Someone had once questioned my research and said it was not science. Well, I replied: "Who said this is science? Have you ever seen magic?"
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• HONKAI STAR RAIL ... herta, nihilux, march 7th, cerydra, topaz
• DRAGON AGE ... valyssa mahariel, varric tethras
• MASS EFFECT ... garrus vakarian
• THE EXPANSE ... camina drummer, bobbie draper
• STRANGER THINGS ... robin buckley, dustin henderson, erica sinclair, jane 'el' hopper
• MISCELLANEOUS ... aimee gibbs ( sex education ) daniel molloy ( interview with the vampire ), james flint ( black sails ), misty quigley ( yellowjackets ), villanelle ( killing eve )
• my unlisted muses and more info about them can be found HERE!
so my prevailing thought about daniel and this first ep is just how much daniel seems to have latched onto lestat, in a way that he never did with louis because the circumstances are completely different. while interviewing louis, daniel was a human journalist whose only stake in events was the mysterious circumstances surrounding their previous interview in san francisco. now, interviewing and filming lestat, daniel is a fledgling vampire. who else does daniel have to lean on and teach him the ropes at this point in the story? armand, his maker, is MIA, he says himself that louis hasn't spoken to him ever since he published the book ( though more likely after he fell out with lestat over it lbr )... so who else does that leave? monsieur lestat de lioncourt i guess fdgjkfdg
Caelus didn't perform any definition of resistance as she closed the distance, letting her warmth be savored, her strength shared. It wasn't a form of pity he sensed and more like an honest desire to offer what strength she could in times like this. Her question was met with a slow nod as hints of that encounter lingered within his mind. How it felt like a whirling cesspool of contempt, an abyss that yearned to just exercise the futility of mindful and mindless indulgence.
Eating. Eating. Eating.
That presence in itself was akin to an emotional violation that couldn't be named. It burned similar to that violet abyss that he stepped inside of, alongside the Nameless and newly made allies. He wasn't sure if there was a true relation, but that didn't stop his instincts from holding onto that clue, left unvoiced as he'd rather just take this golden moment of rest set between them. Instead, he'd reciprocate the tender gesture, allowing the stir of his gratitude to coalesce into a more tangible feeling for their souls.
Solutions didn't need to be always given, no, for the roaming Nameless it'd be her very presence like this, that offers the core kindle to his inexhaustible strength. Even after all they've done, Caelus couldn't hide the earnest fear that festered like spikes upon the soul. That encounter with ego, the way he felt so oddly vulnerable despite the way they've slain godlike incarnates of chaos.
...
Why did he feel that way?
"Without a doubt." It was no mere bravado either. Set within his tone was a strength looks different. Once upon a time during the years they've known each other, it would've been attempts to stifle any hints of his weakness to Herta. Somehow, their shared time made him balance it all. Uncertainly finds comfort in the steel of his heart, the fetters of fear situated with a warm courage. By the day, his inevitable showdown with the Aeon of Destruction looms like a blade upon the neck.
Yet, set before his eyes was one of many reasons, yet the most important reason as to why he'll never stop digging deeper, never stop being true to himself. His fingers pressed upon her back and shoulder as that wellspring of will made him dare to smile, brief but true.
"Find the very people who are just a stubborn bunch as I am. The traces of the Nameless, even after all this time ol' Dicehead couldn't do a single thing to truly tear down the key they left behind."
The Voracity? Asat Pramad? Even the manipulated malevolence of wishes and grim wills alike? Hell, the IPCs mistakes no less! No amount of these hellish odds was going to crush the light they've forged through their respective tales. The Elation has leveled a sense of growth that made Caelus feel oddly.. at ease. "If there's one thing the journey has taught me, its that the true answer is never at the end. Nameless will always leave what's most valuable upon the road, and know the true inheritors will figure out exactly what to do."
....
"I've felt something interesting too. Sleeping here isn't just doom and gloom entirely. Rather, the people here haven't given up what truly shines deep down. I was able to parse it all with the Stellaron." !! Now that he thinks about it. A sense of wonder crosses him as he glances upon himself, then towards Herta.
