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homestuck reread: i actually like dirk a lot more this time
#hs reread#i like his conversations with jane a lot because they feel very? compassionate and honest#like they have little surface level in common but his “only you could manage to make her blowing up your computer into your fault”#and their whole thing w/ detective pony#years ago on my first read i didn’t like the alpha kids as much bc they didn’t feel like they loved each other as much to me#and whilst i see where that’s from i also see a different side of it now#i don’t know - i do love hal still though that hasn’t changed#also it’s funny when dirk and calliope are talking he’s like “huh that title destroyer of souls seems supervillainy”#and then she’s like “yeah it does - but that’s not really your deal”#phrased better than that ofc#but like. hs2 writers how did you fuck him up that bad
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Titan History: Tiamat
Welcome once again to Monarch: After Dark, the digital gateway between you and the organisation dedicated to understanding and navigating this troubled new world we live in.
For today's communication, we find ourselves once more turning to the most recent Titan crisis, dedicating today's instalment of "Titan History" to a beast that has many people talking; the queen of the depths, Tiamat.
(Pictured above: An artistic piece depicting Tiamat on the mainland, created by former Outpost 53 operative Dope Pope)
Monarch Database File: Tiamat
Monarch Designation: Titanus Tiamat
Length: 847 feet
Weight: Unknown
Nature: Bio-Ultraviolet
Behavioural Classification: Destroyer
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Designated as "Titan 019" in Monarch's database, Tiamat was a colossal sea serpent, vibrant coloured scales and a bioluminescent frill granting her an almost hypnotising appearance as she cuts through the water. Those who studied her in Monarch Outpost 53 note her impressive ability to mimic the sounds of human voices. Though incapable of perfectly replicating speech, many of the outpost's staff recount being haunted by the sounds of her "Titansong".
The full extent of her abilities show Tiamat to be a true force of nature. She can blind opponents with a yellow phosphorus ink that manifests as a form of acidic breath, she possesses electrogenic cells that can manipulate electrical energy to such an extent that her storms can boil the ocean and generate steam trails that can be seen from space. Her underwater superiority rivals even that of Godzilla, able to generate maelstroms capable of dragging other Titans to the depths.
Prior to her final encounter with Godzilla, Tiamat was also shown to be capable of absorbing and generating massive amounts of energy through a natural radiation hotspot in the Arctic Circle, achieving an "evolved" state similar to what Godzilla would go on to gain for himself prior to engaging the Skar King and Shimo.
(Pictured above: Speculative artistic rendition of how Tiamat and Godzilla's Hollow Earth brawl in 2020 would have looked like, courtesy of Drew E. Johnson)
As is the case with most Titans on record, little is known about what Tiamat may have been doing prior to her containment by Monarch and awakening in 2019. It is known that, at some stage, Tiamat claimed a subterranean lair within the Hollow Earth as her domain, killing its previous occupant (an apparent ancestor to Kong), as well as various other Titans that attempted to rob her of what was her's. Drone exploration into this lair revealed a Titan graveyard of those likely slain by Tiamat, a Titanus Jinshin-Mushi Prime scattered among the remains was of particular note to Monarch.
At some stage, Tiamat would temporarily vacate this lair and make her way to Stone Mountain, Georgia, where she would later be contained by Monarch for further study.
Tiamat was part of the Titan legion awakened by Monster Zero in 2019, later pacified by the ORCA. Like most, she was not present for Godzilla's claim as Alpha Titan. She returned soon after to the lair she had claimed. Toward the end of 2020, Godzilla entered the Hollow Earth and, while Monarch are uncertain of the exact details, presumably fought with Tiamat over possession of the lair. As Tiamat was later observed leaving the Hollow Earth in search of a new home, it is clear Godzilla had emerged victorious.
(Pictured above: Drew E. Johnson's full-body sketch of Tiamat, part of a collection of drawing Titans he had been assigned to study)
Sometime before 2027, Tiamat would claim a natural radiation hotspot in the Arctic Circle, the largest known source on the planet, as her domain, resting within a particular glacier absorbing energy and building up her strength.
In 2027, while absorbing radiation to build his own strength for the coming conflict with the Skar King and Shimo, Godzilla hunted down Tiamat to her Arctic domain and attacked the glacier she was resting within to draw her out. Following a brief battle where both Titans seemed evenly matched, Godzilla fired a blast of atomic breath that tore through Tiamat's body and dismembered her. Godzilla then retreated into the glacier himself as Tiamat's remains floated to the surface.
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And there you go! Following news of her death, some in the public have expressed outcry over Godzilla's decision to kill her, noting that it seemed to break his pattern of only killing those who were an immediate threat to the balance of nature, and positing that Tiamat was simply keeping to herself and not being a threat.
While we cannot speculate how Godzilla truly thinks, what's done is ultimately done. Much as is the case with Scylla, this is all we can report on Tiamat unless either new findings come up or another of her species emerge.
Until next time,
Monarch: After Dark
#monarch#monarch after dark#monsterverse#godzilla x kong the new empire#gxk#gxk spoilers#tiamat#titanus tiamat#godzilla#titanus gojira#godzilla dominion#godzilla x kong spoilers
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Gar Cyare Chapter Twelve
Finally back after an unexpected year-long hiatus!
Word Count: 4,400
Warnings: Implied threats, definite threats, mentions of genetic experimentation, suspicion, mentions of the Attack on Kamino, fear.
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Ca'tra (Night Sky)
Your office looked roughly the same as it always had. Bland Kaminoan architecture dressed in shades of white, gray, and black held a collection of furniture that had been built with the clear emphasis of function over form. Your datapads were untouched, as were the slight hints of mess around the edges of your desk.
But everything seemed a little strange with the light… or, more accurately, the lack of it.
The shutters that covered all of the exterior-facing windows on Kamino were closed, both protecting you from any attempt to break through the transparisteel and keeping you from seeing anything that might be happening outside.
Though nighttime had fallen and the Kaminoan skies had been dark with clouds when the shields lowered, there was still plenty to see. The GAR had recalled all personnel in the sector to Kamino. There was too much chance that the Separatists could come back. This time, they could use the knowledge they had gathered during the last invasion - plus any new intel - to destroy the Fett genetic sample for good.
The arrival of new ships was nearly constant, and you had heard chatter from the cadets that at least two Venator-class Star Destroyers were guarding the areas just beyond Kamino’s atmosphere. Any ships that intended to land had been issued special clearance codes. If they failed to deliver them at the right time or on the right frequency, they would be shot down upon breaking atmosphere.
You hadn’t heard the anti-aircraft guns fire yet, so you were fairly confident that there had been no actual invasion.
Still, you itched to see beyond the barriers, though you knew your reasoning was senseless. You wouldn’t see Alpha coming back. General Ti had told you that he would be gone at least another twelve hours, but your mind kept insisting that you would be able to watch him land in relative safety.
If you were being honest with yourself, that was why you were still in your office instead of your bedroom. Sure, you could pretend that you were there in case General Ti or Commander Colt needed something from you, but in all reality, it was because you were filled with dread at the idea of returning to your empty quarters.
You already hated the idea that Alpha was out in the galaxy when there were potentially Separatists in the area, but to be reminded of it every time you looked around your bedroom? No, you were perfectly content in your office.
A knock on your door made you sit upright. “Yes?”
Your hammering heart gradually slowed as Commander Colt peered inside. “Why are you still awake?”
You shrugged. “Too nervous to sleep, I guess.”
A frown creased the space between the commander’s eyebrows as he stepped into your office. “You should get some rest while you can. If we are invaded, you need to be at full awareness.”
That wasn’t exactly comforting, but you nodded.
“Sorry,” Commander Colt said abruptly. “Probably didn’t help anything, huh?”
“Not exactly,” you admitted. The concern for your nerves was surprising, more something you would have expected from Alpha. Suddenly, you wondered if the commander had come to find you because Alpha had asked him to. “Have you heard from Alpha?”
He shook his head. “No, why? Have you?”
“No.” You sighed. “I thought that might be why you’re here.”
“Limit asked me to check on you,” he told you. That made more sense, but before you could say so, Commander Colt added, “I was already on my way.”
“Oh.” You toyed with a datapad on your desk to distract yourself from how slowly time was passing. “Why?”
“Alpha cares about you,” he explained slowly. “More than anyone else.”
You chuckled softly. “I know I’m his favorite nat-born.”
Commander Colt shook his head slightly. “You’re his favorite person. He cares about you more than anyone else. Between how much he likes you and how much you’ve done to take care of him - and all my brothers, actually - you’re vod’ika.”
Little sibling.
The term made your chest warm with pleasure. “Thank you, Colt.”
Colt cleared his throat. “Anyway, how are you handling all of this?”
You took a deep breath. “I’m fine, I suppose. I’m just so… sick of being on Kamino when it goes on lockdown.”
For a full beat after you had finished speaking, Colt stared at you. At last, he burst out laughing. “I thought you were going to be scared.”
“I might be eventually,” you said with a shrug. “But right now, I can only think about how I’ve been here every time the lab has been locked down. I understand it’s important, but it’s getting old.”
Colt nodded in commiseration and you gave him a considering look. “Are you okay?”
“Me?” he repeated, seeming stunned when you nodded. “What do you mean?”
