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if you're still doing micro fics what about Albus and Machiavellian?
Sure. Let's give this a shot. Machiavellian has political connotations and I cannot imagine Albus getting involved in politics at all so we're improvising
Machiavellian
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You jolt awake with a quiet yelp. Cold sweat clings to your neck and hairline. You pant, trying to calm your racing heart.
You hear the metallic tap tap of familiar knuckles against the metal door. Never a proper knock with Devlin's implant. The tap was enough to be heard. "Sister? Is everything alright?"
Swallowing thickly, you scramble out of your bunk and pull your overcoat on over your nightclothes before stumbling on tired feet to the door and pulling it open. "Yes," you reply. "Everything's fine."
"You're sweating. Are you certain?" Devlin pressed.
"I just... had a bizarre dream."
Devlin raised a single brow in curiosity. "Would... talking about it... help?"
"I... I don't know."
"I'm here to listen, should you wish. Would you care to accompany me up to the bridge? Walk it off, perhaps?"
You slip out of your little ship cabin. "Sure."
Together, the two of you walk toward the bridge. Quiet and unhurried. It is, technically, night. At least, on the overworld. Down here, in the mantle, the delineation of days was much more difficult to notice.
"Devlin?" you asked.
"Yes, sister?"
"Would you say Albus is machiavellian?"
Devlin inhales deeply through his nose. "Not technically, no. An unscrupulous, cunning schemer, sure. But the word most often applies to politics. Why?"
"Just... that weird dream I was having. He was actually like a political leader. It was terrifying."
"Mm. Yes. I imagine it was."
"No, Devlin, you don't understand. It was Albus—but, like, Albus if he hadn't been raised a bastard."
Devlin blinks at you several times, steps slowing to a stop. "Really?" he asks. You nod. "That's almost more terrifying than how he is now." You nod more enthusiastically.
Devlin resumes leading the walk to the bridge. You follow.
The door whirrs open.
To reveal Albus doing a handstand against the wall, arms shaking slightly, muttering something under his breath that would give the older temple attendants where you grew up an utter heart attack. If you'd repeated his words, you would have had your mouth washed out.
"What?" Albus demands the moment you and Devlin walk in and both shoot a glance at him. You shake your head. "Let me guess, you two were talking about me." A statement, not a question.
"A passing comment," Devlin says—lies—smoothly.
Albus raises a brow. An odd look considering he's fully upside down. "About what?"
"If it were any of your concern, we'd tell you." Devlin's tone is sharp on his tongue.
Albus scoffs. "No you wouldn't."
"Boys," you sigh. "Not right now." You look at Albus. "I had a dream you were a political leader."
Albus makes a face of disgust.
"Exactly," you say, sitting in one of the crew seats and closing your eyes. "It was a weird dream and I still feel weird because of it."
"Well. Snap out of it. We'll be getting a move on soon."
"I know that," you retort sharply, rubbing at your eyes. "You'd be in a funk if you had the dream I had too."
"He'd be worse," Devlin singsongs from the captain's chair. He isn't sitting in it, just leaning over one of the arms and looking at a readout. He never sits in it. Sometimes you wonder if he's afraid to. Because he built this ship for his father and he seems to want to respect that.
Albus snaps back something vulgar and snarky and Devlin merely snorts.
You close your eyes against the burn of fatigue.
You don't remember falling asleep in the chair.
But you do remember waking up back in your cabin, safely tucked in. The faint but familiar smell of Albus clinging to the front of your nightdress. Somewhere in the distance, if you concentrate, you can almost hear him and Devlin bickering as brothers do.
You scoff at your dream. Machiavellian indeed.
#quick reminder that Micro Fic requests are closed I'm just catching up on ones that were submitted when requests were open#Star does Micro Fics#Good Boy Audios#GBA Albus#GBA Bastard Warrior#GBA BW#NGL i was kinda banging my head against a wall to figure out what i wanted to do with this one#GBA Faithful#GBA Devlin
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I've recently gotten into self shipping and it's. Difficult? LIKE ITS SO EASY TO LOVE MY FO BUT I FEEL LIKE IM EATING DRYWALL BECAUSE. I don't know.
How do you comfort yourself over the boundaries? Like. In the sense that, your fo feels out of reach? How do you make it *real* (WITHIN CONTEXT I SWEAR TO GOD IM NOT INSANE).
Sorry i am. Autistic. And frightened. A trembling little prey animal. It took me like five minutes to type this out without making stupid corrections. Hi nice to meet you.
But uh, what do you do with your fo? Is it like fully mental power? Or is there other things you can do so it doesn't feel one sided?
-💫anon (if this is okay!)
Hiya anon and I'm happy to have you here!!!
I am sorry as I'm not entirely sure I'm the best person to answer this question. The reality for me is that when I first got into selfshipping (waving to my old F/O Tavvy!!) I would get a LOT more immersed in fiction, I would spend more time drawing and daydreaming etc, at that time it was very enjoyable for me because I had a close friend that I'd talk to about stuff like that and we'd both talk to each other about our F/Os and come up with ideas for each other for how things would go. Having a friend to talk to about it with who is as enthused as you are makes things sooo much easier and more fun! But thats not always an immediate option for everyone. (Half the reason I made this blog is because I wanted something like that again).
These days though my imagination and emotions in general are not as vivid as they once were, so I'm not quite as "involved," I guess?
With my Husband Calculester, I'm very lucky to have been able to afford a Body Pillow of him! So whenever I spend time in my room, its like I'm hanging out domestically with him, and even if I don't go "out of my way" to do much I still feel happy being together. It does also help that his source is a dating sim... I play his game to go on dates! Revisiting your F/Os source can be a fun date idea!
With my other F/Os (SK and Mettaton) I imagine them more as people who I'm dating that I see when I want to go out and hang out with them when I'm in the mood.
