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We saw our last set of Valentine's Day cards circling around again so we made new ones!! (no spoilers)
Hope you enjoy these! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, OUTCASTS!!! 💘
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#R:O memes#radio: outcast#R:O#radio outcast pod#audio drama#fiction podcast#Charles Osgood#Jesse Rogers#Helix#Coda#R:O Holidays#valentines day#valentines day cards#Spectra#Salvandar#the Heavens#Quarter the horse
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Shocking to no one who might know me, Charles instantly became my favorite from Radio: Outcast <3
#radio: outcast#radio outcast#radio outcast pod#Charles Osgood#i simply like a smooth talking gay motherfucker#lucifer kane :handshake: charles osgood: i don't know yet but i will think of something
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I am a man full of surprises. During a brief tour through Boston I drank cacao wine with a ballet dancer from Berlin. He was quite adept. Classically trained, no doubt. The hotel lobby proved an ample space to demonstrate his talents.
(listing off) Butterfly, Grand Battement en Rond, seven or eight Double Tours, oh, it was quite a marvel. Then he asked for my own demonstration, if I had any.
Of course, I'd only learned from the ballroom peripheries. But an attempt, I did make. I managed one plie and a saute before my limbs quarreled. He found my initial attempts charming enough to provide some lessons.
One day off of finishing Radio: Outcast and I can’t stop thinking about Charles and his time with the ballet dancer
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for the random number 1-70, how about number 12?
RADIO: Outcast! A fantasy Western following a trio of wonderful protagonists: a goddess of sound, a cowboy, and a conman, now unlikely allies. Listen for lovely and varied representation, smooth narration supported by skillful sound design, and the only pod I know of where your faves go to a roller disco in the Wild West. A unique adventure in the best way.
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Audio Drama Podcasts to Listen to Based Off of Unprepared Casters Arcs
Some spoilers for the arcs and pods and also im not consistent in the explanations, you just have to trust me bro ♡
also i dont mention everything so follow the link on your fav arc(s) at least please
Arc 1, Dragons in Dungeons
Inn Between
You want classic dnd? This is classic dnd. Inn Between tells the story of a dnd adventuring party (no this isn't an actual play) in the moments between the adventure. The adventure is only seen in the previously on/up coming section and if it happens to go on in the Inn. Character focused, you really get to delve into the characters (and the meta players! See arc 7*)
Arc 2, Lovejoy's Four
Second Star to the Left
This is for the fans of the gay cats. Space romance between a scout explorer preparing a planet for settlement and her scout minder, a voice in her ear for a couple hours a week. theres some crime, no cats, and a lot about connections between people.
Arc 3, Gonna Raise Hell
The Strange Case of Starship Iris
Gay Smugglers in Space are trying to solve a mystery and then take down a big power thats not doing whats best for its people. this also could have worked for arc 2 but its here instead for the crew and their history together.
Arc 4, Orb is Life
In Transit
Listen. im not a sportsball person. have a space murder mystery/mystery. it relates i promise
Arc 5, Lives of the Party
Someone Dies in this Elevator
Theres Always An Elevator And Someone Always Dies.
Arc 6, The Glacerian Trail
What Will Be Here?
I havent actually listened to wwbh, but its about building and living on a doomed planet. Which feels fitting to the arc where people are trying to survive against the odds, and in Beryl's case, how to live with the odds.
Arc 7. Wizards off the Coast
Inn Between
Surprise! This one's on here twice, this is one of my favorites so I feel no guilt about it. For arc 7 I specifically recommend season 3 and 4, just because it's a new group with the same meta players! We know it's the same group playing dnd and we can start to see threads between their characters, that we will get to see if it continues into season 5 with the other new party we get to meet. It's not the same as a group returning as the same characters but its similar enough imo. Really though, I recommend the whole show
Arc 8, The King is Dead
RADIO: Outcast
This ones kinda a wild card. a western for the high politics? yea uh its on here because i dont listen to high politics but i think the people who like the character dynamics will find this interesting as well.
Arc 9, Once Upon a Crime
Starfall
Storybook fae magic with your coworkers-turned-family. need i say more
Arc 10, Daggers Out
Re: Dracula
This ones not out yet. It's the podcast version of Dracula Daily, but with all the add ons that podcasts have. Voice actors, sound effects, editing to remove the unnecessary bigotry, soundtracks, ect ect. I put this here for the vampires, just go check out their tumblr honestly
#unprepared casters#disclaimer that these are all (mostly) pods that i listen to and thus cater to my taste so if you dont like it i apologize#ok here we go lemme know if you enjoy my reccs
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Hiyaaa
I'm thinking of listening to radio outcast and night shift..... Have u listened to them?? If u have could u tell me about the basic vibe of the story, the characters, etc
Thank you<3333
Both underrated and very well made productions. They feature very good soundwork, both in quality and design, a solid cast of VAs, and excellent cover art. The writing isn't life-changing but is good, just more in the entertaining sense. Both also have official art of all major characters if that's something you're interested in.
RADIO: Outcast has a sillier vibe (expected with comedy as a second genre) but intentionally so. The characters are wacky and memorable, though with a major cast of about four, you're unlikely to get mixed up anyway.
The main characters are Charles, a sharply dressed, self-impressed master conman who seems to be able to get himself into, and occasionally out of, any sort of trouble imaginable. Helix, former messenger goddess of sound who's spent the last few decades partying, but after being cast out by her abusive ex-girlfriend is now stuck in the 1880s instead of the 1980s. And Jesse, a young cowboy with a perfect shot, strong sense of duty and general dislike of social situations, seeking to avenge his father (and is unfortunately now stuck with these two).
They're also crowdfunding for season 2 for another week
Night Shift fills a very specific personal need: fictional investigation/indie docudrama podcast (big fan), but, in an urban fantasy setting. This flavour of urban fantasy is humans only, just with magic. In the setting, major magics have been gone some time, but elements of it are everywhere including:
Small inherited magic such as perfectly recalling a memory from a photo you took or luminescent threads in your hair
Magi-biotech which is grueling to induce, tightly controlled, and mimics superpowers
The ability for remaining ambient magic to warp people to various degrees, body and mind, into Shades, who are poorly understood and potentially powerful, but rarely ever the threat most people think they are
Rare, small phemomena also caused by ambient magic which may include holes in reality
More of a serious tone, but it doesn't take itself uncomfortably seriously either.
There's a lot of characters, but Sebastian, the lead, is a good presenter and will introduce them all, sometimes more than once. A decent number of characters have very distinct voices, and there's always transcripts. They're a decent crowd, some stand out more than others. Sebastian himself is a good balance of sharp and clever and an absolute dumbass. He has a strong sense of justice but open willingness to change his opinions on new information, which I think is a good combination for a reporter, but his drive and impulse might not be such a good fit as a barista.
Majority queer characters as is common for pods, though being early days a lot is still word of god (processing how surreal that would've been a decade ago. "Majority queer characters as is standard.").
Profiles under the cut.
RADIO: Outcast
Synopsis, via the official website [accessed 2022-06-17]:
"When Helix, the Messenger God of Sound, gets yanked from the 1980s and sent to the 1880s by her abusive ex-lover, the God of Time, she must forge unlikely alliances with two humans: Jesse, a cowboy out for revenge, and Charles, a conman running from his past. The three of them embark on a journey across the American West, each with their own goals and secrets waiting to be revealed.
Throughout the season, the characters' travels take them to dangerous wastelands, the lawless town of Deadwood, roller rinks in the middle of nowhere, a magical showboat on the Missouri River, and many more unexpected places. Magic and the American West collide in this kooky western about three strangers struggling to work together"
Genres: Western, fantasy, comedy, with sci-fi elements.
Available on: All major podcasting apps, Spotify.
Transcripts: Available on the website in pdf format [link]
Content Warnings: Spoken at the start of each episode (included in the transcript)
On Tumblr [here]
Night Shift: An Urban Fantasy Audio Drama
Synopsis, via the podcast feed [accessed 2022-06-17]:
"Sebastian Fen finds himself entangled in a series of unexplainable events in Echor City, from the conspiracies surrounding the biotechnology giant Augur Corp to the secrets of the magical anomalies that transform those who encounter them into the stuff of nightmares...
Night Shift is a queer-led, serialized docudrama. Elements of magic, science fiction, mystery, and mild horror throughout."
Genres: Urban fantasy, investigation, "true" crime.
