#vi as sole survivor

[misfits-of-zaun]

Me, going back down the rabbithole of thinking about a Fallout 4 AU with the Arcane characters:

[melpcmene-a]

Meet Ava, Sole Survivor. I might make her in Fallout 4 ( eventually ) but I feel she'll be strength-based and melee-based. Likely ( or eventually ) part of the Brotherhood. Seeking out her son, and had been in a same-sex marriage. But going with the events-- her wife is now dead, killed by Kellogg. ( As how events go. ) Ava plans on murdering that bastard. Make him suffer. She holds grudges and such right to her heart.

[sweetrevxnge]

Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Seven

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.6k

Chapter-specific CW: torture (what fun!), period-typical sexism

A/N: the dead speak! lmao at least that's what it feels like coming back after an entire YEAR??? I kinda got sucked into playing 1,200+ hours of baldur's gate 3, romancing a certain vampiric elf time and time again, which gave me plenty of inspiration to continue this fic. I never meant to be gone for so long, so if you're still interested in this story, please let me know!

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What have you done?

To say that you were restless would be an understatement. The first order of business when you returned to your chambers was finding a safe place to store your stolen weapon, and now, hours later, you had yet to succeed. 

You paced the room, wearing holes in the soles of your slippers as you wondered if you had made the right decision. It was unlike you to have sticky fingers, but then again, these were unprecedented times. Boldness meant survival.

Above all, you feared Ren was privy to your thievery, despite his silence on the walk back to your chambers. The prick of blood seemed enough to distract him for a moment, or perhaps he was practiced in hiding his tells. Either way, the consequences of him knowing gnawed at your sanity.

Rey had tended the hearth while you were away, ensuring your chambers were kept warm and filled with the familiar scent of dry wood. Her diligence as a handmaid proved to be an unforeseen complication in hiding your contraband.

Instinct urged you to keep it close to your bed, but reason told you it would be found too easily there. Same with the lounges circling the hearth, whose velour cushions could conceal many things if asked to. Though a dagger lodged in one’s rear would raise many concerns, as well as promise unspeakable punishments to come.

For these reasons, you ultimately settled on the bookcase.

Towering in the corner was a collection of books and texts, dense enough to put even the most curious scholars to sleep. A perfect place to hide a dagger.

Dragging a footstool over as a makeshift ladder, you reached for a leather-bound book embossed with gold letters along its spine. Imperium Nunquam Fuit. Though written in Old Basic, you understood its meaning.

The Empire That Never Was. A phrase coined by Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin to describe the destruction of Alderaan during the Revolution. An unsavory way to speak about a fallen civilization—considering he was the man responsible.

You made quick work of hollowing the historical text, skimming the page you’d turned to before defacing it. This passage detailed the last of the Imperial attacks on Alderaan, near the end of the Rebellion. One of the more infamous sieges of the war, earning its place in history with a tithe of blood and destruction.

The lines of script told the story of how Imperial soldiers salted Alderaan’s lands and butchered the citizens—babes and crones included. The Empire was thorough, wiping out an entire civilization over a mere conspiracy. With few survivors, and even fewer successors, Alderaanian blood was a rarity. You supposed that was one of the many things that set General Organa apart from the rest.

Considering the contents, it was a book of little interest to the First Order—a perfect hiding place.

The point of your blade pierced the parchment with ease, as if slicing through a block of butter rather than a thousand-page text. Tragic as it was to ruin a book like this, what other choice did you have? Hosnian Prime’s Grand Archives likely stored dozens of copies; one locked away in the depths of the First Order’s fortress would not be missed.

The fit was snug, but it would do for now. As for the pages you’d carved out, they laid in a pile at your feet, a messy reminder that your room was not private.

You slammed the book shut and returned it, hurrying to clean the shreds of paper scattered across the red carpets. Despite your efforts, the fragments proved too difficult to clean with just your hands alone, forcing you to sweep them into your skirts.

As you carried the pieces to the hearth, a gentle knock sounded through the oak doors. “Gods,” you muttered as you rushed towards the fire, dumping the pages unceremoniously onto the crackling wood.

Another rap on the door.

“Just a moment, please!” It was impossible to hide the panic in your voice as you prodded at the withering pages with an iron poker. Time seemed to slow as you watched the flames engulf the ink, turning Alderaan’s history to ash once more.

“It’s me, my lady.” Muffled by the wood, Rey’s voice was barely audible over the fire, hissing with fresh fodder. If any good came from her being your visitor, it was her staunch etiquette. She would not barge in uninvited—unlike some of the castle’s residents.

Brushing the slivers of evidence from your gown, you opened the doors, mindful of the lingering ash in the hearth. “My apologies. I was…” You cleared your throat, smoothing out your skirts before finishing your lie. “Indecent.”

Demure as ever, Rey dropped her gaze as she curtseyed before you. “It’s no matter, my lady. I was sent to fetch you; the Supreme Leader requests your presence.”

The moment his name left her lips, cotton filled your mouth, forcing its way down your throat as you swallowed your fear. What reason would the Supreme Leader have to summon you—at this late hour, no less?

Your thoughts immediately turned to Commander Ren. Perhaps he had noticed your theft after all and reported your offence to Snoke. If that were true, you vowed to slice his throat first. 

“Did he give a reason?” you asked, trying to maintain your resolve.

Rey’s throat knocked in her slender neck. “He did not say.”

Part of you wanted to take the damned blade with you, but recklessness wouldn’t serve you. Though you did not recognize him as your ruler, you were not keen on adding treason to your ledger.

You sighed, coming to stand beside Rey at the door, shoulders pressed back and hands folded over your lap. “I’m surprised he didn’t send you with manacles.”

She said nothing, but the trace smile on her lips told you all that you needed to know. You couldn’t blame her for watching her tongue around you. Given what transpired last night, you would do the same in her position.

The two of you walked in near silence to the throne chambers, passing countless tall windows with panes stained a deep red, dark enough to block most light from entering. What little light did manage to seep through painted the halls crimson, giving the appearance of blood spilling over the floor.

The burned pages of text flashed in your mind.

Every step forward was committed to memory, including the number of paces between notable fixtures, as well as where each one stood in relation to your chambers. Still, there was no sign of an access point in this section of the castle. But your resolve did not falter. If there was a means of entry into this accursed fortress, there must also be a means of escape.

As you rounded the corner to another corridor, you glanced at your handmaid, noticing that her usual singular bun had evolved into three smaller ones, meeting the nape of her neck in a uniform line.

“You’ve changed your hair.” The observation came out as more of a question than a comment.

“Yes, my lady,” she said, delicate fingers reaching to touch the one near her collar. “An effort to be closer to the gods.”

You furrowed your brows. “How’s that?”

“As there are three of them, there are three knots. We servants are forbidden to worship openly, so we find other ways.” She closed her eyes for a moment, tilting her chin towards her chest. “Divine strength allows clarity of the mind.”

While you were not necessarily a pious woman, you were familiar enough with the gods from your upbringing to understand what she meant. As a child, you often prayed at your family’s shrine, asking for a bountiful harvest, good health, and, most of all, peace in the realm. For many years, they fulfilled your wishes. Now, your faith provided you with little comfort.

“Certainly,” you said, not wanting to discuss the subject any further. “Are we nearly there?”

“Just down this hall,” she said, her tone clipped. Either she was annoyed with the change of subject, or just as uneasy about seeing the Supreme Leader as you were.

True to her word, Rey came to a stop near the end of the corridor, leaving a short distance between you and the two looming oak doors, with iron enforcements woven into the grain and a guard posted on either side. Their faces were concealed by crimson veils, the signature regalia of the Praetorian Guard. Those tasked with protecting the ruler of these lands, whether they carried the title of Chancellor, Emperor, or Supreme Leader.

The warmth drained from your face at the sight.

“This is where I leave you, my lady.” Her face lacked its usual peachy hue, her freckles washed away by the candlelight. “The Supreme Leader does not allow us to enter these chambers, save for when he is passing judgment upon us.”

Standing before the faceless guards, you understood her unease.

“Will you be here to escort me back?” you asked, palms growing damp as you clutched the fabric of your gown.

“It is late. I must turn in for the evening.” She shifted her weight, eyes darting between you and the guards, whose presence seemed to loom over you from meters away. “Besides, I should think you do not require my assistance from this point.”

With that, she turned on her heels and retreated, her steps muted as she faded into the stretching darkness of the hallway. Turning to face the guards, dread settled in your stomach. Surely these warriors would not accompany you back to your chambers.

You studied them for a moment, the strategist in your mind seeking to understand what threat they posed. Both were tall and well-fed, given the size of their uniforms. The one to your left carried a bisento, while the other held a tall voulge, both equally unnerving. Their blades were pristine, foreign to combat. You wondered if the same could be said for those wielding them, too.

As if seeking to test your theory, they readied their weapons as you approached, each blade humming as it sliced through the air.

You came to a halt, the hair on the back of your neck now stiff. “I’ve been summoned by the Supreme Leader.”

The two remained poised to strike for a long moment before returning to their sentry state, offering one another a brisk nod as they pushed the heavy doors open, revealing the grand throne room. With tentative steps, you approached, pausing at the threshold.

Black marble columns lined the walkway to the throne, each manned by a knight of the Praetorian Guard, their crimson armor matching the First Order banners draped along the cobbled walls. Above the throne was the room’s sole window, with red stained panels filling the space between the spokes of the First Order insignia. Six steps carved of the same dark mineral as the columns led to the throne, lined with black velvet upholstery and a towering slate backing. Perched comfortably in the seat was Supreme Leader Snoke, draped in golden robes that flowed over his limbs like smelted ore, barely concealing the matching jewelry wrapped snugly around his fingers.

The paragon of humility.

He was joined by another: the fire-haired General Hux. His gaze snapped to you as the doors creaked open, beady eyes piercing you like darts from across the chamber.

“Ah, my guest of honor,” Snoke crooned, clasping his hands before his chest in delight. His tone fell icy as he turned to address the General. “Leave us.”

Confusion spread across his pale features as he turned to face Snoke once more. “But, Supreme Leader, there is still much to be discussed.”

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You are to leave these chambers at once, General Hux, or you will be removed.” Snoke’s gravelly voice rumbled through the hall with the force of a thousand footsteps, and reluctantly, Hux obeyed.

You watched the scene play out before you from the safety of the doorway, your feet rooted to the floor.

Snoke relaxed in his chair once more, beckoning you in with a hand gesture. “Please, come in, darling.”

Willing your feet to move, you did as he asked, eyes flitting between the Praetorian guard and the approaching General Hux, whose expression could only be described as irate as he brushed past you, black coat fluttering behind him.

Your heart was lodged in your throat as you neared the throne, feeling like a lamb being shepherded towards the maw of a lion. You stopped in line with the last of the guards before the Supreme Leader, leaving some distance still.

Snoke watched you with keen eyes, a stark contrast to his stoic front. “I do hope you are well, my dear. I can only imagine the days spent in anticipation of your wedding are agonizing.”

You frowned. “Is that why you summoned me? To ask me about my wedding?”

“Of course not. But pleasantries are the foundation of any proper conversation.” The humor fell from his voice. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.” The words left a sour taste in your mouth, like wine crafted from grapes plucked too early.

Satisfied, he settled back into his throne, resting his hands over the ornate armrests. “See? Deference needn’t be cumbersome.”

His mocking tone made your vision red, but you held your tongue. Invisible threads tied you to him and his guards, each one pulled taught in the silence. It would take nothing more than a misstep to cause one of them to snap.

He spoke again, this time with authority. “It has come to my attention that you are unaware of what is expected of you as a noblewoman.”

You let out a terse exhale. “I suppose I am. Perhaps that is because of the conditions under which I am becoming one.”

A thin smile curled on the Supreme Leader’s lips. “These are unprecedented times, lieutenant.”

The emphasis on your title made your skin crawl. Snoke was calculated, sadistic. With his power, he was untouchable. The red veils surrounding you served as a constant reminder of his invulnerability.

“Now, I am curious. How did you manage that?” he added, tilting his head in intrigue. “A commoner like yourself rising to the rank of a commanding officer is no easy feat—even more so for a woman.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hardly see how this is relevant to my new status as a noblewoman.”

Despite your outward naivety, you knew too well what being a noblewoman would entail. You’d known from the moment your betrothal was announced. You were to be the docile wife of a commander, providing him an heir, a spare, and a warm bed whenever he pleased. Your military career would be swept away by the title of Lady Ren, all traces of your independence lost to time. You couldn’t think of anything less appealing.

“As a Lady of the First Order, you will be granted privileges seldom given to others, such as this.” Snoke motioned to the surrounding space, and you found yourself unable to decipher his meaning.

He isn’t referring to having an audience with the ruler of the realm as a privilege, is he?

He continued, “The safety of the castle. Our stronghold. You will be protected within its walls.”

Oh. Of course.

You suppressed a scoff. “I find that hard to believe, considering Commander Ren has attempted to strangle me twice over since my arrival.”

“I see,” he mused, pressing an index finger to his lips in thought. “My mercurial underling. If only his mind were half as quick as his temper.”

Somehow, your first instinct was to defend Commander Ren from his inflaming remark. While the Supreme Leader was correct about Ren’s temperament, he didn’t see the side of him that you saw—however infrequently it may have showed itself. There was a tenderness to him, fleeting in nature, like a luminescent star ripping through the night sky. You saw it in his eyes as he sat before your hearth, again when he laced your bodice.