I did recently start a physical F/O diary, and that could be a fun idea! I use it to write about my F/Os, and "record" the things we do together. This helps me a lot because as I said, its harder for ideas to form solidly in my mind. (Also autistic, don't know if thats relevant or not though lol.) When I write in my diary it helps me give those thoughts form and understand what I'm thinking and feeling, and because its a physical object it helps make it all feel like part of my reality. Another good point is it makes me feel secure! I have a lot of anxiety about sharing myself with others and having a bad exprience ruin the things I love, but as long as I have that diary I have something that's for me and just me!
Oh yeah. There ARE times my emotions spike and I get obsessive and suddenly struggle to cope with them not being in this reality. In these times I just uh... cry and make very poor financial decisions that I regret later! That's not advice though. I wouldn't recommend. Sorry...
But yeah the diary thing is probably my best suggestion personally, if that is something that seems fun to you too!
Whoops I accidentally typed way more than I meant to. Anyway thank you for visiting my blog and sending in the ask, I'm wishing you the best and hoping you can find happiness with your F/Os!!!
#I'M NOT GOOD AT BEING CONCISE DX#Anyway again thank you and hope you are doing well! I'm sorry if my response isn't much help X(#But I can tell how much you care about your F/Os and I'm sure they can feel your love too!!!
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Dropping an entire fic chapter by chapter on tumblr because I dont have an ao3 account? Dont mind if I do!
Chapter 1- Flower Fruit Mountain
The little fishing boat rocked gently in the waters as it approached the island. Mk gazed warily over the side. The ocean had gone from the expected sea green to a sickly magenta the closer they got. There seemed to be an abundance of plantlife growing on the surface the closer they got to shore, but... it all looked sick. Wrong. Looking closer the spirit guide realized it wasn't growing at all; it was dead matter that had floated to the surface, and something else entirely was feeding off it.
“Hey, uh, Mei? You're sure this is waterproof, right?” He questioned his companion nervously. The woman steering the ship turned to acknowledge him, grinning fondly.
“Relax, Mk! The boat's fine! Just... maybe don't lean too far over the side.” She turned her gaze back to the island. She could see what appeared to be a dilapidated dock jutting out into the water from the shore. Carefully she turned the rudder to bring them in closer.
It wasn't much longer until they arrived. After anchoring the boat and tying it to the sturdiest thing she could find, Mei dusted her hands and set them on her hips. Mk was busy poking around the dock.
Old as the dock seemed, everything lay exactly as it had been the last time it was used. A snapshot in time, rotting away. Right down to the hull of a ship poking out of the water, faded blue paint still visible.
“This is... eerie.” The boy frowned, clutching his staff a bit closer, protectively. “Isn't this place supposed to be super haunted? I thought for sure we'd run into something as soon as we reached shore.”
Mei shrugged. “Guess they don't have a dedicated welcome committee? Come on, Mk! Stop worrying. The sooner we find the source of the rot and lay it to rest, the sooner we can get out of here! Piece of cake!” She wouldn't admit it, but the dragon girl was a bit unnerved by how quiet it was, herself.
Before them, across the yawning stretch of beach, sprawled a dense jungle. Beyond that, in the center of the Island, a mountain loomed far over the treetops. Flower Fruit Mountain, except there didn't seem to be and flowers or fruit left alive.
Mk took a deep breath and drew himself taller, psyching himself up. “Ok. Yeah! We can do this! Easy! Stop the rot, get back home!”
As the two reached the groundcover, it seemed as if the jungle stretched and opened a way for them. Almost welcoming. Almost, if it weren't for the pulsing rot that seemed to cling to near any surface it could. The whole island was a deadzone. And the surrounding islands would be too, soon, if it wasn't addressed. That was why they had come, after all.
The further in the little team hiked, the worse it got. But after an hour of walking, doing what they could to avoid poisoned ground, the silent forest erupted in the sounds of a fight. Mk looked over at Mei, who nodded knowingly. This could be what they were hunting for, or at least part of it.
They picked up the pace, trying to catch up to whatever it was before the scuffle ended.
Entering a clearing of broken trees, they came upon two figures locked in battle - one a deep, sunset purple hue, and the other gold as the sun. Both wore masks, and both seemed to have the same build, though it was difficult to tell with the speed they were moving. Deep gouges scored the earth and rocks around them, some as old as the docks themselves, some much, much newer.
Mk moved to intervene, but Mei swiftly moved an arm across his chest. “Wait. Just watch for now, we can't do anything for them yet. The boy sighed and nodded.
And so they observed the fight. The combatants seemed evenly matched at first, but it soon became apparent the sunset figure had the upper hand. They flung the other around like a ragdoll with brutal ease, and it seemed all the gold figure's energy was focused on just keeping them at bay. Or at least, that's what Mei thought at first but... the gold one really wasn't fighting back at all, were they?
Eventually, the sunny figure paused to catch their breath. “Time out! Time out!” He called, dodging out of the way again. Sunset hit a treetrunk behind him, toppling it and hissing in pain. Mk yelped as it landed just shy of he and Mei's hiding spot.
Both fighters startled, turning to look at the spirit guides. Mk waved sheepishly, chuckling. “Heeeeyy... hi.”
The two spirits seemed to share a look. Now that they were standing still, it was easier to tell what they were. Two monkey demons, or at least the shades of them, blinked owlishly out of their mirrored masks at the human and the dragon girl.
The first was dark, with long fur that seemed to have a life of its own, and dressed in long, elegant robes that seemed ill-fit for combat despite the earlier prowess he'd shown. One of his arms was all but consumed by corruption, though it didn't particularly seem to bother him. That was often the case with corrupted spirits.
The second, a golden-orange hue, seemed far less put together. His fur was wild and his tattered, dust-covered clothes were more suited to traveling than what his counterpart wore. He seemed largely unaffected by corruption, oddly enough. Then again, some spirits were just resistant to it. It was likely he was tethered here by something other than regret and rage, then.
