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??? What a weird rock???

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"I can fix him" not in a "I can make him into a better person" way but in a "if he was my character I would've handled his story better" way

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marriage of convenience that slowly turns into a love marriage - but both of them believe is one sided is such a delicious trope

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generally you shouldn't write run-on sentences because they get confusing and it doesn't give the reader a break. that doesn't apply to me though my run-on sentences are fun and understandable and they have a rhythm to it that makes you want to keep reading

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Vampire killer, schwartzwald, cheating death, for both!

VAMPIRE KILLER - does your muse believe in the supernatural? if yes, do they have any proof?

Argyle - He lives in fear of the Druids and their magic, so in that sense he very much believes. He's never seen a Druid actually do any magic, mind you, but he's seen Druid-made prosthetics like Sendak's, and he witnessed the test of Haggar's planet-draining megaweapon thing. But as far as ghosts and spirits and that kind of supernatural, he isn't sure. His flavor of Galra spirituality is "stardust to stardust." Everything was born of the stars and will return to the stars. Quintessence throws some odd variegates onto that, but the gist remains. There isn't a step for "weird ghost time" in between stardust and stardust. But he's not taking chances, just the same, thanks.

Lotor - Similar to Argyle, though he's seen and heard a lot more things in his time. He's seen a thousand types of magic, heard sermons from untold religions, researched a million dead myths. He's never seen a ghost, but he isn't as ready to rule it out. Anything's possible.

SCHWARTZWALD - does your muse recall any scary story from their childhood?

Argyle - Some of the legends from the last post, for sure, and they freak him out. But also Plad told him a hundred (slightly embellished, some of them) tales of what the Druids do to those Galra who do Not Fit In. And those stick with him.

Lotor - Not so much from his childhood, but some of those myths he learned later on were... more than a little bit unsettling. He's had a nightmare or two after hearing a particularly vivid legend.

CHEATING DEATH - what does your muse think about death? are they afraid of it?

Argyle - Death is deeply tragic. Death is the end of a being's hopes, dreams, wishes, and almost always leaves a void where they will be missed. Death hangs heavy on the Empire's breath, and Argyle feels utterly alone in his remorse for it. As for fearing it, he does, though there are worse things. He's heard of Haggar's experiments. He thinks he would rather die than live as one of her 'robeasts.'

Lotor - Death is, sometimes, a regrettable necessity. But he hates it and tries to avoid it when he can. Death has been his constant companion all these millennia, inevitably consuming everything around him. He fears it for himself, a little, but he's more scared of dying too soon. Before he can destroy his father. Before he can fix the Empire. There may come a day where he can finally feel he's leaving the universe in safe hands, and then he will actually welcome his well-earned rest. But he can't imagine such a day will come for many centuries, at least.

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Burned out, boneturner's, and colony!

BURNED OUT - are there any abandoned buildings in your muse’s town? are there any rumors about them?

Space is spookier than you'd think, and many of the Empire's stations and ships have been in service for decades, or even centuries. Abandonment on these vessels means a lack of upkeep, and to allow things to go derelict in space is to invite danger, so a very real sense of unease accompanies the very idea. Legends abound of empty husks of ships, still ringing with the screams of their long-dead crew. Tales of abandoned rooms on stations that were erased from databases and left to rot, and now house unknown somethings instead of Galra. Forgotten storage rooms where the hull rusts quietly away, unknown to repair crews and unattended until too late.

THE BONETURNER’S TALE - what’s your muse’s favorite band or singer?

Argyle (once freed from an upbringing that forbade music *glares at Plad*) is enamored with Owl City. It makes his brain feel buzzy and somehow at peace at the same time.

COLONY - did your muse ever sneak into someone else’s house, or an abandoned building?

Not voluntarily, but sometimes his role required it. A lot of being in security means tracking down stolen Empire property and sometimes tracking escaped fugitives. He usually stayed back and strategized, letting his unit and their droids investigate further, but occasionally he had to get involved himself and that did, indeed, sometimes require him sneaking into someplace their quarry might be hiding. He's never a fan, it makes him VERY nervous XDD

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Uncomfortable Headcanons based on The Magnus Archives  season 1

TW: death

ANGLERFISH - does your muse smoke? if yes, when did they start? do they plan to stop anytime soon?

DO NOT OPEN - would your muse do a dangerous job for a great amount of money? if so, how much would they ask for?

ACROSS THE STREET - if they have neighbors, what does your muse think of them?

PAGETURNER - does your muse read any book? what’s their favorite?

THROWN AWAY - did your muse ever found something weird or creepy in the trash?

SQUIRM - is your muse interested in going to dates? what was their worst one?

THE PIPER - what’s your muse’s thoughts about war?

