#polaris-entertainment

[toppermostpoppermost]

Fair warning: this is going to be weirder than usual.

CONTROL I Remedy Entertainment

[thesaart]

Little sketches

[morgan1413]

okay, is it just me, or does Jesse Polaris sound absolutely adorable here?? 🥺 I hope we get more of her in the future, we were robbed by only getting 2 lines of dialogue, honestly 😍

[anyoneoranythingbesidesyou]

Down the rabbit hole and back to the North Star

[corawithfanfiction]

X-Men Next Step Is Evolution I Winter Soldier & Polaris (and Wolverine)

all this time that i have spent away (episode 8)

episode 7 - episode 9

Summary: After Sam and Bucky detained Lorna (Polaris) and Remy (Gambit). During the interrogation, they learn why Remy was in the casino.

warnings: conflict, swearing, explosion, fight, human trafficking, gore, blood, depression, panic attacks, human limbs, unconscious amusements

✗

How could you lose yourself, how did that nervous breakdown come. What kind of uncertainty. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!

With Remy's second blast, Lorna had used up the last of her strength. Her legs could no longer support her as the black flecks in front of her grew darker and darker. She felt a strong arm quickly grab her, but the rest was a blur to her dark mind.

Logan's body lay on the ground, as still as it had been for hours. Bucky and Sam didn't recognize the man on the ground. Or one of them had been telling him some lies. Either way, they had learned about him while Lorna was downstairs doing her show before the explosion. But the man was an enigma, even though Sam had sent him to Joaquin for information.

Lorna stirred uncomfortably where she lay with a throbbing head. She tried to hold her head with hands, but it didn't take her long to realize that her hands were tied. Blinking her eyes several times, she tried to clarify her vision, In the meantime, she had involuntarily fidgeted a lot. She couldn't stop her skirt from falling open, but she couldn't fix it with her bound hands.

As Remy let out a small whistle at the sight before him, Lorna saw that he was tied up too. He was trapped in the twisted pipes. Twisted pipes?

Sam and Bucky tore their gaze away from the young woman in front of them, causing Lorna o giggle involuntarily. "I'm okay with everything you've done - including being tied up against my will - but an unbuttoned skirt offends you gentlemen." Lorna involuntarily squirmed when she saw Bucky approaching her. Was she scared? She wasn't sure. I mean, she had heard stories about the Winter Soldier, but there was something very different about this man. Lorna couldn't put her finger on it, and frankly she wasn't sure if she would like it if she did. She continued as if all these thoughts were not confusing her. "What a great example of virtue!"

When Bucky came to Lorna's side, he bowed quickly. During this time he never broke eye contact. Eyes that were a shade of blue with a gray tint, like an eternity. Lorna shifted her gaze to his hands, trying to shake them off.

Bucky hadn't broken eye contact. Lorna could still feel his gaze on her face. Bucky idly smoothed Lorna's skirt with his metal hand. For a brief moment his fingers brushed Lorna's thighs. Even that fraction of a second took Lorna's breath away. When the young woman looked up at the man standing up, she saw that the blues were still in her own eyes. This made her swallow involuntarily.

As Bucky turned and walked back to his friend, Lorna did what she knew best to regain her composure. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," she managed to say, drawing attention back to herself. The pleasant attention never left her. Despite the sound of Lorna's voice, Bucky didn't bother to turn his gaze to the young woman.

"At least this is not where I want my hands tied, ah but if we are playing this game why don't we make it more fun." the danger in her eys was on her tongue. The dangerous smile on her face was growing by the moment.

"Look, young lady, this is not a game. You need to understand that first." Sam stepped into the conversation, finally deciding to turn his gaze to Lorna.

"Nobody claimed otherwise, big guy, calm down!" Lorna rolled her eyes. "Anyway, look, you've interrupted all my work and I don't have all this time. So if you'll excuse me," she turned to Remy. "Are you going to start telling me?"

With a deep sight, Remy drew attention to himself. "After you left, to go to the Academy, this place wasn't as much as it used to be. The people in charge decided to look for someone new, someone who would be famous for her family, but who would also be stronger than you. Someone who wouldn't leave us. In the meantime, they kept looking for you. Him too."

Remy began to explain the events in a matter - of - fact yet calm manner. Occasionally he paused for a few seconds between sentences to gauge Lorna's reaction. He had known the young woman for years, but this was certainly new for Remy.

