#anyone who knows me knows I love Erra so much

[sacredthefran]

GUESS WHO GOT PHILLY VIP FOR ERRA????

SPOILER ALERT ITS ME!!!!!!

#rAHHhHhHhhHH #I’m FREAKiNg Out #anyone who knows me knows I love Erra so much #I’m so excited #erra #jesse cash #jt cavey #alex ballew #connor hesse #clint tustin #erra philly

[eldritch-nightmare]

yandere sully headcanons.

a/n: don't look at me i couldn't help it okay i'll work on requests soon just let me have this. dear god it's been so long since i've written anything i hope i still know what i'm doing uhm i listened to stockholm syndrome by erra on repeat while writing this (i am obsessed w the song okay) so if that influenced it a bit then yeah it's 5am ignore the messiness and typos i just Had to write this in one sitting.

warnings: gn!reader, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, thoughts of kidnapping, actual kidnapping, thoughts of cannibalism, kinda slight possessive behavior, scopophobia, mentions of restraints, technically a precursor to the yandere sully bot now that i'm looking at this.

He's oh so confused when he first starts feeling things towards you. It's only a brief burst of confusion, only because he's never felt this way for another person before.

Sure, he'd burn the heavens and hells for Liu, and he's pretty buddy-buddy with Eyeless Jack but this? It's new to him.

The confusion doesn't last long, that's for sure. Sully knows exactly what he wants, and he's rather in tune with his emotions so he's able to figure things out quickly.

The intensity of his love certainly surprised him though. The first time he thought 'I want to lock you up and make you mine', he took a step back and was like 'Hey man, that's pretty strange...' but he gets over this pretty quickly, obviously, or we wouldn't be here.

Besides, it's not like he's going to act out on these thoughts, right? I mean, sure, you're the most fascinating person he's ever met but he has restraint. He has a lot of restraint, thank you very much.

Haha... well... about that...

You see, Sully does have a lot of restraint, so he doesn't actually act out on these thoughts and desires for a really long time. He's fine with watching you from afar.

And also because if he did, it could lead to trouble.

He also knows that Liu would be very unhappy with him if he acted out on these desires, and Sully actually really cares about Liu and his boundaries and stuff. Sure, he could totally keep it a secret since they don't share memories and whatnot but still.

So he's content with just watching you from afar and having these thoughts. Shall I provide some examples of the thoughts he has about you?

They'd look so cute chained up and in tears.

God, I just want them to say my name like a prayer.

They're so adorable when they laugh... it makes me want to eat them.

I wonder how they'd react if I took them away from here just so I could keep them all for myself. No one will know where they are except for me... they'd never be able to get rid of me...

Wouldn't it be cute if they realized I want to make them mine? They'd probably run, but that would make things so much more fun.

I honestly think I'll kill anyone who tries taking them from me. They're mine, and I have to protect what's mine.

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.

He loves literally anything and everything you do. You could never bore him, even if you try really hard to. He could listen to you talk about some topic he doesn't care for for hours because it's you who's talking.

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if he'd bother hiding his obsession with you from you. He definitely hides it from Liu, Liu cannot find out, and the others, but I feel like it's so obvious that Sully wants to just devour you.

The way he looks at you certainly sends chills down your spine, and there's something in you telling you to keep your distance, for your own safety.

He doesn't even care to be subtle when he's watching you. You can always feel his gaze on you whenever he's around, it's almost as if you're the only thing he can focus on whenever you're around. It would be kind of cute if it didn't unnerve you so much.

But it's not just that.

It's... the way he looks at you. The... the pure smitten look in his gaze as he watches you do such mundane tasks. The way his gaze always lingers whenever something or someone else needs or wants his attention. His eyes feel like they're going to consume you whole if you look into them. It's only with Sully. You never feel like this when you're around Liu.

He's well aware that you're uncomfortable with his gaze, and he thinks it's adorable how you avoid interacting with him and how you try hiding away from him whenever you're forced to be around him.

God, he could just eat you up.

And it's so hard for him to see you getting along so well with other people. He just wants to pull you away whenever you get too close to someone.

Oh man he's so very casual with all of this as well. You think it's weird and disturbing, he thinks it's romantic and a part of everyday life.

You've thought about mentioning this to Liu a few times but... what could he do? It's not like he can control Sully. Besides, Sully hasn't done anything that makes you feel as if you're in any immediate danger, he just... watches you. And smiles, occasionally, in a way that makes you unnerved to imagine what he could be thinking about.

Well, until now, that is.

What can he say? He has restraint, sure, but even he can't help but give into his desires every once in a while. And this time he just... decided to take you away.

Not while you were awake, of course.

No, he would never let you be awake for something like that. It's also just easier snatching you while you're peacefully asleep, blissfully unaware.

And you're so cute when you're sleeping, did you know that?

He lets out such a dreamy sigh as he watches you sleep on the bed he set you down on. He had brought you deep into the woods, keeping you in a neat little abandoned cabin that he managed to fix up nicely in his spare time.

Only he knew about this place. He didn't share it with Liu. It was his place. And now, yours as well.

Sully thought about restraining you to the bed... he even has a decent-length chain just for that, but...

Not yet.

He knows the chances of you running when you wake up are incredibly high, and honestly? He wants you to run. He'd love to chase you, it'd be fun for him.

You entertain him in ways no person has ever been able to. You make him feel things he's never really thought of or felt before. You're... interesting to him, which really says a lot.

He's never been so intensely interested in something before, let alone someone.

You're just special like that, he supposes, and he can't wait for you to wake up so the real fun can begin.

The only real concern that Sully has is Liu. Liu, bless his heart, would never approve of this. He's too nice, too compassionate. He wouldn't want Sully to keep you captive in a cabin in the middle of the woods. He wouldn't understand.

So, Sully does intend to keep this a secret from Liu. And the others. It's not like they'll suspect him of doing anything.

After all, he's just the guy uninterested in his surroundings, why would he have anything to do with your disappearance?

#sully x reader #sully x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #yandere x reader #yandere sully #yandere creepypasta #yandere sully x reader #yandere creepypasta x reader #scheduled.

[thedevilsruby]

Foe of the Guide (Clierra multichapter fic)

Sierra Rossi's parents died in front of her because of Giovanni Pasini and his family's invention, the Guide. Oppressed by years by corruption and greed, she comes of age to fight against those who have wronged the world she lives in. She just didn't expect to fall in love along the way.

She feels her mother's hand yank her to her bosom, cradling her as close as a mother could her baby.

"No, no, you can't, she's only a child! Please, please-!" A gunshot is all Sierra hears and she feels something warm land on her dress. All she can see is her mother flying to the ground, eyes now dark and lifeless and crimson splattering her once yellow dress.

She screams out for her mother, tears filling her eyes.

"Sierra, baby, listen to me." Her father says, cradling her face in his hands. "Run, run as far away as you can and don't look back. I love you baby, so so much."

"But daddy!" Sierra tries to protest.

"GO!" Her father yells, pushing her away.

Sierra sobs out, running as fast as her little legs can go, before more gunshots ring out and she hears her father's body hit the ground.

She sits up with a loud gasp, clutching her blanket to her chest. She pants hard as she looks around. No blood or bodies, much to her relief.

Sierra sighs, holding a palm to her forehead. That was what, the fifth time this month? The dream has haunted her time and time again since she turned 18.

Her Houndoom Dexel, whines and military crawls to her, calming her down with kisses only a pokemon could provide.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm fine, it was just a dream." She whispers to him, petting him. "A...very bad dream that happened for real years ago."

A knock snaps her out of her thoughts and Houndoom's ears perk up.

"Give me a minute!" She calls out, throwing the covers off her and shivering at the slight chill in the air. She grabs whatever hoodie in nearby and her white pants. She slips them on and walks to her living room door.

"Hey Willow." She hugs the older man upon seeing him.

"Hey Erra, good to see you." Willow replies, hugging his surrogate niece back. "Are you okay? You look-"

"I know, I know." Sierra sighs. "I'm fine."

"You had the dream again, didn't you?" Willow asks, concerned. Ever since she moved into this tiny apartment to be on her own, the dreams of her parents being murdered have been getting worse. He hated to see her like this.

"It's nothing, Will, I'm okay." She decides to change the subject before Willow pushes it. "What's the new plan today? Last plan almost got us found out."

"Not exactly Candela's greatest plan." Willow mutters. "But Blanche has cooked something up and we're gonna try it."

Sierra goes to her coffee pot and brews enough for two cups. "Of course that brainiac made something. What is it?"

