#aramis almost in space

[nie-narzekam]

Four Aramises walk into a bar (5).

The first one has a confession to make.

The second one (sadly) knows the drill.

The third one is mildly incredulous.

The fourth one has won the bet on who’s the biggest idiot.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Slightly Insane And Very Gorgeous™️

[ardinwriter]

I’m considering doing a tournament poll of Santiago Cabrera’s characters. Realized as I was thinking through descriptions for them just how many would require the phrase “intelligent, but prone to reckless behavior”.

[canadiangirl-82]

Santi Sunday!

Credit to Original Creators

[witnbeauty]

Tanz in a tux for Tuesday. And a bit of that controlled chaos (the bow tie!) as per Darius. @msarams You know we love that about him.

[msarams]

Darius gets how I'm feeling today. Another Tanz Tuesday folks.

[kytra-and-tryder]

Dark Side Switch 5

Kytra was setting up her camp for the evening when Veraku growled.

It wasn’t an idle growl, but an alert; the woman turned, her senses heightened by adrenaline, and looked around.

The thick jungle around them teemed with life, birds and bugs both calling out their messages; even the trees creaked and groaned as wind wove its way through the canopy. She heard the far off scream of an animal as it was discovered by a predator, cut short by a killing blow. The dirt under her fingers felt rough, seated as she was in a sandy clearing; the usual thick loam of the forest floor replaced here by the long-dried remains of a pool, fed by the aquifer deep below. Yet none of this was cause for alarm.

“I don’t see anything, Veraku,” she told the cat, turning back to the beginnings of a campfire. The massive animal settled down behind her, his head on his paws, staring out and waiting.

It was some time later when the narglatch snarled again, his tail whipping back and forth. Kytra glanced up from the last scraps of her dinner to a surprising sight; the black narglatch lifted his head from a large bush, and clenched in his jaws was a humanoid, hanging from the back of his shirt in the cat’s mouth. Veraku dropped him unceremoniously in front of Kytra and growled more softly, watching his quarry and ready to pounce if need be.

“Who are you?” Kytra asked, more incredulous than concerned.

The eyes that looked up to meet her were red, and she blinked. It was unusual to meet Chiss in this part of the galaxy, let alone on her little jungle moon in the middle of nowhere.

“My name is.. Tryder,” he finally replied. Before he could say anything more she followed up:

“What are you doing out here?”

“I was…. Uh… taking a walk?”

She stared at him for a moment. “We’re miles from the nearest homestead and you’re… taking… a walk? In a bush?”

“I… uh…”

The Sith sighed. “Look, Tryder, I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish, but this is my world. Don’t interfere with me or you’ll pay for it with everything you hold dear. Now get out of here.” 

“Wait --” Tryder reached for her as she turned away. In a heartbeat slavering jaws stood between him and the shocked Sith, Veraku snarling at the hand that had been snatched back to his chest. Kytra stood, lightsaber held lightly in hand. “Leave. Now.”

The Chiss scrambled to his feet and bolted into the jungle. She watched him leave, forcing her curiosity into submission.

In the weeks that followed, Tryder listened for more signs of the confident Nautolan. He promised himself he wouldn’t walk into the Sith’s clutches blind again. That, however, required information; about her abilities, about her goals, about the things that drove her to be Sith. 

The town he had struck up a residence in, along with his astromech Nines and his unwitting compatriot Hal-See, was almost exclusively the home of freed slaves. He had gathered quite quickly that it was the Sith’s major avenue of causing pain to the Hutts. Slaving ships passed through the Arami system on a regular basis, as the Gamorreans were a popular… product to the Hutts, and the only sensible hyperlane from Gamorr to Hutt space had the Arami system right in the middle of it. 

That nailed down the Sith’s goals well enough; stop or reduce slavery. However, it was only one question of several, and the more pressing issue to Tryder was how powerful she was; he privately doubted his ability to defeat her. Unfortunately, tales of her prowess were quick to be exaggerated. One day he might hear a tale of how she had thrown a particularly stubborn slaver into his ship’s engine; three days later and the tale would be of how she had exploded the ship without ever setting foot inside. 