You glanced at your desk, trying to buy some time to find the right phrasing. “The last time there was an invasion, you were hurt pretty badly. I don’t remember it, but Alpha was shaken up and that takes a lot. I gather that it was… close. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“I’m fine,” Colt insisted. You weren’t sure about that, but if pretending was how he got through things, you weren’t going to begrudge him the coping mechanism. He turned as if to leave, but stopped before he stepped through your door. “Go to sleep soon, yeah? Limit’s working a long shift to get the medbays prepped, but he asked me to pass on a warning. If he comes by and you’re still here, he’ll tell Alpha.”
You laughed at that despite yourself. “He probably would.”
Colt chuckled too, patting the doorframe in a gesture that seemed to punctuate his departure. “Goodnight, vod’ika.”
“Goodnight, Colt.”
When you were alone once more, you started getting everything put away for the night… but paused when your datapad slipped from your fingers and clattered against the surface of the table. The screen flickered on in the collision and you frowned, pulling it closer.
Displaying on the screen were the records that you had been digging into before all of the investigation and shutdown chaos, records you hadn’t been able to finish accessing because you had run out of time. You had told Colt that you would go to bed and you didn’t intend to lie… but this was too intriguing to leave for the next day.
It was fine, you reasoned. You weren’t tired yet and there was finally time to do some digging.
Hidden behind a maze of misnamed file pathways and a selection of different passcodes, you found it: records of the clone trooper gene isolation process. The records were old, written when Ko Sai was the Chief Scientist of Kamino. She had been an integral part of creating the clone trooper genetic blueprint.
That had confused you at first. They were clones of Jango Fett - why would the genes need to be altered at all? But even skimming the notes had been enough to give you an answer: the clone troopers weren’t exact genetic copies at all. Ko Sai had made some changes to make the troopers more loyal, less independent, and less vicious.
There were a few outliers - especially in the early batches of troopers - and creating any living thing came with risks of aberrations in the genetics, but the experiments had been successful. That was according to Ko Sai’s notes, of course, but they were dry and scientific enough that you assumed the wasn’t much risk of them being exaggerated.
The changes to trooper personalities were in a group Ko Sai referred to as ‘behavioral traits’. The more chilling half was designated as ‘genetic traits’.
Genetic traits seemed to be the way the Kaminoans referred to the changes they made to keep themselves in business. Not only did they control things like troopers building muscle faster, but mercilessly capitalistic qualities like the troopers’ accelerated aging process.
You didn’t like the idea of the changes that had been made to the troopers genes. You were self-reflective enough to realize that part of your aversion was because you didn’t like the idea of gene manipulation in general. The accelerated aging was particular egregious to you since it was actively working to decrease the amount of time you could possibly spend with Alpha.
But the notes fascinated you - not because of their content, but because through them you could tell that Ko Sai was a deeply paranoid being.
The records were sealed with a virtual warning: if someone without the proper security codes attempted to slice into them, the files would self-destruct. And not just the files on the record you were viewing. No, the trap would wipe every known copy of the records from any device. The trigger had been built into the file transfer itself and could be detonated at any time.
Your interest was piqued. You had been given full access to everything you needed for your report and had the highest possible security clearance, but you still held your breath as you typed in your access code.
Thankfully, it worked and you spent a blissful hour reading through all of Ko Sai’s notes and records. A lot of it was gibberish to you and - you suspected - would be to anyone other than a highly-trained geneticist.
As the hour grew later and you started to worry that Limit really would come to kick you out, you tried to make a copy of the files onto your datapad, but were blocked. You weren’t sure what kind of scientist would keep her files from being copied, but she must have been very certain that she would be able to access that information in other places.
Before you shut down the datapad entirely, you found a microscopic file attached in the shell of an unrelated topic. It was a simple document that you might have overlooked… if it didn’t force you to enter your password once more. From what you gathered once you could view the vague document, Ko Sai had made copies of all of her information. She had stored them on a collection of personal datapads.
The description of where to find them was heavily coded, but you gamely copied it onto your own datapad. Then, feeling an echo of Ko Sai’s paranoia, you also jotted it down onto a nearby piece of flimsi. With other topics for the report running thin, maybe finding the original notes from Ko Sai’s experiments would be a good way to extend your assignment.
You spent a few moments staring at the code, jotting some preliminary guesses down beneath the characters. The most common letters were likely overrepresented among the words, unless Ko Sai had been using a rotational cipher. You wouldn’t put it past her, but even rotational ciphers weren’t impossible to figure out.
Cracking the code and extending your report-writing process were things that could wait. You tucked the datapad and flimsi into your bag and shut off the lights in your office. Too much longer and you were worried you really would run into Limit, but you were bringing the codes along for insurance in case it turned into a sleepless night.
Sometimes it was good to have an office so far from your quarters. It kept you involved in the day-to-day life on Kamino and took you through some highly populated areas on the trip. And with the hours you worked, you could use the exercise. But it was an unpleasant trip late at night, when all you wanted was to crawl into bed.
Perhaps you wouldn’t have minded walking through the main sections of Kamino if they weren’t full of cadets giving you suspicious looks.
It seemed like you had just convinced everyone that you hadn’t caused the first invasion of Kamino. No one had told the cadets many details about what had caused this lockdown, but they paid enough attention to know that you were close to the situation.
After a few hallways of those wary glances, you cut down a side path. The slightly longer trip was a price you gladly paid in exchange for avoiding all of the watchful eyes.
You found yourself in a section of the city that housed the learning terminals. They weren’t currently in use - all flash training had been suspended while Kamino was on lockdown and there was no reason for anyone but a cadet to be in the terminal rooms.
So why were you hearing adult voices coming from one?
You peeked in through the partially open door, taking in the scene in a millisecond: There were six troopers in the room. Two of them were working at one of the terminals while the other four were observing the display screen at the front of the room.
Surprisingly, you recognized the troopers. They had arrived on Kamino earlier that day. They weren’t the first to land on-planet after the lockdown had started, but they were one of the earlier groups.
The reason they had attracted your attention was because of the reaction of the cadets. Most arrivals on Kamino before and after the six troopers were met with warm welcomes (and often a little teasing) from the cadets. But these six were given a wary distance. They didn’t seem bothered by it - in fact, they had seemed to accept that wariness as their due.
Their attitude struck you as strange. The troopers were loyal, and that quality apparently went down to a genetic level. The idea of troopers who didn’t seem to feel that draw to be close with their brothers was unique, and you were very curious to know how that uniqueness had managed to survive long enough to leave Kamino at all.
Of course, that curiosity was secondary to their motivations with the learning terminals.
You recognized the file pathways displayed at the front of the room: these troopers were trying to slice into Ko Sai’s private records.
Perhaps it wouldn’t have been such a crisis if the Kaminoans hadn’t told General Ti that they intended to launch a full investigation of their information. They needed to find out what had been sliced, duplicated, or downloaded. And to get all of that done, they needed to shut down terminal access and cycle all codes and passwords. It was only with the General’s interference that you had managed to retain your own access.
You were willing to bet that these troopers, whoever they were, didn’t have the same privileges you held. In that case, there was a very real risk that they were about to trigger a complete wipe of Ko Sai’s library of records.
“Stop!” you cried, bursting through the doors before you could temper your reaction.
Unsurprisingly, you were met with four drawn blasters. The two troopers at the terminal continued to work, but the others stared at you.
“Who are you?” one demanded flatly.
Your hands had risen instinctively, hovering palm-out as you tried very hard to look nonthreatening. “I’m an administrator. I was sent here by the Senate to write a report about the clone troopers.”
“Proof?” another trooper asked.
“You can ask anyone about me,” you said quickly, lamenting that you didn’t wear your Senate ID badge on a regular basis. You hadn’t since your first week on Kamino. “I’ve been here for a while.”
They looked skeptical, but your attention was focused on the large display screen at the front of the room.
“Please, you have to stop,” you warned them, your desperation rising as you watched a password entry box appear. “Don’t put in your password! Ko Sai-”
The trooper at the terminal had finished entering his password and submitted it without paying any attention to you. A moment later, the screen flashed red and an ominous timer started counting down.
“Ko Sai put a self-destruct code into her records,” you finished lamely.
One of the trooper holstered his blaster and turned to look at the display screen, swearing in Mando’a. “Jaing, can you stop it?”
“Trying…” one of the troopers at the terminal replied.
You watched just as intently as the troopers did - the ones who weren’t aiming blasters at you, anyway. Only moments later, the trooper stopped typing, a slight slackening in his muscles serving as your only hint of the outcome. The trooper beside him swore colorfully.
“It’s all gone,” one of the troopers summarized, still watching you for any sign of a fight.
“Yes.” The one who had been working to circumvent Ko Sai’s trap stood - he had answered to the name ‘Jaing’ - neatly replacing the chair at the terminal. “What now?”
“Now,” the trooper who had put his blaster away said grimly, “we find out a little more about our new friend.”
“Always liked meeting new people,” the other trooper at the terminal said with a sharp grin, joining the others.
They were standing around you in a loose semi-circle. Three still held blasters aimed at you, so you stayed in your nonthreatening pose.
“Who are you?”
You took a breath, trying to keep from sounding scared. “I’m a Republic administrator, sent by the Senate-”
“You said that already,” a previously silent trooper told you, sounding unimpressed.