"It's something they call a 'drone'." Willow replies, sitting at Sierra's dining room table. "It's a flying camera basically."

Sierra raises an eyebrow. "A flying camera? Like Giovanni won't find that suspicious?"

"It'll be disguised as a Yanma, so it'll be inconspicuous." Willow says. "There are plenty of Yanmas in the city, this one isn't special to him."

Sierra shrugs. "I'll take a look after breakfast, we just gotta be careful with the cameras watching."

Cameras were the normal in the cities. Giovanni's ancestor Armand had the idea to install them in case anyone tried to badmouth the family or Guide in public.

Years ago, the Pasini family invented Guide to try and help humanity, to improve the lives of many. IT was going to help elderly people to their feet when they fell, help movers lift heavy objects, help people who's cars had breakdowns and there were no mechanics around.

Now it was only a tyrannous device, making sure the people stayed in line, beat others if they looked or acted suspicious, report minor crimes and jail people.

Many hated it, but the Pasini family ruled with an iron fist, so there wasn't much that could be done.

Until Sierra's family gave people hope and started a secret rebellion, The Golden Fighters.

The very thing her parents gave their lives for and left for her to continue.

"Well, maybe this time the Golden Fighters actually have a small chance." Sierra sighs, pouring sugar and cream into Willow's coffee. "Let's hope this works."

Willow only nods in response.

-

Can you tell it's been awhile since I've written? I hope I'm not TOO rust lmao hope you all enjoyed!

#pokemon go #pokemon #leader willow #leader sierra #professor willow #team go rocket leader sierra #sierra's parents #dystopian au

[lightningsprotienpowder]

LITTLE INTRODUCTION (this will be a bit long, sorry for that)

Omg hi! Tysm for taking a look ive my tumblr, if you know me already, im loveable lamebrain (aka heathers broken nail file) from tiktok!

If you dont know me and just have discovered me for the first time, hi! Im loveable lamebrain, i go by she/they pronouns and my accounts have been on total drama! (This used to be a sims tumblr, or simblr as they call it) but now its an account for anyone who wants to follow me on here ig lol, I probably wont post much on here but if i do, its most likely gonna be smt random lol

Anways, onto my interaction list thing

FEEL FREE TO INTERACT WITH ME!

-if your a chr!s mclean, d*ncan, al3jandro, sierra, sugar, skye, dave and dawn antis/haters

-if you stan almost the entire s1 cast lol

-if you stan lightning, jo and scott (aswell as most of the other tdroti contestants)

-if ur between 11-16 years old

-if you ship heathney, gweather, aleheather, scottney, lyler, ozzy, iva and gwoey

-if your a duncney, gwuncan and chref hater/anti

-and ofc, if u love total drama!

(Idm if u dont like the things i like, just as long as ur kind to everyone. It doesnt matter)

THIN ICE

- if you ship gwourtney/gwencney (both the same ship, just a different name) duncney, chref and zoke

- if youre a heather, owen, scott, lightning and jo anit/hater (this goes for if u hate most of s1 characters)

-if youre a d*ncan, alejandro, sugar, skye, dave, dawn, and sierra stan (as long u dont support their actions)

-if youre a bridgette and blainely/mildred stan

-if your in the miraculous ladybug fandom (im sorry, but that is so cringe 😭)

DNI

- if youre a chr!s mclean or s!erra stan (and u support/dont care abt their actions)

-tox!c courtney, gwen and chr!s stans

-if you ship lindsay x chr!s, cody x sierra, cameron x sierra, chef x izzy, lightning x cameron and gwen x cameron (i hate to say this, but u should probably get help if u like any of the ships ive listed here)

-obvi, if ur racist or homophobic/transphobic

Okay, thats it for intreactions list! Tysm for reading this, there will be a picture of my profile so yk what it looks like and ill post a link below the cut, anyways, i hope ure having a good day/night and i hope u stay safe if u never see me again.

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[infestedslime]

Ok time to give my thoughts on what i saw of tennocon. I should note I only saw the art panel, the community art panel, and the live event.

For the art panel there was a lot I really liked. For one I was super happy to see the early sentient design works. When they showed off hunhow’s original design they mentioned there being other sentients in that style, and I would very much like to see them. But the new sentient stuff is what excites me most. Not only are we getting at least 3 be sentient weapons (1 bow and 2 melee) but there look to be plenty of interesting new enemies. The sentient snake warframe hybrid looks especially cool and I can’t wait to see more of it. They also mentioned erra originally being planned as a sort of gargoyle that would jump down on you in sentient tilesets (which I hope they bring back in some form) as well as sentient tileset expansions, which makes me hopeful that we will be able to go to tau at some point. Ideally there will be a whole sentient planet we can visit, but I’m excited either way. They also showed off a sentient warframe which i am VERY exited about as they’re my favorite faction design wise. Anyone who follows me has probably ascertained at this point that nidus prime was my favorite reveal. I love his design, but I’m also just excited that I finally get to use my umbra forma. I hope we get some gnarly infested weapons to go with him. The deluxe skins they showed off also look nice, I’m especially excited for baruuk’s and volt’s. And to top it off the fact that we will be getting not one but 3 sentient armor sets as a quest reward fills me with glee. I’ve been wanting something more than what comes with hunhow’s gift for ages. Now hopefully they’ll add a few more infested ones.

The live event was also very cool. I’ve only been playing for a little under 2 years, but I know both crossplay and cross save have been a long time coming and I’m glad that they’re finally going to be added, even if they aren’t super relevant to me. Hopefully now I can get a few more of my friend to start playing. But obviously the main even wasn’t that, it was the new war gameplay. It looks super cool. I like the idea of getting to experience the effects of the war on the various factions as well, which I assume will build up to some manner of team up between at least the grineer, corpus and Tenno, although I’m hoping some of the others like the open world factions and syndicates will also be involved. I’m also hoping we will get to play as the infested hive at some point, but i feel like that’s not too likely to happen. I’m also glad to hear that this will be a longer quest as it’s been built up for quite a while, and the last few quests have been rather short. Overall I’m super excited, even more so than I was for deimos, which is saying a lot. Sorry for the long post and for if the formatting is kinda wonky, mobile seems to be acting up. I hope everyone is as excited as i am!

#warframe #tennocon #the new gunblade is very good and it goes super well with the new nidus skin

[climaxstriker]

Notes on Wally

Yeah, I’m just making this post as a sort of guide for a mysterious warframe villain that I’m pretty sure is going to make a move soon-ish in an upcoming update.

Dude has a “I’m helping you to help me” Vibe. I made a similar post before but I figured, hey anyone who plays warframe might find this one wanting some idea of what he is. Plus shits and giggles. So Notes are underneath the cut. It’s more or less a recap.

First thing you need to know. The man in the wall is not an illusion. He’s an intelligent being. That much is certain.

I’ll just go over everything as I know from chronological order. From The war within to now.

The War Within: He wanted us to consume the Kuva. A corrupting Oil that brings madness and evil. So right there is an indicator that he wants you to do things that would not be beneficial to your well-being. One important detail to note is mainly how the Queen’s tried to take over your body. She wanted to corrupt your mind with despair.There’s also the detail that the Zariman 10-0 Massacre, where you were forced to kill your parents when Wally controlled all of the adults on the ship. Rell figured it out that his mother wasn’t his mother anymore....that someone was controlling her. That was the beginning of his carefully calculated plan.

The Sacrifice: This whole hunt for Umbra started because the Lotus gave us the vision of Umbra fighting Ballas. This was done telepathically rather than through transmissions. Why would someone use telepathy rather than their usual transmissions and why would she keep telepathy a secret until now? That makes no sense....Assuming of course, that was the Lotus at all. 

Umbra is a warframe with only one memory, being forced to murder his own son, Isaah, made to replay it again and again and again. At the end of the quest, Wally asks if we remember Umbra’s memory the way we do. Confirming it will have him say “Good.” Sounds strange right? Lotus’ sudden telepathy, Wally’s satisfaction at knowing you’ve internalized Umbra’s memory, Plus why would the Lotus show you a warframe to obtain after betraying us? They don’t make sense by themselves but Assume that wasn’t the Lotus but Wally that called you, then it suddenly makes a LOT more sense. Lotus’ whereabouts were merely bait for you to synchronize with Umbra and internalize his memory. The reason? The memory was Umbra being forced to murder his own son. Huh, being forced to murder family was what happened on the Zariman 10-0, right? Huh, that’s weeeeird. Total coincidence, right? Yeah, that has to be a coincidence. Especially if Wally’s involved.