Available on: All major podcasting apps, Spotify.
Transcripts: Linked in the description of each episode as a google-drive hosted pdf.
Content Warnings: Written out in the description of each episode
On Tumblr [here]
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Stream => Whizbanger Show Podcasts => ĭownload the app => Google Play or Apple Store Tune in to MMH The Home Of Rock Radio every Friday from 2-4 PST | 10-midnight GMT to hear The Whizbanger Show. The Labels/PR : Avantgarde Music, Helter Skelter Productions, Interstellar Smoke Records, Kingside Records, Placeless Records, Psycho Records, Radio Tripoli Discos, Regain Records, Ruidoteka Records, Sabbra Cadabra, Witches Brew The Bands : 1000 Odios, Amulett, The Black Furs, Comarca, Fulanno, Hermetica, Inferous, Los Antiguos, Moodoom, Nostone, Puresonic Outcasts, Ruinas, Sahara, Serpent Cobra, Steelballs, Vlad, Xenotaph, Ysyry Mollvun Please also invite your pals to like The Whizbanger Show on Twitter, Insta, and FB - if you want your music featured on the one and only Whizbanger Show, gimme a holler! Please share the pod and tag me (and the show) in your post. Miss the show? Wanna hear it again? Have at the podcast, my friends, and enjoy! The Whizbanger Show #121 Argentinian Metal Edition 22 April 2022
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Listen FREE via the web site or our own app! Meatloaf – Runnin' for the Red Light (I Gotta Life)Ĭatch Skid every Sunday between 1200-1400 GMT only on MMH – The home of rock radioĮmail any future requests via or Tweet him #SHOL Monster Magnet - Negasonic Teenage Warheadīruce Springsteen - The Ghost of Tom Joad This show includes the following playlist – Missed the latest Skid's House of Loud Show first aired on Sunday 24th April playing 2 hours of classic rock and metal spanning genres as well as decades? Normal business will be resumed next week, 2 hours of fresh, happy, shiny tunes from 8pm via As always send any suggestions/requests or complaints to House of Loud 207 24.04.22 Shadows Fall - stepping outside the circle The Cooper Temple Clause - been training dogs This week saw the return of one of my favourite annual shows, the show where we step back in time two decades and look at what and who was kicking stuff out twenty years ago.Īs its 2022 it means we are looking at 2002. Dancing With The Dead 20 Years Show 2002 Edition
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Podcasts I’ve listened to:
A Voice from Darkness
Alice Isn’t Dead*
Archive 81 💕
Ars Paradoxica*
Believer*
Camlann
Camp Here and There*
Caravan*
Cascadia
Celeritas 💕
City of Ghosts
Deadly Manners
Death by Dying
Distractible 💕
Do You Copy?
Down
Duggan Hill 💕
Dungeons and Daddies 💕
Eos 10
Geist
Grotto
Haunted House Flippers 💕
Hello from the Hallowoods 💕
How I Died
I Am in Eskew
Jar of Rebuke
Kakos Industries
Kane and Feels: Day Trippers
Kings Fall AM 💕 💀
Limetown
Lost Terminal
Malevolent 💕
Marsfall*
Middle:Below
Midnight Burger
Monstica
Moonbase Theta, Out*
Null/Void
Old Gods of Appalachia*
Out of Place 💕
Paired*
Parkdale Haunt
Patient 33*
RABBITS
Radio Outcast
Red Valley 💕
Redwood Bureau*
Sayer*
SCP Archives
SCP: Find Us Alive
SPINES Podcast
Spirit Box Radio*
Station Blue
The Adventure Zone*
The Amelia Project
The Antique Shop
The Cellar Tapes
The Callisto Protocol: Helix Station*
The Dead Letter Office of Somewhere, Ohio 💕
The Department of Variance of Somewhere, Ohio
The Hidden People*
The Left Right Game*
The Magnus Archives* 💕
The Milkman of St. Gaff’s
The Mistholme Museum
The Penumbra Podcast 💕
The NoSleep Podcast 💕
The Patron Saint of Suicides*
The Petrol Station
The Sheridan Tapes 💕
The Town Whispers*
The White Vault 💕
Tides
Tower 4
Unwell
VAST Horizon*
Victoria’s Lift*
Weeping Cedars*
Welcome To Nightvale*
WOE.BEGONE*
Wolf 359 💕
Wooden Overcoats*
*- pods i have stopped listening to for one reason or other, not necessarily for good
💕- pods I Love
💀- shows that have been cancelled
Pods on my To Listen to list:
Among the Stars and Bones
Attention HellMart Shoppers
Bastard Fur
Blake Skye: Private Eye
Brimstone Valley Mall
Care and Feeding of Werewolves
Crystal Blue
D&D is for Nerds
Dark tome
Darkest Night
Dead Waves
Delivery
Derelict
Dining in the Void
Don’t Mind Cruxmont
Dos: After You
Edict Zero: FIS
Elixir
Entropy
Escaping Denver
Fate and the Fablemaidens
Finding Atlas (To Have & To Hold)
Ghostpuncher Corps
Greater Boston
Harbor
Haunted Places
Hell Gate City Companion
Hello From the Magic Tavern
In Strange Woods
Interference
Janus Descending
Jarnsaxa Rising
Jim Robbie and the Wanderers
Lake Clarity
Less is Morgue
Liars & Leeches
Margaret’s Garden
Mirrors
Monstrous Agonies
Mordeo
Murray Mysteries
My Town
Myths and Legends
Not Another D&D Podcast
Nowhere, On Air
Olive Hill
Paralyzed
Project Nova
Rapture 518
Red Riding Hoods
Residents of Proserpina Park
Rude Tales of Magic
Solar Postal
Stellar Firma
The Beacon
The Black Tapes
The Blood Crow Stories
The Children of Room 56
The Dark Tome
The Deep Vault
The Demonic Tapes
The Glass Appeal
The Heart of Ether
The Line
The London Necropolis Railway
The Magnus Protocol
The Night Post
The Orphans
The Secret of St. Kilda
The Shadow Files of Morgan Knox
The Silt Verses
The Six Disappearances of Ella McCray
The Storage Papers
The Strange Case of Starship Iris
The Strata
The Triangle
The Vanishing Act
The Wicked Library
Thirteen
TRUTHcast
Under Pressure
Unseen
Wake of Corrosion
We Fix Space Junk
Within the Wires
Wormwood
I’m open to pod recs! I enjoy horror/myster/sci fi pods especially those with a prominent LGBTQIA+ characters :3
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Episode: His Sister’s Keeper
Rating: Mature
Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.
Fandom: CW’s The 100
Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake
LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)
My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee
Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.
Chapter Sixteen
When I got to my tent, I was surprised to find that Octavia wasn’t there and I noticed that nothing had been moved since I was last there this morning, indicating that she also hadn’t returned since then. It hit me all at once that I hadn’t seen her in camp all day and I rushed out of the tent to do a search of the area. I checked in every tent that I passed and asked everyone I saw, but no one knew anything about her activities for the day. My attention was caught by a lit torch and I saw Bellamy and Clarke hurriedly making their way toward the dropship. I jogged up to them and blocked their path.
“Have either of you seen Octavia? I can’t find her.” I panted, already becoming breathless in my panic. I felt terrible for not noticing her absence sooner and my mind obsessed over all the things that could have happened to her in an entire day. When I met Bellamy’s eyes, his expression matched mine.
“No, I haven’t seen her since this morning.” His voice broke with worry as he spoke and it only added to my nerves. It seemed that he had realised not long before me that she was missing.
“This is bad.” I replied nervously, feeling the terror build in my stomach as I reflected on this information, realising that the last time she’d been seen was after finding out about Bellamy. He watched me with a curious expression, likely following the same train of thought.
“We’ve got a few places left to check before we panic.” Clarke answered calmly in an attempt to be the voice of reason. I knew she was used to controlling situations, but when it came to Octavia there was no controlling Bellamy or I.
“You do that, I’ll start waking people and gather a search party.” I replied, immediately turning on my heel and leaving them before anyone could protest. I made my way around the tents, gathering the members of Bellamy’s militia and other capable fighters. I jumped as Jasper appeared behind me and looked skeptically at his nervous form. “What are you doing here?” I asked, watching him carefully.
“Octavia’s missing, I have to help.” His expression was resolute and determined, but I could still sense the anxiety in his posture and movements. I was reluctant to encourage him, as he hadn’t left camp since we had recovered him and from Octavia’s accounts he was still jumpy and unpredictable. I didn’t want to make him feel pressured into a situation that he wasn’t ready for.
