#she/her but like you'd call a warship

[cepheusgalaxy]

Shut up!

I am a MAN and I use SHE/HER and there is nothing you can do about it

These are super masculine pronouns okay

#gender pronouns #pronoun nonconformity #pronouns #my pronouns #gnc positivity #she/her but like you'd call a warship

[jaim-inhothekid]

⚓︎ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

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[ Summary ! ] : Former admiral Aokiji Kuzan was captured by fleet admiral Akainu Sakazuki, abandoned by his crew and on his way to marineford – where he is due to be executed, Sakazuki decides to stop by and bid his goodbye. | NSFW ; Canon x Canon

⌗ ✎ Author's Note : This is a work commissioned by the lovely @uminozerol !! If you're interested in commissioning me as well, here's my sheet!

Kuzan has never been one to regret his own actions. Free will allows people to choose the paths that better resonate with themselves, either they are ‘good’ or ‘bad’. It doesn't really matter because facing the reality of things, more often than not, you are forced to make choices you normally wouldn't want to make and take paths you'd rather not go. Paths that you'd never see yourself going, until – by one of life's accursed twists – you see that you have no choice.

So maybe there's no free will, after all.

Kuzan did not regret the stupid things he had done in his youth, golden years spent under the unforgiving sun of the south, laughing until the corners of his mouth stung and living each day like the next would never come. Kuzan recalled the rotten crowds and questionable friendships that have gotten him in too much trouble to count, but also gave him the best core memories. The first bottle of booze he thought he could down – and that had him vomiting his guts out in a dim lighted alley. The redhead who lived two blocks away from his house, who kissed him like she was trying to rip a chunk out of his lips but at least let him sneak a hand under her shirt.

Kuzan did not regret joining the marines, neither did he regret the life that he chose for himself. Kuzan fools himself into thinking that he does not regret what happened in Ohara and what he did to Saul, or at least he tries, empty attempts of reassuring himself with the fact that what has been done cannot be undone, what was done needed to be done. Because living in denial proves itself again and again to be easier than holding oneself accountable, guilt spreads itself like a cancer, so it's better to pretend you're just another victim of unfortunate circumstances. The executioner desperately seeks to be guiltless, even though he knows he does not have anyone to blame for the blood on his hands.

Kuzan does regret ever having anything to do with Teach, regrets stepping foot on that ship, regrets shaking the man's filthy hand – no amount of drawn out, icy cold showers seemed to wash away the feeling of wrongness left behind by that exchange, palms together, rings made of brass painted gold with equally fake gemstones biting into the leather of Kuzan's glove, a lecherous smirk lacking teeth, you are just as bad as me.

But nothing could ever compare to the regret he felt when he saw the warship approaching in the distance, the sky and the sea morphing into a hellish scenery of scarlet hues, magma falling from the sky in the shape of meteors – a pair of severe brown eyes, glaring down at him with the fury of a God, as if seeing Kuzan still alive was a personal insult, worth of revulsion. The raft was destroyed, and Teach, cowardly pest he is, didn't think twice about running away with the show of horror he calls a crew. Leaving Kuzan behind at the mercy, or absolute lack of it, of Sakazuki.

The saddened looks from the marines weighting on Kuzan's back were akin to having his skin prickled with several tiny needles all at once as he was all but hurled into the ship, a feeling of incoming doom trailed behind him like a devil as he was guided across the deck and down the stairs leading to a solitary cell. Something ugly and heavy curled inside his chest and dropped to the pit of his stomach, for a second Kuzan thought of himself wearing the skin of a lamb being led to its slaughter, watched with great despair by the remaining herd.

The ones who looked at him with anger and indignation were easier to ignore, the ones whose faces he recognized from years of service alongside, not so much. A small part of Kuzan was grateful that Garp was nowhere to be seen – he was sure that having to look the man whom he owed so much in the eyes as a foe, would've broken him. Once a protégé, now just another one to serve as proof of Garp's insistent habit of raising enemies.

And now, restrained by sea-stone chains and sitting on the dirty floor below deck of a warship headed to marineford, Kuzan starts to come to terms with the fact that maybe he is indeed just as bad as Teach. By willingly walking into his lair, by willingly following his orders, by willingly making himself an enemy of what once he stood for like a loyal dog – treachery has been mankind's most unforgivable crime since the dawn of time.