Or perhaps what you felt was just the lingering effects of his charm.

Snoke’s rough voice broke your reverie. “Nevertheless, I’m sure Commander Ren had his reasons. Just as I’m sure whatever actions may have led to these outbursts will cease henceforth, won’t they?”

Before you could answer, a searing pain sliced through your skull, its barbed tendrils reaching into the deepest part of your consciousness. Every muscle in your body became succinctly rigid, frozen in place as an invisible force suspended you midair. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to call out; for the gods, for your mother—even for Commander Ren.

“You will behave yourself, insolent girl, or you will be disposed of.”

Despite your efforts, no sound would come from your throat. An eternity seemed to pass as the Supreme Leader kept you trapped, holding your feet to the fire of his anger. Mustering every ounce of strength, you forced your chin down in agreement, hot tears distorting your vision.

Without moving a muscle, he relinquished his hold on you, your knees cracking against the marble floor in an instant. The violet fabric of your gown pooled around you like the blood of a slain enemy, collecting the tears that fell from your chin.

Before you could find your voice, the creak of wood and subsequent rustling of armor behind you swiped your attention. The guards had readied their weapons, aiming at something other than you.

You flinched as the doors slammed shut, followed by a heavy—yet quick—footfall.

“What is the meaning of this?” Commander Ren’s voice was biting, filled with untamed fury as he entered the grand hall. His cloak rippled behind him like the night sea, silver sword in hand as he marched forward.

You scurried backwards on your tender palms, caught between his rage and the throne. He drew closer, only stopping at the intersection of two of the guards’ blades.

“Commander Ren, what a welcome surprise,” Snoke crooned. “Your bride was just leaving.”

His eyes found yours in an instant—wild and dark. Silently, you pleaded for his cooperation. If he were to strike at the guard, your life would be forfeit.

Outnumbered by eight blades, he stowed his own. “What have you done?” he demanded.

Though he was looking at you, his question was directed at the man atop the throne, whose enthusiasm at his subordinate’s display was palpable.

“Nothing you have not already done yourself,” Snoke growled. With that, he stood to his feet and stepped down from his throne, closing the gap you’d deliberately left and standing over you. “See her back to her chambers, Commander.”

A snarl flashed across Ren’s face as he pushed past the guards and kneeled before you, extending a gloved hand for you. Though he was quiet, his eyes were heavy with guilt.

With legs like a new foal, you accepted his help, gripping his hand like a lifeline as you stood. “Thank you.” The words floated from your mouth, burning your throat as they passed through.

He only nodded in return, guiding you away from the chamber. Because of his intrusion, the outer guards were now sealed inside, allowing some privacy in the dimly lit hall.

Ren came to a halt, moving both of his cool hands to rest on your shoulders, inspecting you. “Are you hurt?”

Averting your eyes, you shook your head dismissively, ignoring how your knees seemed to rattle with every step.

He let out an amused hum. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you will, Commander,” you managed to say through your dry mouth. “I’m fine.”

At that, the two of you carried on in silence, meandering through the castle, passing knights and servants alike down each corridor. Ren’s emotion rolled off of him like heat from a flame, slowly dwindling the further you were from the throne room.

As your legs regained their strength, so did your voice. “How did you know I was in there?”

“Does that really matter?”

“I’d say so. For all I know, you’re the reason he summoned me in the first place,” you argued, head spinning as you tried to recognize your surroundings. Only when you realized these walls were unfamiliar did your pace falter. “Stop!”

He obeyed, meeting you where you stood. “What?”

“Answer me.”

He let out a terse breath. “No, I am not the reason he summoned you. Come, we can discuss this later.”

At that, he began his stride again, but you didn’t follow. “No. I will not take one more step. Not before I know where you are taking me, as it is clearly not my chambers.”

“I’m bringing you somewhere private,” he finally answered.

“Are my chambers not private enough?”

“By the gods,” he hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, it is unbecoming of me to be seen entering your chambers before we are wed.”

You scoffed. “How pragmatic of you.”

Ignoring your comment, he continued, “After your encounter with the Supreme Leader, I think it’s best if we avoid unnecessary speculation—for your sake.”

You couldn’t argue with him. If Snoke was inclined to submit you to the rawest agony over the slightest display of defiance, you could only imagine what else he was capable of.

“Fine,” you conceded, seeing reason in his words. “But let it be known that my cooperation does not reflect my satisfaction with this decision.”

A smile ghosted over his lips. “I know.”

[cambionkami]

Arcane Season 2 Spoilers you've been warned!

I love the team's attention to detail shown in Arcane. Especially this scene here:

Here we have Caitlyn. Her face shows her trying to be strong and push aside her grief to do "what needs to be done." Her back is straight, and her head is held high. She is aware of the horrors that Jinx can do. Back in season 1 episode 4, she was the sole survivor of one of Jinx's attacks on Piltover, then again at the end of season 1, she was kidnapped and watched the very attack that killed her mother.

Caitlyn is aware of her role and the power she's both been given and earned, making her believe she is responsible for taking out Jinx. This is reinforced by her saying to her father in the first episode of season 2 "I had the shot". She holds onto that grief of knowing she was in the position to prevent what Jinx did, maybe if she had taken the shot her mother would've survived. Leading her to take charge and create a strike force to assassinate Jinx, both in duty to the people who died due to the many attacks and revenge for her mother.

Then you have Vi, who follows behind Caitlyn, to show both support for her and her actions. She wears the enforcer uniform and the gauntlets and is standing side by side with other enforcers to take down the threat. But her body language speaks the opposite, her eyes are adverted and darting downward, frowning with a slouch, the whole time she's shown here her head is down. Sure she feels awful for what Caitlyn's been through but is also facing the responsibility of what her sister, Jinx, has become.

Vi carries the weight of her sister's actions and believes it is her responsibility to stop Jinx from hurting anyone else, she's seen the damage her sister can do firsthand and is fully aware that it can get worse if no action is taken. Sure, she doesn't want to kill or bring harm to her sister, nobody does, she spent all of season 1 tracking her sister down to be with her family again. Up until meeting Caitlyn, Vi has been all alone, without her family, her parents are dead, her adoptive family is dead, and her sister is still out there.

These two characters are the two faces of the same coin. They've both lost family and stability in their lives and feel the responsibility of correcting the terrors Jinx has caused is theirs to face and neutralize. But a lot of their direction in how to go about dealing with the issue are the same thing these characters accuse Jinx of being.

Vi clings to hope, hope that Powder is still inside of Jinx, any reasoning to see her sister as the way she remembers her being. A mindset that is slowly breaking her as she witnesses the horrors "Powder" is unleashing on the innocent, affecting men, women and children alike. She wants to cling to the idea of her sister being there, but she slowly starts echoing the people around her. Ekko mentions how Powder is no longer there, how she "changed", this is also reinforced by Jinx herself, "Powder fell down a well".

Vi is adjusting to these new changes, learning about Jinx alongside with the audience. Her face, voice and body language are soft when she addresses her sister when she views her as "Powder". She wants to view her sister as what they were long ago, two kids, sisters, and family. Vi struggles with seeing the anger that is Jinx bubbling to the surface in her sister and when it comes to the confrontation in Season 2 Episode 3, she is fully aware she is unable to do the job of killing her sister. Looking for someone else to do the job for her or any excuse to avoid the task.

We see in the same episode that she turns her back to allow Caitlyn to take the shot for her, apologising as she closes her eyes. She knows there's no undo button for what Jinx has done and knows the only resolution to the battle is her sister's head. There is no more reasoning, no more bargaining, and no more begging, what's done is done. Vi is in complete turmoil over her sister knowing that even though she's just gotten her back that she will soon have to say goodbye to her.

So we jump to later that same conflict, she's pinned down Jinx, and vi has won in securing the threat to neutralize for the greater good. But when Isha runs up, with a gun in hand, blocking Vi from stopping Jinx, she freezes in place. There is nothing really stopping Vi from disarming Isha and/or removing Isha from Jinx to secure a better shot. Even extending this excuse to Caitlyn, jumping in front of the shot to interfere with the 'shot'.

Vi grew up being the role model for her 3 younger siblings, a major influence in guiding people down the correct or incorrect path. She grew up with people following her lead and is now blocking Caitlyn from completing their mission. Vi only wants to help Caitlyn do what's right but also wants to protect what's left of her remaining family unintentionally.

Sounds a little familiar, doesn't it?

Caitlyn on the other hand is in complete turmoil over the grief of her mother's death, knowing she could've prevented it had she gone down and taken a different path. She grows distant and isolated in her grief as if disconnecting from her reality to best hide the pain she is suffering from as we see in season 2 episode 1. In season 1, she echoes a similar belief that her mother held, "the people of the underground deserve to breathe", this line can be taken both literally and metaphorically for the story and its symbolism. But with the death of her mother, this idea also dies in Caitlyn, voicing her views on them as "animals" with a bite to her words. In the very scene she says this, she bares her teeth, much like an animal would. Voicing her growing rage.

She believes she's at fault, and with the fact that she had the shot back at the end of season 1, she could've ended the madness Jinx unleashes. This drives Caitlyn through her grief in an attempt to 'fix' what has been broken and correct the wrongs that have been brought into her world. She knows Jinx will only take more lives if her abuse is left unchecked, many men, women and children count on Caitlyn to take the next shot as quickly and swiftly as possible. This leads to her conflict with Vi and Isha in episode 3.

She wants to take the shot, to neutralize Jinx, to secure the threat and eliminate it for good. In her mind, it would prevent any more terrors and stop the growing threat of war.

When Isha jumps onto Jinx and holds her close, Caitlyn attempts to take the shot, she is narrowed in on securing the death of Jinx, and she doesn't care that there might be the risk of hitting Isha or Vi. After all, the death of a few here in this fight might prevent the deaths of thousands. She wants to protect what's left of her family and destroy everything that is Jinx.

When Caitlyn is unsuccessful in assassinating Jinx yet again, it explains easier why Ambessa was easily able to single out and recruit Cait to lead in Marshal Law over Piltover and ride into Zaun to the drums of war. Caitlyn needs Jinx dead, she will not stop unless something breaks her current driving force, which is grief. She wants peace after all, which is what will aid her in justifying her actions and doing what she believes is the right thing to do.

Caitlyn is becoming the very threat she accuses the Zaunites and Jinx of being, as in war there will always be the innocent that are caught in the cross fire.

[avenger09]

Code Eikon: FFXVI/Code Geass Crossover

Many things have decided the course of history, Ambition, Will, Love. But none more so then the that the Dominates, individuals gifted godlike power and able to transform into avatars.

Through their coveted power, nations have risen and fallen, as have those who wielded them.

Once many, now only eight are publicly known:

Pheonix, Dominate of Fire

Garuda, Dominate of Wind

Titan, Dominate of Earth

Ramuh, Dominate of Lightning

Shiva, Dominate of Ice

Leviathen, Dominate of Water

Bahamut, Dominate of Light

Odin, Dominate of Darkness

All others are remembered only in the annals of history, with Leviathen being the most recent to number among these lost eikon's, its dominate vanishing in a fierce battle with Shiva over the Bering Strait a century past. Yet hope remains by those who belive that these lost simple lay await for one's worthy of their blessings.

But as these giants quaked the earth with their presence, another power, known to only a few has coexisted in the shadows, veiled by its subtle graces, the power of Geass.

Tied to influencing the minds of men, save for those of the Dominates, it's proven eqully a blessing and a curse. Should one ever hold the power of both, there is to telling what upheaval will be unleashed. Could such a person save the world, or usher its ruin?

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Nations

Britannia - Eikon: Bahamut (Formerly: Knights of the Round)

An ever expanding nation, ruled by the Britannia royal family. Once able to call upon the spirit of the orignal Knights of the Round Table to fight in battle as host to the spirit of King Arthur himself by becoming a holy Paladin, however this power vanished from the Britannia bloodline when Charles Vi Britannia ascended the throne and began is imperialistic conquests.

It is clear to all, including Empeor himself, that those whom Britannia claim heritage to do not condone Britnania's self appointed reign over the world, but none dare speak this aloud for fear of losing face. Undeterred, Britannia instead makes use of the House Lesage, cousins to the royals, and dominates of Bahamut, the current being the beloved and courageous Prince Dion whose wings and flight of loyal dragoons, are a joyous sight to behold by Britannia forces, and dreaded by her enemies.

European Republic - Eikon: Titan

A conglomerate of nations and corporations bounded together by the promise of mutual gain and resistance against Britannia, the most powerful being DhalmekiCorp owned and headed by the Dominate of Titan, Hugo Kupka.

Though shrewd minded enough to leverage his influence as an invaluable asset, Hugo's infamous temper and the tremendous strength of Titan he wields is the true reason his word is often considered law among the European Council.

Rosaria (Annexed) - Eikon: Pheonix 

For years Rosaria stood as the sole nation able to resist Britannia on its own soil, by the grace of the Pheonix and the guile of the Rosfield line, they acted as a buffer between the bulk of the Imperial War machine and resource rich lands of its northern neighbor, fostering a strong fraternal alliance between the country's.