“Jasper, I’m thankful for your help and I know you care about Tavi, but are you sure you’re up for this?” I asked gently, trying my best not to undermine him. The last thing I wanted to do was to destroy his confidence, but if he were to come with us I needed to know that I could rely on him.
“I’m sure.” He smiled in what he clearly thought was a confident manner and I squeezed his arm in support. I nodded in acceptance before continuing to gather people. Once I’d accumulated a crowd, I returned to find Bellamy addressing them.
“Hey everybody, gather around and grab a weapon.” He dropped a sheet full of a variety of makeshift weapons that we had been working on for a while. “My sister’s been out there alone for 12 hours. Arm up, we’re not coming back without her.” He stated and people moved to prepare for the journey.
I stepped forward without hesitation, and picked up a curved blade with red wire wrapped around the handle, nodding to Bellamy. I then rushed back to my tent to pick up some additional supplies I’d been collecting: my usual dagger, some strips of fabric for bandages, a water bottle, amongst other useful items. I’d decided a few days ago to keep things ready for a crisis, as it seemed to be happening on the regular and I was glad now that I’d done this. I returned to the group once ready, expecting to find them ready to depart but instead everyone was gathered together staring up at the sky. When I looked up, I saw a shower of lights making their way to Earth and my stomach dropped as I considered what they were likely to be.
“They didn’t work.” Raven’s voice caught my attention as she joined us, closely behind Finn and Clarke. I raised my eyebrows at the sight of the two of them together, but quickly pushed my thoughts of them from my mind. “They didn’t see the flares.” She breathed in an emotional tone.
“A meteor shower tells you that?” Bellamy asked confidently and my stomach lurched for him. I knew he was already on edge from all of his secrets and even more so with Octavia missing. I feared what was about to come out may be enough to push him over the edge and although I was full of conflicted emotions for him myself, I needed him in his best state of mind for Octavia right now.
“It’s not a meteor shower, it’s a funeral. Hundreds of bodies being returned to the Earth from the Ark. This is what it looks like from the other side.” Clarke explained with a pointed look to Bellamy and I watched his crestfallen expression nervously. A pit formed in my stomach as I watched the way Clarke looked at him and I felt dread creeping down my neck at the thought that he may have done something else foolish to cause it. She turned back to look at Raven. “They didn’t get our message.” She confirmed and signed in upset. Raven turned her furious expression to Bellamy, who looked away in shame.
“This is all because of you!” She spat, lurching forward for him before Finn dragged her back. I was surprised at the extremity of her reaction and felt the dread growing as I waited for an explanation.
“I helped you find the radio!” Bellamy growled defensively, pointing a finger in her face and I sighed. It wasn’t usually a good sign when he got defensive in this way.
“Yeah, after you jacked it from my pod and trashed it!” She lunged at him again as she yelled, despite being held by Finn. My eyes widened at her words and I allowed myself to cover my face with my hands. I was tired of finding new incidents of his reckless behaviour and couldn’t believe he had gone to such lengths to cover his own problems. I sighed loudly in frustration, before uncovering my face to see Clarke addressing him again.
“Yeah, he knows. Now he has to live with it.” She stared him down as she spoke, and I could feel the weight of her words as he squirmed under her stare. I watched him look up to the sky again and for a few moments I could see the vulnerability in his eyes as the lights continued to descend upon us. Every one of them was a life that was now on his conscience and I struggled to comprehend just how he must be feeling at the moment. Although I was furious with him, I also knew that a large number of this camp depended on him and Clarke’s strength to survive. He turned his gaze back to us.
“All I know is my sister is out there and I’m gonna find her.” He stated in a matter of fact manner, but I could still spot the telltale signs of shock in him. I knew that I would have to discuss this with him at some point, but for now I could only focus on my need to find Octavia. If that meant supporting him for the time being, I would do it, as I knew he was the only person as determined to do whatever necessary to bring her home as me. “You coming or what?” He asked, looking over to me pointedly and I had a feeling that he was following the same train of thought that I was. I stepped over to him first, planting myself firmly in front of him and fixing him with a furious expression.
“For Octavia.” I answered sternly, ensuring my meaning passed to him and he nodded back nervously. I would stay by his side to find his sister, but this wasn’t over; I still had plenty to say.
“What are we waiting for? Move out!” He yelled to the rest of the group, not able to bring his eyes to me again.
I followed him out of the camp as just another part of the crowd and we made our way into the woods to start our search. We kept close enough together not to lose anyone but spread the group over a large area to look for any sign of her. We walked mostly in silence, focused on the task at hand and as I reached the front of the group Bellamy fell into step with me. For the first time in a while, it was uncomfortable between us and I kept my gaze away from him as I walked, able to feel him doing the same. I was overly conscious of the fact that we weren’t alone, with so many surrounding us and Roma right behind. Bellamy cleared his throat awkwardly, before speaking under his breath.
“I just want you to know, I had reasons for what I did-”
“I can’t talk to you about this right now. I need to focus on finding Octavia, and I need you to do the same.” I cut him off with a stern voice to ensure that he didn’t try to confide in me and he shrank back into himself, nodding in response. I was all too aware of the possibility of being overheard and I knew that if he wanted to discuss this, I’d want to mention the events on the Ark.
“Look, over here!” A voice ahead of us caught our attention and saved us both from the awkward feeling that we were sharing. We rushed ahead to find John pointing down a steep hill and looked down with uncertainty.
“What is it?” Bellamy asked in confusion and I shared the feeling as I glanced around, unable to see anything worth calling us over for.
“Right there.” John pointed down to a bush at the bottom. “You see it? Is that Octavia’s?” I noticed a tiny strip of fabric caught in the bush and my eyes met Bellamy’s in a moment of panic.
“Rope.” He ordered, turning to the others to set up a route down to it. I watched him in surprise, he’d been acting like such an idiot recently that I forgot he could be sensible. Finn pushed his way through the crowd and approached Bellamy in confusion.
“What are you doing?” He asked, glancing around at us in bewilderment.
“We need the rope to get back up.” He answered impatiently, ensuring that the rope was tightly tied to a sturdy tree. “Flashlight.” He grabbed one from a nearby follower of his, stowing it in his belt before attaching himself to the rope and preparing to descend. I watched him with bated breath, as he reached the fabric and took hold of it. “It’s hers.” He called back and I felt my stomach lurch. “I’m going all the way down.” He announced, and I didn’t hesitate for a moment before grabbing the rope and descending, with Jasper immediately behind me.
I stumbled on the way down, quickly thankful to Bellamy for setting up the rope and I realised that this could have been a problem for Octavia if she indeed went this way. As I reached the bottom, I turned to catch Jasper who tripped in an attempt to catch his footing. When he straightened up I smiled proudly at him, glad to see that his courageous spirit was still alive and brought him down long before the others. I jogged over to Bellamy and found him crouched at a rock, staring at the blood on his fingers. I glanced over his shoulder to see a small pool of blood on the rock and my stomach lurched. I stood rooted to the spot in shock, feeling my mind running through awful scenarios at a hundred miles an hour. Jasper stepped past me to crouch beside Bellamy and footsteps behind alerted me to Finn’s arrival. He quickly joined the other two boys to examine the blood and I found myself glad to have his tracking skills here.
“Someone else was here.” Bellamy stated, causing chills down my spine.
“The prints are deeper going that way.” Finn pointed ahead, and I leaned around to see large footprints in the mud that I hadn’t noticed at first. “He was carrying her.” He analysed. I felt myself inhale sharply at this additional information and the surprise shook me back into action. I stepped forward to join the group, looking around at the three faces in front of me for an answer.
“If they took her, she’s alive.” Jasper stated as he squeezed my arm and smiled reassuringly.. “Like when they took me.” He added and I noticed that his face fell as he seemed to be reflecting on his own experience.
At these words Bellamy hurriedly got to his feet and tore off ahead and we rushed to follow. Bellamy and Finn led the pack, whilst Jasper and I were just behind. The torches lit strange shapes in the foliage around and shadows seemed to be lurking everywhere. I felt my heart racing in a way that was unusual for me during times of conflict. I didn’t feel the same determined strength that I usually did when I needed to defend someone and instead found myself at the mercy of vivid thoughts of what could have happened to Octavia already. As we stepped into a clearing, my anxiety only worsened. The group stopped in shocked silence, as we glanced around at the skeletons hung in the trees all over the narrow path ahead. Finn looked nervously over at Bellamy.