Seeing that they weren't moving to attack, Mk straightened up and continued with a bit more confidence. “Hello, spirits! I'm Mk, and this is my partner, Mei! We were sent here because the corruption from this island is uh... spreading! Very fast!” He coughed, pausing. “We're here to help!”
The purple monkey immediately grew guarded, though he stepped forward, and the gold one kicked awkwardly at the ground allowing him to speak for them both. “Mk, you said? Full offense, kid, but better than you have tried and failed. Just leave now. This doesn't concern you.” his tail flicked in irritation behind him, long, dark fur sweeping away leaves and debris without seeming to pick any up. And just as soon as he'd spoken his piece, he vanished, making it more than apparent he was done talking.
The gold spirit made a noise of derision. “As much as I hate to agree with anything he says... it's not safe here for the living. He's right. Turn back while you can. Leave the dead to the dead, bud.” Unlike the other, he lingered.
“I can lead you two back out of the jungle. But please, don't return. There are other ways to get rid of the corruption.”
Mei sighed in frustration, stepping in front of a crestfallen Mk. “Yeah, that's not how this is gonna work.” She smirked, crossing her arms. “You're stuck with us. We came here to do a job, and we aren't leaving until it's done!”
The remaining monkey demon grumbled under his breath. “Fine! Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you! Let the record show when you die out here, I tried to tell you and you're not allowed to haunt me!” he threw his hands in the air, exasperated, and turned to walk away. He reached the edge of the clearing and paused expectantly, turning to check behind them.
“Well? Are you coming or not? You cant just stay here.”
Mei looked quizzically at Mk. He shrugged back.
“HURRY UP!” the monkey barked, barely concealed grin in his voice. It had been forever since there was company on the island. If they were going to stay, he may as well help give them a fighting chance. And so the human and the dragon followed the spirit through the jungle, moving ever closer to the mountainous heart of the island.
#lmk#lmk fanfiction#spirit guide au#lego monkie kid au#lego monkie kid#lmk mk#lmk mei#lmk macaque#lmk wukong#lmk fanfic#lmk au#steg writes
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Daughter of the Void (Pt.7)
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Mage training was much less of a hassle than training with Finley, and Cori felt like her mind was much clearer this way, not so much as a peep of whispers, nor visions.
Thalassa, the woman who trained the novices in the Mage Quarter, was proud of her for how quickly she was progressing in her studies.
It felt nice, to seem like she was actually making progress in a linear way, rather than her progress seemingly being up to the opinions of whatever mood Finley was in.
It was another month or two before Cori had finally completed her training, or at least, had gained enough skill as a Mage that she could likely teach herself, rather than having to take classes all day.
And just in time as well, because on her way to the training grounds to polish off a new spell she'd learned, Cori ran into her old friends.
“Hey! We hadn't seen you in ages! Thought you'd died or something,” Nyx said with a laugh, Nocturna gave her a light shove.
“Hope you don't mind, but we've brought a new friend- bunch of refugees came in from Gilneas, the place is overrun with Forsaken,” said Nyx. Cori perked up slightly at that last word, it seemed. . . Important. . . Somehow.
She turned to address this new friend, a druid, from the looks of her armor. The oaken shade of the wood was just barely lighter than her own skin tone, the greenery of the shoulder plates almost the only way to tell the separation of armor from skin.
“Maeve, Maeve Meadowbrook-” said the druid, voice raspy, almost like a growl.
Apollo gave Maeve a sniff, then wagged his tail, that was enough of an assessment for Cori.
“Cori Voidchaser, nice to meet you,” she replied with a slight bow. “What brings you both back out here? I thought you had your own training grounds up in that big sky ship thing?” Cori asked, gesturing to the Death Knights.
“Well- first we got sent off to help with the war effort in Gilneas- thats where we met up with Maeve and she joined up with our little party- then we heard there was some new stuff going on out here in the Eastern Kingdoms so we figured we'd get back into the swing of working on the ground- and then we met back up with you! Which is- right now- obviously,” replied Nyx, Cori nodded.
“So where are we going?” She asked, tilting her head ever so slightly.
“Duskwood- seems there's been a feral worgen infestation in the area, not to mention the hordes of undead that have risen up,” Nocturna said, checking her reflection in what looked to be a new battle ax of hers.
“Two for two on both accounts for us,” Nyx said, a strained laugh escaping her throat.
“When do we set out?” Cori asked, not that she needed to pack anything anymore, if she forgot something she could always port back and forth now.
“Well Maeve is still adjusting a little, so I'd say about an hour or two,” said Nyx, Cori nodded, and went to go gather some extra material they might need.
Duskwood was a place that was very easy to locate, in terms of knowing exactly when it was that you'd finally gotten there. Cori was lucky that elves had at least a small range of vision in the dark, but it didn't do much against the thick, almost choking fog in the area.
The four of them stopped abruptly as their horses became spooked by something in the middle of the road, Cori's bucking up and causing her to fall off.
When she looked up she was met with a snarling face, saliva dripping from sharp gnashing teeth.
Another wolf, this one such a vibrant white it almost glowed compared to the darkness of its surroundings.
Cori sat up, lifting her chin slightly, her neck now exposed, should the wolf decide that she was a threat- it wouldn't be too difficult for the creature to kill her on the spot.
But instead, the wolf took a few sniffs, then seemed to pick up on Apollo's scent.
The two locked eyes for a moment.
Then the white wolf gave a large slobbery kiss, and trotted over beside the now much calmer horse.
“Well- Artemis, I suppose you're sticking around, hm?” Cori said with a laugh, wiping off her face and mounting her horse again- she would have to look for another new collar.
The rest of their journey was relatively unimpeded, though the distant howls of the worgen in the woods weren't exactly pleasant utterances.
“Oi! You the new party they sent out?” A woman spoke from outside of what Cori assumed was the town hall. Her hair was black as the sky over Duskwood, and her eyes an equally dark shade of brown.
