@fateviled - ❝ your strength has returned. but your weakness still remains. ❞ ( megatron @ optimus<3 )
“weakness,” repeated optimus, muddling the worth over in his mouth. when had simple empathy become a weakness to the mech whom he had once– who he still truly did– hold so close to spark?
where was his poet? where was his gladiator? where was the mech that he had once desired to bond his spark to his own? at what point during the war had the WARLORD killed the LOVER? or had a young, naive orion pax simply ignored the signs of danger until they stood before the senate while he listened to megatronus’ demands for the matrix.
at one time, he could have suggested no better candidate to become prime… until that very moment where everything changed.
for a time, and he felt guilty for how much he had enjoyed that time of blissful ignorance until the lies had become too many, too obvious for him to accept, he believed himself orion pax once more. memories had clouded within his databanks which made him cling to the familiar– to his megatronus. so the other had taken him and orion had followed until he broke free, until jack was able to return him to himself.
when he recharged, he dreamed of better worlds. optimus would have liked to say they disappeared only to start again after the return of the matrix, but that would be a lie. his sleep was plagued with fluxes of the very mech before, of losing the autobots he commanded and the humans they cared for in equal measure to dreams where he was still orion pax. there he could feel the soft touch of a mech who killed in the arena yet held his archivist as though he were made of crystal. of worlds where megatron realized the path he was turning down before the war had progressed four million long, arduous years that were littered with unspeakable acts. even now, awake and facing him, optimus could feel his touch, hear his whispered voice, and long for when they would have been half of one spark, talking about the freedom they would bring to their people.
even now, optimus could forgive him, yes, even now…
“there was such a time when you spoke of oppression and meant to destroy it,” optimus told him, voice cold, but spark torn within him, “now you preach PEACE THROUGH TYRANNY and i wonder how you cannot see it's one in the same.”
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@fateviled - " you must be either very brave or very stupid to face me alone. " ( i came from ur multi to send this from megatron hehehe )
when the cybertronians had first made an appearance, anakin had heard fives say, ‘that’s a big clanker’. they didn’t even know the half of it at the time. now, staring up at megatron, leader of the robotic sleemos who called themselves decepticons, anakin wishes he had an ounce of self-preservation. he had watched this guy go toe to toe with others of his kind and come out without a scratch.
well… none of them were the chosen one.
anakin shrugged, smirking at megatron, “bit of both.” with that, he lunged forward. his lightsaber thrummed loudly next to his ear.
the bigger they were, the harder they would fall. which meant that he was going for his legs. of course, that ran the risk that he would get squished, but he was willing to take that chance. not that rex or anyone else wanted him to. but they would never understand. these were the hard choices anakin had to make to make sure everyone else survived.
little did he know his thoughts could mirror the thoughts of a young idealist. DARKNESS always lingered in the brightest of souls. it haunted the most idealistic of dreams. its smog was covering the galaxy as the two fought, not caring how a clash might affect faith. there was a chessmaster already assured of his victory over the light. what did he care if his future champion fought a being over ten times his size?
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@fateviled gets an ot3 thing!
Parker has been bouncing off the walls practically all afternoon. They'd gotten Hardison out of the apartment on some errand with Sophie–– though what she had them doing was anybody's guess–– and had set to work. Parker loves any excuse to celebrate: holidays, birthdays, you name it. Eliot is quite the opposite, always preferring to set expectations low and avoid the stress, the heartache, the disappointment. But Parker's enthusiasm is infectious, and besides... it's their guy's birthday. No sense in not going all out. He'd probably never forgive them if they didn't.
And so, Eliot's got a whole big dinner set up (plus a birthday cake with big number candles, at Parker's insistence) and their favorite cat burglar is curling the ends of balloon ribbons. (They're everywhere, the balloons, and Eliot knows full well if they're up late enough, the other two will get him to inhale helium and say whatever they ask him to).
They'd picked up a new gaming laptop and gear for him as a gift; it all sits wrapped on the coffee table. Eliot had insisted they buy it fair and square from a small family owned electronics store, and when Parker had lifted an external mouse, he'd made her go back and buy it for real. Now the money they'd used? Yeah, you could call that stolen, sure, but they'd have to draw the line somewhere.
Hardison's key just starts to click in the lock and while Eliot's washing his hands in the kitchen sink, Parker is off like a rocket, barreling into the hacker's arms before he's even in the door.
"Happy Birthday, Alec!" Eliot hears her warble, and he can practically see little hearts popping up around her head as she pushes her cheek against his. The two men make eye contact over her shoulder and Eliot smiles, wiping his hands off with the dish towel.
"Happy Birthday, baby."
