#satellitewar

[goblincaptain]

@satellitewar.

[bllakcat]

THERE WAS NO DENYING IT, : this game between them, something that started as with the simple rules of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓 &. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. ... BUT SHE IS KNOWN TO BEND THE RULES WHEN SHE SEES FIT, to test the limits. it started to be tempting, they both noticed it, whether they admitted it to themselves or not. ... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃, when those sharp claws pressed his buttons, IT MADE HER GREEDY FOR MORE! &. despite knowing the dangers, she wouldn't stop. ( as said, greedy. )  ━━━━ even now, when they are forced to sit in this darkness, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. ❝ you know, i'd hate to say i told you so. ❞ SURE CAT, the way you allow sarcasm to leak from your silvertongue, you make the white veil of the statement seethrough. her arms are folded, back resting against the wall. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, always has been. senses still sharp, paying attention to detail ... though both of their figures were enveloped by this pitch black! ❝ you shouldn't have played the hero's part, now we are both stuck in here. ❞ for the time being, AS LUCK WAS ON THEIR SIDE!

BUT MERCILESS AS SHE IS, : even now teasing mannerisms are at play! HER VOICE STEALING MOMENTS FROM THE SILENCE, it is her atmosphere that takes control. ... but she doesn't ignore how she can sense his movement, ❝ i am starting to think you have a soft spot on ,  ━━━━ ❞ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌, 𝐂𝐀𝐓! @satellitewar + din, finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for . her lips captured by his, &. if she were to tell the truth, within those seconds that seem to stretch for eons, SHE DID NOT EXPECT THIS! ( she knows the rule he obedies by, but perhaps this darkness is his cover. ) &. she responds, allowing her lips that matched the color of their surroundings to match the movement, 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑! HAND DECORATED BY LETHAL CLAWS rest against his cheek, getting a feel of features usually hidden away. ❝ remind me to rile you up more often. ❞ ( as if she had done nothing else! ) words spoken breathily, once both of them pull back, but never straying too far.

[denouemente]

“ they're settling in well. ” he was too, for what haven provided, but he doesn't say that yet. he moved from a castle to a bunch of tents, and he was still getting his bearings . . . but the maker would guide him. he guided him to @satellitewar, after all. “ we're at your beck and call, herald. whatever you need us to do, we will do it. ” he offers her an easy smile, arms at his side. “ you're a trevelyan, right? perhaps you know my family. my father is leto atreides. ”

[belayadeath]

⋆ @satellitewar , D. DJARIN, said: you know all my hiding places.

“  your hiding places?  ” she had to prevent a scoff as she emerged from the shade of the lonely hut, coming into plain view, appearing just as he knows her; strapped with blasters and miscellaneous weapons. “  as far as i recall, you wouldn't even know of this place if not for me.  ” it was a place they had once sought refuge in together –– long ago –– perfectly remote and out of touch with the rest of the inhabitants on this world. albeit she hadn't been there in years, this of all places, would be where she ran into him after so long. “  though i will admit, it looks you've been here more than i over the years.  ” bianca's had enough to deal with, between the rise of the syndicate that chained and broke her, to trying to take the very same organization down; and failing miserably. “  now, i doubt you're solely here for me so... who are you running from?  ”

[radiantnatura]

THE SUN BEGINS TO SET IN THE HORIZON, : THE GENTLE QUEEN HAS HER ATTENTION SET UPON IT. &. though this moment, she does not share by herself. next to 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍, STANDS THE FIERCE WARRIOR, who's skills are ever so needed in the battlefield, ... yet she still spares time for susan. the stony balcony of CAIR PARAVEL provides them with this breathtaking scenery, such a calming sight. one could almost forget the battles ahead. ... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘, the way susan's fingers remain clasped together the only thing that HIDES HER MANNERISMS, signs of restlessness. she so desparately wanted to do more : she would have practiced her already perfect aim till midnight, had hypatia not asked to share her company.