"After a while they stopped looking you, at least you weren't the subject of meetings. It was like they had forgotten. No one was mentioning your name." He blew out his breath loudly. Sam and Bucky were listening to him carefully, but they didn't stop checking in on the young woman.

"After a while it started to get weird. I started looking for you outside the Casino. You know, it is nice that we still have a few secret places that they don't know about, if you remember." Lorna rolled her eyes and shook her head left and right as a flirtatious smile settled on Remy's face, but she too had a small smile on her face.

"Anyway, I wasn't always very popular at the Casino, they were used to me disappearing for long periods of time, so I disappeared for a while, pretending to be on the run from another theft-" Remy was interrupted by Lorna, "What did you steal this time Remy?!"

"To tell you the truth, L. I didn't steal much," his smile was extremely goofy. Lorna couldn't help frowning at the sight. "She stole my heart."

"Her," said all three of Remy's listeners at the same time.

Remy looked at them and laughed, but turned his gaze back to Lorna and continued. "I'm in love L. And for real this time." Remy laughed involuntarily as Lorna raised one eyebrow and looked at her old friend, Sam checking on Logan on the floor while Bucky listened with a frown.

"Don't get me wrong, honey, you and I had a really crazy love life. But let's not kid anyone, it wasn't exactly a love affair," the crooked smile on his face would have annoyed Lorna under normal circumstances, but here was Remy taking about someone else and his eyes sparkling. It wasn't something you saw very often.

"Anyway, stay on topic, L." He said, but he hadn't yet managed to wipe the goofy smile off his face. "When I was looking for you, suddenly she was all I could focus on. I admit she made me forget to even look for you. She had people on the run too," He sighed deeply and they realized he was getting angry. But Remy quickly continued. "She was with me when I went back to the Casino. I hoped maybe I could arrange something. I hadn't heard a word from you anyway." Although his voice remained calm, his clenched jaw gave him away. "So I thought I could at least help Anne Marie."

Lorna's eyebrows furrowed at the name. Her mouth formed a small 'o' and before she could say anything, Remy picked up where he left off.

"Casino had found that 'perfect' person. Stronger than you. Her family is strong and behind her. That ad name that won't leave them." He turned his eyes to the two men listening to him and waited a moment. As if searching for the right words. The silence was starting to get on Lorna's nerves and she couldn't take it anymore. "Who did they bring!" She asked. But it was more like an order than a question.

"Bella Donna Boudreaux"

Lorna wanted to get up quickly at the sound of the name, but her restraints prevented her from doing so. The fact that Bella had been brought to the Casino instead of her was the final straw that infuriated the young woman. Tragically funny. She thought this Casino had a better sense of humor.

As the brown of their eyes turned green in thin veins, the knife on Bucky's belt flew into the air, cutting the ropes that held Lorna bound. Before Bucky realized what had happened, Sam was ready to lash out, but Bucky stopped his friend.

"With all due respect, gentlemen, I'm here on a mission and," her gaze flickered to the eyes of the two men waiting to attack her, "If you are going to tie me up and do nothing, then you'll agree there's no point in me sitting here." Ignoring the sound of her heels on the floor, Lorna stomped over to Remy, pulled Remy out of the pipes and said,

"Come on, let's get littlr Anna Marie out of Bella's hands and get the hell out of here!" She said.

TAG LIST:

@oscarissac2099 @mandybug39 @elliegrace5853 @oxoxkittyxoxo

@redshinypearls @loganskittycatears @strxngegirl @verytyrantcat

@angelesgmez @lillianadreams @kds1990-blog @deathangelraven @birbita @spideyboycoy @thatgirl101blog @iconicredhoodie @aizawash0e @katherinethewitch @i-crossed-kriss @rose2love @cottagewitchybitch @norwalkballer @freedreampeach @supersoldatbarnesstuff @lumenseal @aestheticgrungecrybaby @bex-03 @vikizzy @loganskittycatears @putbloghere @dinogoofymutated @corawithfanfiction @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

[fangirloverlode]

‘My Angel’ by Adrianne Lenker is so Jesse Faden and Polaris coded

[bunny-heels]

as a last minute thing if we find out Mr Door and Polaris have some sort of connection to each other in more ways than just being in both Control and AW and them being clearly powerful entities, like if we find out theyre at least from the same dimension or something or are related in a deeper way, im gonna drink paint

[theknittinggoblin]

Idk about y'all, but I'd love to read a Magnus Archives & Alan Wake/Control crossover fic

[damez1979]

Control: Polaris - Journey Through the Ashtray Maze and Beyond!

