Nehellenia’s mirror a new danger had been unleashed. A new group of villains have successfully claimed the live of Sailor Moon now leaving the Inner and Outer Senshi to pick up the pieces, meanwhile Sailor Senshi from across the stars are reincarnating on Earth!

~* Meanwhile Chaldea is acting, with the connection of the Earth and Throne damaged they are forced to resort to a new system. The Crest System, to implant a Saint Graph upon a Spirit Origin, the new way to make a Demi-Servant. With this new system in place they must rely on the experimental process to protect the Grand Order. ~* We are currently recruiting for the roles of Sailor Kakyuu! For the Magus side we are accepting canon characters for this AU of Mashu, Rin, Sakura and many others! If your interested feel free to join us!

Fate/Moon Shine!

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Its your tumblr man. talk about nova if you want!

I don’t have the time to explain the entirety of the shadow the hedgehog arc but it’s eating my brain like. he and shadow are both created beings who feel aimless and confused but nova knows why he was created while shadow doesn't. and bc nova is metal sonic he knows shadow's past so he kind of ends up becoming a mentor to him bc he relates (though he’s a manipulative amoral shit so he is not upfront about anything, except that shadow is not a robot bc that gives him an excuse to kick him as hard as possible and then gloat about how if he were truly a robot he wouldn’t be able to feel the pain and therefore he’s inferior). neither of them know what morality is and they stumble through most of the haphazard plot points in one way or another trying to figure it out. he flat out just ditches shadow when black doom shows up for last story bc he fundamentally cares more about defeating sonic than literally everything else and if sonic is eaten alive he can’t do that so he saves his life. he accidentally ends up in a qpr with him bc sonic (not entirely incorrectly) assumes that “i will keep you safe until you have reached your full potential and i have mine, then i will prove my superiority and kill you and relish in it, but until then i feel satisfied in existing around you and i will continue on your legacy after i kill you” is essentially the closest thing he can get to a confession and being both very aroace and an adrenaline junkie sees “close friendship until one of us kills the other” as way more fun than, like, anything anyone sensible would consider a qpr. he adopts a chao. when he realises trans people exist he immediately goes “okay. i will beat everyone at every gender” and starts using any/all pronouns bc they should rightly belong to him. she goes to therapy.

06 isnt entirely planned but i do know how it ends (mephiles killing sonic was the exact best way to piss off nova and bc he is metal sonic's sonic oc rp character and he has all the power he has in heroes and more solaris fucking dies painfully. also they absorb his power which would be terrifying if they were still trying to conquer the world but instead they’re using their irl amino rp to cope with their issues marginally better) and unleashed onwards is mostly just a collection of ideas. the main plots still happen bc like, nova does like larping as a organic normal hedgehog but he fundamentally views the world through the lens of his ultimate showdown with sonic and proving his superiority being the only thing that matters and he Wants sonic to go through adversity to grow stronger as he also grows stronger by. mostly just pirating the dna of various gods honestly. but she also will Not tolerate anyone killing sonic but herself (and in general will Not tolerate anyone killing sonics friends or her father bc she considers them + sonic the only tolerable organics even if she considers everyone but sonic as inferior to herself) so. forces is fun. and also there’s a reason for the metal sonic illusion to be a thing (bc metal left the nest and is pretty apathetic to the whole “taking over the world” thing outside of it letting it commit grievous bodily harm)

there’s originally a much starker divide between nova (as metal sonics own deviantart recolour) and neo metal sonic as himself but by the time sonic and friends know who he is and don’t immediately reject him for that or the inherent fact he's got a very different and oftentimes confusing mindset and way of thinking than them he's very casual at slipping between the two and uses both names interchangeably. he generally prefers his organic disguise, bc he can go outside with it, but uses his original voice (which is monotone sonic with electronic distortion) and usually turns off the systems he made so he automatically moves and emotes in a more natural manner bc he finds emulating stuff like breathing or crying uncomfortable and disgusting even if he’s able to tolerate looking organic.