SILENCE SURROUNDS THIS SHARED ATMOSHPERE A LITTLE WHILE LONGER, : UNTIL ADMISSION SHATTERS IT, . @satellitewar + hypatia. ' i will cherish these few specks of time. ' ... light blue hues turn their attention to hypatia. ❝ i do too, i am very grateful you are willing to share them with me. ❞ 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, even when she keeps it politely subtle. ... then, hues widen if only the slightest : a hint of concern the reason behind the change. ... ❝ are you already planning to return? ❞

[superel]

❝    huh... ❞ superman    came    to    a    hurdling    stop    in    his    flight    noticing    a    truck    parked. upon    further    inspection    clark    had    noticed    something    very    peculiar    about    this    vehicle. [    he    squinted    !] ... it    was    parked    in    a    no    parking    zone!   

   ❝    i    wouldn't    want    the    owner    to    get    a    ticket    on    accident... ❞ truckers    sure    are    overworked    these    days.

      without    second    thought    the    very    super    man    flew    to    the    truck    standing    beside    it. effortlessly    he    lifted    it    entirely    over    his    head    and    began    to    walk    to    a    more    proper    walking    zone    -    even    whistling    as    he    did    so. finally    the    semi    was    set    down    in    a    secluded    warehouse    not    too    far    from    where    he    found    it. ❝    there... ❝    now    what    was    this    truck    doing    out    here    anyway. this    didn't    look    like    a    truck    stop    or    a    route    of    commerce    neither.

@satellitewar / optimus prime

[feminurge]

"how about", she begins, face inching closer, too small to pose as a threat and yet. her tone is sickenly sweet; proof, perhaps, that she is not as much the wild thing that her appearance would lead you to believe. or perhaps, proof that she can play whatever part she wishes to play in order to get what she wants. the wild uneven curls, the flush of her cheeks, the syrupy smile that she keeps at the corner of her lips, more dagger than it is a flower. yes, all a ploy, all a game. one she plays far too well. "- you keep to your business, mh? our imminent death does not mean we have to mingle more than strictly necessary." whether the former question had stung or she had simply wished to bite, no one can say. "unless, of course, you truly wish to mingle." and there it is, bloodlust, a silver lining of teeth as she propositions the leader. @satellitewar

[greenelight]

hot blog. wanna be best friends

A L W A Y S. 💚

[huntedvideo]

'i did a bunch of shit to survive, and then, uh... i did a bunch of other stuff i just - felt like doing,' normally, finley wouldn't stop to chat. he wouldn't stop for anything. once his ship was filled with the cargo, he was usually chased off, and didn't have a chance to look back. having seen arra approaching, fin stops short of the door, glancing her way, ushering for her to follow. 'we can continue this conversation, preferably away from the rich dude trying to kill me for stealing his burowga,' @satellitewar.

[literare]

not always locked to their makeshift command senter, she liked being out in the field aswell. when the job required it, when the job allowed it. recently, it had become a little easier. with new technology, and especially the last hundred years or so : taking the tablets, the communication tools outside, once planned, was easier. liked feeling like she was more part of the team and not just the voice in their ear. it also brought interesting moments to pass. like this one. someone that work in the same field as her, so to speak. a smile, rare and real, form upon features, dark gaze shift up to the other woman. knew veronica didn't allow distractions while they were working, and usually easy enough to follow that rule. everyone had their tasks, their jobs to make everything run smoothly. as did she. arms wrap lightly around tablet and she turn more fully towards her.     ❝   i'm locked down with work right now, but i could come find you, when it's over ?   ❞

@satellitewar : when can we meet again?

[bllakcat]

SHE IS PAINFULLY STUBBORN, : WHEN A GOAL IS SET, SHE REACHES IT NO MATTER WHAT. usually, no arguments could even reach her ... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 quietly as a cat. or, when feeling playful, ( when does she not? ) she would leave behind her teasing remarks, or DARES TO CATCH HER! but this time? 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓.

