#lykaiia

[tapalslegacy]

❛  we'll just have to make do.  ❜ (i owe you the starter reply but idc i'm sending stuff anyway fja;lsdkjf - any of the stuff can be put in whatever verse you want for him!)

The opening of the cave system, or at least the pathway towards it, had collapsed in front of them, in front of their very eyes. Cal had managed to force pull her away before the cave had caved in on her. The Jedi Knight sighed as he took in the rubble. "...I guess," he agreed. He turned towards Lyla. "...There's always another way," he quotes his Jedi Master before he started heading towards the way they had come through. "Come on." He ignited his lightsaber and held it up as their light source, replacing the natural rays of sun that had disappeared from their view. "Let's keep going, Fleabag."

#lykaiia #take as much time as you need <3 #i still owe you a starter i am SO sorry #✧.* : main verse

[he1msman]

i think you'll see that the time was not wasted.

JITTERS RACE ALONG HIS SKIN, as Sulu tips his chin up to look at the woman. Alien. Person. The Intrepid had delved into the far reaches of space, passing what had previously been recorded. Hikaru often thinks of Jim and if he would be jealous or celbatory. The thought curls a smile on his lips before it slips off and focus returns to Ly. Hikaru swallows, thickly, feeling his throat bob.

There is no reason to doubt her or fear for his life. But she instills in him a sense of nervousness. But the promise of shared resources and an exchange of knowledge is compelling enough to follow. Still, the former helmsman is on alert.

"Sure is a long way from the city," he comments, picking his way over protruding rock and uneven ground. His hand swipes across the rough surface, breaking the skin. Hikaru hardly notices. "But I appreciate you taking the time to show us."

#lykaiia #✦ . 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 . › v. captain of the intrepid

[a-prekliatyvlk]

"Shall I make you something?" He leaned over the kitchen counter watching her with a slight gleam in gaze. It started slow, moving from her toes all the way up to her features as he leaned his head to the side. "Or are we just going to stare at each other." @lykaiia

#(Threads: Artem) #(Verse: Howl at the Moon) #lykaiia #Enjoy// #Artem is being a flirt I love it//

[chateautangerine]

@lykaiia ❤'d for a starter

"Through the winding pinewoods and below the cawing of the nighthawks, the stranger rose with a head of fire without the smoke, wolf-eyed and Rackatee'd..."

She has red hair and sharp, mismatched eyes. It comes like reading a passage.

Now: silence. Cliff stares with an equally appraising, equally far-off look, his head still here or not. There is no one but for the shadows they cast and the pen by his hand. The too-white sheet of paper partly-used with a slanted scrawl all strewn overtop. He seems to drift back into his body, as if he'd been somewhere else entirely, and Cliff takes a long, windy exhale.

"I'm sorry. Please forget I said that," he finally says like an afterthought, too casual, and looks down to nothing in front of him. He hugs his jacket tighter around himself. Then, "I was thinking that's how I'd introduce you."

#lykaiia #( ct: v: main. ) #ty for following back (again!) and liking the sc #i look up to miss ly and bat my eyes at her

[futurespacess]

Starter | Muse: Raiden | Verse: I am Lightning

The city at night was usually a cold, and lonely place. Especially, for the likes of one such as himself. He could not blend into the populace, not fully. The cybernetics that held him together could only be concealed so much by modern clothing and whatnot. The wires and cogs were hidden beneath a combination of metal and a jelly-like compress. These were both to keep him upright, and regulated with temperatures warm and cold.

A coat draped his shoulder, long and billowing in the breeze as he overlooked the city below. It was almost peaceful, somewhat, being in this place by himself. He was on the lookout for any trouble, any cry for help and the like. There was no mission to take, tonight, so it was either do this in the hopes of a fight, or wallow and brood elsewhere. He needed a fight...

| @lykaiia​ |

#lykaiia #rp #starter #c: raiden #v: I am Lightning

[vuhlkansuu]

❝ you speak as if you think the captain wants a physical relationship with the ship . . .

-------- that would be illogical, inadvisable, and unsafe . . . among other things. ❞

@lykaiia

#lykaiia #sdgdfgdgf I AM STILL THINKING ABOUT FLEET FUCKERS #spock had to comment tbh

[storyhaven]

@lykaiia gets a starter from kurt

"I did not mean to cause any distress. I'm aware my appearances can startle but I am no threat to anyone."

#lykaiia #💬 kurt wagner ... ❝ ic

[paramounticebound]

I HAVE TO ✏️

Send in ✏️ for incorrect quote for our muses! || @lykaiia || accepting!