All this came to end sadly, when during a pilgrimage to the sacred site of Pheonix Gate the Duke and his loyal retinue came under attack by turncoats and Britannian black ops, in a traitorous plot engineered by the Duke''s own wife, Annabella, to gain favor with Britannia by returning them lands seceded.

During the fighting the Duke's two son's, Clive and the young Joshua, went missing, with the Duke Elwin found dead from gunshot wounds in his car a short distance from Pheonix Gate, the prevailing theory being that Joshua had primed for the first time during a failed getaway attempt with his father, only for his sickly body to become consumed by the power of the firebird, leaving no trace. However, despite the efforts of Britannia information suppression following Rosaria's annexation, survivor's of that terrible ordeal have been able to circulate that a second Eikon's flames may have burned that night, and that its dominant, along with the Rosfield's loyal canine Torgal, were seen being carried to parts unknown by a man in purple garb.

Silverplaine (Annexed) - Eikon: Shiva 

A land rich in natural splendour and resources. Long an ally to its neighbour Rosaria, the commonwealth and the duchy have held each other in high regard, safeguarding the other from the covetous eye of Britannia.

Japan (Annexed) - Eikon: Leviathen (Lost) 

A nation with a storied history, Japan's past is rife with various conflicts as warring factionsz sought to guide it's destiny, however upon the openingg of its borders Japan united as never before when it beheld the various powers which threatened to swallow the island whole.

Modernising at a rapid rate, Japan sought to secure it's position on the world stage as a force to be reckoned with by seeking dominion over the Pacific, it's impressive navy and air force, flaked by the dominate of water, Leviathen, seemingly invincible as it expanded across the waves. However these aspirations were literally forzen in their tracks when Japan's military excursions into the northern territories protected by the Silverplaine Commonwealth brought the attention of the Frost Maiden, Shiva herself, who sealed the Lord of the Depths beneath the very waves they commanded.

Without Leviathen, Japan retreated back into a period of isolationism, but as superpowers such as the Chinese Federation, and the European Republic began to arise, the nation switched tactics once more, hoping to secure it's independence by foster of stronger diplomatic ties with foreign powers such as Britannia,  which seemed promising initially, with the Emperor giving two of his own children, the Prince and Princess Leuloch and Nannaly, as ward's of the Japanese prime minister. Tragically this proved but a ploy, with Britannia invading and annexing the island with its new knightmare frames in a swift and brutal war which seemingly claimed the lives of the young Prince and Princess as victims in the crossfire.

Now Japan is a nation occupied, its people denied even the dignity of a name, save the designation of Area 11, as various factions arising to resist their conquerors even seven years since their  official surrender, from remnants of the army, to youths continuing the fight their elders began, with little success against the substantially more advanced occupying forces. But a unifying factor may yet deliver salvation from this tyranny, even from an unexpected source, while others yet cling to the hope of Leviathen's resurgence to enact vengeance in Japan's name, needless of the danger that such hatred filled tides may drown them along with their foes.

Waloed - Eikon: Odin and Garuda 

A rising superpower orignating from Scandinavia, for the last fifty years Waloed has steadily grown into a nation to be reckoned with under the rule of Barnabus Tharmr, who seized control of his homeland when his powers as the dominant of Odin manifested. Renown throughout the world as the "Last King" for being the only remaining monarch still recognized outside of Britannia, Barnabus has successfully beaten back every foe he's faced, with not even the most advanced knightmare frame being a match for the Warden of Darkness on the field.

While their initial expansion made them an opponent of the European Republic, Tharm was able to form a tentative peace with them when the Chinese Federation siezed the opportunity to take control of the E.R's Eureasan territory when Barnabus' campaign began, in exchange for acting as a buffer between the two powers.

Though its clear to all the Republic now regrets this bargian, having underestimated the amount of territory that Waloed had the abiltiy to hold once the Federal forces were evicted. Now they must tread carefully less Odin's eye again turns to their borders. But Odin alone is not their only advantage, for the last few decades Barnabus has sought out Dominates seemingly for the purpose of bringing them under his command and securing his kingdoms position, rather then eliminate rivals as others have done in the past, and while this objective has had a setback when the dominant of Ramuh split from Waloed, the dominant of Garuda, Benedikta Harman remains steadfast as the head of the Waloed Intelligence Bureau, who rumour had it continues to hunt for her former mentor across the globe. While Britannia had in the past been content in ignoring Waloed as a potential rival, that soon changed when Britannia sought to contest their  ownership of Iceland, marking the first official engagement between the two powers.

However Britannia is reluctant to escalate the conflict beyond skirmishe with the majority of their forces still engaged with the European Republic, all the same it led to a spectacular event for the opposing armies when word of Prince Dion joining the fight prompted a appearance from Barnabus himself, the Eikons of Light and Darkness clashing in the skies above Iceland soon after, the island yet remains in dispute.

What many subject is truly given Britannia pause is the existence of two massive submersible vessels capable of launching powerful burst missiles, as well as drone support, which guard the nation, preventing any large scale air or sea assaults, the only means that Britannia would have of reaching Waloed territory. Indeed so long as the Skinfaxi and Hrímfaxi remain operational, any hope of challenging Waloed directly will remain out of reach. 

[monowires]

Big profile textpost about my personal canon Shepard! There is a Lot of stuff under the readmore (I added the readmore so that y'all don't have to scroll 3,000ft to get past my post), just warning you.

COMMANDER JOHN SHEPARD

PRONOUNS: he/him | SEXUALITY: Gay | BIRTHDAY: April 11, 2154

AGE: 29 (ME1), 31 (ME2), 32 (ME3)

ORIGIN: Earthborn | BACKGROUND: Sole Survivor | CLASS: Adept

COMBAT ROLE: Long-Range Offensive Support

WEAPON SPECIALIZATIONS: Sniper Rifles (Primary), Assault Rifles & Handguns (Secondary)

DOES NOT USE: SMGs, Shotguns

BIOTIC SKILLS (ITALICIZED = MOST USED; BOLD = MOST PROFICIENT): Backlash, Barrier, Cluster Grenade, Flare, Lash, Pull, Reave, Shockwave, Singularity, Slam, Throw, Warp

NOTE 1: Backlash is a ME:A exclusive skill, but I like it so much (and am somewhat salty about it not being in the trilogy), so in my canon, Shepard knows this skill. I also felt it was unrealistic to confine him to 8 skills; while this is a gameplay mechanic, canonically there technically wouldn't be a limit on skills he can learn.

NOTE 2: He is also capable of deploying a spherical biotic shield (much like the ones deployed by asari, or by Cora in the beginning of ME:A). Because his specialization is long-range offense rather than defense, this exhausts him relatively quickly; it is something he only discovers via protecting his squad in a situation that would've otherwise killed them.

Shepard's combat style differs from that of a Vanguard or even most Adepts in that he prefers to maintain distance. He occupies a support-esque offensive role, backing his squad with sniper fire while deploying his biotics from range. Having trained for many years (both in- and outside of the N7 program), he has a refined control over his biotics and thus is capable of devastating the enemy with biotics regardless of the space between them. His most often used combat method is to deploy a Singularity field from range before picking them off with his sniper rifle.

Originally, Shepard was outfitted with L3 implants. During the Lazarus project, he was equipped with L5x implants. This upgrade allowed him to expand his arsenal of biotic skills. Though he lacked access to Alliance training facilities, he trained himself in these new skills with help from the many biotics aboard the SR-2. It was after his revival that he learned the skills Flare, Reave, and Slam.

MASS EFFECT 1 SPECIFICS:

MORALITY (BEGINNING OF GAME): Paragon (roughly 90% paragon, 10% renegade).

MORALITY (END OF GAME): Paragon (roughly 80% paragon, 20% renegade).

COMBAT DISPOSITION: Pacifist; violently capable, but often disinclined to engage in combat unless given no other choice.

GENERAL DISPOSITION: Though not optimistic to the point of ignorance, Shepard has a relatively bright outlook on his future. He has finally crawled out of the shadow of Akuze and reestablished his footing serving as Lieutenant-Commander on the Normandy SR-1. Though the images given to him by the Prothean beacon leave him troubled, it is more of a motivator than anything; Akuze left him without a sense of purpose, and stopping Saren/the Reapers allows him to have a central focus again.

He does, however, have a ruthless side, holding the mentality that sometimes the only way to get rid of a problem is to get rid of it.

RELATIONSHIPS: Shepard establishes a casual friendship with all of his crew; he does not consider himself a social person, though, and often avoids close relationships. Early on, he does develop a small crush on Kaidan, though it's more of a "wow, he's good looking" than anything else. He becomes close friends with him, growing to trust him outside of their Alliance-related relationship. Though his feelings deepen, both regulations and fear of rejection prevent him from ever acting upon them, and he is content to just be friends.

MAJOR CHOICES:

Recruited all potential companions/allies.

Saved the entire colony on Feros.

Released the Rachni Queen on Noveria.

Spared Balak on X-57.

Talked Wrex down on Virmire.

Saved Kaidan on Virmire.

Kept Kirrahe alive on Virmire.

Told Saren that Sovereign would betray him, avoiding the first half of his boss fight.

Saved the Council.

Chose Anderson as humanity's representative.

LESSER CHOICES:

Killed Fist himself.

Saved Rita's sister.

Intimidated Helena Blake into disbanding her gang.

Disabled the Rogue VI on Earth's Moon.

Hung up on the Council only once, after being challenged/taunted for saving the Feros colony.

Chose Renegade options in Garrus's dialogues.

Gave Tali the Geth data.

Recovered Wrex's family armor.

Completed all smaller assignments (i.e. the collection assignments or smaller tasks pertaining to NPCs).

MASS EFFECT 2 SPECIFICS:

MORALITY (BEGINNING OF GAME): Paragade (roughly 65% paragon, 35% renegade).

MORALITY (END OF GAME): Paragade (roughly 75% paragon, 25% renegade).

COMBAT DISPOSITION: Abrasive; prefers to shoot first, but does not stand for needless violence.

GENERAL DISPOSITION: Working with Cerberus leaves him distrustful, especially after having learned of their involvement with the Akuze disaster. He adopts a pessimistic/realistic viewpoint which contributes to the worsening of his scars. He is a bit more ruthless, often intimidating and/or harming people if they don't give him what he needs (though he doesn't behave violently towards civilians). He is still tethered to his own moral code, but has experienced a drastic upheaval in that he has been stripped of the Alliance identity he's maintained for the past 11 years.

He also somewhat blames himself for the destruction of the SR-1, a fact that is only worsened as the game progresses, since it's shown that Harbinger has a direct interest in him. This causes him to adopt a mindset wherein he feels that the only way to keep his crew safe is by eliminating threats at their source. Because of this, he will often seek revenge and/or refuse to show mercy to his enemies (unless taking revenge would endanger civilians/innocent people, in which case he relents, though it does stress him out to do so).

He has a more positive outlook towards the end of the game, though, when he manages to free himself of the Illusive Man's influence and reminds himself of who he is.

RELATIONSHIPS: Though wounded by Kaidan's distrust on Horizon, he does understand it. However, due to working with Cerberus, he is generally distrustful towards people and thus does not establish a solid support system as he did before. His friendship deepens with both Garrus and Joker, and he finds new friends in Kasumi, Samara, and Thane.

MAJOR CHOICES:

Recruited all potential companions/allies.

Completed all loyalty missions successfully.

Maintained cooperation between all companions.

Installed all Normandy upgrades (aside from the Med-Bay upgrade).

Saved Maelon's data.

Destroyed the Geth heretics.

Saved the entire SR-2 crew from the Collectors.

Destroyed the Collector Base.

Everyone survived the suicide mission.

LESSER CHOICES:

Completed all DLC/lesser assignments.

Sent David to Grissom Academy.

Let Veetor go with Tali.

Got Kal'Reegar to stand down.

Set the memorial at the SR-1 crash site.

MASS EFFECT 3 SPECIFICS:

MORALITY (BEGINNING OF GAME): Paragade (roughly 75% paragon, 25% renegade).

MORALITY (END OF GAME): Renegon (roughly 20% paragon, 80% renegade).

COMBAT DISPOSITION: Violent; shows no weakness or mercy, especially with Cerberus. Does his best to avoid civilian casualties but acknowledges them as often being unavoidable.

GENERAL DISPOSITION: The invasion of the Reapers despite his warnings causes Shepard a great deal of stress. Dealing with his stresses alone while also having his worst fears realized causes him to become more abrasive. As the war progresses, his patience grows thinner and thinner, especially as the expectations placed upon him seem to only grow in magnitude. Hardened by the obvious fact that his word only matters when it conveniences others, he adopts a colder personality. He detaches himself from the war, unable to psychologically handle the stress otherwise, and views things in black and white.

However, he is not evil, and is in fact often overburdened with his own sense of empathy and responsibility. The major shift in his psyche occurs on Thessia, as he holds himself completely responsible for the deaths after his defeat—both on and off the planet. After this defeat, his taste for revenge which began in ME2 grows stronger, as he knows that the only way to truly put things to rest between himself and Kai Leng would be to kill him.

He struggles with his morality, too, as combat inevitably becomes his only outlet; this subsequently causes a subconscious inclination towards violence, as it is one of his only methods of release. He is prone to violent reactions in the face of adversaries, though he does not act without thought (with the exception of the Omega DLC, where he restarted the reactor without hesitation despite the consequences; this was because he refused to allow Cerberus to try and get the upper hand on him again by manipulating his qualities).

