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My Very Soul (Chapter 16)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 15

Warnings: more angst (sorry), pouty Anakin, and dissociative symptoms? lol

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of your difficult conversation with Anakin, you are presented with a new mystery to solve

Word Count: 4.4k

"Tyrannus?" Master Obi-Wan said again, stroking his beard, sitting in the ship's hull with you and Master Yuma. "I've never heard that name before. Though," Obi-Wan continued thoughtfully, "it could be a codename. Someone powerful enough to order an assassination likely wouldn't reveal his true identity to his underlings."

"Or hers," Master Yuma agreed, "or theirs. And how does this Tyrannus fit into what we've discovered about Dooku?"

While you and Anakin had been...well, arguing, Master Yuma and Master Obi-Wan had discovered evidence of Count Dooku's involvement in an effort to unite various separatist factions into a real political movement. Of course, it was unlikely that Dooku himself was involved in the separatist violence toward the Galactic Senate. There was no motive. Still, Dooku's political leanings meant that you needed to tread carefully. His efforts to secede from the Republic could have dangerous consequences.

"We'll need to leave the system, and then return," Master Yuma suggested. "That way, we can land in the space port and state our intentions to pay a diplomatic visit to Count Dooku. He won't need to know of what we have learned already."

"You said Anakin wasn't far?" Obi-Wan asked, looking at you attentively.

"He wanted...to make sure the perimeter was secure," you said slowly, as if your tongue was numb, looking down at your hands. This was a feeble excuse, and you knew it, but Obi-Wan didn't seem inclined to press you further.

"I'll go and fetch him." Master Obi-Wan rose from the flight couch and strolled down the ship's open ramp into the forest. You and Master Yuma sat quietly for a moment, you making sure your Force presence was pulled fully inward, into the singularity inside you, the infinitely dense space where you could hide yourself when needed. It was no use.

"Spill it," Master Yuma said, sitting across from you, leaning forward and looking you in the eye. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened," you said, quasi-truthfully, avoiding your Master's gaze.

"I'll know soon enough," Master Yuma said, inclining her head toward the ramp. You knew she was right—Master Yuma would be able to read enough of the situation in Anakin's Force presence when he returned. You sighed.

"Truly, nothing happened," you pleaded, glancing at Master Yuma's beautiful face, feeling a sting of embarrassment. "I—I don't know what you all want from me." Your cheeks burned as anger singed through your insides. "I'm supposed to follow the code; I'm supposed to be compassionate; I'm supposed to put other's needs before my own; I'm supposed to do all of this at once, and I'm trying to, but it's like trying to hold together a starship with a thin strand of string. It's impossible to do all of it at once without hurting anyone. I can't—" You blinked back tears out of your eyes. "I can't make everyone happy, I can't be the perfect Jedi, and I'm trying so hard. Everyone is mad at me, all the time." You wiped your nose with the sleeve of your tunic. You knew you sounded like a whiny teenager, but you didn't care. You couldn't keep your frustration inside yourself any longer.

"No one is mad at you," Master Yuma said softly, reaching out her hand to place it over yours.

"Anakin is," you said, your face falling into despair. "And you are, too," you continued, looking your Master in the eye and pulling your hand away. "I know you think I should be handling this differently. I don't know what you want from me!" You stood up, swinging your hands. "I'm trying my best to keep everything together, and it's not enough for you, or for Anakin, or for the Order."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Master Yuma entuned softly, remaining still in her seated position, exuding the calm wisdom that came so easily to her. "If I've been too harsh with you, if I've overstepped my bounds, if I've made my opinions known without focusing first on your feelings—I apologize for my mistakes." Master Yuma's humility stripped the anger right out of your presence, and, as you usually did after an outburst like the one you'd just had, you felt remorse seep through you. You hung your head.

"I'm the one who should be sorry," you said quietly, turning to sit next to Master Yuma. "I shouldn't have lashed out like that. I'm just," you scrunched up your face, pushing the tears out of your eyes with your fingers, "I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to make everything okay."

"Sometimes you can't," Master Yuma said graciously, stroking your hair like she used to do when you were younger. "You can only do your best to make decisions that are right, and good."

"I am trying," you sighed. The feeling of her hands on your hair made you feel comforted in a way only Master Yuma could comfort you. It made you feel younger, like you were protected from harm.

"Then I commend you for that," Master Yuma smiled slightly. "And I'll leave it to you, to decide how to handle this...problem. I trust you, your instincts, and your intentions."

"Thank you," you said miserably. This support was helpful, sure—but it didn't solve the problem at hand, the one that was likely walking back to the ship now, hating your guts.

Anakin lay amidst the mosses and leaves, staring up at the gaps in the tree canopy. He knew this was called crown shyness—when trees wouldn't ever touch the trees growing next to them, giving them space, leaving these small gaps for sunlight to get through. These trees were like you, he thought bitterly. Always leaving just the smallest gap, never allowing him to get too close to you. The trees must have some scientific reason for growing like this, he thought. But what was your reasoning?

Anakin's anger had calmed into a dull ache, a bitter, hostile feeling that he felt attach inside of him, gripping around his organs. He didn't understand. As much as he thought through it, he couldn't make sense of your behavior. You had let Henry declare himself—you had let Henry tell you how much he admired you, how much he wanted to kiss you. Granted, you had jumped off a building after Henry's declaration, but still. Surely you had read Henry's emotional intentions as clearly as you had read Anakin's. Why had Henry been allowed to declare feelings for you aloud? Why hadn't you stopped him, the way you had stopped Anakin? Could you really believe he was trying to trick you—could you really think this was all about him being competitive?

Sure, Anakin had played into the competition that had grown between the two of you over the years. He'd found it fun, and comical, and also inevitable—the two of you were the best in your rank, and of course you wanted to beat each other, both having such competitive natures to begin with. But how could you think Anakin would put that over his friendship with you—his love?

Certainly, you were able to read Anakin's emotions well enough to know that his intentions had nothing to do with competition. So why would you say that you thought they did? What did you wish to gain, or avoid?

"Will you tell me what's wrong? Or are you planning to stew in your anger a bit longer?" Anakin turned his head in the direction of his Master's sarcastic voice, seeing Obi-Wan standing amongst the trees. Anakin pushed himself up on his arms.

"Stew, I think," Anakin responded moodily, standing up and brushing some of the dried moss off his tunic.

"Either way," Obi-Wan said shortly, crossing his arms and legs, standing in a casual position. "We're needed back at the ship. We plan to pay Count Dooku a visit."

Anakin started to walk back in the direction of the ship, slightly reluctantly, and Obi-Wan followed. "Y/N told us of your discovery," Obi-Wan said, watching his Padawan, "but we have no knowledge of anyone called Tyrannus. Interesting, indeed." Anakin said nothing, looking angrily at his feet as he stomped through the twigs and moss back in the ship's direction.

"What happened?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice kinder, ignoring Anakin's request to stew in his emotions.

"Nothing," Anakin said grumpily.

"Anakin, allowing your anger to fester is dangerous," Obi-Wan said, carefully, his voice even. "You mustn't allow it to grow inside of you, like this. You will lose control over it."

"I have plenty of control over my emotions," Anakin responded tersely. "It's Y/N you should be lecturing."

"Ah," Obi-Wan let out, looking at his Padawan as they walked. "Why do you say that?" "Because she's infuriating," Anakin said angrily, kicking a stick as he walked.

"I find her to be very pleasant company," Obi-Wan said, a small smile crossing his face. Anakin knew his Master was baiting him, trying to get him to divulge what had happened between the two of you, but he wasn't going to give in.

"Well, then, she should have been your Padawan. Instead of me," Anakin said crossly.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said, putting his arm on his Padawan's shoulder.

"I said I don't want to talk about it, okay?" Anakin shrugged Obi-Wan off and stalked ahead of him, leaving his Master to follow behind.