[crossinghairs]

Student of Hatred Verse [force sensitive verse summery]; Anger is a hard thing to control. Imagine being made different from the other clones. And being treated like hell for it? That was Cross' every waking moment of every day. Mocked and ridiculed for his lack of normalcy. Till one day a scouting mission turned sideways.

Upon entering a cave, a momentary slip up resulted in trapping Crosshair within it. No means of communication the Clomes believed the sniper of Clone Force 99 was dead. But no. He survived. Believing he had no choice he ventured deep into the cave. The deeper he went. The colder it became. A force slowly sucking his life force free from his body. At first he just thought it was an anomaly . But no. It was something far more dangerous. In the middle of a room coated in ancient sith text. Was a sith holocron. This item that the jedi were knowledgeable in sat before him. With a hooded figure that echoed words into his mind. A similar predicament. And he didn't want to die. A mask clad in white in the corner of the room the ghost who bore the name Darth Nihilus had given him something no clone had before. The ability to weild the force. Power like a raging river flew into him. Corrupting his soul deep within. To feel such power at his fingertips he had lost all sense of self in a power trip. And like a man bent on revenge not only unleashed Darth Nihilus from his prison as well as his. But massacred the platoon that were actually working to get him out. The blood coating his face like a mask as Nihilus gave him the order 'kill'.

He not only obtained the force.he grew stronger physically. Growing taller. But became an instrument of hatred. A slave to a sith lord with no way to get out of it.

Kill him before he kills you..

[@antiquaanima thanks for the rp to develop an obsession- art belongs to Mollo]

[megamattzx]

Dragon Ball New Frontier group Story and Community server.

Welcome all!

Dragon Ball New Frontier's server is getting some renovating done. Not solely going to be an RP Server anymore.

Explore the expanded universe of Dragon Ball like never before in this alternate take on the world of #DragonBall in Dragon Ball: New Frontier. Explore new territories, see new sides to characters you love, and push your characters to their limit! Interact with the old characters you knew and love a build your story. Earn your rite in a world full of endless worlds. Will you fight to preserve order or unleash chaos on the world?

The fate of many worlds will rest in your hands. What will you do with it? Explore multiple versions of the various worlds of #DragonBall, #DragonBallZ, #DragonBallGT, and #DragonBallSuper. as well as the games, like #Xenoverse #SDBH #fighterz and more. Hope to see you there. Your adventure is just beginning as you choose the destiny of your characters and prepare for the uncertainties of joining the Time Patrol, Breakers, Frieza Force, Cult of Zamasu, Red Ribbon army, and many more.

Warning: Although a Dragon Ball Story, this story is filled with potentially sensitive topics, subjects, and elements and is not for The Faint of Heart. These elements include Torture, Genocide, Slavery, and other topics falling under this. If that is too much for you in terms of storytelling, please do not participate in this story for your own sanity.

[betafoxxx]

Isle Of The Lost discord warrior cats rp.

This is my very first time ever making a post on tumblr as I've never used the website before. I am here to ry advertising my brand new warrior cats discord rp! Down below you'll find more information.

Isle Of The Lost

The lore begins with a fierce battle that erupted 200 years before the creation of the factions. Two groups, led by the future founders of the factions, went to war after a bitter falling out due to their differing views. Despite being deeply in love, they realized they were not meant for each other, and thus, the war began. The conflict raged on for years, with neither side willing to back down. However, fate had other plans. The island’s volcano erupted, unleashing its fury and destroying not only half of The Covenant’s founder’s group but also half of the island itself. This cataclysmic event was seen as a warning from a force far greater than either of them could comprehend. It marked the beginning of a newfound peace, as both sides realized the futility of their conflict and the need to coexist in harmony.

We are a 16+ literate server, we offer:

Unique accessories that are not only nature restricted.

Unique ranks

Two factions instead of the casual canon clan or clan themes!

An open and friendly character creation system.

member-driven plot.

A welcoming environment!

Easy to understand lore.

THE COVE

The Patient and the Kind

Sleek-furred cats who live along the beach and worship their ocean deity daily. Native to the waters, they are renowned for their fish and jewelry.