“I don’t speak grounder, but I’m pretty sure this means keep out.” Finn warned as we viewed the bizarre display in a nervous fashion. Bellamy stared back in shock between him and the path ahead, seeming conflicted. Murmurs grew in the group around me and various voices filled the air.
“Let’s get out of here, it’s crazy!” “I’m outta here!” “Yeah me too.” “I’m out.” I watched as several members of the group seemed to dissipate back in the direction we came.
“Go back if you want.” Bellamy announced to the crowd without even turning to face them. “My sister, my responsibility.” He spoke under his breath, before taking off in a determined manner straight down the skeleton littered path. I felt in my gut that these words were of some significance to him and memorised them to ask him later. Jasper and I looked at each other for a moment, but I knew there was no chance I would turn back. I could see in his face that Jasper was thinking the same thing.
“I’d walk into hell to find her.” He stated firmly and we fell into step together as we followed. It was barely a few seconds of reluctance before Finn caught up to us.
“I think we just did.” Finn added, with a nervous smile and I had to admit that I hadn’t expected him to stay with us. Although he’d been willing to run to anyone’s aid who needed him when we first arrived, his hero complex seemed to be waning recently. I wondered if he was simply here to keep an eye on Bellamy and pushed the thought out of my mind so I could concentrate on the search.
We continued walking through the night and were still wandering through the trees when daylight broke. I was surprised to find that a couple of others continued to follow, including Roma and other core members of Bellamy’s Militia. I found it difficult and awkward being around her at all, but especially when Bellamy was here too. Instead of leading the pack with him as we usually did, I hung back with Jasper, keeping an eye out for any additional signs of Octavia. Jasper broke the silence, reading the anxiety on my face.
“We’ll find her.” He breathed as he tried to force a tone of confidence. I looked over to Jasper with a thankful smile.
“She’ll be pleased to see you Jasper.” I asserted and he smiled weakly back. I could see signs of a disagreement between Finn and Bellamy ahead, but I wasn’t close enough to hear it. I found myself watching them intently as I walked, trying to lipread but it was to no avail.
“Hey, where’s John?” Roma’s voice broke the tension and I turned to find that our small rescue party was missing a member, one who had been there only moments before.
“I just saw him a second ago.” Jasper panted, looking shifty and I put a hand on his arm to steady him. I was still nervous that he would bolt at any moment and I couldn’t bear it if he came to harm again out here.
“Spread out, he couldn’t have gotten that far.” Bellamy ordered, but I noticed a hint of annoyance in his voice. I could understand why it was there, I didn’t want to stray from looking for Octavia either, but if there was a threat in the area we needed to know about it.
I took a few steps back to retrace where John had been when something large dropped from the trees right in front of me and I was startled enough to fall back on my ass in the dirt. It took me a moment to realise what I was looking at before my eyes focused on John’s body, his throat violently slashed open with blood splattered all over his clothes. I struggled to my feet with a hand from Jasper, who quickly checked me over. Bellamy and Finn rushed over, taking in the sight. Finn glanced up and looked frustrated at himself as his eyes darted around the branches.
“They use the trees.” He stated and we all stared up at the vast canopy above us, as we became aware of all of it’s stalking opportunities. Now that I was seeing it in an analytical nature, I realised just how grossly outmanoeuvred we were and wracked my tired brain for tactical suggestions.
“We shouldn’t have crossed the boundary!” Diggs stated in a panic, unsettling the remaining group.
“Now can we go back?” Roma exclaimed and I fixed her with a vicious glare. I didn’t need any further reason to dislike her and I was annoyed that she would even suggest to Bellamy that he should abandon his sister.
“There!” Jasper exclaimed and pointed straight at a figure standing nearby who was staring at us. As I turned to look where he pointed, I realised that we were surrounded on all sides.
“We should run.” Finn stated before we all took off through the trees.
Strange screaming noises and calls echoed through the forest as our feet pounded against the dirt. I could feel the grounders pressing in around us, easily matching our manic pace. I scrambled around the trees, bringing up the back of the pack with Jasper. With multiple recent injuries and starvation, I wasn’t as fast as I once was and I struggled to keep moving. I glanced over at Jasper and could tell that he was finding it difficult too. I found myself panicking in a desperate bid for ideas, acknowledging that we were the most likely to be left behind. No matter where we went, the grounders kept cutting us off and I started to understand that they were likely leading us somewhere. I couldn’t catch my breath enough to communicate this to the group and I was too afraid of being abandoned to stop running.
“What are we gonna do?! They keep heading us off!” Diggs called and I was glad that someone else had been able to point it out.
“Just keep running!” Another voice answered, carrying strangely through the trees. My legs began to feel like lead and my lungs burned. I felt in my gut that I didn’t have much more in me.
“I can’t run much longer!” Jasper cried out in desperation and my heart skipped a beat. I was almost relieved that I wasn’t the only one, but I was mostly overwhelmed with a need to keep Jasper safe.
“I’m not stopping for him!” Diggs immediately yelled back, continuing to sprint ahead. Jasper met my eyes in terror and in a split moment, my legs gave up beneath me. I dropped to my knees, splaying out on the ground as I struggled for breath. I was stunned to find Jasper at my side, using the little strength he had remaining to attempt to pull me to my feet.
“Indie come on! Don’t give up!” His voice was frantic as he tugged on me, but I could hardly move.
“I can’t do it, go Jasper!” I yelled pushing him away, but he clung to me, refusing to leave me behind. Bellamy glanced over his shoulder to see the two of us and stopped in his tracks.
“I’m sick of running anyway.” He stated, turning back to us and stomping over to drag me to my feet. Although his touch was rough, I could see the concerned look in his eyes, and he quickly dusted me off. He turned back to the group. “They know where she is.”
Jasper held on to me, panting for air and viewed me worriedly. He checked me over for injuries as I gasped out, trying to catch my breath.
“Diggs, where are you?!” Roma’s frantic voice caught my attention as she tore off, away from the group that had stopped. I glanced over at Jasper and we exchanged an exhausted expression, both fearful that we could go no further.
“Roma!” Diggs desperate voice called back to her and I knew that we wouldn’t have a choice.
Bellamy, Finn and the others took off running again and I took a deep breath before forcing myself to move. I pulled Jasper with me, who looked equally like he could drop dead at any moment. If he can still run, so can you. I thought to myself firmly, reminding myself of all Jasper had been through and bullying myself into carrying on. A loud smash rang through the trees, closely followed by Roma’s panicked screams and a fresh feeling of adrenaline coursed through me, carrying me forward.
“Wait, Roma!” Bellamy called out to her, sprinting ahead of me and I recognised the tone in his voice. I knew that he was growing desperate and nearing the point that he would do anything necessary to keep the remaining group safe.
“There could be more, stop!” Finn yelled at almost the same time, and I found myself questioning what I was about to run into. Jasper and I caught up to the boys to find Diggs impaled in a large trap built from a log and metal shards. I reared back in shock, bumping into Jasper who had hesitated earlier.
“They were leading us here.” He panted in a thoughtful tone. “It’s the only direction we could run in.” He clarified and I kicked the ground in frustration. I’d realised their movements were strange, but couldn’t act soon enough to save anyone. I couldn’t hear any other movement and realised we had lost Roma and another man in the commotion. It was just the four of us and Monroe now.
“Hey, where’d they go?” Finn asked, looking around into the woods and I noticed that I couldn’t see any grounders either. Bellamy looked around in concern, before rushing off in the direction Roma had run.
“After Roma!” He growled with a deep determination and I felt my stomach drop. I knew that Bellamy would only grow more reckless with every person we lost and I had to acknowledge that he cared about Roma at least a little. I became fearful of the measures he would be willing to take if we didn’t find Octavia soon. We forced ourselves into a sprint again, following in the direction he’d gone.
After a while of running with no sign of grounders, we slowed to a walk and Jasper and I panted at the back of the group still. We crept through the trees in a tighter unit now in an attempt not to lose any other lives. Finn and Monroe stopped at the front of the group.
“There she is, Roma!” Monroe gasped, calling out to a shoulder which was poking out from the side of a tree ahead. We all paused and waited for a response, but none came. Bellamy jogged ahead to collect her and I couldn’t help a slight pang of jealousy as he did.
