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slashersteve · 6 years

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Flight Test

Summary: Poe won’t stop talking to you during the test flight. You don’t mind it though.

Pairing: Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Warnings: maybe some curse words, ooc Poe im not too confident

Word Count: 2.3k+

Note: This is literally my first attempt at writing Star Wars, so it may not be too good in the terminology department, but I try and that’s what matters. I hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist

A typical day for you was sitting around the repair shop, occasionally helping fix droids, or giving pilots advice on how to enhance their ships or even cleaning up the place because damn it was always so messy. Coming from a family of mechanics, you shouldn’t be surprised by the mess but it still got you annoyed when your dad would drop a can of oil and not pick it up. (“Because someone could slip and hurt themselves dad” you would say as you grab a wet rag.)

Today was different though, after some pilots had a run in with First Order tie fighters when returning from a diplomatic mission, some X-Wings had returned heavily damaged to Resistance Base in D’Qar. So, you were currently sitting by yourself with a makeshift desk and watching one of the test runs for one of the more damaged ones your father tried to repair. Your job was to listen to the pilot testing it out through your earpiece and to write down what they say like if it’s good or not basically and where it would need improvement and such. This was probably the second time you were given this job, considering your parents liked to keep you in the shop and extending your ‘mechanical knowledge’, they called it.

Now you weren’t the best mechanic, but you were still quite skilled thanks to your parents. Your parents were highly skilled mechanics in the Resistance, and since you were their daughter you were currently being trained and shaped into the expert mechanic you were meant to be.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to be a mechanic, that wasn’t it at all because you enjoyed doing it. You especially enjoyed reanimating broken droids you would find when you and your dad would ravage for parts at a junkyard that was near your once farm back on Jakku before you and your family were recruited. You loved fixing things and bringing life back to something, but being apart of the Resistance since you were only a child and watching the pilots take off to take on the First Order, you were desperate to be apart of them.

It was just so cool. The pilots all were so cool. Cool was the only word that would come to your mind everytime you see those Resistance Pilots in their bright orange suits and holding their helmets in their right arms and walking down the hallway (of course you sometimes imagined them walking in slow motion and would laugh). They were just cool and you wanted to be apart of it.

There was one pilot in particular that you thought was the coolest and that was the current pilot you were listening and talking to through your ear and mouthpiece.

“How it’s looking out there, Poe? Is she good?” you asked, nervously tapping your pen on the side of the small desk you made by stacking up spare parts. Part if being because you remembered your dad not being quite sure about the specific X-Wing he was currently flying and also that you were talking to Poe Dameron, best pilot in the whole damn Resistance.

“She’s looking good so far, good for you back there too BB-8?” he asked his droid, in the background you can hear high pitched beeping, which made you smile softly, “She’s good, I don’t know why your dad was so nervous about this test,” he wondered, you shrugged as if he could see you. You put your hands over your eyes and watched the X-Wing do some flying maneuvers in the sky that would probably make you throw up if you were in there with him.

“He didn’t even want you to take her out here, but- if you say it’s good then maybe it’s okay and needs minor repairing here and there-you know he’s a perfectionist.” you both shared a laugh.

“He really is, sometimes I can’t believe you’re his daughter,” Poe commented, you raised a brow.

“What do you mean by that hm?” you asked, tilting your head.

“You’re too pretty,” he said, making you blush and your head lift up. You honestly had no clue how to respond to him, you hardly interacted with people, let alone the pilots unless you just so happened to be in the same room as one of them while they spoke with your parents. Being flirted with, you assumed it was flirting, was not something you ever thought you’d endure. Especially from Poe. You grabbed your cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off of them and you felt yourself smile widely. Poe called you pretty, and now you were floating in the stars.

“...you still there (y/n)?” Poe asked, breaking you from your trance. You quickly removed your hands from your cheeks and with the same widest smile you said, “Are you saying my dad is ugly?”

He let out a loud laugh that might’ve hurt your ears, but since it was his laugh it was more like your favorite song blasting in your ears.