Bonus:

#lykaiia #dogs are not wolves but

[beastbitten]

@lykaiia asked: ❝ I wasn't going to say anything. ❞

sentence starters

Admittedly, Ethan wasn't sure whether he'd made the right decision to approach or not -- - meeting someone like him hadn't exactly been a part of his to-do list for the day, or ever, if he was being completely honest with himself. As odd as it might have sounded, he hadn't come across any others so far, perhaps partly deliberately, though it wasn't difficult when he kept himself from everyone as much as he possibly could, regardless of who or what they were.

"Sorry, I..." The Texan began without any real idea how where he wanted to go with that sentence, his throat running dry as he stepped back, trying his best to seem as calm as he could and not fall apart completely. "Jus' ain't used to meetin' folks like me. Or, uh... anyone, I guess."

#lykaiia #𝙞𝙘 #𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦; 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴

[justicebled]

" oh c'mon. don't sulk at me you're gonna be a grandma at this rate." a familiar baritone is behind her with a bag. it's full of ingredients and a tantalizing scent. meat and other things within. sometimes hunting is necessary, and while a wolf in motif and honorary to her, forming their own strange little pack within a pack, yuri can't help but look amused at the childishness of the comment. it's not genuinely like her, but then again he enjoys the flips and flops.

" don't even think of reachin' for the bag. c'mon. i know you hate cheap gifts and crap so. i had another idea." a feast probably would suit lyla better. and well, something else that everyone had pitched in on. he almost snorted at wondering how the red wolf would recieve it.

" let's get back to camp. you know you were never going to escape this right? if it wasn't me it'd be karol or patty or estelle especially."

#hey red what if he had a brave vesperia pin that they all pitched into make #it's non flashy and idk i can see the group doing it. she can like it when she FEELS LIKE IT OWI HGOIHEG so ly of her imho #anyway man it's been forever with the wolf sibs #hope this is ok i couldn't miss ly's bday! #𝐕; 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀: ‘i walk a thousand nights to change the world.’ #𝐈𝐂 ✴ —— he walks the unbeaten path; bowing his head to no one. #lykaiia

[tapalslegacy]

All the more reason to put on a good show. (also these absolutely are not expected to have any kind of nsfw undertones even if i pulled 'em from that list; they just work as shit she'd say normally)

Crouching at the top of a rugged cliff, peering down at the Imperial base that awaited for them below, Cal shuffled his boots slightly. His droid companion clung to the back of his blue vest, sensiors also focused on the scene. Green eyes look over at the other redhead. "...You really gonna go beast mode on them?" He asked. He knew full well she can handle herself. "I mean..." He turned back towards the spaceport. "You can but... We can always sneak in."

#lykaiia #✧.* : main verse

[he1msman]

yours is… impressive.

THE HILT OF HIS BLADE glimmers in the sunlight. Hikaru smiles in admiration as he showcases the hilt made of metal. (He left the laser blade a home.)

"My pride and joy," he coos before sheathing the weapon. "I tend to keep at least one blade on me during away missions. You never know when you'll need to defend yourself." And the 'Fleet issued phasers do little in the way of keeping it's personnel safe.

Brown hues drift to Ly's claws. "Those are impressive, too. Looks like you could gut a man, easily." @lykaiia

#lykaiia #✦ . 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 . › v. helmsman #✦ . 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 . › queue

[loyalsuits]

❝ I believe now is the time for me to show my hand. ❞ he steps out of the shadows, hands behind his back. steps are even as he sidles up towards her. ❝ what amazes me is how you got away for so long. but you never get away unnoticed forever - not when the Turks are on your trail. ❞

he steps forward again , making a bit of a show of it. but there is no one in this briefing room but them. he made sure of it. he called @lykaiia at a time when he knew it was not in use for this very reason - confrontation.

❝ what I haven't figured out is the motive. why are you back ? lab rats usually scurry and hide. not many return to the cages they chewed out from. ❞

#lykaiia #aaaaaayyyeeeeeee

[chateautangerine]

@lykaiia asked: [𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes and [𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 (accepting)

The last slivers of sun have finally crawled behind the city skyline, and it is here within the first story of his terraced London home where Cliff Bailey sits resolutely glancing across the street, the neighbors dancing with their curtains drawn open, music spilling softly out the window. 

It’s a man and a woman just finishing dinner, wine glasses and plates cleaned. Grover Washington, he thinks. The lady with a graceless twirl. 

"What are you up to?" he thinks softly, aloud, each letter floating to the ceiling.

He hadn't expected her to come around tonight. Ly: unpredictable. Ly: crackling. She had just plucked his hat off, planting it over her head entirely unabashed, and she reminds him of the Wolf Pack snaps he used to play with as a boy, crackling and wild, the neighbors glaring from their porches. He thinks she might be hiding from the police tonight. Maybe from an attempted break-in.

A vinyl plays from the corner, "Rock the Casbah". Cliff tucks his hair behind his ear.

