#embervahl

[artificialautonomy]

Remind me what belongs in a memory

in love with a machine x kidney thieves

“ Face down again, the world spinning around I want to touch you But I don’t remember how “

crush x goo monday

“Can you see me? Can’t be a ghost forever Slow piecing, broken energy”

expectations x huntar

“Crawl, scrape your knees until you’ve won. No one ever heard you, then you talked Such a simple sound, but I can drown you out.”

villain x the repose

“My mind is polluted My thoughts convoluted I don’t feel the pain, but I feel what I gave to you”

start a war x klergy

“ So you wanna start a war in the age of icons So you wanna be immortal with a loaded gun “

if i had a gun x koda

“In the worst storm in heaven In the warmth of your heart If I had a gun I would tear you down”

#akn: prompt #the title in a link to the spotify #i spent way too long on this #for it to look ugly #one day ill be good at edits. not today #numerous color combos: hey! #me: wat abt blue & red #i amaze myself #embervahl

[syxjaewon]

for the first time since he's boarded the ship, valen seeks out the captain deliberately. "you and the doctor are close, yes?" there's an immediate frown to his lips as he slips into the room. the door quietly locks behind him. “then your selfishness truly knows no bounds,” he spits. the amber glow of the other's eyes is a mockery. no godkiller should have such liquid gold for sight. “the doctor is far more deserving of those eyes than you. hand them over." a beat. "or i will do it for you.”

(i’m blaming @docvelaw for this!!!!!!)

sal’s upper lip pulls back in a sneer as he hears valen’s footsteps echo closer and closer, the cadence a distinctive rhythm that sets his teeth on edge before valen even opens his mouth. when he does, sal just frowns at him for a long moment, wondering what the hell interactions he’s seen the captain and the medic have with each other that gave him the idea they were ever close. doc hates sal; everyone on this ship does, except violet and maybe leon (and that’s pending, he’s sure). “what the fuck are you saying to me right now?” 

does valen know he’s just locked himself inside the navigation room with a monster? does he know that salathiel’s blood burns hotter than the heart of a blue supergiant star, at ten thousand kelvin, blazing just beneath his skin like bomb always threatening to explode? does he know that salathiel’s father killed over a dozen surgeons to find the one who would be willing to make him these metallic gold irises, stitch them to his brain, wire them to his nervous system, affix them into the head of a toddler?

he stands up slowly, stepping around the table, one hand on the grip of his blaster that always sits at his thigh, the other wrapped around the hilt of the broad-bladed spiral dagger at his hip on the other side, his head tilting, his eyes glowing, his tone daring. “you think you can? let’s see you try.”

#embervahl #docvelaw #I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS WHAT YOU PLANNED #BUT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET #YOU MADE ME PROMISE TO ANSWER IC SOOOO

[frgmcnts]

cuntarra

#ask. #embervahl #the audacity

[docvelaw]

4, 7, 13, 14

crucial muse development questions

4. what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

he pauses for a little while as he considers the question. there is always the thought of whether or not he should be honest, whether or not he feels like the person asking him things deserves to know him or simply deserves to be told something pretty to feed their curiosity. but the force sensitive male whose first words to him were about gauging out the captain’s eyes to give them to him has somehow found a bit of a soft spot in the doc’s usually neutral demeanour, and so he decides that valen deserves some truth.

“aren’t all memories insignificant to everyone not involved in them?” he returns the question with one of his own after a moment, considering all of his memories nonetheless to pick out those that seem insignificant. then he heaves a little sigh. “i guess it’ll be boring and obvious, but i remember every time i helped a patient out in a certain way for the first time. even if it was something silly like taking blood or giving a shot.”

the smile spreads on his face slowly at those words, his expression turning a lot warmer with it as he considers these instances, these moments of learning something new and then applying that knowledge into practice successfully. it’s one of the best parts about the job he learned to do.

7. how does your character feel about sex?

"valen, if you’re asking because you’re interested in having sex with me, i’m afraid we haven’t known each other long enough for me to be open to that possibility. secondly, since i am quite literally blind, my aim is quite bad as well, so i don’t think this is something that would end well were we to engage in it,” he responds without directing his focus away from the standard tests he’s running on the other man while he’s taking blood.

“if you are, however, simply being curious about absolutely random things again then i can tell you that i generally feel about sex the way other people feel about coming to the medbay; unless someone explicitly asks me to engage in it, it is quite far from my mind and i wouldn’t want to find myself in the middle of it unless if there really was no other option.” he pauses for a moment. “you see, as i said, i can’t see, but i don’t need my eyes to know that everyone on this ship is too goodlooking to try and get involved with. there’s only heartbreak in that.”

13. what does your character pretend or try to care about?

“why would you ask me about something like that?” he says with a little laugh in his voice, even as he continues to leaf through the patient files trying to find the one for valen so he can add to it. “if it’s something i’m pretending to care about, do you really think you asking me about it is going to make me reveal it’s not true?” he eventually picks out the right one when the droid tells him he’s holding it in his hand and turns his body back in valen’s direction.