[todayisdeadinside]

The “Louis is homophobic” narrative is so outrageously dumb that it feels like it was manufactured in a top-secret lab that specializes in bad takes and Twitter misinformation. Like, are y’all okay? Blink twice if it has rotted your critical thinking skills.

Let’s start with the infamous “I am in fact straight ” tweet thread debacle .Yes. That one. The cursed hieroglyphic carved into the stone tablet of Larrie discourse. Do we know Louis even wrote that? No. Do we know he wasn’t pressured to tweet it? Absolutely not. That thing reads like it was drafted by an intern who smells like Axe body spray and internalized homophobia. And even if he did write it, who among us hasn’t tweeted something mid-spiral, mid-slander, or mid-pr-management-disaster? I once tweeted “I love cardio” after crying on a treadmill run. We’ve all been there.

But here’s the thing: Louis’s actual, observable behavior? Screams “deeply queer coded closeted boy who’s been suppressed for over a decade” let’s start rom the very beginning, in 1D interviews, he straight up REFUSED to entertain the weird, gross questions about male fans and them potentially being attracted to the boys bait questions. He danced around it and looked at the interviewer like they needed therapy. A homophobe doesn’t do that. A person who’s been taught to fear queerness would not dance around a bigoted opportunity served on a silver platter by British tabloid goons.

Now, let’s talk about Only the Brave. That song is so queer-coded it needs to pay rent in West Hollywood. The lyrics sound like they were stolen from a poet who stares longingly at their best friend across a candlelit pub. You think some homophobe just wakes up and writes “it’s a church of burnt romances” over sad,slow guitar strums like that’s a normal Saturday morning? Honey. That song is aching. It’s cinematic. It’s closeted gay in a war film meets Catholic guilt meets forbidden glances across a church pew. Straight men don’t write like that unless they’re trying to land a GLAAD award or overcompensating for owning five pairs of cargo shorts. Let’s also not ignore COACOAC and all along.

AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE GAY BARS. This man isn’t “accidentally” stumbling into queer spaces like he tripped over a curb and landed on the dance floor at Heaven. He’s comfortable there. He brings his long-term “girlfriend” there for her birthday. He’s not just vibing—he’s thriving. He’s at home. He probably knows the bartender by name. Homophobes do not take their “girlfriend” to one of the most queer friendly known places (Amsterdam) and then write about missing their lover while they’re there 🤨. And then do damage control when people figure out the line HE pointed out to make it clear it was not about his “girlfriend”. Be serious.

Also, let us not forget that this man promoted Polari. Polari. Do antis know how deep cut that is? That’s not “I saw a rainbow once and felt warm.” That’s “I researched underground queer British slang from the 1900s and wore it proudly on my literal chest.” It’s like if a straight dude casually wore a T-shirt that said “Stonewall was a riot” and then went right back to watching football. That’s not a casual choice. That’s a coded statement wrapped in giggles and subtext.

Oh and antis love to erase how Louis helped shape Harry into the fearless, gender-fluid person he is today. “Painted nails make Harry beautiful.” HE SAID THAT. Welllll before it was male fashion. That was during the era of tight skinny jeans and judgment, not Gucci gowns and Vogue covers. He was supporting Harry’s expression when people were still saying “that’s a bit much, innit?” And then there’s the “I’ve never seen you in a dress before mmmmmm” moment. The delivery? Iconic. The eyes? Full of love. The vibe? Boyfriend.

When Harry waved the pride flag for the first time and Louis was literally BEAMING at him like he’d just watched his baby take its first steps? Yeah, that wasn’t the reaction of a man who hates queerness. That was a man who was proud. That was personal. That was “I see you, and I love you” with a Donny accent and a huge smile.

Also, the way antis act like Louis would be totally fine with queer fans in person, but then immediately log onto Twitter like the Wicked Witch of Westboro Baptist Church is so laughably illogical I’m getting a six-pack from the mental gymnastics. Homophobia isn’t platform-dependent! You can’t be like “he’s a proud dad at concerts but a bigot in 280 characters or less.” That’s not how people work. That’s how satire works.

And please—please—tell me how a homophobic man would stand in front of thousands of queer fans waving pride flags and say “I feel so fucking confident, so fucking protected.” He didn’t say “appreciated.” He didn’t say “respected.” He said protected. As in, “I feel safer here than anywhere else.” If you think a homophobe says that sincerely, you need to open a book and then maybe touch grass.