"And, as quickly as we vanished," Master Yuma said, pulling the ship out of hyperspace, "we reappear." You gazed out of the viewport. The view over Serenno was the same as the last time you'd seen it, but the feeling inside of the ship couldn't be more different. You sat across from Anakin, who had refused to say a word to you since he'd returned to the ship with Obi-Wan. You looked back at him, but he refused to even look at you. You saw his pouting face turned to the side, his jaw set in bitterness. You felt this anger surrounding his Force presence, but underneath it, you felt that he was still dwelling on your conversation, trying to make sense of it. You couldn't help yourself. You dove deeper into his presence, feeling his hurt with him, feeling his confusion. It hurt you, too, to think over these things. But you had done what you'd needed to do. You and Anakin couldn't let your relationship change. You couldn't violate the code. You'd be forced to leave the Jedi Order. You needed to be strong, for him as much as for yourself.

Anakin set his mouth into a firmer pout, putting his head into his hands, and you felt his thoughts turn to you, in this very moment, his anger lashing out toward you, his feelings of embarrassment and shame welling up as he communicated, very clearly, the desire for you to get out of his head. You let out the soft sound of a small inhale. Anakin had never, ever expressed that he felt intruded on, when you read his presence. He had never expressed the desire for you to stop reading him, with or without words. You looked away from him quickly, feeling tears springing behind your eyes. You closed your lids, and breathed deeply, but it was no use. You couldn't stop feeling Anakin's emotional impressions any more than you could stop hearing the whirring of the ship, any more than you could stop feeling the flight seat beneath you. It wasn't a sense you could turn off. You felt remorseful. You felt trapped. You drew your Force presence even deeper into yourself.

"That landing hangar, there," you heard Master Obi-Wan say to Master Yuma through the open door to the cockpit. You felt the ship touch down and opened your eyes, but Anakin was already standing up, turning his back to you, waiting at the ship's ramp.

"We've sent a transmission," Master Obi-Wan said, approaching the ramp with Master Yuma. "Count Dooku knows we have arrived to speak with him about the attacks on the senate."

"Why all the secrecy earlier," Anakin asked harshly, anger still permeating his tone, "if we were just going to state our intentions so clearly?"

"It's best to gather information from many sources," Master Obi-Wan said sagely. You tried to focus on the mission at hand, but you found your thoughts dwelling on Anakin, a despair you couldn't control seeping into every part of your mind. You didn't know whether this despair was your own, or if it was coming from Anakin, if it was even real. Your head was beginning to feel foggy. You and Anakin followed your Masters off the ship and out of the port, walking up the high street toward the capitol building, where your meeting with Count Dooku would take place. You watched your feet move beneath you, the cobblestones of the street moving past in a blur of the sunlight. Fully visible in your Jedi robes, you felt the presences around you taking in the sight of you and your fellows, felt the whispers moving past your senses, but you couldn't focus on any individual strand, any one presence. I must still be tired, you thought, trying to shake the brain fog out of you, but it was getting worse.

You looked upward toward the capitol building, cylindrical like all of the buildings on Serenno, but larger, grander in scale and beauty. You felt as if the air you were breathing in wasn't moving to your organs, like you were walking through thick sand.

"Something's wrong," you said, struggling to move your legs upward toward the capitol building. You heard the whispering presences through the Force grow louder around you, a cacophony of different emotions calling out to you.

"What?" Master Yuma turned back to you, and you saw her as if through a veil, felt her move toward you as if in slow motion. The fog descended around you. You saw Master Obi-Wan start to turn around, saw Anakin ignoring you, walking forward.

"Something..." you tried to say, but your legs started to feel weak underneath you. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply, trying to ground yourself in the Force. You felt outward, feeling the end of the root out in front of you, the root moving toward the base of the tremor, in the direction of the capitol building. You felt a presence acknowledge you, as if in fear.

"He...he knows I'm here," you said, your eyes still closed, trying to remain conscious. "But how—?"

"Y/N, what is it?" Master Obi-Wan asked urgently, grabbing onto your arm.

"It's happening again," you heard Master Yuma's terrified voice say to Master Obi-Wan.

"How does he know who I am?" you asked, your eyes dancing under their lids as you used your other senses to reach out to this presence. It did not feel the same as the black hole of a presence you'd felt on Hoth; still, there was something similar, a hint of darkness. If that presence had been a frozen sea, this one might be an ice cube. There was something nefarious in the Force, a disturbance that was taking all of your senses hostage.

"Y/N, you're scaring me," you heard Master Yuma say, as if from a distance. "Y/N, please, what is it? What's going on?" You worked the air in and out of your lungs, opening your eyes, taking in the blurry forms of Master Yuma and Master Obi-Wan.

"He's leaving," you whispered, feeling the presence turn, as if it were striding through a door, and slamming it shut.

"Who is leaving?" Master Yuma asked, watching your face. Behind your Masters, you saw a small ship taking off into the sky, as if from a hidden hangar in the capitol building.

"Count Dooku," you said, blinking, seeing your Masters more clearly. You saw Anakin standing at a distance, glancing up at you and then averting his eyes back to the ground, his face screwed up in a pout. You could tell he was listening closely.

"How do you—?" Master Obi-Wan began, but you shook your head.

"I'm not crazy," you pleaded, looking at both of your Masters.

"No one said you were," Master Yuma said, looking frantically back and forth between you and Obi-Wan. The brain fog was overwhelming you again.

"Y/N, you don't look so good," Master Obi-Wan observed. "Master Yuma will take you back to the ship. Anakin and I will check on Dooku's status." You nodded, turning to look at Anakin, who was still staring at the ground. Could he really cling to his anger, even now? Would he really refuse to look at you?

Master Yuma wrapped a firm arm around you and started to walk you back in the direction from which you'd come. You were shaking. You didn't know why, but you didn't want to leave Anakin's side. You turned your head back, looking to Anakin, pushing out with the Force. You reached out with your hurt, pleading with him just to look in your direction. Ani. You saw him grit his teeth firmly, and turn to walk the other way, refusing to even glance back at you.

You sat in your quarters, the sparse Padawan room feeling like a breath of fresh air after so long without sleep, and so long not being back at the Temple. You'd just awoken from a much needed nap. Here, surrounded by the safety of these walls, it was hard to remember the horrible nefarious buzzing feeling you'd felt on Serenno. Still, you tried to think back over that experience, tried to piece through what you'd felt. Thankfully, you'd been able to reunite with Jarin and his brother, escorting them safely off-world. They had recounted for Master Obi-Wan and Master Yuma what they had told you of the person called Tyrannus. You had been correct about Count Dooku; he had left shortly after his notice of your arrival. Master Obi-Wan and Master Yuma had agreed that this was suspicious, but they refused to jump to any conclusions. You had talked it over with your Master, and though you had no way of knowing this, you felt in your gut that Count Dooku had known of you, had recognized your presence. There was no explanation for this—why Count Dooku would know you, a lowly Padawan, made no sense.

Could the presence you had felt on Hoth those years ago have been Count Dooku's presence? Something in you didn't think so. But why would he have fled when Jedi came to Serenno on a diplomatic mission? Why did you feel this certainty, that Count Dooku had recognized you specifically? Why couldn't you shake the suspicion that you had been the reason Count Dooku had fled?

You felt her presence before she approached. You reached out with the Force, letting your Master know it was okay to come in before she knocked.

The door opened and Master Yuma walked through, smiling warmly at you, a stressed feeling vibrating through her Force presence.

"You look better," Master Yuma said, looking you over with a satisfied smile. You nodded back to her, sighing. "This last mission has given us a lot to think about, hasn't it?" Master Yuma approached your bed and sat, reaching her hand out to rub your back.

"Too much," you agreed. "Did you tell the council of my suspicions?" Master Yuma hesitated, her hand pausing mid-rub.

