#xeloverendorsmoon

[docvelaw]

sneaky

@xeloverendorsmoon

it’s not the first time that he walks into the med bay and the droid is nowhere to be found. not the first time that he has to press the speech button on his earpiece and tell it to come over, then gets to watch it run into the med bay not much later, instantly ready to give him whatever he needs. it’s not that the short wait for the droid has gotten him into trouble in any way so far, but he has been getting more and more curious to figure out where the hell the little critter’s off to every time.

so when the doors slide open and he hears the familiar pitter-patter of the droid’s feet on the med-bay floor, he quietly finishes arranging the supplies before turning to the small creature. it’s just a robot, he is aware of that fact somewhere, but the droid has been such a steady, humorous companion for such a long time by now that in his mind it has become a bit of a friend as well as a helpful companion at his job.

so when he reaches out, it’s to put a hand on the droid’s head, and he feels the familiar whirring that tells him the droid is happy with his affectionate touch. he leaves his hand there, listens to the mechanic voice in his earpiece telling him the exact amount of supplies they still have left -it’s a worryingly low number, really- and then huffs out a little smile when the familiar quip in the captain’s direction follows.

“tell me,” he says after a moment’s pause, and he gets to hear the more than familiar yes sir? that follows. “where do you keep going off to?” there’s an actual moment’s hesitation in the reply, even if it’s simply in the form of silence, and he’s surprised by it, because the droid has long ago learned that there’s no point in trying to lie - it is not capable of it.

visiting with my friend he is eventually told, and surprise courses through him in an instant. a friend? the only one the droid can talk to is him, so how did it make a friend? but then again, words aren’t always needed to make friends, he knows this. “and where is your friend right now?” he asks, waits for the familiar sound of the droid putting itself in motion and then casually follows it out of the med-bay and through the hallways of the ship, curious to figure out which of the few androids aboard the ship it’s made friends with.

#xeloverendorsmoon #t: sneaky

[artificialautonomy]

☯ ♠ Ω

♠: Favourite thing to do with your muse 

Past Eon? Pretty damn good fighter. Current Eon? Unpredictable, drops his blaster, doesn’t really know how to fight unless memory kicks in. I like to headcanon (and maybe this can turn canon) that he asks Xel to teach him how to fight and Xel eventually sticks a bow in Eon’s hands out of exasperation because this clumsy puny elfen droid has to take to something, right? Imagine gimli and legolas but gimli is huge as fuck. It’s his favorite thing because Xel takes the time to teach him, and he feels like he can gain control of himself instead of remaining defective and dangerous.

☯: First impression of your muse 

Eon was... maybe? around when Xel was first brought onto the Derelict. First impression was probably from Sal talking about Xel, Eon believing Xel was dangerous, aggressive, ‘stupid’. Eon probably would’ve tried to talk to Xel even if Xel had none of it, form his own impression that’s now the current one. He admires Xel’s strength, and wishes the captain wouldn’t keep him in a collar. It reminds Eon of when he was forced to wear an ankle bracelet that kept him from leaving the gang affiliation on Rishi for fear of triggering a self destruct mechanism. He sees Xel as an important part of the crew. 

Ω: Favourite feature of your muse's 

An easy answer would be Xel’s height, or physique, neither things he can or will ever achieve unless he found an engineer who not only could navigate his technology, but upgrade it. Eon scans the cilare’s face, lifting one hand to point to his own cheek. Where his skin is clear of freckles or marks, Xel has a small mole that Eon’s eyes always drift back to. 

Xel’s beauty mark. It’s something that would fascinate Eon, the way Violet’s marks do. Even scars would probably be his favorite feature of someone. Eon doesn’t have any distinguishable marks on his body even if he was created in the image of a sith general’s son. They didn’t bother to transfer any scars, or moles, or birthmarks. Eon finds the marks of living something to admire. 

#hc; #xeloverendorsmoon

[syxjaewon]

Give me one reason why i shouldn’t kill you.

“because if you tried, i would kill you first.” the answer is a quick one, a decisive one, a sentence that cuts to the heart of the matter like a blade and leaves no room for misconstrued intention; salathiel would have no hesitation ending his arrangement with xel the moment circumstances change if they’re not in his own favor. there’s a reason sal doesn’t sleep much at all, there’s a reason he doesn’t eat much at all, there’s a reason he sustains himself with biting teeth and watchful eyes and a thousand, thousand distrustful glares.