“That we are Watch-Captain,” Nocturna dismounted her horse, and the rest of the group followed suit. The nearby stablehand came to collect the horses from them as the four approached the watch-captain.
“Well, as much as I appreciate your help here I'm really not sure what you could do for us- Darkshire is overrun with worgen- to say nothing of the undead beasts in Raven Hill, but if you really need direction- I'd ask Tobias Mistmantle, he just arrived from Gilneas, he'll probably know more about what's going on with the worgen than I do,” Althea, that was the name on the watch-captain's badge, said.
“I remember him- he said he had a brother that lived here- ran for the portal as soon as we docked,” said Maeve.
As it turned out, worgen weren't the only issue in Duskwood that Tobias Mistmantle was closely connected with. But his relationship with his estranged brother held nothing on the horrors Stalvan had inflicted on the family that had accepted him into their home.
“Well- maybe I should be glad we couldn't afford a tutor- or a betrothal-” Nyx was the first to speak as the trio fled from Manor Mistmantle, disgust clear on her pallid face.
“I still don't understand why you humans decided that payment was the best way to go about getting married- men should be wrestling bears for your hand.” Nocturna responded, Cori raised an eyebrow.
“I didn't know night elves did that-” she said, Nocturna shrugged.
“Sometimes, but I don't remember ever having to pay to get married to my wife,” Nocturna responded. The group halted, Nyx's jaw hanging agape, Cori halfway worried that it might fall off.
“You have a wife?” Nyx said incredulously.
“Yes! A very nice wife! It wasn't important information before!” Nocturna said, laughing at the expressions on her friends’ faces.
“Ok now you have to introduce us! I can't believe you kept that from us!- from me of all people!” Nocturna shoved Nyx by the shoulder slightly, handing the signet ring they'd looted off Stalvan to Madame Eva.
Cori supposed it was time to head over to Raven Hill to help out with undead infestation- but the idea of it made her skin feel. . . Strange.
It was dark- too dark- and the smell in the air was the most horrible thing she'd experienced in years.
“Listen to me Cori, no matter what, no matter if you hear me scream for help, even if you hear me die, you do not leave that cellar unless you absolutely must. You have to keep yourself safe, for my sake and your mother's,” her father was afraid of something- was it those things outside? Those shambling monstrosities of blood and guts and gore?
She didn't like them very much either, frankly.
But Cori was a good daughter, she listened when her father told her to do something. Even as she heard him losing a fight with the horrifying monstrosities that prowled outside their home.
She guessed that meant her mother was already dead, he would've fought harder if he'd thought she was alive- Cori wasn't enough of a motivator, she knew that.
“Heeeyyy buddy- what's going on in that head of yours? You've been halfway into a dissociative state since we fought that big ol’ Stitches guy,” Nyx waved her hand in front of Cori's face, snapping the elf back into focus.
“Oh- uh- it just- it just reminded me- of- something,” Cori shifted awkwardly, averting eye contact with the death knight.
“Trust me, they aren't as scary as you'd think- if you know where to aim,” Nyx replied, it wasn't as helpful as she clearly thought it to be.
“Well- I guess it uh- I guess it did die pretty quickly,” Cori said quietly.
“Let it go, Nyx- not all of us are so ready to discuss our experiences with the undead,” Nocturna said, spoken like a mother scolding her child. “You can sit this adventure out if you need to, dear,” she continued, turning to Cori.
Cori just nodded solemnly- as much as she liked adventuring- she wasn't sure she wanted to see any more of those things that had killed her only family.
So back to Stormwind she went, she could put some new spells into practice, maybe she'd even catch a glimpse of some of the more important alliance mages- she did so hope to meet them one day.
Anything to keep her away from the nagging urge to check back in on her home. . .
#cori writes#oc: cori voidchaser#oc: nyx venomfang#oc: nocturna deadblade#mentions of sylvanas jaina and nathanos#but only vaguely
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Zhaan listened to Wanda, her gaze falling knowingly as she nodded, hearing that she'd made a mistake that had gotten others killed. "Abilities like ours can be very unpredictable and difficult to manage. Whenever something is linked to our emotions, it becomes that much more difficult to control, because it is subject to them. All we can do is learn from our mistakes, to hopefully avoid them in the future. Your empathy will guide you. Do not worry," she said encouragingly.
Although she appreciated Wanda's optimism, Zhaan found it difficult to maintain her own. She was trying, and she would essentially fake it for the sake of her comrades' morale, but right now the situation appeared to be very bleak as far as she saw it. Nevertheless, she had to admit that she didn't know everything, and her knowledge of humans and their capabilities was most definitely lacking. So for right now, she trusted in that ignorance, that maybe she didn't have all the answers... but one would eventually be found.
Tony still wasn't entirely comfortable with the lack of proper safety protocols, but he supposed he couldn't argue when someone's life was on the line. Even if that life was that of a giant... space isopod... that could talk. He just hoped that Wanda's empathy and Steve's good will and all that wouldn't come back to bite everyone in the ass once the aliens got what they wanted. He drew Wanda into a hug and rubbed her back. "Yeah, I... I guess so. Just wish we'd been able to uh... properly get everyone screened and situated before everything kindof fell apart here. You just never know, Wanda." It was in his nature to be suspicious, and he couldn't turn it off.
He smiled when Wanda said he and Vision did well. "Well, to be fair, I didn't... really do... much of anything. It was mostly Vision and everyone down at medical. I just ran around telling everybody what to do. Which... I am quite good at," he said with a grin. "He seems like a very nice... space... bug... and I'm glad he seems like he's gonna make it."
Tony blinked, hearing what Pilot's situation had been before showing up on Earth. "He was-... I'm sorry, he was attached... to the ship? Like, physically attached? What kind of sadistic sci-fi bullshit is that?" he asked. "No wonder he's all torn up. Maybe he's better off now than he was before."