NOTE: It's important that I emphasize his shift towards Renegade is a direct result of his traumas/their aftermath. He is not by any means intended to be a "cruel for the sake of it" kind of charcter.

RELATIONSHIPS: Despite his inner turmoil, Shepard actually develops closer relationships over the course of the war, partially because he recognizes that he may never otherwise get the chance. His closest friends are Garrus, Joker, and EDI. He initiates a romantic relationship with Kaidan, which is maintained even after the game's ending.

MAJOR CHOICES:

Chose Paragon options in the conversations with Kaidan on Mars; automatically had his trust by the end of Priority: Citadel (II).

Revealed the Shroud sabotage to Eve and Wrex.

Disabled the Geth fighter squadrons.

Saved Admiral Koris.

Brokered peace between the Geth and the Quarians.

Saved the Rachni Queen a second time.

Achieved the Destroy Ending with necessary TMS to get the bonus scene, thus confirming his survival.

LESSER CHOICES:

Rescued Grissom Academy's students.

Saved Samara on Lesuss.

Killed both his clone and Brooks in the Citadel DLC.

Held a revenge-driven/hostile attitude during the Omega DLC.

Restarted the reactor (Renegade interrupt) during the Omega DLC.

[fortunegambled]

this list of luxord's thoughts (and feelings, if we dare to be so bold) of his fellow members of organization xiii is not in a rigid order. generally, i do have those he likes more towards the top (with the four memorialized in the gambler nobodies at the very top, of course) and those he likes least towards the bottom — although there are some complicated situations and this is not a wholly linear list.

larxene - xii - the hanged man : what a remarkable woman, isn't she? while luxord often (and vocally) does not support her constant and open antagonizing of some of the other members and has been known to intervene to at least put a hold on whatever is happening, he's also been known to hang out and bitch with her. he can't help but admire her spark and wit, and he'll say as much. there is a fair share of platonic flirting from him in her direction.

marluxia - xi - justice : similar to larxene, luxord finds marluxia fun to be around. they tend to enable each other when it comes to using words that make others have to think about what they're saying, and they can usually exist on a fairly similar wavelength. that said, they never got to know each other well, with marluxia's time in the organization being so short-lived.

vexen - iv - the emperor : it's difficult for luxord to see eye-to-eye with vexen in some regards, as very basic aspects of their personalities clash... and yet he's fond of vexen and the banter those differences necessitate. he's challenging, and luxord does enjoy a challenge. there is some flirting in vexen's direction, although it isn't as obvious as it could be.

lexaeus - v - the hierophant : these two exist on a similar wavelength, but in the opposite direction of luxord's camaraderie with marluxia; these two can simply exist around each other in a very calm way, with only minimal chatter... and it doesn't get awkward. they simply are.

xigbar - ii - the high priestess : xigbar... is a complicated one. on one hand, xigbar is one of luxord's favorites to be around for a myriad of reasons. on the other hand, he doesn't trust xigbar — which is something partly due to his status as number ii, and partly due to something about him setting luxord on-edge at times. that said, xigbar is the other one luxord will flirt with. such is life.

demyx - ix - the hermit : i hesitate to say that he likes demyx beyond finding him to be amusing at times, but he does defend demyx nonetheless. there is definitely more solidarity once they're the only "new members" of no import left behind once the castle oblivion crew fails to return.

roxas - xiii - death : as he says, he envies the children. that said... his interactions with roxas leave something to be desired. he's a rather dense child, and that's something luxord finds difficult to deal with. his own difficulty engaging aside, he sincerely wants the best for roxas.

xion - xiv - temperance : oh, xion... he never gets to spend much time with her, so most of his feelings (forgetting aside) are like those of roxas. but know that he would like her more than him in the present if they all hung out.

axel - viii - strength : luxord calls axel a grifter till the end, and it's delivered with a fond tone, but it isn't a fond word — and that dichotomy perfectly summarizes his feelings on axel. he finds him fun to be around, and he'll gladly spend casual time with him... but he does not trust axel, and that lack of trust only becomes more apparent when axel is the sole survivor of castle oblivion.

zexion - vi - the lovers : he does not trust zexion, but he also pities him. luxord's smart enough to do the math and knows that zexion was young when this all started, and something about that doesn't settle right. but there's also nothing he can do about it, so all he can do is sit back and mind his distance.

saïx - vii - the chariot : similar to zexion, honestly, but a bit more begrudging. this is particularly ironic due to the plot of khiii, but luxord is unaware of that entire scheme. as it stands in his awareness, saïx is not someone to trust due to his tendency to curry favor of xemnas.

xemnas - i - the magician : xemnas is the biggest question mark to luxord. he lacks the reverence and fear most other members have for the superior, but that does not make them friendly. xemnas is his boss, nothing more — and not a boss he particularly cares for, at that.

xaldin - iii - the empress : something about xaldin... they just do not click, but not in a fun way. xaldin's incredibly divorced energy just does something to luxord that isn't particularly pleasant, and add that to the way that xaldin seems to lean into nobodies not existing as a hard rule in speech like metaphors and wordplay do not exist...

[verysickofthisshit]

i am very Tired of people ignoring how severely traumatized vi is. like ok i get it jinx is a lot more noticeably Not Okay, but r we seriously going to look at jinx say “omg her childhood was so traumatic” when vi took the brunt of a lot of their traumatic experiences in her earlier childhood?? 

vi at like 10-12 led her little sister on a bridge that was on fire and filled with enforcers and dead bodies to go find their parents only to stumble across her mothers fucking corpse (some ppl think that she witnessed their deaths but idk). bc their parents were now dead vi immediately assumed a parental role which caused her to lose more of her already stolen childhood in an effort to protect jinx. 

she held a lot of responsibility for a teenager and was assigned leader/parent to her siblings. most of what she did was to help her family and community. ive seen some people say that she kind of imprinted onto vander when they first see him meaning she adopted the kind of personality he had then. shes brash and blunt and willing to take all different manners of pain to protect her family. i would bet that theres a sense of fear of losing them because she lost her parents. vi feels guilty for really anything because she feels that leadership and responsibility with all of her friends and family. 

so not only is she putting herself in physical danger to protect her family but she also torments herself if she fails or slips up. then in a desperate effort to save her father figure who raised her and taught her and saved her, she finds out her little sister accidentally just killed their entire adoptive family. so she lashes out in one of the few ways she knows how which is physically. is it okay?? fuck no. but understandable? yeah. she literally lost everything in the span of minutes. then she turns around and finds out that the reason for all of this is her little sister who came along even though she was told not to. 

so its a matter of loss of control and a loss of family and crushing guilt because she failed to protect them. i think something that really stands out too is how in ep 1 or 2 vander gives vi the whole leadership lecture “you say light a fire they show up with oil” which is essentially “you are responsible for the outcomes of your leadership decisions” the whole effort to save vander was coordinated by vi. this rescue mission ended with her and powder being the sole survivors of her family. 

then she’s thrown into prison at 14-17 until she is in her early or mid twenties. in stillwater she is physically and psychologically abused for six straight years. her sole outlet for all her guilt and grief is anger. so she builds a reputation for herself knowing there is no end of her sentence in sight and with the crushing fear that her little sister, who she hurt and abandoned (in her mind), is dead. she brutalizes other inmates and lands herself into solitary confinement often. 

then when she’s broken out she experiences a sort of culture shock with how much the lanes have changed, the shimmer problem worsening, and the way the last drop has gone from welcoming and gruff to barred off and threatening. she expresses herself in her go to coping mechanism which is beat the shit out of other people and getting the shit beat out of herself. she learns that her little sister is still alive but is working for silco. 

there HAS to be a level of betrayal and anger in that. i don’t believe it overrides her sheer relief and hope at the knowledge of her little sister being alive, but i believe its still very much there. silco cultivated the environment in which their family was slaughtered, took over their childhood home, and corrupted the undercity with swathes of shimmer. 

i looked away from my screen and stopped hyperfocusing uh.. im gonna finish this off the best i can but im stupid and i hear every noise now.

moving beyond into act 3 where do we even fucking start. okay, her sister shooting her?? terrifying. it is very hard for vi to understand just how much jinx has changed over the years. then believing to witness her death, you can see in the council scene just how apathetic she has become. 

the tea party scene and leadup i think are the scariest scenes in the show. jinx is clearly drugged out from her slow and borderline slurring voice. she puts vi in a very vulnerable situation that demands full trust from her, while she does get that in jinx’s eyes (from my opinion) vi hasn’t fully passed the test. vi is literally forced to choose between killing caitlyn (someone she has become very emotionally attached too) and leaving jinx (her little sister who she thought was dead for years). this is so traumatic i cannot believe ppl are glossing over this. my brain is loud and i cant think anymore but like... so tired of ppl not really paying attention and seeing how traumatized so many of the characters are and instead focusing so heavily on jinx. yes jinx is the heart of the show, yes she is incredible mental illness representation, yes she is a fantastic fucking character, but she is not the only one.

[havendance]

6 10 27

6. Favorite title you used

I really love Batman for Dummies for being fun, but since that one I started last year, let's go with Neither Heir nor Spare (The Sole Survivor) for capturing the vibe.

10. What work was the quickest to write?

Probably one of the drabbles, let's say Fathers.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

I listen to a lot of instrumental music! This year I've got a playlist of mostly music from Final Fantasy VI that I've been listening to a lot.

[kleinewahines]

V: Orthrus (i'm being lazy again)

Mass Effect Verse

Vi Commander Vi Shepard. Colonist, sole survivor. Soldier. No biotics to speak of and doesn't want them. Actually really fucking hates being around biotics due to an event early in her military career (commiserating with Vega on this is a huge source of comfort for Vi). 'Lost' Powder on Mindoir.

Micah Tasked with helping those who left Cerberus for whatever reason, she makes sure everyone's health is on the up and up. Because of her neurology training, she helps the almost Indoctrinated the most. Is involved only slightly in the Crucible Project, if only because there isn't much cause for a neuropathologist on such an engineering project. She is just meant to track peoples' neurology to search for any Indoctrinated saboteurs.

Jessie Biotic and loving it. She stole the latest amp coming out of the company she works for and nobody knows it and she lies on all her forms about which amp she has. Ostensibly is only in biotic research anyway, has no contract or contact with the Alliance. As with Micah, no work with the Crucible.

Kath N7 Marine a few years before either Leng or Shepard were in the program but after the First Contact War. During an assignment, was exposed to demozane in an explosion which broke a number of bones from the chest down. Is technically retired now but does work security for the Crucible Project.

[matrotas-muse-hub]

Potential Muses - Part Two

Continued from here, same deal as before. I’ve listed eight more muses below the cut, muses which are not officially part of this blog but may end up on here at some point. If there’s any interest in knowing more about them or starting a thread, hmu!

Lionel / Guardian - Lionel was originally a tool - nothing but a shield for a faction called V’aarn Athil, a radical sect of psychics who fought the void’s encroachment on the material plane. After his base was wiped out, he lost his memory and was found by a farmer. When he instinctually used his psychic powers to heal the farmer during a prayer, the farmer mistakenly assumed Lionel had been blessed by the god of light, and had become a paladin. Lionel, not knowing any better, became a follower of the light god. He travels the world seeking to help others using psychic powers he believes to be divine.

Ren’dalar Eventide (art by filibusterfrog​) - A shadar-kai swiftblade who died trying to stop a mad wizard from completing an ascension ritual to transform himself into a dragon. The ritual went haywire, trapping the mad wizard - now a dragon - and Ren’dalar in an endless cycle of reincarnation. The two have been fighting and killing one another for thousands of years.

Rob Wylde - A human sellsword who spent many years as a bandit. After killing some adventurers in a brutal conflict alongside the remnants of his old band, Rob, the sole survivor, finished the adventurer’s contract in hopes to cash in on their quest. He was scouted by some other adventurers when he showed up at the guild and, with no bandit troupe to return to, he decided to try the life of a “legal” mercenary.

Sir Rowan Adelard - A knight by social class alone, Sir Rowan Adelard is a skilled warrior who uses feints and sleight of hand to get the upper hand in combat, a man with little aversion to “fighting dirty.” He is a staunch defender of the people, and some rumors say he even has ties to a rogueish syndicate. But that would be preposterous, seeing how he’s a knight and all!

Theran Stryker - Son of the famed hero Scout Stryker, Theran has always lived in his fathers’ shadow. He grew up on the road, never having a stable home and never knowing his mother who died giving birth to him. Forced to learn the ways of the warrior from a living legend of a father, Theran fell short, unable to match up to his dad. After failing a particularly important mission, his father decided Theran needs to travel alone, as he cannot accompany him forever. While his father saw this as a push towards independence, Theran saw it as a betrayal, as if he had been disowned.

Vaelin Goldenbrow - Vaelin is a high elf scholar who taught at a rather diverse school for people from all over the world. After his only daughter marries a human, Vaelin fears for her happiness as she is bound to far outlive him. Wanting his daughter’s marriage to be a long and happy one, Vaelin sets out on a journey to unlock the secrets of chronomancy - looking for a way to make his new son-in-law age much, much slower.

