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I really thought I posted these?? That or the post got lost somewhere.

Either way here they are!😤 I have Dejah's wiki done as well as Thuan's (the big momma deserves her own post), now I'm working on Ansel's!

Just a quick summary for those who are curious, Dejah is a human who got taken in by a Yautja to be trained in their ways. Meanwhile Ansel is the son of Thuan. Dejah and Ansel met over their mentor and over the years they really bonded and grew close and become best comrades. I love em- Already started on the first chapter of what I got planned for these two and its already at 1000 words- not done yet but I'm having fun writing it.

Kindly, what in the everloving fuck, Derin.

Sleeping in a tank of goo for decades has its dangers I dunno what to tell you ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

It appears somethings have gone very wrong during Leo's slumber, and now there is no one he can trust.

(Story in progress, events depicted in memes may change)

'This price would save my life, I told myself, this pain would save my life.'

Imagine a thought

One, singal, condemning thought that could doom any intelligent civilization that ever thought it. And once you know of this thoughts existence, you are cursed by a cruel and unavoidable fate to one day think it. And the more that you think it, the more that you try, the greater the thought shall become---unstoppable.

So what do you do?

Kill everyone who ever thought it of course, and then yourself.

First chapter is done!(basically)

Finished the first chapter of current writing project, obviously not perfect yet but now that I got the words down I can move on to chapter two.

In honor of doing so, here's an example:

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The pain was sudden and unbearable, rooting itself deep into skin and muscle, but thankfully missing any major veins. The feeling of blood seeping through the cracks in myself, travelling downward by pull off gravity and loudly dripping on the floor---pat... pat... pat---it was such an unbelievably foreign feeling that the pain shocked me out of action. Leaving me wheezing upon the table as I tried to breathe through that pain, pull through the stabbing, ignore the way my bloods falling sped faster and faster into a constant trickling. It took the machine voice calling again to snap me out of unhinged nervousness.

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Downfall: The Land of Ruere, it's the first in a multi part series in which Sam and Cullen crash their ship on a deadly continent. They must learn how the people and their societies work if they ever hope to escape the pursuit of the Egotistical Bard, the mad Ethel, and the cruelly cunning Aluis. Luckily they have an ally on their side, the one man Aluis cannot kill

God's grandchildren + obsessive pursuit = The Box

Communicable will need a trigger warning for attempted suicide

Well I dunno cause none of my titles are fixed, but Communicable might be too long

None of them

Untitled document

Theo hated arsonist above all else, which was very strange considering his line of work was assassination. --[no title yet]

Jumping pov's in Communicable

Sci Fi mystery about a mad scientist on a killing spree and his colleague trying hard to catch him without ending up dead himself

I can't be bothered to keep track, it's a very fluid process

It's always starting, either the book or the chapter

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

I am also procrastinating actually writing. If you’ve multiple works in progress you can give a different answer every time!

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Enjoy!

Rot

The news was bleak. Teow had gone the depressingly apocalyptic path of its predecessor home-worlds, and at almost half the time it had taken Jorae. At only thirty seven years the signs of Rot were beginning to appear in the outcroppings of civilization, signaling it was once again time to flee.

Our crafters, creators, the engineer's of society traveling at disproportionate speeds to preserve intelligence, were of course already working on the fifth destination. It's location not even yet known by them to ensure Rot did not spread via sabotage. It was, however, too soon. Even were the shuttles to me delayed as long as humanly possible, there was doubt Moeg would be ready in time.

Even more found themselves asking why to even bother. Rot had consumed Earth, and ever sense it seemed to cling to humanity like an infection.

No moving ceased its pursuit. No cleansing purged its hold. No cure could be made to combat its growth. And neither could the weapons of men harm moving poison. Rot is reckoning taken from, a meteor from God, a karma from Gaia, a sickness. Yet still we try, still we run. Further and further every time despite the diminishing results.

It seems as though our death will finally be met upon Moeg, or perhaps on route. Only twelve thousand engineers will remain, creating planets for the dead. Given time Rot will reach them too, carbon form developing near light speed just so that it might kill the last human adrift in space. It was not enough to live alone and as a failure, the scourge condemns you to die as such without chance of salvation.