The Chimera Prologue: Wally appears before us wearing Lotus’ helmet. He wants you to follow him. At the end, you find Ballas lamenting his death being stolen from him. He laments how he’s been fooled by Natah. He says to truly end this war, love must die. Meaning we’ll have to kill the Lotus, now reborn as Natah, our former surrogate mother. He gives us the mental blueprint on the Paracesis. It was clear Wally lead us there on purpose. He wanted us to have that sword. Just so we’d be well equipped and aware of what part we’ll have to play in the upcoming quest: the new war.

The bastard’s plan: You’ll noticed I bolded certain phrases throughout this entire post, that’s because I wanted you guys to see the same pattern I saw. Being forced to kill family is something I doubt most people would ever want happen. And Wally was around for a good bit of it. He wants you to be good and traumatized for when he body snatches you. Teshin said the Queen wanted to corrupt your mind with despair until only she remains, nothing says despair like being forced to kill your parents......again. Plus I would think the emotions Umbra felt upon being forced to kill his son was nothing short of despair. He wants to body snatch you and nearly all the pieces are falling into place. He’s trying to push that button again and again until you finally break.

Things I noticed about him though: In the Railjack, there’s a part called a reliquary drive. Inside the reliquary drive, is a giant finger. Yes, your railjack is powered by a giant finger, I wish I was making this up. Wally is very much connected to it since we hear “his” voice when we approach it. Plus when you plug the key into the reliquary drive after completing the war within, you see him waving to you with one finger bent down. Safe to say, that giant finger belongs to him.

Bad news from that revelation: BOI’S FUCKING BIG.

Good news: He has a physical body. If he has a body, he can be killed, assuming his body isn’t already dead. However, even that’s not as simple as that. Otherwise Rell would’ve passed on a LONG time ago. I DID find something interesting though.

This mother fucker is connected to The Duviri Paradox (Well, duh. you see him when you search up the pains of duviri and he’s shown at the end of the trailer). That’s important as fuck because in the Duviri trailer....lies the Zariman 10-0 colony ship.

See how this guy’s arm is clearly robotic in nature? I know, we found a FINGER, not an ARM BUT consider this possibility: in Erra, there was more than one railjack being flown to fight Hunhow. those railjacks’ engines would need to be powered via the reliquary drive. Which would mean more than one finger. I believe, after this guy’s arm was chopped off through unknown circumstances, the Orokin chopped up this guy’s arm to use as a battery for the Railjacks. Dude’s a mysterious character in the void, Check. He’s got a body part that would contain a finger missing, check. Aaaand the Zariman 10-0 is involved. Fucking Check. This guy has got to be the man in the wall.

Possible Weaknesses(?): Rell finally passed on when we terminated his warframe, his then current vessel, AFTER his main body died. This was in the void too. Replicating the circumstances in which Rell finally passed on may help kill Wally for good. Rell died because he no longer had a body to possess. Wally on the other hand, does have a body to possess, albeit, a body he can live without. At first I thought it was dying, but his spirit got stuck in Rell’s warframe for centuries so there must be nothing wrong with it unless there’s some voidy timey wimey stuff going on. I mean, the Operator does age to an adult during the duviri paradox, so anything’s possible. He wants to possess our own body as his own way of escaping. Terminating any vessels he may have in the real world, and in the Duviri area should be the only way to permanently end this piece of shit.

His Vessel in the real world should be either his finger, or the Lotus’ helmet. If I’ve got Wally’s mindset pegged, and I’m pretty damn sure I do, he’d most likely possessed the Lotus’ helmet thinking “If I possess the helmet, it’ll be that much easier to show them the visions I want them to see. Plus, if by chance they figure out I’m possessing this thing, their first instinct will be to destroy this item. But it’s of very high sentimental value to them, so destroying it will be like erasing one of the last traces of mommy dearest and sink them even deeper in despair. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA” (Yes, I did have to add in the evil laugh. It was fucking essential, shut up.) But we’re going to have to have our operators grow up. Grow stronger and become better people from the despair that they face. THat’s the way we fight off Wally.

Oh, and if given the choice......

DO. NOT. PUT. ON. THAT. HELMET.

If Wally IS possessing it, then wearing it would be the worst thing you can do. I am positive he’ll possess you for sure.

Fighting him off does not mean his plans end: Wally carefully calculated this plot in such a way that even if we fight him off, he’ll try again with another Tenno. So, for the sake of ending this piece of shit once and for all, we’ll want his eyes remaining on us.He had everyone kill their parents, he’ll try again with other Tenno even if we foil his plan of possessing us. Going on the offensive seems to be the only option to permanently destroy him. 

Like any person ever, Wally is not perfect: He doesn’t appear to have the ability to read minds. I base this off him asking us if remembering us killing Issah was the way we remember it. If he could read minds, he would’ve known that already. Sure, he could’ve done that act just to get closer to us, but if he had such an ability, he could’ve avoided Rell’s seal on him for sure. This brings up a hopeful possibility that is a bit of a stretch.....

The Operator already knows what Wally is doing: I say it’s a stretch because it took me a while to figure it out his plan, but if it’s an act, it’s a pretty damn good one but if I could see what he’s doing, there’s no reason the Operator shouldn’t either. Using their knowledge on the process of how the continuity works from the war within, and the fact that Wally was sealed away with Rell means that he’d want a body in the real world. Plus, you know, he’s an evil malevolent spirit that is sketchy as fuck. The fact he’s after the Operator means that they plan on taking them over next. Just like he did with the adults on the Zariman 10-0. I needed more evidence but with the right way of thinking, it is possible to see his plan coming. Especially if the “Lotus” didn’t use transmissions but telepathy. I could see the Operator faking the internalization of Umbra’s memory just to string him along. Because the Operator knows if Wally is scared off, he’ll just try taking over another Tenno. They know that if they want to stop him for good, they’ll just have to play dumb and wait for the right moment.

Again, this is a bit of a stretch so I’m not entirely convinced on this possibility.

Tl;dr: Read the damn essay you coward. >=3

#Warframe #man in the wall #fuck this is long #like really really really long #0/10 would not write long essays like this again.

[kabeddon]

Warning! Contains the recent WF empyrean spoilers about the crystal destroying thing too, which I just watch off youtube because I’m too arsed to get it myself. 

Also, rant is mostly lore based. And heavily biased.

and also angry.

Warframe is... getting a bit too cluttered for me to have any interest in. But I won’t be getting into the gameplay because I admit, I was lazy and is unwilling to grind as diligently like I used to. 

But the LORE.

Oh GOD what happened to the lore. 

Now, any of you WF lore enthusiasts can correct me, please. I just don’t understand what is up with the lore choices and am too pissed to care about research anymore. I had a friend of mine recently explain stuff to me, but it’s nOT going to stop me getting quite pissed at some of these lore points that are making no sense and cluttered. I might have missed many things during my hiatus. Maybe key points! But I’m still bitter nonetheless. Please prove to me it’s not as bad as I think.

Let’s start.

1. What have they done to Ballas.  What happened?? Why is this happening?? Ballas had a HUGE presence and had been teased for forever. I thought HE was the final boss.The Baddest Bad. The Charming Psychopath. He’s gonna lead the Sentients and the Army to a battle with the Tenno! He’s gonna manipulate Lotus against us!! 

...and then he’s Erra’s slave and is weak and meek and spineless. 

Gee, thanks for screwing over a character I GENUINELY had major interest in until that point. I LOVED him. I tease him a lot, but I enjoyed how he was portrayed. He looked horrible, but I genuinely and utterly adore him during the Umbra arc. He was just... really cool and calculating! He was very well presented!

And, yeah. Then that whole... half sentient thing happened. Yea.

Which leads me to...

2. Fuck the existence of Erra. Listen, if anyone tried to convince me that ERRA is basically more fitting as the ‘true’ evil and the sociopath that will manipulate Lotus/Natah and lead the sentient army to destroy everything is a good decision... I will flip my shit. 

Really? Really. Ballas was butchered for THIS DUDE who we never seen teased or talked about before. Shut up about him being Natah’s ‘brother’, I don’t care. I’d rather Grandpa Hunhow come back than this dude, who actually had FAILED to impress me a single bit (also because I can’t understand the hell he’s saying due to the gargled weird voice). Not even his design. Battaclysts and Conculysts, hell, even VOMVALYSTS have a more unique design than this dude. Hunhow was also intimidating as all hell and had a fantastic entrance. Erra is way, way lacking compared to them.