“No-no he’s a handsome guy, he’s just not pretty like you are,” he tried to explain, you can hear the smile on his lips and imagining his smile only made you more giddy, “Your mom is pretty though,”

“Why then I must get it from her,” you responded, Poe chuckled and you let out a long breath, “Hope you were paying attention, Poe- anything else on the X-Wing?” you asked.

“Negative, think she’s all ready to go- she probably has at least a few good fights left in her,” he replied, you nodded your head.

“Well we got about 10 more minutes, so do what you pilots do for the time being, just in case there are any surprises,” you clicked your tongue. Poe scoffed.

“What is it do you think we pilots do?” he asked, almost smugly. You leaned on one hand and hummed in thought.

“I don’t know- fly ships and fight the First Order?” you tried, Poe laughed.

“That’s the very vague summary of it, yeah-” he started, but in an attempt to not feel stupid you spoke up again, cutting him off.

“Well there’s more to it! I know- well…” You bit your lip gently, trying to think of something interesting to say, “You’re one of the main and biggest threats against the First Order! The whole resistance is! But you fighter pilots are the most important force against them! And you’re all just so talented, especially you! I mean- when people hear your name around it everyone loses it and praise you even if you’re not there!” you began to ramble, unable to stop, “And you’re just so cool too, and everyone here looks up to you guys, and what I would give to just not be a mechanic, to be just as important as you all are, and I know there are risks you take everyday, but you do it for the better good and-and just-”

During your little ramble, something you tended to do when you got nervous or passionate, Poe listened very intently to your words. For a moment, his mind had wandered on how you must look right now. In his mind, you were probably hugging your legs, staring up at him in the X-Wing, a smile on yours lips as you blabbered on about how much you really admired him and the other pilots. He smiled and let out a shakened laugh.

Being a pilot, especially the Captain of the Black Squadron, he should be used to hearing people thank him for everything, but hearing it from you was different. It made him happy.

You finally realized you had been over-talking, and you quickly shut your mouth, “Sorry...I went off tangent for a second there,” you laughed nervously.

“No- don’t apologize, (y/n), I actually like that, a lot. You’re very passionate about it,” he commented. You paused, “Why do you think you’re not as important as the Resistance Pilots?” he suddenly asked.

“I-uh-” you stumbled over your words once more.

“I’ll tell you this, without mechanics like you, we wouldn’t even have properly working ships,” he continued, “Sure, you’re not up there, taking on the First Order headon like us, but without you the magic that happens up there wouldn’t be possible,” you huffed gently and he noticed, “You know- it sounds like you want to be a pilot,” he mentioned. Your stomach fell hearing it outloud.

“Was it that obvious?” you asked, slowly feeling much more comfortable talking with him about this.

“We could always use more pilots, especially one that can fix their X-Wing…” he trailed off, as if he liked the idea of you becoming an Resistance Pilot. You chuckled.

“Oh please- my specialty is droids, I only assist in repairs on the ships, I couldn’t fix one without being supervised by my parents,” you waved him off, “Besides, I didn’t go to flight academy or whatever...so might as well stick to what I’m good at!” you sighed.

“But why go to the academy when you can the best pilot in the resistance teach you?”

Wait a second, he wanted to teach you? A warm feeling filled at the pit of your stomach and the blushed quickly returned to your cheeks. Poe felt your silence and spoke up, “I would have to talk to General Organa about it, but I’m putting the offer on the table now…”he trailed off.

You hummed, eyes moving back up to the X-Wing, which was now making it’s way back to the landing platform. Wasn’t he like...too busy to teach a little mechanic how to fly? You wondered. You supposed he got little freetime from being Captain and all- why would he want to spend that time teaching you rather than- well...relaxing?

You rested your chin on your hand, eyes still watching the x-wing and wondering what was going through his mind when he had said that. Hell, still wondering what’s truly going on in your mind. He wanted to teach you to fly, yet here you are- sitting like some fool letting probably your only chance at learning fade away.