Kuzan was shaken out of his descending spiral by the sound of heavy footsteps trailing down the hall, growing steadily louder as they approached the heavy door that guarded his cell. Something jingled from outside of it, then came the rattling of keys against the metal, Kuzan winced and grit his teeth as it was forced open with a loud screeching noise, the wooden flooring below it scratched beyond repair from what seemed to be years of repeated damage. The person stepped into the cell, and the door made the same agony inducing noise as it was slammed shut. Kuzan tilted his head up to assess his visitor, begrudgingly and sluggishly slow, he was never good at feigning interest – facing the current circumstances, he just couldn't be bothered to try.

His gaze went up, up, and up. Like trying to search the eyes of a titan, Sakazuki's figure stood big and imposing inside the cramped room, making it seem even smaller. The look Sakazuki was giving him made his skin crawl with the need to hide, eyes as dark as whiskey at the bottom of the barrel – burning with hate, like a raging volcano. Kuzan tried to pull his chained arms to his front, succeeding only on making the sea-stone dig further into his back.

“You,” Kuzan sighed heavily, eyes falling shut in a hopeless attempt of escapism, interactions with Sakazuki were always unbelievably draining, and he was already exhausted. “What do you want?”

“Watch your fucking tone around me, scum,” Sakazuki all but spat the words at him, lips pulled back in a grotesque snarl, exposing clenched teeth. “After the stunt you pulled, you should be thankful I'm being merciful enough to dignify you with a proper execution, instead of letting you sink with that joke of a ship.”

Kuzan let his head fall back until it thumped against the wall, only then opening his eyes again to stare at the ceiling. Once again he thought of himself as a lamb being led to the slaughter, only now, his neck was bared to the butcher. “How sweet. Didn't imagine you, of all people, to be so caring.”

“Don't get cheeky,” Sakauzki scoffed, approaching Kuzan with firm steps, Sakazuki shoves two fingers under the collar chaining Kuzan's neck and pulls. Kuzan is forcibly risen to his knees, coughing and sputtering as the pressure of the sea-stone combined with Sakazuki's force crushes his windpipe. “That tongue of yours is too loose for a man who'll be dead within the next few hours.”

Being on his knees in front of Sakazuki brought back memories that felt centuries old, times of conflicting feelings and troubled relationships, because there never was a resemble of normalcy between the two. Like cats and dogs, always lunging at each other's throats – engaging in hurried, no-strings-attached flings in deserted hallways kept them from tearing each other apart. Kuzan can tell that Sakazuki's mind must be straying as well, being eye-level with the growing bulge in the older male's pants.

“Did you come here to say goodbye?” Kuzan asks, a cheeky hint of smugness in his tone, lips quirking into a fleeting ghost of a smirk. The ridges of Sakazuki's neck became dangerously pronounced at the provocation, square jaw visibly tensed, but instead of denying – the older male squeezes his bulging cock with his free hand.

“To remind you that the only thing you were ever good for was being my bitch,” Sakazuki let go of Kuzan's collared neck with a careless shove, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. Unzipping his pants and tugging them down along with his boxers to fit snug under his balls. Sakazuki pumps himself to full hardness, swiping a thumb over his tip and smearing precum up and down the thick shaft. “You know what to do.”

Kuzan leans forward to dip his tongue at the weeping slit, earning a sharp exhale from the other man, Sakazuki twitches against his tongue and Kuzan is eager to take the first inch of his cock into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down to take a feel of it. Hollowing his cheeks, Kuzan works his tongue on the underside of Sakazuki's cock to trace the sensitive vein that runs along his shaft, snorting when the older male bucks his hips and groans. Still got it.

“Did you put that mouth to work while on that disgrace of a crew?” Sakazuki growls, taking a fistful of Kuzan's hair to pull the man further down his cock, crushing Kuzan's nose on his pelvic bone. Kuzan shoots him a heated glare from under his lashes, Sakazuki scoffs. One hand tightly tangled on Kuzan's hair, serving as leverage for the older male to fuck his mouth, while the other wrapped itself around his neck, thumb pressing down to feel the outline of his dick bulging through the other's throat. “Wouldn't surprise me, knowing how much you love to choke on a dick.”