I am VERY bitter about this dude.

(Look, I ain’t saying he is a bad character forever. Obviously, we don’t know how cool he is from the 7 or so minutes we got of him... but come on. His first impression holding Ballas like a slave is already like a spit to my face. I know I’m really bitter about him rn, but for me he’s just really bland. just ‘I am eeevviilll’ and that’s it. Boring. I hope he improves. He BETTER improve if you had to sacrifice Ballas for him.)

And then, this.

3. Please reuse existing NPCs in a more interesting way. Fuck’s sake, they’RE A GOLD MINE. The moments I see Kela being the big baddy during the beach event. The times Alad show up to talk about Ropalolyst or whatever it’s called. We have NEF ANYO, MY FAVORITE BASTARD! We have Baro, we have Darvo. They had really interesting stories and moments, all of them! 

USE THEM!

Why make Erra when you can just use these people to make VERY interesting dynamics? Hell, how did the news of the Lotus turning her back against the Tenno not reach them? If it does, why do they do legit NOTHING? Really? Nobody’s gonna try side with the Tenno? Or maybe take advantage and go AGAINST them? Nobody’s gonna also spy on this Sentient progress at all? Anyone? 

Like... these characters already have a huge following. Artist renditions and community memes have made them really, REALLY strong assets. I REALLY hope they had this in mind and just waiting to release the content. If not, and INSTEAD, they make more new characters like fuckin ERRA, I’m boutta lose my shit.

And my last and maybe something that irked me the most...

4. The game’s focus has shifted from Warframes to Operators, and THEN treat Operators quite poorly.  Okay, this is biased. This is probably just me. And this one’s gonna be the longest. But I prefer silent protagonists who show off how awesome and cool they are INSTEAD of having whiny baby tweenagers who has cheesy edgy dialogues. I honestly liked them more when they were Warframes. They don’t talk much and get shit done. The Villains that talk more also shines through during those past cutscenes, giving them more of a presence. I even really, REALLY liked that prt where the enemies kept pointing out how Warframes are eyeless and voiceless. It’s just so cool. Now with the Operators talking back at times... it just ruined the scene for me. Please let villains shine more and shit talk me. Kicking their ass after felt way better. 

And don’t get me started on how much they keep showing up in recent cutscenes... it made me miss those old cutscenes where they don’t talk back and just stood and act awesome, in cool silence. Yes, I know kids and tweenagers are supposed to be ‘immature’, but I don’t think Warframe is the type of game where that sort of personality fit very well. I want them to have the same presence they have when they are in Warframes. I just think cutscenes these days don’t hit me the same way anymore. 

Please, please use assets like Umbra. Please stop showcasing the Operators more than Warframes. Please, I love my Warframes more. When is that Umbra mod coming up?? WHEN ARE MY BABIES GOING TO BE SENTIENT??

I think Operators are not a bad idea... but I think they need to be treated better than what they are treated like now. They’re so annoying for a main character. Can I go back to Warframes? 

tl;dr. my favorite villain I was highly interested in was butchered, some rando replaced him acting all important. Please just reuse old, interesting NPCs and please make my operators cooler and maybe give them better dialogues while not forgetting about Warframes being cool. Suffice to say I’m done seeing the lore churn down this direction. Thanks. 

(Again, these are all my personal thoughts. If you wanna convince me otherwise, please don’t start a discourse and instead discuss me. I just wanna rant. If you have no problems, kudos to you! I just miss the times WF is simpler than now.)

#rant #negative #warframe #personal opinion

[squarehammered-blog]

Today is April 12th, 2017

While this means almost nothing to most, it means everything to me. Because six months ago today, I told a boy what I felt he meant to me, and he felt similarly. Six months ago today, the tension was lifted between me and this amazing boy, and we grew closer to one another than I have ever been to someone. While it has only been half of a year, I’ve grown to know so much about him, and he taught me an immense amount about myself, especially one major thing. He taught me how to love. After years of loneliness and wall-building, together, we tore down the barriers. I’ve never loved another as much as I love him, and sometimes I worry that I only do so much because I’ve never claimed to love someone who wasn’t as perfect as he is, but I know now, that what I feel for him is genuinely an adoration for him, not a feeling to come simply from being with someone. I believe that we hit the nail on the head the very first try.

@neverdewitt ,

I’ve always been a proponent of the claim that I cannot sum up the words for how I truly feel about you, but that isn’t true in a sense. While my feelings towards you aren’t a direct phrase, they’re a collection of everything I say because of how I feel. The time we spend, the places we go and things we do, it’s all part of the most important experience I have ever had, a collective, six-month-and-counting experience that could never have happened if I hadn’t said the things to you that I did that half of a year ago.

I’ve done a lot of thinking today, a lot of missing you, and a lot of hyping this Saturday, the first time we’ll be able to see each other (aside from a midnight conversation and a walmart run) in three weeks. But what really made me step back and admire these past months were the memories we’ve already made.

Like the time before we had started dating, going to Lancaster just the two of us, and watching a movie that became the got damn cornerstone of our relationship for a while.

Or the time we actually went on our first date, going to St. Peters and coming up with a concept that there’s a bear that lives in the woods, and will steal only a single shoe from you. Or maybe your pants. (Not like that’s a problem for you (Put on some got damn pants, babe!))

What about Halloween? When we spent the day together, and just kind of made people generally uncomfortable from my wounds and your eye

I also specifically remember it was in November that I showed you ERRA, and you only like Drift. I guess I had to introduce you to a band in return for sharing Ghost with me, which became yet another foundation upon which we’ve built a perfect, healthy relationship.

I know for sure that I’ll never forget the first few times we cooked at your house, the very first time, we had avocado wraps. And how you probably still don’t believe it, but I do legitimately love the food we make together

December was a little uneventful, I was kinda-sorta out of a car, but we survived it. Like we always do, because despite the interference of my family we got through it all. We did play Infamous in December though, which I loved enough to want to cosplay good karma, and hey, that’s like, what, fifteen days away?

Something that happened in January was one of my favorite memories because y’know, all we do is lie around and just kinda be close, but I was so unsure about something and took a chance with a kiss on the cheek. Your reaction is something I’ll never ever forget. That made me so genuinely happy to see the way you reacted the first time I did that.

I also loved your birthday, which I still have plans for that I couldn’t accomplish at the time, and still need a bit of prep, but we went to Lancaster for the first time together, did the usual Rabbit and Dragonfly-Issei combo that we’re so fond of. Sorry again that it was so cold, and I promise we’ll do your birthday plans I had soon enough

I realized something today, something that I never thought about until now. I’m dating my best friend. Were we friends before this? Yeah I’d say that. But never really enough that we’d do things on our own outside of a group. This relationship, what we have together is so incredibly important to me. I can joke around with you, and we can listen to music, play games, watch movies, and just generally do menial arbitrary things together, and I enjoy it. This is going to sound weird but I’ve never enjoyed doing dishes more than I have when we were just kind of performing this domestic chore together. But it was made all worth it, just being able to stand next to you while we were cleaning cookware.

I will never find the words for a direct phrase, but I’ve found the feeling I need to tell you how I feel. And in a way, I’ve been saying it over the last half of a year. I love you more than anyone or anything. Happy six months, and I hope only for even more. You are everything to me, and I deeply and truly love every single thing about you with my whole heart.  Tu eres mi cielo, y te amo con todo de mi corazon <3

#well that was GAY #because hey #I am gay #also very much in love with you #I'm sorry for posting this on tumblr #I mean kind of #Not really because we did this a few times back in the beginning #But still #Anyway #Hi hello #You're the most important person in my life #my gay

[allyinthekeyofx]

Small Considerations Between Partners - 1

Small considerations between partners AllyinthekeyofX

Summary:

A series of vignettes that feature moments of friendship and love between our two favourite agents. One for each season and also both movies with some being more along mature lines. All will be canon compliant, a couple will be post episode. Chapter 1: Chocolate drops do not constitute medicine - Season one

I can feel Mulder watching me from across the room.

I hate it when he watches me like this; it makes me feel uncomfortable to know he is filling his working hours scrutinising me instead of concentrating on the job in hand and God knows he must surely be aware that they are just looking for a reason to shut us down. Working but not working isn’t exactly going to further his cause should we be called to question as to why the reports requested by Skinner and which litter his chaotic workspace are being largely ignored by him right now.

