Another character for my fan comic XResistance!

3045, mostly referred to by 30-45 by Normandy's crew, is a Geth Engineer that was asked to be the Normandy by the Geth Collective; Shepard allowed them onboard.  They went for a unique paintjob to show themselves as a member of the Normandy's crew, and became Normandy's new sensor technician.  When in combat he uses an Anti-Armor drone and a Plasma SMG.

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 kurama considers himself to be a patient man. he knows he’s not a kind one, or a very forgiving one, but he figures he at least has his patience. it’s how he’s survived so long virtually unaffected by anyone that opposed him, how - once upon a time - he’d managed to become the greatest thief in the makai. time was infinite for a creature like him, once of spirit and now of flesh and bone and youki, and he knew that given enough time passing, most opponents would make a mistake.

 so he waits, waits two whole days for the guise to slip, for him to show his true colors in one of the preliminary matches. only, it never happens, because he’s not fighting.

 what does happen is kurama’s own infinite patience turning finite not minutes after his win in the preliminary round. his temper, normally as well-tamed as it can be, snaps, and the minute the match is called, he’s storming through the arena’s stands. his temper is bad enough, or maybe his expression, that not even hiei stands in his way, the imiko stepping aside and letting him pass with no argument or even a look of disappointment.

 finding him in the stands is easy, the scent is burned in his nose, and he could be blindfolded and yet still find it’s source, even among all the youkai and blood in the air. but standing there and waiting until he’s noticed, that’s the hard part.

 it’s hard to remain calm and not make a scene when there’s another person wearing the skin of his dead partner. it’s hard to remain calm when yet another person seeks to manipulate his weaknesses. 

 he’s growing tired of this, no, he’s beyond tired of this.

 arms crossed over his chest, kurama considers the other youkai as he approaches, mouth set in a line. he’s familiar, the smell, the walk, the neatly folded wings, the wide smile and sharp fangs. if kurama didn’t know better, he would think that this was him, his partner, back after so long.

 but he knows better. he’d seen the bamboo spears fall, had smelt the blood. 

 kuronue was dead.

 and this, this was another bastard imposter.

 “who,” his voice is strange even to his own ears. low and angry in a way he hasn’t sounded since sensui had forced his hand with amanuma. “are you?”

@xresistance​ (Sirius)

​The apartment was bright. White walls, big windows. Harry had turned down a lot of apartments that were too dreary. If he wanted dreary, he’d stay in Grimmauld place. It had a living room with an open kitchen, a bedroom, bathroom, loo and another room which Harry planned on using as office. The floors were parquet. Of course Harry had also made sure to get a proper fireplace to make flooing possible.

It still looked a little bare, but things started to come together. Harry had collected things from his friends. Luna’s paintings were covering the walls in the hall and the living room, and Neville had given him some plants which were standing on the windowsill in the living room and his bedroom. He got lots of Quidditch posters from Ron and Ginny, and Hermione picked a nice bookshelf for him. Harry had gotten a big carpet to make the living room cozier.

All in all, Harry was incredibely proud. Proud and nervous that the same time. He had never lived on his own before. He checked the watch Molly had gifted to him and set up water in the tea pot. Sirius was due to arrive any moment and see the apartment furbished for the first time.

@xresistance​​ asked: Move, he told himself, get up and fucking move. Ronan laid on Adam's floor in his St. Agnes' room, slowly bleeding from where talons had ripped into his flesh. It had got him in his ribs, his shoulder, and his forearm. His nose was even bleeding sluggishly; he could taste blood as it was dripping slowly into his throat and mouth. Fuck. Finally his body stopped being paralyzed - as it always was when he came back with something, even just wounds - and Ronan sat up with a wince. He carefully made his way to Adam's bathroom, trying to be quiet, trying not to stumble too much, as he pressed a hand to his torn ribs.

Adam happened to be a light sleeper most of the time; the slightest sound — like the sudden creak coming from a floorboard — would slowly reach to his right ear and that would send signals up, up, up to his brain, thus suddenly waking up, full-on alert, panic flashing in his ocean blue eyes. ( & there were moments where he was too exhausted to wake up. ) But he wasn’t that exhausted to be woken up there and then, his sleep abrupted by a sound, something that made him shift under the thin cover that soon spills down his lap as he sits up.