When Steve mentioned the word Leviathan, however, Tony's eyes widened a bit. "A Leviathan? They said the word Leviathan? And you didn't deem it prudent to share that information with me before we let them all out?!" he said in a hushed albeit dramatic whisper. "How do you know it's not the same? How you know? You don't, do you? They could be saying anything they think you wanna hear just so that we let them run amok here." Tony sighed. "It's name is Moya. So it's alive, then. It's a living ship... called a Leviathan. That sounds familiar to me, does it... sound at all familiar to you? Unless they showed you a photo of this thing, how do you know it's not the same exact thing we saw flying between skyscrapers in NYC?" He was trying not to panic, but he sure as hell wasn't happy.
"Can I be of some assistance here?" asked Rygel, unfortunately having to walk over to Tony, Wanda and Steve. He felt a bit extraneous and useless with helping Pilot, and so he left that to Aeryn and Zhaan. "If you have questions regarding our Moya, perhaps I can answer them?" Maybe if he ingratiated himself to these humans, they would either find his thronesled or get him some food... or both.
"You are... very close to me... right now. And very wrinkly," Tony said, looking down at Rygel.
Rygel grumbled and stepped back a little. "Am I too wrinkled, or are humans too smooth? Hmm?" he asked with a cheeky smile. "Now then. What seems to be the problem? As a Dominar, I am very knowledgeable." He twiddled his pudgy fingers as he looked up at them all proudly.
"Yeah, how'd you get a human up in space with you? Do you have an answer for that?" Tony asked.
"From what I understand, his people launched him into space in a subpar craft and he accidentally went through a wormhole. We were... experiencing difficulties of our own at the time and mistook him for someone who might help us, so we permitted him to come aboard Moya. He was of absolutely no help whatsoever," Rygel summarized. "He didn't even have any translator microbes. Imagine that!"
"Translator... microbes? Okay shorty, we'll come back to that. You do know... that wormholes are theoretical astrophysics, right?" Tony said.
"Theoretical to you humans, perhaps," Rygel said, his cheeky smile returning. "To us, they're pains in the ass!"
"Rygel!" Aeryn called from over by Pilot. "Can you not antogonize our hosts, please?"
"I am answering their questions! How else am I to make myself useful?" Rygel said. With that, he looked back up at the humans and smiled, trying to look as friendly as possible.
"Mm... questions?" Pilot asked.
"Shh, we're handling it," Aeryn said as Zhaan continued to share Pilot's pain. "Just rest."
"Oh. Okaaay..." Pilot said, his eyes closing once more.
“Are you friend or foe?” (For Zhaan)
Zhaan looked up at the young woman from where she sat inside her holding cell, not unlike the one used by Loki years prior. "Given our respective positions on either side of these walls in which I find myself imprisoned, I would say... at present... neither. But there is time yet for misunderstandings to be cleared and injustices to be set right." Her tone was not antagonistic, but it was guarded. She did not appreciate being incarcerated yet again after finally escaping Peacekeeper oppression after a number of years, yet she could hardly blame this woman for that. Still, trust was something that would have to be built.
The wormhole that had facilitated the invasion of New York City was not to be the only such anomaly to occur, it seemed. Another had just been detected, though this time, the results had been far less... dramatic. Something had come through, however. Perhaps several somethings. Both SHIELD and the Department of Defense were still attempting to determine exactly what.
One being had been captured thus far. A Delvian, apparently, by her own admission. No one had any idea what a Delvian was, or what such a being was capable of. For now, she was being contained at the Avengers compound, both because of the unknown level of threat she posed and for biological containment purposes. She could be carrying pathogenic microbes, after all.
Zhaan had been both interested and concerned to discover that she was on the planet Earth. It was John Crichton's home planet. How agonizingly ironic that she should be sent here and not him. Still, it was a planet entirely unfamiliar to her, and for that reason, she had to remain cautious. Although most of the humans who encountered her seemed unwilling to treat her as anything more than a caged pet, an oddity on display, or a test subject to be poked and prodded, there had been a few who had bothered to actually speak with her. Through them, she had learned where she was, at least, but was no closer to being able to gain her freedom.
And now... this young woman had chosen to speak to her. She did not look like the usual soldier or government official that had spoke to her - no, interrogated her - up until this point. That gave Zhaan some hope that perhaps this might be a different sort of interaction. Slowly, she rose from the bench she had been sitting on and walked closer to the glass. If the relative age of Crichton was to be any basis for comparison, this woman looked very young indeed. Then again, all humans were young ones compared to Zhaan. Eighty years... That was about how long Crichton had said the average human lived. Zhaan had already lived ten times that long.
Standing closer to the woman, inasmuch as the glass was still dividing the space between them, Zhaan's polite smile faded into a look of concern. Despite her situation, she was still an empath and a tenth level Pa'u, and for those reasons, she found it impossible to ignore the pain of others... even that of her own captors. "My goodness... There is such a heavy sadness that follows you," Zhaan said, her voice gentle and almost pained, as if she was feeling it too. It felt like... grief to her, but with humans she could never really be sure at first impression. She simply wasn't as familiar with their minds and emotions yet. "Are you alright?"
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17, 18 and 19 with any of your self ships!!!
ooh you're letting me pick? mhm okay I'll pick halchiyo for this one (it does have the best ship name lol) also this got long lol sorry
17 -Love at first sight or slow burn?
Incredibly slow burn, slow burn enough that you can't even use that fire to warm yourself if you were freezing to death lol. He would hate me at first and he would be full of mistrust for me and think me being nice is simply because i'm trying to get something. And i'll be honest, i'd be pretty hurt at first by feeling like my effort isn't seen or appreciated, or even worse like he's just completely disregarding it all anyways. It would take a long time of slowly slowly opening up (most likely from being thrown into a situation where he realizes there's no ulterior motives)
18- cuddle in bed or needing space to sleep?