“though i can freely tell you that i try to care about the physical wellbeing of every person on this ship since that is my job, even if i personally couldn’t care less if some of them just disappeared from us forever.” he lifts his head to flash an amused grin valen’s way. “so i guess in a way you can say that some people’s health is what i pretend to care about.”

14. how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

"i wouldn’t know,” he says easily. “i try to project the image of a professional doctor trying his utter best to keep people alive with the bare minimum of supplies available to him. is that how i come across? i have a feeling many people seem to think i am rude and have little regard for their sensitivities. and the ones who don’t think that just keep me from doing my job by continuing to ask me the most random questions that have absolutely nothing to do with my job.” even though he can’t see, he makes sure to throw the most pointed look his patient’s way, to make sure valen is more than aware exactly which person he’s talking about right now.

#meme | discovery is but a small part of life #embervahl

[ofpomonas-blog]

[ cry ]

[ 𝒸𝓇𝓎 ] 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎:

She was in a dark corner, hidden in the deepness of the ship as the first few tears fell from her eyes. The family crest was heavy in her palm, the gold with the emeralds forming the symbol of her family. A sob leaves her when she closes her fingers around the little piece of jewelry and squeezes. Pom wanted to go home, it had been two days now that they were on board this unknown ship that the soldier had bought passage for. It was nothing like the ships she knew from her home planet, the people wandering the halls were also complete strangers to her. She was sniffing when she thought about her parents, her sister probably thinking she was dead, and that the princess had died. It was an awful feeling, one she would never wish on anyone.

Pom hadn’t heard the footsteps, her face buried in her knees, her long silky hair falling like a curtain around her as she continues to weep, damping the dark pair of pants that she had to steal before she came here. It wasn’t until the touch of his hands that she looked up — glassy dark eyes met silver and bright. She couldn’t read his face, but his hands were surprisingly gentle as they wipe away the tears from her eyes.

#𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 #𝒸:𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃 #same goes for you can be a starter eyo #embervahl

[bade-wavewar]

14, 16, 20

(14 answered here.)

16. How flexible are you? Can you touch your toes or do you have trouble just sitting down because of how stiff you are?

I wish I could touch my toes.

20. Describe you favorite environment. Urban or rural? Wild or controlled? What’s the climate like?

I guess my home planet would come closest. It was fairly rural, can’t say wild, but you could walk ten miles through desert and suddenly come upon a huge rainforest. it was warm most of the time, moderate climate, not too many extremes aside from extreme rainfalls, and most of the people are farmers, so there was only a small village nearby. It was quiet, I liked that. Few people, you knew everyone. Though, personally, when it comes to people, i would rather have lots of them. There is something uncomfortable about small villages where everyone knows everyone, while in bigger groups some people remain strangers. You might run into a friendly face any moment, speak to someone new, that you haven’t spoken with yet. Like… I have no clue who you are. 

#embervahl #headcanon

[awakenedrp]

_GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN_

@embervahl as ERIDANUS

@exeune as CANIS

#awakened ::: unfollow #:(((((

[artificialautonomy]

u single

“For the greater good, or something like that.” And there’s a whisper of a smile on his face that calls to a memory, referencing a forgotten time, reviving a dead persona that dared to carry such a dark sense of humor around. He wouldn’t think long on why it almost seems nostalgic, not until the ship was asleep, and he was alone with nothing but the idea of a memory.

“It would be unwise for me to pursue a romantic relationship. I would likely outlive them, and forgetting your partner on a day to day basis and without warning is generally frowned upon, or so I’m told.”

#embervahl #this is meant to be funny but ouch #ocuh ouch ouch #am i allowed to answer this LMAO #everything i touch is sad

[artificialautonomy]

smooches the bot - anon

Eon had been reading, focused on the third book in a series of hundreds of encyclopedias. Determined to analyze these ‘accurate’ events of galactic history. As told by the winner, always, and often edited by someone incredibly arrogant but well-meaning. He’s determined it’s nothing more than a nice short story with trails of truths. Currently more fascinated by the footnotes on distant planets he has yet to visit when he feels the barest brush of lips on his cheek, followed by warm wetness that he rubs off with the back of one gloved hand. Eon doesn’t even lift his head to look.

“Intimate contact in an isolated space like this could spread disease quickly. I would reflect on that before engaging in such activity again.” Followed by fingers swiping to the next page. “Please do not disturb me.”

#a; #embervahl #:3

[artificialautonomy]

3♥️, 10♥️, Q♠️

3♥️ - How would your muse react to a confession of love?

Eon has actually experienced love, though he doesn’t remember presently, and at the time probably couldn’t recognize it. The person he loved is also dead now, and Eon never really had the chance to say goodbye. In this case, his amnesia is doing him a huge favor because he doesn’t have to experience the grief. This was at a time when he developed the ability to understand and process emotion, though he does not feel it the same way a human might. This person was also aligned with the sith (eventually exiled to basically a death-sentence planet for working with the rebellion), and Eon was essentially just a vessel with someone else’s face. So it became a will they, won’t they situation with neither of them acting on their feelings because they couldn’t, not safely. Plus Eon is still a robot and that person was actually alive and had a soul, so it was pretty doomed. God, I’m so mean to my characters. 