But today I’m aware that really, I only have myself to blame because when I woke up this morning with a pounding headache, limbs that alternated between a dragging heaviness and a nauseating ache that settled right in the marrow of my bones and a throat that felt like someone had miniaturised themselves to an extent that they were able to climb in there at some point during the night and do a sandblasting job with powdered glass, I probably should have just admitted defeat and called in sick.

I didn’t of course because being sick constitutes being weak and Dana Scully does not show weakness. No Siree. So I just self-medicated; hoping for the best as I forced myself in to the shower where I stood limply, hoping the heat of the water would in some small way chase away the chills that were racing up and down my back at fairly regular intervals.

I kind of knew this was coming – a rare day out this past weekend in the sole company of my small Godson had seemed like a precious gift at the time – but as the day wore on the gift became less enjoyable as his six year old self escalated in crankiness at roughly the same rate as his temperature had risen and by the time Ellen arrived to pick him up, Trent was clinging to me like a four-limbed limpet; heat radiating off him as he coated my shoulder in a not inconsiderable layer of snot and drool and I was already steeling myself for the inevitable.

Because I’ve noticed during the course of the months I have been working alongside Mulder that I seem to pick up every bug going. Maybe it’s the fact that we spend relatively long periods just with each other that makes me an easy target when I finally venture out in to the germ ridden world above or it’s simply that I don’t take such meticulous care of myself as I did in my pre-Mulder existence; that having him as a partner pretty much negates adequate sleep and regular wholesome meals.

Annoyingly though, Mulder seems to positively thrive on the disjointed lifestyle that working on the X-Files demands; able to function at the top of his game on scant rest and a diet of greasy take-out food.

Because he is never sick.

Ever.

You would be forgiven for thinking that, as is often the case with irritatingly healthy individuals, that he has no patience with illness in others and certainly my Father had enjoyed years of rude good health before the coronary unexpectedly and cruelly took him from us just a few short months ago; and back when we were kids only impending death or a temperature close to combustible levels were sufficient for us to be tucked in to bed and fed chicken soup. If neither applied we were just expected to suck it up.

But Mulder? Mulder is different. Maybe it’s due to his fine New England upbringing or maybe it’s simply due to the fact that he hasn’t had anyone to be concerned about for a very long time but I have noticed, even from right at the very beginning when he clearly didn’t trust me and resented my reasons for me being thrust in to his domain, that he has always been extremely sensitive regarding my continued wellbeing.

In fact, “Are you okay Scully?” has been levelled at me so many times that I now find myself always automatically assuring him that I’m fine even when I’m not and it’s not that I want to hurt his feelings, nor that I am immune to his concern, but frankly I am a grown woman and more than capable of taking care of myself.

Well, except on days like today of course where a wholly misplaced pride prevented me from listening to the little voice inside my head that told me the smart thing to do would be to simply turn up the heat in my apartment to tropical and crawl back to bed where I could quietly wallow in a pit of misery until such time as my body deigned fit to fight off the virus that had invaded it courtesy of Trent.

But I hadn’t. I had instead dragged myself to work and tried to hide from my partner that in reality, I felt pretty much like death warmed over and I should have known better than to try to fool a man who can strip me inside out with a single glance. Hiding things from Mulder is like trying to knit with the wind – a lot of effort with nothing to show for it at the end. And right now as I feel his eyes boring in to me, I know that he is building himself up in order to address his concerns.

His words though, when they finally come, are as far away from what I was expecting as they could possibly be.

“Chocolate drops Scully.”

I jerk my head up and wonder suddenly if my slight fever is actually worse than I had thought and is in fact, giving way to auditory hallucinations.

I glance across at where he is lounging back in his chair, relieved in part to find he is looking straight at me.

“Chocolate drops Mulder?”

“Yep. Best medicine there is for sore throats.”

“Mulder I haven’t got a sore….”

He holds his hand up and like Pavlov’s dog I immediately stop, recognising the futility of denial where this man is concerned.

“Scully I know you’re sick. From the minute you walked in this morning it was obvious; you look like hell and every time you swallow you pull this face…”

He grimaces and closes his eyes briefly in a pretty accurate representation of a baby sucking on a lemon then grins apologetically at me. Clearly my attempts to appear normal have been less than successful but I decide to let it go in order to address the bigger issue.

“Chocolate drops do not in any way constitute medicine Mulder.” I assert with all the dignity I can muster.

He shrugs, still grinning.

“Suit yourself Doctor Scully but it’s the truth. My Mom used to give us chocolate when we had sore throats. Forms a coating or some such thing and I’m no medical doctor but….whatever it did it worked.”

I immediately bristle on the slightly teasing inflection given to his use of the word Doctor, because despite the way he is looking at me, eyes soft with concern, a slight frown worrying his brow, I am in no mood to play games with him.

“Placebo effect Mulder” I snap

He nods sagely

“If you say so.”

“And besides” I continue. “I’m fine. It’s just a cold and even if it were more serious I have a whole host of tried and tested remedies sitting in my bathroom cabinet to fall back on. Chocolate drops I might add are not amongst them.”

I probably shouldn’t have told him I was fine because for Mulder, me denying what he has already convinced himself of just makes him more determined to be proven right; whether it be seeking validation regarding the existence of life on other worlds, weird paranormal mumbo-jumbo or missing time phenomena, Mulder believes what he believes and he rigidly stands by those beliefs; directing the same unwavering certainty when making assertions as to my state of health and while on some level I admire him for it, today I just find it invasive and mildly annoying.

I’m unsurprised though when he pushes himself to his feet in one graceful fluid movement and crosses the small space that separates us, standing before me and rendering me immediately at a strategic disadvantage by his looming presence over me. I probably should feel slightly unnerved by his close proximity, not least because my eyes are now at roughly the same level as his crotch, and try as I might I can’t seem to make myself avert my gaze. Thankfully though, Mulder drops down to rest on his haunches and places his palm gently against my forehead and his touch is so deliciously cool that I make no attempt to pull away from him.

“Christ Scully you’re burning up. You should be at home in bed.”

My shoulders slump slightly because deep down I know he’s right but at the same time I’m annoyed that he feels such a need to state the obvious all the time.

“It’s not that bad Mulder.”

Maybe he hears the slight warning tone in my voice that he needs to back off right now, because he removes his hand and checks his watch.

“Look, it’s almost four-thirty. I’ve got a couple of errands to run first but why don’t you stay here and finish up and then I’ll run you home? Is your car here?”

I shake my head, less annoyed than I was a few seconds ago because it seems that, today at least he is prepared to offer a compromise.

“No I didn’t feel like driving so I caught a cab.”

“Okay then good. I’ll be forty-five minutes; maybe an hour and then we’ll call it a day, and Scully? Try not to die on me while I’m gone; the paperwork would be a bitch.” Despite myself I can’t help a smile that tugs at my lips and he nods, clearly satisfied as he grabs his coat and exits the office.

XXXXXXXXXXX

As good as his word Mulder drove me home and despite myself I was grateful that I was with him and not some faceless stranger in an unfamiliar vehicle as he negotiated his way through rush hour traffic, glancing across at me every now and again but not passing further comment as to my state of health; he merely cranked up the heat in the car and found a radio station that helped to create an atmosphere of such relaxation that I was asleep within minutes.

I have hazy recollections of him waking me up with a light touch to my face as he smoothed a few errant strands of hair from where it had stuck to the corner of my mouth and I was pleasantly surprised when, seeing me start to shiver once I was out of the warm cocoon he had created in the car, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him, sharing his warmth with me against the frigid winter air as he walked me to my apartment.

He had, with an impish smile that made him look like a little boy, offered his help to get me undressed and in to bed but I had refused, shaking my head as I brushed off his playful banter lightly, even as a small part of me wondered what would happen if I decided to accept his offer. I suspect though he would have turned tail and exited as fast as his long legs could carry him. Mulder I have discovered seems to be all talk.

As it was though, he waited until he was sure I was all tucked up in my warmest flannel pyjamas and fluffy robe, staying in the apartment on the pretext of needing a coffee before he drove home; I didn’t hear him leave though because I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow and I think I may have been dreaming when I felt the heat of his lips press gently and briefly to the centre of my forehead, imagining the sound of his voice murmuring above me.

“Sweet dreams Scully.”

When I awoke hours later there was a glass of water and a couple of pills on my bedside table along with a small, beautifully wrapped square box. It was about the size of a baseball I guess and I couldn’t imagine what he might have bought for me; or why for that matter.

But now, as I hold the opened package in my hands I can’t help but smile at both the contents and the message of the small tag that I carefully removed from its ribbon tie.