Well, there was another thing holding you back from answering “yes yes of course! Teach me to fly Poe! Please!” and it was your parents. You weren’t exactly sure what they’re reaction would be, but you were sure it wouldn’t be an immediate “go ahead (y/n) whatever makes you happy!”

“...Keep spacing out there (y/n),” Poe teased you, you straightened your back, and were about to tell him you’d have to bring it by your parents, but there was a sudden beeping from your watch that cut you off.

“Oh- test flight is done…” you switched off the alarm, and grabbed your pen, which you don’t remember setting down, “Do you think it was a success?” you asked him, Poe was silent for a moment.

“Yeah, I would say so- the weapons target mechanism is slightly delayed, but other than that- she looks good as before,”

You hummed as you wrote down his comments, “Alright! Then I think we’re good! Go ahead and land her then! I’ll meet you at the ramp,” you flicked your tongue, eyes moving down to the checklist. With a shaky hand still from your earlier conversation with Poe, you were about to check off the test run as a success, but it seemed that the X-Wing had other plans.

“So about those flying lessons-” but before he could finish, there was a sudden jolt and excessive beeping and it caused you to quickly look up and avert your eyes back to the airbourne X-Wing. Poe cursed.

“Oh god- what’s wrong?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing with worry.

“One of the fuses just blew out- shit,” he cursed again and you cursed yourself.

“Anyway you can safely land back on the platform?” you asked, now pushing yourself to your feet. There was silence and clicking noises from him, you assumed, pushing buttons to try and get it moving enough to at least land.

“Working on it,” he gave a short reply and you watched with your hands in your hair as the once airborne X-Wing was coming down, black smoke coming out from the back. You mentally cursed at yourself and Poe for thinking it was ready when your father said no.

Luckily, it didn’t crash, he was able to land it in an open field near the platform. You were pretty sure you had been holding your breath in the whole time because when Poe said, “We’re good we’re good. The X-Wing though? Not so much- but we’re okay- we’re on the left side of platform in a field,” you let out the longest, sigh of relief ever.

You didn’t think your heart as ever beaten that fast before.

“As long you are okay, I can fix an X-Wing and BB-8, but I can’t fix you,” you said, hand over your heart. Poe laughed again, instantly calming you down.

“(y/n), if I couldn’t land a crashing x-wing, then why even be the Captain?” he asked smugly. You wiped your brow and let out a shaking laugh.

“My heart hurts just watching that crash, I don’t know if I want to learn anymore,” you sighed, Poe let out a groan, and you realized what you said.

“Oh come on- don’t be afraid of a little crash, besides when I’m teaching you that won’t happen,” he tried, you felt your heart beat lessen slightly and you took a deep breath, “I won’t let it,” you dropped your hands to the side, eyes meeting the unchecked “success” box next to the “unsuccessful” box. You looked back up at the black smoke streak in the sky, and gave a small smile.

“Let me think about that offer, Poe,” you said, you can literally see the smile on his face.

“Sounds good to me,”

Excitement bubbled through your stomach at the possible future flying lesson you would be having with Poe, but there was also something else. And that something else was making you blush madly and would be the reason you would lay in bed that night, thoughts on the handsome pilot.

#star wars #star wars imagine #star wars: the force awakens #star wars: the last jedi #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x you #poe x reader #poe x you #poe imagine #my imagines

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chokememrstark · 7 years

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A Dangerous Game // Samifer

Chapter: 12/15

Words: 2681

Summary: Sam comes across a very interesting book that describes a ritual in which one can play a game with the Devil. His curiosity is sparked and even if he doesn’t think he will ever actually do it, Sam soon finds himself face to face with this very entity. Things take a very unpleasant turn, but despite that, Sam is going back, as if something pulls him towards Lucifer.

abuse, violence, bullying, black magic, no hunter!au, a lot of angst, a lot of hurt/little comfort

Note: Because I feel I need to add this: Dean is pretty much a complete asshole in this story, so if you’re uncomfortable with that you might want to reconsider reading it (or tell yourself he is completely ooc, fine with me too xD)