“——Ronan …?” He suppresses the unleashed panic by immediately determining the noise came from Ronan, and no one else. He rubbed at his eye and kept looking at the dreamer. “...Is something wrong, Lynch?” He hasn’t noticed the blood yet, however, he notices that Ronan’s dark silhouette was pressing a hand to his side. He reaches over to the side to turn the lamp on, and then, he sees the blood and his heart squeezes painfully. 

“Ronan...” 

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Rare was it that the agent could be found somewhere other than his place of work or a bar if he wasn’t at home and wasn’t deployed but miracles did happen and technically he was at a place of work - it just wasn’t his own.

Yes, he’d checked beforehand to make sure she’d be there.

Yes, he got a few dozen looks on entering the elevator and he would swear there were mutterings about who he was off to visit because there were two coffees on his little cardboard cup-holder. And despite few of them having actually seen him before, never mind seeing him in the building, he seemed to know precisely where he was going.

He could feel the eyes on him as the elevator doors closed in their own time and he let out a sigh, hanging his head for a moment in the seconds of privacy he had between floors. He wasn’t even sure why he was there. He’d been struck by a whim.

Soon enough, he was rapping on the open door of a certain redhead’s office and stepping in with his bounty of coffee, raising it just enough that she could see it over the top of her monitor.

“Time for a break?”

@xresistance asked: ‘take off your clothes.’ ( andrew @ neil )

there was a time when those words would have sent an icepick of terror through neil’s heart,  he hid so many secrets underneath all those layers of clothes that the idea of someone seeing them-  seeing him was unthinkable.  his clothing was his armor.  unassuming sweatshirts and ill - fitting pants hid the truth.  asking him to take them off was asking him to be vulnerable.  but there weren’t any more secrets with andrew.  he had seen all of neil’s secrets laid bare and did not flinch,  he took every part of neil without comment or judgment and knew each truth offered up was a sign of trust.

so when andrew told him to take off his clothing all neil felt was a warm rush of his blood,  like adrenaline pumping through his veins and making his face feel hot.

the foxes had all recently gone to see some of dan's stage sisters perform as a bonding activity. neil had never been to a strip club before but it was interesting. he was pretty sure you weren't supposed to spend the whole time wondering how long it took the dancers to wax or shave their entire body like that but he had never felt attracted to anyone other andrew, that wasn't going to change just because these women were wearing less clothing. but as neil pulled off his sweatshirt he wondered if he should try to make a show of getting undressed instead of just throwing all his clothes off the moment andrew asked him to. but the idea of him trying to perform any kind of a seductive strip tease was laughable and andrew's only reaction to something like that would probably be to roll his eyes or just walk away entirely.

so he didn't. he pulled off his remaining layers without ceremony, until he was standing bare before andrew, stripped of lies and clothes.

If we’re mutuals, send 🎂 and I’ll make you a treat! / accepting!

@xresistance I had to do both ronan lynch & sirius black lmao ( but here’s ur treat! ) 

What has influenced your writing and blog?

i am so deeply influenced by my friends and the plotting we do together. it is really important to me that my muses exist in tandem with those of my friends, that we build these collaborative worlds and rich relationships. my muses are fundamentally shaped by the ways in which they exist in relation to other muses - these interactions don’t just happen to my muses, they change and shift the way i write them, permanently. shisui is inextricable from @divaur‘s obito, @daybreakrising‘s itachi, and @drgnsheir‘s lu ten. kankuro is inherently linked to @hopeburnt‘s tenten and @nasakc‘s gaara. minato’s life is touched by rin (also @hopeburnt), obito (also @divaur), @fightingdreamcrs’s kakashi and @foxreigns‘s kushina. there are more, of course, but these are the ones that come to me most strongly when i think of my muses.

like being touched by another person, they change the fabric of my muses’ realities and the way in which I think about them as a writer. and i am very thankful for that!

A character for my WIP fan comic XResistance; Nami Rina!