"The council...doesn't believe Count Dooku could have anything to do with the attacks on the senators," Master Yuma said carefully. You knitted your brow in frustration.

"Why?" you asked, trying to breathe through your elevated heartbeat.

"The council, in all of its wisdom, can at times fall into the trap of pride," Master Yuma explained. "Count Dooku was once a Jedi, trained by Master Yoda himself. They will not believe he would betray their code."

"Hasn't he already renounced their code?" you asked, confused. The more you tried to think through it all in your head, the more your head started to hurt.

"Y/N," Master Yuma said, soothingly, "you've been through a lot in these past few weeks. Try to put these concerns out of your mind, for now. Try to regain a sense of normalcy, of routine."

"But—"

"It is necessary, when one feels overwhelmed," Master Yuma said delicately, "to establish a sense of safety and regularity." You sighed.

"There's nothing normal about any of this," you emitted, your thoughts dwelling on Count Dooku, and then shifting to Anakin. You felt your face fall into a slight pout.

"Then we must try harder," Master Yuma said through a small smile, "to find that normalcy where we can." You felt in her pause something unsaid, and you turned to look at your Master, narrowing your eyes. Master Yuma met your gaze, and you felt the direction of her thoughts mirror your own.

"What is it you came in here to tell me?" you asked, suspicious.

"I have arranged sparring practice for you," Master Yuma said amiably, shrugging. "Now that you're feeling rested, a bit of practice—your normal routine—should do you some good." Your heart leapt as Master Yuma's thoughts dwelled on Anakin. You knew he wouldn't resist a good sparring match, and you knew he'd have to look at you, have to face you, speak to you again. You felt the corners of your mouth move upward, a smile gracing your face. Master Yuma looked delighted at this response.

"Anakin will be waiting for you on the eastern balcony at sunset," Master Yuma said, getting up off your bed and winking at you. "Don't hold back."

You sat very still. You knew if you allowed yourself any movement at all, you would break down, and you wouldn't let yourself do that. Your eyes were closed. You breathed evenly. You worked, hard, to keep your emotions at bay.

You were being silly. Anakin would come. He had been delayed, was all. And you knew that when he arrived, you wouldn't betray any negative emotions. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Everything would go back to the way it had been. When he came, he would find you here, meditating, like normal.

The minutes felt excruciatingly long. You breathed rhythmically, forcing air in and out of your lungs, forcing your face to remain composed. You would not give in. He would still come.

The minutes passed slowly, and you felt as if you were a statue beginning to crumble, sitting as you were, on this balcony, so still in your meditation pose. You felt your stone insides begin to crack. You felt the last bits of light fade from your skin. You couldn't keep yourself together any longer.

The moment you opened your eyes, and your body fell out of its position, you felt the tears flowing freely out of you. You didn't understand. How could he not come for you? Could he really be that angry with you? Didn't he understand, that everything you were doing was meant to hold your fragile lives together? Didn't he understand that you were doing this for his career as much as you were doing it for yours?

The pinks were fading from the Coruscanti skyline, the dark blue encroaching, and you let your emotions out, finally, kneeling as you faced the sky, weeping. How could things have gone so wrong? Anakin wasn't coming. Anakin had never before let you down, had never before failed to come for you, when you were waiting for him. The hurt of it was too much for you to bear. It felt as if you had been slashed through with a lightsaber, over and over again, the pain moving through your whole body. And you knew it was your fault.

"Find you here, I suspected I would," you heard behind you, and you stifled a gasp, turning your head. It wasn't often that anyone was able to sneak up on you, but your despair had clouded your senses.

"Master Yoda," you said through your tears, watching the old Jedi Master walking toward you, his cane hitting the marble of the balcony with an echoing click.

"A disturbance in the Force, I sensed," Master Yoda said in his calm, croaky voice. "Brought about, it was, by your grief." You looked at Master Yoda with wide eyes, the tears still falling softly, as he came and kneeled beside you, mirroring your body language, facing outward.

"Grief, Master?" you asked, trying to puzzle over the meaning of his words.

"Grief, yes, young one," Master Yoda said, looking out at the fading color in the sky. "Careful, we must be, with our feelings." You watched Master Yoda's face, but his eyes stared outward, looking far off into the distance.

"I—I fear my feelings stem from attachment," you spilled out, not able to keep up any pretense with this Jedi Master who made you feel as if you were once again five years old.

"Yes," Master Yoda responded, his calm pervading the atmosphere around the two of you. "Fear of loss, attachment can bring. But," Master Yoda continued, his ears perking up as he turned to look at you, "loss itself, does not bring about anger, or hatred. Our response to our grief, is what matters." You met Master Yoda's gaze, and saw on his face a small smile. In his Force presence, you felt nothing but calm, and a slight sense of pride, as he watched you. You sensed him thinking back to you as a youngling, sensed his admiration at how you had grown. You felt this Jedi's care for you in his very being, and it calmed you in a deep way. Being in Master Yoda's presence made everything feel okay.

"I have tried," you sighed, "to respond correctly. I have tried so hard," you said, a lone tear falling down your cheek, "to be compassionate to those around me, and to walk in the way of the light."

"Without compassion for the self," Master Yoda responded simply, "a Jedi cannot have compassion for others."

"Master?" you asked, confused, trying to make sense of this.

"Do right by your own feelings, you must," Master Yoda said firmly. "It is not feeling you must fear, but your response to feeling." You let these words sink in, trying to sort out their meaning. Master Yoda sighed. "True to your own feelings, you must be," Master Yoda said plainly, "if you wish to show compassion to others." You inhaled sharply. How could Master Yoda know--?

"Old, I am," Master Yoda said, standing slowly, using his cane for support. "Time for me to sleep, it is." Master Yoda smiled at you, a twinkle in his eye, before turning and exiting the balcony, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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lunalemures · 10 months

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Tell me about your ocs and the world you're creating!! I love learning about people's original fiction and I'm giving you free reign to thought dump to me about it!

part two (history) here part three (characters) here

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA okay so

my headworld (which I've codenamed Resolve) is set in a sci-fantasy setting where magic and fantastical creatures exist but it takes place in a whole galaxy with different planets that have starships that travel between them. There are also things called Gates that can be used to travel between worlds, which is faster but it requires a lot of organization and can be subject to wait times, so each method has its benefits and downsides.

magic in this world is called "weaving" because the world has a lot of textile themes in its magic. Weaving is essentially manipulating the threads of the human psyche to create effects beyond your natural control. Everyone is capable of weaving, but some people may be more talented in it than others, and some people may be more skilled in certain weaving "threads" than others.

Weaving is more powerful the less conscious you are, and this is due to the fact that the energy you use to weave, called "somnia," is generated by the soul, as well as something called the Dream Ocean. The Dream Ocean is a world parallel to the living world where spirits/souls reside. The less conscious you are, the more "in tune" you are with your soul, and the more powerful your weaving is.

spirits, which live in the dream ocean, are capable of passing into the living world, but they're a rare sight. seeing a spirit is considered good fortune, and receiving a spirit's blessing is considered INSANELY fortunate. spirits are usually the souls of the dead, but they can also be created from concentrated emotions over objects, places, etc. so for example if there's a battlefield where lots of death and mourning happened, that could cause the birth of a spirit, but so could someone holding onto their deceased mother's necklace to remember her.

there are also spirits composed of "darkness," which are called nightmares. nightmares are spirits who have lost sight of their locus, or their reason for being. They are overwhelmed by their emotions and are thus unpredictable, out of control, and usually dangerous. Nightmares are composed of negative emotions, but spirits without their locus also capable of being composed of positive emotions, such as joy. This is considerably more rare, however.

there's also a "mortal"/physical version of nightmares, which are called endcryers. endcryers are essentially the same thing as a nightmare, except they're made from living people, and they're contagious in a manner similar to lycanthropy. however, when an endcryer kills someone, it always eats them. the person they ate is then infected by the same "darkness" and are consumed by their own negative emotions, and the endcryer ends up (tw: emeto) regurgitating the person as a new endcryer, and they can never go back to being normal.

endcryers are called such because they're a phenomenon which has increased pandemic-levels of dangerous within the past 500 years. this has led to the creation of hunter clans.

hunters are people who are vigorously trained in the art of weaving to combat endcryers and help keep people safe. they're divided into clans, each with their own specialty, and they wear tattoos on their palms with an insignia representing what clan they're from. showing a valid hunter's mark usually earns you free food, drink, and lodging at most places, given the incredibly valuable service they provide to the world.

there's more, but this post is long enough already so i'm gonna make a new one dgsfhjgkhglj

#mochi's paracosm #resolve

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truedarkhcld · 9 months

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List of verses (so far)

Medieval AU: Wanda Maximoff, known as the legendary Scarlet Witch around the Balkans, is a young witch who functions as a nomadic healer and protector around Medieval Eastern Europe. Planned with @siberianwarriors.