“That’s because it’s true.”
The one you privately thought of as the leader crossed his arms. “Never said it wasn’t. Doesn’t mean we should care.”
“Ordo,” one of the others warned quietly.
A chill went down your spine as you realized the rationale behind the warning: if these men didn’t care about your position as a representative of the Galactic Senate, there was something else motivating them.
“Are you involved in the infiltration of Kamino?”
One of the troopers laughed abruptly, the sound loud enough to make you flinch. “What are you talking about, civvie?”
“How else would you have arrived so early?” you asked, voice soft as you fell into musing the convoluted pathways of logic. “You weren’t the first ones here, but you weren’t far behind. No one should have been traveling through this sector outside of official missions and you weren’t on one of those. And now you’re here, looking at top-secret information about the genetic basis of the clone trooper program. I told you I’m a Senate representative and you’re still thinking about shooting me.”
“See, this is what happens when nat-borns try to think,” one of the men said, chuckling. It was a good act, but you could see the utter lack of emotion in his eyes. “You’re seeing patterns that don’t exist.”
“No,” you refused decisively. “There are too many strange coincidences here. My gut is saying something is off. Why are you here?”
“I have a better question,” Ordo countered. “How did you know about the data wipe code in those files?”
“How did you know about those files at all?” another asked.
“Good point, Mereel,” Ordo congratulated, turning pointedly to face you. “How did you know about Ko Sai’s private holorecords?”
“I’m writing a report about clone troopers,” you repeated firmly. “I was given access to pull from all sources in order to make my report as complete as possible.”
“Wait,” Jaing ordered, stepping forward. His gaze was intense as he asked, “Do you have a copy of Ko Sai’s data?”
“No.” The tension lowered slightly, but Jaing was still watching you. “She built in a feature that doesn’t allow for any of the files to be copied.”
“So,” one of the unnamed troopers asked. “Should we neutralize her here or somewhere easier to clean up?”
You struggled to stay impassive even as your stomach dropped.
“Udesii, A’den,” Mereel said, holding a hand out. “Killing a Senate representative may not be the best move here.”
“Why not?” A’den asked, grinning at you. “Planet’s already on lockdown. The long-necks’ll probably think their spy was the one who did it. I doubt if anyone has seen this one since things went dark.”
You straightened, giving him your coldest look. “Commander Colt would disagree with you. As would Captain Alpha-17.”
The group had grown quiet at Colt’s name, but noticeably relaxed when you mentioned Alpha.
“Nice try, civvie,” Ordo told you. “Seventeen is off-planet. Probably will be for a while, with the mess they walked into.”
“What did you do to him?” you demanded, taking a furious and unwise step forward. The blaster barrels weren’t quite touching you, but they weren’t much more than a deep breath away. “If you hurt him-”
“Fiery little thing, isn’t she?” one of the others asked, grinning at the others even as his grip on the blaster stayed firm.
“So much concern about clones,” A’den mocked. “Don’t you know we’re disposable?”
“Speaking of,” one of the others interrupted, “she knows who we are and what we were looking for. We need to take care of this before we leave the planet.”
Jaing lifted a brow at him. “Does that mean you’ve got an idea, Prudii?”
“The balconies off the lower platforms were always useful. Cuts down on the mess and the body falls right into the sea,” Prudii said with a shrug. One of the others snorted and Prudii frowned at him. “Problem, Komr’k?”
Komr’k shook his head, clearly fighting a smile. You waited with the others. Nothing seemed to be particularly amusing about the conversation, but perhaps it was just because it was your death that they were discussing. “Just thinking of all the applications of the term ‘aiwha-bait’.”
The reactions ranged from smirks to eye-rolls, but no one seemed to share your growing feeling of nausea. It probably wouldn’t hurt, so long as they executed you with a blaster bolt to the head, but you were getting a little dizzy as you thought about what would happen to your body after you died. And, of course, there were the people you would leave behind.
No.
It took some effort, but you pulled yourself out of the spiral you were drifting into. You had survived the Separatist attack on Kamino. You had faced down Ventress, working with some of the best soldiers in the galaxy to make it through the experience relatively unharmed. You could survive this, too. You would.
The training terminals weren’t close to the lower balconies, not by a long shot. You had visited the balconies many times with Alpha. You knew the area well. There would be plenty of places to attract attention or slip away. And if you couldn’t manage to do either, you would make it loud and violent, enough to attract attention.
“Let’s get moving,” Ordo ordered as A’den gestured toward the room’s entrance with his blaster. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
You lifted your chin as you stepped toward the door. Could he see the determination on your face? You almost hoped he could. You wouldn’t passively accept being executed. A hand grabbed your shoulder, tugging so roughly that you stumbled forward.
“Someone should have given you the same warning, Ordo,” Alpha said menacingly, sweeping you through the doorway and behind him. He was in full armor, blocking the doorway with his bulk.
“Alpha, no!” you urged him. “They have blasters.”
“So do I,” he said, voice steely. “Plus enough detonators to make the first invasion look like a training mishap.”
“We have some business with the civvie,” one of the troopers started. It was much more difficult to tell who was speaking when you couldn’t see any of them, but it didn’t matter. Alpha interrupted before anyone could say more than that.
“Ulyc sushir,” Alpha said menacingly. Even from behind him, his voice rumbled through your chest. “You men are going to stand down. Forget whatever little geroya you had going with her. You’re going to let us walk away. If you think you have anything else to say to her - unlikely - you will go through me. Understood?”
There was no answer. The next moment, Alpha repeated, “Understood?”
“Copy.”
That single word seemed to be as far as the troopers were willing to go. Alpha took a step back, carefully keeping himself between you and the others until you were out of sight.
“Who-?”
“Wait.”
You didn’t love being commanded like an animal, but considering that he had likely saved your life, you followed Alpha’s instruction.
He activated his comlink, keying in a code from memory.
The voice on the other end - male, older but not elderly - answered almost immediately. “Alph-”
“Call off your dogs,” Alpha demanded, durasteel in his tone.
“If you’re talking about my boys, they’re on assignment on Kamino.” The voice was genial, friendly, almost paternal. Still, there was a sly undertone that warned you there was something more happening. “I have no say in what they do there.”
“They almost killed a civilian.” Alpha glanced at you, as if worried that you would be startled by his blunt appraisal of the situation. You didn’t react - you had known where things had been headed. “I need to be sure they won’t try it a second time.”
“The only reason a civilian would be in danger is if they interfered,” the man said. “Dangerous thing in a warzone.”
“Keep them under control or I’ll send you the tags.”
The staticky silence on the comlink turned deafening, almost icy. “We’ve never had reason to argue, Seventeen. If you push this, I guarantee that will change. You don’t want a revenge-driven mando on your shebs.”
“And you don’t want me to take a closer look at who wiped Dengar’s records from the Kaminoan databases,” Alpha countered. “The civvie is off-limits, Skirata. Tell them before we have a misunderstanding.”
“You have to understand what they’re working for,” Skirata wheedled. “It’s important to them. To all of you. One civilian loss is a low price to pay.”
“Off. Limits.” Alpha bit out sharply.
The quiet stretched as both sides battled for supremacy. Eventually, Skirata sighed. “I’ll see what I can do. But you know how clever my boys can be when they have an obstacle to get around.”
“Warn them,” Alpha advised, “or you’ll all find out how clever I can be.”
“None of us are di’kutla enough to underestimate you, Alpha,” Skirata said, sounding a bit amused. “I only wish you’d find your way to working with us instead of against us.”
“Not as long as you’re trying to take out innocent civilians,” Alpha told him, severing the connection before Skirata could respond.
“Now you,” Alpha said, glancing back over his shoulder. It wasn’t an easy motion to accomplish while wearing full armor and a helmet, so you moved to walk beside him. Just as well - trailing behind him like a lost tooka wasn’t your favorite thing.
When you were next to him, Alpha removed his helmet and gave you a hard look. “How much do you understand about what just happened?”
“Not much,” you admitted. “I know those troopers were trying to access Ko Sai’s records, even when I warned them not to. Who are they?”
“They are known as the Null-class troopers,” Alpha told you slowly. “The first clones of Jango that the Kaminoans ever created.”
“I thought the Alpha-class troopers were the first.” You were working from the assumption that no part of the conversation was going to offend Alpha, but you studied his expression for any hint of displeasure or hurt.
“We were the first viable ones,” he explained. “The Nulls were too much like Jango. The Kaminii hadn’t figured out which genes to control for yet. The Null-class didn’t take orders, not to standard. Those six were slated for termination, but Kal Skirata saved them. He had just landed on-planet, a Mando mercenary hired by Jango to train the troopers.”
“Those six?” you echoed. “Were there other Nulls?”
“There were twelve.”
You swallowed against the bile that was trying to rise from your twisting stomach. “What happened to the other six?”
“Embryos weren’t viable,” Alpha said shortly. “They never made it past that point. The six you just met are the only Nulls that ever existed and the only ones who ever will.”
“I… can’t say I’m upset about that,” you admitted.
Alpha huffed a near-silent laugh. “Why did you try to stop them from accessing Ko Sai’s files?”