Kuzan scrapes his teeth along the shaft in response, making Sakazuki hiss and rip Kuzan off his cock. Kuzan takes a deep inhale, grimacing when it immediately starts to burn in his lungs. “You jealous?”

“You wish,” Sakazuki barked, giving himself a few rough pumps before kicking Kuzan in the chest to make him lie down, Kuzan bites back a pained groan as his skull hits the ground with an unnecessary amount of force, he isn't spared a second to recover – as Sakazuki's hands immediately fly over to his pants, tearing through the fabric to expose his hole to the room's stale air.

Sakazuki lets saliva pool in his mouth before lowering his head to spit a fat glob onto Kuzan's winking rim, wasting no time on pushing it in with the leaking tip of his cock. Kuzan grit his teeth and scrunched his eyes shut – saliva was a terrible substitute for lube in any scenario, but especially this one, where Sakazuki only made sure to get his dick wet enough to prevent chafing. The first few inches felt like they were ripping him apart, chopped clean in the middle like a log, Sakazuki threw his head back with a deep groan as his length sank into Kuzan. Kuzan let out a long exhale when Sakazuki finally bottoms out after what seemed like forever. “Fucker.”

Sakazuki only granted him a self satisfied smirk as he pulled out slowly, until he could barely see the tip of his dick inside Kuzan's hole, then slamming back in with a downright punishing force. Ripping out a shout from Kuzan.

Sakazuki immediately fell into rhythm, harsh and cruel thrusts that punched the air out of Kuzan lungs, bullying his prostate and making his eyes roll to the back of his head. The heat of Sakazuki's scorching palms digging into his hips drove him crazy, along with the dizzying pain that watered down into masochistic pleasure – chest to chest, looking into each other's with the same raging urge to bite and scratch and claw at the other from so many years ago, Sakazuki's sharp brown melting onto Kuzan's plain back.

Their mouths clashed into an animalistic kiss with more teeth than tongue, snarls and broken moans melding in the same breath, Sakazuki bit his lip and sucked at the cut – Kuzan clenched around Sakazuki like a vice when the taste of his own blood hit his tongue.

He didn't regret a damn thing.

#one piece #akainu #aokiji #aokiji kuzan #akainu sakazuki #kuzan x sakazuki #aokiji x akainu #my stuff !!

[the-collective-of-rodents]

Hello everyone.

A group - Pronouns Below

Alice: Alice, Al, Maya or Gaia, I use She/Her, They/Them is fine but not as a primary. About me: Massive gun nerd, part-time goddess, tend to mingle with the mortals every now and then

#Maya posting

Zee: Shares a body with Alice [Aka. she will add her own description, eventuall.] #

Hearth: Hearth, I use It/They

I'm non-binary and my job is to keep everyone on a leash as I'm the oldest. About myself? I'm very politically active any my passion lies in nautical engineering(warships in general) and worldbuilding projects. My personality is being a memetic hazard.

#Hearth posting

Bread: Trish, I use She/Her

I will (probably?) be posting the most random and non-sensical stuff. Most of my posts will be whatever currently is floating around in my mind (if it has potential to be a shitpost). My interests include Ultrakill, Undertale/Deltarune, game development and making stupid shit in Photoshop.

#Bread posting

Epsilon: Kiiro, I use She/They

I'm a catgirl/boy/whatever (me when genderfluid) and actually don't use tumblr that much, really interested in military equipment  and airsoft and have an obsession about splatoon :3

#Epsilon posting

The Pile: Birds, I use They/Them

I am an annoyance and probably wont post as much as the others, most people call me Birds and rarely Pile/The Pile. I am the only Furry of the group and i am trying to get good at art. My interests include but are not limited to RTS games, Factorio, Medieval stuff, and Space. I sometimes wish I was a Hivemind

#Pile conglomeration

Vikkuling: Welcome to my spaceship!