THE COVENANT

The Ruthless and the Cruel

Long-furred cats with little to no patience for the weak. They originate from the wooded areas of the Isle and are infamous for their armor and pelts. Isle Of The Lost targets a 16+ demographic and contains darker themes such as: [VIEWER BE WARNED.] Gore, Blood, Sacrifices, death, violence, and mild horror.

BE WARNED

Our roleplay section has been CLOSED OFF for the time being until we've opened it up for proper roleplay! We expect it to be no longer than October 2nd before we begin with our first arc. IOTL Is a relatively new server opening up for members to help fill our community!

If you'd like to join please DIRECTLY MESSAGE ME ON DISCORD. My username is xel.7600 ! Thank you for reading!

[starsunited]

Star Wars Roleplay Partners Search!

Hello All!

I am currently looking for some Roleplay Partners!

If I already have an RP with you or have a message chain with you, please ping me and let me know! If its better, ask for my Discord, or I will ask for yours

Additional side note, I will probably ask that the RP go to Discord unless asked otherwise or wanting to keep the RP here on Tumblr. Discord will actually send me notification and is easier to manage (personally). So don't fret if I ask! Just let me know if it's fine or not and we can go from there! 🙂

NOW! A few ground rules below:

Must be Semi-lit or above (I am anywhere between semi-let to novella depending on my partner)

No use of the following: *, >, -, ext. This is very illiterate for me and takes me out of the RP if these are used for describing actions

Must be able to consistently give at LEAST a paragraphs worth of writing (5+ lines. Full sentences.)

Must be fine with BxB, GxG, NBxNB and any other pairings that are not just BxG (especially if romance is involved)

The above will not apply if doing a DOUBLE UP. I am fine with BxG so long as a double up RP is the kind of RP we are going to be doing

If you have triggers, topics to avoid, or so on let me know so they can be addressed ASAP and we can both know what to avoid. (I myself don't have any but I want to be courteous to my partners/friends and others!)

The Request:

I am looking for someone who is up for a Double Up! Ideally I would like to play as my OC(s) if possible with an OCxCC type of roleplay (and I would pay the CC for your OC as well of course, or for your side we can do a CCxCC pairing as well! I just want to make things even). I am also open to the rare but welcome OCxOC, just note I am a bit picky when it comes to OC’s being paired together, as I would want it to fit and work out.

Also, another note, if anything is to be mature please be 18+ before even mentioning it to me or asking about it. While I am fine with it, I just want to be sure we are all on the same page on the matter and know what our limits are as well as triggers when it comes to the topic.

Here are the CC Characters I am looking for:

Anakin/Vader

Kylo Ren

Armitage Hux

Din Djarin

The Bad Batch ( Any / All)

Clones in general (Rex, Cody, Mayday and others! Just ask!)

Ezra

Starkiller (Force Unleashed)

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Ahsoka

Bo-Katan

Quinlan Voss

Hemlock

And open to many more! (OC's are also welcomed!)

Characters I play as:

Almost everyone. You name them and I have probably played them in some capacity or another. Just let me know who you are wanting and I will let you know if I can play them or not (I am pretty confident in myself in doing so but you may throw me a curve ball!).

I hope this has interested some of you! If so, reach out to me through a DM or in the comments below and I will get back to you as soon as possible! As I do work a full time job and also have to care for myself, so please keep that in mind! 

And if you are ever unhappy with the RP or want a change or switch or anything, just let me know! I'm SUPER flexible when it comes to changing things up, so just let me know (when out of character/OOC just used ((, or // to show that!)

If you have read everything (which thank you) just send me the phrase ‘Batch 99!’ That way I know and we can get a conversation flowing! Bring ideas to the table and what you're looking for and I will do the same!

Thanks so much and I look forward to speaking with you all!

May the force be with you!

[sesshy380-rp]

(continued from here)

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“Kat! Stop! You're not killing him!”

Kat glanced over briefly, giving Bakura’s current physical state a quick assessment (as best she could anyway given her current feral mindset). Aside from the nearly healed wounds, they appeared to be okay.