BURNED OUT - are there any abandoned buildings in your muse’s town? are there any rumors about them?

A FATHER’S LOVE - talk about your muse’s relationship with their father

VAMPIRE KILLER - does your muse believe in the supernatural? if yes, do they have any proof?

DREAMER - does your muse have any recurring dream? if not, what was their worst nightmare?

FIRST AID - what was your muse’s worst wound?

ALONE - did they ever lose a loved one? how did they cope with their loss?

PIECEMEAL - did they ever commit a crime? would they be intersted into committing more, or any?

LOST JOHN’S CAVE - is your muse claustrophobic?

ARACHNOPHOBIA - what does your muse think about spiders?

THE BONETURNER’S TALE - what’s your muse’s favorite band or singer?

THE MAN UPSTAIRS - what was your muse’s worst interaction with a neighbor?

CONFESSION - what’s your muse’s thoughts about religion?

DESECREATED HOST - does your muse believe in hell?

FREEFALL - is your muse interested in partecipating to any extreme sport?

COLONY - did your muse ever sneak into someone else’s house, or an abandoned building?

SCHWARTZWALD - does your muse recall any scary story from their childhood?

STRANGE MUSIC - can your muse play any instruments?

GROWING DARK - did your muse ever had an argument with a friend?

A DISTORTION - did your muse ever felt like they were followed by someone or something?

A STURDY LOCK - did your muse ever had someone entering their house?

SKINTIGHT - if your muse had a youtube channel or a tv show, what would it be about?

CHEATING DEATH - what does your muse think about death? are they afraid of it?

KILLING FLOOR - was your muse ever interested into becoming a vegetarian?

FIRST HUNT - is your muse interested in hunting?

HIVE - did your muse ever had to deal with an infestation?

BOASTWAIN’S CALL - what was your muse’s longest journey?

ANATOMY CLASS - what were your muse’s favorite and least favorite classes in school?

OLD PASSAGES - are there any secret areas in your muse’s house?

TAKEN III - did your muse ever went through some bad illness?

BURNT OFFERING - what’s your muse relationship with fire? are they afraid of it, or do they find it fascinating?

LOST AND FOUND - did your muse ever lose something dear to them?

INFESTATION - what does your muse think of bugs? are they squeamish?

HUMAN REMAINS - did your muse ever see a dead body?

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Hiatus, or at least semi-hiatus announcement

I'm sure this doesn't come as a shock but I think I need to accept that I just don't have the time or mental energy to rp regularly right now. I still want to try and tag when I feel up to it, but I guess... I just want to apologize for not being more available or timely about it, and I don't want to give anyone false hope if I do tag

My life hasn't been the same since 2020, my mom is dealing with a chronic illness and other health problems and I'm helping her, we're still effectively in quarantine bc she's immunocompromised, I'm more or less constantly background stressed and living day-by-day and crisis-to-crisis.

RP is a good outlet for some of that and it helps, but the feeling of owing so many replies makes it less fun. I feel like I'm letting everyone down when I don't/can't tag a thread, or forget it, or postpone it too long.

I dobt really know what the point of this post is tbh I just, idk, I don't want to lead ppl on by tagging if I manage to tag? If that makes sense? At least until life calms down a little.

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"Thank you. In some ways, I already have accomplished what I set out to do. My father is dead. He's paid for his sins with his blood, just as I vowed he would when he destroyed Intara."

He paused here, debating the risks of being a little less impersonal with her.

While Zarkon was dead, Haggar was unfortunately very much alive. The memory of Acxa and the others standing with Haggar at the Kral Zera was an image he couldn't forget. He couldn't even be sure Haggar hadn't sent her here, wasn't watching him through her, as she did poor Narti.

He... was being paranoid, surely. Surely. But thousands of years of feeling Haggar's eyes on him had destroyed his peace of mind, and he couldn't fully shake the concept now that he'd thought of it.

...Still. Haggar could glean precious little from what he wanted to say...

"...I confess, I expected to feel more relieved. I was so fixated on killing my father, only to find that victory short-lived and replaced by the next task on the list."

For his part, Lotor wasn't entirely sure how he felt about seeing her. Part of him was reflexively glad to see her, which made for a painful contrast with the rest of his feelings.

He swallowed, trying to categorize his racing thoughts. She had betrayed him. His trust was something he so rarely gave, and she'd broken it. He doubted there was anything she could say that would fix that.

But that being said, he didn't especially wish her ill. He'd said he understood why she and the others had done it at the time, and he still did. He couldn't even be sure he wouldn't have done the same in their place.

So it was with a strange mixture of distrust, grief, nostalgia and curiosity that he regarded her as she spoke.