This depends on where things are in the relationship. Sleeping next to someone is a hugely intimate thing and I feel like he'd be too afraid at first and even the first few times, he wouldn't be able to fall asleep and would stay awake and tense lol. Then there's me, I can sleep anywhere as long as I'm holding something, so the first time I'd roll over and hold him tight he'd be so stiff and weird about it. It again would take a long time to get him to not be so afraid of that. and then after that we'll cuddle all the time <3333
19- gifting love letters/poems or gifting flowers?
Omg i love love loveeeee buying flowers for people so I think we'd both be more partial to buying flowers. I'd buy pink roses and petals and blossoms and peonies for him to match his bonten hair, decorate his office with cute bouquets and tell him they're pretty like he is. And because he's a bit....difficult with words and doesn't really know how to talk about things he likes he'd do the same :') he'd definitely be more creative than me though- he's a pretty meticulous person when he needs to be so he'd put in the work to find the cutest bouquets.
thanks anon!
here is the link if anyone would like to join!
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was that kathryn newton? oh no no, that was just tress, a canon character from the cosmere series. they are twenty one years old, use she/they, and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.
how long has your character been here
i'm highkey saying she just showed up
what is your character’s job
i'm unsure. i think any shops that need someone to employ could be a cool plot for tress, but otherwise i'll probably have her wind up at a bakery or working on one of the boat tours in dc. also they're slowly taking some part time college classes
where has your character been pulled from in their fandom
right now i'm in the middle of the book, so in the middle of her journey to try and save charlie. she recently entered the crimson sea, and isn't sure how they got from there to here, but there's enough magic in tress' world that they have a variety of ideas for what might have happened.
has any magic affected your character
nope!
any other info
technically her given name is glorf. this isn't really important cause they exclusively go by tress but i had to share that knowledge.
okay so! gonna do a small lore dump without too many spoilers just need to know basis
the world building in this book is wild. tress is basically from a planet with twelve seas and twelve moons (i think it's twelve lol) and all of the moons release different spores
the spores make up the ocean, not water, hence why she lives on an emerald sea
when any form of water interacts with these spores they have some sort of effect, like growing into vines, or crystals, or shards, or exploding air. sounds cool, except like humans have water all over their body, and when i say the spores interact with water i mean any water
so essentially they're very dangerous. everyone lines their hours with silver or salt cause that kills the spores
suffice to say tress is going to be pretty stressed seeing their first rainfall here.
she's from an absolutely tiny island where no one is allowed to leave, and snuck onto a ship after finding out charlie, the boy she was in love with, was shipped off to an evil sorceress
she basically accidentally joins pirates, a bunch of shenanigans occur, and now she's here.
she basically became the person who worked with the spores on the ship and she's got some with her here in washington though very carefully sealed they're just for emergencies considering they're the main way she's capable of fighting i wanted her to have some
okay!! now one tress as a character
i understand her implicitly. she would rather risk her life than potentially inconvenience someone else and that is a vibe
she loves cups!!! collects cups!! is very excited to be in a new place with a lot of new cups!
pretty naive to the world, though open to learning.
she trusts so easily though it's pretty rough, and always wants to see the best in people. i wouldn't say that she's easy to take advantage of, because tress is pretty practical and smart, but she is the type to given seven thousand second chances because she wants people to be good so badly, and will find even the smallest good trait in people when she shouldn't
smart but that doesn't mean she regularly makes good decisions it just means she will rationalize stupid shit. and so stubborn!!!
very much an overthinker. a great listener but it takes tress a minute to figure out how to talk to other people.
plot ideas
collector buddies: anyone who collects anything please. tress would happily look out for their stuff in exchange for cups and i think it would be cute
in that same vein someone to go to different antique stores with her, again for cups
a roommate. tress is easy to live with and would offer to cook meals
maybe a more difficult character for her to befriend, although tress can handle someone having some bad traits she won't just let you be an asshole to her so we'd have to feel out the vibe
anyone to help her adjust to this world. their island was so small tress can't even fathom the idea of a place where you can't see the ocean no matter where you go. this is all going to be extremely weird to her. she's a good cook. will exchange baked goods for assistance.
as mentioned up above anyone who has some sort of shop and needs an employee this could be cool
school buddies she is going to need some help
a bad influence ig? not for like full crimes but this is someone who's barely even gotten drunk before someone make her have some fun
bisexual, down for a ship, probably on the wholesome side
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@rb-bot I'm sure someone else has prolly already offered, but if you do have to move far away for a while, I would be happy to keep any of your belongings safe for you til you can come back for them,
#my friend Zen tinkers with vehicles so I could ask them to store your car in their garage space for a while if needs be#we'd just have to ship it over here but that wouldn't be too difficult to arrange#ic
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But Who Could Love Me? (Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 9
A/N: 3 chapters in 3 days holy crapoly!
Warnings: This chapter does get a little tense (Rimmer has a breakdown) and I guess some implied smut 😏
Summary: Basically giving Rimmer the love he deserves :p
"What do you want me to do?" Rimmer shouted after you as he chased you down the corridor.
"Well for a start you need to tell Lister what you've done with Kochanski's disc?" You stood with your arms crossed.
"I can't tell him, he'll flush me out of an airlock" Rimmer was full of panic about possibly losing you "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, I understand why you did it but you need to tell him!" You spoke sternly as you walked off, turning back after a few steps "and until you do ...I'm off limits"
Despite telling him not to worry about you he quite clearly was, it also wasn't long before the others picked up on the tension between you two, hoping that distancing yourself from him would make him act quicker.
"Morning!" You smiled as you walked into Starbug's cockpit, standing next to Rimmer's chair as he looked at you a little upset that you weren't being your usual self, leaning against his chair.
"Krytes found a derelict on the scanner, thought we'd check it out before we head home" Lister smiled, clearly Rimmer hadn't told him yet.
"Sleep well?" Rimmer tried to spark conversation.