"We're going to have to check something out once we get another pivotal win. Herta, I think I might've found another way the Stellaron can operate."
It came as a comfort to know that her presence appeared to help, allowing Caelus to ease that tension in both muscles and mind and relax, even if just for a short moment of reprieve. Herta could still sense that his thoughts were preoccupied by what he had seen, what it would mean for Planarcadia and the Aha Games, exactly how he and the others were going to counter a Lord Ravager as cruel and unpredictable as Asat Pramad — but that was good. Questions needed to be asked. Potential problems needed to be raised. And, even if she could not swoop in with the answers this time around and demonstrate her considerable value as an ally to the Nameless, she could at least help guide him towards answers of his own.
Her first-hand ( and second-hand ) experience of the Elation could be boiled down to two things: the havoc that the simulated Aha could wreak in the Simulated Universe, and Screwllum's account of his duel with that Punklordian brat. For two creations tied to the Erudition to struggle in the face of such unbridled chaos only affirmed what Herta already knew: that her usual skillset did not apply here. Aha flew in the face of the calculated certainty that Droidhead mapped onto the cosmos.
She was curious what Caelus had to say in response to her question, though laughed when he actually spoke, “ As stubborn as you? ” She glanced up at him somewhat dubiously, though it was difficult to ignore the calm, collected ease in his voice, at odds with that uncertainty roiling underneath but present nonetheless.
And when he came out with something strangely wise, despite her initial surprise Herta couldn't help but hum in approval. “ The answers are never as important as the questions. ” Shifting in his arms slightly, she couldn't help but glance down at where her own Express ticket was fastened to her skirt. Despite her familiarity with the workings of the Astral Express and its crew, she was still learning what the word Nameless meant to her personally. But the focus on the journey, the art of moving forward in her relentless pursuit of the boundaries of knowledge... that was a feeling she knew all too well.
Upon uttering one of the key words guaranteed to steal back Madam Herta's attention, she suddenly glanced back at her beloved. “ Oh? Tell me. ” There would never be a day where she wasn't interested in what her stolen Stellaron could accomplish inside of his body. Her palm came to rest briefly against his shirt, as if silently willing that damned Cancer of All Worlds to finally reveal its secrets to her. “ By the way, I think your friends on the Astral Express wanted to convene for some sort of debrief. ” Reaching into her skirt pocket, Herta retrieved her phone — and, with a swipe of her finger, brought up the message from Himeko. “ Either they couldn't get hold of you, or they genuinely want me to come along too. ”
so i just wanted to make an official post ahead of time to note that june is going to be a busy month for me and to expect far less activity across the board ! it's a big birthday and so i have some birthday and non-birthday related plans ( hi @imbricare i get to see you in just over a week!!!!!!! ), and i'm also off on holiday from the 15th june. i will be attempting to put together a queue of replies for while i'm away, so if you see less writing from me over the next couple of weeks it is because i am likely stockpiling lmao
i will be around in dms and posting/lurking here and there ( i will be posting a couple of inbox calls shortly ), but feel free to nudge me if there is something specific on the dash you want me to see !
so while stockpiling drafts, it occurs to me that i've never really delved into the topic of cerydra & sex/relationships yet, so in the spirit of the day have a few quickfire headcanons~
this is the lottie brandTM at this point, but cerydra's experience with sex and relationships is virtually non-existent outside of hysilens. cerydra went from being an orphan starving out in the snow, to a puppet of a wannabe king, to a woman who overthrew said regent king and waged a campaign across amphoreus — in no cycle has she ever really had the freedom or time to pursue such things outside of hysilens, and the abuse she suffered as a young girl that forced her to conform to a role means that she is in fact a very hard woman to get to know
i am certain that the prospect of alliances via marriage were options proposed to cerydra at various points during her military campaigns, and each one she would resolutely turn down because that was absolutely not the way she wished to conquer. strategic alliances were fine, but marriage? out of the question, plus it would arguably undermine every other alliance she had by seemingly favouring one through marriage over the others.