‘One to be taken as required’

And as I feel the rich dark chocolate melting on my tongue and coating my throat with smooth mellow sweetness I decide he might actually be right about this whole medicinal chocolate thing.

Maybe I will call him later and tell him so.

Maybe.

End

[justanartsysideblog]

The Tezpadam

*flings more space lesbian au into the void* Lela belongs to @feynites.

---

The ship her grandmother gives them for the project is…big. 

The Tezpadam—Deepstalker in common—is a fully functional colonization cruiser, with a pure lyrium drive core fresh out of Orzammar. How her grandmother managed to get that much pure lyrium when the Thedosian dwarves have a trade ban on all lyrium exports she’ll never know, but she isn’t going to question it.

It’s always safest not to question the illegal things her grandmother does.

The point of the matter is that the Tezpadam is gorgeous, and Maibrit’s more than a little in love with her. The only thing bigger than the cruisers are the old transport freighters that cart lyrium and supplies between the Carta controlled planets, and those have to be fully manned and constantly fine-tuned to keep the lyrium supply from interfering with the ship’s drive core.

But the Tezpadam…the Tezpadam is fully functional even with a skeleton crew. And while Maibrit’s crew isn’t going to be skimping around that line, it isn’t going to be fully manned either.

There are, unfortunately, not as many qualified lesbians in this line of work as Maibrit would have liked, and even less that aren’t in her grandmother’s pocket.

She knows fully well that at least two of the crew members she hired have been tasked with reporting back any pertinent information to her grandmother that Maibrit might leave out of her update logs. But if Maibrit refused to hire anyone on her grandmother’s payroll, the Old Nug would have forced her way in somehow.

But if Maibrit knows who’s working for her, she can filter out what information gets leaked to them. There’s also the chance that she can convince them to just embrace the lesbian utopia that will be L-7 and stop giving in to her grandmother’s demands.

It’s a long shot, but Maibrit likes lengthy projects.

“…wow..” Lela whispers, staring through the window at where the Tezpadam is docked. Her eyes trail over the dark blue dwarven runes painted along its surface, and shakes her head. “It’s gigantic.”

Maibrit agrees with a nod. “She’s got a dual lyrium drive core, the most efficient system we have. And the drive chamber’s made of a vanadium steel and tungsten alloy. No worries about lyrium leakage, no having to get up in the middle of the night to check the thermoregulators and run diagnostic tests on faulty equipment. I bet the gravity conduction system purrs like a kitten.” She sighs. “…you know, I might miss living in constant fear of being jettisoned out into space…”

“I won’t,” Lela replies swiftly.

Maibrit snickers, before she turns to look up at Lela, and takes a moment to just appreciate the slant of her nose. It’s a nice nose. Attached to an equally nice face. Goodness, her girlfriend is really, really beautiful. “Hey, we’ll be stuck on this station for about three more weeks before all of the crew arrives, and my grandmother has given me a really nice chunk of credit to use for ‘miscellaneous needs’. I’m pretty sure that means ‘buy all the things you think you’ll need on a barren wasteland including those cherry danishes you love so much and some new lingerie for your super hot girlfriend’.”

Lela lets out a small laugh, “I don’t think that’s what it was meant for.”

“All expenses pertaining to the actual colonization project are covered by Carta Corps. But this?” She holds up her wrist band. “This is for fun. Come on, we’re going to be on a hostile planet with no reliable supply drops for at least a year. We need to stock up on all the things we’ll miss.”

Lela doesn’t take too much convincing, after that.

---

They take a lunch break halfway through their shopping spree to recharge.

Lela gets something that the restaurant claims is authentic Seheron fair, but Maibrit’s pretty sure that whoever made the dish has never been to Seheron, or even Thedas in general. The spices on the surface smell alright, but the face Lela makes tells all.

“That bad?” Maibrit pushes over her own plate. The dwarven food is usually a safe bet on all Carta run stations, so Maibrit tends to go with it.

“It takes like someone looked at a Fog Warrior and thought this was what they tasted like.”

“That’s practically cannibalism,” Maibrit quips, “Better share mine. We’ll grab some more snacks before we head back to the ship, in case we get hungry later.”

She glances over her datapad, and the new message that leaps up with a ‘ping’ as Lela begins digging in, looking much happier with the taste. Maibrit grins as she scans the message, “Oh good, the final crew member’s been confirmed. She’ll be here on the day before we head out. She’s got a bit of a way to travel, but we won’t have to change our scheduled departure.”

“Do you know everyone you hired?” Lela asks curiously.

“Not personally.” Maibrit shakes her head. “Most of them just be reputation, but I went to school with a few. When we get back to the Tezpadam, I’m going to meet with the assembled crew members and get some introductions out of the way.”

Lela nods, taking another bite.

“Do you want to see what the colony is going to look like?” Maibrit asks, pulling up a few files and holding the datapad out. “This is the basic design of the main base and outlying buildings. The area we’ll be settled in is a valley between these two mountains here. There’s a pretty elaborate cave system all throughout the mountainside, which is where we’ll be introducing the artificial titan.”

The initial scans had shown the air has the potential to be breathable, which Maibrit is thankful for. They’ll need to do some terraforming to be able to go out without proper equipment, but there’s a base amount of oxygen in the air that their rebreathers can pull out naturally.

“Are we going to have room for everything we need?” Lela asks, leaning over to look at the blueprints. “The buildings look bigger than the ship.”

“Only a little bigger, with the outlying attachments,” Maibrit agrees. “We’re not carrying the building materials on the Tezpadam. There were two major equipment drops already, so when we arrive at the drop site we’ll just have to crack them open and get building.”

She hopes that the containers are still at the drop site when they get there. Sometimes there are complications, and while the planet had been observed there hasn’t been any indepth exploration, and no cataloging of the indigenous flora and fauna.

...At least the planet isn’t known for acid rainfall, like L3. The filtration systems for that base were a mess.

“Alright, let’s finish up here, throw out that sad attempt at biological warfare,” Maibrit jabs her fork in the direction of the supposed Seheron special, “And then after we meet the crew I think you and I should break in that giant bed in the captain’s quarters.”

Lela hums, “What if I short circuit something?”

Maibrit laughs, “Oh Sparkplug, what do you think half those tools I bought at the last store are for?”

---

Maibrit sends Lela back ahead of her, once they’re all finished, only because as she looks out the windows of the docking bay terminal, she sees a flurry of movement near the storage loading dock attached to the Tezpadam.

She figures it’s probably just someone being a little rough with some of the cargo containers—most of the supplies can handle a few bumps—but the last thing she needs is someone upsetting some delicate equipment that leads to an electrical fire halfway through transit.

“What are you idiots doing? That container holds delicate equipment! You aren’t qualified to go shoving my child into the cargo hold like a crate of spare parts!”

Uh-oh.

Maibrit looks to the storage bunker, where the loading dock crew have been moving items into the cargo hold: spare pieces of equipment, extra food stock, and their secondary water supply, among other things.

And also…also their artificial titan, which is the current point of contention, it seems.

The artificial titan’s handler stands in front of a monstrous black container covered in warning labels, glowering at the three dock managers.

Vehul Av’ahn, one of the leading members of the Artificial Titan Project, was in charge of crafting this specific artificial titan with Dagna, an old friend of Maibrit’s. The process of crafting the things was a well-kept secret, but it’s known that it takes both dwarves and highly skilled mages working in tandem to do it. Dagna herself was staying on L-1 to continue working on new prototypes, but Vehul had volunteered to come personally help with introducing the titan to the foreign material and monitoring how well it takes.

Maibrit’s heard the rumor of course, that Vehul had snuck into an abandoned thaig back on Thedas and came out half-mad and saying she could hear the stones sing. Maibrit isn’t entirely certain she believes it, but she does believe Vehul’s probably a little crazy.

The elf woman in question looks like she’s ready to start a firefight in the middle of the loading bay, so Maibrit picks up her pace, “What seems to be the problem?”

Vehul turns, mismatched eyes narrowed behind her eye vizor, before she recognizes Maibrit and throws her arms up, “Finally! Someone competent! Serah Cadash, I’d like to say everything is wrong, but that in and of itself is a gross understatement.”

Maibrit had almost forgotten how much of a hyperbolic drama queen Vehul was.

She waits for Vehul to continue, and continue she does, holding up her fingers and ticking off points, occasionally swiveling her head to glare at the dock managers. “First of all, my child needs to be placed very specifically inside of the hold, so as not to be disturbed while he rests. He is very delicate, and the equilibrium needed to maintain an artificial titan between the final stages of crafting and introduction to a foreign material is precarious! These fools not only wanted to throw it in an unsecured corner but they wanted to first scan it to check for dangerous chemical compounds!”