Finn started to follow, leading the rest of the group to do the same and I stayed reluctantly at the back, unsure what the nature of her reunion with Bellamy would be. As he neared her, he stopped in his tracks for a moment, before walking slowly to her side. I neared enough to see the cause of her stillness, as a spear came into my vision. I realised that she was dead, speared to the tree and I gagged on the spot. The weight of the guilt from my thoughts threatened to destroy me. Jasper turned to check on me and I leaned into a tree to vomit. Jasper looked at me in confusion; I had seen far worse than this without sickness before and it only intensified my guilt as I waved him off.
“It’s fine, I’m fine.” I lied, forcing myself back upright. Finn stepped ahead of Bellamy to look around.
“They’re playing with us.” He announced as he tried to urge him to act despite his obvious shock. I moved closer with Jasper, to see Bellamy closing her eyes with a broken expression. I felt a crushing guilt, enough to feel as if I had wished this into happening with my own thoughts.
“She only came because of me.” Bellamy muttered, staring at Roma’s pale face, blood stained around her mouth. His guilty expression matched mine and I felt a wave of empathy for him. Finn leaned over to Bellamy to try to appeal to him.
“They can kill us whenever they want.” He nudged Bellamy in an attempt to shake him from his shocked state.
“We need to move.” I agreed, calling out to them and concentrated my effort on keeping my voice even so as not to draw any attention to my distress.
“Then they should get it over with!” Jasper broke into frantic shouting beside me and I stared at him, frozen to the spot. “Come on! We know you’re out there!” He cried into the trees and Finn sprinted over to try to stop him. “You want to kill us!” He yelled tauntingly. It became clear to me in that moment that he shouldn’t have come with us, he wasn’t ready for this kind of stress again yet. I spotted movement in the trees and watched as Monroe noticed it too.
“Bellamy!” She cried out in fear and he hurried over to us, ushering us into a defensive circle with our backs to each other. As I glanced around at our environment , I realised that we were surrounded by grounders and that they were gradually moving in on us. We all waited in nervous anticipation and I pulled my dagger out of my belt, crouching into a waiting position.
“We’re fucked.” I panted. My heart hammered in my chest as I realised that I probably wouldn’t even have a chance to use it, if they used the spears they carried we’d all be dead before we could do a thing.
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Do you have an overview of the races in Underspace?
The four main races (what we call the Union races, those that belong to the spanning and often borderline imperial collection we call the Intercelestial Union Of Commonly Aligned Sentient Entities. Or, for the sake of sanity, the Union).
That’s the Ijuni, lobsterfolk who all have a telepathic link to one another, which in practice and application acts more like a bunch of people screaming at once, with no ways to send specific messages and thus ending up more like a public forum or tradeboard. This makes Ijuni skilled merchants and navalmen, which is good because most Ijuni are all about making dat $$$, the practice and guidelines for doing so forming a pseudo-religious philosophy called Hiano. They also all have scottish accents for no reason.
Then the Ballden, a race of hiveminds, which is to say that every Ballden is compromised of thousands upon thousands of individual normal-sized entities they call Cells. Once Ballden reach maturity they’re loaded onto massive sleeper ships and frozen in pods that let them nevertheless interact with normal races, and Ballden consider their ships to be themselves. They’re the best when it comes to terraforming planets and building megaconstructions, while their society is mostly a religious theocracy based around the worship of the sentient suns they claim created them. Which said sentient suns did, so hey, there’s that.
There’s the Vauldwin, who look humanoid but in practice are closer to jellyfish or carnival balloons in terms of genetics, whose courtship and reproductive rituals are stupidly complicated due to them having over 50 different sexes with each sex only having one rigid defined matching set. The sheer difficulty in keeping their civillization going leads most Vauldwin to prioritize family and lineage above all else, and most Vauldwin prefer to be bureaucrats , diplomats, and producers of cultural goods and entertainment. Their society is ruled over by specific families and houses, whose leadership and allegiance is fairly loosely defined.
The final and newest Union race are the Macrovari, a race of sapient, hyperintelligent single-celled organisms who at most are about a picometer across. Macrovari are skilled craftsmen and generally prodigies at anything they apply themselves too, which is severely hampered by the fact that Macrovari that are near each fly into a homicidal rage, and their society only achieved space travel due to one of them being blown far enough away from the core group to develop radio technology. Macrovari society is a loose collection of assholes all vying for recognition, and what little leadership exists is mostly meant to keep them from starting a civil war and guiding them towards common interests. Most Macrovari like and enjoy the company of other races though, and pilot massive many-armed pods to interact with the larger world (so to speak).
There’s a smattering of non-Union races, who haven’t joined for one reason or another, these are
The Veilers, terrifying nine-foot tall beings clad head to toe (presumably they have toes that is, nobody’s ever seen them outside of) powered armor that makes Chaos Marine armor look reasonable and tasteful by comparison. Terrifying to behold, the Veilers occupy a region of space called, what else, the Veil. This area of space is so underspatially active that no other race can settle or even survive very long in it, and the mystery of how the Veilers do so is not known. Despite looking and sounding like the scariest damn things, Veilers are quite open to working with the Union, and run a toll route through the Veil, the only known way to pass through it, which has made them a very rich race. Little is known past this about the Veilers, less because they’re mysterious and generally because they have no real culture, their location and rise to power meaning that they’ve prioritized survival among all else. Their recent fortune has made them start to understand that there are other needs they have than just trying to not die.
The Ast, originally encountered by the Union and mistaken for rogue AI, the Union subsequently firebombed their homeworld before realizing their mistake and are now trying to make amends, which pisses the Ast off. However, the Ast are always angry. Despite being a race of silicate entities that resemble graceful, even beautiful crystals, this image is soon shattered by their foul disposition and fouler language, and the Ast claim, in complete seriousness, that they only have two emotions: anger and RIGHTEOUS ANGER. Ast themselves simply form out of the ground fully aware and intelligent, which leads their society to be a strange thing, and the culture that surprisingly exists is one of deep community and emphasizing the importance of choice. While the Ast remain angry, they nevertheless have accepted an alliance with the Union, mostly contributing resources to help against hyperspatial storms, which the Ast are noted to hate with a passion peculiar even to them.
and the Us, who pronounce the name like “Oos”. A race of sapient fungi, whose life cycle including reproduction and just being self-aware requires them to infest and take control of corpses, which still decompose, leading them to constantly need a fresh supply of bodies simply to live. The Us are a peaceful, contemplative race, but the sheer creepiness of their existence leads them to be outcasts, though the Us have declined to join the Union of their own volition. Most Us are found running the Deadstations, part-funeral-home, part neutral territory where any faction is allowed to stay, which makes means that at least most factions in practice tolerate them. Us are nonviolent, but little is known about them, as most people choose not to inquire too much about the existence of the Us.
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Hey, so how man muse do you have on this blog, do you have list for us to look at. (Sorry if I'm ask a question that been already asked before.)
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Here you go, friend.
The Heralds of Unicron are Inhabitants of Unicron who have consumed Anglomois and have been transformed by it, remade to better serve Unicron. As such, they are more dangerous than civilians. Canon characters are indicated with an *. ‘Open to Multishipping’ means that although a character is in an established relationship, alternate universes mean they are still available for your muse to fall in love with. Assume everyone is available, only a handful aren’t.
Airaid: A young low-ranking seeker with an almost preternatural ability to foresee attacks. He can often foretell the time; place; and source of enemy assaults; up to eight weeks in advance. Airaid uses this talent to ensure his team takes measures to prevent the enemy from attacking; sometimes before they choose to do so. Airaid sees this precognition as a sign he is ‘blessed’; and loves lording this fact over his fellow Spawns. Transforms into a Saab Jas 39 Gripen. Approach with Caution.
Alternis: When not donning the ceremonial robes and mask of the Confessor; this priest of Unicron spends most of his time counseling others. Alternis seeks to offer comfort and peace to his comrades; and is always willing to listen. He takes great pride iin his collection of Olfactory Therapy paraphernalia. Formerly a Decepticon slave named Turntable. Adopted Father to the Blader femme Glory. Transformation cog was removed by the D.J.D. Safe to Approach.