Since present Eon hasn’t experienced love, whoever is confessing would likely get their heart broken with his emotionally stunted attitude, or experience a barrage of questions like 1) What makes you say that? 2) Why do you love me? 3) You do understand I’m not actually alive? until the mood is ultimately ruined. He only asks so many questions because it has to make sense to him, not because he intends to be hurtful. All experience with others from his memory wipe up until now has been strictly business, not based on trust, or care. He’s clumsy, can’t remember things well, which makes him, as a droid, basically useless. So he doesn’t usually have that good of an impression with people, and he hasn’t been treated very nicely, and has learned to be careful because of how much he’s been abused. So, someone telling him they love him (romantic or friendly) would be mostly confusing for him, because he’s never had that in any shape or form.

10♥️ - What was the last party or social event your muse went to?

Since he’s been on the Derelict for the last five years, I imagine sometimes if the situation or task called for it, he would find himself at a ritzy event with the upper echelon of the galaxy, mostly to swipe their money or some other important bit of information or document. The gang he used to work for would send him into different events or parties with the same intention. He’s absent-minded, but he’s very good at analyzing others to find out something important, and he doesn’t tip off scanners that would be able to detect he’s a droid since the technology to replicate his human form is so anatomically accurate. Maybe, most recently, if someone on the ship had a birthday. Eon uses birthdays as a way of training himself to remember things better, not so much that he finds the celebration itself important. I could see him throwing a small party for that person just to show that he can remember something. Though it doesn’t really convince Sal, or anyone

Q♠️ - Does your muse manipulate others easily or are they easily manipulated?

His time on Rishi taught Eon that you cannot always trust others, even if they are your creator. He once trusted living beings unquestionably, and was far easier to manipulate. But he learned to recognize the negative in other’s nature, and understood that if he gave the opportunity, people would take advantage of him, especially as a droid. Although he learned to manipulate others to find out information when he worked for a smuggler, the way it manifests now isn’t the same because it wasn’t something he was made for, or likes to do. If he thinks you’re lying, he’ll try to find out how, and not be upfront about that. Mostly because in the past, he was often switched off only to be reprogrammed if he showed signs of becoming rebellious. But once you have his loyalty, he’ll tend to believe you without questioning it. Sal is a good example of this.

#hc; #embervahl

[syxjaewon]

pushes you into a swimming pool

shoots you in the leg on the way down

#THIS IS A FUN LITTLE AU ISNT IT #i cant believe ur making me break my own goddamn rules #xDDDD #embervahl

[artificialautonomy]

show me ur 8 pack

“...Could you clarify?”

#a; #instructions unclear. dick caught in ceiling fan #embervahl

[artificialautonomy]

severs your arm off w a vibroshiv

Placing his detached arm in front of Leon and waiting patiently was not on anyone’s agenda of the day. Eon could offer an explanation, one that forms the undeniable shape of a calculative student that walks the derelict’s halls like he’s outrunning his own shadow. Or he could offer an apology, which serves no purpose or point because it wasn’t his fault that he woke from a temporary sleep state with a crudely sliced arm. Instead he waits for the prickly mechanic to notice what he’s missing, and hopefully agrees to reattach it.

“Goodmorning.”

#embervahl #leonraan #honorable mention for eon's fraternal twin

[syxjaewon]

@embervahl | don’t make me turn this boat around

like the vastness of space, salathiel himself is all darkness with pinpricks of burning stars, his lungs tethered to the tapestry of supernovas, his bones aged only by the default setting of hyperspace. sal is a meteorite in his own atmosphere, burning and shredding himself to pieces everywhere he travels, but always falling up, and up, and up, unhindered by gravity. he only finds the ability to breathe when the sky gives way, when the blue fades out into the infinite sprawl of emptiness, and he’s back among the stars, his only real family.

they escape devaron in relatively one piece and sal inhales, stepping off the bridge and leaving the destination of the derelict up to his new acting pilot and his navigator, his boots heavy, limbs strained. his ship is full of strangers and he hates it, crawling around it like fleas, hovering together anywhere they can find an empty place: in the mess hall, along the corridors, on the stairs down to the cargo bay, awaiting their time with the doc. foreigners to his boat with wide eyes and shaking hands and tattered clothes, and sal strides around them, his thick black boots careful not to accidentally crush someone’s hand. he usually does that sort of thing on purpose.

one set of eyes catch his attention though, framed by a face familiar enough to make him pause, frown, glare, and eventually step up towards them, a coiling in his gut that makes him want to vomit. “valen jaer?” the name sits on his tongue like bitter sand, a boiling of frustration begins to build up inside his chest. “how in all the lays of hell did you worm your way here on my boat?” he doesn’t care that there are people around, glancing over, blinking in surprise. his sneer is stronger than their interest. “how are you not murdered yet?”

#embervahl #valen | don’t make me turn this boat around