I see around me the past playing out at heightened speed. Panic, unbridled and untamed, wrecking the streets of super-cities. There was lawlessness, there was death, there was anarchy already beginning to take form, and there was fear and suffering at what would eventually come. It had happened before. I had seen it before. This time was worse however, more extreme, for we were ever more aware of imminent doom.

I have already decided to let whatever happens, happen. To let the choir of screams outside go unanswered. To let murder, and thievery, go unpunished. And to let myself die, in isolation, surrounded only by damned billion's of similar fate, as Rot consumes life. I have already decided to go unsaved.

What more could I do? The news was bleak.

The Revenant

Sirens screamed like an old Drekavac now immortalized in cold steel, their cries accompanied by violent red lights of warning which shone upon blood that bathed dead corridors. Once soldiers of courage fled down winding halls in panic, more, in dread. Rightfully scared scientists, engineers, cooks, janitors, piolets, all that remained, that is, crammed themselves into every tight corner that provided a haven of safety. God-fearing roars of resident announcer Micheal Shirk bellowed out mechanically an omen that all could see. The Revenant had arrived once more.

As hell broke loose, and the stranger from across the stars massacred the occupants of Travelway Haden, Captain Philip prepared to take his own life.

Philip thought first of despair, of agony, of pain soon arriving and to be delivered by his own pistol. A vellian shot through the chest would be the force of a raging bull, the shock of the electric chair. Millions of volts were to course through his body instantaneously on impact. A violence beyond nature that would evaporate hair, burn skin, twist bone in sudden spasm, and partially cremate upon corpseification. Even all this would not act quick enough to prevent Philip from the second pain. From feeling the gaping hole in his chest, lungs popping and hearts punctured, muscle dropping to the floor, blood pouring.

As the Revenant drew near, and the last dying screams of attempted hiders vibrated upon metal, the choice became clear.

Philip's next thoughts were of regret, for Cassandra told clearly of the knife in her hand, and how she would come to exact payment in pain. It was clear from that start that whatever was trapped within the vessel, its construction of solid tungsten and alien alloy, was never meant to be. Yet Haden had welcomed the unknown stranger, nursed it, taught it. Taught it science, and religion, and history, and culture, and politics, and above all the purest way of man, the greatest pastime of humanity, how to kill. It so passively demonstrated its clear lacking need for instruction, standing idly and with disinterest at every world not involving food, until we had come to the topic of death. Foolish as children, we were but toys that interested it, animals barking such funny noises, but when a dog bites an owner, the dog must die.

Screams had all died down now, even the howls of Shirk. Not even the Drekavac and its fellow red dared announce the coming presence, for without warning Haden was silent and dark. Silent, that is, except for the soft foot prints of the Revenant outside the command rooms very door.

Steeled, prepared, Philip turned the gun rapidly not at the mortal monster beyond but towards his own life. Pulling hard the clicking trigger so that a finger paled from pressure. Dying. Alone. One billion miles from family. But safe from the Revenant. Safe.

The Revenant did later then open the heavy door to find a bloodbath. Mangled and burnt body that smolders atop fine carpet now dipped in red, half the chest thrown against the wall. It surely smiled at this site.

--the end

Joining the open tag with newest story idea

Doesn't have a name, so for now lets call it... The Blind

---(this should be seven sentences)

Above what remained of Toledo the atmosphere was alight. That which remained, that is, for there was precious little of that remaining.

At roughly thirty-five-thousand miles per hour a shuttle was barreling towards the planet, its metal body sparking the sky. Thirty-five-thousand was too fast for a normal body to remain conscious, and so The Passenger wasn’t. They didn’t not notice the way her shuttle shred itself by the second. They hadn’t seen the plume of ash and other that they sped through, dotting the hull with pinpricks the size of a baseball. And they was powerless to stop the crash; it was coming any second now.

✨Heads up, Seven Sentence Sunday 🧞‍♂️✨

Thank you for the heads up seven up tags @mysticstarlightduck here, @topazadine here, and the Seven Sentence Sunday tag @justabigoldnerd here! I appreciate y’all 💛✨

“Noah, these people are going to be your coworkers someday—”

“—Don’t remind me.” Noah shook his head in disgust. “Ugh. Here….” He walked over to his roommate and roughly shrugged off his backpack, pushing it into Ali’s arms. “….take it.”