Vivian Song - Vivian, or Vi (pronounced “vee”) as some of her friends call her, is a narcoleptic noblewoman. Frail since birth, she is visited by a god in her dreams who promises her health in exchange for her worship. She accepts, finding herself slowly becoming more physically fit. Once she feels confident, Vivian steals some armor from her family’s storehouse and runs away, hoping to make good use of the divine magic she’s now acquired. She dreams of getting rich quick and retiring, sleeping all day in a comfy bed with servants to bring her food and tend to her needs.

Willow Belvari - Willow is a priestess, a holy woman known for having an interest in scholarly pursuits. What people don’t know is that she is in fact a void fanatic, obsessed with eldritch knowledge that would break the mind of a lesser mortal. She dreams of joining the horrors who lurk beyond the stars - not as a servant, but as an equal.

[iinfiltrator]

#IINFILTRATOR ——— independent commander shepard of bioware's mass effect trilogy. earthborn, sole survivor, paragon. canon ships are shiara and shali. established august 2014. rebooted in april 2024. anti-bioware. partners must be 21+ (minors please do not interact). written by chaya (30+ she/her). low activity. 

this story is an exploration of: heroism through unwavering faith, equanimity in the face of monstrosity, dispensing justice and equality above all else, healing the universe while others seek to destroy it, and most importantly, shielding those who cannot protect themselves. 

LINKS.   i. refresh. ii. askbox. iii. google doc. iv. threads list. v. pinterest. vi. blogroll.

[pathfinder-inquisitor]

My Mass Effect Characters Masterpost

So I figured I should probably have a master post for my Mass Effect characters; my Shepard, Ryder, and OCS with basic information about them. * = will add more about this character

Original Trilogy

Commander Athena Shepard

Earthborn, War Hero

Infiltrator

80% paragon, 20% renegade

Childhood best friends with Lillith; they're practically sisters in every aspect except biological

Was an orphan living on the streets until Lillith's aunt took her in

Romances Garrus

Survives the Reaper war

Lillith Caine

Earthborn, Sole Survivor

Infiltrator

60% paragon, 40% renegade

Her parents died when she was an infant and her maternal aunt took her in and raised her alongside her family

Childhood best friends with Athena; they're practically sisters

Romances Thane

She does not like Jacob

Her entire biological family dies to the Reapers on Earth. She finds out a day after Thane's death

Does not survive the Reaper war; goes to the Citadel in Athena's place and dies choosing the synthesis ending

*Cielle Winters

Spacer

Adept

95% paragon, 5% renegade

Romances Kaidan

During the events of ME2, she and Kaidan were on a break (caused by her joining Chakwas on the Normandy) so she went on a date with Jacob. It didn't go well (he flirted with the waitress. A lot), which caused Lillith to greatly dislike the man.

Is Doctor Chakwas' intern; is in training to become a warship doctor - something her parents disapprove of

Survives the Reaper war

Andromeda

Pathfinder Taliyah Ryder

Infiltrator

Casual and Emotional

Twin sister to Finn

Cousin to Scott and Sara

Romances Reyes

Has a remnant VI bot named Tars and an assault turret named Admiral

*Finnigan "Finn" Ryder

Engineer

Casual and Logical

Twin brother to Taliyah

Cousin to Scott and Sara

Romances Vetra

Has a drone named Kase

*Scott Ryder

Vanguard

Casual and Professional

Older brother of Sara

Cousin to Taliyah and Finn

Romances Cora

*Sara Ryder

Adept

Logical and Professional

Younger sister to Scott

Cousin to Taliyah and Finn

Romances Jaal

Left the Milky Way engaged, and left the Nexus no longer engaged. Her experience with her ex-fiance left her very hurt and weary of new people, so she built a wall around herself to protect herself. She also had no intentions of pursuing any romantic relationships for the foreseeable future. That is until Jaal joined the Tempest.

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I like being this close - Paladin Danse x Sole Survivor Fanfic

This is the 10 part of a series of fics im writing lately, the order will be:

Falling or not?

Danse cuenta de algo

May I use your shower?

Volver a tener algo

Addicted to Chems

Fooling around together

Sleeping for nightmares

Traumas at the Commonwealth

Being awake

I like being this close

Im actually changing the order the more I write for this ship, also I write in English and Spanish but sometimes I feel like more writing a 20 pages fic in a certain language of course

Bien no estoy teniendo la idea más inteligente pero estoy probando de esta tecnología de escribir fanfics hablando literalmente hablando. Tengo una aplicación que me pasa lo que yo le hablo al micrófono a texto y así que la estoy probando para escribir por qué porque yo escribo mucho y el tema es que tengo un trabajo donde viajo mucho y no siempre estoy sentada con la computadora escribiendo fanfics horny en medio del viaje. Tipo a mí no me importa estar en medio de toda la gente estar escribiendo “Arthur are you my bitch?”  tipo a mí no me importa estar escribiendo esas cosas pero no siempre estoy sentada para sacar la computadora y escribir. Hay muchas veces que tengo que caminar y estoy caminando en un barrio de noche medio pesado pero bueno vamos a hacer esta prueba de a ver qué tal sale. Vi que tengo que corregir las comas y los puntos y demás cosas. Pero también me gusta la idea de escribir medio en primera persona ,me gusta, me gusta. Así que vamos a probar así de paso me saco fanfics encima porque estoy capitalizando lo más posible todo el tiempo que tengo y el tiempo caminando también lo tengo que capitalizar. Podría estudiar. Hay una realidad y es que lo podría estar usando para estudiar pero vamos a probar escribir un fanfanfic hablado .

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Nate ha vuelto a Sanctuary Hills después de dos semanas, tal vez tres de estar simplemente rondando por la Commonwealth a los pedidos de los asentamientos. El Instituto había sido destruido ya hace un tiempo atrás pero eso no significa que el trabajo estaba hecho había  mucho mucho mucho trabajo por hacer  todavía. Qué si un asentamiento necesitaba insumos, que si otro asentamiento necesitaba una cerca, que si otro asentamiento tenía un puesto de supermutantes cerca que los estaba hostigando. Había muchas cosas que hacer  y chapas que recolectar también. Nate era codicioso, le gustaban las chapas capaz no las usaba por qué tenía un muy buen carisma para conseguir mejores precios, también hacía mucho canje, mucho trueque pero le gustaban las chapas. Y eso le estaba jugando muy a favor a la hora de buscar más trabajos porque él no era precisamente muy selectivo incluso acuestas de su propia vida lo cual a Danse no le gustaba para nada. Ambos habían destruido el Instituto junto a los minutmen, Preston estuvo ahí todo el tiempo pero Danse sería el compañero predilecto de Nate el día que necesitaba las fuerzas para enfrentar a su hijo.

Estuvo ahí para la destrucción del instituto incluso cuando Danse ya no era parte de la hermandad del acero porque él lo escogio, porque Nate siempre los escogería a él, lo quería tener a su lado y tenerlo protegido Incluso en el momento más peligroso de todos los que había enfrentado en su vida incluso la guerra antes  no había sido tan peligrosa como tener que poner una bomba en un reactor nuclear de una sociedad subterránea de científicos que sobrevivió al bombardeo pero con Danse a su lado destruyeron el Instituto juntos.

Pero había trabajo para hacer y el general de los Minutemen no le hacía asco a nada, como si fuera un mercenario, hacía trabajos de liderazgo, ayudaba, introducía, reclutaba miembros, conseguía provisiones, balaceaba supermutantes y bestias, cazaba, movía suministros, ayudaba caravanas, escoltaba personas, construía, mejoraba, proponía ideas, armaba patrullas y defensas…y Danse quedaba en Sanctuary Hills, como estaba excluido a la hermandad ya que el general lo salvó y él quiso vivir a su lado ahora se quedaba ahí esperando a que Nate volviera, por que ahora no podían salir mas juntos, o eso era lo que el decía, que no quería arriesgarlo a que lo viera una patrulla de la hermandad y le disparara.

Nate no se quería permitir perderlo, no podía perder a alguien querido de nuevo, si se había tenido que enamorar estaba bien, lo aceptaría, le gustaba tener estos sentimientos pero el miedo que sentía de perderlo era…grande…y si todo afuera era una amenaza prefería tomar a otro compañero de viaje para sus salidas, así fueran largas.

Oh claro por que Danse se quedaba en el asentamiento, pero Nate se llevaba compañía, siempre, siempre iba acompañado, la realidad es que el era un peleador solitario, el agarraba su bate brillante y reventaba cabezas, piernas, tobillos, daba golpes con el servopuño al estomago, la cara, el pecho…casi nunca se apoyaba en sus compañeros para pelear, pocas veces, en realidad decía que lo hacìa, y Danse podía verlo, solo para poder usarlos de mochila, para que le llevaran su basura.

El único superviviente era super super mugroso y basurero, agarraba de todo, que si la bandeja de aluminio para reparar una servoarmadura, que si el bidón de aceite para hacer una torreta en el asentamiento que tenemos a 8 horas de distancia caminando, que si la llave para hacer acero por si nos hace falta…no necesitaba un escolta, no necesitaba protección, necesitaba una maldita caravana para cargar con toda la basura que levantaba en el camino.

Danse había sufrido esto, y era consiente que le pasaba a todos sus compañeros también. Pero igualmente cuando el salía con alguien más…aunque ya hubiese dejado de temer TANTO por su vida y su bienestar…se sentía solo.

Después de todo el paladín había perdido su propósito en la vida, el rango y el puesto por el que tantos años le había dedicado la espalda a la hermandad ya no le valían de nada, todo el mundo lo odiaba, lo despreciaba, lo habían apartado de esa vida…estaba bien, el había también decidido vivir para estar al lado de el general pero estaba solo, indudablemente solo cuando el no estaba…

Así que Nate había vuelto, y después de casi 3 semanas sin poder bañarse con agua caliente, con la ropa sucia, mal comido y con la espalda reventada de cargar TANTO encima…cuando la puerta de su casa se cerró detrás suyo lo primero que hizo fue tirar todo al suelo, suspirando aliviado cuando su espalda se estiro como correspondía, los huesos de su cuello crujiéndole de la mala posición que tuvo toda la mañana caminando de vuelta hasta el asentamiento cargando una mochila tan pesada.

-Codsworth! –llamo, el robot al menos siempre debía estar en casa a menos que se lo llevara con el. Y así fue, el robot apareció por el pasillo que llevaba a  los otros lados de la casa.

-Bienvenido de nuevo señor! –alrededor de su amo había un montón de cosas, una mochila con lo que como de costumbre sería basura, unos hilos con latas pegadas, muchas armas, armadura de artillero, una pelota de goma, una bolsa de cemento- me alegro mucho de verlo de nuevo! Necesita ayuda con eso? –por lo general era su rutina cuando Nate volvía del yermo.

-Si, por favor organiza cada cosa en los estantes del garage, yo iré a calentar agua para darme un baño

-No hay problema señor

Detrás de su casa había un fogón con ollas muy muy grandes para agua, una olla de agua caliente y otra de agua tibia sería suficiente para llenar la tina y poder bañarse, pero el agua primero tenía que empezar a hervir.

Hace un buen tiempo le pidió ayuda al expaladin para que ambos con las servoarmaduras y la ayuda de una carava transportaran una bañera de porcelana en muy buen estado directamente desde el museo de brujería hasta su casa en Sanctuary… no había tuberías, no había servicio de gas para calentar agua, todo había que hacerlo a cubetas  y bidones por que no había forma de desechar agua así que no tenía sentido intentar reparar su antiguo baño, capaz la ducha si pero la realidad es que le convenía bañarse más en algo donde pudiera controlar el agua, de todas maneras el agua ligeramente sucia en jabón o grasas la reutilizaban, con eso limpiaban las calles del el vecindario cuando los animales de rebaño hacían de las suyas, así que estaba bien, si podía vaciar la bañera con una manguera y unas cubetas le iba a servir a todo el mundo.

Escoltaron a una caravana durante medio día de caminata desde el museo de brujería donde estaba la bañera bien conservada hasta Sanctuary y el chiste le había salido una buena cantidad de chapas por el viaje pero oh dios cada dia que la usaba valía la pena

Hablando de la bañera y de el paladín ¿Donde estaba Danse? Porque toda este tren de pensamientos le hizo preguntarse por él ¿Y por qué no lo había visto? ¿y porque solamente lo había recibido su robot mayordomo? bueno lo había dejado solo en Sanctuary y era muy consciente que Dance no tenía nada que hacer ahí,  no quería hacer nada ahí  y que estaba simplemente ahí por él que tampoco lo quería llevar afuera. No quería que lo lastimen, no quería que lo vieran, no quería que se enfrentara en peleas con otros miembros de la hermandad que fueron sus compañeros en el pasado.

 Iban a quedarse por muy buen rato en la Commonwealth  y no sabía qué hacer con ese problema a futuro porque no podía dejarlo por siempre encerrado en el vecindario y el no tenía el interés de estarlo, por ahora lo estaba haciendo solamente por él. Por qué le había salvado la vida y le debía eso, no es que le debía obediencia ni nada  no lo había salvado con ese propósito por supuesto pero estaba bueno tener su obediencia y sus lealtad, era práctico, conveniente, hacía las cosas más fáciles. Al fin y al cabo es muy difícil tener control sobre las cosas en los yermos.

