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jackson hadn't had a lot of great holidays in his life, this year being no exception. as a young man, it involved lots of lying, careful politics within his own dysfunctional family dynamic. before becoming an eo, he had made an few happy memories with his husband, who was able to teach him that christmas didn't have to be a source of pain.

this year, however, was gloomy as he had slipped back into old habits, carefully hiding his newfound powers. jackson had been worried that they would rear their ugly head, what with the stress of such an ordeal, but the wasps had remained dormant, a relief. there was a tension, however. one too familiar, not with his current relationship, but previous ones. he didn't want this to be a repition of the cycle, but he kept finding himself hesitating when he said it outloud.

needless to say, he was glad for the reprieve with sabryna, a long time friend from an unlikely place. fresh in his sobriety, jackson hadn't been sure he could've enjoyed ice skating again. in his youth, he had played hockey, though he never enjoyed it. it was expected to him, and he had done his duty as a son, so he fulfilled those expectations. sober, it had been the only thing he could do, without being around the wrong crowds, where temptation lived. during the beginning years, he would spend hours and hours a week at a rink, and it was there he met sabryna. the rest was history.

jackson pulled on his own skates—a pure white, classic model, polished with care—and gave her a contained smile. he stepped onto the ice, gliding forward. "god, yes," he said, coming to a stop a few feet away from the entrance, "it has been too long since i've skated."

Gliding Through Life

who: Sabryna & Jackson @viillaincoded where: Ice Rink when: 5th January,

To say that she entered the New Year sound and sweetly would have been a stretch. Her festive season was filled with fake smiles and niceties. Not that it wasn't pleasant and warm and nice. It was just hard with with a heavy heart and clouded mind. Yet somehow she didn't let that taint the spirit of the holidays. Just possibly carrying on her heart's burden to the New Year with resolutions what were still hanging on the edge with her dreams to be a hero. Was it still there anymore? Sabryna's mind at a constant war yet she knew that she wanted peace. And if she were to get peace then their would be one place to go.

The ice rink. Skating was the one thing that bought her peace. Even though with the manifestation of her powers a few years back messed with her center of gravity, her balance was never quite the same. Although she might not be as coordinated or graceful as she was in her competitive years, she didn't let that stop her hitting the ice. There was something enchanting as gliding across the ice, hair whipping behind her as she gently twirls. Not to mention a little practice with her powers, if she found herself falling on her butt change the friction and off she pops.

At least she was not at the rink alone. She had Jackson with her, another live of hitting the ice. The two had found common ground in their love for the ice skating. Over the time, the two of them had become close friends. Truthfully, it was nice to know that her social circle was not only limited to her ties at Cerb Corp but found someone as genuine as Jackson beyond it. He was honestly a surprising friend that she made along the way but anyone who shared for winter sports as much as she did was instantly someone she'd get on with ease. Yet their friendship seem to naturally go beyond that, small talk turned into conversations, conversations turned to hang outs on the ice and hangouts turned into deep heart to hearts.

She tightens the laces of her skates. Of course she owned her own, they were one of her prized possessions, against her lucky coin too. Looking up at Jackson with a soft smile,"You ready to hit the ice?"

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jackson hadn't been to the abyss in a long time. an old haunt for him, one where he had thrown away several nights, fueled by one substance or another. he walked slowly through the crowd, heading—where? he didn't drink, didn't use ( no matter how things had gotten, he couldn't. ) there was no reason for him to be here, but here he was, wading through a dense crowd that put him on edge.

his life line came soon enough, whipping his head around as he heard his name called. spotting himiko, an easy smile came to his lips. theirs was a long history, with an unexpected start, one that meant jackson could hardly deny her anything. the hornets thrashed around as his anxiety rose, feeling eyes on him. when the owner of the club noticed you so did others, but he did his best to ignore the eyes that seemed to size him, judging him. he forced the hive to calm as he kept the smile on his face.

"dance?" jackson said lightheartedly as he reached her, raising his voice to be heard over the noise, "i can follow your lead, himiko, but not well." of course, he would dance with her, but for not the first time, he wished he had something to give him confidence, something to push the thoughts from his mind so he could be truly carefree. will that urge ever go away? he wondered, as the hornets buzzed again, seeming to yearn for it too.

Come Dance With Me

who: Himiko & Jackson @viillaincoded where: Abyss when: Somewhere in the hours of the Night

Owning a club gave Himiko a gateway to meet all sort of people from all walks of life. It was one of the things that she adored about running Abyss. No single night was ever the same. Each person that walked through the door had their own stories, problems, pain, happiness and tears. Each came to the club to celebrate, forgive, forget, regret or well be a night in there story. No matter what anyone was going through, Himiko only hoped that Abyss could be the place that those who enter could just be. After all for her Abyss had been the place she'd made the greatest connections, her closest friends, business deals, the hottie that she kept her company at night.