“I don’t want to go without you….” Ali shook his head as he gently nudged the bag back into Noah’s hands.

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An alien desires to 'court' another alien, of the race called humans. The human is desirable in every way: talented in multiple skills, professional and domestic, with soft, squishy flesh and an eagerness to learn - the alien could go on and on, but people complain when the alien talks about their 'crush', as other humans call it

The problem is, the alien's species relies on scents and pheromones for communication. Their first meeting with the human was during a crisis, and their natural scent was strong, sweat mixing with that fabled human instinct to survive with all members of their extended pack alive, too. No other human smelled quite like this one. It sent the alien's hearts a-flutter, and shivers through their many wings.

But now? The human smells different, and not in a normal human way. One week, citrus and palm fruits from the black jungles of the planet Cerib. Another week, exotic vanilla from their origin planet, with something warm and spicy the alien can't place. Lavender and honey from Blackcurrant bees. Something juicy like apples. Something this, something that, and they're all beautiful scents - but it's not the human's scent, and they can't really smell their emotions through it. Frustrating.

One day, the alien sulks, watching their desired one rush past, tablet in hand. They smell like sweetened coffee and chocolate - the latter a romantic treat to humans, and a reminder of how far they are from that romance to the alien. The human next to them breathes in the scent, and smiles.

"Man, (name's) got some great perfume on today," they say.

The alien lifts their head. "Perfume?"

A little research later, and things suddenly make sense. They'd heard about perfume before, the human wasn't the only one to wear scents, but they'd been so lovelorn they hadn't used their brain. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that humans used perfume and similar products to draw in desired partners.

Two can play at that game.

Three days later, the alien walks in to their normal location. To their surprise, the human their hearts are set on rushes towards them, calling their name.

"I'm so sorry!" They apologize. They aren't wearing any scents today. "I didn't realize my perfume might be messing with your senses. I've switched it out with another type that you'll find easier to deal with. I was just trying to..."

They trail off. The alien waits, hopeful. A new scent spikes from the human.

"Is that... Cinnamon?"

"With a little bit of Ophelion flower, and Soljoiner lemon," the alien says, smiling like the humans do. "I got inspired by your choices."

A hesitation. "Do you like it?"

The human breathes in deep. From them, now the alien can sense what they've wanted. Interest.

"You smell amazing," the human says. The glow in their eyes as they look at the alien, well, the alien adds that to their list of all the reasons they want the human as a partner.

"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Another alien says later, at the communal garden. "Humans are hardcore."

The alien looks across the way to the human of their hearts. They are smiling, they smell a bit like the alien now, from their hug.

"For that one? It's worth it."

TW: Sibling death

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Sable ignored the tugging on her arm. She ignored the muffled, staticy voice telling her they have to go. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the shell laying in front of her.

The empty husk of the one she once held close. The bare, expressionless face and the lightless eyes that once held a vibrant gold glow. The small line of oil dripping from the frameless casing's mouth that had stained the dusky purple paint.

Her twin. Her dear, sweet twin. The one who knew her best. The only one Sable had called her packmate since coming online. Her beloved twin, her other half, was caught by a Husker.

The voice speaking to her became clearer as the shock wore off. So did Sable's grief.

"Sable, we have to go!" Lyra continued to tug on Sable's arm, trying to get her away from the shell of their packmate.

Sable stared at Maura's husk for a few more moments before wrenching her arm out of Lyra's grasp.

"No..." the lone twin muttered. "We're not leaving."

"I know you don't want to leave her, but it's not safe here," Lyra tried to reason. "I know you love her, but sitting here waiting for a Husker to find us isn't going to bring her back."

"...I can't leave her..." Sable once again muttered more to herself than to her last living packmate.

Lyra drew back from Sable. She just said I. She just said I.

"Sable..?" The red, imp-like android places a clawed hand on Sable's shoulder.

"We were one." The dusky-colored drone sits down on her knees in front of her identical husk. "And now we are none."