Si estaba afuera capaz sí estaba interactuando con la gente en estas tres semanas que él se fue capaz tuvo un poco de interés la realidad es que era poco probable, lo dudaba, dudaba que ese pudiera ser el caso, esperaba que fuera el caso a lo mejor simplemente estaba afuera ayudando a alguien reparando una cerca, ayudando con una máquina o con un entrenamiento lo que sea, le hubiera venido bien que fuera al caso así conseguía un nuevo motivo y una nueva razón para vivir, le vendría bien que tuviera de nuevo un propósito.

Así que de todas maneras pese a  la pregunta que tenía prendió el fuego y el agua comenzó a hervir al no mucho tiempo sintiendo el vapor golpearle la cara, fue a buscar un guante de cocina y agarro la olla para vaciarla en la bañera. Fue a buscar otra cubeta esta vez con agua fría para también vaciarla y hacer agua tibia para poder darse un baño un baño de agua tibia. Era realmente un lujo: es un lujo porque era complicado de llevar a cabo porque necesitabas una bañera o un lugar donde depositar tanta agua en primer lugar, necesitas una manera de sacar toda esa agua de ahí que no es estanque. Y por supuesto una manera de calentar el agua lo más común y lo más fácil era obviamente usar una cubeta o una olla y hervir el agua. Así que esto en las afueras del Prydwen es  realmente un lujo, su lujito después de trabajar casi tres semanas muy duro consiguiendo chapas afuera.

Cuando metió los dedos en el agua y está ya estaba a una temperatura que le gustaba aprovecho a prender la radio en su pipboy, se desvistió y metió a bañarse, sumergiendo la cabeza bajo el agua cálida por un buen rato, disfrutando la sensación de vacío que le daba la falta de sonidos estando bajo el agua, queriendo relajar un poco la mente, así hasta que tuvo que salir a respirar, tomando una gran bocanada de aire y apoyando los brazos en los lados de la bañera relajando los hombros.

-Codsworth! –llamo al robot desde lejos.

-Si señor? –le respondió el mismo usando su amplificador desde otra habitación.

-Sírveme una copa de Bourvon por favor –dijo al mismo tiempo que sumergía los hombros en el agua.

-Todavía no ha almorzado señor!

-Pues entonces también pásame una lata de Cram y un tenedor –un poco de sodio radiactivo y grasas saturadas con vino no se oía tan mal tomando un baño caliente.

La imagen de Codsworth entregándole a Nate una copa de vino mientras el sostenía una lata de carne con un tenedor desnudo en la bañera era como mínimo graciosa. Total que importaba? El mundo se había acabado, no le debía apariencias ni buenos modales a nadie.

Estaba a punto de darle el último bocado a su pastel de carne radioactivo cuando una voz lo llamo desde el marco de la puerta.

-Si no fuera por que ya tengo el garaje lleno de chatarra de nuevo no me hubiera enterado que volviste –Nate volteo a ver al paladín y sonrío, extendiendo una mano hacia el, pero no la tomaría, se veía molesto.

-Volvi hace menos de media hora, me preguntaba donde estabas! –aunque Danse estuviera enojado Nate estaba genuinamente feliz de verle la cara.

-No se nota –le dijo mirando hacia el agua caliente.

-Estuviste trabajando afuera verdad? –las botas llenas de tierra seca del hombre lo delataban- venga, el agua esta caliente.

-Voy a ensuciar el agua

-No importa –el corazón de Danse se enternecía cada vez que el no…lo rechazaba…no importa la situación- ven y relájate un poco.

Sin mirarle demasiado para que no se creyese que estaba todo bien aprovecho y tomo un sorbo de vino, comenzando a desvestirse. Nate le dio el último bocado a su tenedor y dejo la lata a un lado de la bañera esperando por el.

-Yo voy a estirar las piernas –ulala. Ambos siempre hacían un pequeño acuerdo sobre quien podía tener las piernas estiradas a full en la bañera y quien tenía que cerrarlas, evidentemente hoy estaba furioso y a Nate le convenía tener las piernas cerradas.

Y así lo hizo, y Danse se metió a la bañera, sumergiendo los hombros por un buen rato cerrando los ojos mientras el otro hombre tomaba un poco de vino , hasta que después de unos minutos meditando salio y apoyo los brazos sobre el borde, relajando el cuello dejando caer la cabeza.

-Codsworth! –grito el general para el robot trabajando en la otra habitación- tráeme la botella entera! Que ahora somos 2!

-3 semanas –susurro el expaladin- casi 3 semanas sin poner un pie en Sactuary.

Nate trago saliva -2 semanas y 3 días –el expaladin lo miró mal- bueno sabes que Strong tiene el culo pesado para moverse, las largas distancias no son su especialidad.

-En las transmisiones de radio siempre me cambiabas la fecha en la que volverías, tenías que volver hace 3 días

-Lo siento –no iba a excusarse por que no tenía como, bebió de nuevo de la copa, tenía trabajos por hacer –sabés? la guerra duro unos cuantos años y hubo momentos de depresión, cuando yo era joven a mi padre le preguntaban que como estaba y el decía que bien, cansado, por suerte con mucho trabajo

El expaladin guardo silencio y apoyo el mentón sobre su brazo mirando a la pared. El sonido de la turbina del robot se oía a lo lejos junto con los sonidos inherentes a su condición mecánica acercándose. Codsworth entro en el baño en ese momento, entregándole la botella de vino a su dueño y salió

-Eso nada tiene que ver con esto –dijo el expaladin con amargura, tomando el el último trago de vino en la copa hasta que Nate se la quitó para servir otro trago hasta arriba

-Lo siento –repitió, sabía que para el era difícil quedarse solo esperando, sin un motivo ni propósito en una vida casi tan tranquila como la que Sacntuary podía ofrecerle uno solo podía…volverse loco- al menos nos estamos bañando juntos no?

-Oh si esto me recuerda a esa vez que nos bañamos juntos y fuiste un total hijo de perra conmigo

-Eso fue…diferente-dijo quitándole la copa de las manos y bebiendo el- hay que decir que lo estaba haciendo bastante evidente como para que te hicieras el sorprendido preguntándome si de verdad estaba enamorado de ti

-Nunca se me dieron bien estas cosas

Estas últimas 3 semanas habían sido muy duras  y complicadas, sobre todo para Nate que cada vez se sentía más y más debilitado ante el hechizo de amor que el paladin le había lanzado. Cada perra palabra que el hombre le dedicaba le hacía aguas las rodillas como una quinceañera y lo dejaba bobo por el resto del día, estaban juntos todo el día, viajaban y trabajaban juntos, no se daban descanso y aún así no se acostumbraba a que fuera tan naturalmente caballeroso.

Ojala no fuera así, ojala se fijara en el como el de otra manera distinta. Si el ya le había coqueteado! Y no había dicho ni si ni no! Osea no había dicho que si pero tampoco dijo un explícito no! Que si lo pensaría, que no estaba acostumbrado, que no se lo esperaba, tantas cosas pero ninguna no!

Llevaba semanas intentando…que surgiera algo más! Pero el paladin esquivaba cada uno de sus acercamientos aveces de manera muy tonta arruinando el momento y aveces la verdad sea dicha es que no era su culpa, si una bala disparada entre medio de ellos se interponía pues no le quedaba de otra que interrumpir el momento romántico y muchas cosas interrumpían, disparos particularmente, la Commonwealth es peligrosa después de todo.

No se iba a rendir, por que le gustaba un montón.

Cuando vio una bañera de porcelana en el museo de brujería automáticamente pensó en el, así que volvieron a Sacntuary para poder Nate tomar una servoarmadura de las que tenía guardadas, recobrar fuerzas y provisiones, hacerles un service a las dos servos y tomaron una caravana hasta el ahora limpio de Deathclaws museo de brujería para recuperar esa bañera para su casa…y funciono! Al llegar allí la levantaron entre ambos, la bajaron del museo afuera y la cargaron en la caravana que los estaba esperando. Nate pago las chapas prometidas por el servicio, muchas más chapas de las que Danse se podía imaginar tener en la mano ciertamente y ambos volvieron escoltando a la caravana que cargaba la bañera de porcelana a pie hasta Sanctuary Hills otra vez, era una carga pesada y ciertamente querían proteger la mercadería el tiempo que fuera necesario.

Cuando llegaron a su casa en Sactuary y la instalaron en el baño que Codsworth limpio y pulió ambos chocaron los 5 aún con las servoarmaduras puestas, riendo, cansados, pero este era uno de esos momentos masculinos donde hacían actividades de mucha fuerza para construir algo y lo disfrutaban! Extrañaba eso de sus amigos del vecindario antes de que explotaran las bombas

-Pues lo mínimo que podemos hacer es estrenarla no? –pregunto Nate con obvias obvias intenciones de  tratar de ir más allá.

El paladín se quedo en silencio un rato, mirando la bañera con el casco de la servoarmadura puesta, no podía ver su rostro pero…-supongo que si, estoy cansado y me vendría bien, fue un viaje largo.

Siiiiiiiiiiii, si se pudo! A Nate el casco también le cubria la cara por suerte asi que podía disimular su emoción- iré a calentar agua, trae unas toallas y una cubeta de agua fría

Ahí el paladín volteo a verlo- unas toallas?

-Pues con que nos vamos a secar si no? –si si si, esto era parte de su plan, unas toallas, plural, sisi.

Danse estaba cansado y le dolía todo el cuerpo, no quería pensar demasiado

-Esta bien –biebienbien el hombre cayo en la trampa.

En unos 10 minutos Danse ya había puesto en la bañera su cubeta de agua fría, estaba desvestido con una toalla en la cadera tomando una botella de Nuka-Cola esperando sentado en el borde, estaba realmente cansado, Nate tenía mucha adrenalina y energía por ser un paquero de mierda pero el paladín si sentía los efectos físicos del cansancio en el cuerpo después de un día largo.

Cuando el general entro con la olla de agua caliente en las manos cubiertas por un par de guantes de cocina ohsi si si casi se le cae, dios que sexy y bello se veía Danse así, parecía uno de esos posters de la chica Nuka Cola pero mil veces mejorado.

Pocas eran las veces que había visto su cuerpo semi desnudo pero amaba ver lo velludo que era, aparte adoraba ver sus hombros y espalda…capaz sus brazos eran mas flaquitos de lo que esperaba cualquiera al verlo con la servoarmadura pero aún así como le encantaba, se mordió el labio incapaz de disimular para poder despertarse de su ensoñación y camino hasta la bañera para vaciar la cubeta de agua caliente intentando distraerse un poco para no desnudarse y descubrir una erección en sus propios pantalones.

O tal vez si quería, tal vez tal vez.

Cuando el vapor le toco las mejillas metió los dedos en el agua para testear la temperatura.

-Me gusta- dijo Nate. Danse no perdió tiempo y dejando la Nuka Cola a un lado de la bañera se levantó, estaba obviamente cansado por la forma en que se movía.

-Bien, haremos espalda con espalda, la bañera es grande pero no lo suficiente para 2 adultos

-Mejilla con mejilla? –cuando el general pregunto eso con una sonrisa traviesa el paladín suspiro. Danse se sacó la toalla de espaldas a el dejando ver por una fracción de segundo su perfecto y masculino trasero y bajo las piernas en el agua, sentándose.

-Me voy a sumergir un poco mientras terminas–susurro el paladín y Nate asintió, comenzando a desvestirse con ganas y apuro al ver sus pectorales peludos todos apretaditos. Danse se estiro en la bañera y sumergió la cabeza.

Ahhhh que bello, el general sonrío enternecido al verlo disfrutar y relajarse así.

Aún desvestido y por no ser un degenerado se cubrió su dong con la toalla, esperando, volteando la cabeza a otro lado no queriendo verlo para no causarse el solo una erección a pesar de que tenía la oportunidad ahí mismo. Al cabo de unos segundos el otro hombre saco la cabeza del agua solo para encontrase al general desnudo en frente suyo cubriéndose con una toalla.

Danse se quedo sin palabras ruborizándose y…fue muy evidente, hasta Nate lo noto. Se veía muy muy bello. Al paladín también le gustaba, el general le atraía muchísimo, varias veces lo había contemplado con deseo siendo consiente de esos sentimientos, capaz era mas flacucho de lo que parecería para alguien con sus capacidades pero por dios sus músculos estaban todos marcados en todas partes, estaba muy en forma, parecía una escultura de mármol del viejo mundo.

-Me haces un espacio? –le dijo Nate con una sonrisa muy consiente de lo que le había provocado, el paladín se movió a un lado y cerro las piernas mirando a otro lado. Los sonidos del agua y el movimiento le indicaron que el se estaba sumergiendo hasta que…dios realmente estaban espalda contra espalda, podía sentir sus omóplatos contra su piel.

-Me estas usando de respaldo o algo? –pregunto el paladín un poco fastidiado, estaba irritado por estar tan…confundido…no le gustaba estar así de perdido, aunque le gustara tener sentimientos de atracción por alguien estaba consiente de que no debía tenerlos tan…marcados…tan evidentes.

-Puede ser…-susurro el general riéndose un poco, ahhhhh el agua caliente estaba muy bien, lo estaba ayudando a relajarse, toda la adrenalina que había tenido de estar escoltando a la caravana a la defensiva todo el día por fin se le estaba bajando.