She relaxed a bit and straightened her posture to indicate that she’d heard and understood that Bakura didn’t want her killing the Shadow entity. However, the moment she saw Bakura wince she tensed again, her focus immediately going back to the inhuman creature that wore a human face.

The spiky blond had managed to remove himself from the naga’s grasp and obviously didn’t care that she’d been asked to back down. He lunged at her with a fist drawn and ready to strike.

Kat bared her fangs again as she readied herself to jump out of the way at the last moment. Shadow tendrils came up from the floor, rooting her in place before she could move, forcing her to take the fist to the face. She took the full hit, but remained standing with only her face turned to the side as though she’d only been slapped.

Her head slowly turned back to face the creature, a sadistic grin now spread across her face. She was pleased to know that he’d assessed her to be a genuine threat and attacked.

Bakura had said not to kill him. They didn’t say she couldn’t play.

He might have had the advantage of the Shadows on his side, but she had her flames. From the dark fire that simply covered and not consumed arose a few orbs that elongated into sharp blades directed at the Shadow entity from all sides.

“Play?” she asked, the sadistic grin still in place.

He eyeballed the fiery blades that had sprung up, a grin similar to hers appearing on his face as though he’d been waiting for an opportunity like this. He looked like he was about to answer when the door to the apartment slammed open.

Bakura’s former vessel stood in the doorway, looking around for a moment and taking in the scene before looking straight over to where the two inhuman beings stood ready to unleash hell.

“I thought I said no Shadow magic in the apartment,” he stated in exasperation. “The hellfire is new,” he added, seeming more curious than surprised.

The Shadows retreated as the one controlling them relaxed, pointing an accusing finger towards Kat.

“The hellfire is all her.”

Seeing the blond backing down (to her disappointment), Kat did the same, dispersing the fire with the exception of the blades that she refused to lower until she could be certain she wouldn’t be attacked again. The only physical movement she made was to place herself protectively beside Bakura as the last of the vicarious wounds healed themselves shut.

((@nb-lesbian-tkb))

[captainkurosolaire]

Update / Valentiones

Just wanna throw-down some appreciation and update on some stuff still plan on tackling this year. Although early this still implies for Valentiones. “Love ye all, have a terrific hearty day.  Should you feel cast aside, leave that t’ me to debunk it. Cause I’ll polish and give you a reason to rewrite that by finding you, picking you up, dusting it off. – You’re f*cking valuable, every single passing Sun t’ Moon, not even I can determinate it, no scale could justifiably do it. Don’t let any foul scallywags tell you otherwise. I’ll handle em’ You focus on shining eruptive, dazzle chaotically! I see you and I am thanking you fer existing, otherwise, I’d be out of business as a pirate, what’s the point of being one if I can’t discover my treasures cross these bland planes?” - CKS