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Wip of a story I might write at some point. For background, Sable and Maura were twin androids who had interlinked code, causing them to say things like "our favorite color" or "we're tired" instead of my or I.

Suna Rintaro

STARLIGHT // Suna Rintaro X Reader

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢 𝐚𝐮

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐎𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

OC in 15 or less Tag

Thank you for the Tag, @cowboybrunch (here)! <3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I'm doing half of this for my OC Cory Blythe, from Mutant Inquiries, and the other half for Augustus Grimmure, from Enchanted Illusions for this tag!

Cory Blythe

"Listen, douchebag, I'm far too sober to deal with whatever this bullshit is right now and I'm already running late for my fucking job - by the way, I'm far more scared of my boss than I am of you. So how about you go mug someone else and I don't stab you with these heels?"

"And you seriously thought involving 'Miss Trust Fund' over here in our mess was a good idea? No! You just signed our early death certificate." [...] "Why? Oh my god, I don't know, Becky... maybe because her infamously overprotective dad is the CEO of a fucking multimillionaire enterprise and you just dragged his only daughter to the middle of a conspiracy?! I don't care if she wants to help! That's Violet Villarosa, for fuck's sake. We're dead now, we're so dead - I'll have a closed casket for sure."

"The more I live, the more I realize I might be the sanest person in this group of idiots. And that scares me."

"Are any of you going to explain why there's a random dude bleeding out in my brand-new car? No? Okay then."

"Becky," [they take a deep breath] "My best friend, my surrogate sister, the caffeinated cutie-pie of my life, I say this in the most polite way possible - I'd rather be waterboarded with lava than hear that plan ever again."

"Teague, let's make one thing very fucking clear - I'm following my side of the contract, so you can do whatever you want to me in the meantime. But my friends - my family - they're off limits, and if I ever find out you sent any one of your thugs after Rebecca or any of them again, it'll be the last goddamn thing you do. I don't care if you're the head of the mob, or if I'll be food for the fishes afterward - you're not the only one here with a pocketknife, fucker."

"I call dibs on the fluffy socks and the cereal!"

"Look, just because I'm not a mutant like you guys doesn't mean I can't seriously fuck somebody up with a shotgun. Now, one of you might want to take the wheel of this car 'cause I'm about to do just that."

Augustus Grimmure

Augustus felt rejuvenated - like he’d just woken up from a nice nap, adjusting his bloodstained dapper suit and glaring at the now soulless corpse. “Oh -" He looked down, noticing the crimson splatters on his coat "That’s just nonsense! Look at this, it's all ruined and covered in blood! It was my new suit! How dare he stab me.”

"My, my, it's a great deal of a fall from up here. I'm not so sure about this anymore, Hattie-" He looked over the speeding train's railing, turning to Harriet with a shaky, nervous chuckle. As he did, he noticed the outline of the two goons clambering into the wagon behind them, guns ready. "Oh, well, as some say - ladies first!" Before she could say anything, Augustus pushed her over the railing - summoning a portal beneath her. Two bullets flew past the spot where she'd just been standing, instead lodging themselves in the young necromancer, who jumped into the portal just before it closed.

"Well, you could attack us, boys, and I'll merely consume all your souls - string by string, painstakingly severing the cord between your life and afterlife until you're all empty husks. You know who I am, and what I can do to mercenaries who threaten people I hold dear." His eyes glowed in the dark, the mark on his wrist causing the mercenaries to stumble back in shock, as shadows swirled around him. "Now, are you sure this is a wise decision to make in the name of your boss, a man who was too lazy to even come get his own hands dirty?"

"I can't tell you more about it, love." He shook his head with a dejected smile, clutching his own arms in a vice grip. "About my deal, about the Deathbringer and what I did. I can't. It's, no - they're just too dangerous, and I made a mistake. I fear it... it won't end well."

"For some reason, I don't think your cousin likes me very much, Harriet." Augustus spoke under his breath after Vincent stormed out, a playful but somewhat serious lilt to his words, concerned. [She replies "It's not about you, per se. Vincent doesn't really like anyone"] The necromancer chuckled. "No, this seems so very personal."