“She built a self-destruct trigger into them.” You were satisfied by the look of surprise on Alpha’s face. “Trying an incorrect password destroys all files on the system, and every remote copy that got saved. They didn’t realize their passwords had been locked down while the Kaminoans investigate their internal information.”
“And what was in the records?” he asked, guiding you around a corner with a hand against your back. You drank in the touch like it could sustain you.
“Genetic information,” you answered. “I was reading it before I left my office. It was all about the way the Kaminoans had altered the Fett gene to create the ideal clone trooper personality. Ko Sai’s words, of course.”
Alpha grunted at that, but didn’t give any other response.
“Do you think they’ll come back?” you asked after a few moments of silence.
Alpha glanced sidelong at you. “Not if they know what’s good for them. But that’s why we’re going to your quarters. Better security.”
You nodded. The two of you were close enough to your room that you didn’t feel the need to make any more conversation. As you entered the code to get into your room, you glanced back at Alpha. He was facing the hallway you had just come from, clearly keeping watch against anyone who might have followed you.
“I just need to brush my teeth, then the ‘fresher is all yours,” you said softly.
Alpha grunted again, stepping through the door behind you. He worked on the interior panel, setting up additional security measures. There was no such thing as a slice-proof door panel, but those measures would give you some extra time if someone started working to get inside.
You left him to it, brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas before you left the refresher. Alpha had already removed his armor and dimmed the lights, sitting in just his body glove as he waited for the refresher. His leg jiggled with tension.
As you stepped past each other, Alpha’s fingers rose to stroke down your forearm in a single gentle touch. Then he was inside the refresher and the shower water turned on as you listened.
You had every intention of being awake when Alpha came back out, but you must have drifted off. The next thing you knew, the bed dipped as Alpha got under the covers behind you. His arm snaked around your torso, pulling you tight against him. You smiled, snuggling a little closer, but frowned.
Alpha was trembling.
There was a fine tremor running through his entire body, only perceptible now that you were close enough to feel it. His breathing was slightly irregular, easy enough to note now that you were looking out for it.
Turning around in his arms wasn’t easy, especially when Alpha’s grip was so tight. But you managed, gently cupping his jaw when you were facing him. It was too dark to see, but the tightness of his jaw muscles under your palm was enough to know what he was feeling.
“Alpha?” you asked softly. “Are you okay?”
His breath left him in a shuddering exhale. “Almost lost you, neverd’ika.”
“Never,” you assured him. “I would have found a way to get free. I wouldn’t leave you like that.”
He laughed slightly. “You make it sound like a choice.”
“No choice at all,” you countered. “If my choices are between staying with you and letting someone take me away like that… I would have fought like hell.”
Alpha was quiet, but you could feel the way his lips parted and closed over and over until he decided what he wanted to say. “The fact that you don’t seem concerned is enough to make me worry. Fear isn’t good, but it can keep you alive.”
“You think I wasn’t scared?” you asked, letting your disbelief come through in your voice. “Alpha, I was terrified. Trem has been a great teacher, but I don’t think there’s much I could have done against six troopers. I think I’m in a bit of shock. When it all hits me, I’ll be a mess for a while.”
“I’ll take care of you if that happens.”
Alpha’s vow made you smile. “I’ll gladly take you up on that. As long as you let me take care of you now.”
He inched forward, searching blindly in the darkness until your lips met in a careful kiss. “I have a few ideas about what we could do.”
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Author's Note - There will be a spicy mini chapter to follow this one. Nothing vital to the plot happens in it - you will not miss anything if you choose not to read it. It will be posted on my NSFW alt account. If you don't know where that is, send me a message and I'll give you the username as long as you have 18+ in your bio. If you're under 18 and find it of your own accord, you're claiming to be mature enough to read adult content.
For those who have not read the Republic Commando series, the Null ARCs and Kal Skirata are fascinating characters! You're seeing them at their most ruthless here, but they have a lot of depth. They're on Kamino to complete their own mission, which can make them come off as antagonists, but life is rarely that simple.
My loose plan is to post one chapter every month, but the spicy chapters don't count toward that number. So I'll see you in a week or two for some 'quality time' with Alpha, and next month to see what happens after this!
I'm so glad to be back! Thank you to everyone who waited so patiently or sent words of encouragement. <3 For anyone new to this story, that long of a hiatus is not typical for me. I don't anticipate it happening again.
#gar cyare#gar cyare fic#alpha 17#star wars#star wars legends#star wars fanfiction#reader insert#reader insert fic#captain alpha 17#alpha 17 fic#alpha 17 x reader#alpha 17 x you#commander colt#null arcs#kal skirata
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I Bet On Losing Dogs
I was tame, I was gentle till the circus life made me mean....
NAMES:
Anarchy (preferred)
Riot / Ri (preferred)
Arachne
Carrion
Phoenix / Nyx
Cerberus / Rust
Archivist / The Hunt
Hound
Muzzle / Muzz (preferred)
Outlaw
Sleater
Rorscach
Crowley / Crow (preferred)
Renegade
Ripper
Anthrax
Sangre / Bloodlust
Judas
Behemoth / Moth
Diablo
Roadkill / Roadie
Don't you worry folks, we took out all its teeth.
Pronouns:
It/its (preferred)
He/him
Xt/xts
X/x
Bite/bites
Snarl/snarls
Claw/claws
Who's afraid of little old me?....
Characters & Species:
Hellhounds, demon dogs, dog-shaped monstrosities (all forms)
The Wolf from Dimension 20: Neverafter
Houndour, Houndoom, Mega Houndoom
Belgian Malinois
Demon
German Shepherd
Doberman
Rottweiler
Cane Corso
Anatolian Shepherd
Feral dog, mutt
The Thing
Cerberus
Arcanine
Lycanroc
Mightyena
Zorua, Zoroark
Greavard, Houndstone
You should be.
Playlist:
Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer
Sangre por Sangre - HELLYEAH
Sit / Stay - POPPY
Sympathy for The Parents - Marilyn Manson
A Little Piece of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold
Hungry Like The Wolf - Duran Duran
STARTARIOT - HELLYEAH
AMERICAN HORROR SHOW - SNOW WIFE
Always - Saliva
Freak On A Leash - Korn
Alpha - Little Destroyer
Fake It - Seether
Bad Dog - Dog Park Dissidents
I Wanna Be Your Dog - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
Love Bites (So Do I) - Halestorm
Coming Undone - Korn
I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.
Communities & Labels:
Dogboy (preferred)
Nonhuman / unhuman/ alterhuman
Otherkin / otherhearted / therian / past life
Pup play
Haunt actor
Transsexual / transgender / gender non-conforming
Vulture culture / taxidermy / taxidermist
Punk / goblincore / naturepunk / goblinpunk / crowcore / metalhead
#alterhuman#nonhuman#hellhoundkin#hellhound aesthetic#dogkin#dog therian#hellhound kin#otherkin#vampire kin#vampirekin#demon kin#demonkin#dogboy#dog boy#werewolf#werewolf kin#tw gore#tw body horror
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Theory that I saw and hold as true: Yellow Church is Xi. He's just out in Sidewinder now doing whatever. He's the one needed to complete the Meta but was never found. He represents Desire (2 last traits were Love and Greed, this mixes both). Saw this on a YouTube account that also says the ship at the end of the S4 quest was meant to go to Chorus and that Locus is the Great Destroyer.
Oh, that's a good one! Also, very possible, considering Yellow Church existed in multiple ways (as a time-travel alternate Church, an incorrect memory in Caboose's mind, and then on the outside able to exist with everybody... briefly).
A friend of mine also has the theory of Yellow Church, or "Yurch", is the Fragment designated Pi (and we joked that some of the others would mis-pronounce that as "pee", because he's yellow... like PI-kachu. yeah, that's it), and he represents Apathy (since Yurch was just so DONE with everything, and barely had enough energy to get properly angry). I can't find my re-blogs of the posts my friend made right now (because search sucks), but if they're OK with it, I can @ them~
On the one hand, it is possible MANY more Fragments exist, even besides the ones we momentarily see listed within the series... but my theory is, if they were not yet "prepared" to be used as assistants for Freelancers, they weren't moved into their own individual units, and instead were kept "dormant", their data being stored with Epsilon (so, he actually has the memories of ALL the Fragments, even though he doesn't totally know that there is all this extra information to remember. later, this helps him recover/adjust a little easier, and also shows in how he can sort of do what Alpha WOULD have done, working together with all the Fragments as a system; even though some don't always visually show themselves or outwardly verbalize, they're still IN THERE)
I also had a brief and vague AU thought, that never really turned into anything, but still an interesting concept; at some point, after all the other shenanigans in the series, the Reds and Blues meet a new character who joins their group (no specifics for who they are, but I kinda leaned toward them being a girl, just to have a few more). Eventually, they discover this character is actually an AI in a synthetic human body (I've used that idea before, but in this regard, they aren't an almost-clone of the Director OR Allison, but a combination of both DNA samples that created a new person... so, genetically Carolina's sibling). The AI is RO, a missing Fragment from Alpha who represented Love. Like Church, Ro had some memory loss going on, so they others help them figure things out~
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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!
Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.