But maybe I’m just a troglodyte, sitting in my little internet cave, clutching my gaydar and refusing to accept twitter takes as gospel. But what I do know is that Louis is about as homophobic as that guy who claps as he watches a drag queen get engaged. He’s queer-coded, emotionally intelligent, and more comfortable in queer environments than most straight girls at bottomless brunch.

Let’s be real. They don’t actually think he’s homophobic. They just don’t see him. They don’t listen to him. They refuse to understand him. And instead of owning up to their bias, they make it weird.

holy shit anon i am kissing you on the mouth this is beautiful and SO correct. also, hilarious. i laughed unreasonably hard at the jokes and puns. whoever you are, please get into a writing field. youll thrive there.

[theconsciouscrow]

And that's why i love Remedy games: the story tries to sell their hero, but there's no hero nor villain; it's all about who gives agency to whom, and how that power is used. You're hearing Naughty Dog? Stop making players feel bad about themselves: start writing about a.g.e.n.c.y.

polaris is math and order. hiss is organics and chaos. polaris is about the importance of the individual which comes with the progress. hiss is about the community above individual's will.

polaris didn't help dylan because she wanted jesse to succeed as an individual and not as part of faden family, because her nature is to be unique – and ultimately, alone. that's why hedron ended up being destroyed, darling sent to hell, dylan being abandoned – because polaris already has jesse, a single, most capable host who put herself into the most unique position – the director of federal bureau of control – by herself.

[morgan1413]

whenever she's on my mind and I'm imagining the types of songs and bands that Jesse Faden would listen to, I always come back to this one, it totally has her vibe along with most of this band's output in general 💖

[karinadele]

Polaris

Pharma x Reader

ooc as usual...

Warnings: Angst, destructive behavior, suicidal ideation (on pharma's part), open ending

"How did it ever come to this?"

He told himself. Feeling his vocal processors lock up and he chokes on his own feelings. Gritting his denta until he knows it'll bend. Lubricant welling up in his optics as he trembles in his berth. The only comfort is the blanket that you arm knitted for him. A red and white fluffy yarn, laced with blue, with his red cross embroidered along the corners.

He misses you so much. Desperately searching for the solace of your comfort. Long has the stupidity of your behaviors left his processors. Now replaced with completely obsessive thoughts of longing for you. It hurts. It's eating him alive, a pain worse than a million scraplets jumping on him. He's a medic yet doesn't know what to do.

He would brush it off as usual if he could, but now it's no longer possible. As if his hardlines have been rewired with nothing but data of you. You've somehow crawled into his motherboard and replaced every component with nothing but pieces labeled with you. Hard drive, memory, even his audials. He thinks, feels, hears you.

With what sanity he has left he throws a fist at the wall, denting the metal wall of the clinic.

Hearing your stupid chirps, your ridiculously lovely voice, how you're always making stupid poses to cheer everyone up.

How you told him it's okay to be tired, to want to give up, and that it's acceptable to just throw it away and be done. He never even allowed himself to entertain the thought of giving up. Only always pushing forward to continue in his suffering a guilt ridden lifestyle to maintain Delphi. Every cog he harvested for Tarn was a reminder that he's an absolute terrible bot.

Overtime, those thoughts have left him, and procedures became of second nature to him. Just another day on the job. Another job to be done so him and Delphi can continue to survive.

That one evening in the blizzard of Messatine, he was dusting off his servos of his remorse as he strolled out the front doors. Almost missing you at first, until he saw a cloud of smoke wafting over his way. A human. Crouched and leaning by the wall of the facility as you puff on your cigarette, lazily drawing nothings in the snow.

When you come to notice him, you hitched a breath and choked on your drag, falling on your ass into the snow. You're used to the bots, being part of the crew on the Lost Light and accustomed to their shenanigans. What you didn't expect was for them to forget about you after pit stopping on Messatine. Now you're faced with a glaringly intimidating seeker.

Originally Pharma wanted nothing to do with you. Toss you out into the cold and let you freeze. Yet your snarkiness and quick thinking won out in the end. You read him like an open book. He always thought he was a complex character, but perceived simple by others. Yet within cycles you've found all his weakness. His need to control, his desperate attempts to hold himself together because he has no choice. Long gone was the smirk on his faceplate, only to be replaced with vulnerability and an unexplainable rage.