“It’s company policy, serah, we can’t—”

“Do you know what would happen if some errant electrical wavelength triggered him? Do you want to know what happens when an artificial titan activates?”

Maibrit pauses, hand going up to her eyepatch. She’d nearly tried to look through the container walls with her ruby, just out of curiosity, but stops herself, activating the warding enchantments on the eyepatch to make certain the ruby doesn’t activate itself. It has a habit, sometimes, of doing that.

Vehul doesn’t seem to notice, as she continues her lecture, “He’s going to latch onto the first foreign material he comes in contact with…and he’s going to fuse with it and integrate it into his system. And that foreign material will be this entire damn station. And do you know what happens when he hits foreign lyrium? Or gods forbid he rejects this new foreign material he’s latched onto and we get our own dramatic reenactment of the meltdown on L-2. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.”

The dock managers look hurriedly from Vehul to Maibrit.

Maibrit sighs. “I’m in charge of this project. You can contact my grandmother, the CEO and owner of Carta Corps if you’d like, but I’m certain she’ll give us clearance. Please handle that package with care, and follow Serah Av’ahn’s instructions.”

“O-of course, Serah Cadash.” The dock managers nod, and Vehul snorts, before turning on them again, “Well then, the first thing you’ll need to do is remove all of the material on the left side of the cargo bay so I can secure him in first—”

Maibrit leaves before she can get drawn into the argument even more with a shake of her head.

She really hopes that the rest of the crew isn’t going to make things quite so complicated.

She can already feel a headache forming.

---

#space lesbian au #space lesbians #maibrit cadash #lela #vehul av'ahn #oh look it's vehul! #I've been super excited to write her #she'll be appearing in janiculum soon #she's a follower of ghilan'nain that helps with creating new creatures and bodies for spirits #anyway fey I really don't have any concrete plot points except maybe running into some hostile wildlife #so no worries about messing with anything if you write more #also the only other crew members guaranteed are sylmae and thief's dwarf carina #others I'm sure will find their way in

[xinheartswakeex]

cool blog :) 5 questions: 1. top 5 favorite bands? 2. how old are you? 3. best memory? 4. are you in a relationship? 5. #1 on your bucket list?

Thanks. I haven’t gotten around to answering these questions because I gave myself a few days to think about what my best or favourite memory was. I shall answer them right now.

1. Top 5 favourite bands (there’s so many):a) In Hearts Wakeb) Dream On Dreamerc) In Fear & Faithd) The Amity Afflictione) Mayday Parade

But I feel like Fit For A King, Capsize & Erra are climbing their ways up to the top. 🙊

2. How old am I?• I’m 24.

3. Best Memory? • Well I have lots. It could be my childhood from Montréal and concerts but the one that sticks out the most, is:~ My best memory was when I went to Bangladesh for the first time and went to visit my cousins. We met them for the first time and we thought we wouldn’t get along. After speaking to her within 5 mins, we became best of friends. We talked for hours and we understood each other really well. We would drive our moms crazy because we wouldn’t stop talking. I feel like Anisha was the sister I never had. I’ll always love her so much. She absolutely deserves the world. ❤ We went to the massive mall the next day & did sisterly things (shopping, getting our nails done, etc.) That vacation was so needed for both of us. It was like a getaway from everyone and everything. It was perfect for me to meet new inspiring people and learn more about myself as the days went on. We were there for each other when we were struggling and & it just really helped us all. I started realizing my past mistakes and started feeling like myself again. She started realizing her mistakes and started finding herself again. It was really needed. ♡But I think the best part was not only meeting Anisha but seeing what the country/culture was really like. It’s a whole new different world out there. The poor people work for the rich people to save up so they can support and see their family, ONCE A YEAR!! They make money by cycling people around and go home super late, barely eat anything, sleep a few hours & then heads back the next day.. doing the same fucking thing over & over again. But the rich families treat the poor people and maids like shit. They always assume they’re the best but they’re so rude and disrespectful. They have no care in the world. The poorest people are the happiest because even though they don’t have a place to live/sleep nor something to eat, they will try to make you their first priority. They’re one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Even though they don’t have money to eat, if they have food in their hand, THEY WILL TRY TO SHARE THEIR FOOD WITH OTHERS. Like what?? And so many more. I should just make a video on this or something and actually explain it further. Oh & almost everyone has maids. It was weird how they have the poor kids and people looking after them. THE MAIDS ARE KIDS. They start from the AGE 8 TO 16. It’s a different world out there. I feel so bad and I wanna change that but idk how. :/

Anisha isn’t that rich but they’re average & they have a maid in the house. Almost everyone does in their homes. The maid that works for them, is my age. Gah I get so emotional because she only gets to see her family once a year & she stays unhappy cause she has to look over at other people’s lives. She hasn’t had time for herself nor even dated anyone. She’s never been outside of that town besides her own town. She’s never allowed to go to parties and gatherings because she needs to cook and clean for the family. It’s sad. I felt very bad so whenever Anisha & I would go out, I’d always buy something for her. I remember when I gave her a gift (I gifted her a bracelet), she cried in happy tears. Anisha told me that she’s never seen a smile on her face until that moment, & that made me cry. We need to change the system and the perspectives of how people view one another. I wish I could change the world but I don’t even know how to. :/ She doesn’t deserve that & they deserve to be happy. 😭 Anyways, one day I asked her to come to a roof top party with all of our cousins but she denied and said she couldn’t leave and had to cook. She was afraid and didn’t know what to do. Poor girl had social anxiety and grr, it fucking sucks. It angers me so much whenever I see that people are treating the poor kids so poorly. She can’t leave because it’s some kind of agreement/rules. It’s complicated. :s We had to leave so we left her behind & once I met up with my other cousins, we quickly went shopping and bought the maid a whole new wardrobe with accessories, makeup, shoes & all that.. then went back home & surprised her. Her reaction was priceless and it seriously made her day/year. I felt so great that day. She cried & I got emotional too. It was probably the best memory I ever had with them. I’ll never forget it. I still try to send them gifts because I love giving more than recieving. That’s just who I am. 😌 I miss them so much. I wish I had the money to travel back and help the poorer kids & see my cousins again. I love them so much. I may not have everything here nut I know for a fact, I can’t live without them. They mean the world to me and I’m so grateful I got to meet them & see my other cousins again. It was such a good month. It was very needed & this past year has been absolutely wonderful for me. I finally feel like a newer version of myself and it’s great. I used to be so close minded but this trip really opened my eyes and I learned patience and acceptance. I’ve learned so much about myself and I’m still learning. I hope that answers you question.

4. Am I in a Relationship?• Not really.. it’s complicated.

5. #1 Bucket List:• I’ve always wanted to go to a metal concert in Europe- perferably Germany. I wanna see how that’s like. 😍

(If I made a typo, my bad.)

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Fate

Characters: Ienzo and Terra

            Fate has a funny way of never having the right idea in mind for you.

            Ienzo loved the rain. The soft sound of drops on the window, on the concrete, the smell of fresh rainwater invading his senses. Growing up devoid of any sense of touch, his other senses were especially sharp, and something about the rain was always relaxing to him. He would have been happy to listen to the rain for hours in the safety of his dry bedroom. Unfortunately, fate had other ideas in mind for the young man, and no sooner had he left his study group than he found himself caught in one of the rapid-onset storms that plagued their campus. While he couldn’t actually feel the cold seeping into his skin, he knew there was still a risk of illness if his body felt it was being attacked. He let out a relieved breath as he approach his room, hand digging into his book bag for the key he left in one of the pockets.

            Apparently, fate was continuing to have other ideas in mind for him.

            He tugged fruitlessly on the handle of his door. Locked. Ienzo groaned quietly, fingers burrowing into the bag over his shoulder as he searched for his key a third time. No dice. Huffing a sigh, he pulled out his phone and called Roxas, but after four rings, he was deposited into the blond’s voicemail. He hung up, turning to rest his back against the door and contemplate his options.

            It was far too late to go to the main office of the dorm and get a spare; they closed at 8:00, and it was fast approaching midnight. Aside from Roxas, Ienzo had very few friends, none of them in this particular dorm, and most of them were asleep, like normal people, he supposed. The solution smacked him across the face, making Ienzo roll his eyes at his own slow processing. Where else would Roxas be at this time of night?