September Fics
9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern
9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting
Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan
9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains
9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight
9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger
Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway
9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky
9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky
9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876
9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs
9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic
9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666
9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf
9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting
9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy
9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory
Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses
Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren
9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck
Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer
9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim
Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares
9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle
9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza
9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes
9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass
9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan
9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark
9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive
9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites
9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde
Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby
Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads
9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen
Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark
Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx
October Fics
10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos
10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis
10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis
10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing
10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites
10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove
10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513
10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)
10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)
10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)
The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)
November Fics
December Fics
December Masterlist
#stardust reblog challenge#fic recs#writer recs#fic rec masterlist#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#dark!ari levinson x reader#dark!andy barber x reader#alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader#mob!steve rogers x reader#andy barber x reader#dark!steve rogers x black!reader#steve kemp x reader#lee bodecker x reader#jake jensen x reader#robert pronge x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#destroyer!chris x reader#hal carter x reader#curtis everett x reader
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Was wondering if you had any thoughts as to the looks/personalities of the unseen Titans? (Baphomet, Typhon, Leviathan, Yamato no Orochi, Bunyip, Sekhmet , Abbadon, Quetzalcoatl, Margygr, Mokele-Mnembe)
Also curious if you have any thoughts on how Canazotz, Amhuluk, Shinomura, and Na Kika work in the Abraxasverse?
Oh dear, those mystery monsters can be a bit challenging to have thoughts on because the available information we have is limited, but I do remember drawing a take on Mokele-Mbembe and Kraken way back in 2020 when the art requests were open. (Keep an eye on that, the requests might open soon if work hours remain chill~)
As for how they might work in the AbraxasVerse, let's see...
Godzilla: Dominion may have labeled Na Kika a Destroyer, but in AbraxasVerse is among the more intelligent Titans owing to their cephalopod nature as well as having multiple brains; they're content to be left alone and not cause unnecessary trouble, but will make their displeasure known in a passive-aggressive manner (think an octopus in captivity finding a bad fish in its food and escaping the tank just to yeet the fish in question at a handler and go back inside).
Amhuluk is more or less the same in AbraxasVerse as he was depicted in Dominion; he's a hostile little shit. Sometimes he'll cause trouble and encroach an opposing Titan's territory, but thanks to a suggestion from Rick Stanton regarding a weakness to "certain alpha frequencies" it's relatively easy to scare him off just by blasting music from external speakers (or if Monster X is around and is dealing with a particularly annoying ear worm).
Camazotz is also unchanged from Kingdom Kong to AbraxasVerse; he sticks to his territory in dark caverns within the Hollow Earth, and after his disastrous battle against Kong and Monster X he frequently enters states of torpor to conserve energy. Unexpectedly, he and his giant bat swarm have a surprise benefit for everyone: his swarm can quickly awaken him with echolocation if something enters his territory, and sometimes that something might be a remnant of the Many that stumbles into the swarm looking to accumulate biomass. Depending on how many Many constructs appear, Camazozt's swarm will suffer casualties but can also quickly overwhelm the Many constructs in turn, rendering them unable to recover and cause trouble. All that needs to be done next is send out a sonic call to something like Monster X to incinerate the remains. Interactions between Camazotz and Monster X in this context are cordial, if riddled with barbs.
Seeing as Shinomura was vaporized in Godzilla: Awakening, I see no reason to alter history to suit a Somehow, Shinomura Has Returned moment for AbraxasVerse.
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Per aspera ad astra: “through adversity, to the stars”
The Vision
“You see a future in the stars?" Alpha Trion asked him quietly.
. . .
“The stars look endless to me,” he [Orion] said eventually. “Out there, you could just go and go, and there’d be enough space for everyone, and things to do and see that go on forever.” (CoP)
In an earlier post (Orion the Dreamer), I shared the full scene where Orion reveals his hopes and dreams to Alpha Trion.
And I mentioned in the previous post (Desire vs. Destiny) that it was Optimus’ deepest desire to peer behind the veil of life and study its secrets by collecting stories and seeking knowledge wherever he could find it.
Putting together both of these, one can see that Orion/Optimus’ personal vision for his life was to be a lifelong learner—one who learned through exploration, discovery of new life, the seeking of stories, and deep reflection.
Change of Plans
I will recover the AllSpark, thought Optimus Prime. Then I will retrace my steps across the galaxy and sow peace on my return wherever our initial exodus has inadvertently fomented division and war. (Exiles)
Life rarely goes as planned, as Optimus found out as the war dragged on.
Where a young Orion dreamt of setting out on his journey with curiosity and hope, a war-torn Optimus came to expect nothing more than a future quest of reparation and what he determined to be a moral duty.
A Fresh Glimpse of Hope
After so long, it was strange indeed to reach this planet again. Although I had heard it was full of life, I did not expect what we found—civilizations, technologies. For the last months, as we have been on final approach, we have learned to know them by their broadcasts, and though the others say nothing about it, what amazes me is how alike we are. Our bodies are different, our lifespans and our needs unalike, but what drives us and moves us is very much the same: humans talk about the heart, and Cybertronians the Spark; they love and fear, think and fight one another, as we do.
I looked for signs as we came within the light of their sun, and I find them everywhere—the many readings of Cybertronian technology on their world, the intensity of their struggles, the strange richness of their stories—against all odds, Unicron the Destroyer of Worlds has borne eons of life. I feel everything hangs in the balance. The Nemesis still pursues. We still track the AllSpark. So long this journey has been, and in spite of all its battles, so unchanging. (CoP)
Upon meeting and observing humans for himself, Optimus saw a glimpse of future potential—a future in which two very different, yet oddly similar species could learn and grow together, just as he’d wanted before the war. After all, Earth was also home to Unicron—the antithesis of Primus. There had to be a connection somewhere, and if not, Optimus intended to create one.
Of course, the war prevented him from getting his hopes too high, but judging from the fact that he trusted a human with the Key to Vector Sigma, it seems he allowed himself to hold onto a sliver of hope that humanity would not only survive the Cybertronian war, but would be part of Cybertron’s future in some way.
Endings and Epiphanies
I saw my death in the descent of the Dark Saber in Megatron's hand. I was surprised a little, disappointed. And then suddenly Megatron was no more. The reprieve was beyond belief. It shook me to my Spark and I felt suddenly with incredible force the fool I had been. I was not alone. I had never been alone, Prime or not. We, the Autobots, were one. (CoP)
After eons of hardship and carrying what he thought was primarily his burden to carry, Optimus was reminded that he was part of a greater whole.
The bigger goal was to see Autobots and Decepticons become one again, but this monumental shift in awareness was a necessary first step on Optimus’ journey to heal and open himself up to possibilities involving Cybertronians of either faction and humans.
A Shared Destiny
Thus ends the story of the Age of the Primes and of the origins of the Cybertronians, though not the whole story of course, for that is still being written in time and space on Earth, and all over the galaxy where the seeds and the sparks of life are growing.
I, Alpha Trion, one of the last Primes, now give this book into your hands, human friend, so that you shall know who your allies are, and your enemies also, how they are made, and where they have come from. Be sure that wherever and whenever you need our aid, the Autobots will respond to your call.
This is the Covenant of Primus, as given to all Cybertronians by right, and to humans by the last wish of Optimus, the Thirteenth Prime, so let it be.
TILL ALL ARE ONE.
Alpha Trion’s wording tells me humanity is probably the only other species that was given the Covenant of Primus.
This is incredible, to say the least. Of all the races Optimus encountered, he asked that humans be given one of the most sacred texts of the Cybertronian race.
But why humanity?
Well, Optimus firmly believed humans and Cybertronians shared a common destiny.
Alpha Trion, the relics, Unicron, the end of the war.
To Optimus, all of it pointed to Earth and humanity being an excellent starting point to launch into his original dream. He saw in humanity the future he’d endured so much hardship for: a future of learning and growing—not just alongside fellow Cybertronians, but alongside other races as well.
And depending on what each fan chooses to believe is the end of Optimus’ story, he either never got to see the fulfillment of his dream, or he did in some imagined way outside of canon.
Dreamers suffer more, but they also live more.
✧ ✧ ✧
Today, this post and the entire series are dedicated to Peter Cullen on his 82nd birthday, and to one of several beloved Optimi he’s poured so much of his heart and soul into. ❤️
#transformers prime#maccadam#tfp#tfp optimus prime#tfp orion pax#tfp character analysis#tfp meta#aligned continuity#tf aligned novels#the covenant of primus#tf exiles#the one and only op ❤️💙#who is TFP Optimus? series#long post#nova’s nerding out again
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you haven't read hs^2 right? any theories/headcanons based on what you've seen?
haven't read it myself (or the epilogues yet), I haven't thought about it much but I have noticed that roxy seems like the only one of the alpha kids who doesn't become an antagonist
and I also think maybe ult!dirk is an unreliable example of what a normal ultimate self looks like, as a prince of heart. like just as a hypothetical imagine LE being Caliborn's ultimate self, being the culmination of what every Caliborn wants to be, as if you gathered them up into a conference meeting and asked them to agree on a self
Dirk, as a heart player, is probably better at managing that hypothetical meeting and coming to a calmer more normal ult self
uhh
anyway any thoughts on hs^2
i read the beginning of hs^2 a loong time ago, like, when hs^2 was first being released long ago. i had skipped the epilogues so i had no idea what the hell was going on, but my shallow little heart was like "well at least the art is pretty."
i remember what i did like about it were the designs and personalities of the new kids. vrissy, harry anderson, and tavros were very fun characters to me, and sue me, in a fan of ectobiology-produced fankids.
and actually, as a prince, the destroyer class, probably is an example of how badly an ultimate self fucks you up. dirk has always struggled with his fragmented self and ascending doesnt fix that, it takes very disparate parts of him and tries to mash it all together into a patchwork frame.
with the ultimate self being something that affects godtiers differently depending on both their class and aspect, almost acting as a sickness, a prince of heart is probably in the unique position of being one of the worst godtiers to ascend into that form.
im crawling through the epilogues currently since im a masochist and want to know ALL the lore and theres a certain twisted irony that ult dirk, who was so determined to force the story of homestuck to continue to prove he existed, is in a sequel/spin-off that is indefinitely canceled. everyone hated homestuck^2 so much that its almost poetic in a meta-narrative sense.
sucks that real people got harassed and allegedly were sent DEATH THREATS over working on hs^2 and the epilogues. like. yeah i dont really like what they did but i can just be like "damn that sucked. anyway."