This posed a problem for the ex-Jedi Knight; Tryder had little skill in boiling down the fluff of conversations to the simple truths beneath the words, and unfortunately neither Hal-See nor Nines were much help in the social department. 

[drfronkensteen]

I am a liar - I never finished the Musketeers/Where the Red Fern Grows AU. BUT! I found what I did write of it. behold the following snippets. I am cursed with an inability to create a plot and or string scenes together in any sort of way. also, please know, it is important for this to be known, that the dogs are all buried wrapped in musketeer cloaks.

"Aramis?" d'Artangan whispered. He reached out with shaking fingers - his dog's coat was damp and warm. In the dark of the moon's shadow the blood looked almost silver.

Aramis whined and twisted his head weakly to lick at d'Artangan's hands. d'Artangan soothed Aramis with a murmur.

--

Porthos won't come into the house.

"It's not going to work," His father finally says. d'Artangan has been pleading to Porthos from the doorway, crouched down to the dog's level with a cut of dried meat, but to no avail. Porthos whines and paces, tail flicking irritably, but not taking a step closer to the door.

"What's wrong with him?" d'Artangan asks, voice cracking. He rubs his eyes to ease away the burn of tears behind them.

"He's heartsick, son." His father takes the dried meat and splits it, tossing half to Porthos and dropping the other half for Athos. "They're dogs but they are still creatures of God, they still feel loss."

Athos nudges d'Artangan's hand and d'Artangan pets him. It's as much of a comfort for himself as the dog.

--

Porthos, as bad as his injuries were, healed well. There were reminders of that night of course, a few new scars cut through his fur and he was short half an ear, but nothing mortal.

Athos aged. Whether it was from Aramis's death or the toll of his injuries, it could not be said. But the hound moved slowly and slept often.

"Com'on." d'Artangan called, making every effort to keep his voice even and easy, like this once had been. "Porthos, Athos!"

--

"They are-" d'Artangan wiped angrily at his eyes. "They /were/ my dogs." Why had they done it? Why had they all come into his life only to leave again? They had made a space for themselves that wasn't there before and now it was empty. d'Artangan felt as though he himself would die from the hollowness of it all.

The musketeer clapped a comforting hand on his shoulder. "True friends are rare enough," He said. "Those lucky enough to have them rarely care about the form they appear in."

"They saved my life." d'Artangan heard himself say. "I would be dead, ten times over, if it wasn't for them…"

[nie-narzekam]

Four Aramises walk into a bar (4).

The first one is an epitome of the pot calling the kettle black.

The second one is bad at hiding that he cares.

The third one prepares an eulogy, just in case.

The fourth one wishes he could deactivate the lot of them.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

‘Asteroid. Earth. Boom!’

[ardinwriter]

So I’ve been rewatching Salvation, for like the 20th time, and I love it, but I definitely feel like they try to fit too much into each season, making them over complicated.

Like, S1 is great, right up until they threw Monroe and Resyst in. 

Asteroid and Atlas and Russia should have been plenty. Most of the season stays the same, Resyst still exists and helps them get the gravity tracker launched past Russia, but not to steal Tess, just for money and so Darius Tanz owes them one. Then maybe in the last episode introduce Q17 as the ones blowing up aircraft carriers to get us to the Russian nuclear launch. Everyone except Darius and Liam still end up in the bunker, etc.

And then S2:

Have the nukes destroyed during launch by the Russians when they see the US isn’t retaliating. Diplomacy still on thin ice, so the President orders Darius to keep the the bunker sealed until things smooth out some, maybe 45 days. No VP Darius, no world being held hostage by Resyst. Instead use the season for the Monroe plot and Q17, while Darius and Liam try to figure out what’s up with the asteroid and Grace acts as a senior advisor to the President. Having Monroe and Q17 at the same time is perfect because then you get a great half season of “are they the same, are they working together, etc.”.  