Note²: This chapter is long and kinda awkward in some places, I don’t apologize, just warning you xD

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Thanks to @sassysupernaturalsweetheart & @brieflymaximumprincess for their wonderful beta reading and keeping me company while writing this story ♥

Tagging: @spnyoucantkeepmedown @samlicker83 @wait-what5 @xantcear (if you want to be tagged, just drop me an ask or contact me via IM)

Sam was furious and hurt at the same time. It was impossible to say which emotion was the strongest. He couldn’t believe how stupid he had acted, how naively he had jumped to conclusions that proved how little he knew. Befriending the Devil, what a childish thought was that even? He could have tried befriending God, for that matter, probably with the same success…

“Dean is right, I am a little baby,” Sam muttered and kicked a stone in front of him, hands deep in his pockets and his head as low as never before. “So stupid…”

He really had no desire to go back home, but he knew he would have to do it before Dean came home. It would end very badly for him if his brother found the candle and razor blade on the floor. Not that Sam would have tried to argue - there was no will to fight in him anymore right now - but Dean would throw a huge fit and for that he had no time.

After a while, Sam noticed that he had reached the edge of the town and stopped at the side of the road. In front of him was nothing but the barrens, miles and miles of almost dead-looking nature. He could keep walking, just straight ahead until he reached the next town - or not. Instead of running away though, Sam sat down on the hard ground and sighed. This was a damn mess he had gotten himself into and so far he had no idea how to fix it. Dean hated him, his dad thought he was a complete psycho and the one he had thought would understand was… what? Playing with him? Tricking him? He really didn’t know and it made him even angrier than he already was.

Sam thought about the times he had talked to Lucifer, analyzing why he had begun to see something in the Devil that he was not. Did he ever give him the impression that he cared? Or honestly wanted to help him? The first thing he did was trying to trick him, then blatantly told him he was the reason for his mother’s death. That wasn’t really something people who cared did, Sam knew this much. Still, even after this horrible experience, he came back. Why? Why was there such a morbid curiosity when it came to Lucifer that Sam was unable to fight?

“Maybe I’m going mad,” Sam suggested to himself, but immediately shook his head. “No, that’s not it… I’m not crazy, it’s something else. He said it himself, there is something, I’m not making this up…”

But Lucifer refused to tell him what this something was, wasn’t that the whole point? He refused to tell him what the thing he was missing was when he had asked, even dared him to burn the one thing he had left from his mom. Wasn’t this the definition of manipulating someone? Lucifer wanted Sam to come back, but refused to tell him the reason. And he had been stupid enough to bind himself to the Devil, too! Whatever that meant, another thing Lucifer wouldn’t tell him.

“I need to end this, now,” Sam eventually said. “If I keep coming back he’s going to ruin my life even more…”

With some new hope found, Sam dragged himself up after almost two hours of sitting in the night and thinking. He would go home, take all the candles he had and throw them away and then he would burn the damn book, ending this game once and for all. Maybe he would even take down the big mirror, just in case. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. He wanted any possibility to talk to Lucifer again gone from his life. Who knew? Maybe the need to talk to him would be gone when all other things were?

Again, it was almost midnight when Sam returned home - somehow he had gotten used to being outside this late. He carefully peeked into the living room to see if he was alone, but Dean was nowhere to be found and it made him feel a little relieved. At least this problem could be pushed back for a while, that was good.

Sam went back into his room, closed the door and immediately pulled his shirt over his head to throw it onto the bed. On his way back he had noticed that he was covered in dirt and blood from his finger and he would have to wash it out before Dean came back. He was about to undo his belt when he heard a voice behind him, stopping him dead in his actions.

“Not that I wouldn’t appreciate the view, but are you sure you want to continue?”

Sam was completely mortified. The hands that had just fiddled on his belt began trembling and cold sweat covered his neck. No, this couldn’t be. He was dreaming, there was no other way. If this was reality, Sam wanted to die right this instant. With fear-wide eyes and as pale as a ghost, he slowly began turning around, hoping, praying, for this to be a sign that he was indeed just going crazy.