Vik, Vikk, Vikku, I use He/Him :D

I am an artist, Deuteranomaly and def an alien too. Might post many stupid stuff and (MAYBE) art. Yes, that includes Jerma- Interests: Art, Bright colors, Jerma985, Lethal Company, Bigtop Burger, Ultrakill, JJBA, TF2, Walten Files and quite more. Basic DNI + Dream Stans, tcoaal and aph (if you don't know any of these acronyms feel free to ask! Or any asks in general)

#Space-Signal

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Rules & Additons:

Firslty, I, Alice, would like to mention that we are different masses of flesh not just one, this is a blog by us made for fun for our grouplet. Secondly, I, Alice, would like to mention that UH I WAS PRETTY WRONG. I'm a system, the others arent.

This is in no way shape or form, supposed to be making fun of people with DID

Rules:

DM's and Asks are welcome to be recieved by any of our member of Collective. But! If you have something rude to say, leave it. You wont get a response, perhaps you'll get made fun of, at most.

Tags:

While this is a gimmick blog of several people, if you find you'd like only one of our members, you may simply follow the tags of specific member.

Each Member will have differnet interests, obviously. Check Description for possible information

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That's all, Friends

#The Collective #Maya posting #Hearth posting #Bread posting #Epsilon posting #Pile conglomeration #Space-Signal

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An overview of Azur Lane characters and their Zodiac Signs (Part 1?)

Before you roll your eyes at this outwardly bizarre post, know that this wasn't that much of my idea in the first place; Rather coming from the amount of times my sister brought this topic the times she was extensively analyzing AL characters with me, and while I'm not the most knowledgeable person at this concept, she was prone to notice connections that matches the description and patterns of certain Zodiac signs with ships that actually made sense with their stereotype, which is, to say the least, both interesting and concerning to think about. Knowing this, I felt like I had to research more about this topic, and my god, I found quite the coincidences here and there. And again, this is not some random theory that came out of my dreams after watching countless Alejandro Jodorowsky movies, but something that's even referenced in the game itself: Yeah, this Chinese WWII-based anthropomorphized warship game has a character that references and uses Zodiac Horoscope with a sign that directly matches its own stereotype, and if you are more than knowledgeable about bizarre ships, you know exactly who I'm talking about.

Before anything, let us familiarize with the concept using an easily understandable description from dictionary.com. If you already know this concept, skip the next three paragraphs: "In astrology, a sign of the zodiac refers to one of 12 specific constellations of the zodiac that the sun passes through. A person’s particular sign of the zodiac is the one that the sun was in when they were born. It is a belief in astrology that a person’s personality can be predicted using their sign of the zodiac. According to astrology, it is also possible to predict the future by looking at the position of the sun, moon, and planets in comparison to the zodiac constellations. An astrological map of the planets and zodiac signs is called a horoscope; the word horoscope is also used to refer to a prediction of the future using such a map."

From this point onward, we can see the Zodiac sign isn't a model used to classify a person's personality like an unchangeable diagnosed psychological trait, but a tool to predict the most likely personality traits someone might have in the future, both in the advantages and weaknesses; For example, if you were born around the date corresponding to Taurus, there is a chance you have a more objective and decision-making determination to your own desires, following up through a routine you willingly adhered yourself into, and uphold those same standards for as long as you'd like. Their problem lays down to their incredibly stubborn behavior, often leading them to not do what they need to do because they don't want to, unless they are under an immense amount of pressure, which makes them a really hard person to deal with if they are underdeveloped enough. Although, for being considered a pseudoscience, there isn't a lot of objective information to accurately predict someone's behavior according to its birth date (although, almost everyone I ever knew had their Zodiac sign matching their perception and behavior, so there's something to take out from it).

Well without further ado, let's begin with the beginnings of my washing powder-snorted theory, as I will bring out the traits of the Zodiac sign for the character I'll be mentioning in this post. Eagle Union's past event Microlayer Medley has introduced a handful of characters with different personality dynamics, ranging from unhinged introversion like Intrepid's temperamental self-repression, to Bremerton's frightening extroversion with her "Bremerton's Counseling Corner", which can mean a lot of things, but I will say it's just her pseudo therapist side that might be good or bad, depending of how you see it, but she's not the point of this topic. This event released a certain ship called 'Marblehead' that of course would turn out to be a paper book extrovert, maybe more than Bremerton herself thanks to her insistent energy, but once again we're not talking about that topic right now. While I was checking through her dialogue lines, I stumbled across this wild line:

"Libra's horoscope for today promises... super good luck."