specifically within the canon amphoreus timeline, i think the only way i can see a sexual relationship working out for cerydra is through a mutual "letting off steam" kind of arrangement, or at least that is how a relationship would have to start out. emotional attachment could come later, but love and attachment are not things that cerydra is actively looking for.
she also would never initiate such an arrangement because sex is just not on her radar until or unless a potential partner proposes it to her. plus i think she has certain barriers in place that make the idea of intimacy tricky for her, and so you'd have to build up her trust first.
she is almost certainly more of a receiver than a giver, though i think with a long term partner she would want to switch those roles around every now and then and learn how best to pleasure her partner.
post-3.7 is where things get interesting, because cerydra is no longer shackled by the role of imperator and has this newfound freedom to discover new things about herself. sex and romance would indeed fall under this umbrella, but cerydra carries a lot of personal trauma that she would need to overcome through intimacy, so this would have to be a slowburn thing for sure.
which part? the part where i made you famous, infamous, damned your soul? it sits a little too well in daniel’s form. in the cut of his mouth, the amber-shade of his eyes that lands too close to the heart. the wine turns bitter on louis’s tongue, goes sharp and medicinal, runs acidic down his throat. he breathes a second too slow as he settles farther back into the chair, spine easing. tries to banish the faint echo of a remembered inhale, as he returns to the reason he invited daniel out tonight in the first place.
“you wanna thank me,” voice even, too conversational, a blade wrapped in velvet, “get me into the editing booth.”
some kind of unholy quartet, strings pulled too tight, knotted and humming between the four of them. most of the time louis lives on the outskirts of it, a careful orbit. he’s got his own demons to manage, if manage means lopping heads clean off, hands made sticky and warm, violence rendered intimate through repetition. daniel’s choice of mentor, in the absence of anything resembling a role model, is unwise at best, catastrophically fucked at worst.
then again, where else was he meant to turn?
“he won’t mind.”
certainly wouldn’t if he never even knew. and who else has a better chance of coaxing the mystery called the vampire lestat into something flattering, almost true, on film, than louis himself? fledgling. lover. heartbreaker. murderer.
Get me into the editing booth. Daniel couldn't quite hide the bark of laughter in his voice at that, his smile revealing the glimpse of fangs that now replaced teeth. He put the wine glass back down on the table; if there was one thing Louis was right about back in Dubai, it was that all other food and drink had suddenly lost their taste and appeal. Still, he had never been much of a wine drinker anyway.
“ Yeah? ” Daniel arched a brow at him. Where once he might have been worried, nervous about provoking a cold-blooded murderer in a private apartment with no other witnesses ( though ultimately it had never stopped him ), he could now at least meet that predator's gaze, in a public space such as this restaurant, as a peer instead of prey. “ Controlling the narrative much, don't you think? He tells me he wants to take back that control, tell his own story. ”
Lies, he had called the book — at least insofar as it pertained to himself. What sort of journalist would Daniel be if he didn't facilitate this new voice willing to speak, in his own words and his own medium? Besides, after hearing Louis talk about him for days on end, he couldn't deny there was some curiosity in meeting the real deal. “ And I should deny him that chance because... what, you're worried what he might have to say? ”
neuvillette: feels contempt for the archons for being the custodians of the dragons' original power
nicole: thinks these new "archons" replacing the angels are a bit odd but also (in the case of some of them) "easy on the eyes"
Never doubt a genius to consider all angles of even a heated exchange.
Caelus knew that relief, anticipation and that metaphorical trigger finger would remain all in a precarious (but understandable) balance once she made the request. After all, how in any feasible sense was a Trailblazer to pause once the understood momentum played along those dangerous flames? Seeing that tremor of violet impatience stirred in her starry eyes said it all.
Just a bit longer.