#ask#anonymous#homestuck epilogues#homestuck^2#tagging bc i think these are on someones blacklist ooos
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Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.
Happy reading 🔥
Bucky Barnes ✨
Cordially invited by @navybrat817
Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader
Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog
Bucky x reader
Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight
Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader
Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817
Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Relax by @kinanabinks
Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader
There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista
DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader
Ravenous by @navybrat817
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Good peach by @wndalovebot
bucky barnes x afab!reader
Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader
Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight
Baker!Bucky
Covet by @labella420
Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks
Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader
A little help by @mavsstar
DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Eddie Munson ✨
Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito
Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)
One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Wicked games by @honeystevie
Steve Rogers x Asian!reader
Tonight by @springdandelixn
Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader
Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Steve x F!Reader
Colin Shea ✨
Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust
Colin Shea x female reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Good for you by @flordeamatista
DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader
Little fears by @onsunnyside
Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)
Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan
Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader
Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes
DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Steve Harrington ✨
Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666
Steve Harrington x reader
Lee Bodecker ✨
Pressure by @thornsnvultures
lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader
Andy Barber ✨
Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge
Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Sam Wilson ✨
Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer
Sam Wilson x female reader
Multiple characters ✨
Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis
Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)
The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer
Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes
Three's a party by @traitorjoelite
stucky x reader
#fic rec#january fic rec#bucky barnes#eddie munson#steve rogers#colin shea#ari levinson#steve harrington#lee bodecker#andy barber#sam wilson#destroyer!chris
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Oooooo! Could I please get an Omega Prompt Number 1 of Alpha Kylo/Omega Hux? If you'd be so kind!
1. “Uh, no- Please stop! I HAVE AN ALPHA, YOU ASSHOLE!”
It had been a good night up until this point.
The Vomian system has been conquered. All five of its planets and subsequent moons have fallen under First Order rule, giving them access to one of the main shipping lanes in the Mid-Rim and planets that are so rich in ore that they’ll have enough to power a new fleet of star destroyers.
An acquisition on this scale requires a celebration.
The Finalizer is in orbit in the Vomian system, though Hux is sure that the residents on the planet below will be able to hear the music and commotion coming from the recreational hall. He looks down at his comm, checking the latest message on it before heading for the exit.
“Aren’t you staying, General? This is your victory!” Lieutenant Mitaka stumbles up to Hux, having left Thannison behind on the dancefloor.
“I think not, Dopheld,” Hux says, noting how much his beta friend smells like alcohol. “I have someone waiting for me. And I must retire before my eardrums cave in from this dreadful music.”
“It’s DJ Rebo! The hottest Ortolan mixer!”
Hux scrunches his nose as the baseline drops. “It’s just noise to me, I’m afraid. But you enjoy yourself, my friend. I’ll see you on the bridge tomorrow. Goodnight, Dopheld.”
“G’dnight, General, sir!”
With that, Mitaka finds himself back on the sparkling red dancefloor with Thannison, their arms waving in the air with the rest of the younglings of the Finalizer. Hux smiles, recalling a time where he would sneak out of his academy dorm to find the secret gatherings of cadets to listen to the newest and hottest music from Courascant and drink from the bottles of liquor stolen from their tutor’s offices. Their music was loud and their behaviour was wild; Cadet Armitage would report them all for gross misconduct to the head of the academy before sneaking back to his dorm and sleeping contently.
Hux chuckles to himself. He’s too busy reminiscing about those times at the academy to hear the footsteps behind him, to smell the scent of a sexually aggressive alpha in the air. The moment he doesn’t become aware, it’s too late. A hand is clasped over his mouth and he’s being pulled into a quieter and narrower corridor, body shoved against the wall.
His belly is full of whiskey and rum, sloshing around and making the feeling of panic more like a herd of banthas raging through his gut. His attacker is laughing, pressing their large body against Hux’s, forcing the omega to share the heat radiating from their knot.
“Little General,” the officer says. “You should know better than to leave a party alone. Didn’t anyone teach you that a lone omega is the perfect prey? You never know who might be watching you.”
Hux blink, suppressing a moan when the officer’s knee presses up between his pliant legs. He recognises the man—alpha—to be Colonel Verral, a very capable and well-trained officer who helped lead the last of their troops to victory in Vomian’s capital.
“Colonel,” Hux pants, struggling against the alpha’s great weight and against the blurriness of his own alcoholic intoxication. “Get your hands off me.”
“I saw how you were looking at me in that last siege, omega,” Verral says, practically drooling. He’s drunk too, though much more heavily than Hux. There’s a distant look in his dark eyes, one that only comes with copious amounts of alcohol. “You wanted me. You saw how strong I was in the face of danger. You were…turned on.”
“I assure you, Colonel, that I was not.”
“Even now, I can smell it on you.” Verral leans in and presses his lips against Hux’s cheek, licking his way down to his neck.
Hux cries out, throwing his head back, “Uh, no! Please, stop! I have an alpha, you asshole!”
“Where is he, little omega?”
“Behind you.”
The sudden use of Kylo’s powers brings Hux to his knees too, having been held up by the invading alpha’s body and, now that he’s been flung across the corridor, the shaking omega can’t find the strength to stand. He trembles, suppressing the urge to throw up.
“I thought you comm’d me to tell me you’d meet me outside,” Hux says, plonking his ass down on the floor and resting his spinning head back against the wall.
“I did,” Kylo says. “I got caught on the dancefloor. The kids wouldn’t let me out.”
Hux blinks, finding that his alpha has very two very flushed cheeks and some celebratory confetti in his dark hair. Even his clothes are askew.
“Ren. How much have you had to drink?”
Kylo looks at his fingers for a moment as if counting but then frowns, pouting. “More than usual.”
“The ‘usual’ is none.”
“True.” The alpha flops down beside his mate, taking him into his arms and cuddling him close until the scent of the invading alpha is gone from Hux’s senses. “Sorry I was late.”
The unconscious form of Colonel Verral lies in a heap across the way. Hux brings his knees up to his chest and curls into Kylo’s side, though they both end up sliding down until they’re lying on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Don’t ever be late again,” Hux says, eyes fluttering shut as sleep nears. “Damn alphas.”
Kylo hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Hux’s head.
“Yes, omega.”
#kylux#omega hux#alpha kylo#tw attempted noncon#thank you for the prompt darling! I hope this was okay! ❤️
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Hello, Jordan! I love the stories you write, at least the ones I have read (I didn’t want to spam you, so, I only reblogged one of your Crosshair stories)! I was reading your kinks and thought to myself I might have an interesting idea for a story if you are interested in it, of course!
So, I am a big fan of Alpha (ARC Commander Alpha from the comics) and Captain Fordo (From the 2003 cartoon). I haven’t seen you write for them, or talk of them, but your bio says you are a reader of the lore, if I am lucky enough would you be willing to write my thot for one of them? If not, that is fine.
Here is the idea:
The female reader is one of many civilians that join the Republic military following the first year of the war, and she trains and fights alongside (your choice of clone). She often disappears to remote areas of the base or Star Destroyer to write her own fantasies of being with (choice of clone). But this time, she can’t seem to find her data pad (I think that’s what it is called) in her footlocker that sat in front of her bunk. Not wanting to ask anyone who was in the barracks, she slightly panics until (choice of clone) clears his throat. Turning around slowly, she is horrified to see her data pad in the hands of the clone she often masturbated too.
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I was going over the kinks you have listed and picked out a few. I used their numbers so, please forgive me for being lazy. Of course, you can pick and choose, mix, and match. Since I picked them based off what I know or feel like these particular clones are like.
3, 9, 13, 18, 20, 25, 34, 40 and 41, 54, and lastly 72. 🤣🤣🤣🤣
With much love,
Notthatfanfictionwriter
Author's Note: Awww I'm so honored you like my stuff!! And don't worry about spamming me, it flatters me so much to see people people spamming my notifs i take it as a compliment. Lord knows i've done it before to people on this webbed site. ALSO.... fordofordofordofordofordo I love Alpha but Fordo. This was a fun experiment in making the smuttiness in the form of daydreams/thoughts, rather than actually happening. I hope you and everyone else enjoys the style change. I've also never written for Fordo before, so I hope it's ok...;
Relationships: Fordo/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Oral (Male receiving), a tiny reference to Face fucking, a tiny bit of dirty talking/voice kink, daydreaming,
''You're going to shoot yourself in the foot one day, if you keep whipping your blasters around like that."