There, in the mirror, was Lucifer. He sat on the ground, as before, his fingernails tapping on it impatiently and his face a mask of anger and fury. Sam’s heart stopped, knees giving in the second their eyes met and he simply dropped to the ground, staring at what would definitely be the last memory he had from his life.

“Are you done throwing your temper tantrum?” Lucifer asked ice cold, tilting his head slightly and giving himself an even worse look - the one of sheer disappointment.

“I… I…” Sam’s voice completely failed him, not allowing the boy to form a single sentence.

“I guess that means yes. As I said, I appreciate the view - you do have a very pleasing appearance - but I am getting more than frustrated, Sam.”

Sam barely registered the compliment in Lucifer’s words, all he saw were dark blue eyes and a face that left no doubt about the shit he stuck in.

“You know, every other human cockroach would be dead by now, believe it or not, even my patience has its limits,” Lucifer continued, his eyes still on the boy. “Can you imagine that it is quite boring to stare at an empty bed for hours?”

“I… I didn’t…” Sam stuttered, but once again his voice just cracked.

“I know, you didn’t know, because you didn’t think. I told you how to summon me, but did I tell you how to make me leave again, too?”

Sam slowly shook his head, pressing his lips together hard to not make the tiniest sound.

“No, I didn’t, precisely. Do you have anything to say, anything to defend yourself or to excuse your carelessness?”

“I’m… sorry?” Sam felt like an idiot for apologizing, but it was all that came to his mind at the moment.

“At least something, I guess,” Lucifer huffed and rolled his eyes slightly. When he looked back at Sam, his posture was a little less frightening, or maybe Sam just imagined that. Still, it gave him his voice back partially.

“I didn’t… mean to make you wait,” he managed to say slowly and lowered his head. “And I’m sorry for… being so dumb before. And rude.”

“You want to know how to get rid of me, I assume.”

Sam nodded after a few moments, but didn’t look back up. For some reason he couldn’t look into Lucifer’s eyes while answering this question. He waited for the other to continue speaking, but minutes passed without another word, so eventually, Sam forced himself to look up.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Sam really tried to figure out what the expression on Lucifer’s face meant, but he couldn’t believe that it meant what it would be on the face of a normal human - sadness. Why would the Devil be sad? It made no sense.

“You wish to stop speaking to me, is that true, Sam?” Lucifer finally asked. Sam wanted to nod, but he didn’t move an inch, just looked back at him. “So?”

“I don’t,” Sam whispered almost inaudibly.

“Then why do you want to ask me how to do it?”

“Because…”

“You don’t know, do you?” Lucifer asked and laughed silently. “Sam, Sam, Sam… what should I do with you?”

“Be nice, for a change?” Sam mumbled, hoping the other wouldn’t hear him, but of course he did.

“Nice, hm? You do remember who I am, right?” Lucifer smirked. “For you it is either form what you would call a friendship or never speak again, is that correct?”

“Maybe,” Sam looked away, blushing slightly.

“All or nothing, I like that,” Lucifer said with a little pride in his voice. “I did the same a long time ago.”

“What happened?” Sam couldn’t hide his surprise, but his curiosity won once again.

“Let’s just say things did not go as I had expected them to,” Lucifer answered with a sad smile. “So, you really want this. You want to be my friend, knowing that it will stay a one-sided friendship? Because I can say I am your friend, but I will not feel it.”

Sam closed his eyes, smiling slightly.

“I already bound myself to you, I gave you power over my life by telling you my name. How much worse can it get from here?”

“Oh, believe me, it can get much worse,” Lucifer huffed. “There is one thing that you need to know, however. I will not be here to prep-talk you or to listen to every little problem you have. In fact, nothing will change, apart from you using the word friend for me. I will not suddenly turn nice and fun, I will not come hug you when you need it or hold your hand when you are sad.”

“I figured,” Sam said, looking back at Lucifer. “So, it will just be something I am making up, a make believe… we won’t be friends, not really.”