Himiko really made sure that she was the hostess with the mostest. She didn't want to be some rich girl who owned a club. She wanted to be a face that people approached and talked too and heck she knew she was a lucky one. Each night she could slip into the crowd, be your best friend, a shoulder to cry on, the one who kept the party going or Songstress helping to keep the good vibes going.

Sure she had owned the club since she got her powers but maybe this was the year she upped the use of her powers. Play around and maybe get a little stronger with them? Hmm it was only a passing thought at least. But for now was one of the nights were she just didn't want to think, she wanted to have a good time.

Scanning the crowd looking for her victim of the night. Someone to keep her company, when she catches it. "Jackson! Jackson!" Himiko calls from the VIP section jumping up and down waving her hands that others were also looking at her and then into Jackson's direction! "Hey Jackson come dance with me!"

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danny pudi. thirty-seven. demi man. he/they. ┊┊ SETH AMIN, better known as agent CHIRON has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2021 and is LEVEL II. A JOUSTING ACCIDENT has gifted them ANIMAL SHIFTING, though HE CAN ONLY SHIFT PARTS OF HIM AT A TIME has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of LARPING and are never seen without A BRAIDED BRACELET. civilians think they are ASPIRING & BOLD, but some of the other agents see them as DORKY & OBNOXIOUS. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was MOSTLY SUCCESSFUL when giving out the next one. ┊┊ connor. he/they. 24. cst. he/him.

001.  GENERAL

name  seth aminnicknames  n/a age  thirty-seven date of birth  march 10 zodiac  pisces place of birth  tulsa, oklahoma current residence  manhattan, new york gender  demi man pronouns  he/they sexuality  bisexual occupation  history tutor / cerberus agent, level ii

faceclaim  danny pudi height  six foottattoos  nonepiercings  none distinguishing features  constant grin, thin features positive traits  aspiring, outgoing, bold, curious, tenacious negative traits  dorky, obnoxious, stubborn, snarky labels / tropes  good samaritan, horseback heroism likes  live-action roleplay, fantasy, sci fi, horses, attention dislikes  rude people, being bored, ignorance fears  failing to meet his goals, death hobbies  larping, table top games, board games, karaoke, cosplay, watching documentaries habits  talking to himself, pacing, tapping out the song stuck in his head ( he will get it stuck in your head too )

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience… 

2013. seth had been an active member of the renaissance faire for years. a lover of history, he fit it easily, and truly felt he had found his place in the jousting scene. they had grown up riding horses, and were an attentive student, always wanting to know more. a few months in, he was eager to try the wooden lances. it was hard to deny someone so eager, who had come so far. it happened so fast, when everything that could go wrong did. the lance shattered, a fluke in of itself. a large, six inch piece found it's self through a gap in his armor, impossible if it weren't for seth's own eagerness to get started. he managed to stay on the horse, finding her presence reassuring as it became harder and harder to breathe. lend me your strength was his thought as he leaned against his horse's neck, the world slipping away from him.

power… 

seth is an animal shifter, meaning he is able to transform into all different kinds of animals. while he is unable to transform his complete body, he is able to transform up to fifty-five percent of his body at a time, which is a skill that has been cultivated the course of a decade. when seth first developed his power, he could only transform a hand or foot at time. when transformed, he is able to do all that animal can do ( or rather, the part of the animal can do ). this process is not at all difficult for him, and seth is well practiced in using it on the fly. he constantly works to see if he can transform more completely, though has hit a plateau for the past year.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… 

the biggest drawback is the fact that seth cannot transform completely, forty-five percent of him has to stay in an unaltered human form. besides that, while it is not strenuous for him to transform, it is energy intensive. he normally eats around seven to ten thousand calories per day to accommodate the changes. as well, there is a limitation when it comes to size. he cannot transform into any species that is greater than a ton, or a species that weighs less than two hundred pounds.

cerberus corp… 

seth only joined cerberus in 2021, despite having obtained his powers in 2013. in the beginning, his powers were so lacking that when he auditioned, he was quietly rejected. he would audition four more times before he was finally accepted. he wanted to be a hero, like all those he had read about growing up. part of a small minority who has such incredible powers, he feels an obligation to use them for good. since joining three years ago, seth has thrived at cerberus. the training at cerberus has improved his power usage, and he enjoys working towards goals with his colleagues. emphasis on the working with other people, since he rarely works alone. he's well aware of his own limitations, and prefers to partner up to make up for them. it helps him in check too, prone to rashness when left alone. one of the reasons he's stuck as a level ii agent. between the announcement at andersen's gala, and cerberus' rebuttal, seth hasn't been able to make heads or tails of it. a small, unspoken part of him would be almost grateful if someone had given him this power, for he feels more complete with it.

codename… 

before joining cerberus, seth was a middle school history teacher living in houston, texas. he would frequently transform into a centaur halloween, earning him the nickname. naturally, he adopted it for his codename.