"My grandma used to bring me to this place, when I was a kid." He mused, fiddling with the blue flower between his fingers, before placing it inside the book. "For a lonely commoner kid with a strange magic that everyone was afraid of, these dusty books were paradise. A world where maybe I really could be anyone."

"May I have this dance, darling? We may as well enjoy this uppity evening on our own terms, before anyone makes it otherwise."

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OC Picrew Tag

I found another, really cool, Picrew! And I made some of the cast from Supernova Initiative! The only thing I disliked is that there wasn't much of a variety of skin tones or face shapes, so it was a rather limited Picrew, but still somewhat a fun Picrew for some of my silly OCs and I just wanted to share some of my new characters lol

Kye Thalax

Jasper Astrophell

Meridian Shardd

Jack Tithus

Zenyth Astrophell

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Writing Share Tag!

Thanks for the tag @drchenquill (here)!

This is a scene that will take place a bit further down the line in Supernova Initiative but I wrote it today and couldn't wait to share it so here it is!

(Spoilers for Supernova Initiative under the cut)

The door wooshed open and Zenyth stormed into the room, his boot's heels clacking loudly as he walked, practically stomping on the polished stark white concrete. "Where the fuck is Jasper?!"

In the high table, the Syndicate looked down upon him with a myriad of different expressions - a mocking, patronizing air being the main one.

The High Councilman, sitting in the center of the half-circle that was the table, answered lazily, barely looking up from the holographic screen in front of him. "Somewhere else, until you fulfill your end of the bargain. Are you certain that's pertinent information as it stands?"

Zenyth seethed, closing his hands into fists "He's my son! Of course, that's 'pertinent' information. You have no right- "

The man looked at him then, a smug smirk on his face and a condescending lilt to his voice that made Zenyth want him dead even more "But we do," He tapped his fingers on the shiny lacquer surface of the table, "You should've thought of that before dealing with us. We want those weapons, and you assured us AstroCorp would provide them."

Zenyth smiled, so vitriolic it seemed more like a snarl than an actual smile. All things considered, the latter was probably more suitable to the context.

"And my company will provide those weapons, as was agreed, once I see the benefit in allying my resources with your cause. And kidnapping my son isn't doing your case any favors here."

The High Councilman cut him off, teasing "Oh, since when did you - an anarchist, the most infamous weapons dealer in the system - start being picky with your clientele? Isn't your whole M.O. 'profit before anything else'? You don't exactly have the moral high ground, anywhere."

Zenyth answered, crossing his arms over his chest, " That may be true - but as a businessman, I want to ensure I'm siding with the winning side. There's no profit in funding a lost cause, much less in a civil war. That would just be bad business." He tilted his head slightly to the side as he continued, narrowing his eyes "Either way, my son has nothing to do with this - he has, literally, nothing to do with the deal. Or with the company."

The other's smirk grew even more unbearable and his voice dripped saccharine like rotten candy "Well, now he does. Besides, I'm starting to like this new arrangement quite a lot - the genius founder of AstroCorp is now my obedient puppet, ready to supply as many weapons as I need, whenever I require them. For as long as my army needs him to. Quite beneficial."

The other members of the Syndicate, who had been rather silent until then, exchanged a look - a silent toast to their not-so-small victory. He should've seen this coming. After all, this was a business of sharks and any weakness would be sniffed out like blood in the water from a mile away - Zenyth cringed at how overconfident he'd been to think he had the upper hand.

Still, that didn't wound his boldness. In fact, the amount of paternal rage he was feeling right now only bolstered his defiance. He gave the High Councilman a venomous glare and this time, he was the one who smirked. "Or... maybe one day you'll wake up to a bomb under your bed and that shit-eating grin of yours will get splattered into smithereens halfway across the galaxy with everything in this fucking base if you don't give me back my son."

Hushed whispers from between the members of the council echoed from the high table and around the vast hall. The two men glared at each other for a long moment, but then the High Councilman broke the silence.

With a laugh.

"Are you sure you want to make that threat?" The older man asked, standing up, before gesturing at the holographic screen in front of him, casually, as if Zenyth's prior threats were no more than the annoying buzz of a fly "Because I've got at least five, very trigger-happy, soldiers waiting in the other line - and they're itching to hear their next command."