            Ventus and Terra’s dorm room was up another floor, and Ienzo hefted his school back higher on his shoulder as he walked up the stairs. The room was quiet as he approached it, and he hesitated, holding his hand up just inches away from the door. Not that Roxas and Ventus were necessarily loud, but for there to be such stark silence on the other side, he was thinking twice about whether or not the twins were there. But he’d already come this far, and, with his decision made, Ienzo brought his knuckles to the wood, knocking twice before standing there and waiting, dripping onto the carpet. He glanced up through his lashes as he heard the familiar click of a lock and the doorknob turning.

            Shit.

            It wasn’t Roxas, as he’d hoped. It was even Ventus, as he’d secondarily hoped. No, of course it was Terra pulling open the door, handsome face framed by dark locks, momentarily banishing thoughts of fate and his dilemma from Ienzo’s mind. Confusion quickly faded from Terra’s expression, replaced by a look of surprise. “Ienzo,” he said, perplexed. “Everything okay?” He opened the door wider, stepping aside to admit the medical student into the room. “You’re soaked. Let me grab you a towel.”

            Trying pointlessly to avoid dripping all over their floor, Ienzo folded his arms over his torso. Terra walked toward his bed, grabbed a towel that was easily twice the size of the smaller male and came back over quickly, wrapping it around Ienzo’s shoulders. He felt the familiar pressure as the weight of the heavy towel settled on him, but he stepped back from Terra’s touch, instinct causing him to avoid letting anyone touch him. Too many years of not being able to feel the sensation of someone’s fingers against his skin left Ienzo aching and lonely, and as much as he wanted to be closer to Terra, he couldn’t handle the disappointment.

            If the brunet noticed the movement, he showed no signs of it, concern lighting the blue of his eyes as he frowned. “Guess you got caught in the storm?” he asked, gesturing to his bed for Ienzo to sit.

            He eyed the dry comforter, shifting a bit so the towel rested between himself and the bed as he sat down and nodded. “I was at a study group. It started pouring as soon as I left. On the other side of campus. I had to walk back, and when I got back to my room, the door was locked. I must have left my key on my desk, so I couldn’t get it. I thought Roxas might be here. I’m... I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

            Rambling. It was a nervous habit of his. Terra smiled in understanding but shook his head. “He was here earlier, but he and Ven disappeared a couple hours ago,” he explained. “You’re welcome to stay here until they get back. It’s better than waiting outside your room by yourself.”

            Another glance at the clock made Ienzo hesitate once more. “It’s... it’s late...,” he murmured. “I don’t mind waiting outside my room. I don’t want to keep you up any later.” He yawned, only just realizing how tired he was now that he was sitting down.

            The smile on Terra’s face never faltered, and he shook his head again. “I’m usually up late. Don’t worry about it. Besides, I’d end up getting worried and having to go check on you. At least if you’re here, I’ll know you’re safe.”

            The concern surprised him; Ienzo wasn’t used to people actually caring about his safety. It was almost disconcerting, and he squirmed a bit under the intensity of Terra’s gaze. “Thank you,” he finally managed to get out in a soft whisper, averting his eyes. Glancing around the room, Ienzo tried to come up with a topic of conversation. Sketches lined the wall near Terra’s bed, and he found himself entranced by them. “Did you draw all of these?”

            Terra continued to watch Ienzo for another moment before tearing his own gaze away, pride in his smile as he took in the drawings. “I did,” he replied. “These are just some of the ones I’m most proud of.”

            Standing, Ienzo walked around the side of the bed, studying each piece closer. “They’re beautiful. I take it charcoal is your preferred method?” Each sketch was done in the medium: grey scale, with no color bleeding through the page.

            There was almost hesitance in Terra’s voice when he spoke. “I... can’t see color,” he admitted. “Never could. Charcoal was always easiest for me because I don’t have to worry about using the wrong color for something. It was a real problem when I was a kid. Teachers used to yell at me for panting trees with orange leaves or for making the ocean pink. I just... never knew what color I was using. It just got to the point where it was easier to use charcoal. I can tell when there’s different intensities to the colors; I just can’t see the actual color.”

            It was Ienzo’s turn to be surprised, and he glanced at Terra with wide eyes. “You can’t see color?” he asked. “Imagine that, an art student who can’t see color. Regardless, your sketches are amazing. You’re very talented.” Ienzo wasn’t the creative type, but he held a heavy respect for art in any form.

            A blush danced across Terra’s tanned skin, making him, if possible, even more attractive. “I’m alright, I guess. I’d like to use color one day.” Those blue eyes lit on Ienzo once more, scrutinizing the smaller male with an emotion Ienzo couldn’t identify. Despite not being able to feel the heat penetrating his skin, he knew he must have been blushing as well.

            He sat on the edge of the bed, keeping distance between himself and Terra, another yawn working its way out. “I’m sorry,” Ienzo said through the yawn. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.” He started to remove the towel and hand it back. “I think I’ll just go wait for Roxas outside our room.”

            “You can rest here for now,” Terra admonished gently. “I definitely wouldn’t be okay with you falling asleep on the floor. Who knows what could happen?”

            Ienzo shook his head slowly, exhaustion weighing him down. “I couldn’t do that to you. I already feel badly for showing up so unexpectedly, and so late at night, too.” He yawned again, and once more tried to offer the towel to Terra, but the brunet refused.

            “Absolutely not,” he said firmly. He stood up, tugging the covers back from one side of the bed. “Seriously, lay down. It’s okay. I’m going to be up sketching half the night anyway. When Ven and Roxas get back, we’ll wake you up.”

            Ienzo wanted to argue, but sleep was quickly invading his brain, clouding any arguments he might have made. Laying the towel across the fitted sheet, lest he get them wet while he slept, he nodded. “Thank you.” Ienzo curled up on the towel, and, just before drifting off, he saw Terra raise the blanket and tuck it around him. A smile crept onto his face as his eyes shut, and within seconds, he was out cold.

            “Just let him sleep. He was exhausted when he got here. He said he got caught in that random storm just as it started.”

            “Yeah but he’s got class tomorrow. He’s gotta get his stuff for it.”

            “What time is his class at? I’ll wake him up early enough for him to get back to the room. Just don’t lock him out.”

            “I don’t know, I’m not his keeper.”

            Half-asleep, Ienzo could just barely make out the voices around him, hushed whispers making it hard for him to hear. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and blinking blearily. Identical blonds stared at him with Terra hovering nearby, consternation written across his expression. “Noon,” he murmured. “My first class is at noon.” Yawning, Ienzo stretched a bit. “I’m okay, I can get up.” The nearby clock on Terra’s bedside showed a blinking, red 3:07 AM. “You guys are getting in late.”

            Roxas smiled cheekily, but Ven at least had the decency to blush. “We didn’t realize how late it was getting. Didn’t mean to wake you up. Sorry.”

            Ienzo waved a dismissive hand, clambering out of the bed and taking a shaky step toward the trio. “It’s fine. I left my key in the room and couldn’t get in. I came here because I thought you’d be here.”

            Ven smiled a bit. “We didn’t want to bother Terra, so we went out.”

            For once, Ienzo willingly allowed contact with another person, resting his head sleepily on Roxas’s shoulder. “’M tired.”

            Roxas responded, patting the top of Ienzo’s head. “Let’s get you back and into bed.”

            The foursome said their goodnights, and Roxas led Ienzo back to their room, unlocking the door and flicking on the light. Ienzo ruffled through his door for a pair of shorts, changing out of his damp clothes for a clean, and dry, set. “Terra’s really nice,” he said quietly.

            “He likes you, y’know,” Roxas replied, changing into pajamas himself. The words shot alertness through Ienzo, and he glanced over at the blond with wide eyes, making him laugh. “You didn’t notice?”

            Ienzo shook his head, scoffing. “I think you’re seeing things that aren’t there. I’ve only met him twice.” Still, the idea of Terra, of all people, being even slightly interested in him made him smile. “Or is Ventus in on this with you?”

            “Ven’s the one who pointed it out to me actually. Said Terra asks about you a lot.” Roxas turned off the light as he spoke, throwing himself onto his bed.

            Rolling his eyes, Ienzo plugged in his phone and set an alarm for early the next morning, climbing into his own bed in a manner much more befitting an adult than Roxas’s. “I think you’re both crazy.” But as he curled up under his blankets, Ienzo couldn’t help but to drift off with a smile. Maybe getting locked out of his room hadn’t been such a bad thing after all. Fate, it seemed, had some plans in store for Terra and him.

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