Check out the DA page for more info on her! https://www.deviantart.com/thekameiotbard/art/Nami-Rina-Reference-935771116

‘  you scare me a little  ’ ( kelly )

Between you and these bones prompt

     “Well, good.” Linda stated in a matter of fact tone, while staring at Kelly.  A playful glint formed into Linda’s eyes, followed with a small smirk on her lips.  “I guess I have to take more pot shots at you when training, You might be getting a little slow.”

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[ sms ; jace ] i did some digging today [ sms ; jace ] do you think you could pick me up outside my apartment?

the haunting of hill house sentence starters. / accepting!

@xresistance​ asked: so should we talk about your day or would you rather come to bed? ( ronan )

      “——I have a way better idea, Ro, we could do both.” He slipped off his messenger bag and laid it down by the side of the dresser. “Just you and me, in bed, shit-talking about whatever pretentious customer I had today.” 

Break in the Clouds

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For once in his life, Leon S Kennedy was taking some time off. Mostly because he’d been taken off active duty after the Arias incident while it was investigated as to what degree of responsibility he had over the destruction of sections of overpass and the devastation left by a certain railgun being fired.

It’d come out of his paycheck. Not that it mattered. He had more money than he knew what to do with those days anyway, even with most of it being divvied up between an assortment of charities and donating funding towards TerraSave.

But there he was, back in Colorado, on a property he’d purchased and been paying to have kept up with acres of space near the mountains where he could in theory, get some peace and quiet. Never mind that he liked the city and its noises.

Nevertheless, he had to admit that it was nice to be away from the bustle for a little while and he kept the silence from being overbearing by blasting rock music while he tinkered with the bike he was building in the front garage. It wasn’t his style to sit around doing nothing even if the scenery did warrant some appreciation. It was a beautiful location.

It was when he stopped to take a swig of his beer that he realised that he had company.

Stepping out of the garage and into the gorgeous sunlight, shielding his eyes for a moment with his arm, he approached the redhead moving up his drive.

“Well well, if it isn’t the littlest Redfield. I hope this isn’t a repeat of the last time a Redfield interrupted my vacation.”

He was joking. Mostly.

h.p lovecraft’s from beyond sentence starters, pt 2. / accepting!

@xresistance​ asked: “all this talking about eating is making me hungry. how about getting some dinner, huh?” ( jace @ alec )

      “——sure, as long as you’re paying though, and as long as it’s not Isabelle’s cooking either.” He pointed that out with his arrow before inserting it back into the quiver. “So where do you plan on taking us?” 

@xresistance asked:    ❛ i am selfish. i am cruel. ❜ ( andrew @ neil )

“    no.  you’re not.    ”    neil replied simply,  watching the world move around them,  completely unaware of the two of them.  he held out his hand,  palm up for andrew to take or not and hummed softly when he spotted kevin moving through the crowd of eden’s twilight.    “   you’re the least selfish person i know actually.  you care so much about other people but you couldn't care less about yourself.  it kinda pisses me off to be honest.    ”

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It was all over. Gansey died ( cause of death: a true love’s kiss. ) and eventually came back to life. Cabeswater sacrificed itself, gave all power to the raven king to resurrect him. Cabeswater’s death also meant the death of Adam’s bargain; freed from his decision back when he sacrificed himself for the forest, to stop Barrington Whelk, and to wake the main ley line. Now it was all over. 

Adam leaned against the hood of the BMW. The high of the shock was slowly crumbling, gradually wavering away. His wrists were red raw, same with his fingers, and the blindfold was still dangling around his neck. Adam turned his head, side-glancing at Ronan who appeared to be leaning next to him. 

The magician, or if he was worthy to be called that now, examined the dreamer, studying his sharp profile that was caked with whatever that was unmaking him. Adam hated that moment, rendered powerless, useless, in the back of the car as Ronan was withering, the demon ruining him. He feared that Ronan would die, and Adam would be left alone with their moments, and just their moments, nothing else.

And these thoughts invoked a question. “...Is it a bad time to ask if you want to be my boyfriend?” His accent slips, uncertainty wedged between his words.