Once those boots met a momentary oblivion at the edge of their minds, there's an anticipating pause, those eyes of his lit with wonder despite the determined warning made. It was more about the future compared to the present, and somehow, watching the sleek fabric of her tights showcase those legs as their hands now made their dance upon that heavenly edge of her dress left him almost a touch speechless. Her firmness on the matter would be met with a fond smile, lit with that excitable edge as he looked up towards her. That imagination was in overdrive.
Despite the no-nonsense approach on this matter, that familiar tandem of their racing hearts, of the jubilant spike of pure delight surging through their connection expressed more than what words felt like conveying in this moment. "Almost saying that like I'm just some beast that throws any of these articles off to the hell side." He edges on, allowing those fingertips to snag the traces of that hem, securing them and beginning that gradual descent down those silken texture adorning her skin. Just the mere mental imagery of picturing her outright bare underneath her outfit roused an eager stir of his breath.
....
Maybe she'd pick up on the hidden understanding of why his stared her down in this way, brimming with impish sort of hunger as the voice beyond sung to her.
Had to stop from feeling like such a fun idea to you too?
She had guessed that potential inevitability through pure experience. Just as she knew what gripping his jaw would bring, allowing their aroused stares to reflect that passion in a constant swath of pure electricity. "Herta--" His voice barely managed to praise and speak that very name into existence, both his taste and supplication outright devoured by those lush lips. Directing his full energy into the kiss, the way they'd seamlessly make the proper tilts, deepening that pressure as a pleasurable burst of dizziness tempted him to shut his eyes. Once that lash of the tongue found itself drawing a partially ticklish, highly delightful demand, oh he could not help himself in that instant.
Those very hands that outright refused to leave the underside of her dress had grown active, a fine clasp of the palm securing her hip as the other began to reel back just a touch, reluctant and eager in equal measure as a familiar idea danced in mind. Oh it had to, considering how this would be the first of many beloved locations they'd conquer upon Planarcadia with their eagerness. Just as he'd open his mouth, except working on pure rebellion in that instant of allowing the heat of his tongue to drink in her divinely sweet taste, that hand from seconds before would seize that moment.
It'd lash down with an experienced firmness, smoothing overly that thick lushness of her ass with a needy spank in order to celebrate the way it'd ripple within his equally hungry grip. In that same span of time he'd drive his offensive, reflecting just how much Caelus ached for the attention he went on a touch too long without. That tongue of his glides upon her's, slithering higher in order to plunge right between the parted lips of the genius. He wanted to be drenched in her goddamn taste, and plunging into that private heaven, exploring the very realm that spoke of her ambitions, dreams and the very wonders of her heart was the perfect place.
The hand initially stationed at her hip drew towards her front, delving right between the apex of those shapely thighs and driving immediately towards that heaven, grinding two of those fingertips along that heated slit in a familiar rhythm that played into constant swaths of friction and sensation in equal measure. Caelus knew damn well what he was doing, and in this moment he wanted to tap intentionally into her ravenous instincts of that scrappy soul. Hints of that devious smile could be felt amidst their kiss as he groaned hungrily into her mouth. Tugging along her sublime ass, a teasing spread was gradually made, exposing her in ways that should be natural with her beloved.
Focus. Focus. He can't let the rampant state of his arousal distract him from the moment at hand. No matter how damned hard he was getting in those dark pants, for now he wanted to savor an instance of being able to worship.
“ Need I remind you how many pairs of underwear I’ve had to throw away because of you? ” Oh, he knew exactly how to rile her, whether it was in playing oh so innocent in his share of blame for their ravenous passions ( you are a beast rippled in their shared connection as she glared at him ), or in how he accepted her mouth on his with the certainty of knowing that it would not take much at all to flip the scales and have her singing his name.
For the moment, however, Herta was content to set the pace, to kiss him deeply, to revel in the taste of him on her lips, a taste that she had so missed in their weeks apart. The video calls, the text messages, the nights they had conversed through their mirrored connection and the occasion he had coaxed her into touching herself for him then and there — they were not enough on their own. They could scratch a temporary itch, but the source of this hunger within her could only ever be truly sated in these moments of physical bonding.