“and because i’ve installed a failsafe in my trigger for your collar.” he looks up at his pet giant with burning, hungry eyes, a sardonic look, pressed lips. “if i die, you die. isn’t that cute?”

#xeloverendorsmoon #i have no idea if this is even a Thing that can happen #but we're going with it for this singular reply only ig???? #idk #i honestly Dont Know why xel doesn't just kill him #xDD

[bade-wavewar]

7 [[Xel likes the uncomfortable Qs]]

7. how does your character feel about sex?

How I feel about it? That seems like such a weird question. Honestly, I don’t know, I guess I enjoy the physical aspect of it, but I wouldn’t really do it at random just because of a blind need. Neither does it really need to have purpose. It’s a thing, that exist, that gives off a generally enjoyed feeling, mostly, if done right. But if you need any advice, big guy…. I’m the wrong person, go bother someone else. 

#xeloverendorsmoon #//my sex my business

[ofpomonas-blog]

[ lift ]

[ 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝓉 ] 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓉𝒸:

For a ship that was boarded with smugglers, pirates, and beings that possessed some type of superpower. Pom was extremely bored. They were in space almost every day of the week that the days and weeks started to blend into one another. It went so far that she found solitude in people that her father wouldn’t dare to see her be involved with. Not that it matters anymore, she thought bitterly. She also didn’t want to cry about it. Now she just needed to get home, keep herself going — otherwise she was going to entirely lose it.

Boredom meant wandering around, being nosy, touching things she should not. It did get her into a room that was somehow filled with books and crates of crap that either was literal crap or essential. With the way it was collecting dust, she doubted it had any sentimental meaning. So Pom started digging, blowing away dust from old books that were texts about the ship and it’s built. She wanted to see more, as the crates were stacked upon one another, making it impossible for her to reach. Pom wasn’t the biggest, probably the smallest of the whole ship if you didn’t count the droids. Also, nothing seemed robust enough for her to stand on, and would possibly break her neck if she dared to step on it. But her knight in shining armor was in the form a huge giant walking passed the stuffy storage room. “Hey, you!” She yells before he completely disappears, popping out her head outside of the automatic door, so he would notice her, “Can you maybe, help me?!”

#𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 #𝒸:𝓍𝑒𝓁 #:) can still be a starter if u want! as i wrote it like one >_< #xeloverendorsmoon

[artificialautonomy]

J♥️

J♠️ - Who would your muse most likely end up in jail with?

“Joules.” Answer offered unblinking, and without a pause. It wasn’t that long ago the pilot with all the raw confidence of a supernova shot at the restraints around Eon’s wrists. “The first time was coincidence, but he is reckless, good at talking people into situations– I’m sure you know. I have no doubt the second time I’m behind bars would be on purpose and with his company.”

J♥️ - Who does your muse consider their best friend?

The idea of friend conjures no concrete image. If it was based on experiences and time, friend could mean the doctor, or the captain. One who treated him as an impending plague waiting to unleash, and the other that kept him around like a lumbering, unwanted child. There’s still familiarity.“I do not know if I can describe anyone as a best friend.” And he pauses as he thinks of the tenderness in Row’s eyes. The way Violet embraces his clumsy behavior. Tercrai’s easy grin. Zuriel’s laughter, even at his expense. And there’s a subtle smile on Eon’s face. “But I do value the time I spend with everyone. I value my time with you.”

#a; #I'm Sure You Know #LMAOO #i did the wrong one so i just did both #xeloverendorsmoon

[docvelaw]

7, 8, 9,

crucial muse development questions

7. how does your character feel about sex?

he raises his eyebrows slowly, turns his head a fraction as if he’s going to try and look at the other male, but then he shakes his head lightly instead and keeps his blind gaze on the table in front of him. his fingers are still moving, gently brushing over the little knobs on the paper in his hand, reading the rest of his sentence before coming to a stop. the recently attained book is one of the few he’s managed to find over the years that he can actually read and it’s quite annoying that he is disturbed in the middle of it, but then isn’t the collared warrior always annoying?