Sci Fi AU: Wanda Maximoff (codename/call sign is Scarlet Witch) is the Commander on board the Avengers personal starship. Inspired by the film 65, the Star Wars franchise, various video games and the cyberpunk aesthetic.

#( ooc ) — [ ‘ you were pulling your punches ’ ]

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deepdarkconsumption · 3 months

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★BE A BOSS: OBJECTIVE COMPLETED

General Content Warning for: Violence, blood, guns, knives, smoking, drugs, alcohol, wounds, fire, possible body horror, etc.

Just another kin bastard out here. Don't mind me. Dont worry about it lol

fyi for u 3edgy5me kids - Im an adult. fuckin. stay in ur lane and be safe bc ur only a kid once. dont make my mistakes. seriously.

➥ Myth / Wraith / some kin names work (namely Zeitgeist or Infinity) ➥ he/his or it/its ➥ 1997. so. adult. ➥ Got a memory span like a goldfish on a bad drug trip ➥ just a fuckin weird bastard tbh

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➥ Black-Billed Magpie - #magpie Having multiple 'types that had wings is a pain bc getting the feeling of astral wings doesn't HELP especially when 3 of the 4 were all feathered wings. heck-

➥ Deep Sea Monster - #dsm A bio-luminescent catfish-gator-serpent creature. Very large/long. Rarely came up to or near the surface. If I did it was at night and usually to sink passing ships or submarines. I lurked in cave deep underwater. I used to hoard stuff from sunken ships and subs.

➥ Demon - #idt Super unconventional demon here. Like not in the hellfire and brimstone sense - like the inter-dimensional traveler who liked fucking shit up and messing with others, to the point where it often resulted in disaster and death.

➥ Miniature Goat - #goat

➥ Yellow Mongoose - #mongoose I do feel a strong connection to any mongoose, however.

➥ Void - #void ohman how to explain- I was some kind of void-dweller. I can feel wings of some kind, nothing really like birds or bats or bugs, just wings? When I get anxious in a shift, I get a glitchy, staticy, spaced out feeling, in my body, in my brain, moreso than normal. It also feels very militaristic which doesn’t make sense like ??? maybe its b/c another kintype? Maybe not?

My Fictiotypes (alphabetical)

➥ Claudia Donovan - #Donovan Warehouse 13, mostly canon compliant? I think? Do NOT follow if shared. Still working out if I was in an AU or not but so far, the events of the show seem fairly accurate?? IDK man memories are a bitch tbh. Should probably rewatch it again-

➥ Cut-Out - #roughnecks Starship Troopers: Invasion, noncanon fictiotype. Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared. Mobile Infantry Soldier. Rico’s Roughneck’s platoon. Nick-name was Cut-Out. I remember I had screwed up somehow & getting my unit killed. I was the only one who survived. The war lasted about another decade afterwards. I was forced into training new recruits, despite my protests.

➥ Flametrooper - #Flametrooper Star Wars sequels, noncanon/background. Just another background flametrooper, really. All I remember is the heat of the fire, and the harsh smell of chemicals. Mostly sensory memories, nothing visual of note.

➥ Flint - #Necro Dragonfable, noncanon fictiotype Unsure on doubles, please ask. I mostly used Necromancy with some Pyromancy at times. I remember a mostly dark blue and black colour scheme and I know that damn dragon was black with deep blues. Fucked if I know anything else about it.

➥ Point Blank Member - #gm Saints Row, noncanon fictiotype. Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared. I didn’t really work with pimping and drug dealing, though I would escort others at times. I worked more in enforcement and similar. I wasn��t a gang boss, but I was sorta high up in the ranks. Rival gangs did not like me lol I was a vicious bastard :p

➥ Project M6, Codename: Infinity - #asset Marvel Cinematic Universe, noncanon fictiotype. Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared. Originally I thought M6 was just a sona but NOPE I was wrong about a kintype oops. I absolutely did not volunteer for experiments. I was kidnapped by Hydra and they ended up experimenting on me a lot, and brainwashed to the point the only identity I had was what they gave to me. I ended up being captured by SHIELD prior to CA:TWS. This whole life was a shitshow lol

Usually at least in some form of a partial kinshift for this one. Def would say this is my strongest one. Welp.

➥ Zeitgeist - #Acid boy Deadpool 2, mostly canon compliant? Do NOT follow if shared I don't recall how I died but I also don't recall much of the canon shown? So I think the outcome of X-Force was different than shown in the film. I was a bit of a jerk, and I know I didn't consider myself to be a nice person despite having a mostly chill yet chaotic vibe. I also remember smoking a lot, because it was the only thing that got the taste of that acid vomit out of my mouth.

#deepdarkconsumption.txt

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empressxmachina · 3 months

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"Are the Kids Alright," a photo-manipulation by me (Also on DA)

In my constant search for new poses, I did a deep dive into more ground-level positions, especially kneeling, some time ago. (See Upright Traveler as an example.) I saw the photo containing the two peeping kids and wondered, "What would they be doing on the ground?" Being me, it had to be a person, and what better person for a kid to come across than a possible friend via another kid? 2-on-1 is not fair, so I had to make it even. But then two small kids wouldn't/shouldn't wander by themselves in a home as big as a starship, so there's a guardian, too. And then my mind started going and made a plot.

(some ideas and references below)

There's more to this plot in my head, like why the phone is cracked (because, of course, there is), barely including a beginning but not an ending. There is a hell of a System™ they all live in, though, and they all have issues! In any case, I would love to deal with this dynamic more: chaos through a less mature lens, (single-) parent struggles to coalesce, finding one's place in Society™, etc. Right now, I've codenamed it Rent-Free because they're all in my and each other's heads, along with the small squad squatting in the Connolly home that way. (I have both of the screened photos separately, too, if you'd like to view them independently for whatever reason. 😊)

- Brother and sister ("Irish twins" aka born within a year of each other because of "reasons") Nina and Kai wanted to get a grander look at where they've been crashing around for some time - indeed only sleeping and occasional storage, aka no actual "borrowing" for "reasons" - and as 'it's their funeral,' their mom Tamara let them do so but under her guard.

- All was fine until the two kids from the family that habitually lived there - actual twins Rowan and Hazel Connolly - came running in, looking for something, and found the three under a couch.

- Not wanting to show fear, Tamara instructed her kids to keep moving toward the path from whence they came as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, she did the same while judging the giant youths, only to be confused when she detected they had no bad intentions, just looking and giving space until they were out of view.