"Yeah fine thanks" You didn't even look at him as you sat down in Cat's seat, the feline must've already been on his second nap of the day, after all he has prepare for his main snooze.
"Is everyting ok ma'am?" Kryten asked as you turned to smile at him.
"Ooh trouble in paradise?" Lister smirked as Rimmer squirmed in his seat.
"No we're fine aren't we Arnie?" You smiled at Rimmer who was completely confused by your behaviour.
"Sure" He gave you a half hearted smile.
"Right bring her in Listy, I'll go wake up Cat" You patted Lister on the shoulder.
"Good luck!" Lister laughed.
"I don't need luck Listy!" You smirked as you left.
Before long you were all on the derelict, creeping quietly through the ship as the scanner in your hands lit up.
"Hmm theres life signs" You grumbled, Kryten peering over your shoulder to look at the scanner.
"Suggest we split into two groups" Kryten suggested "We're more of a target together"
"Kryten lets go!" Rimmer turned to leave as you shot your arm out in front of him.
"Krytes take Cat and Lister ...goalpost head is with me" You replied straight faced as the others walked off.
"I don't think the name calling was necessary?" Rimmer grumbled as you walked on.
It didn't take long for Rimmer to get frustrated with the silent treatment as you continued to walk round quietly, consistently monitoring the scanner in your hand.
"I know you're angry that I lied about Kochanski's disc and that you're off limits but you could at least talk to me" Rimmer finally broke the tension.
"You still haven't told him have you?" You asked not taking your eyes away from the scanner.
"I will tell him, but I want you to stop ignoring me" Rimmer replied as you stopped him at the end of the corridor buzzed.
"Can we talk about this later?" You whispered.
"Why can't we talk about it now?" He asked.
"Shh" You shushed him as you brought your finger to your lips.
"Y/N?" With a swift swing of your arm your hand was plastered over Rimmer's mouth.
"Take this and keep that" You whispered as pointed to his mouth and handed him the scanner "quiet!"
Your hand over his mouth was the only touch he had received from you since he confessed about the holo disc and while it wasn't exactly what he wanted ...it was still something and if it weren't for you holding a loaded bazookoid he would've had you against the wall with his lips firmly against yours. Those thoughts were knocked straight out of his mind by the sound of you firing the bazookoid although he was shocked to see the life form you had been tracking frozen in its tracks instead dead in a heap on the floor.
"How did you...? The bazookoids can't..." Rimmer couldn't quite finish a full sentence.
"I'm an engineer and we're 3 million years into deep space ...I get bored alright" You grumbled as you went over to the frozen creature "Niiice"
"I only asked" Rimmer muttered "What is it?"
"Some sort of transforming mutant" You pondered over it, resisting the urge to poke and prod it. For all you knew it could be poisonous or toxic.
"Polymorph?" Rimmer asked.
"A polymorph transforms into to different objects to blend with its surroundings" You looked at the mutant curiously "This simply turns itself invisible"
"Well what does it do?" Rimmer was growing impatient.
"I think I know" You smiled "But I'll need to Kryten to confirm"
"Meanwhile we're going to stay here with this thing ...how long will it stay frozen for?" Rimmer was starting to panic at the thought of hanging around an unknown mutant.
"Hey Krytes we've found the life form, we're at the end of B deck" You spoke into your watch.
"On our way ma'am" Kryten's voice replied through the watch.
With the derelict not even being a quarter of the size of the dwarf it didn't take long for the other 3 to find you. Rimmer was sat on the floor, leaning against a wall with his legs stretched out sulking while you were completely fascinated by the creature you had frozen.
"Is that it?" Lister asked as he spotted that it was frozen "Have you been modifying things again?"
"So what if i have? shoot me" You smiled as Lister chuckled "What do you think Kryten?
Before Kryten could answer the frozen mutant broke free, transforming into a huge green skinny monster, spitting as it hissed at you all.
"It's a psy-mutant" Kryten could just about be heard over the screeching.
"What the hell is a psy-mutant?" Lister shouted.
"Much like a psy-moon, a psy-mutant feeds of a persons pysche and transforms into their strongest negative emotion" Kryten explained.
"So who's it feeding of?" Rimmer asked as everyone locked and loaded their bazookoids.
"You sir!" Kryten answered as everyone sighed and rolled their eyes ...of course it was.
"Arnie ...thats your jealousy!" You looked at Rimmer and you could've sworn that had he been alive and had a heart you would've seen it drop to the floor, he never meant for this, he knew his jealousy was a problem but he never meant for it to become everyone else's problem.
"What have you got to be jealous about?" Lister growled as Rimmer became paralysed by the fear and guilt of being confronted by his jealousy.
"Should we shoot?" Cat asked.
"The bazookoids won't touch it" You sighed "The only way to defeat this thing is if you let it out"
"Let it out?" Rimmer looked at you a little confused but mostly terrified.
"If you keep this all bottled up, that thing will keep munching on it and we wont stand a chance but if you just say whats on your mind, let everything out thats causing your jealousy it wont have anything to feed on and we can kill it" You explained "I know its difficult Arnie but its the only way"
"I c..can't" Rimmer stuttered, the both of you knew it wasn't just his jealousy it was feeding on, it was slurping up his guilt too.
"Rimmer you need to tell him now" You looked at him, your eyes glistening over as you knew that what was about to happen was going to torture him "You'll feel so much better Arnie I promise"
"I'm so sorry" Rimmer looked at you with so much guilt and sorrow in his eyes as tears fell down his cheek.
"Don't worry about me, its Lister you need to talk to" You had almost forgot about the others watching you "Tell him Arnie"
"Tell me what?" Lister grew concerned.
"I..I ...I flushed Kochanski's disc out of an airlock" Rimmer stuttered as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, the jealousy monster letting out a loud screech as it took a hit.
"Ah ...this is awkward" Lister looked at the floor.
"What do you mean?" You asked as you anticipated his answer, he already knew and had already plotted his revenge unbeknown to anyone else.