Anarchy: The result of breeding between Oblivion and Sideways; Anarchy is a young virus femme just learning the ropes when it comes to wreaking havoc. She’s less a warrior and more of a mischief make. Anarchy spends most of her time training, and can usually be found beside Overkill, who she sees as a best friend. She’s got a long way to go before she can call herself a herald. Currently, she’s training at the Autobot Academy on Cybertron. Transforms into an F1 Electric Formula Car. Safe to approach.
*Angela: De Facto leader of the Sparkbots, this lion-hearted minibot loves her job. Whether its scouting Anglomois or misleading servants of Primus, Angela will not give up until her task is complete. Confident, strategic and energetic, she’s having more trouble settling into a peaceful life than the other Sparkbots. When she isn’t using her Kissplayer powers to help fellow heralds, she usually spends her time in an autocare shop. Safe to approach.
*Antagony: Although conceived as a gift for Shokaract, Antagony has built a life for herself outside of the conqueror’s shadow. This High Priestess of Unicron has devoted herself to the art and science of causing pain. She takes cold pleasure in torturing enemies and allies alike, and few of her lovers survive the experience. While her sadism makes her a skilled warrior, her true talent lies in time travel. No bot is more suited to enduring the physical and psychological tolls caused by defying time and space. While she and Shokaract are not mates, they have been seen together, and more than once Shokaract has emerged from the encounter with new scars.
Apocryph: The shattered glass version of an alternate Oblivion; Apocryph is everything the Hand of Sorrow isn’t. Open minded; passionate; and slicker than an oil spill; Apocryph’s sole concern is his own well-being. He has no trouble using and discarding friends; lovers; and even family for personal gain. Incredibly vain and prone to eroticism. Approach with caution.
Assassin: The weakest member of the Annihilation Armed Forces; Assassin has a tendency of shying away from social situations and prefers the company of her team mates, Hazard and Nuke. She is generally good-natured; if not awkward; but make no mistake; She trained under Drancon; and is one of the most lethal ladies on Unicron. Do not be fooled by her small size. Transforms into a Lauge Jensen motorcycle.
Beatdown: Also known as ‘D.J B.D’ Beatdown is one of the largest inhabitants of Unicron; and a devastating instrument of destruction when on the battlefield. While known for his size and strength; Beatdown’s true pride and joy is his music. He can record sounds such as crushing metal; a flickering spark; and the sound of a laser blast cutting a bot in half; and edit these noises to form a hit song. He manages the unicronian Radio station ‘The Scream.’ Transforms into a German ‘Ratt’ tank.
Bloodshed: The oldest inhabitant of Unicron; Bloodshed served alongside the fallen during the war between Chaos and Order. During the peace; he has retired to a life of hermitage; locking himself in his private chambers. Very little is known about this illusive spawn. Approach with Caution.
*Bludgeon (Armada) Once a low ranking genericon, this tank mech discovered a new lease on life when given his skeletal pretender shell. A Master of Metallikato who values combat and mayhem above all other pleasures. He’s rumored to have some semblance of honor, but he denies this claim. Rescued from certain death with his Amica Enura Dirge and Thunderwing. Approach with caution.
Coeus: A Prosecutor sub-species of Quintesson; Coeus serves as the primary medic on Unicron. As one of the oldest spawns; he is a font of knowledge and advice; alternating between friendly and fatherly to flirtatious and playful. Fearless, loyal and reliable, nothing comes between Coeus and his patients. Some say he’s fought the god of Death hand to hand.He enjoys teaching a sexual education class on the weekends. Does not Transform. Safe to approach
*Dark Scorponok: Once an undead terrorcon enslaved to his hunger; Scorponok is not the mech used to be. As his broken mind was being pieced back together; he had time to reflect on the past, and much like his master before him, decided to make a change for a better future. A natural born leader; Scorponok has dedicated himself to protecting weaker spawn. He has found a like-minded ally in Oblivion. As a terrorcon, Scorponok possesses the ability to sense energon deposits, although he has little use for this talent. Safe to approach.
Deathblow: One of the few law enforcement officers on Unicron; Deathblow is powerful; brutal and relentless. He’s willing to tear apart a thousand criminals if it would mean protecting a single ‘innocent’ and with a butcher knife nearly as large as his body; he’s more than capable of doing so. An iron will and almost complete lack of fear make him one of the most dangerous mechs on Unicron. Conjunx Endura to Bluemoon; adoptive father to Reaper, Sire to Warrant. Transforms into an anti-riot vehicle. Approach with Caution.
*Dirge (Armada) Pessimistic and stubborn, Dirge spends most of his time moping in the darkest corners of Unicron. He prefers odd jobs to ending world, and avoids acting as Herald when he can. Dirge is certain that he and his comrades are dead and living in some form of purgatory. In spite of his sour demeanor; Dirge is not without compassion. Rescued with Thunderwing and Bludgeon. Approach with Caution.
*Drancon: One of Unicron’s failed attempts to create a better life form than his brother. This reptile-insectoid mutant’s cloaking ability only makes him better at his occupation, and he has but one job. Killing. He is Unicron’s executioner, a master assassin. Once he has his eyes on a target, the only resolution is death. However, Drancon is not heartless. He considers himself a warrior of balance, and values life. For every throat slit, a tree should be planted. For every kneecap broken, a stray animal fed. In this way, sins and sainthood are counter-balanced. He is the most peaceful and balanced among the three siblings. Changes into a lizard-dragonfly hybrid. Approach with caution
*Elephorca: The firstborn among the outcasts, and the cruelest. He is a beast who would slaughter every life form on Unicron to get the recognition he feels he deserves. He considers himself Unicron’s son, torn between a murderous hatred toward his creator and a desperate yearning for his approval. He feels he should be Unicron’s chosen herald, and not banished to the bowels of the chaos-bringers planet form. His only real redeeming factor is an affection toward his siblings; Ratorata and Drancon. He sees them as being in the same boat as he is. His hobbies include heavy drinking and swimming. Changes into a woolly mammoth-killer whale fuzor. Do not approach.
Farcry: Farcry is a rare sort of person on Unicron. He’s someone who doesn’t want people to die. This minibot has a huge heart, and an even larger responsibility. When the time comes to harvest planets allied to Unicron, Farcry must travel ahead of his master and warn them of his coming. Once he’s passed on this message, the real work begins. Farcry has a special talent; in his alt mode he can alter his mass to carry thousands of life forms. It isn’t easy keeping an entire population calm enough to choose who lives and who dies, but with a religious devotion toward both Primus and Unicron, as well as a strong, gentle soul, Farcry is up to the task of guiding others through the apocalypse. Fond of singing. Transforms into a cybertronian escape pod. Safe to approach.
* Galvatron II: In his own time, Galvatron is triumphant. Earth has been conquered, Rodimus Prime is dead, and Cybertron is no more. Galvatron traded his freedom for Cybertron. For the most part, he was content. But his time- his reality- is no more. Betrayed by the Unicron he once served, Galvatron is more than willing to take his revenge on this new Chaos-bringer. He’s found somewhat kindred spirits in Elephorca and Shockaract. Do not approach.
Hazard: Hazard was born for one purpose and one purpose only. Wreaking havoc. Built from the remains of one of Unicron’s most brutal heralds, Hazard is seen as a weapon of last resort. Incredibly strong and completely without fear, she is a walking biological weapon, pockets in her body carry live cultures of Cosmic rust, seeds of Cybercrosis, Cybonic plague viruses, and a million other nightmarish ills. If she ever needs to use one of the diseases at her disposal, a tank on her back allows her to isolate and filter a germ or virus into a gas or liquid. Hazard remains undefeated, but should she ever face an enemy stronger than herself, she can detonate her spark, unleashing enough pestilence to wipe out a galaxy.. Leader of the Annihilation Armed Forces. Transforms into a tanker truck. Approach with extreme caution.
*High Wire (Aurex 604.24 Gamma) Long ago, High Wire was a guardian, Combining with his team mates Sureshock and Grindor to form Perceptor; he stood bravely against anyone that would threaten the weak…until he came to his senses! Great power has been known to corrupt, and few powers are greater than the ability to transport people through time. High Wire pledged his allegiance to Unicron, and his first offering was the sparks of his former team-mates. When his universe began to collapse around him, High Wire stowed away inside Megabolt’s cockpit during the Exodus. As such, he is one of the very few Minicons to survive multiverse travel. Power-hungry and manipulative, he’s quickly making a name for himself among the spawn. Approach with extreme caution.