- Eventually, Rowan and Hazel inform their father, Gabriel, that they have had visitors, and here he is watching security footage proving his kiddos right on one screen and getting a closer look at the trio, specifically with frame editing on the other. From his spawn being distressed from the others' lack of action to the children passing through looking disenfranchised in some way, all Gabriel could ponder over, aside from the mother being unexpectedly pretty (because I'm a hopeless romantic), was ✨ the concern within this picture's title! ✨

Honestly, I wasn't aiming for a particular size difference here. Yet, I know the tiny trio aesthetically resembles a Borrowers family. Does their sizing match the canon's 1:18 differential? From what I've seen, the legs of Chesterfield couches like this one tend to measure between three and six inches on average. But I can't be assed to detect how oversized (if at all) the couch is canonically or how kids would usually look against it. I think the miniature mother here would be a smidge under four inches if my calculations are correct, so maybe this does look right. Against the couch, I think those three look okay, but I cannot say the same with the big, little kids. What do you think?

Circa August 2023.

Put them all in the Fast and the Furious saga with all this FAMILY.

~Autodesk Sketchbook

~couch and tan office

~Connolly kids

~nervous Nina

~shy Kai

~Tamara's toughwear

~part of Tamara's face

~the other part of Tamara's face

~Gabriel's POV and private place

~video player

~phone app layout

~phone cracked screen

~vignette border

"Is the title a callback to The Who or The Offspring?" In truth, it's to Chloe x Halle, which I guess would also point more toward the latter.

Please don't be weird about the kids; that should be common knowledge. I'll snitch on you. 😠

#g/t #my art #rent-free #sm #sw #giant male #gts #borrowers #cuties all around #photo manipulation #collage #Family #Parents #Children #Kids

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majordallows · 9 months

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Special Agent Jaina Dallows, hailing from Empress Teta, had a challenging upbringing in an impoverished miner's family. Despite her circumstances, her exceptional intellect was recognized early, leading her to secure a Naval scholarship for studies at the Royal Imperial Academy on Coruscant.

During her academic journey, Jaina achieved four Doctorate titles, specializing in diverse fields, such as biomechanical augmentation integration, polyarmored-matrice metallurgical analysis, hyperlightspeed beam emission topography, and renucleation of microtubules in post-Hayflick cloned tissues. However, she often neglected lectures to pursue her passion projects, which ultimately affected her graduation status.

Facing a lackluster position as a Junior Science Officer aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer, Jaina reluctantly accepted an offer from Director Kelbier to join the Tarkin Initiative, a secretive branch of the Imperial Department of Military Research. Her work on Project Stardust and other military projects, including Pax Aurora, showcased her significant contributions.

Under the codename "Serra," Jaina played a key role in the obscure and secretive Project I71A. Her official dossier claimed she researched bacterial-based self-healing starship hulls on the fictional vessel "ISD Maramere." After the abolition of Project I71A, Jaina transitioned to the Dark Trooper program, eventually serving under Commander Fordo, DT-ARC-77.

Dallows exemplifies intellectual brilliance, dedication, and shows great courage in navigating the difficult choices that need to be made in the turbulent world of Imperial military research.

#(This is my life now. Teaching a computer how to make Star Wars)#(I'm think I'm actually getting there! holy shit)

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blo0swing46 · 3 years

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Underwing Challenge Day 6!

What does your portfolio look like? Talk about as many other WIPS as you'd like here.

My portfolio is very mixed, but mostly contains different types of Fantasy or Adventure stories, occasionally drifting into side genres like Science Fiction, Actions, or Mystery/suspense! I also mainly write chapter books, as that's what I find most entertaining!

I have a few WIPs, so we'd better get started!

Quiet Instincts: Melissa is a young girl who's become good friends with a group of runaway kids who live in school that was abandoned after 5 students went missing nearly 30-40 years ago. Melissa starts feeling like she's being watched and sees shadows following her. While doing further research into this, she runs into an old man who gives her a book that details events very similar to her own. With the help of a few of her friends, she investigates an area near her town said to be connected with these strange events. Much to their surprise, they quickly end up in over their heads.

Trapped Underground: While exploring the outskirts of their city, Callan and his friend, Felix, find a strange cave. During school the next day, they convince two of their friends to join them in exploring it, and are quickly joined by the "teachers pet", as she thinks they'll just cause harm to the cave. They meet up later that night and go to the cave, only to be trapped inside by a sudden rockslide. The five of them, plus another student who'd accidently got caught in with them, try to find an exit before they run out of supplies. They soon start to think that the rockslide might not have been an accident, as strange occurrences start to happen and one of them seems to be the target. Callan.

Codename Starships: Overconfident, anti-villan, Ryker Clint, is half way between roaming the galaxy as an independent bounty hunter-type person and running around doing tasks for the agency that's been tasked with protecting the galaxy. He keeps his ship running with his self aware computer, Pigeon, and his young mechanic, Kayl. The two of them are going through their normal routine when one of their closest allies is attacked and robbed of a powerful item, one of many scattered throughout the galaxy. Seeking revenge, Ryker and Kayl try and find the people responsible, but their paths are crossed with the Agency's who are looking for the same people, and they quickly realize that these thieves are a bigger threat then they thought, as they've collected multiple of the powerful objects and are possibly putting the whole universe at risk.

*my less developed stories-*

Operation Magic (Working on name): In a galaxy full of indepent hero-like agencies who help defend the worlds their located on, three young students are trying to find a way to start up their own agency when they are suddenly wrapped up in another agency's conflicts. Two of them leave while the one takes on being an apprentice for that agency's wizard (All agencies have a mix of medical staff, wizards, and engineers, as well as fighters/defenders. They can all take on apprentices/interns.) However, when the apprentice is mysteriously injured just a few days later, the other two come back and try to figure out what happened to their friend. Suddenly, the whole agency is sabatoged, leaving them distraught and confused. However, they quickly get their act together and peruse the traitor to try to stop him from starting a civil war admist the very tense situation the solar system finds themself in.

Kingdom Siege (working on name): A story that takes place in a fantasy-Medieval setting. A jolly guard from a waterbased kingdom who came to one of the biggest, and most inclusive kingdoms on land to find work is now one of the highest ranking commanders. However, after the Prince is secretly kidnapped, the King is blackmailed by a group of extremists. The Water Guard and a few of his friends are exiled when they get suspicious of the King's changing behavior. However, they don't give up on the King and his family. Together with a few people on the inside, they plot to retake the kingdom and save the royal family, which includes endeavors little sneaking into the castle, spying, and even interrupting an execution.

I have more, but these are the ones I feel the most confident talking about!

That's all for now! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you all have great day!

#underwing Challenge #underwing Challenge Day 6 #Quiet Instincts #Trapped Underground #Codename Starships #Operation Magic #Kingdom Siege

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swinging-sparrows · 2 years

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WIP Titles Tag

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it. Then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thanks @indigocastor for the tag!

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- Rage that Controls the Blade

- Quiet Instincts

- Trapped Underground

- Codename: Starships

- Home

- Kingdom Seige

- Operation Magic

- Ruins

- Prequel/ Legend

- A New Plauge

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Woop! I don't think i can find that many people to tag but: @rayne-storm @allesindbloed @moth-with-a-pen-archive if you'd like too!

#random post

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tybarious-ii · 2 years

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"Codename Wyvern" by Jetfreak-7: link

"By all accounts, the Constitution Class remains as one of the most distinguished starship designs in Starfleet history. With a fifty year production run, several refits and derivative classes, its reputation in the service was legendary. However, the type’s eventual retirement was finally brought about by shifting trends and the Strategic Arms Limitation Treaties that followed the Khitomer Accords in 2293. Which ironically, was made possible by a prominent member of the class, the USS Enterprise-A. These changing times for the Federation Starfleet caused a paradigm shift in its core structuring, principles and foreign policy. The prevalent emphasis on military expansion was gradually reduced in favor of exploratory and diplomatic endeavours. The mutual assured destruction of a Federation-Klingon war was no longer a threat to Galactic peace.