I start to check out the launch date of the real ship, and indeed, it was inaugurated in October 9th, corresponding the birth date of Libra between September 23 to October 22. Correlating the stereotypes of Libra's Zodiac to her wild personality makes her character have a lot more of sense than before: "Libra is famously the sign of clever extroverts. These social butterflies are also said to be vain and hate making tough decisions." - dictionary.com

"Libras are difficult to really understand because they seem so contradictory. They’re simultaneously extroverted and introverted, strategic and spontaneous, focused and intuitive. This variability makes it difficult to pin down their true character. They are an entire constellation of personalities. What Libras need to discover is that positivity is its own kind of delusion. Libras are bound by the limitations of their bodies and their minds. They are contained within the boundaries of what their five senses tell them. They are able to understand the flavor of the world, but not the color. They’re not able to interpret the underlying micro-signals that others can. The dark abyss of the unknown is a terrifying place for them, which is why they have to pretend that they know everything. They project an air of omniscience. But in truth, they have no idea what they are talking about. Libra’s problem isn’t boredom. Their problem is monotony. They despise any repetitive action. They hate being stuck in the same old patterns that other people seem to get stuck in. They crave variety and adventure. Libras can be immensely resourceful at finding ways to be challenged, amused, and inspired. Libras are afraid of being alone. A fear of being disconnected from the collective is part of their primal psychological makeup. Libras are afraid of the unknown." - costarastrology.com During Marblehead's storyline, her extroversion was shown to be both genuine and a way to cope away of the person she used be, describing her old self as 'nerdy', filled with superficial knowledge and incapability of standing up by herself keeping those insecurities away from public knowledge, until she hit a point where that kind of life wasn't viable to keep up anymore. Living with the same routine, the same patterns, and the same structure was something she couldn't keep bearing herself under a low self-perception that as time flows by, it becomes less sustainable, and it's something not just Libra people, but probably all people will burn out from (although this sign will possibly feel it more intense than other ones), so she for a psychological 180° grade gradual change, becoming a completely different person in the process out of her own wishes to go through new horizons in her life and go past the boundaries she had on herself as a former introvert with no wills to see beyond her own nose whatsoever. And even then, she couldn't keep herself from sharing abstract and technical knowledge she acquired back then to the player both in her secretary and storyline dialogues, because deep down she still retains remnants of the former personality she tries to forget at times. If you ask me, that's an interesting level of character development that matches well the stereotype often found in Zodiac Signs about Libra, although she's not free from being an unaware manipulative as well, thanks to her pushy behavior that makes it hard to escape from her own whims.

Whether it was intentional to make Marblehead this way for mentioning the Zodiac on her or not, the connection between her personality and the traits of the actual sign cannot be denied. There is a lot to mention about the way they design these ship's psychological traits, and given the development of her own character, the Astrological Signs shouldn't be tossed out of the considerations when it comes to understand the dynamics of the ships persona.

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It seems I went far longer than I should've had, so I'll be splitting this post to another day and moment I get the same motivation I've gotten to make this thread. 'll keep my pseudo investigation archived here just to place a landmark on my writings, so there is no guarantee whether I'll keep this going yes or not if the situation allows it. Big shoutout to my sister who helped me to search, structure and summarize this information with me. None of this speculation could have been done without her, nor her outwardly interest she's got about AL dynamics as well (to summarize, she has been helping to write one of, if not the biggest character examination I've written so far, of which I am yet to post as well). I could probably remake this post sometime in this year or the next as I'll keep learning about this concept, so who knows. Time tells better than most.

Like always, I'll proceed to disappear until I post a new analysis. Without further words to express, until later.

#azur lane #astrology #astrology in warships #marblehead #warship #useless information #im so tired

[diphthongsfordays]

Word Find Game

From the eternally incredible @sleepyowlwrites, thanks!!

abyss (Deathdancer - Zaul POV) yes Zaul has weird time magic, no I will not elaborate yet lol

Zaul stared at him, glancing between the covered faces and impassive set of their shoulders. Wherever he was going, he definitely wasn’t getting out of it alive.