*Hook: A ghennexian criminal reformatted into a time traveling herald. After being killed by Galvatron, Unicron gathered his remains and resurrected him. Strong, silent, and completely devoted to his team mates Line and Sinker. Slowly, he’s rediscovering the joys of free will. Approach with caution.
Iapax: (available for multiship) Timid in spite of his massive size, Iapax is a non-combatant who prefers to hide and provide energon for the real warriors. He’s sweet-natured and nurturing, if not slow-minded. Iapax adores the movie ‘The Wizard of Oz.’ Transforms into a Wind Turbine. Conjunx Endura to Mangle.
Ion: A clone of Animated Perceptor, determined to prove himself superior to the original. An expert mathmatician and one of the foremost scientists on Unicron. Transforms into a microscope. Safe to approach.
Kortex: Son of Kranix the Linthonian. A survival specialist and genius. Although he knows how to pick his fights, bitterness and an air of superiority tend to get him in trouble. Transforms into a go-cart like machine. Approach with caution.
*Line: A ghennexian criminal reformatted into a time traveling herald. After being killed by Galvatron, Unicron gathered his remains and resurrected him. A surprisingly gentle soul who is cautiously interested in the worlds around him. Courageous and eager to please his Teammates, Hook and Sinker. Line is haunted by a past he can’t remember. Safe to Approach.
*Long Haul (Viron 704.31 Epsilon) Gods, multiverses, Chosen Ones, fallen primes; honestly, it’s all too much for Long Haul. He could care less about the intricate religions surrounding Unicron Culture, and he doesn’t much distinguish between one Unicron and another. He just wants to build and be left alone. Maybe if he keeps his helm down and does as he’s told, he won’t have to worry about being reduced to a drone. Truth be told, he’s just happy he never has to become Devestator again. Safe to approach.
Lowlife: (available for multiship.) Anvil has always been dumb muscle for one evil power or another, before Unicron, it was the senate.. Killed alongside his brother by Optimus Prime during an assignment, He woke up on a mortician’s slab, having been painstakingly put back together by Syphon and resurrected with Angolomois. Syphon intended on having a personal bodyguard and servant, and renamed his catch ‘Lowlife’. With his brother dead and the Senate not registering on his com-signal, Lowlife wasn’t opposed to his new lot in life; it wasn’t that much different from his old job, and the fuel was a lot better. Years of loyal protection were rewarded, and in time, Lowlife went from bodyguard to Conjunx Endura. Lowlife is a patient and dedicated housekeeper, but remorseless when it comes to his position as a member of Unicron’s Onslaught Force. Conjunx Endura to Syphon, and adopted sire to a female antibody named Sylph. Currently caring for Syphon’s child, Macabre. Monoformer. Approach with caution.
Mangle: (available for multiship) Once a mere scrap sorter for the Decepticon army of the Taran Universe, Mangle always dreamed of something more. That something more was an ambitious step up from ‘taking dead bots apart’ to ‘taking live bots’ apart, and studying medicine was the quickest way to get what he wanted. His sadistic experiments could hardly be called medicine, but Unicron saw enough potential in his bloodthirst to recruit him. His official title is ‘Medic’ but many suspect the real reason Unicron keeps Mangle around is to learn from him. Just how far can a Cybertronian body be pushed before the mind breaks? Mated to Iapax. Do not approach.
*Megabolt (Viron 704.31 Epsilon) It has been said that the two most destructive forces in the universe are a Unicronian and a Politician. Megabolt is both. he uses his charisma to lure non-cybertronians into seeing him as a savior. He takes great pleasure in their expressions of horror when he wipes them out. An unrepentant speciesist, he has little interest in integrating with Darkhaven’s melting pot culture. Transforms into a transport ship.
Mina: A female linthonian originally intended for breeding, Mina’s intelligence and charm quickly lead to her becoming a social mediator. Her warm tone and mastery of multiple languages can stop even rampaging spawn, and her warmth is equally matched by her courage. Often found with her best friend Bluemoon. Currently raising a youngling she’s debating naming after her grandsire, Arbulus. Safe to approach.
Noose: A construction mech and skilled executioner. Member of the Controlled Chaos task force. Brutal and professional. Soft-spoken. Sire to Spector.
Nuke: Once a slave in a Decepticon comfort station, Nuke’s hatred toward primus festered more with each indignity inflicted on his body and soul. When his health failed him, he was discarded by his masters; left to rot on a barren asteroid. Hazard happened upon him, and brought him back to Unicron. The Chaos bringer repaired his broken body, replacing his rotted spark with a nuclear reactor. Reborn as a spawn, Nuke was more than willing to join the suicidal Annihiliation Armed Forces. Time has a way of healing old wounds, and recently Nuke has managed to put his past behind him, serving as a surrogate big brother to new spawn and fellow outcasts. Carrier to Airraid. Transforms into an Avro Vulcan. Organics do not approach.
Oblivion: (available for multiship) Unicon’s Hand of Sorrow; Second in command to the chaos-bringer. His cold, judgmental personality masks an inner kindness. Fiercely protective of those under him, and bystanders he deems innocent. Unquestioningly loyal to the lord of Chaos. Looks a lot like the Megatron of the Animated universe. Sire to Anarchy, and lifemate to an Autobot intelligence officer named Cyberwave. Wields a scythe that can open portals to the void. A skilled warrior and telekenetic. Transforms into a luxury hovercraft. Approach with Caution
Overkill: An allspark infused Sharkicon; He is six times the size of a normal member of his species, with a sleeker, more reptilian alt mode. He is the muscle of Oblivion’s team; as well as a geological scout. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but wisdom and intelligence are two separate things. Transforms into a modified Sharkticon. Approach with caution.
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*Ramjet:(Cybertron) Victimized by elder gods and discarded by his own Unicron after failing in a resurrection ploy, Ramjet was retrieved from the dead space between dimensions. With his own sense of honor and a quiet dignity, he seems intrigued by the concept of spawn and cybertronian living in balance. His sanity is slowly recovering, and after eons of loneliness he relishes meeting new people. His greatest weakness is Minicons; he’d collect them all if he could. Sire to a triplechanger named Trinity with a second youngling on the way. Transforms into a jet. Safe to approach.
*Reptilion: Freedom is a daily struggle for this Unicronian General. Once a peerless scholar and spacebridge engineer, Reptilion spent eons enthralled to an alternate Unicron. Every breath, every meal, every choice or action dictated by his master, Reptilion was little more than a puppet. Now that his will has been returned to him, Reptilion finds daily life overwhelming. Unicron seems to consider him a worthy investment, and has commanded Drancon to help in Reptilion’s path to self-sufficiency.
*Ratorata: another failed attempt at creation, Ratorata is a femme who looks out for herself above all else. She knows a hideous face can be overcome, especially with the right curves….and after all, a hole is just a hole in the dark. She uses the fact that she is a rare female among unicronians to get what she wants, and what she wants most is wealth. Gold, silver, jewels, she covers her grotesque body in the finest jewelry. Love is fleeting, and a males loyalty fickle. But diamonds last forever. Her greed and manipulation hide a bitter loneliness and self loathing that she will not reveal…not even to her brothers. Changes into a lionfish/wasp beast. Approach with caution
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*Sideways(Armada) : Adopted from the Armada Universe. Sideways is a living computer Virus who feeds on spark energy, a veritable Incubus to Cybertronian kind. He’s a loner who tends to keep to himself. Sideways is a martial arts master with the ability to alter his form as he sees fit. He can take on the appearance of any bot he has mated with. Oblivion trusts him in spite of his treacherous history, and the two danced around the idea of a political marriage for years. In the end, the two settled on being Amica Endura. Currently, he’s focused on repairing his relationship with his daughter; Anarchy. Transforms into a motorcycle.Do not approach
Spector: The son of a hymnist and herald, Spector was born to serve Unicron. The death of his carrier at the hands of the DJD shook his faith, and his loyalty to Unicron is questionable. Combative and bitter, Spector has painted himself to resemble a corpse, his coloring reflecting his outlook on life. Cold shades of gray. Transforms into a jet. Amiaca endura with Airraid.
*Star Dust: For a Chaos Spawn, Star Dust is oddly obsessed with order. A time and place for all things, she keeps the Sparkbots on schedule and ensures things in Darkhaven run smoothly. Although Strong-willed, honest, and dedicated, she has difficulty expressing emotions, and is always reluctant to use her Kiss Player power. Safe to approach.