Despite its merits, the Constitution Class was now viewed as a 'Cold War' relic, akin to its equally famous Klingon D7/K’tinga counterpart. The reduction of military arms mandated the retirement of prominent capital ships in both interstellar states. The Klingons would retire its aging portion of combat vessels and Starfleet was expected to follow. As such, the bulk of the Constitution fleet, which included the Enterprise-A, were formally retired and mothballed in successive batches. The examples chosen were at least twenty to forty years old. The remaining new-builds would be retained and refitted for exploratory purposes. Starfleet's military oriented designs also suffered the same fate as the Constitution. Numerous destroyers, battleships and other designs were eventually sent to storage, reassigned to reserves or dismantled altogether. Classes like the agile Phobos and imposing Yamato Class saw their days as numbered. Meanwhile, prominent stablemates like the Miranda, Constellation, and Excelsior were unimpeded in active production and service. They were excellent platforms in the scientific area and continued development for many years.

The remaining newer models of the Constitution Class were sent to various shipyards for their respective refits. Equipped with new research labs and refined exploration equipment, these 2280's and 2290's 'Connie' models would serve well into 2330's. Charting unexplored sectors of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, serving in diplomatic endeavours and maintaining a familiar face for the Federation. A century after the first Constitution left drydock in 2244, the class would see its illustrious career finally end in the late 2340's. With the exception of several one-offs, the bulk of the surviving Constitutions would be sent to reserve fleets or dismantled. A few would even make it into the private sector, becoming expensive collector items or personal yachts for the wealthy.

However, a new lease on life was on the horizon. During the opening months of the Dominion War, Starfleet's Corps of Engineers, at the time headed by time displaced Montgomery Scott, was tasked to evaluate certain types to be brought out from mothballs to fill up the fleet's ranks. Chief among them were several preserved Constitution hulls stored in Starbase 34. Scott's team discerned that they were ideal candidates to be upgraded to 2370's era technology. First among the ships to be refitted and re-commissioned would be the USS Wyvern NCC-2848. The modifications were extensive but managed to stay fairly manageable in terms of cost and manpower. This was due to the reliance on "off the shelf" refitting techniques. The entire shipboard systems were updated to 2370's standards and the outboard hull layout was patterned over the 2310's era Sparrow Class, saving costs even further. The end result was a balanced light cruiser capable of basic fleet defense missions. She was promptly re-added back to Starfleet service and given the brand new registry NCC-78702 as a personal touch by Scott. This would give the illusion of a revived Constitution line, a helpful psychological tactic in wartime. Her engineers would later give it the moniker 'Wyvern Subclass'.

Several ships followed suit and were assigned to core systems to augment their defenses. In mock combat assessments, Wyverns handled fairly well and were comparable to a Sabre destroyer in mobility. However, they were still limited ships with relatively basic capabilities. The Wyvern was indeed born out of the need to fill missing gaps in the UFP's defensive line. Still, it also gave the old Constitution a new lease on life for the foreseeable future. The sixteen vessels currently in service are expected to serve well into 2400. A legend is reborn.

Model by Rick Knox

BG by freelancah, Burning Liquid and CE"

#Star Trek #Constitution Class #Wyvern Class #USS Wyvern NCC-2848 #USS Wyvern NCC-78702 #USS Wyvern #fan design

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artsy-hobbitses · 3 years

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It’s WHO RUN THIS WORLD? GIRLS! night on my canvas again and we’ve got Humanformer Elita One/Alisa Ivanova here to instill some goddamn discipline in the ranks because damn Prime, she heard your little Autobot squad was sort of rag-tag but this is embarrassing.

Prideful, hypercompetent, pragmatic and with a harsh but fair moral compass mostly focussed on the greater good no matter what it takes to get there, she’s the fearsome captain of starship Carcer which almost two decades back was under the leadership of Leonardo Maximo (then a decorated war general) sent to colonise one of Saturn’s moons to be turned into a military outpost as part of earth’s early warning system for future invasions. Carcer carried with it the specs for a ‘Titan’ AI codenamed Vigilem which was helping run the ship and was meant to terraform areas of the moon into a livable outpost, and Leonardo, enamored with the idea of literally being able to craft the beginnings of a new civilization in a world (god-like, he often said) spent a lot of time studying the coding.

No one saw anything particular wrong with this through the three-year trip to their intended destination, but when he started talking to it and it started talking back, they took notice, and when he started to style himself as a new prophet taking on the name Liege Maximo who wanted to rebuild earth in his vision with Vigilem’s help, they were very, very worried, except that is, for Alisa who challenged him for leadership of the spacefleet and defeated him soundly (with the scar on her face as a reminder).

In realizing that Vigilem meant to help its master escape and enact his vision the moment the fleet touched down on any terraformable planet, she figured that this meant the ship could never touch the surface of a planet again (at least until they figured out how to completely terminate Vigilem, which is hard to do in a situation where it could inhabit any digital space) and so they’ve been traveling through space since, occasionally refueling and gathering supplies as well as new crew members (or letting some off) using smaller spacecrafts to touch base with other planetary outposts.

#elita one #elita-1 #Humanformers #Maccadam #Humanformers AU

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lovestruckvoltage · 4 years

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Astoria: Fate's Kiss & Astoria: Lost Kisses Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Medusa (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Alex Cyprin (they/them, non-binary, queer) - romanceable Persephone (she/her, pansexual) Charybdis (she/her, pansexual) Chimera Prime (she/her, queer) Scylla (she/her, lesbian) Eryn (she/her, lesbian) Stheno (she/her, bisexual) Euryale (she/her, lesbian) Aphrodite (she/her, Goddess Of Love, queer) Nyela (she/her, bisexual) Eagle Sanders (he/him, bisexual) Ladon (he/him, queer) Robin (they/them, non-binary, questioning) Josh (he/him, aromantic, asexual) Astoria Heroine’s Mom (she/her, bisexual) May Chan (she/her, pansexual) Megara (she/her, bisexual) Arachne (she/her, lesbian) Athena (she/her, aromantic, asexual)

Gangsters in Love Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Aurora James (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Skylar Locke (she/her, bisexual) Amelia Wu (she/her, bisexual)

Castaway! Love's Adventure Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Serena Zhang (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Clyde Hughes (he/him, bisexual) - romanceable Joaquin Ortega (he/him, pansexual) - romanceable Olivia Rossi (she/her, lesbian)

Love & Legends Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Iseul Idreis (he/him, pansexual) - romanceable Altea Bellerose (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Helena Klein (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Sophie Lawrence & Solaire Lightwing (she/her, pansexual) Ryland Goldhart (he/him, bisexual) Imohn Idreis (they/them, non-binary, aromantic, asexual) Ishara Idreis (she/her, pansexual) Witch Queen (she/her, bisexual) Mireille Mercier (she/her, lesbian) Lisette Hallis-Falke (she/her, lesbian) Della Falke (she/her, bisexual) Heloise Falke (she/her, questioning) Caligo Hawkeye (he/him, pansexual) Amelia (she/her, queer)

Speakeasy Tonight Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Sofia Martinez (she/her, bisexual) - romanceable Fryderyka aka Freddie (she/her, lesbian) Evelyn Moy (she/her, lesbian) Elliot Graham (he/him, bisexual)

Starship Promise Jessa Flexand (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Alien Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Nova (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Zhora Leonis (she/her, pansexual) - romanceable Gamma (they/them, queer) Dr.Xendalia (she/her, lesbian) Wyst Pochny (she/her, queer) Kora Thale (she/her, lesbian) Roux Caldera (they/them, queer) Astrid Moon (she/her, queer) Keda Meridian (she/her, queer)

To Love & Protect Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Ellis Cooper (he/him, pansexual) - romanceable Madison Lane (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Cal Egret (she/her, lesbian) Kashvi Dabral (she/her, lesbian)