“Why is this so important to you? You know about the horrific and gruesome things I do, how I torture humans and corrupt their souls. This is what I am, what I will always be. Nothing you do will stop me from continuing, so why do you want to be my friend? Why would you befriend a monster that could kill you at any given moment?”

A long minute of silence passed before Sam spoke again, his voice soft and quiet.

“If you were a monster, I would be scared of you,” he said. “Maybe I’m just going crazy.”

“Sam, you will have no benefit of calling me your friend. I can only appear to you like this, inside a mirror, and I cannot be anything a friend could be like this,” Lucifer started, sounding a little hesitating. “If it truly is what you desire, I will agree, under one condition.”

“If you say you want my soul, I’m going to scream and smash this mirror!” Sam said. It was supposed to come out as a joke, but somehow ended up sounding very sincere.

“Your soul is not what I want, Sam,” Lucifer smiled. “I just want you to seal our friendship by giving me your hand.”

“M-my hand?” Now Sam was at a complete loss of words. “H-how?”

“Come closer and you will see.”

Sam had no idea what Lucifer wanted to do, but he did as he was told and shoved himself closer to the mirror, until he almost touched the glass. He watched Lucifer go on his knees just as he had done himself and lay his hand against the mirror.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” Lucifer asked and Sam slowly nodded, then put his hand against the glass himself, against the devil’s.

Strangely, the glass beneath Sam’s hand was as cold as ice. He had touched this mirror countless of times before, but it had never been this cold.

“You wish to be friends with the devil, is that correct?” Lucifer asked with a serious voice and Sam nodded again.

“Yes, this is my wish,” he said.

“Very well.”

Suddenly, the cold beneath his hand transformed and Sam watched with wide eyes how Lucifer’s fingertips emerged from the glass. He couldn’t even breathe when their fingers entwined, his own sliding into the mirror themselves. The feeling that rushed through his body was more intense than anything else he had ever felt before - it was as if he had been struck by lightning that kept circulating in his body. Even the hairs on his arms rose.

“What is happening to me? What are you doing?” Sam’s voice was filled with sheer panic, even though he didn’t feel any damage being done, it was a scary experience.

Instead of giving an answer, though, Lucifer seemed to be surprised as well, even if not as much as Sam was. His eyes stared at their entwined hands completely fascinated and hypnotized, to the point that his face had such a calm expression that it sent new shivers down Sam’s spine.

“L-lucifer?” Sam asked again, finally drawing a reaction.

“I have never seen this happen,” the Devil answered. “I… I cannot explain it.”

“You’re not doing this yourself?”

Lucifer shook his head, increasing Sam’s fear even more. He tried to pull away, but it was impossible to move his hand even for an inch, as if he was stuck in the mirror. Just when he was sure he couldn’t take it anymore something pushed him away with so much force that his hand ripped away from Lucifer’s and he crashed back until hitting the bed. When he finally managed to collect himself enough to look back at the mirror, he saw Lucifer getting off the ground, too.

“What the hell just happened?” Sam asked, but again Lucifer only shook his head.

“I didn’t know this would happen, I swear,” he said. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Sam was confused by this question, but after checking himself, shook his head.

“No, I think I’m fine. What about you?”

“Me neither. I am sorry, this was not what I intended, but it certainly made an impact.”

“Say that again,” Sam huffed and then, surprisingly, laughed out. “So, are we friends now? Did we just seal a pact of sorts?”

“Not that I am aware of,” Lucifer chuckled. “But yes, we are.”

“Huh.” Sam wasn’t sure what had happened, but they were friends now, so he guessed it was okay. Or it would be soon.

“You should rest now, Sam. Whatever happened, it exhausted you.”

“You can see that too? What can you not see, Mars?”

“Actually…”

“Oh, hell no!” Sam protested and earned an amused smile from Lucifer. “Tell me how to send you back, it would be kinda awkward if you watched me sleep.”

“It would be indeed. And I fear it could give you the wrong impression if I watched you undress completely,” Lucifer smirked mischievously. “Just light the candle again, then use your fingers to turn it out and tell me to leave.”