He kicked the man as hard as he could in the groin. He yelped, doubling over, and Zaul bolted. He crashed through another figure, and immediately someone slammed in to his back.

They crashed to the brick street, and this time something definitely crunched in Zaul’s chest. Pain exploded, vision flashing dangerously. Zaul tried to buck the person off, but he could barely move. He could barely breath.

“Dead it is,” said a calm voice in his ear. Metal ran nearby.

It was time to go.

Zaul closed his eyes, and dived into the abyss.

abandon (Deathdancer - Ailin POV)

“I’ve got to be honest,” said Zaul abruptly, very deliberately not looking at her. “This is not what I expected I’d be doing with my life a few days ago.”

“Same, I suppose.”

“You suppose?” he blurted, immediately abandoning his determination to avoid her face.

“Well,” she said, slightly taken aback, “I don’t usually do this with other people.”

“But you do this on a regular basis?”

“When the situation calls for it?”

“What situation?”

Ailin hesitated. Survival sounded decidedly over-dramatic.

Eventually, she settled on, "More than you'd think."

ally alley (Deathdancer - Ailin POV) in which Zaul is Not Good at attempting to tail Ailin

As the stranger passed the window, Ailin swung out, hooking a foot into the back of their knee. They yelped, and she spun them easily, slamming them into the opposite wall, dagger against their throat.

For an instant, neither of them moved. Big, dark eyes stared at her through a tumble of dreadlocs and heavy scarf.

Familiar eyes.

“By Hazarys,” Ailin swore softly, not releasing him. “What are you doing here? You should have left.”

“Hi,” he squeaked.

Very slowly, Ailin stepped back. There was only a foot of space between them, the alley far too narrow for anything else.

absence (Deathdancer - Ailin POV)

Ailin took a deep breath, and turned her back on him, slipping the dagger away. There was no sudden rush of movement, no sweeping sensation from a surprise attack the second her eyes were off him. He just stood there, waiting quietly, seemingly oblivious to the terrifying absence of sensation in her time-sense.

How long had it been, since she’d turned her back on someone without so much as a flicker of violence?

armor shield (Firetide Rising 3)

From here, Kina could see the second ship approaching. It looked like a Senui three-masted warship, wide and stout for stability, with shielded perches for archers along the front and back masts. She’d only seen one once before, docked in Port Obsidian for emergency repairs after a storm. They’d hired the salvage crew to help with the underwater repairs instead of the hassle of dry-docking.

The sky dragon roared, clouds crackling dangerously with lighting. A few distant rumbles filled the air, lightning growing.

They were running out of time.

BONUS: abscond, alleviate

I tag (no pressure!!): @writingonesdreams, @akindofmagictoo, @shaheenarnitipsyart, @ink-fireplace-coffee, @uraniumwriting, and open tag for anyone who wants it! (yes Sleepy that includes you!)

Your words are: Immediate, Include, Enemy, Presence, Weak, Return

#deathdancer #firetide rising #ftr3 #tag games #word find game #writeblr

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Leech Lord - HC dump 

Been a while!

Siren wings aren't physical -mostly-, they have no heft or real weight to them and aren't "real" objects that exist within the same space as their owners. The wings are more manifestations of power, the visualisation of the Siren's concentrated energy. They don't fly with them, they aren't actually doing anything generally, any movement a Siren performs while their wings are visible is due to expending their power - hovering, levitating etc, it's not the wings displacing air.

To the touch they'd feel like... the warm static on front of an old TV screen, a tingling buzz of resistance you can pass through but feel like you shouldn't. They feel very off, other, it would be hard to experience one brush through your body and not carry some kind of creeping dread for a few hours after that part of it was still inside your chest cavity somewhere.

The forms they take on aren't related to their Siren Powers at all, the great sources don't care or even know when their powers are being used by a host, they aren't making decisions over things as removed from their sphere of concern as fucking wings, Siren wings are extensions of self. They represent how that Siren see's who they really are, in one way or another.

Amara hardens hers into solid fists, powerful muscle shaped into a protective cage or battering onslaught. They flex and posture in a display of raw physical power behind her back.

Lilith's burn everything she touches, friends, enemies, they destroy and warp reality around them. They don't belong anywhere, and they do more harm than good.