Havenfall is for Lovers Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Mackenzie Hunt (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Jordan 'JD' Davies (they/them, queer) - romanceable Razi Nassar (he/him, pansexual) - romanceable Vanessa Helsing (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Antonio Vasquez (he/him, bisexual) - romanceable Annabelle Sheppard (she/her, bisexual) Damien Rider (he/him, bisexual) Grace (she/her, bisexual) Gwen Doran (she/her, pansexual) Hikari Hayashi (she/her, pansexual) Mothman (they/them, bigender, queer) Roshni Nassar (she/her, pansexual) Liliane Labasque (she/her, lesbian) Evangelina Vasquez (she/her, trans, heterosexual) Rahim Nassar (he/him, gay) Levana Helsing (she/her, asexual biromantic) John Lapin (he/him, asexual biromantic) Nessie (she/her, pansexual) Baphomet (they/them, queer)

Villainous Nights Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Andi Kim (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Renzei Feng (he/him, pansexual) - romanceable Lorelei Linden (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable [REDACTED] aka Bat ([REDACTED]) Robin (they/them, queer) Miguel Santos (he/him, gay) Scarlet Brighid (she/her, lesbian) Juliette (she/her, pansexual) - romanceable Dahlia London (she/her, bisexual) Ezekiel Dorian (he/him, pansexual)

Sweet Enchantments New Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Nysa Dawnvale (she/her, pansexual) - romanceable Marcel Everbloom (he/him, trans, gay) Thaddeus Moore (he/him, gay) Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Runa Amberthorne (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Zain Blackwood (he/him, bisexual) - romanceable Liora Skyheart (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Emeril Everbloom (she/her, demisexual lesbian) - romanceable Kamila Rosenchild (she/her, bisexual) Zola Knightbrand (she/her, lesbian) Mr. Pondworthy (he/him, gay) Silvain Wintertide (he/him, pansexual) Elyscia Volalin (she/her, asexual biromantic) Axia Bloodsparrow (she/her, pansexual)

Queen of Thieves Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Nikolai Stirling (he/him, demisexual pansexual) -romanceable Vivienne Tang (she/her, lesbian) -romanceable Remy Chevalier (he/him, bisexual) -romanceable Zoe Banks (she/her, lesbian) -romanceable Jett Slater (he/him, bisexual) -romanceable Jace (they/them, queer) Ariana Nassar (she/her, lesbian) Daisa Khoury (she/her, bisexual) Raveena Patel (she/her, demisexual) Clemance Bardot (she/her, bisexual) Claudia Ribeiro (she/her, bisexual) Domino (she/her, lesbian) Inez Serrano (she/her, bisexual) Nadia (she/her, lesbian) Penny (she/her, pansexual) Casimir Vederevsky (he/him, gay) Benoit Dupont (he/him, gay)

Sin With Me Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Wrath (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Onyx Wren (she/her, bisexual) - romanceable Malakai Collins (he/him, demisexual) - romanceable Yvette Holte (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Ripley (she/her, lesbian) Vinca (she/her, lesbian) Nero (he/him, pansexual) Nahara (she/her, bisexual demisexual) Nitsa (she/her, lesbian) Sage (she/her, lesbian) Trudy Goode (she/her, pansexual)

Reigning Passions Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Amara (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Sevastian (he/him, pansexual) - romanceable Lyris (he/him, pansexual) - romanceable Xenia (she/her, bisexual) - romanceable Hazel: (she/her, trans, lesbian) Galen: (they/them, queer) Piama (she/her, pansexual) Edera (she/her, bisexual) Safir (she/her, lesbian) Hortensia (she/her, bisexual) Nisse (she/her, bisexual) Thea (she/her, lesbian) Rosie (she/her, bisexual) Ruelle (she/her, bisexual)

Drawn Together Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Tess (she/her, pansexual)

3 Tattoos Heroine (she/her, bisexual)

Events Pride Month 2017 Emily Verma (she/her, lesbian) Codename Shield (she/her, bisexual)

Halloween 2017 Heroine (she/her, bisexual) Wendy Li (she/her, lesbian)

Ever After Academy MC (she/her, bisexual) MC (he/him, gay) Nora (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Lucas (he/him, gay) - romanceable Arin (they/them, queer) Darla (she/her, lesbian)

Tales of the Wild Della (she/her, bisexual) Revi (she/her, lesbian) - romanceable Maeve (she/her, bisexual)

Wicked Lawless Love MC (she/her, bisexual) Cecelia (she/her, bisexual) - romancable Fiona (she/her, lesbian) Ada (she/her, bisexual)

#lovestruck

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moonlight--falls · 3 years

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Operation: Jefferson Starship

Meet [REDACTED], Codename: Jefferson Starship.

The Vampiric Council was looking for someone willing to birth 100 children to increase vampire population and feeding supply of the City of Bridgeport. They approached Jefferson for the role.

She refused

They offered a million simoleans.

She accepted.

How old is she really? Who the hell knows. What’s her real name? That’s none of your business.

Why is she called Jefferson Starship? ‘Cause she built this city. She built this city on rock and roll 100 kids.

...Also I made her a vampire and gave her the Hates Children trait for fun.

#ts3 #sims 3 #ts3 gameplay #sims 3 gameplay #sims gameplay #Operation Jefferson Starship #Jeffy Starship #look i know 100 baby challenges are overplayed #but bare with me #also i just realized her name is close to j*free star #no relation to that I swear

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raven-of-domain-kwaad · 4 years

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OC Bio meme

Saw @shanfamilydrama do this and they said for anyone to do a follow up so here I am. Looking at my smuggler couple.

basics

full name: Temeli Izuni born Teme’lizuni

codename or nickname: Ace, Captain, Voidhound, Tem (only by her wife), large number of expletives in a variety of languages

birth date: 3667 BBY / 14 BTC

birth place: independent freighter owned by her parents

species: Twi’lek

organization/group: Voidhound’s criminal empire, Eternal Alliance

former affiliates: Galactic Republic

family and friends

father: deceased. Killed when their freighter was destroyed during the start of the Mandalorian Blockade

mother: deceased. Killed when their freighter was destroyed during the start of the Mandalorian Blockade

sibling(s): a twin sister that was taken in and raised by mandalorians after their parents freighter was destroyed

other relatives: various relatives back on Ryloth

spouses: Lynora Paige

friends: her crew, some mandalorians from her sister’s clan

description

height: 5′6″ or about 167 cm

skin color: pink

eye color: violet

any scars: burn scars on her back that happened when her parents freighter was fired on by mandalorian ships

Various smaller scars from starship maintenance and bar fights

any tattoos: across her lekku and cheeks

any piercings: no

other notable features: none

basics

full name: Lynora Paige

codename or nickname: Septoid (SIS codename), Lyn

birth date: 3671 BBY / 18 BTC

birth place: Eriadu

species: human

organization/group: Voidhound’s criminal empire, Eternal Alliance

former affiliates: Strategic Information Service, Galactic Republic

family and friends

father: deceased. Killed during the Third battle of the Seswenna sector

mother: deceased. Killed during the Third battle of the Seswenna sector

sibling(s): none

other relatives: none that she knows

spouses: Temeli Izuni

friends: Ryscha Kine (my Hero of Tython), Temeli’s crew (smuggler class companions), some SIS agents, like Galen, that learned she was still alive after being declared dead by the agency

description

height: 5′4″ or about 162 cm

hair color: red

eye color: green

any scars: one across her right eye that happened when she was ‘reprimanded’ during her time in an Imperial labor camp.