Sam laughed at how close he had actually become to ending the summoning, but still relit the candle and did as Lucifer told him.

“Are you okay with this?” Sam asked before sending Lucifer away again, a little concerned. “I mean, that I call you my friend? I know it doesn’t mean the same to you, but I don’t want you to feel like I am using you.”

“Sam,” Lucifer chuckled. “I am completely fine with it, I promise.”

“Okay, good,” Sam smiled. “Thank you.” He used his fingers to put out the candle, closing his eyes. “Farewell, Lucifer. I’m looking forward speaking to you again.”

“I am too, Sam,” Lucifer said softly, but when Sam opened his eyes to look at him one last time, the mirror only showed his own reflection already. With a sigh, he sat back down against the bed, contemplating what had just happened.

#samifer #sam x lucifer #sam/lucifer #sam winchester #spn lucifer #this will probably go unnoticed #but i hope it will help some people after the last days XD #myfics #a dangerous game #chapter 12 #series

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fallingxslowly-archived-blog · 7 years

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RULES

This is an INDEPENDENT MULTI MUSE RP blog for the characters of shows such as Legends of Tomorrow, The Flash, Supergirl and the Disney Move Descendants, the characters of this blog include; A human/AI personification of Gideon, Leonard and Lisa Snart, Mick Rory, Axel Walker, Hartley Rathaway, Kara Danvers,Winn Schott Jr, Harry Hook and Isabelle (Tinkerbells daughter)

ABOUT THE MUN

Both mun and my muses are of legal age (mun is 24+, while muses are canon age ), however in a few verses my muses are underage so there will be no NSFW whatsoever. I find it very difficult to interact with child characters so will rarely ever accept a thread if the muse is under sixteen unless it is due to a meme.

Penname is Amy, I use she/her pronouns. I live in Britain so am on the GMT timezone (I think it’s GMT +1 but I’m useless with this stuff so I’m sorry if I’m wrong)

My blog usually states that I am Semi-Hiatus, this is because I am usually either in work, babysitting my sister or just don’t have the energy to write. When I do have the chance to write then usually I will write everything and then post them slowly or queue them all depending on how I feel about a thread at that time.

A lot of my icons are made by myself, I am currently redoing a number of them for some characters but have some 100x100px ones under icon edits that I made available to people to edit themselves if they so wish. The icons that weren’t made by myself are my Kara icons (unfortunately I can’t find who to credit for them)

I’ll be the first to admit that I post A LOT of ooc stuff (I usually delete it because it’s just to clear my mind), if you don’t want to see it then ((out of snark: ooc)) is my tag so blacklist it.

I was a media student for four years and in those four years I studied about five creative writing courses that drilled into me the need for character building so OC’s are difficult for me to get my head around.

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After deliberation I have decided to make the blog a mutuals only blog.

I am OC friendly, but my muses need to ‘click’ with the characters because otherwise it would be forced and it will be bad for both of us, I WILL NOT interact with characters that are product of incest, and I will not interact with characters that are all powerful with very little thought put into them to balance it out.

I don’t follow personal blogs and if someone follows me, I sometimes block them if there is no indication that they are an rp blog or have a sideblog so please be careful with following me; at least let me know via IM if you have a side blog.

Cutting posts is difficult for me when I am on mobile so I apologise in advance. If I am on mobile then I will either tag it, or I will warn you in advance.

I will very rarely do about the mun posts, if they interest me then I’ll do them but sometimes I just haven’t got the time to do them.

CANON DIVERGENCE AND VERSES FOR CW SHOWS

This blog is canon divergent the majority of the time, I will do threads that follow series two of Legends if it’s requested but otherwise it my threads will remain canon divergent, the main differences are:

Leonard is alive, he did die to begin with but he was just sent through time and awoke in Central City not long after the invasion.

Kendra and Carter did leave and the crew were scattered but for how long is unclear so Nate was required to join and Amaya joined because of Thawne

To Gideon, Sara was NEVER Captain, she may have been co-captain but Rip is always her Captain, she will never go against him, and she would never hide anything from him if it meant that harm would befall someone on the crew, or something could cause the mission to go wrong.