Switchblade: a group of five Stentarians. His ability to transform into any possible tool makes him useful to the heralds of Unicron. In exchange for his service, he is free of his races sixteen million year old war, and can finally put his feet up and relax. Friendly and inquisitive. A bit of a flirt. Safe to approach.
Syphon:(available for multiship) Long ago, Syphon was on the right path in life. Apprentice to one of the best morticians in Kalis, Syphon proved to be adept at repairing corpses, slicing away unpleasantness, repairing mortal wounds, restoring the dead to a state that would bring their loved ones peace. After receiving a head injury he began to enjoy the act of cutting much more than restoring. Addicted to the fumes released from corpses, Syphon began tracking down and murdering mechs, the city of Helex his stomping grounds. With his scalpel set his preferred weapon, he became known as the Helex Hollower. Unicron saw potential in the serial killer and recruited him. Now, Syphon harvests organs to repair damaged unicronians, indulging in his addiction and serving to help save lives. When not in the grip of psychosis, he’s outgoing, playful, intelligent and coquettish. Adopted sire to the female Antibody Sylph, and carriet to a young seeker named Macabre. Conjunx Endura to Lowlife. Has a tendency to listen to violent music during battles. Transforms into an Audi. Approach with extreme caution.
*Tarantulas : (Beast Wars) (Available for multiship) plucked from his own timeline, Tarantulas now serves as a scientist and medical officer to Unicron’s heralds. With a brand new lair and all the cybertronian flesh he can eat, Tarantulas accepts his slavery only half begrudgingly. He’s made something of a life for himself with a day job as Darkhaven’s top food critic.He’s even settled down enough to start a family. At the end of the day, he has a young son at home waiting for him. He’s named his heir Hivemind Tripredius Mesothelae, and hopes to present him to the Tripredicus council when the time is right. Transforms into a female Tarantula. Do not approach.
The Fallen: Once a demon of legendary evil, old age and peace have blunted his claws; and where his flames once blazed, now they smoulder. Experienced and intelligent Safe to Approach.
*Thrust: (armada) (available for Multiship) Years of disregard by Megatron means Thrust has no loyalty left for Cybertron. Then again, dying at the hands of an alternate Unicron hasn’t helped cement his devotion to this Unicron. Cynical, by-the-book and experienced, Thrust’s skills as a tactician have only sharpened with age, and he currently spends most of his free time as a teacher, passing his knowledge onto the next generation. . His minicon Inferno is never far away. Approach with caution.
Thundershot: Sweep number 262; adopted after finding his way to Unicron through a wormhole. Thundershot is painfully upbeat in spite of being used as target practice. He often offers a shoulder to lean on, or a friendly smile. A rare bit of brightness among the darkness of chaos. Transforms into a spacecraft. Safe to approach
.*Thunderwing: (Armada) A paragon, considered the ideal herald. Charming, witty, friendly toward his own kind, and a killing machine in battle. He is both Herald and High Priest. Sire to many young and a favorite among breeders. Was rescued alongside Dirge and Bludgeon. Safe to approach.
Tremor:
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*Zangetsu: Zangetsu would be the most valuable mind on Unicron, if his crippling shyness didn’t prevent him from sharing his knowledge. An expert at areial attacks, Zangetsu would rather make himself useful on the battlefield than try to make friends. Quiet and capable, he’d be the most useful of the Sparkbots, if he could just bring himself to utilize his Kiss Player abilities. He’s found a kindred spirit in fellow ninja Bludgeon, and can usually be found hiding somewhere in the Pretender’s chambers. Approach with caution.
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Klangst Fic - Goodbye
Okay so recently I listened to Moondust by Jaymes Young and I thought to myself 'This would make a great angst fic in space...Voltron!' -------------------------------------- (Edit: This started as a fic idea but I've just continued it. It gets more story like as it continues) -------------------------------------- Starting off in a future au, Voltron has just defeated the galra empire for good, and everyone landed their lions on a nearby planet. With Debris everywhere the Paladins start to celebrate when suddenly, a still functioning clone shoots at Keith but Lance notices and pushes him out the way. Lance falls dramatically while Keith is still really confused until he sees red, literally and figuritivly. Blinded in a fit of rage Keith rushes over to the malfunctioning droid and stabs it. Then continues to stab it again and again and again. Shiro has to drag him back to the lions to get to the ships. Back at the ship Lance is put in a healing pod. Keith breaks down. It was his fault. So, in the middle of the night he gathers his stuff and leaves, not before checking on Lance in the pod to make sure he's stable. Placing his head against Lances pod, he began to quietly speak, vision blinded by unshed tears. "Goodbye Lance...as much as I'd love to hear you one last time, an outcast has to reap what they sow." Taking a deep breath Keith began to speak again. "I'm going faraway, and I'll bury my love although I'd love to give my world to you. But I'm a coward, you're so brave and just perfect...I'm begging you, please forget about me." Keith looks up at Lances sleeping form through teary eyes, and turns away. He rushes out the door and doesn't look back. Keith got to say goodbye, that's all that mattered. Lance wakes up a day later from a nightmare that he can't remember. One thing he does know, is that something's missing. Lance is given the news that Keith left, and Lance breaks down. A few years later, Lance has met back up with his family, but made the decision to carry on protecting the universe with his friends, now his second family, when the time comes and he is needed. They never did find a replacement for red though, who shut everyone out when Keith left.One day, Voltron gets a distress call from a nearby moon. Keith landed on a moon when his ship had almost ran out of fuel. He spent a few hours staring at the sky, thinking of Lance when seeing the brightest stars. Eventually, he built a small house from his ship. It wasn't really a home though. After exploring this planet for food he found it was home to a number of ruins that time had forgotton, as well as races who were thought to be extinct. No alteans though. A lot of moondust too. Keith eventually settled into a routine, a mundane and boring one, but something to keep him going none the less. He still trained everyday. Unfortunately, a group of rebels who hadn't accepted the Galras fall attacked his planet. The planets people sent out a distress call. Keith didn't notice the commotion until he went to the ruins and saw the Paladins fighting. Pulling on a dark cape he had acquired, he joined the battle. Pidge was in a tight spot, surrounded. Attempting to radio for help, she didn't notice the dark figure until he was gone. The rebels dead beneath her. He continued his attack on the rebels, while the Paladins wondered who this cloaked figure was. Lance was in awe. The cloaked man moved gracefully and fast, like dancing. The occasional blackish purple strands of hair flew from beneath the hood and Lance was memorised. The only person who's ever mafe him feel this before was Keith...but he left Voltron without saying goodbye, with no TRUE REASON. Suddenly, his name bring called by 4 people shook him from his thoughts, and the cloaked figure ran in front of Lance, their hood dropping, and was promptly shot in the stomach by the last rebel fighter. Lance could only watch as...Keith fell to the ground. His hair was more purple than remembered, and his nails seemed sharper, but it was Keith. And he was shot. Shiro promptly killed the rebel and ran over to Lance and the figure with the other Paladins. It want until they got closer that they realised who it was. Keith coughed a bit, the familiar metallic taste in his mouth made him cringe. Looking up he was met with the most beautiful eyes. Ironically, the sun had started to rise. "This was not how I'd have liked to meet you again" Keith whispered, voice hoarse from misuse. Lance was speechless, his supposedly dead crush was now lying in front of him, dying. He ignored the shocked gasps from his team mates as tears started to form. Keith shakily raised his arms to hold Lances cheek but couldn't reach so he instead caught Lances hand. "I tried to bury my love for you in the Moondust, but I couldn't ever forgot you; especially how I couldn't protect you...but now...." Keith's breathing got slower, "...now I can rest at ease..." exhaling his last breath softly, he smiled. Lance began to shake and scream in longing, tears cascading down his cheeks like rainfall and his breaths were short and shaky. This time, Keith didn't say goodbye, Lance did.
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Episode 8 A-Side "The Unsounding" is out now! Separate and disoriented, our trio tries to make their way back together in Lincoln, Nebraska 😱 Listen anywhere you find your podcasts!
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EPISODE RELEASE NOTICE
We will be back in April with the next episode of RADIO: Outcast!! Get ready, strange things move through the salt 🦌🌲🌲
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Season 2 Trailer Out NOW!
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The Season 2 Trailer has gone live!! Go listen wherever you get your podcasts. Helix, Charles, and Jesse are back and their journey is getting even tougher as their pasts begin to catch up with them. Get ready for more zany fantasy-western adventures and, as always, safe travels! ⚡
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