Various smaller scars from starship maintenance and bar fights.

any tattoos: both of her arms have the same design that Temeli has on her lekku.

any piercings: no

other notable features: none

#star wars #swtor #smuggler #republic smuggler #voidhound #republic sis #strategic information service #swtor oc #my oc #oc: temeli izuni #oc: lynora paige

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tagged by: @noonvvraith a while back fjksdf but tysm ambie!!! 💟✨ tagging: @sentinelapologist @a-muirehen, @dittsamvere, @galerion, @elluvians, @rosewaterhag & @monoshikis (feel free to ignore/no pressure as always). I have no self restraint but I also really wanted to make myself write about them ALL so here are all the swtor kids I have worked on so far rip but we’ll start with the obvious favourite and the rest are under the cut (& i replaced ‘nationality’ with ‘species’ for convenience).

archeron;

The Basics Full Name: Archeron Thrax Codename or Nickname: Wrath, Commander. Birth Date: 7th Day of the 7th Month, 3666 BBY. Birth Place: Ziost. Species: Human. Organisation/Group: Eternal Alliance / Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father: Admiral Thrax. Mother: Darth Maltra.† Siblings: Antios (brother). Other Relatives: Valnora (sister-in-law). Spouses: Lana Beniko. Children: n/a. Description Height: 6′2″ Weight: 81 kg. Hair Colour: Black. Eye Colour: Yellow/Orange (Sith). Skin colour: Light. Any Scars: Burn scar on the left side of his face, he has a noticeable stab wound scar, on his stomach from his duel with Arcann on Asylum. Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: He prefers living mounts to speeders and has a particular fondness for varactyls. He is, very fond of playing Dejarik. As a very young child, he found a k’lor’slug egg which eventually hatched, and he tried to keep it as a pet. It became his first kill.

antios;

The Basics Full Name: Antios Thrax Codename or Nickname: Cipher Nine. Birth Date: 7th day of the 1st month, 3669 BBY. Birth Place: Ziost. Species: Human. Organisation/Group: Eternal Alliance / Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father(s): Admiral Thrax, Darth Sanctus Mother: Darth Maltra.† Siblings: Archeron Thrax. Other Relatives: Lana Beniko (sister-in-law), Darth Versaar †(grandfather-in-law). Spouses: Valnora. Children: n/a. Description Height: 6′0″ Weight: 75 kg. Hair Colour Black. Eye Colour: Grey. Skin colour: Light. Any Scars: Prominent facial scar caused by a lightsaber. Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: Cybernetic implants on his face, he also has cybernetic spinal implants, visible on his back. Random Facts: He is somewhat proficient with a blade/lightsaber as his mother initially put him through sith training when he was a young child, unaware (or in denial) of his force blindness. He is also prone to getting mild to severe headaches, even after the castellan restraints were removed.

valnora;

The Basics Full Name: Valnora Thrax (née Atrus). Codename or Nickname: Val. Birth Date: 5th day of the 5th month, 3667 BBY. Birth Place: Ziost. Species: Human. Organisation/Group: Eternal Alliance / Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father: Unknown. Mother: Clivia Atrus † Siblings: Vandoran Atrus.† (?) (younger brother). Other Relatives: Darth Versaar †(Grandfather), Archeron (brother-in-law), Lana Beniko (sister-in-law), Admiral Thrax (father-in-law), Darth Sanctus (father-in-law). Spouses: Antios. Children: n/a Description Height: 5′7″ Weight: 56 kg. Hair Colour: Black. Eye Colour: Yellow/Orange(Sith). Skin colour: Light. Any Scars: Various minor battle scars, notable scar on shoulder sustained during a duel with a jedi knight. Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: Ears pierced. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: Valnora was Haldan’s fifth companion, she was with Operations Group One on Belsavis & was after assigned by Darth Tormen & her master (Darth Rictus) to aid him with eliminating Jun Seros and the High Chancellor. She was also a Dread Executioner, part of the taskforce under Lord Hargrev on Oricon. Mako is her favourite member of the crew.

tharzus;

The Basics Full Name: Tharzus Kallig Codename or Nickname: Lord Kallig, Darth Nox. Birth Date: 12th day of the 3rd month, 3671 BBY. Birth Place: Dromund Kaas. Species: Pureblood Sith. Organisation/Group: Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father: Zarath. Mother: Asura. Siblings: n/a. Other Relatives: Kallig (ancestor). Spouses: n/a. Children: n/a. Description Height: 6′4″ Weight: 101 kg. Hair Colour: Black. Eye Colour: Yellow-Gold. skin colour: Red. Any Scars: Facial scars, prominent welts on his back, most likely caused by a whip. Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: Silver facial piercings/jewellery. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: While still a slave, he worked in his master’s gardens, and developed an affinity for plants. He still practices horticulture as a hobby, and has a fondness for & cultivates poisonous plants. He names them.

haldan;

The Basics Full Name: Haldan Lok Codename or Nickname: Grand Champion. Birth Date: 4th day of the 8th month, 3665 BBY. Birth Place: Imperial Space (on a starship). Species: Human. Organisation/Group: Mandalorians, Eternal Alliance, Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father: Oden.† Mother: Mira.† Siblings: n/a. Other Relatives: Clan Lok. Spouse Significant Other: Gault Rennow. Children: n/a. Description Height: 5′9″ Weight: 70 kg. Hair Colour: Blonde. Eye Colour: Green. Skin colour: Tan. Any Scars: Facial scarring from blaster fire. Any Tattoos: Prominent facial tattoo. Arm sleeve tattoo of composed of various elements, including a krayt dragon and Clan Lok’s symbol. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: He reads a lot of poetry, and his most closely guarded secret is that he also writes a lot of poetry. He has trouble sleeping anywhere other than a starship and has recordings of ship engines/ambience to help him sleep at night when he’s not on a ship.

sedraan;

The Basics Full Name: Sedraan Codename or Nickname: Barsen'thor. Birth Date: 4th day of the 5th month, 3671 BBY. Birth Place: Republic Space (on a starship). Species: Cathar. Organisation/Group: Eternal Alliance, Sith Empire (through the alliance). Former Affiliates: Jedi Order, Galactic Republic, Rift Alliance. Family + Friends Father: Ardo.† Mother: Rihal. Siblings: Rena, Sen, Jari (younger sisters). Other Relatives: Senya Tirall (Mother-in-law). Spouses: Arcann. Children: n/a. Description Height: 6′2″ Weight: 75 kg. Hair Colour: Black. Eye Colour: Green. Skin Fur colour: White with black stripes. Any Scars: n/a. Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: Sedraan had only vague memories of his family, having been taken into the Jedi Order when he was very young. After he left the Republic to join the Alliance’s fight against Zakuul, he eventually tracked them down and reunited with them.

janos;

The Basics Full Name: Janos Reslyr Codename or Nickname: The Voidhound. Birth Date: 9th day of the 10th month, 3664 BBY Birth Place: Ryloth. Species: Twi’lek. Organisation/Group: himself, Eternal Alliance. Former Affiliates: Galactic Republic (briefly). Family + Friends Father: Erado Rix (adoptive father). Mother: n/a. Siblings: n/a. Other Relatives: Satele Shan (mother-in-law) (unfortunately), Jace Malcom (father-in-law) (less unfortunately). Spouses: Theron Shan. Children: n/a. Description Height: 5′8″ Weight: 65 kg. Hair Colour: n/a. Eye Colour: Green. Skin colour: Red with black lekku markings. Any Scars: n/a. Any Tattoos: ‘Theron’ tattooed on his left shoulder. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: Ever since he was a child, he has had recurring nightmares involving blurrgs and is thus deathly afraid of them. He never knew his biological parents, and was raised by a pirate, the only family he’d known.

#*tagged #they're all here but i have a trooper she has no character yet but she will #and she WILL join the alliance and elara can suck on that.#and i knight i haven't worked on bc i'm still thinkin'#hmm i still have to play through a lot of these peeps but everything is 'as of' the latest swtor content.#oc: archeron #oc: antios #oc: sedraan #oc: tharzus #oc: val #oc: janos #oc: haldan #long post #(kinda sorta)

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