' FRAGILE '

[fatefault]

welcome to gaia’s private writing blog <3 my mind palace, my rules xoxo really only here to write w/ my friends. don’t perceive me unless i perceive u first ty! 

she / they ; 18+ ; est timezone ; muses under the cut, fuck around & find out

charice "cherry" soriano ; she / her 

sole proprietor of mr. beasley’s fun land & motel, avid lucid dreamer, unwilling wielder of white magic. 

seraphin “finn” novak ; he / him 

constantly biting off more than he can chew, disillusioned corporate dog, bingo hall sweetheart (grandmas love him, fish fear him)  

victor song ; he / him

toxic trait: pretending to understand NFTS, vice president of being a jackass, will always be wearing weather inappropriate business casual.

bambi, just bambi ; she / her

might actually just be two kids in a long trench coat, has at least 5 knives on her person at all times, afraid of the dark. 

ivy malivalaya shepard ; she / her 

big softie, botany nerd, just trying to save the galaxy and shit

violet “v” siwichaiya ; she / her

ex-corpo, completely mentally stable, never had a bad day in her life :)

lukas sayer ; he / him

fully accredited ripper doc with no prior criminal history, has the moral integrity of a piece of grass, will admit to have eaten a rat or two 

[fatefault]

there's nothing that boosts an ego like living to see another day. lately, death feels like more of a close friend than a mortal enemy--- feels like something she can negotiate with instead of run away from. just give me a few more days, and a few more after that, and a few more after that... because no matter how close she gets to it, she's always left breathing at the end of it all. sometimes she finds herself asking: if death won't take her, then what will?

" it's gonna sound like total bullshit. " violet's poking through the kitchen cabinets as if she'll actually find anything aside from cobwebs and dust. " like... imagine, two truths and a lie, yeah? i went to private school, i'm allergic to cats, and me and johnny silverhand are in a real estate war over my own fucking brain. " clearly, she's not found a more eloquent way to describe her situation.

[cyberify]

for a second, panam doesn't trust her ears. as if her brain made up the words v said, & in response: 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚜. “ wait, what? a real estate war? with johnny silverhand? ” disbelief rests on the tip of her tongue, lacing through her words & clouding her features. that's almost a funny joke. [the terrorist who caused the night city holocaust residing in the brain of her newfound friend? more like a sick joke.] the only problem is: v isn't laughing. she said those words so seriously, the disbelief falls right off panam's face & is replaced with confusion. freeze frame, record scratch: wake up, panam— this isn't a joke!

sitting up from her relaxed position, she hunches— a hybrid of confusion & anger contorting her features. “ elaborate, v. ” she could concur confidently: this was not the bedtime story panam had expected.

[fatefault]

her lips are tugged into a thin line as she hops up onto the kitchen counter, head falling back, hitting one of the cabinets with a thunk. she'd like to think it'll give the rockerboy a little well deserved rattle. violet shrugs then. " i don't know if there's a way to explain without coming off as a total nutcase, " she admits, suddenly in desperate need of a smoke.

" was doing a job one day--- it turned sour and next thing i know, i got some 'saka chip in my head. and he was on it. or at least some version of him. was hoping hellman would be able to help. "

she casually leaves out the fact that her condition is more or less terminal, choosing instead, to let out small laugh--- under normal circumstances, she probably wouldn't have indulged panam, but seeing as she had been integral to their most recent operation ... v figured she was owed at least a detail or two. the worst part of it was that she knew somewhere in there, johnny was probably watching, judging... not like he had anything better to do.

" it's kind of... a lot. like, i don't think i even get it, honestly. " and quite frankly, she's not quite sure if she wants to. life was easier when she wasn't counting down days. life was better.

[cyberify]

“ taking down kang tao avs one day, rescuing saul from the wraiths another— fuck. 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚟. we're really good. ” it's easy to boast when the shutters are closed & the hum of a dust storm brews around them. the calmest atmosphere she'd been in for awhile. seeking shelter in an abandoned farmhouse, the day had come to a cease. (for once, a dull night had fallen upon them; a contrast to the worst of nights in a city of dreams.)

feet kicking up on the table in front of her, panam leans further back onto the couch & gets comfortable. “ you never explained why you needed that guy from the av. hellman, right? ” eyebrows raise in one swift motion. the one that showcases her agenda for teasing. “ got a good bedtime story for me? ”

@fatefault > for violet.

[fatefault]

there's nothing that boosts an ego like living to see another day. lately, death feels like more of a close friend than a mortal enemy--- feels like something she can negotiate with instead of run away from. just give me a few more days, and a few more after that, and a few more after that... because no matter how close she gets to it, she's always left breathing at the end of it all. sometimes she finds herself asking: if death won't take her, then what will?

" it's gonna sound like total bullshit. " violet's poking through the kitchen cabinets as if she'll actually find anything aside from cobwebs and dust. " like... imagine, two truths and a lie, yeah? i went to private school, i'm allergic to cats, and me and johnny silverhand are in a real estate war over my own fucking brain. " clearly, she's not found a more eloquent way to describe her situation.

[fatefault]

AND TUMBLR IS DIFFERENT AGAIN WHATS HAPPENUINGFOHDJGF

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why is tumblr different every time i log in i cant do this adjsadjasjksad

[dylnsohbrien]

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heeheeheehoohoohoohaaahaahaa

[roseworth]

fatherhood

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rory in cryo help

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attempting 2 do another cyberpunk playthru knowing i will just fuckin play as violet again lmao why no t ...............