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no memes but this inbox is my home now >:(((
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they had hoped to use her, to make her the tool they could not make of her hidden daughter. rey had been young, but so strong in the force, stronger than kaidea herself. the mother was a consolation prize when they could not find her daughter. so they had tried to break her, twist her, and they had failed. and so, the sith had shelved her, put her in stasis. she didn’t know who now revived her, picked up a scrap of metal to use as a weapon as the door opened. they’d allowed her time to recover from the hibernation sickness, but that didn’t mean she trusted them.
not until-- ‘ rey? ‘ the improvised weapon clattered to the ground, but otherwise, she remained frozen. the girl was older than the girl she had left on jakku, but the force didn’t lie. ‘ you are rey, aren’t you? ‘
@fateviled kaidea for rey!
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@fateviled said: ❝ whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have. ❞ (from dominik<3)
song of achilles rp starters
Half of their regiment is missing, having marched north two days prior, leaving Nikolai in charge of those who remained. They were supposed to be back by now. Actually, they were supposed to be back six hours ago. There’s no reason they should be tardy, except if...
Nikolai readjusts his pack and surveys the group. Every single one of them is tired and hungry and very much in need of a bath. They have a choice: Either march toward Ulensk, where they are due to make camp by sunset tomorrow, or rescue their brothers in arms.
As I always have. Nikolai’s gaze locks with Dominik’s, almost as if no other opinion in the group matters. “We head north, lads. See how far we can go before sundown. We make camp wherever we end up.”
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@fateviled - ❛ i’m here fore you. today. tomorrow. every day for the rest of your life. ❜ (from hera)
ezra's breath shook in his chest as he listened to hera. it felt like the day the ghost crew had come back for HIM. yet, now, it was just a moment so simple-- a late, sleepless night with ezra unable to sleep, plagued by both zeb's snoring and disappointing the crew who had taken him in.
hera had found him, curled up in the co-pilot's seat like a lolth-cat. ezra had tried to make himself small so no one would notice him. hera, checking on the ship's auto-pilot, had noticed him anyway. some plan.
he swallowed thickly, saliva doing nothing to parch his dry throat. it felt sticky yet arid, words caught there like it was flypaper. he finally managed a disgruntled scoff, though his voice nearly cracked as he spoke, "even if i mess up?"
ice seemed to travel through his veins. the face of master luminara unduli haunting his dreams. they couldn't save her-- she had already been gone. when it wasn't her, it was the grand inquisitor with his yellow eyes STALKING his every move. every where he went, ezra seemed to FAIL. how many times could he fail before hera's words rung hollow?
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* ‘ it’s dangerous to go looking for the dead. ‘ ( from irene? 👉👈 ) › @fateviled , prompt [ … ] accepting
if she even tries to reach for her , she'll make sure to leave bitemarks sink her teeth into pale skin until she feels tendons rip inbetween . but for now , she closes her knuckles , tight , feeling nails threaten to tear the skin of her palms . maybe , if she did , it'd help stifle down the anger , the rage , the vitriol … ❝ you don't say. ❞ these are the first words she's told devil clad in white since her entrance , spoken in a low-hiss / SPIT OUT BETWEEN CHAPPED , CRIMSON LIPS . the first words she had ever spoken to her , now that she thought about it .
she slides her eyes closed , inhales deeply : ❝ what is it to you , trent ? ❞ an accusation dwells inside her voice , like she's done something personally to her , was putting her on trial when addison had always meant for the roles to be reversed , had done countless horrors for it . ❝ do you plan on taking away more of my friends ? if so , i can think of a hundred ways to make you change your mind . ❞
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@fateviled said:
i do know i don’t want anyone else to die. ( from inej )
THERE’S A PAUSE IN HELLHOUND’S TASK, hands working nimbly to disassemble one of her handguns where she sits on the rooftop. dark eyes flick to the silhouette crouched on a pipe running between the roofs. ❝ by anyone else, you mean your master. dirtyhands. yeah? ❞ you’re no less a hound than i, she wants to snarl out as well, but she holds her tongue. it’s too late at night for the full scope of her thorns. ❝ ... well. if it helps, you can stop fretting over that. he doesn’t fit my profile. ❞
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@fateviled sent: ❛ things aren’t always what they seem in this place . ❜ ( from hecate )
“i’m starting to understand the more father allows me to explore the underworld. do you have any advice for me, lady hecate? what is your experience here? what are somethings you’ve seen? if you don’t mind my asking.”