Flash differences:

Axel only stayed in jail for a small amount of time due to ‘good behaviour’ but he is also weary about Jesse’s claims to him being the Tricksters heir

Hartley isn’t a good guy although he’s not a bad guy either, he’s a Rogue for hire

Supergirl differences:

Kara isn’t in a relationship with Mon-El UNLESS STATED!! same with Winn and Lya.

MY VERSES ARE OPEN, I usually end up creating a new one every week so feel free to give me a reason to keep them

INTERACTIONS

So as I’ve said, I’m a multi-muse blog, a lot of people are put off by this I know, but it’s easier for me if I have one blog rather than a number of sideblogs because I have tried that once before and it didn’t work.

If you want to send a meme then please, please, PLEASE, state the character you want, I have TEN muses so it becomes extremely difficult to choose who to answer with and not everyone is happy with my choice.

I will try and add a character when I send a meme but in all honesty, I do forget from time to time.

Each of my muses are different, and I play them differently; however their backgrounds remain the same, if you aren’t happy with how I play my characters then you can leave my blog, simple as that.

Please tag your stuff, it’s not triggering to me, however I know a number of things can be triggering to my own followers and it will be easier for me as I am never completely sure about what to tag and what not to tag. Never EVER godmod unless you have my permission, I dislike it greatly when someone decides my character is going to do something in their reply and actually writes them doing it. My characters are my own and even if you portray them somewhere else, we have separate minds. I will ALWAYS ask before directing your muse somewhere if out PLOT called for it.

Due to being on mobile a lot, I am unable to reblog asks as threads without difficulty, so please make a new thread for it. You don’t have to link it to the ask, a title works perfectly. THREAD RULES

I’m comfortable doing one liners, but they will sooner or later be turned into paragraphs and maybe even multiparagraphs (I’ve gone from one to six in two replies before now).

I will use icons from time to time, I usually prefer beginning a new thread (particularly with someone new) with an icon but after a few replies they tend to be lost. Sometimes I’ll use gifs too but not always and don’t worry about using them yourself.

I will happily add characters to our threads if needed, I don’t mind playing other CW or Disney characters, plus it gives me more inspiration and may result in more characters on my crew. HOWEVER, please, if you want to add characters, write them as well, don’t leave it all to me. NSFW AND SEXUALITY

I’m a bit grey when it comes to the area of smut, I won’t write sex……..but describing situations for my characters I can do if it means teasing my RP partners muse. So NSFW will happen but open smut won’t……if that makes sense.

ALL of my characters are within the LGBTQ+ community, I don’t even know why, they just come to me like that: The Snarts and Axel are Pan, Mick, Kara, Winn, Harry and Isabelle are Bi, while Hartley is gay and Gideon is Asexual

Please tag your NSFW stuff, if you don’t then I will unfollow you. I have a nine year old sister who walks into my room without knocking so for NSFW stuff to appear on my dash……that would end bad.

SHIPPING!

I am a multiship blog.

I LOVE both platonic, familial and romantic ships.

I’m open to new ships and will try anything as long as there is chemistry there and as long as it’s not incestuous.

HOWEVER, I will NOT ship anyone other than Rip Hunter with Gideon, and that’s because of the chemistry they have on screen, not only that but the only Rip that I would romantically ship Gideon with is my main Rip as long as they are open to it. I will not ship her sexually with anyone because she is an AI, she is not human, no matter how human she acts. Whatever ship Gideon will have will be either platonic or familial

I will be creating tags for my ships so that I have subverses for my main verses just to make things easier (even though it’s more complicated to do)

Crossovers

I AM crossover friendly, however, there are only a few that I feel comfortable enough to do with my muses due to their medium and their backgrounds.

Crossovers I am willing to do include (this list may be added too in time):

Prison Break

Doctor Who

Marvel (in moderation)

Leverage

Firefly

#rules update #((psa))#((you never leave a man behind (rules))

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