Meanwhile, keep the tension between Grace and Darius by having Darius see and misinterpret something when he reopens the bunker that makes him think Harris and Grace are back together. 

2/3 of the way through the season, sort out the Monroe thing - including Darius’ kidnap plan because I love seeing him and Grace’s dad interact. Ditch the Grace killing Claire, instead have the bodyguard that Darius insisted Grace keep do it instead and then go immediately to the police instead of a cover up. 

End the season by wrapping the Q17 plot with both Darius and Harris gravely injured. When Grace stays with Darius, he makes some snarky comment about how she should be with her boyfriend which is when she realizes why he’s been being how he is, but before she can correct him, he’s rushed into surgery. When he wakes, she’s at his bedside, confesses that she loves him, but before he can respond, Liam rushing in, telling them that the asteroid is about to hit, that nothing they’ve done has stopped it, tv on to watch. Darius remembering the thought he had as he went under for surgery and tells them he doesn’t think it will hit. Watch as it doesn’t hit, but comes to a stop above the Earth.

Into S3:

Start several hectic weeks after the last season ended. The ‘asteroid’ has taken up an orbit around Earth, effectively becoming a second very small moon, obviously not naturally occurring. Darius and Liam have been working constantly with scientists around the world to contact it as Grace and the President - with Harris now as VP - try to shore up international diplomacy and stop other countries from shooting at the thing.

A few episodes in, it’s clear that Darius and Grace have not found two seconds to talk about her confession at the hospital, despite several attempts that we see. Darius, finally frustrated by that after a meeting in the Oval office, turns to the President and says something like “I’ve been trying for 6 weeks to get 10 minutes alone to talk to Grace, Madam President can we borrow your office for a few moments”. The President is hopeful that they’re finally going to talk - they have not been subtle - and has everyone clear the room. Not talking so much as a take on the end of 2x9 with him just kissing her and the makeout session. The next episode starts the same way as 2x10, but without the secret service men outside her house.

Efforts to talk to the thing continue and Grace, who has become good friends with the younger woman, discovers that Jillian has been theorizing some of her own ways to talk to the thing, ways that are less math and science and more humanity. Can’t really get anyone to listen though.

1-3 episodes of some other country attempting, despite everyone else telling them not to, to blow the thing up.

Then conclude with Grace convincing Darius to try one of Jillian’s approaches since nothing else has worked. Shortly after they send Jillian’s message or whatever, a small chunk of the ‘asteroid’ breaks off and begins a slow decent towards the White House - like slow enough to have debates/discussions and gather important people.

As the landing gets closer, Darius and Grace ask the President for a favor, which she grants, but we don’t see what it is.

Cue the landing. The President, Harris, diplomats of all kinds, Darius, Liam, Grace and Jillian all out on the lawn waiting. When it does, everyone kind of looks at each other trying to decide who goes first, then the President turning to Jillian and ushering her forward. Saying that science and math and diplomacy failed before, so she thinks it’s good to start this round with Jillian’s heart.

Jillian stepping forward as the ship comes in to land and a door appears and starts to open. Pan to Darius as he puts his left arm around Grace’s shoulders. She raises her left hand to cover his. Zoom in on their shiny new wedding rings. Then pan back to the ship. Go dark before we see who comes out.

This show was always at it’s best when it was about the people instead of the situations and I feel that moving away from that hurt the show quite a bit, especially in S2.

[canadiangirl-82]

Happy Santiago Sunday! ❤️🔥😍

Hope you have s great day!

Credit to Original Creator

[witnbeauty]

Tanz Tuesday breathtaking moment….

That tie!? Lol! @msarams @shorty1382

[msarams]

Happy Tanz Tuesday!

This one's for @procrastinatorproject.

[dailydoseofrios]

[aramisinspace]

Please, please rec me y'alls favorite Salvation fics

Not sad stuff tho...