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violetcore baby!!!!!!!!

[ritiual]

@fatefault / starter call.

the council had always been blind— individuals who didn't want to view the threat looming across the horizon. their remarks hadn't surprised anakin. they had always avoided wanting to face the reality that was slapping them in the face— that would never change. what did, however, shock the biotic was commander shepard's placid demeanor about the situation. [and her attitude from previous encounters with them.] they had sat in silence since their return to the normandy and now, more than ever, he chooses to break the silence. “how are you so calm about this? the council is making a mockery of you!” like a child throwing a temper tantrum, he rises from the chair he had perched himself in and moves directly in front of ivy— his face lowering down to hers, eyes meeting hers. anger transparent, blood boiling, he shakes his head in disbelief.

“and you know who they'll call when the reapers show up? you. their saving grace that they keep on the back burner. c'mon ivy— you gotta' do something!”

[fatefault]

he's right and she knows it. anakin is simply saying what everyone else is too afraid to say. and yet even as he stares her down, the starkest difference between them rears its head and stares back at him, blankly. ivy buries her rage in a lead casket, out of fear of what may bloom from its rot. anakin, on the other hand, readily plants his seeds of anger and she earnestly hopes that he never has to reap what he sows. his energy is as palpable as ever; so much so that ivy has to steel herself so as to not be completely engulfed by it.

" don't you think that if i could do something, i would have done it already? " she inquires, perhaps more bluntly than she would have liked. how can she articulate that this is more than just weaving through red tape. this was about keeping the crew together. this was about seeing things through until the end.

" look, i'm no fan of being played like some two trick pony but to the council, we're nothing more than some bipedal creatures that grew up too fast. one wrong move on our end and they'd gladly cut us off from every citadel resource. what would we do then? "

the commander heaves a sigh, desperate to dispel the tension that's blanketed the room. while she's had her whole life to practice the art of control, ivy understands that control is the one weapon anakin has yet to master. " save this anger for the reapers. they're the ones who who deserve your wrath. the council will get theirs no matter what. simple law of karma. "

[fatefault]

i have not stopped thinking of rory becoming the batman of night city lmfao i want this bitch exercising vigilante justice 5 min before a children's hospital benefit gala

[maidavika]

astrophile ep 3

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is this rory core i could cry :3

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imagining rory coming outta the shadows as the fuckin last surviving ridgewell... not the bruce wayne-ification of aurora ridgewell.... NOT THE BATMANIFICATION OF AURORA RIDGEWELL....... vigilante era... wow...

[dregdens]

maybe eccentric was putting it lightly, but after all— lukas was her best friend. how else could she describe him? (batshit crazy depending on the day of the week, helps me dissolve bodies in acid time-to-time, we also shared a rat once for lunch in a kabuki alleryway. not the ideal way of introducing a relative to someone, clarke surmises.) but if there was one thing she was beginning to recognize with lukas and his family, including long-lost family relatives, it was that they were all slightly nuts, so perhaps matters weren't as bad as she believed. (although she'd never admit it, the outlandishness made her feel right at home.)

“same brand of crazy as everyone else might be an understatement. you'll understand once you meet him. he's one of those guys you have to meet, to actually understand what type of person he is.” it's easier to word it like that, allowing a benign smile to spread across fatigued features.

the mention of money perks clarke's ears even further, though. money was already tight, but if anyone would have any money in this city prison, it had to be her. she was the aurora ridgewell, after all. (or once was. after introducing herself as rory, the blonde questions whether aurora, night city's famous actress from the '20s, stands inside her clinic or whether a complete stranger does. only time will time.) nodding her head, clarke waves a hand to calm the other woman's nerves. “don't worry, your secret is safe with me.”

moving inside her clinic, she saunters behind her desk and retrieves her keys, motioning for the woman to follow her. “i'll take you over there. it's a bit of a walk, but... i'm poor, so no car for us. i'll spare the sob story. i'm curious, though— where'd you get my number? you said you were looking for him but found me instead? it's happened before, but it's usually patients.”

[fatefault]

" seems like the two of you are good friends, " rory remarks casually. in a cosmic way, it feels good to know that a distant relative from fifty years in the future is living some semblance of a normal life. what a warm and fuzzy moment of introspection. blah, blah, blah. it makes her feel like this whole situation is less fucked up and more purposeful ... or something like that.

she realizes then, that she could simply just call them a cab, but the last thing she wanted was for clarke to think she was trying to emphasize the whole 'being poor' thing. instead, she shrugs lightly and meanders behind the other woman.

" walking's fine. i don't mind walking, " she quips, jamming her hands in her pockets. night city feels different, but the same. just a grimy shithole. " i poked through the family records trying to find a doctor. but like... one that wasn't old as fuck, you know? " rory assumed that the younger the doctor, the less likely they'd be to try to ' expose the ridgewell family conspiracy ' or something. she could only hope this would be true for lukas— and clarke for that matter. " so i ended up finding lukas. but when i looked up his contact info on the net, i guess yours is the one listed there. i don't know. " figured maybe it was some weird new bug that led to a really fucked up coincidence.