Achieved a decent-chunk of chapters already with my goal this year to be like 60, think I'm almost at 20 this early-in. More than I expected. Thanks for all the energy and power, from low to high. Still got probably 800-1000 chapters I need to realistically create, I get why One-Piece how it is. Once you get real passion for your art, there's an overabundance of stories to further write. xD I most certainly will be around chipping at pieces. In my case, I've always continued for the company that's been on this crazy voyage with me, for always welcoming or being there after long-breaks to RP partners who's integrated or pre-established stuff with me to join in. To my Best Friend/Roomie for always shooting inspiring ideas, always been able to easily click from being nerds who made so many D&D and Tabletop sessions we went to make our own whole world-building and tabletop game. Was pretty dope, but now I'm taking all that same, rich-passion and throwing it to world-build here. I got all the people to credit, I started from here on the community with too that matured and nurtured my character who allowed a very vanilla starting character, to morph into something that I could eventually give deep respect to continue. There's ton's of people and fellows who came from Tumblr as well, that were either forced to give up, or brought down by anon's, all those who suddenly disappeared, couldn't because time-commitments, or became distant, I've kept ingrained in me and I stay ever vigilantly passion in their stead. I overflow like a flowing fountain and multiply for all their sake to continue onward, and the lurkers, all the people who came to me saying they got inspired to join this fandom, all that you've made a impact, difference on me, and make no mistake about it, you matter. I carry your spirit, energy all with everything I endeavor. It's meant a life-changing amount to me have a place to just unleash myself. No better way to say it but -- I LIVE for this shit. So even no matter how infested this site becomes, or when the p*rnbots take over and I have to somehow try to convince them to start up a brothel and least take up RP, I'll still wage on. I may and most definitely die alone at the end. But baby I didn't live like that one-bit or felt like that at-all, I've lived millions.--- Update --- I'm determined to be more regular about this stuff yearly, I've collected so It can get done. I literally think I'll be at this point writing for the next two FF MMO's at this point if I don't start now. For now though, got about two-chapters left in me to do hopefully before February ends. Then I'll probably take a mini-break. I'm thinking about having or seeing if people will send a single, -word- to me in my submission box, and create my own prompt's judged upon that way. Overall, I never-mind getting anything asked or submitted anytime either while, I'm throwing it out. But this way lets people get involved, and I can use my over abundance of characters and try to create-weave a story within the mood or perimeter I need to tell, but I don't have to follow my story-path. Words submitted can be just about anything. Either I can mention you when I do a post with your submission, or you can go on anon for it. Even if no one's down for that stuff, It's all chill. Cause I'm dedicated and determined to do this stuff regardless, whenever I'm around. xD I eventually will take the XIVWrite again too, but I want to do that after a lot of progression or absolutely, my last-rodeo, or its. I've got to establish a lot of Captain's Crewmates, NPCS, I'm even doing slow-burn and building up other antagonists, I got relics, cultures, isle world building, continue thinking of just a mountain of arcs. I really want to get to my sport-arc. After these next two-chapters or so, I'm going to start timeline jumping all over the place. When I'm energized. Anyways that's it, also If need a Valentione's I got ye my hearty, I take no issue in being a rebound. 😎💛

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

A Bob Velseb AU I Made With A Friend!

We Are doing a little mermaid RP with Bob as Ursula! little backstory: Bob used to be a merman prince who fell in love with a human woman. He Found a book, and used black magic to make himself human to be with her... but when he finally found his dark magic solution, it was already too late... She married a human man. Now he's vowed against love entirely. The benevolent force he reckoned with took control of him and unleashed his anger upon atlantis. He hid himself away and did a black magic market of sorts that only the wealthy knew of, granting their wishes at a high price. A common merwoman comes to him years later with a desire much similar to his own before he corrupted into an inky sea sorcerer. This Octopus man is used to rich individuals coming to him for help, not the common folk. Its a classic little mermaid story... but with a little of a twist! he also has a pheonix mark! ... for... no apparent reason :3c

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: @pkmn-spira

pkmn-spira:

Interesting... Truly interesting! The mere fact that they can read each other on what they'd eventually do next was a great indicator of mutual trust. Of something they have already done before. A dance that these two had participated together time and time again. It certainly reminded her of certain twins she know of. Or hell, even the current Champion of Spira alongside Argentum City's current Gym Leader. A combination attack, it'd seem, turning Sparkling Aria into a full fledged beam instead of just an orb of condensed water. Now, even if that was a thing in Spira, Morgan appreciates the novelty, as only those who think outside of the box do tend to come up with this. The attack struck true, the SYM Asset made only for excavation purposes taking the full brunt of that strike, the weight of the combined attacks forcing the rest of its body, which resembled that of a large worm's, off the ground, all while it squirmed around. Filter was good to help it survive, yes. But at the same time it also prolonged its suffering. SYM Assets are powerful, yes. But SYM-01 is not really meant for battle, see, and while it can hold its own on most Trainers, Champion level Trainers are too much for it. Though, this combat data would... prove hefty useful for the improvement of the remaining SYM Assets.

"I can feel it... Its thirteenth hour is here." Morgan stated. "Asrai. You can Play Rough, now." Hence, the Azumarill would be adorned with an elated expression, almost as if it wanted to let loose for once, its body now imbued with the ever present energies in Fae Deepwoods, thus further strengthening Play Rough. As it charged right to the SYM Asset, it would also boost itself further, via Aqua Jet. Upon crashing down onto SYM-01, it began to unleash a flurry of no-holds barred strikes. A beatdown that can be easily audibly heard, too. "That should do it." Morgan said, turning around as she faced and approached the husband and wife.