Unable to throw you out as you would be a liability if any information of his personality and actions make it out, he begrudgingly kept you. Merely as a pet at first. It wasn't until Ambulon came back freezing from the cold that you spent nights arm knitting bot sized blankets for everyone. The Lost Light might have been warm, but not Messatine. Individually tailored to the 3 medics residing in Delphi, Pharma had no use for such things. Tossing it on the edge of his berth to be forgotten. Little did he know how it would have been his only connection to you.

"It's okay to give up you know. To want death, to want everything to end." You chirped up in your usual cheery voice, although with a tinge of emotion.

Was it from personal experience?

Spending all his time saving lives, and killing them, yet wishing for escape for himself. This caught him off-guard.

"I'm not condoning it, and I will miss you if you do, but I'm here to validate your feelings. You're struggling and no one has told you that you're allowed to. So I will." You tell him as you rock back and forth on your feet, arms held together in the back.

Pharma didn't know how much these words would have affected him. Now, with you gone, he wretchedly clung onto that memory. Replaying it over and over, until that's the only thing in his processor. First Aid and Ambulon noticed too, watching him fall into despair clutching onto the knitted blanket that they too, each have. A lingering parting gift from you.

-----

A/N: there's no happy ending for him, he suffers dying with transformation rust or dies ripping out his own spark ig. I wish him the best. Perhaps reader will come back... hold on strong Pharma..

Ig tell me if u want more.... i personally hate leaving angst open ended...

[rei-ismyname]

HOUSE OF XCII Highlights

Towards the end of Krakoa the novel idea of a mini speed running the era in X-Men 92/TAS-style came together and it was pretty fun. Krakoa was full of characters that just didn't exist in 92 (or were dead, so some fancy footwork was required to dunk it in nostalgia while maintaining continuity and entertaining.

Assault on the Master Mold

These 90s mutants were wise enough to bring Magneto on the Mother Mold assault, and after everyone dies he easily crushes the base into nothing. Seriously, just send him in first. This base was actually a bunch of X-Men enemies like Trask and Wolverine spent too long quipping at him to prevent him pressing a single button - activating the ORCHIS protocols.

The Five resurrect folks with clothes on! Makes sense - 92 was way less horny than Krakoa (and was a children's cartoon.) Chuck is lying here. MotherMold destroyed, but they really needed to stop that button being pressed. How do they know about ORCHIS?

Everyone's fave mallrat

This lady. Jubilee has Moira's resurrective immortality abilities and she's hiding in a metal shack in a very public space on Krakoa. Her secret of not being dead etc will surely be uncovered soon. Also, Logan is literally standing outside it sniffing. Send him to stab a single feeble middle-aged man and he's useless, but he will sniff out your secrets just for kicks. Anyway, Moira Jubilee is pissed off at the helmet bros for Logan's blunder.

RADICAL! I like these data pages for how much work they do and the cowabunga style. I feel sorry for The Five having to work with Fabian Cortez though. These jokes are awful too.

If you kill your enemies, they stop being a problem.

X of Swords is recognisable but is over quickly. Arkon is the provocateur but Genesis here cuts his head off and reveals it was all her doing. To test Krakoa or something. She looks ridiculous. Just don't think about how much of Apocalypse's physicality is due to Celestial enhancements and what Genesis looking identical implies.

Ayyy, Polaris' hair is green!

Beast was one of the folks that died in X of Swords, and the Otherworld caveat applies to resurrection plus they become evil and immune to telepathy. Dark Beast comes back and highjacks all Sinister's schemes. Also, the first X-Men vote happens at the gala! I think that's Sunfire.

Yeah let's dig up Cody. See what that MF has to say.

Okay yeah there's confirmation. There's a lot of Easter eggs in 92, most of which are funny. Revealing what Logan is pissed off about would spoil the twist, but he's being a possessive dick over Jean. Scott is like 'she is a big girl who can make her own choices.' Sabertooth is doing his best to ruin everything.

They have Nimrod issues here too. I got a kick out of the setup wizard.

The coward dog Logan

Hard to believe this bunch of losers could cause Krakoa trouble, but you know the saying 'the X-Men always lose.'

The Inner Circle is the Quiet Council and this is their mixtape. Achy Breaky Heart? Come on! All in all it's a pretty funny mini. Definitely worth a read. The beats from the First Krakoan Age are all there but remixed into something a little different.

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

Huh, you ever think about how Polaris kind of looks like a spiral sometimes, particularly a spiral staircase? Cause I just have, and now it's all I can think about...

[sending out radioactive brain-melting waves into the universe] love and light❗