Troy's twitchy, skeletal right wing that's stunted and bent in on itself isn't related to his body damage at all... it's how he sees his form. The vile eyes rolling in their sockets and glaring hatred at everything around him that bulge from the pinions of his left aren't being created by The Leech, it's his extension of self, how he understands and translates its power, how he experiences it. He doesn’t know this though, and it's one of the reasons he's disgusted by his wings.

Tyreen is wretchedly proud of her own, the horrific tentacles of energy that rip through her back, but she doesn't understand those aren't the same as other Sirens. Those aren't wings at all, it's The Leech physically manifesting, not a symbol of her own power and control.

If she ever did leech Troy in LL hers would be the stunted, barely visible purple static ones from canon, because Tyreen has barely any sense of self left. There is so little of who she actually is, that her psyche forms... nothing. Sad, pathetic silhouettes that pale in comparison to the memory of her brother's breathtaking wingspan.

The twins don't like leaving Pandora in general, Troy seeing it as a nuisance, and Tyreen not dealing well with traveling on what she considers "cramped" transport vessels. There is also a major element of danger, cosmic space witches don't hold as much weight when the skirmish is outside a planet's atmosphere, and a hull breach doesn't care if you've got magic powers.

Her claustrophobia and issues with feeling caged are one of the reasons Ty leaves so much of the cult's off world business and faction schmoozing to Troy, he's far more comfortable warping in Sanctum with a small escort fleet than she would be knowing she can't leave her ship for 24 hours.

They won't make trips longer than a short jump to a border planet in anything smaller than their flagship, the danger of being swarmed by an ambush is a tad too real, and the COV's main transport is a -massive- cruiser class warship kept in orbit around Pandora. It doesn't have a name, it doesn't need one. Its city dwarfing silhouette of jutting spires and eye burning floodlights that beam from the building sized sockets of skulls scrapped together from the wreckage of enemy ships do more than enough to announce who's vessel this is.

It can transport an army comfortably, and while devoid of Psychos, is filled with rotating shifts of Bandit and engineering crew. It's iconic visuals are due to tireless work of acolytes and pious worshippers who cover the surface while it's resting in orbit, painting neon COV iconography in teams that can take days to finish a single building sized piece, welding spines, blades, screaming rusted skulls and fluorescent light tubes across the massive breadth of its hull.

The thing is a fucking monster in the dark of space, and if it's ripping through a planet's atmosphere alongside thousands of escort gunships decorated in its honor, the surface inhabitants know exactly who has come to claim their fealty.

The lower crewpeople call it "Vae Victus" with some mix of adoration and fear, Troy doesn't like that. Doesn't think things like his warship should have a name, it's beautiful as it is - free and nightmarish, it doesn't need to be described as anything other than the ship.

Tyreen doesn't feel physical attraction to people anymore, and hasn't really realised this. Shes not asexual, the feeling just isn't there, another symptom of The Leech consuming her piece by piece. She gets fiercely, painfully envious of Troy's "time" with willing followers, of the way he doesn't even really react to eager touches along his skin as he lounges sprawled across his throne while they sit in boredom and listen to whatever bullshit the queues forming all the way out of the Cathedral have come to confess, but it's how used to it he is that irks her. How much he takes for granted something she can't have. Tyreen doesn't like not being able to have things. There's a reminder there that she doesn't have the real control she seeks so desperately.

She has extreme issues with feeling trapped in every way, physical, in her environment, in her decision making etc, it's one of the reasons she can't stand being told she's wrong, or that she has to do something, and it all stems from The Leech rather than her.

Troy heals much faster than anyone would expect from someone with so many complex physical issues. He doesn't spend any time thinking about this and genuinely doesn't notice it's a factor, but the man has very few scars. A severe injury that would leave a horrific gash on someone else just seals for him, always has. He pulled a bayonet out of his abdomen just before he crushed that heretic's head in his maw's reveal, and didn't even react. Within a couple of weeks that was just another slight silvery line across the warmth of his ochre skin, and it wouldn't take much longer till it vanished entirely.

It's likely one of the little reasons he's so uncomfortable about the paper thin coverage of the major scarring on his empty right that never healed, it's such a horrible clash against his otherwise unmarred skin to look at, and Troy finds himself often letting his eyes rest absentmindedly on other people's scars, subconsciously comparing against his own, trying to understand if he's as abnormal visually as he believes.