Packing up your rifle in it's case, you look over to the clones beside you; Oone of whom was playing around with his blasters in a way that was a bit too reckless for your liking. He gives you a bit of a dirty look, while one of the other clones in his group claps his hands together and prays: 'Please let that happen please, that would be hilarious'.
His reaction makes you let out a chuff of air as a laugh, while his friend basks in his irritation. Turning away, you call the target plate you'd been using back to you, so you can clean and finish up. It's absolutely full of holes and well used, throwing it in the trash now that you're done training on it.
Maybe it would be a stretch to call it training however; As it's more just keeping yourself entertained and from getting even the tiniest bit rusty. Hyperspace is boring, especially when there isn't much to entertain yourself on a ship this large. At least planet side on base, you have some fresh air and maybe if you're lucky, you'll see a rare animal or two.
Taking your rifle case and leaving the practice range, it's a struggle to not let all the white and grey of the walls, ceiling, and floors, all blend into a blurry mess. It's quite late and the ships lights are dimmed slightly lower, in a way to poorly simulate a regular day night cycle. As such, it's late. You don't know how many hours it's been since you've last gotten some rest, but it's long enough that you're going to make a straight line right to your tiny little broom closet of a room, and lay down.
"You're going somewhere fast,"
You only look up one you realize they're speaking to you, seeing familiar red painted armor. One of Fordo's men, judging by the particular markings. His standing guard at his station at the crossroads of two hallways, the other person that should be with him seems to be missing from his post at the moment.
"Got bored at the range, and no one's roped me into training against yet. So I'm gonna try and get some shut eye." The trooper nods, his one note chuckle distorted ever so slightly be the reverb of his helmet.
"Don't let me keep you." You wouldn't mind having a chat but, unfortunately your thin, cold bed is a bit more tempting at the moment.
"Tell Fordo I said hi?" His hands shift on his rifle, nodding. "Will do. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear it." Nodding you take your leave, not keeping the trooper from his duties any longer.
While it can admittedly be a bit lonely at times being one of a few civilian fighters aboard a vessel full to the brim with clones, but at least you have your barracks to get away from it sometimes. A nice part about it being that only half of the beds in it have actually been claimed, and with the ship's work rotations always moving, it's not uncommon for you to be completely alone at times.
Punching in the code and entering once again it seems everyone's gone, at least until someone has the same idea as you to steal a little time for yourself. On a Venator class ship you're always on call, but at least for this moment, you're free. It probably won't last long at all but at least you can enjoy this moment of freedom, for as long as you have it.
Grabbing your personal datapad from your locker you decide that in your rare moment you'd work on a bit of a personal hobby. Maybe you can write a little bit before you get too tired to keep your eyes open.
It's more a guilty pleasure than anything; Some self indulgence during a phase where you have little to no time to yourself.
None of this will ever, ever see any eyes beyond yours, as it's meant just for you to enjoy.
It would be mortifying for anyone to lay eyes on it, just in general, let alone if they realized the main male character served as little more than a fog over what was pretty much Fordo down to the atom.
Gods, you were inconsolable. In the dark writing dirty little stories about you and the man you're infatuated with, your commanding officer, you might as well hide under the covers and sneak around as if trying not to get caught.
Opening the current thing you've been toiling away on you read all the way to where you had previously stopped; Right before things were starting to get good. Biting the inside of your cheek your fingers slowly type, trying to put your sordid thoughts to words.
The heat of your breath brushes over the harsh material of his armor, almost fogging it. You can feel his gloved hand on you, cradling the crown of your head with a firm pressure. He keeps that pressure, ever increasing, until your lips drag against the fabric of his flightsuit. The waterline of your bottom lip touches the fabric just for a moment, leaving a tiny darkened stain of spit.
The room has been nearly silent other than two sets of gentle breathes, but when he finally does speak, the deep rumble of his voice cuts through the still air like a vibroknife. It makes your thighs tense, pressing together as you feel the thumb of your heart beat in your cunt.
"Take it off for me. Or do you like the feeling?"
He doesn't have a name, but whenever you imagine him- it's always Fordo. It's so desperate and almost pathetic, but at least you keep your thoughts jotted down here instead of making a fool of yourself in the field.
Clumsy hands freeing his cock from the fabric you can feel the heat of it against your face; Against your lips as your wrap them around the tip. That unique taste, tongue against the head of his cock. His hand doesn't shove your head down to gag on him, but instead just serves as a weight, firm guidance as your lips slide down towards the base.
He keeps it slow, steady listening to the way your mouth makes the wettest, lewdest sounds as his hips twitch upward towards your mouth. He's only a small bit of pressure away from taking complete control, his chest rising and falling faster as he lets out a groan.
"Kriff; Come on, you can take a bit more. I know you can."
You know Fordo isn't talkative. He often times rarely if ever speaks until he absolutely has to. Would that change when he's exposed like this? Or would he continue to be a stalwart, silent man- peering down at you between his thighs?
Neither option is less preferable, but it's impossible to deny the desire to have your Commander 'command' you. That stern voice, maybe distorted by the echo of his helmet, or perhaps not, telling you in intimate detail what he wants you to do to him. Or what he wants to do to you.
Your mouth takes as much of him as you possibly can, the wet heat of your mouth pulling a low, shaking groan from him. Suddenly however he grips your hair and begins to pull you off of his cock, looking down at little stains of spit that dot either corner of your mouth.
"Enough of that. On the desk."
You can't resist the way your thighs press together just a little bit more at the ghostly voice of Fordo in your head saying such things.
Not as if there was ever a single bit of hesitation in your mind, you quickly come up off your knees, standing in front of him in the small space between his chair and the desk. With one hop you move to sit on it and watch as he stands, filling the space between your thighs. His hips force them to spread wider, hands moving to grip your hips and pull you close enough that you teeter just on the edge, grinding against him. You can feel the weight of his cock against your thigh, slick with your own spit.
His own hand lines himself up with your entrance, the other still harshly gripping your hip as he slowly, slowly-
Suddenly, a voice interrupts you from your thoughts before you can continue with them.
"Captain Fordo is requesting you in his quarters. Something about your next mission."
Your head suddenly turns on a swivel, only to see a trooper standing in the doorway of your small barracks. He's delivered his order and takes his leave before you even have a chance to recover from your surprise.
You have to go, as much as you might want to finish up what you'd been in the middle of. You decide to just roughly jot down the rest of what's in your mind, just so you don't forget.
Throwing your legs off the side of the bunk they hit the ground with a soft thud. You've been there multiple times, but not for anything close to the lewdness you think up when it's late. He's probably just going to update you on some innocuous report, before then dismissing you. As much as you would hope it would be a little bit more exciting.
Arriving and opening the door to his quarters it's the exact same as the last time you'd been here; Sparce and devoid of anything beyond the bare necessities. Not uncommon, for clone quarters. Fordo is standing close to the small desk towards the side of the room, looking up when he notices you. The way he perks up slightly isn't lost on you, though he presumably is just surprised to see you here so quickly.
And in usual nature for Fordo, he's right to the point.
"We're exiting hyperspace soon. When we drop planetside, I'd like you to take sniper support. Since our usual is still in the medbay."
Seems simple enough. You nod, making a mental note to give your rifle a once over before you head out. Not that it needs it, but you enjoy the peace of mind the action gives you. Better safe then sorry.
"Sure thing. I'll be ready by then."
He expects no less than that from you, and you haven't let him down once yet. He watches you leave, the door closing behind you. He has no need to lock it, so instead he sits back down in his chair, leaning back ever so slightly. Dark brown eyes glance to the left, and notice something unfamiliar resting on the corner of the desk.
She left her datapad here? Picking it up Fordo glances over the unlocked screen, before deciding to take a look. He doesn't really see any innate harm from it, until he starts reading and realizes just what he's gotten into.
The flush of her skin, it feels so hot to the touch it might almost boil. His cock feels almost in her stomach, impossibly deep and stretching her perfectly. Every move he makes the sound of skin on armor echoes in the small, cold confines of the room, now filled with the scent of sex.
He's rough; You feel any harder and he's going to leave marks. On your hips, thighs, the way his teeth scrape against the exposed skin of your neck.
Fordo in all his stalwart nature falters, reading the lewd words you'd written up and feels his face getting a bit hot.
The edge of the desk digging into your stomach it's impossible not to hear the way it groans until the battering it's taking, as he fucks you almost into the desk itself. Your hands grip the edge like it's a lifeline, toes curling in your boots as you feel your own wet arousal slick against your outer lips and almost leaking down your inner thighs.
"F-For-" A rough thrust of his hips cuts off your words before you even have a chance to speak them. Your legs tighten around him even has the edges of his armor rub uncomfortably against your skin, but you're too foggy minded by the way he's fucking you to care in the slightest.
You'd slipped up; And while you'd avoided using any names through hundreds, even thousands of words, you forgot and habitually wrote his name in once.
It's... Enlightening.