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“ if i tell you to leave me behind, would you listen? ” ( fives @ echo )
“no,” echo said, without hesitation, without even thinking. he cleared his throat a little, “rule number one. never leave a man behind.” the words came easy, a mantra that he had repeated time and again since the final days of their cadet-hood.
but it was more than that.
fives was MORE. of five batch-mates, only two remained. he and fives had been closer with each other than with the rest of their batch. even if it had been fives who had strapped him with the name echo. names were important to fives in a way echo wasn’t sure he fully understood. but it didn’t make him any less loyal to his vod.
it didn’t mean that echo could afford to lose him like they had lost hevy, cutup, and droidbait. echo would see himself FALL before any true harm came to fives. not that he ever said that out loud. echoes repeated after all-- they did not speak with their own voice.
life had not been kind to any clone, but echo felt the searing weight of it all each day. a sadness had settled into his chest that was not inclined to leave him. yet, fives remained his SUNLIGHT, his pathway away from the storm clouds that followed him. they were vode, tight-knit and ever intertwined. at least, that was how echo chose to see it.
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@fateviled ➤ {rex}
being who he was, like his brothers, meant that there were many negative aspects in life. the only memorable moments of his had begun after he’d joined the war, and before that… there was only kamino and their facilities. for the clones, that had been all they were meant to need — not lives as the rest of the galaxy did, but the purpose and the fight. truthfully, rex can’t help but think if maybe it wouldn’t be easier to work under anyone that wasn’t general skywalker. it was the man’s resolute compassion that would make anyone wonder what existed beyond purpose. as if rex had already been reckless before, one misstep away from insubordination. but anakin had never been weary of that, had almost encouraged it at times.
that easy smile comfortable on his lips, he gives a gentle tip of his glass to the other. “happy to be of service, general.” and he is, more than he can say. except that truth feels too heavy on his chest, so instead he wears a grin, eyes twinkling with mirth as he glances towards the viewport. “i don’t imagine any of the other troopers would be as eager to assist with your reports as i am.” nor would they have the patience to, he suspected. but this was just one more thing rex didn’t mind if it meant helping anakin.
looking out at the city below them holds nothing for rex, gaze scanning the familiarity and knowing it was not home to him. the concept of home to him was odd one. it wasn’t kamino, isn’t concord dawn, or mandalore, (could a home be a person? it was as much as he knew of one.) but it certainly wasn’t coruscant. unwilling to let those conflicting feelings overwhelm him, he looks back towards his general. that’s no better; he could get lost in observing the other for hours. the gentle curving of his hair against his neck, mouth soft when it shifts with his words. clearheaded, rex would never allow himself to even acknowledge the thought, but here… he can’t help but dwell on the way the other’s lips move as they speak his name, and he finds himself subconsciously leaning forward, drawn to anakin skywalker’s gravity. not the first time, no, but certainly the first time his thoughts derail; stuck on the thought of skywalker’s lips.
but he’s drunk, not stupid, and he silently shakes his head, setting his drink down after a second. anakin was his commanding officer. they were at war, a war that would one day end, and give his general the chance to lead the life he wanted, with the person he loved. the person rex knew he loved, and who loved him back as fiercely as he loved her.
a snort escapes anakin with a rather undignified wrinkle of his nose. rex had made light of his, truthfully, very earnest comment, but it hardly mattered. LIGHT had taken root within his chest, blooming like a flower with bright, warm petals. anakin wasn’t hurt, just reveling in the truth. there were few others who would stay with him to help with flimsiwork of all things, even with the allure of drinks to go with them.
sitting with rex, anakin felt like the jedi he should be. just as he did with padme. yet, spending time with his captain lacked the constant claw in the back of his head that reminded him that his marriage was secret. LOVING PADME COULD NEVER BE WRONG. he believed that with his whole heart… but he knew the draw of attachment would always cause him to stumble. there was nothing stopping him from enjoying rex. from totally centering himself in rex’s light.
as he thought, he lifted his bottle to his lips, taking a drink. at the same time, he heard the tell-tale sound of rex setting down his drink. fluctuations danced about them in the force. anakin turned, looking to the clone to see if something had changed in such a short time.
each clone was unique. rex was no exception. beyond blond hair, anakin knew rex by his shape. each clone had a trimmed chest with a thinner waist, but anakin knew all of rex’s lines, where his chest curved into his smaller waist, thinner than some clones and thicker than others. he knew rex’s arm muscles, each curve of them and their strength. even rex’s neck, how he might tilt or stretch it, alerted him to who he was looking at. anakin knew all of rex.
HOW LONG COULD ONE STARE AT A PIECE OF ART BEFORE ADMIRATION BECAME WORSHIP?
“you really are the best,” anakin told him, know there was still a hint of alcohol on his tongue, in his breath. he didn’t partake in drinking a lot, but he knew his walls came down when he did. perhaps that was why he didn’t. who knew what other secrets he might reveal to rex that no one else knew. two hands tugged on his heart, splitting it between telling rex EVERYTHING and telling rex NOTHING. how long could he keep the man who bathed him in light in the dark?