Zenyth said nothing in response, mouth forming a thin line as he took in the implications of the not-so-unspoken threat. His eyes practically boiled with rage, and if a glare could kill, each one of the Syndicate's members would be dead a long time ago.

The High Councilman leaned forward, "Thought so. Are we in an understanding?"

Zenyth took a long while to answer, simmering in his anger and using all of his willpower not to do something irreversible right now. After a long, drawn-out moment that felt like a whole minute, he answered "Yes."

With that, he didn't even wait for the other to say anything else and spun in his heels and beelined it out of the hall as fast as he could. Mind racing, his thoughts were torn between the impulsive urge to kill the entire Syndicate and trying to figure out a way to locate his son.

And he knew exactly who to call to bring this place crashing down.

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Character Intro - Jack Tithus

This is a character introduction for Jack Tithus, one of the main protagonists of my WIP Supernova Initiative!

If you like this, please reblog! 💕

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☆・・Aesthetic/Moodboard ・・☆

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

A charming and rebellious intergalactic thief, Jack is currently the most wanted man in all of the Junction planetary systems. Using heists as a tool to stand up against their galaxy's oppressive government, he has gained quite a reputation. Otherwise, Jack is a caring older brother and a good friend, someone who would do anything to keep his loved ones out of harm's way, even if it means endangering himself.

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☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - He/Him

Age - 25

Current Role - Protagonist, and part of the main cast

Appearance - Jack has bright auburn hair styled into an asymmetrical bob with an undercut. His skin is warm white, and he has a small scar on the bridge of his nose from a gunfire that nicked him. He has average height - around 173 cm tall - and a lithe, but athletic, build. His eyes are dark brown and he has a kind smile. Usually, he wears practical clothes - his usual attire consists of a simple T-shirt, a synthetic leather pilot jacket, cargo pants, and boots. He also always wears the trinket necklace Cassie - his younger sister - made for him some years ago.

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 8w9

✶ MBTI: ESFP

Occupation: Intergalactic thief, pilot, rebel

Species & Place of Birth: Human; Cethea III (a moon of the planet of Ivion in one of the Junction systems).

Sexuality: Asexual

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☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist

Playlist Sneak Peek:

Fight Fire with Gasoline - Self-Deception

Panic Room - Au/Ra

Protector - City Wolf

March - Jesse Abbey

Strong for Somebody Else - Citizen Soldier

Play Dirty - Kevin McAllister

And more!

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative #oc: jack tithus

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Source for moodboard pictures & music playlist: Pinterest & Spotify respectively

Character Intro - Deimos Soll

This is a character introduction for Jack Tithus, one of the main protagonists of my WIP Supernova Initiative!

If you like this, please reblog! 💕

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☆・・Aesthetic/Moodboard ・・☆

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

The deadliest sniper in the entire galaxy, Deimos was Jack and Cassie's first crew member and their adoptive brother, who grew up with the duo in the ruthless streets of Cethea III. He grew estranged from his siblings a couple of years before the main story, and eventually left the crew to pursue a solo career as a sniper and work more actively to aid the rebellion efforts against the Junction - as of the beginning of the main plot, he and his siblings are unexpectedly reunited and must begrudgingly work together once more in what quite possibly is the deadliest heist of their lives. And much to their surprise, rekindle the bond they once had as a trio.

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☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - He/Him Age - 26 Current Role - Narrative Foil to Jack & is also a Deuteragonist Appearance - Deimos has long, dark blue hair which he usually keeps tied into a neat bun or ponytail. He is incredibly tall when compared to his human peers, standing at around 7ft or 213cm. He is very lanky and thin, not having much in the matter of sheer strength, which he compensates with his remarkable speed and agility. His style is usually impeccable, the space-version of casual chic for sure. His go-to attire is a (literally) bullet-proof white robe with white pants, a charcoal black hooded cloak, and leather boots (I showcased his outfit in this tag, as well as the outfits of some other members of the crew).

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 1w9

✶ MBTI: INTJ

Occupation: Sniper/Assassin/Sharpshooter, intergalactic thief, mercenary, gun for hire. Species & Place of Birth: Zatrian (alien), Ivion. Sexuality: Bisexual but often leaning more towards straight, depending on his mood.