"...I have been well, thank you." How strange it was, to address his closest confidant as if she were a stranger. "There has been the trouble with rogue commanders, of course. And desertion is up. I rather expected it would be. My ideas were never going to win over every Galra."

He gives another smile, still forced. "...Still, I can't complain. It certainly beats exile."

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Lotor didn't especially fear death for himself. He much more feared dying before being able to destroy his father, avenge his beloved planet, save the universe. That his flame would be snuffed too soon, before he could create true, lasting change in the Empire.

But the death of others... As unfortunately well-acquainted he had become with grief over the millennia, it never became easier to face. Especially when it came to his generals. They were his people, and he felt bound by friendship as well as duty to protect them if he could.

He was startled by how close he'd come to losing one of them, today. He'd almost missed it. He'd hardly turned in time to see that huge piece of machinery fall, almost hit her, almost take her away. It would have been so sudden. He wasn't fast enough. He wouldn't have been able to save her...

The embrace wasn't planned. It was pure instinct, a raw need to touch her and feel that she was alive and solid and not crushed to death and that the horrible images his mind was supplying weren't real. There was the faintest misting of tears caught in his eyelashes, and a faint tremble in his arms as he held her.

"...I almost lost you," he breathed, his throat tight.

[Embrace] for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse  into  a  tight  embrace . Close call injury from @purplesockson pre-season 1

It just never seemed to get easier. How many more would bear their fangs towards them? Standing in the way of progress out of their own stubbornness. Part of her even wondered if it was fear. . . fear of the unknown and change. The shifting of the power dynamic when the exiled prince stood tall refusing to fall. Hand-selecting a chosen few to stand beside him.

No longer would hybrids have to bend to the whims of those who deemed them tainted. Despite their stance, many still stuck their nose up and sneered. Many more took it into their own claws to try and 'teach them their place'. Thus leading them to often be the target of their attacks. Just as they had moments prior.

Her chest heaved up and down slowly as she took in sharp breaths, her heart racing.

❝ We should leave before they come back. ❞

Moving to place her gun back into her holster as she felt strong firm arms wrap around her. Pulling her close to the exiled prince in question. Briefly, her body tensed, still on high alert from the previous battle. Blue hues glancing over her shoulder as worry and confusion washed over her frame.

❝ Lotor? ❞

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Various stars & moon details from my gouache paintings 🌙✨

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For his part, Lotor wasn't entirely sure how he felt about seeing her. Part of him was reflexively glad to see her, which made for a painful contrast with the rest of his feelings.

He swallowed, trying to categorize his racing thoughts. She had betrayed him. His trust was something he so rarely gave, and she'd broken it. He doubted there was anything she could say that would fix that.

But that being said, he didn't especially wish her ill. He'd said he understood why she and the others had done it at the time, and he still did. He couldn't even be sure he wouldn't have done the same in their place.

So it was with a strange mixture of distrust, grief, nostalgia and curiosity that he regarded her as she spoke.

"...I have been well, thank you." How strange it was, to address his closest confidant as if she were a stranger. "There has been the trouble with rogue commanders, of course. And desertion is up. I rather expected it would be. My ideas were never going to win over every Galra."

He gives another smile, still forced. "...Still, I can't complain. It certainly beats exile."

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It would be a LIE if she said she came into this with no expectations. A brief yet fleeting hope that things wouldn't be stiff and awkward between the pair. Yet. . . here was the fruit of her very own actions. A stiff formal greeting from the man she once walked side by side with.

Yet he was ALIVE and that was all she could dare ask for. How could she tell him that everything she had DONE up to this point was for that very goal? Well . . perhaps most of her actions.

The EMPEROR could easily have her killed if he desired it. It was a fitting punishment for those who dared turn their backs upon him. how could she BLAME HIM if that was the course he chose to take? Yet instead of sneers of hatred or anger, all she was met with was that suffocating awkwardness. A smile that didn't reach his eyes as it once had. Despite standing before him he felt a million miles away in that moment.

Perhaps seeing him had been a mistake. Causing LOTOR more harm in the long run. Admittedly hurting herself as well in the process.

❝ I do not BELIEVE I have earned the right for your concern, YOUR HIGHNESS. Yet it's an honor you are cordial enough to ask. I have been . . . alright. ❞

ACXA was EXHAUSTED, mentally, physically, in her body and soul. All of it felt like PRESSURE weighing her down. Actions of the past and the weight of future ones felt like far too much weight.

❝ How have you been? Has it been everything you wished for? ❞

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“it’s been a while…. lotor.” From acxa

Lotor's shoulders stiffened automatically, in a subtle way that few people besides Acxa would probably notice.

He hadn't expected to ever hear that voice again. Not since...

He turns to look at her, giving a diplomatic smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "It certainly has. How are you, Acxa?"