"Anyway, I'm glad you could make it," he continues, voice croaky when it's low. He dips takeout sushi in his soy sauce, glancing out again. "Even if you never meant to."

They’re laughing now, the lady swatting the man’s chest; two figures in the cut, orange square of their window. Like a scene from a late-night show. 

Ly may or may not have left. He may or may not have felt the couch beside him sigh as it rises, the floorboards whinnying under somebody else’s footsteps, and if the song has mysteriously been dialed up to too-loud-for-the-night, it must have been his imagination—the same way he imagines she’s suddenly started dancing, cropped, red hair waving with her tossing head, her sharp teeth glinting when she asks him to dance. It feels more like telling him.

Cliff doesn't ever remember rising from his seat, either. But if she's pulled him in―an electrical storm, a wildfire, London Eye gleaming and vibrant-potent in her one gold eye―then Cliff has fallen victim to it, helpless in her ferocity.

"I never knew how, you know," he breathes, then, maybe inaudible to the music, watching her, his hallucination, dance with soapwater eyes. She smells of pine and autumns spent falling into leaves. Dirt under fingernails. Finally unrooting himself, he takes her hand to do this the only way he possibly can: slow.

The Clash blares. Maybe someone will file a noise complaint. He doesn't seem aware.

She stills wear his hat, slightly skewed, and something inside him floats and submerges, gone and away. He nods to himself. "You can keep that, by the way."

#lykaiia #( ct: asks. ) #( ct: v: main. ) #youre right she is a menace and thats why we love her!! you go feral queen #anyway in my head its like one upping the neighbors #he also isnt a renown dancer (ly would be 1005% better im sure)

[goldcommand]

❝ I'd say this was a success ------- this mission. ❞ and a success well deserved considering the work Ly put in. once again, despite not being starfleet, she managed to act the part and no one was the wiser. but it was getting a little embarrassing have her save his hide all the time. and yet, he wouldn't have it any other way.

❝ so . . . when will you join Starfleet? ❞

@lykaiia -> starter call.

#lykaiia #i love......my boy.....

[siriseen]

@lykaiia​ gets a thing! 

   Something big was about to happen. Sirise could smell it — like the smell of blood on metal floors — sharp but dim, pungent but commonplace. Something huge was on the horizon, and the waiting was the most difficult part of it all. She tore at her nails — held her breath — stared at the people around her for signs of it.

   She didn’t have to wait long. 

   It came in the night. The lights in the cargo bay thrummed on — she awoke with a start and shrunk away from it like a spooked animal, grappling with brightness where everything had been dark. She hid behind a crate until her eyes adjusted to the light, but when it did, she felt as though she were still in a dream. 

   People. Bound behind the back, being shepherded into her cargo bay, in a space between crates that was large and rectangular. Naiycuh stood there, looking beautiful as ever — makeup carefully applied, soft clothes clinging to sharp curves. She shot a watchful eye at Sirise. “I don’t want any problems from you,” she hissed. Well, fine by her. This was all a shock — and she wanted nothing more, at this moment, than to watch, to ascertain why there were people in her cargo bay. 

   Adults. At least one child. Different alien races — none of them Orion. They were instructed to sit — forced with sharp tones and the threat of weapons — and they did. Naiycuh instructed Houllad and Vattu to put something on the ground, in specific locations — they did as tasked, dutiful as ever under her gaze, and stepped back only when they were completed. She pressed something on her PADD, and suddenly there was a forcefield. Gold, transparent. A box, surrounding the prisoners. 

   She left first, with no further instruction. Sirise shot to Vattu, called, “Pa,” to get his attention. 

   “Sirise.” 

   “What’s going on? What are these people doing here?” 

   “They are prisoners,” he signed back. 

   “Prisoners? Why do we have prisoners?” 

   “Vattu!” Naiycuh’s voice rung out. Houllad had already followed her. 

   “I’m sorry, I... have to go.” 

   “Father, wait. Tell me what’s going on.” 

   “We’re selling them. They’re wares, just like any other.” 

   “Are you kidding me?” 

   “I have to go, Sirise.” He lowered his hands, kissed her on the head. “I’ll come see you later.” 

   No, you won’t, she thought, bitterly. But she let him go, stood there with no further dissent, watching his back recede until the doors closed behind him, a thud of finality. 

   Sirise waited, anyway. She waited until after the prisoners were served breakfast — beamed inside of the forcefield. She waited until lunch had passed, too. And when she could take it no more, she gathered her PADD, with its shattered screen, and approached the box. 

   There was a child about her age, closest to her, in the box. Sirise held up her PADD. 

   Can you read this? was written on it, in large print, in Federation Standard. 

#lykaiia #v: focused ferocity #[ WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOO ] #the wolves