Nate tenía su química un poco alterada por tanto jet, a la más mínima necesidad de acción la adrenalina le subía y le duraba por mucho mucho tiempo, haciéndolo un poco inconsciente de las necesidades de su cuerpo como el descanso o la relajación pero al segundo que tenía la chance de relajarse y no tener tareas o pendientes para hacer se derretía totalmente, se volvía una baba incapaz de caminar o hacer por el resto del día, ya no servía para nada, el haber tenido que sostener ese cuerpo trabajando sin descanso tantas horas le mermaba la energía que necesitaba para el resto del día hasta la noche, quedaba inutilizado.

Pero no importaba, ahora mismo quería que el agua hiciera flotar todos sus problemas lejos…

-Cuando volveremos al Prydwen? –pregunto Danse levantándose un poquito para agarrar un shampoo de dudosa procedencia que había en el baño.

-Mmmm no recuerdo ni que estábamos haciendo –susurro el general derritiéndose sobre la espalda del paladín.

-Por dios –susurro Danse poniéndose shampoo en la cabeza masajeándose el cuero cabelludo

-Esto no esta tan mal –susurro el general, el otro hombre se tomo unos momentos en silencio mientras seguía lavándose la cabeza.

-No, no esta tan mal

Nate se quedo escuchando los sonidos de Danse lavándose la cabeza, enjuagándose con el agua, sintiéndolo moverse y flexionar contra su espalda, es verdad que ahora estaba muy relajado pero el calor y la sensación de tranquilidad que sentía al lado suyo…hacía rato que no la experimentaba, le daba mucha nostalgia sentirse tan en paz.

-Los únicos lugares donde encontré agua caliente fueron el Prydwen y el Instituto…nunca me había bañado con agua caliente aquí en la superficie

-Quieres hablar sobre eso? –Danse se refería al instituto, del otro lado solo hubo silencio por un buen rato hasta que le respondieron.

-No –esta bien, hasta ahora no habían hablado del tema, era algo reciente y doloroso para el, tuvo un momento doloroso con respecto a eso así que…lo podía esperar…

-Quieres que te lave la cabeza? –de la nada el general levanto la espalda sorprendido, eh? Se tomo unos segundos para responder pero…

-Esta bien

Y Danse giro las piernas y la cadera para verlo y trabajar, Nate estaba de espaldas contra el con las manos entre las piernas. El paladín siempre era atento con los demás, siempre se ofrecía a hacer algo para que los demás estuvieran cómodos, era como un papito que disfrutaba cuidar del otro, era su lado caballeroso pero a Nate eso siempre lo hacía fantasear de más y ahora mismo se estaba derritiendo por su tacto.

Sus dedos fuertes jabonosos apretando contra su cabeza lo hacían volar…aveces quería esas manos en otros lados, no podía evitarlo, se sentía tan atraído…

No lo hacía con mala intención, de hecho estaba disfrutando legítimamente de que le lavara la cabeza, era difícil tener pensamientos sucios en especial cuando el paladín empezó a enjuargarlo específicamente, tirándole agua y que le bajara por el cuello y la espalda pero se sentía bien. Últimamente estar al lado de Danse se sentía bien…

Extrañaba tanto sentirse bien al lado de alguien

-Me gusta cuando estas cerca –escucho decir al paladín por lo bajo, no es que se lo había imaginado ni nada, el le había dicho eso, la cara al general se le prendió fuego de rojo y aún así atónito y todo como estaba…sin darse cuenta su cabeza se dio vuelta, mirándolo, las manos de Danse se apoyaron en su cuello en medio del lavado de cabello y cuando el general inclino la cabeza atraído a su rostro…- que estás haciendo caballero? –le pregunto el paladín, por algún motivo no podía moverse, no quería hacerlo, su aliento contra sus labios estaba bien pero cuando lo vio acercarse movió la cabeza para otro lado y Nate lo noto. Antes de chocarse contra su mejilla se tiro ligeramente para atrás, mordiéndose los labios mirando también a otro lado.

-Algo que creí que también querías –susurro con un poco de resentimiento, respirando, mirando a un punto ciego en la pared.

-Soy tu oficial comandante –Danse se movió hacía atrás, viendo a su rostro obviamente molesto.

-Lo siento –susurro Nate- pensé otra cosa-se lo veía super molesto- lo malinterprte

-No puedo permitirme estas cosas contigo

-Me doy cuenta! –dijo molesto levantándose del agua, Danse lo miro sorprendido un segundo y al encontrase con su desnudez miro a otro lado.

-Estas a mi cargo y con mi rango no…

-Esta bien! Yo no he dicho nada! –molesto y fastidiado era difícil lidiar con el, hasta se ponía torpe de los nervios, pateando la botella de Nuka Cola que había quedado al pie de la bañera, derramándola sin querer- lamento la confusión paladín! –hizo mucho énfasis en su rango a lo último antes de salir de la habitación. Danse todavía sentado miro al techo y suspiro, una vez el aire dejo sus pulmones se hecho de espaldas a la bañera, estirando las piernas y apoyando los brazos en los costados, tomando aire de nuevo.

Dios no.

Luego de eso Nate estaría super pesado, muy difícil de tratar y trabajar, molesto y contestando mal por todo por un buen periodo.  Obviamente entendía que ser rechazo así dolía fuerte por lo que lo llevaría lo mejor posible para retomar la relación de trabajo que si o si debían ejecutar juntos ya que…dios el lo presento ante Arthur Maxson, se había enterrado en esta situación el solo y ahora no podía salir

-Lo hice muy obvio por mucho tiempo

-Y lo notaba –le aseguro el paladín- pero contigo a mi cargo en ese entonces no podía a hacer nada, no era correcto –la solución para estar juntos no era precisamente perder el rango y su vida en la hermandad pero…

-Espere muchísimo tiempo hasta que…

-No era motivo para tratarme como me trataste esas semanas luego de eso, te tendría que haber puesto un castigo disciplinario mientras todavía podía

-Ah si? –sonrío Nate tomando la chance- Castígame Danse, venga –el expaladín se río por la nariz, lo estaba distrayendo

-Claro, claro –la mano de Danse tomo la copa recién servida y tomo mas vino.

-Nunca fui un esposo presente –el general miro hacia otro lado- tendrás que tener paciencia conmigo

-Me dijiste que te retiraste para estar con tu esposa

-Por su embarazo, pero yo ya era militar desde que eramos novios, ella estaba acostumbrada a que no esté, de hecho era más extraño que este –mejor pararlo o iba a ponerse nostálgico.

-A mi me gusta que estés alrededor – Nate se mordió la lengua y lo miro, intentando conectar con sus ojos.

-Yo quiero que estés alrededor mío, eres el mejor compañero de viaje que he tenido también

-Derramaría mi sangre por ti con gusto para mantenerte a mi lado si tuviera que hacerlo –ahí el general negó con la cabeza

-No digas eso –los pensamientos suicidas del synth no lo ayudaban a tener una conversación seria con respecto a esos temas.

-Ahora estas, y no se por cuanto-ahí al general se le prendió la lamparita..

-Pues castígame entonces –Danse se rio y volvió a beber

-Otra vez eso

-A mi me gusta…cuando estás tan cerca…-la forma en que la voz del general se aterciopelo le causo al expaladin un escalofrío por la espalda, un buen escalofrío, volvió a beber y le paso la copa, al ver que solo quedaba un poquito Nate bebío lo último y la volvió a llenar

-Te extrañe

-Lo sé, lo siento –el general le paso la copa, pero Danse se acercaría a el para estar más cerca, apoyando su frente contra la suya, obviamente lo dejo, apoyando los brazos sobre los bordes de la bañera sosteniendo la copa mientras el se acercaba más para estar apoyado encima de su frente, ambos mirándose a los ojos. Nate se perdería en esos bellos ojos marcados por cicatrices.

-Aveces siento que te escapas de mi –le susurro Danse despacito

-Pues no precisamente de ti –respondió el nuevo paladín con melancolía- de todo –si había algo a lo que debía acostumbrarse al lado de el, era a siempre estar debajo de las memorias que tenía de su antigua vida,  esposa e hijo. Nate cerro los ojos evitando su mirada pero el expaladín aprovecho el momento para pegar sus labios a los suyos, dándole un suave beso, uno mojado y suave  hundiendo un poco más su boca contra la suya.

Ambos se quedarían así un par de minutos simpemente disfrutando el calor de las respiraciones saliendo de sus narices contra sus pieles. Hasta que el general se separó y le dio un beso un poco más profundo, suave y cariñoso, pero profundo, y así empezó un ir y venir de besos, en el que Danse lo tomaría del cuello para acercarlo más y Nate inclinaría la cabeza para lograr otras posiciones, no le tomaría mucho al expaladin para enrredar sus dedos en su cuero cabelludo para forzar su lengua dentro de su boca y hacerlo gemir por la introducción espontanea y cuando la necesidad de aire se le hizo muy fuerte se separo empujando al expaladín por los hombros, quien lo miro con hambre lamiéndose los labios.

-3 semanas es mucho tiempo –le susurro, y Nate aún recobrando el aliento se paro sobre sus rodillas y se le echo encima, cerrando sus brazos alrededor de su cabeza chocando sus frentes.

-Podría usar un castigo ahora realmente

Danse giro los ojos y ladeo un poco la cabeza, totalmente al tanto de los ojos desesperados de su novio.

-Me parece una buena idea –y tan pronto dijo eso Nate ya le  estaba comiendo la boca. También era verdad que ambos habían bebido un poquito, poquito poquitito.

La espalda del expaladín se relajo y se dejo echar hacía el borde de la bañera, siendo acorralado por el general que bueno no era difícil darse cuenta que tenía ahora mismo un fuerte impulso sexual generado por un poquito de acercamiento. Nate tenía un apetito sexual  salvaje, presente, muy constante, fuerte y ansioso, una vez que se calentaba se lo quería comer entero de arriba abajo y Danse amaba ser deseado de una manera tan intensa, después de odiarse a si mismo 24/7 por el cuerpo que ahora realmente sabía que habitaba  sentir que alguien lo quería tanto era un alivio.

Los gemidos quemándose en las bocas de ambos comenzaron a hacerse presentes y las manos de Danse empezaron a pasear por la espalda del otro hombre, haciéndolo jadear suavemente, al poco tiempo quiso pegarse más así que lo empujo y presiono hacía delante por la cintura y el centro de su espalda, pegando los pechos húmedos de ambos al tiempo que saboreaban la boca del otro.

Cuando tuvieron que separarse Nate tomo la chance de agarrar la botella de vino y tomar directamente del pico, dejando un hilo de vino rojo cayendo por la comisura de sus labios, a lo que Danse se levantó sobre sus rodillas y presiono sus brazos contra su cintura, pegándose más antes de besarlo de nuevo, devorando su boca, saboreando el vino de sus labios ensalivados.

El general inclino su cuello hacia un lado separando sus bocas y obviamente Danse tomo la pista de  besar y morder ese sector de su piel, mojado y tibio por el agua, Nate disfrutaba de derretirse por los pellizcos de sus dientes en su piel y soltó un gemido un poco más alto de lo normal mientras  sus rodillas cedían y bajaban abriendo sus piernas, había extrañado esto. Las manos del expaladín bajaron suavemente desde su cintura hacia sus nalgas abriendo sus dedos abarcando lo más posible.

No le gustaba mucho, no disfrutaba de ser el pasivo ciertamente, no era su parte favorita y le costaba muchísimo pero siempre de la mano de esto venían cosas buenas así que lo toleraba por un bien mayor, aparte reconocía que los orgasmos eran bien intensos siendo pasivo. Un fuerte chupetón en la curvatura de su cuello y hombro lo desconcentro de sus pensamientos haciendo temblar sus caderas, la erección que venía construyendo desde hace un ratito y que se había puesto gomosa ante la idea de ser pasivo había llegado a su punto con ese chupetón, no podía disimular ni fingir otra cosa.

Las manos del general bajaron por la amplia espalda del paladín, metiéndose debajo de sus brazos para sujetar sus hombros y apoyar su cabeza sobre estos, descansando mientras el otro hombre trabajaba en su oreja, besando y lamiéndola por los alrededores haciéndolo gemir. Definitivamente el no era el único gozando por que ya se podía sentir contra el expaladín, ambos meneaban las caderas cada tanto uno contra el otro buscando fricción entre sus sexos, obviamente el otro ya estaba totalmente duro y listo.

-Danse yo…-susurro el general pero de la nada el expaladín presiono con fuerza su cuerpo hacia abajo y lo hizo sentarse en la bañera, Nate miro hacia arriba, no confundido ni asustado si no extremadamente excitado, dios mio amaba mirarlo desde abajo, se veía tan grande, masivo, fuerte, poderoso y…

Sus ojos pesados en lujuria se toparon con su erección y obviamente su primer instinto fue agarrarla  con su mano.

-Abajo paladín –oh si, ahora era Danse quien podía decir eso y le tenían que obedecer, Nate lo miro a los ojos con atención- acabas de volver de un viaje largo, aprovecha a relajarte en el agua caliente –claramente estaba medio sumergido en el agua de la bañera pero no lo había estado tomando en cuenta, aún así el hecho de que pensara en relajar su cuerpo era adorable, era perfecto, siempre era  perfecto.