He has a few, scratch marks across his knees from falling a lot as a kid, the indent cuts along the sides of his spine for his rig attachments, but they aren't that noticeable. His throat scars later, they don't heal great. They show for, well, forever, and it takes him a couple of decades to realise that's how it had always worked, that he chose what to keep and what to let heal all along.

He still.. falls a lot as an adult. He stumbles, he has severe moments of weakness that can make him trip to the side and rock down to his knees before he manages to get a hand under himself, and it’s never his right even though he usually falls to that side. He always tries to steady himself with his left, even after years.

For all her bullshittery about being well traveled and street-smart and blah blah blah, Seifa can be shockingly innocent at times with things she's not much experience of. Ven taking her to a track race? Wow. Where do they sit? How do you know when it starts. What happens if that shit goes on fire? Oh VEN that shit IS ON FIRE!! Is it meant to be? Oh whoah. OHHHH.

She's grabby, she's a super tactile person who tries to not touch too much and respect people's boundaries but if she's excited or scared or can see a close friend is hurting, she tends to give in. She'd be hanging off his arm, bouncing in her seat and screaming as the racers roared by, and she'll go back home and talk to JK about it like she's some kind of expert who's been attending them years.

When they do -eventually- stop doing a terrible job of pretending things haven't shifted for them to their friends, her playful nastiness towards Troy only increases. The sparkle in her eye does too though, and you'd have to not know either of them to think it wasn't intensely affectionate. Yeah she rips into him right in front of a chuckling Eli or JK, but he knows the things she whispers tenderly against his throat as she's falling asleep. He knows what it's like to wake up with her fingers loosely entwined in his, knowing she'd taken his hand in the night. He knows how gentle and soft she actually is, so he'll let her make the little digs. It's a good deal, and he's spent enough time around the little shit to know how to spot those.

(Genuinely awful job of hiding things. Ven pointing accusingly at the Troy sized mound and messy black hair desperately trying to hide itself under her duvet she's accidentally let him catch a glimpse of as she INSISTS everything's fine and she just needs five minutes to get her makeup on hey why doesn't he turn on the TV she'll just be a sec yeah she just has to close the bedroom door no don't worry about it pal yeah bye back in a minute etc)

Troy wears his prosthetic so much in public and has had to practice gestures with it so many times, that very rarely he tries to perform a learned gesture while not wearing it and shit goes to hell.

A huffy God King mid argument trying to cross his arms and just... going nowhere with the left as it swings towards the empty bracer, then pretending he did it on purpose while progressively getting redder and closer to a tantrum as the friend he's talking to desperately tries not to laugh.

It's almost all gestures it happens with, his regular movements and functionality are from a lifetime of not having the prosthetic so he's not going to run into any trouble there. He doesn't reach for things with an empty bracer because he automatically always uses his left, but the things he had to learn since Pandora and practice daily so he could look like he was a natural with it?

Those pop into his movements sometimes when he's only in the bracer and are usually a combination of frustrating and very funny.

Things like his physical threat, that's not something that was part of his life before the God King, how to hold himself and twist the massive arm forward while letting the shoulder blades spread for the viewers are things he had to practice and learn. If he's angry and not wearing it he'll sometimes shift into trying to perform the same actions and just looking confused for a second as his side shakes before he blushes and storms away.

If he's sitting lost in a story Ven is telling and starts absent mindedly playing with what's in his hand, he'll sometimes toss it to catch with the right, something he purposefully does in the background of streams to display finesse and strength subtly... cept in Sanctum that means just yeeting the fucking beer can sideways across the room and everyone stopping conversation for a second while he blanches.

Smarmy, stoned Troy getting into a insults chicken match with JK or Sei, grinning ear to ear and flashing a practiced cocky grin before leaning to rest arrogantly against a door frame and just falling into the wall.

It only happens when he's repeating something he's practiced for a persona, so it's a lot less hurtful than it could be for his esteem, but it's still embarrassing and he usually launches straight into being a huffy little asshole directly afterwards ( even if the genuine laughter feels nice in a way)

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