"I already knew about that ...and in retaliation ...I might have flushed your revision time tables" Lister replied as a small smile formed on Rimmer's face.
"I suppose thats fair" Rimmer sighed.
"Ok I'm glad thats all sorted but that green gooey thing is still here" Cat reminded them.
"I said everything why is it still here?" Rimmer asked.
"Because thats not everything is it Arnie?" You spoke softly "Maybe it would be easier if you three gave us a moment"
"Are you sure?" Lister asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't worry I'll kick its arse if I need too" You smiled as he nodded and lead the others away "Arnie you can do this"
"I don't want to think about it" Rimmer scrunched his eyes closed.
"Arnie you can do this" You spoke softly and calmly.
"No I can't" He shook his head as he fought back the tears.
"Yes you can" You smiled as you turned him away from the creature, cupping his face in your hands "I know you can"
"Why are you with me?" Rimmer started to break down.
"Because I love you" You could feel the tears fighting to escape your own eyes.
"I'm out of my mind, I'm a jealous good for nothing waste of space" Rimmer sniffed as you let his forehead rest against yours "If I didn't have such a problem with getting the breaks, if I didn't get jealous every time someone else was happy, if I just shut myself away from the world maybe this wouldn't have happened, I'm not supposed to be happy, things aren't meant to go my way. I don't deserve anything"
"You know thats not true" You sobbed as you heart ached listening to Rimmer completely breakdown.
"Even my own parents didn't like me or my brothers" Rimmer kept his eyes shut tight.
"None of the way you're feeling right now is your fault Arnie" You kept your voice quiet so only he could hear you "It's not your fault you were treated so poorly, you do deserve to be happy ...more than anyone"
"Then why does everyone treat me so badly?" Rimmer sobbed, it felt strangely relieving for him to be so open and vulnerable and not be shot down further, his legs began to give way underneath him as he fell to the floor. Dropping down beside him and wrapping him up in your arms, gently rocking him back and forth as he cried. He hadn't even noticed the mutant had gone.
"Unfortunately some people are just awful" You spoke softly in his ear before placing a much awaited kiss next to the 'h' on his forehead "and those people don't deserve you in their lives"
"Please never leave me" Rimmer looked up at you, his eyes glossy and his cheeks puffy and red.
"That never even crossed my mind Arnie" You smiled as Rimmer's lips started to curl.
"I love you" Rimmer sniffed as his hand found its way to your cheek.
"I love you too Arnie" You smiled as you helped him up off the floor "Lets get you back to Starbug"
"The mutant's gone?" It was only now that Rimmer remembered why they were there.
"You defeated it!" You grinned as he chuckled "Come on lets get out of here"
Once back on Starbug with the others Rimmer opted to go to bed, he was exhausted physically and mentally.
"I'll wake you up when we're back on the dwarf alright" You smiled sweetly as you leant down to kiss him on the cheek before turning off the lights and going back to the rest of crew.
Thankfully you weren't that far away so it wasn't long before you were back home. You assumed Rimmer had gone to his bunk to go back to sleep as you curled up in yours to read, so when he suddenly appeared in your door way at 3am you were a little surprised.
"I thought you were sleeping" You smiled as he stood in the doorway with his hands behind his back.
"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep" Rimmer spoke quietly.
"Lister not up? It's not his bedtime yet?" You asked "Are you coming in?"
"He's happily munching on a curry I brought up for him" Rimmer looked down at the floor "And I didn't want to over step boundaries"
"Are you ok?" You looked at him a little concerned " Come in I won't bite ...not this time"
"Its nothing, just feeling a little bad about what happened and I know he flushed my timetables but I wanted to do something to say sorry" Rimmer blushed as he walked into your quarters "I mean he is my friend after all"
"Are you sure you're ok?" You laughed as Rimmer chuckled "Don't worry I won't tell him you called him your friend"
"Thanks" Rimmer smiled, revealing the beautiful bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back "These are for you"
"Where on io did you get these from?" You grinned as he handed them to you "They're gorgeous!"
"Kryten has been working in the botanical gardens, he let me take some flowers to make you a bouquet ...I should show you some time you'll love it" Rimmer was babbling, pleased to see you smiling.
"Thank you Arnie!" You smiled at him as you filled an empty red plastic cup with water to put the flowers in.
"Thank you for putting up with me" Rimmer mumbled.
"What are you muttering about?" You laughed a little as you raised your eyebrow at him.
"After what I put you through over the last couple of weeks, you're still here" Rimmer had gone back to the nervous, innocent person when you first started dating.
"You don't give up on someone you love" You gently took his hand in yours.
"Even if they're as messed up as me?" Rimmer's eyes finally met yours.
"I love you no matter what, you know that" You smiled as you stared into the chocolate brown eyes staring back at you.
"I really don't deserve you" Rimmer eyes lit up as he smiled.
"Hey no more putting yourself down ok?" You gently squeezed his hand "Promise?"
"Promise!" Rimmer chuckled.
"Now are you going to kiss me or not?" You smirked as Rimmer took off his jacket and threw it to the side of the room, after a little over two weeks of not being able to touch, hold or kiss you he was definitely a little touch starved.
"I thought you'd never ask" Rimmer grinned as he held your face in his hands, feeling his body press against yours as he brought you into the most passionate kiss he had ever given you or anyone for that matter, his arms dropping to your waist, sitting perfectly at the bottom of your back as you let your hands rest on his chest, feeling each other smile between kisses "Can I stay with you tonight?"
"I already assumed you would" You laughed as you brought him into another kiss.
"I love you" Rimmer replied softly as he took your hand in his and walked you over to the bed as you both sat down.
"I love you too Arnold Judas Rimmer" You smiled sweetly, his face lighting up like a child on christmas as you said the words. Delicately tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his fingertips he leant in to kiss you again, his arm around your waist as you both slowly fell down onto your bunk.
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