“it’s a very normal and widely practised activity. it actually aids in people’s well-being and tends to be a good stress or anxiety reliever.” he tilts his head a little to the side then, eyes coming up to finally gaze in the direction of the warrior. “it might actually be something good for you to engage in,” he says after a moment. “perhaps it can calm some of that rage of yours that you carry around everywhere. a much better thing to plan toward than revenge, i’d say.”

8. how many friends does your character have?

the hand stills on the paper again and he lets out a little huff. “why, are you offering?” he retorts. “wasn’t it enough that you befriended my droid? i think i’m good, i don’t need your ‘friendship’.”

9. how many friends does your character want?

"i don’t need more than i have,” he says calmly. “can’t afford it either anyway. people die around me all the time, it’s a side effect of being on a ship like this. it’s the risk they take taking on all these dangerous jobs. i’m good on my own, regardless.”

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

[syxjaewon]

@xeloverendorsmoon | real gods require blood

salathiel godkiller walks as though he has all the time in the galaxy, walks as though he is the son of all the stars in all the skies, walks as though gravity itself follows his every command and direction, hands clasped behind his back, mechanical gold eyes burning and glowing in the dimness like solar flares, his jawline sharp and tight. growing up in all the blackest points of space, salathiel has always known the only way to not be swallowed up by the surrounding void, even amidst insurmountable odds, is to shine, hot and bright and insatiable, unquenchable.

he strides tall in his long, draped coat and thick, bulk boots, self-assured and always moving forward, but the vong stand taller around him, sneering and hateful, and he knows one wrong move, one small flinch, will invoke their gods’ retaliation. he’s heard the stories of men shredded like paper for blinking too much, read the headlines of their raids on villages, the soppy, corpse-ridden disaster they leave in their wake every time-- he’s been warned against dealing with them by more than one of his associates. they are wild animals, sal. they only pretend to be civilized when it suits them. 

but these warnings, these are for other men. these are for men who never wielded a blade against mandalorian knights, who never set fire to temples and schools, who never stood atop a mountain of bodies at the sack of the planet koshzamir. these are for men who didn’t learn to survive one step at a time in an unending death-zone, six years on a prison planet with only scars and nightmares to show for it. these are for men who are not the bred and bound son of a sith lord.

salathiel walks unhurried and unbothered because he is unhurried and unbothered, his leads directing him towards the back end of their cargo bay, multiple tables set up with a myriad of options strewn out across them, all things weather-born and complicated, unclean and used and exactly what he needs right now. he picks up one, then another, hunting for the correct size and caliber for the ship’s engine, the needed part somewhere in all this mess, while the vong grumble and mutter behind him.

off to his left, something growls and sal’s gaze shoots up, locking on the dark features of a boy in a cage a few meters away. he can see the kid’s teeth as his lips curl back, the seething fury in his eyes, the appetite for destruction. familiar.

“have you made your choice, swine?” one of the vong spits at him, but sal doesn’t look away from the cage.

he picks up the part he needs. “i’ll take this.” and then he points to the cage. “and that.”

#xeloverendorsmoon #xel | real gods require blood

[bade-wavewar]

Bound to be Broken || Xel & Bade

Location: Cargo-bay

Sparring. 

Why they had asked him and what for, he wasn’t sure, but he was only a guest, had no actual job description, and the person who he was supposed to be sparring against needed something to throw his anger at. Bade suggested, mostly to himself, that he should just go along. The pain in his leg had subsided because of the meds the doctor gave him. But fighting probably wasn’t a good idea. 

It was only sparring. He was wearing a tank top, a baggy pants - mostly for the burn wound, which was carefully bandaged, and he had put creme on it before he had walked to cargo bay. It was the only place big enough to have any type of training. 

He had only seen Xel in passing, never actually talked to him, and he was really worried about what kind of sparring partner he would have to face off against. But he would do whatever he could to stay on the ship in the foreseeable future, even if it meant getting a couple of bones broken. That would be a great introduction as a medic: breaking some bones. Breaking his own bones if he wasn’t careful. Even better introduction. He looked up when he heard someone entering the cargo bay, that should be him. 

@xeloverendorsmoon

#c: xel #c: xel1 #thread: bound to be broken