003.  EXTRA

headcanons

holy good childhood, batman! seth is an only child, who grew up in tulsa. very close with his grandfather, he taught seth to ride horses when he was a child. ( they're a horse girl )

down to clown always, will talk to Anyone.

uhhh more to come

more to come!

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"i don't think there's enough money in the world for an actual good argument for cerberus." jackson didn't care about the money, but he had a bee in his bonnet about cerberus, and jumped at the chance to preach against them. "i am inclined to believe they are telling the truth, about them not causing an eo's near death experience, but only because that sounds like a logistical nightmare that would cost far more than it would make."

Open for everyone this man doesnt care who he ticks off

Location: Anywhere in public to be fair

Warren twirls his pen as he read that cerberus statement. Everybody Lies. It didn't matter the context but everyone, especially those companies lie through their teeth. Out of the pure sheer borebom and he pulled out a hundred dollar bill. Money makes the world go round.

"Give me a compelling arguement for or against Cerberus and this sweet Benjamin is all yours."

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anyone else, and the question would've made him anxious, defensive, but jackson had known tsutomu long enough to know that was the polite version. "it's not about believing in cerberus, it's about—about questioning the type of person, the type of organization, who would tell us like this. an accusation so serious, it's inappropriate to announce like this." the hornets only grew more agitated as he talked, and jackson put his empty hand to his chest, hoping to calm them.

"i'm not saying that i'm cerberus' biggest fan," he said. quite the contrary, jackson saw them as ripe for corruption, an organization with too much power. "i'm just—" not ready to accept that "—not rushing to believe another suspicious corporation over another." he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, tomu or himself.

"do you have another one of those?" he asked, eyeing the cigarette dangling from tsutomu's lips.

he  did  not  envy  the  turmoil  in  jackson—had  his  own,  in  pluriform;  ricocheting  shades  of  torment  down  his  spinal  column,  sweat  on  the  edge  of  his  hairline,  tension  in  the  curl  of  his  tail.  there  was  something  more  than  denial,  he  could  smell  it  in  the  air,  taste  it  on  the  buds  of  his  tongue,  lips  barely  parted  as  he  breathed.

“did  you…”  a  loaded  pause,  “think  that  cerberus  had  our  best  interests  in  mind?”  it’s  rare  that  he  exerts  this  much  control  of  his  own  judgment,  rare  that  reserves  the  smallest  piece  of  patience—were  it  anyone  else,  he  would’ve  mocked  them  for  their  naivety,  “jackson,”  tsutomu’s  gaze  narrowed,  ears  flattened,    “even  if  they  didn’t  have  an  enterprise  built  on  eo’s,  i’d  still  be  wary  of  them.  no  matter  what  response  they  have  to  this,  whatever  pr  bullshit  they  try  to  spin—truth  or  not,  i  hate  that  fucking  company,”

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"you have no idea how glad i am to see you." even in a room with other eos, jackson was loath to let his ability show. with someone who already knew, it was a weight off his shoulders. "yeah, i think that is probably a good idea," he replied, glancing towards the door before following her line of sight to the candied bacon.

"i'll get one with you. we can be bad together," he said, playfully.

"Jackson." Sammy let out a sigh of relief. She hugged the other without a second thought.

"It's so fabulous to see you in person." She said with a grin. "It is I the splendid Sammy." She said jokingly. Sammy looked at him with concern. "Should we go outside." She guessed it was the hornets. "It would be good for them." Sammy found her eyes oogling the candied bacon. "And me..." Sammy looked at Jackson. Sammy probably has written in the group about the slight shame she has eating bacon.

"It wouldn't hurt to get just one right?"

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What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

jackson only speaks english fluently, but he can understand some spanish. mostly legal terms, some conversational, he can't speak it his accent is terrible when he tries but with a proper teacher, he would pick it up quickly!

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hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon (where he learned the left handed ness Connor!!!)

it came to him in a dream. nerd alert! this man thrived in school, and would've enjoyed it if it weren't for all the pressure; he's bookish, and focused, which all came in handy. jackson attended columbia university for both his pre-law and law school ( his father's alma mater, which he is so so Normal about ) the kind of guy to set the curve.

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[text] I puked all over the Uber driver's backseat.(Sammy)

[SENT to Sammy] Are you okay?? [SENT to Sammy] Is the Uber driver being nice about it?