Fordo has long thought his secret affections for you were largely nonsense and had relegated them to a secured lockbox at the back of his head, so to see that it seems to go both ways, he's nervous but, hopeful.
He keeps reading, and soon finds himself immersed in your daydreams like they're his own.
You get back to your barracks in record time, still apt to finish your little daydream before you have to purge it from your mind again. The light flicks on the moment it sees motion, walking in the direction of your bunk. But when you reach to grab your datapad and get back to your little moment of self indulgence, you notice that it's nowhere to be seen.
Oh shit.
Where is it? You swore you'd left it here when you had gone to talk to Fordo, but then you remember that it had been in your hands, and the only option is that you'd left it behind in his quarters.
Which is an actual nightmare scenario, considering what is on it. There's more than a fair share of things you'd never want anyone to see, let alone him. You just hope you can get it back, before he gets a little bit curious. As no matter how cut and by the rules Fordo is, curiosity is a tempting beast.
Bursting off the bunk you quickly race down the halls backtracking all the way to Fordo, where you quickly open the still unlocked door. Once you do, you see the red paint of his armor, along with something in his hands. It seems like your nightmare has come true, even as you speak as if attempting to see that you've misread what is happening in front of you.
"Fordo? What are you-" He gets up from his seat, still holding the piece of technology in his hands.
"You left this behind." Your entire body freezes up. You can tell by the way he isn't exactly meeting your gaze that he absolutely saw what was on it, at minimum what you were currently working on. Gently taking it from his hands you hold it close, pursing your lips.
"You are a very good writer. At least, as far as my experience goes." Fordo hasn't exactly had the time to read to many things beyond reports in his time.
He, decides not to bring up where he'd glossed over his name, but instead uses it as fuel to say something he'd been hoping to gather up the courage to do for quite awhile.
He'll have to keep it a secret but; Kriff it. He wants a day off. With you.
"When we're back planet side, how about we get a drink." You're still wide eyed holding your datapad close, but can't help but nod.
Well, this all turned out a bit different than you'd expected. Not that you're complaining.
"Yeah, sure. I'd like that."
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Titan History: Amhuluk
Welcome once again to Monarch: After Dark, the digital gateway between you and the organisation dedicated to understanding and navigating this troubled new world we live in.
Before we begin with today's communication, we here on the After Dark team would like to take a second to thank all those who have chosen to engage with this blog so far. This blog was started to ensure better relations between Monarch and the public by being fully transparent and unbiased in the information released, and we appreciate everyone who chooses to engage, regardless of how brief.
Now, returning to business, we would like to present all we know on one of the oddest Titans currently in our bestiary; the florafauna colossus, Amhuluk.
(Pictured above: A sketch of Amhuluk, courtesy of Monarch cryptobiologist Drew E. Johnson, circa. 2021)
Monarch Database File: Amhuluk
Monarch Designation: Titanus Amhuluk
Height: 379 feet
Weight: Unknown
Nature: Bio-Pathogenic
Behavioural Classification: Destroyer
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Currently the largest known instance of "florafauna" (animals that take on biological traits similar to plants), Amhuluk is an oddity that truly has to be seen to be believed. Its true form is a disembodied head and spine, the rest of its body a collected assembly of natural resources and plant material contorted and morphed to suit the Titan's needs, through the use of bio-telepathic neurotransmitters in its head. This ability grants Amhuluk incredible camouflage, and even the ability to fly (depending on the structure it chooses to form as its body).
Amhuluk's incredible capabilities don't stop there. The Titan possesses the ability to emit toxins capable of destroying entire rivers and oceanic channels, mustering its telepathic abilities as psychic beams fired from its tendrils into the brains of its enemies, and possesses immense strength, able to "throw" parts of its body at opponents by means of telekinesis.
Perhaps fortunately for humanity, Amhuluk is not invincible. Due to the plant-based composition of its body constructs, Amhuluk is susceptible to flame-based attacks. Its regenerative powers rely heavily on Amhuluk being around further plant material that it can use, and if its head is damaged sufficiently, it could destroy the body it has created. Monarch's Rick Stanton also discovered Amhuluk's vulnerability to sonic frequencies, personally recommending the use of Van Halen's "You Really Got Me" when engaging Amhuluk.
(Pictured above: Artistic depiction of Amhuluk engaging Titanus Behemoth, prior to Godzilla's intervention, circa. 2020)
Little is known about Amhuluk's history prior to his awakening during the Monster Zero crisis, other than that he was known through ancient myth as a bringer of pestilence, disease and death. He was contained within Monarch Outpost 66, at the Manpupuner Rock Formations in Russia. Like most Titans, Amhuluk failed to reach Boston in time to witness Monster Zero's demise and Godzilla's claim to Alpha status.
Roughly around the end of 2020, Amhuluk travelled to the Amazon Rainforest, where he battled against fellow Titan Behemoth, the latest in an apparent history of grudge matches between the two. Amhuluk succeeded in breaking one of Behemoth's tusks, emerging victorious over the Titan and preparing to drown him in the river. Godzilla arrived shortly after, forcing Amhuluk away from Behemoth. The Titan recognised Godzilla's authority and backed off without further conflict.
Shortly afterward, Amhuluk returned to dormancy, seemingly under Godzilla's instruction. There have been no further incidents involving Amhuluk, though in the years since he awakened, merchandise such as statues were created of him, and other Titans such as Godzilla.
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And there we have it! We apologise for this communication being shorter than our other "Titan History" installments, though with our intel on Amhuluk being somewhat limited for now, we can only provide what we have. Should Amhuluk appear to stir trouble once again, Monarch will be there, and we will tell you all we can about it.
Until next time,
Monarch: After Dark
#monarch#monarch after dark#godzilla#monsterverse#godzilla dominion#godzilla king of the monsters#amhuluk#titans#titanus gojira
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Hi Wolf! sorry it took so long for me to answer, I usually don't use desktop lol
Got a few different options for you - hope these aren't too on the nose 🐺 !
Alpha by Little Destroyer
claws by Charli XCX
Popular Monster by Falling in Reverse
Savage Love (Laxed - Siren Beat) by Jawsh 685 & Jason Derulo
Wolf by Ivan Campo
Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off
Spotify links under the cut
Send me a 🎵 & I'll assign you a song! (or 6)
@wolfsummoner
#Assigning some 🎵#music shenanigans#set it off#ivan campo#jawsh 685#falling in reverse#charli xcx#little destroyer#music recs#asks#music#playlist snapshot#wolf
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Silly Game Time: You're alone and listening to music. Which song(s) are you singing along with?
(For me, I will always belt out "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor and "On My Way" by Maxton Waller.)
As the self-proclaimed Music Fan When The Song Comes On, the list is long. Let's see…
The Phantom of the Opera
fever dream by mxmtoon
basically any SharaX song with lyrics
basically most video game songs I've written lyrics for
Razzmatazz, Choke, and Do It All The Time by IDKHOWBTFM
The Ruler of Everything and Turn The Lights Off by Tally Hall
buttercup by Jack Stauber
Johnny Cash's Hurt cover
still feel by half alive
basically any Muse song, particularly Supermassive Black Hole
Bohemian Rhapsody
Take On Me
the acoustic cover of Take On Me
basically any Earth, Wind, & Fire song
Applause by Lady Gaga
Bring Me To Life by Evanescence
a lot of Steven Universe songs
I've Got To Find A Way from MLP
Feel Good Inc, Collar, and Rhinestone Eyes by Gorillaz
What's Up Danger
Alpha by Little Destroyer
basically any song I've heard by Malinda Kathleen Reese, UPSAHL, Digital Daggers, Alan Walker, Imagine Dragons, ABBA, Marina and the Diamonds, Fleurie, dodie, The Black Eyed Peas, Demi Lovato, Alec Benjamin, Arctic Monkeys, Unlike Pluto, Glass Animals, Selena Gomez, blackbear, Regina Spektor, Meltberry, The Everlove, Linkin Park, Nathan Wagner, AJR, Hozier, The Hoosiers, The Oh Helloes, half alive, Cavetown, Mother Mother, Saint Motel, Mystery Skulls, Troye Sivan, Paramore, Neovaii, Royal & The Serpent, Måneskin, AURORA, Jake Daniels, lola blanc, Au/Ra, penelope scott, Skott, Agnes Obel, Jon Bellion, One Hope, Three Days Grace, and Breaking Benjamin
I'm a musical nerd. I'll let you guess which ones.
Why Do You Love Me by Charlotte Lawrence
Black Sheep by Metric
This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller
Wine Red by The Hush Sound
Castle Walls by Christina Aguilera
As a Stone by Full Trunk
Hero and Born Without A Heart by Faouzia
The Fear by Ben Howard
Mordred's Lullaby
Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic
You Know It by Colony House
Phoenix by Laura Doggett
Lion by Hearts & Colors
Communication by Leon of Athens
Fukurou by Kokia
Honey I'm Home by GHOST
Look Who's Inside Again
Feral Dances by Confused Crow
Villain by Stella Jang
Onion Boy by Isaac Dunbar
Your Stupid Face
Line Without a Hook
… Okay I'm gonna stop there hahaha-
#athy rambles#Silly Game Time#whenever the topic of music comes up I feel the almost irresistible urge to never shut up again
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