AN EXHALE LET OUT, : JADE GREEN HUES FOCUSED ONLY UPON HER CLAWS, drawing out &. retracting those sharp metals 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 her fingertips to test them out ... they had yet to fail her, of course : so perhaps this is all done as a distraction. ❝ i told you, i've got it covered. ❞ IT WAS TRUE : 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋. ( yet it goes unspoken : but he has been a witness himself to times those goals have been met with a cost. BATTLES HAD LEFT ITS' MARKS UPON FAIR SKIN. ) YET THIS DOES LITTLE TO CHANGE HER MIND, as said, painfully stubborn. @satellitewar + din ' i'm coming with you. ' ... yet the mandalorian persist! 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 all the meaning in his statement, turns out she is not the only one so hellbent. ... IT WORKS AS A DEMAND, FORCING HER TO TURN AROUND &. FACE HIM. the atmosphere intense around them, it has been long since it has not been : their relationship a complicated thing, so obvious, yet unspoken of. ... ❝ din, i mean it. ❞ HER WORDS ALMOST TASTE OF A WARNING, ❝ i am going alone. ❞ what's the use of arguing? neither of them most likely do not know either, ... the only good it seemed to do was fuel the fire that surrounded them.

[denouemente]

what could be considered an odd sight to an outsider is a rather typical one for the residents of perga — the prince, with his wind - tousled locks leading his prized stallion back into the city, accompanied by @satellitewar, his best friend and most TRUSTED companion ( who happens to be sporting the same look — his dark curls were windswept, and he led a white mare through the streets instead ). there were murmurs from some of his citizens as he walked by, but lysander was used to it. that happened regardless of what he looked like walking through the streets. “ i wish we could’ve stayed out longer. ” he turns to alekos, an easy smile on his lips. “ i didn’t think qionnias would tire so easily. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO FROM HERE? ”

[daandov]

“ Where have you been? ” (from hypatia) - @satellitewar

firelit eyes blink up to the inquisitor almost incredulously from her spot amongst the stone floor. where has she been ?? last she checked right here. in the armory. maybe it wasn't her usual haunts as of late , sure , but the last venture they'd taken resulted in some adjustments that had to be made to her crossbows. there've been plenty of times the hero had been down and out , hit a snag and was left fighting with nothing but a dagger or shortsword and suffice to say it was not a position she liked to be in. where normally she may hover around the battlements or library , she honestly couldn't tell you the amount of days that may have passed down here where little light seeps through.

" has something happened ?? " is her immediate response. fingers coated in oil , surrounded by pieces of metal and wood , there's signs that she may not have slept the last couple of nights ─── too hyperfocused on tweaking this gods forsaken semi-automatic trigger. " i'd thought i had some time to make some fixes. . . erm [ ... ] unless the table was called and i hadn't heard. "

[belayadeath]

⋆ @satellitewar , B. COHEN, said: you're getting better at this, you know.

“  great, i've gone from terrible to ' just bad '. i'll take it.  ” it wasn't always easy for her to talk to people, social cues wasn't exactly a big part of any training hammered into her brain, but buzzy definitely made it easier. nursing the half - empty bottle in her hand, she offers him a light shake of her head. “  but since we're giving out credit, i will admit, you're far easier to talk to than... well, most people.  ” she'd begun to think that perhaps she just didn't understand people anymore, their drive and motives, all of it so far from what she could recall from her life before them. bottle she'd been nursing was brought to her lips for a sip, though she wound up finishing the rest of it instead. “  ---- or maybe it's just the booze, who knows?  ” she jested, fully well knowing the few beers would be nowhere near enough to get her even tipsy.

[allthatwas]

(meme).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she used to think the d.octor's guilt when they were left stranded was nothing short of impractical,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how could he feel guilty when he had given her so much?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it didn't matter if they were stuck on some...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎impossible planet,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if they were left at the bottom of an ocean,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it didn't matter to her because she had seen it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she had an appreciation for where she was‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what she was doing...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how she wishes she could say that she had stayed that way,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎held those thoughts‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎never had to experience the other side of the same coin.

"i'm so sorry,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@satellitewar."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her voice cracks ever so slightly,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎brown eyes turning down,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎doe-like,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎angelic.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i didn't mean to get us all–"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a hand raises,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gestures‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎falls just as quick,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎almost hopeless‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(no,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she doesn't lose hope,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎would the d.octor?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet it isn't so easy,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she realizes it now‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎god does appreciation seem to fester its way even louder beneath her skin).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"we'll...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎we'll find the t.ardis,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'll get us out of here,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'll find a way,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i promise–"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now she understands that need he had to be appreciated,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the need to be comforted,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎because as buzzy places a kiss to her forehead,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she feels‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(if not only a fraction)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎some guilt wash out of her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its a silent understanding,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a silent thanks for even allowing him the moment to see the things he'd been studying for so long.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her eyes close,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she allows herself to take in the moment,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎just shortly before:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"a...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a t.ardis doesn't just die,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i can feel it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎we'll find it...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'm so so sorry."