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meme weekend ( accepting ! )

character building. headcanons. text messages. send a text. moodboard

INBOX

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* ┊ welcome to our third MEME WEEKEND, which will last until MONDAY, DEC 18th, at 11:59PM.

if you'd like to participate, please ( 1 ) reblog this post. ( 2 ) make sure that your inbox is open in your blog settings, and that anon is ON. then, ( 3 ) make a post with the tag #cc.meme that contains a link to your inbox as well as links to any ask meme prompts you're accepting. if you're accepting general ic questions (similar to an "honesty hour"), you're welcome to denote that as well.

you are welcome to use any ask meme prompts you'd like, but we've collected a few options that we like. in addition, please aim to send other members TWO anons before replying to any one of your own.

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{Words by: Virginia Woolf from day and night/ Mahmoud Darwish}

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"because—" he started before holding his tongue for a moment, taking a breath to try and get his head straight. would they do something like that, if they could? truthfully, he had very little hope for the alternative, that the numbers were just a coincidence with cerberus' past successes with eos. no, of course it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. just thinking about it, however, made his chest tighten, his breath stop in his throat. for his own sanity, he had to double down, had to have doubt.

"look at a chart of left-handedness, to see how many more people used their left hand when society became more accepting," he rushed out, pausing to swallow harshly, the tickle in his throat demanding to release the pressure. "there's millions more people alive now than ever before, it wouldn't surprising that there's more people like us, statistically speaking."

ears  and  tail  had  popped  back  into  existence—unmasked,  vulnerable,  a  seething  undercurrent  of  rage  peeling  out  from  beneath  darksome  eyes,  roiling  whitecaps  of  sea-spray  fury  and  a  black,  oppressive  fury  like  a  low-pressure  warning.

“why  couldn’t  it?”  tsutomu  posited,  furred  left  ear  flicking  in  the  direction  of  jackson’s  voice,  voice  icy  though  none  of  that  gelid  frost  is  directed  at  him.  he  pops  an  unlit  cigarette  between  his  teeth  before  he  continues,  “you  see  how  malicious  the  world  is  every  single  day,  don’t  you?  why  wouldn’t  cerb  be  any  less  corrupt  than  any  other  corporation?”

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jackson bristled, hoping that his mask effectively hid how his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. the hornets frenzied in his hand as he tried to think of a response that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot.

"i'm not saying that cerberus is the only moral corporation," he said, voice hoarse, the hornets agitation adding an underlying hum. "it just—seems rather convenient, doesn't it? cerberus is the big bad guy, and andersen labs are the kind folks who invited hundreds of us here to ambush us with this." jackson hated how hurt he sounded, but he was hurt. if it was true, it meant his life had been turned upside down for what? data, curiosity, the type of meddling that had to regard for his life? it all felt disgustingly familiar; he couldn't just accept it, not without thinking about every angle.

Landon felt frozen during Anderson's entire speech and he wasn't certain if that was an ability of his, to root somebody to the ground with a single word or if the man simply had a knack for commanding a crowd's attention. The effects of his suspected power began to wear off almost immediately after he finished his speech, It was almost like pins and needles or like his entire body had fallen asleep and he was slowly regaining control; confirming Landon's suspicions.

Magnus Andersen possessed the ability of compulsion... or mind control, whatever.

"Are you asking me if I think an American corporation murdered hundreds of people for their own research and benefit?" Landon quizzed, somewhat dumbfounded that that was even a question that needed to be answered.

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every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog

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LEE PACE attends the Thom Browne Menswear Spring Summer 2023 show on June 26, 2022 in Paris, France.

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jackson was glad for the distraction, leaning down into her touch slightly. his eyes widened under his mask; he had heard this story before, once, online of all places.

"sammy?" he whispered, stunned. he couldn't recall if they had ever talked about where they lived. jackson knew he steered clear of divulging that kind of identifying information, though she probably knew more about him than most people. the wonders of anonymity. he felt the urge to hug her, but held back, suddenly remembering the hornets hiding in his hand. "it's me, jackson. you know, uh, thegrendel, from the support group," he said quietly, slightly embarrassed to being saying his self-hating username out loud.

Sammy was surprised to say the least. Was that the only reason to be invited? And what about people she associates with. There was a gasp when she realized. Mei. They wouldn't she's only sixteen. They cant do that. She focused her attention on the stranger instead. Help them worry about yourself later.

"I wish I knew." She said truthfully. Sammy gently put her hand on his shoulder. "But if it helps, you're not alone." She tried to rummage her bag for the name of the online support group but looked up instead. "I was a trending meme on furaffinity because of my powers. And I just learned about furries for a gig too." She said with a laugh."You want to hear what they called me?"