Obviamente comenzó a masturbarle haciendo estremecer al expaladín, quien puso sus manos debajo de su mandíbula para acariciarle el cuello y las orejas derritiendo al general. Nate amaba verlo disfrutando de lo que le hacía, ya fuera de algo tan sencillo como una paja o directamente haciéndolo, adoraba las respuestas del hombre en la cama era la cosa más atractiva y varonil que había visto en toda su vida y lo prendía muchísimo, le había gustado físicamente desde que se empezó a enamorar y siendo íntimos no iba a gustarle menos.

Sus cejas se cruzaban de una forma hermosa, sus labios se abrían y la forma en que las venas de su cuello reaccionaban por los espasmos lo volvían loco, también adoraba lo cariñoso y atento que era, por más que el estuviese recibiendo siempre quería dar algo, aunque fuera un cariñito en el pelo.

-Quiero chuparte –por muy bisexual que fuera de toda la vida quien realmente le había causado un genuino deseo por el cuerpo masculino era Danse y eso venía de la mano de que le gustara tanto y se hubiera enamorado obviamente

-Esta bien, pero quiero que te prepares mientras

Meterse los dedos en el culo por su propia cuenta no era la actividad favorita del general pero si podía chupársela al menos lo hacía más fácil, evidentemente esta vez le tocaba a el. Y lo hizo, se puso de rodillas y lo metió en su boca hasta el fondo, chupando y succionando sintiendo su intoxicante y varonil aroma metérsele en las fosas nasales. El cuerpo del expaladín se estremeció y solto un jadeo para afuera, sonido que definitivamente se la hizo más fácil a Nate para relajarse y meterse un dedo, después de todo había pasado un buen tiempo…

No estaba acostumbrado a hacérselo solo, sus pocas experiencias con hombres habían sido con el como activo, eso del rango y ser un héroe ayudaba. El expaladín por otra parte le había enseñado y guiado para ayudarlo a que se familiarizara…y hacía cuanto podía para no perder el ritmo, la realidad era que disfrutaba mucho más de chuparle, amaba el peso de su miembro duro contra su lengua.

Además adoraba escucharlo sus jadeos y su respiración agitada lo animaban TANTO a seguir, se forzó a si mismo a ponerle más ganas e ir más rápido cuando metió un segundo dedo, la estrategia para pasar lo más rápido posible era dejarlo a punto caramelo a punto de acabar para que terminara rápido, dios mío una cosa uqe Danse tenía no es que era precisamente bruto…pero si una maquina…literalmente, también lo era el reconocía que era un salvaje pero su culo no era amigo de ser así de golpeado.

Chupar, succionar, lamer la cabeza con la lengua aún teniéndolo dentro de su boca, succionar  solo la cabeza, lamer alrededor de su orificio, todas esas cosas hacían temblar el cuerpo del expaladín en escalofríos de placer causándole gemidos que Nate quería ser el único en escuchar, hasta que lo sintió palpitar contra su lengua y sintió que era prudente parar, por mucho que le gustaran esos dedos enterrados en su cuello sosteniendo su cabeza.

-Te ves bien Danse –aquel comentario le había salido casi como un maullido, lindo.

-En posición paladin? –ambos se rieron un poquito, pero Nate hizo lo pedido y se puso a cuatro, el otro hombre se posiciono por atrás y sujeto de sus nalgas con las manos bien abiertas, masajeando ligeramente antes de tironear un poco abriéndolo, la vista se le hacía linda y le hacía palpitar el miembro- iré despacio si? –no era para el ningún secreto que no se preparaba muy bien así que esperaba que cediera de apoquito, eso y que ahora no tenía más lubricante puesto más que su saliva así que eso podía complicar las cosas…

Obviamente, el general se tenso un poquito cuando lo sintió entrar, pero como siempre respiro y aguanto un poco el dolor hasta que sintió su cuerpo chocar contra su trasero, claramente aguantaba dolores peores en los yermos, esto no era lo peor.

Dios Danse era grande y grueso, tenían una diferencia de tamaños enorme, no era fácil ser penetrado por el, cuando a Nate le tocaba ser el activo siempre rezaba que su estamina lo hiciera destacar mas que su tamaño, minimo en perfomance tenía que destacar por que en dotes naturales obviamente le ganaba. Bueno, naturales no, por que era un synth, pero ya entienden.

-Puedes moverte –le susurro Nate y tan pronto lo hizo lo agarro de las caderas como a una yegua y empezó a darle, le toco varias veces respirar y tomar grandes bocanadas de aire, esta bien, era un castigo, podía tomarlo, sonrío riéndose un poco intentando relajarse, al mirar por arriba del hombro parecía que el otro se la estaba pasando en grande, y que hermoso se veía gozando de su cuerpo, usándolo como un juguete…se mordió los labios con ganas, embelezado, jadeando un poco.

-Este es…un castigo muy generoso –susurro el paladín con los ojos cerrados, era muy consiente por cierto de que estaban sacando el agua fuera de la bañera.

-No te preocupes…yo me ocupo de secar el piso luego –las manos de Nate tuvieron que agarrarse del borde de la bañera, Danse se estaba divirtiendo de lo lindo con su culo, llendo cada vez más rápido.

Aún así el baño estaba bueno, el agua seguía calentita y todavía pese a todo tenía una buena porción bajo el agua.

-Te lo mereces por lo de estas 3 semanas –si, esta bien, podía ser, no importaba, no podía concentrarse demasiado cuando el otro hombre golpeaba y se movía cada vez más rápido, el ruido de su cuerpo chocando contra sus nalgas mojadas escuchándose increíblemente erotico.

Obviamente llegaba un punto donde para el también se empezaba a sentir bien, tener la próstata estimulada por penetración tenía sus resultados, de apoco la incomodidad y dolor inicial se volvían placer y esa era su parte favorita, sin contar el como se le prendía fuego el cuerpo.

-Estas tan duro –Nate tuvo que morderse el interior de una mejilla intentando no sonar tan…sucio, pero si, cada vez se ponía mejor, ya no era más sobre el propio placer del expaladín con su cuerpo si no que ahora el lo sentía más y más.

-Estoy cerca –no le extrañaba, el general se ocupaba de hacer un buen trabajo con la boca cada vez que lo atendía- estas bien? –obviamente le asintió con la  cabeza, sintiendo los mechones de flequillo pegársele a la frente mojada cuando lo estaban zarandeando como a un muñeco de trapo- puedo hacerlo dentro?

-Por dios si –no hacía falta que le preguntara, le encantaba- claro que si –y en efecto lo estaba sintiendo cada vez más grueso.

La fricción y presión sobre su próstata le volaba la cabeza, se la hacía ligera y le generaba un calor  y necesidad en el bajovientre que solo le anticipaba un orgasmo, una de sus manos de movió hasta su miembro y empezó a masturbarse a si mismo haciendo el sonido más sucio y vergonzoso chapoteando el brazo contra el agua pero eso a Danse solo lo calentó mas, apretando con mas ganas de sus nalgas y tironeando con cada vez más fuerza estampándolo contra su miembro, Nate se mordió la lengua para no gritar aún sabiendo que era totalmente libre de hacerlo por que era su casa

-Me voy a…-la mirada del héroe de la commonwealth, probablemente el soldado más fuerte que hubiera conocido y la persona que le salvo la vida retorciéndose por el, sublevado y completamente sumiso tomando todo su miembro lo volvía loco, le llenaba el pecho de una nube de calor que le hacía difícil respirar.

-Hazlo! –le rogo el general, mordiéndose los labios ahora si jadeando cada vez más fuerte, con la boca seca- más fuerte! Más rápido! –dios el miembro a Danse le palpito, estaba tan cerca.

 -Quieres más paladin?

-Necesito más! Te necesito! –bueno el estar masturbándose no ayudaba a que no dijera cosas, claramente tenía la cabeza ligera construyendo su propio orgasmo.

Todo sobre Danse se sentía tan bien.

El expaladín no tardo mucho en correrse, soltando libre su semilla caliente dentro suyo sujetándolo firme y pegándose lo más posible a su espalda, encorvándose sobre el, cuando vio su cuello húmedo tan cerca lo más rápido que atino fue a morderle, haciéndolo gemir fuerte. Nate también se corrió al sentir sus dientes clavarse en su punto sensible, corriéndose en su mano dejándolo flotar en el agua.

Las rodillas le temblaban de estarse sosteniendo tanto tiempo siendo embestido y el único brazo que se agarraba de los bordes de la  bañera se sentía todo debilitado y adolorido.

Estuvo bien,  estuvo perfecto…genial…excelente castigo, se la buscaría de vuelta para ser así de disciplinado otra vez sin dudas.

Buen orgasmo, fuerte, intenso como se lo esperaba cada vez que Danse le daba. El synth era un muy buen amante.

La mandíbula del expaladin soltó su cuello una vez su novio dejo de retorcerse de placer disfrutando de su orgasmo respirando más calmadamente, comenzando a darle pequeños besitos en la espina, cuello y orejas aprovechando la posición

-Estas bien?  -el hecho de que le preguntara eso lo hacía un dulce…

-Extraordinario –susurro Nate y ambos se rieron un poquito, Danse lo sujeto de las caderas y lo fue bajando lentamente hasta sentarlo en la bañera, y el hizo lo mismo, abrazandole, apoyando su cabeza en su hombro, dejando un pequeño besito sonriendo contra su piel humeda.

-Me doy cuenta.

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After all these years I never thought I'd be able to fall in love with another character with so much passion. It's been too long, the last character that burned that long was Vegeta. How many years has it been? At least five years, I've read everything about him, I've imagined all his possibilities, he's run out of things to give me. Now Vegeta is an idol in my head, a signpost in my spiritual world, and his physical and spiritual power I can hardly match in any way. I drew him because I wanted to be like him as much as possible. In any case, thanks to him that is why I learned to paint. I still admire him so much, but I can no longer say I 'love' him; love is a more personal word for me. Javik and Vegeta's have a lot in common and I'm getting to understand my own tastes: epic, the more tragic the background the better, strong-willed, obsessive in his goals, severely, reason-based and objective, unapproachable. (Such characters are often... unusual looking.) But they are also complete opposites, Vegeta is like the sun, bright enough to sting me. And Javik's gift allows him to be the most attentive friend, unerring and delicate-because he knows everything about you and understands you completely whenever he wants to. His race is naturally good at heart-to-heart, platonic, transparent, pure and beautiful. Such a race is at the same time so severe that empathy seems to have nothing to do with them, a paradox that is fascinating. Whenever I think of Javik, I am always reminded of his entire people, that he and his companions are inseparable and that he is the only remaining being who can represent his people. The thickness of the prothean society that I longed for with the few words scribbled in the game cannot be left behind with a simple "we're dead now, what does it matter". The loss of his comrades' breath was like a part of him being stripped away, I think, and he never felt better after waking up. He was like a bottomless sea of deep, deep, deep despair. He needed hope to light him up, but what would it take to light up the endless sea? To love him is to love his whole prothean race, it's just too much, there's never been room for that much in a character. A race hidden in only words and relics, a sole survivor, a gift of sensory touch, BOOM Anyway, it felt good to be in love again, to be alive again. A whole new world, a brain running at high speed, a wholeheartedness for purely private and sometimes foolish purposes, ah... his charming voice. He'll end up becoming a friend inside my head, I guess, and hopefully by the end I'll know him well enough to conceive of a Javik VI of my own. i'm not good at this, the Vegeta in me is often speechless and has probably lost patience with me, but I think Javik should be different. There's so much more I can get out of him, and I want to know more. Translated with DeepL

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SCREAM VI REVIEW

The sequel to the revival of the 25-year-old Scream franchise hits theaters; with this installment taking place in the crowded New York City. Sam and Tara Carpenter (played by Melissa Barrera and Jenna Ortega) have moved away from the cursed town of Woodsborro to move on from their traumatizing first encounter with the Ghostface killers. No matter how far they try to run, a Ghostface copycat is following right along with them.

While Scream (2022) was fun anticipating who the killer is, it offers little for repeat viewings with the reveals already known. Scream VI succeeds at delivering intense and entertaining scenes throughout that don't solely rely on the mystery of the Ghostface killer. From the fierce convenience store cat-and-mouse chase to the cramp and dark subway ride, there are truly well-executed and chilling moments to enjoy.

The cast can be split up into three groups; the "Core Four" survivors of the last movie, the alumni from the first four movies, and the new character for this installment. The "Core Four" get the best treatment, with a lot of charm and likability for them throughout. The alumni, like Courteney Cox and Hayden Panettiere, feel shoehorned in, with Cox's character completely reverse from her character arc in the last movie. Neve Campbell made the right choice not to return for this sequel, both with how she would have been underpaid and how the alumni characters don't need to be in the franchise anymore. The new characters are completely forgettable and only are present to get killed.

Where the movie falls flat is with its climax and the killer's identity. While in an intense setting, none of the reveals feels earned or justified. Everything about it feels both cheap and anticlimactic. Unlike previous installments where there would be hints sprinkled throughout to keep you guessing, the explanation feels more like retconning information to get to the ending.

Just like in the last film though, there are hints at a completely different killer identity that would have made for a much more entertaining finale. With hints and references to another "Scream" alumni that make much more sense for this story, it's frustrating for the outcome to being not only this character being built up to again, but for the actual killer identity to be completely unsatisfying.

Scream VI remains an entertaining and engaging slasher thriller even with a lackluster finale. There are some genuine improvements made from the last film and some room for improvement as well. Here's hoping Scream VII will finally pay off what these past two films have been teasing.

7.5/10