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@fateviled asked: ❛ there is a possibility i am now hallucinating . ❜ ( medea t @ sam? )
sam’s eyebrows flick up and she freezes. “whoa–– wait, like really? do you want some water–– do you need to sit down?” probably not the best thing to bombard medea with questions if she is, in fact, hallucinating, but sam can’t help it; she’s a worrier. it's especially anxiety-producing when she knows how intense medea's visions can be.
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@fateviled asked: ❝ honestly i can’t sleep, so if you wanna stay up with me? ❞ (elian @ aurora sorry, already failed step one) / staying the night prompts.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 the door isn’t a complete surprise — aurora can hear elian’s mind just as loud as callum’s and baz’s. they’re all filled with so much conflict and pain, and she’s the unwilling spectator, try as she might to block the noise out. elian’s struggles are unlike her own, but still she can relate, a displaced child with powers too great for their own good. she can’t imagine what it’s like to learn your own father put a tracker in you, but she isn’t ignorant to problems with fathers either, at least. the girl opens the door with a timid smile, still apprehensive around all members of the mansion. < i wasn’t sleeping either. > she signs back, glancing back over her shoulder at the bed. sketchbook still open, with scattered pencil drawings inside, aurora sighs before turning back, motioning for elian to come in. she climbs back on the bed, crawling to the furthest corner from him without even realizing; SHE DOESN’T LIKE PEOPLE NEAR HER, and she doesn’t want elian to touch her, though she hasn’t given him the chance to prove his hands aren’t evil like so many were before. it feels unnecessary still, considering the massive bed she’s still getting used to puts an ocean of space between them. (it’s too soft to sleep on, she thinks: when used to concrete, a soft bed feels as if it’s swallowing her whole). pulling her knees against her chest, aurora looks at elian again, and she can tell he feels like as much of a stranger in this place as she does. she’s not ure if it makes her feel better or not. waving her hand to get his attention again, she begins to sign. < can i be honest with you? i haven’t really seen too many movies, like the one we watched a few nights ago. and it seems impossible to find a place to start. > she keeps her movements slow enough so elian can follow, knowing he’s still learning, but she can’t help the flush of embarrassment she feels after the admission. aurora doubts it was elian’s intention to set her on this path, the movie being a distraction for another restless night; but she hasn’t stopped thinking about it.
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 goes exposing her naivety. < we don’t have to watch any, if you don’t want. we could just talk. or sit here. > her hands move faster now, conveying her anxiety far more than she’d like, and the telepath can’t help but internally groan and roll her eyes at herself. the last thing she wants is more looks filled with PITY AND HEARTBREAK, received every time she reveals something else about her time as a captive, and yet she is the one digging her own grave since she can’t keep her damn hands still, thoughts racing just as fast. biting her lip, she manages an awkward smile, before continuing. < i’m sorry, i really don’t know how to do… > she trails off, letting out a pathetic laugh, dropping her head against her knees. great, elian is going to think she’s an idiot. < this. any of it. > she signs without looking up, only peaking up after she’s finished, still trying to manage the shy smile. she’s never had a friend — sure, she had them in elementary school, but those childhood friendships didn’t exactly stick around in aurora’s life — this is a completely new experience, SOMETHING FAR MORE MEANINGFUL, that she feels like she’s messing up with every step. finally, she rests her chin against her knees, wide eyes searching elian’s for judgment and malice. (she finds none, not that she expected to find any in the first place). < i think i make better company than baz, at least. > aurora jokes, another soft laugh passing her lips. the other man had a good heart, one she could tell callum saw too, but he spoke without thinking sometimes, letting his emotions guide him, and that heart had been broken too many times too young. aurora is just an awkward mess; it has to be at least a little more bearable. < i’ll shut up, i promise. > elian certainly didn’t come for her nonverbal babbling, after all.
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‘ would it help if i were to swear not to bring anything back from the dead this time? ‘ understandably, she had taken somewhat of a sabbatical from her beloved egypt. nearly bringing about the end of the world did tend to make one long for the comfort of a warm fire and a nearly endless supply of tea. and, also understandably, she hadn’t even been back in the country for a single day before she caught sight of the medjay shadowing her. well, it wasn’t as if she had the greatest track record. ‘ or will i be escorted the entire time i’m here? ‘
@fateviled evy for ardeth!
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@fateviled SC (wylan)
“you might as well ask.”
with the way he stared. eyes curious and studious. it was some moments like that he reminded her achingly of her brother. lips pressed into a tight line as she deftly drew her knife across the stone, sharpening the edge and cleaning the blade till it shone with her reflection rather than carrying on the stain of crimson that sometimes dressed it. she knew kaz had left rumors swirl about her as much as they did him and for the most part it served to benefit them all. the spider. the wraith. but she knew that wylan might be one of the few brave enough to have the courage to voice it if he didn’t feel the need to ask permission.
still, it was because of that semblance of familiarity that she spoke again softly. “i know you have questions about me. go on.”
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