"You didn't tell me that your husband was quite the big shot, Ashe." Morgan spoke as her Azumarill still was beating up the now motionless body of the SYM Asset. Not that its ignoring what Morgan said of that being enough to do SYM-01 in, but rather Morgan's letting it have its fun. Pokémon from Cryptid Isle tend to have... certain tendencies, after all.

Moves were exchanged and as it finally came to an end, Ashe and Leon were pulled from their reverie of the battle, but their synergy remained. Recalling their pokemon, Ashe hurried to her husband who accepted her fully into his embrace, holding her tight. "Sorry i'm late, love." "It's alright. You're alive and not lost, that's what matters." Something is said in Fae before they pull apart, touching foreheads for a moment. Her hand lingering in his, Ashe waits a moment to respond to Morgan as Lucky brings down each barrier and Kumiko approaches with Willow, the girl immediately shifting into her father's arms while Ashe finally addresses their, well, savior at this point for reuniting the family.

"Normally I don't tell people." Ashe admits. "Where we're from, it would cause people to be all over my family's home let alone his. It's better to live in secret." That being said, Leon took a moment to thank the woman himself; "I take it you found them? Thank you for doing so." Shifting his daughter, the girl who looked so much like Leon minus her eyes who mirrored her mother's finally looked Morgan in the eye. She didn't like this woman for some reason and she didn't know why. It was rude to stare her parents told her and let alone not give a person a chance, but her small features should have been able to tell Morgan she didn't trust her, let alone like her.

Something was off even if Willow didn't understand why.

"... So this is the Spira region." Ashe cut in. "From what I can tell, according to the Elite Four, Morgan, here, it seems to be cut off from any known open region." She folds her arms then. "There's dense fae energy here but I... honestly don't think we're in our own timeline, babe." Ashe admits with a sigh. Leon can only smile sheepishly. "Which means we're the prank of yet another time distortion, or a Hoopa."

"Honestly, should we be surprised?" Ashe had a deadpanned expression in answering her husband, now turning to Morgan. "I may be able to find us a way home, but I admit I am curious about this region... with your permission as an Elite Four, could we possibly shadow you to see more of this place?" She noted Willow's unbending stare as Lucky came to stand between Ashe and Leon. "... I'd like my daughter to experience new things, but from seeing this giant specimen here... it's better to move in groups... perhaps."

[wellfell]

❛ sorry, very busy today. no time to help you– ❜

 ❛ i don't want your help i was just – ❜  the younger stops mid sentence , a frown stirs the relieved expression on her pretty face . her breaths are uneven , her hair messy , a bleeding wound on her left cheek . rand was a mad man , for simply unleashing such a mad woman upon poor innocent people but things were settled now and that was probably the third or fourth thing she'd take time to worry about . . . the second one had to be this particularly proud look on lanfear’s face . she walks toward the other woman , light breeze drying the blood on her bare bare waist , another wound that needed bandages and some herbal remedies that alanna would force her to take — she'd be angry knowing akina was hanging out with lanfear . their shoulders touch , the sight before them bored her and therefore forced her gaze to fix on the side of lanfear's face . bones sharp , eyes sharper , mellowed out by the edges when she stares at the redhead on top of the dragon wrapped tower . akina has often viewed the boy as a tool , something to use , to win battles . but the odd admiration in blue eyes of lanfear had piqued her interest , eventually she does look back at the older woman with a breathy chuckle . ❛ that bastard did more than i gave him credit for . . . and got all the applause . typical . ❜  you do everything , and a man gets people clapping and screaming in admiration . bitterness dull in her chest , the sweetness of victory and perhaps the twitch of lanfear's lips had eased the pettiness she was feeling a while ago . moments pass in silence , they both stare at the tower . ❛ where to now , daughter of night ? ❜

     * rp prompts. accepting