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☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist

Playlist Sneak Peek:

Bloodshot - Sam Tinnesz

Alone With Myself - Citizen Soldier

Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert

I'm Alive - Shinedown

Gladiator - Jann

Eyes On Me - Asteria

And more!

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative #oc: deimos soll

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Source for moodboard pictures & music playlist: Pinterest & Spotify respectively

Character Intro - Cassiopeia Tithus

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

A genius young inventor, Cassiopeia - or Cassie, as she's usually called - has always had a knack for robot engineering, making her first robots out of scrap metal in a junkyard when she was just a little kid. She's the younger sister of Jack Tithus, her older brother and only guardian, who raised her alone after they were orphaned. Cassie has a big heart and an undyingly optimistic outlook in life - always looking for the fun and good side of things, even when there is practically none. She is a key character in this story, and the secrets encrypted into her blood are tied to one of the main plot twists of this book series!

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☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - She/her Age - 18 Current Role - Part of the main cast Appearance - Cassie has medium to long curly dark brown hair, which she usually paints/streaks in different shades of blue and purple, a habit she has had ever since she was a little kid. She's around 5,3ft or 161cm, and while she is rather slim she is also surprisingly strong. Her usual outfit consists of a colorful T-shirt with a fun print, oversized - often in neon hues - hoodies, cargo pants with flashy belts, and a pair of old purple sneakers. She always wears her half of the trinket necklace, which matches the half she gave to Jack as a gift.

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 4w3

✶ MBTI: ISTP

Occupation: Inventor, robot engineer/mechanic, intergalactic thief. I believe she would also identify herself as a part-time menace to society lmao Species & Place of Birth: Human; Cethea III Sexuality: Straight

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☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist

Playlist Sneak Peek:

Said and Done - Reinaeiry

I'm Just A Kid - Simple Plan

So What - P!nk

What The Hell - Avril Lavigne

Let's Do This - Outskrts

Only Teardrops - Emmelie de Forest

And more!

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative

#oc: cassiopeia tithus

#oc: cassie tithus

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Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Source for moodboard pictures & music playlist: Pinterest & Spotify respectively

Character Intro - Kye Thalax

If you like this, please reblog! 💕

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

A ruthless mercenary and occasional assassin who specializes in poisons and deadly chemicals, Kye starts out as the most morally grey character in the crew, an antihero who isn't afraid to do terrible things or be downright evil to get what he wants. Haunted by his brutal past, Kye has become quite unpredictable and sometimes harsh to others, even when he doesn't want to be. Kye also often resorts to deceit and manipulation to take down his enemies, an prefers to find smart and creative solutions rather than trying to face problems head-on or through sheer strength. He was a childhood acquaintance/friend of Artemis, but the two have long since become rivals due to an incident in their shared past that has been left unresolved.

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☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - He/HimAge - Unspecified yet, but around 19 or 20 years old Current Role - Antihero & part of the main cast, rival to Artemis Zreeth Appearance - Kye has long, straight greyish-white hair, usually effortlessly styled loose. He is thin and lanky, as well as rather tall, standing at 6ft or around 182cm. His eyes are an icy cyan or light blue hue, and he has a very sharp gaze. His outfit usually consists of a black long-sleeved shirt, a dark grey or black jacket or overcoat, grey pants, and polished black leather combat boots - he also always wears gloves, usually either stark white or pitch black.

Personality Types:

✶ Enneagram: 6w5

✶ MBTI: INTP

Occupation: Mercenary, assassin, chemicals and poisons expert, intergalactic thief. Species & Place of Birth: Khylet (alien), Thypsiell (planet in the Khosmonian Galaxies) Sexuality: Unknown

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☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist

Playlist Sneak Peek:

Hero - David Kushner

Casualty - Hidden Citizens, Tash

Super Villain - Stileto, Silent Child, Kendyle Paige

I Am Machine - Three Days Grace

Living Hell - Bella Poarch

Wildflowers - Tom Petty

Assassin - Au/ra

And more!

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative

#oc: kye thalax

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Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@saturnine-saturneight @diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood @amaiguri @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Source for moodboard pictures & music playlist: Pinterest & Spotify respectively