[wovetales]

it's   customary   for   WISE   agents   to   meet   with   their   handlers   in   an   open   environment   to   avoid   suspicion , usually a nice little café just outside of the city.   their   conversations   would   appear   pleasant   as they drink their coffees , but   within   the   words   lies   a   secret   code   stashed   between   each   verb   &   noun   ,   allowing   for   the   passage   of   information   to   safely   cross   one   another   without   anyone   else   knowing   any   better.   while   their   meetings   are   work   related   ,   twilight   would   not   be   able   to   deny   that   he   does   enjoy   these   moments   spent with   @satellitewar.   in   between   their   secret   messages   are   real   conversations   about   who   they   are   outside   of   their   work   ,   what   it   was   like   working   with   sebastian   at   treadstone   before   she   became   apart   of   WISE   &   vice   versa.   slowly   all   the   pieces   of   the   puzzle   that   is   emily   kelso   is   finally   coming   together   &   loid   rather   likes   that   she's   the   one   handing   the   pieces   over to him one   by   one   each   time   they   meet.   he's   a   master   spy   ━━   he   could   easily   retrieve   her   file   &   figure   out   everything   about her for   himself   ,   but   that   would   be   less   enjoyable   for   him.   the   fact   that   she   herself   is   telling   him   these   things   means   there   is   trust   between   them   ━━   one   that   goes   beyond   their   work   partnership.   he   covets   that   trust   more   than   anything right now   &   he   plans   to   keep   it   sacred   for   as   long   as   she   decides   to   keep   trusting   him.

today   they   are   speaking   about   their   humble   beginnings   ,   already   having   finished   going   over   intel   about   his   latest   mission.   emily   speaks   about   having   been   in   the   field   herself   once   upon   a   time   &   loid   hides   a   smile   as   he   drinks   his   coffee   ,   listening   earnestly   to   her   past   adventures.   ❝   did   you   think   i   had   it   in   me   ?   ❞   emily's   coy   &   teasing   lilt   is   admittedly   music   to   loid's   ears.   his   smile   comes   easier   whenever   he's   around   her   &   it's   becoming   harder   to   keep   his   stoic   persona   intact   whenever   they   meet in person.   one   sentence   from   her   &   his   walls   come   crumbling   down   ,   but   rather   than   try   to   hastily   build   them   back   up   again   ,   he   allows   her   to   do   this.   these   feelings   are   dangerous   .   .   .   he   shouldn't   allow   himself   to   enjoy   their   meetings   ,   but   he   hasn't   had   this   sort   of   happiness   in   so   long.   perhaps   sebastian   is   right   .   .   .   he   should   allow   himself   something.   perhaps   someone.   ❝   oh   ,   i   have   no   doubt   you   were   brilliant   in   the   field   ,   ❞   loid   offers   politely   ,   his   smile   gentle   &   soft   ━━   a   rare   sight   to   be   seen.   ❝   i   do   think   you're   much   better   suited   at   the   computer.   you   have   an   intelligence   that   is   unmatched   by   other agents.   you   see   things   that   i   cannot   &   have   saved   me   countless   times.   i   wouldn't   be   here   with   you   if   not   for   your   guidance   ,   honestly.   ❞   another   sip   of   his   coffee   ,   surprised   by   how   easily   compliments   leave   his   lips   whenever   he's   around   her.   ❝   is   this   what   you   plan   to   do   for   the   remainder   of   your   career   ?   please don't   see   this   as   me   wanting   you   to   leave   ,   i'd   never   want   that   .   .   .   ❞   absolutely   not.   ❝   i   only   mean   that   .   .   .   you're   so   smart   ,   miss   ━━   i   mean   ,   emily.   you   seem   much   better   suited   for   bigger   things.   better   things   ,   if   you   don't   mind   me   saying.   ❞