And she could not deny that the prospect of indulging in a new — though still private, yes the space station was still very much off-limits — location thrilled her a little. A new environment. New stimuli, even if the image of that Aha-moon winking at her from beyond the curtain of this apartment was still imprinted into her mind's eye. But none of that mattered. She wanted him, and she would have him.
As Caelus took a firm hold of her, newly bared beneath the ruffles of her dress, Herta edged forward and onto his lap proper, making herself at home on her favoured throne before — smack! His hand came down on the back of her ass, forcing a grunt from Herta's lips that might have caused her to break the kiss entirely had Caelus not been prepared for the moment of her slip. His tongue slid into her mouth as easily as a knife through butter, making her moan as she accommodated him. Immediately, she sensed that urge within him to press his advantage in more ways than one.
Though it was when his hand dived underneath her dress and between her thighs that her eyes flew open for a moment, her sudden, surprised gasp muffled between his lips. A hand reached out to his shoulder to steady herself against him, that teasing, tempting rhythm of his fingers prompting her hips to roll forward in an involuntary motion, chasing him, willing him to move deeper. Instead, all he did was spread her from behind, teasing at both ends but lacking the impetus to truly grant her any satisfaction.
Their kissing became more frenzied, sloppier as he channelled that hunger within her, the ravenous divinity that wished to claim him here as surely as she had throughout the confines of her own domain. Herta continued to moan and writhe on his lap, her myriad of sounds continually interrupted by the insistence of his tongue to regain any territory it lost.
Both of her hands now gripping his shoulders, Herta finally made a move to pull away from Caelus' lips — before, in one fluid move, she pushed him firmly against the back of the sofa. The breeze from the nearby open window caught her ashen hair as that hungry gaze stared him down, her bodice rising and falling with her breaths.
so we don't seem to have too much clarification on the nature of nicole's powers of telepathy, but she does seem to have enough control over it that she can direct it to as many ( or few ) recipients at will. so she can have a private, one-on-one conversation with somebody in a crowded room ( like when she spoke to collei to guide her into using nabu malikata's power ), and can also converse with an entire group just as easily.
@immobiliter: “ Ah. Nefer, isn't it? Varka and Albedo tell me that you were instrumental in the battle against the Racher of Solnari. I must thank you for that. ” But was that the only reason why Alice found herself in the other woman's office? Well, now that would be telling, wouldn't it! But she had an hour or two to kill before she made the journey back to Mondstadt to see Klee and Venti and the others, so why shouldn't she indulge in her curiosity to know more about those who aided Columbina and the Traveler? Especially seeing as Nefer had so many curiosities lining the shelves that had drawn Alice's eye as she stood there in the middle of the room. “ I would introduce myself but your intelligence network has already done the legwork to ensure you know who I am, correct? ”
There was a mischievous glint in those eyes as she turned back to Nefer. It would be remiss of such an intelligence network not to know who she was, surely. The Hexenzirkel may well keep a low profile for the most part, but the more mysterious a faction was, the more that people wanted to know about them. “ It would however do wonders for my ego to hear you tell me what intel the Curatorium of Secrets has gathered about me. I have a dear friend who would argue that the greatest magic of all is knowledge itself. I suspect you will prove her right. ” ( alice for nefer! )
Oh, yes, she is all too aware of just who it is that has breezed into her office. To say it had been a surprise was mildly understating the situation, but her face remains as passive as ever, her lips curved into that usual smile that gives almost nothing away. She has dealt with all sorts in her line of work. This is just... another client, albeit one of her more unusual ones.
Ashru hops down from the counter to wind about the witch's legs, clearly approving of her on sight. Nefer often trusts in her feline companion's judgement of those who walk through her door, but this time she doesn't need to take that into consideration. Alice is an ally, no question at all on that regard, and a powerful one at that. She has heard enough to know that, whilst rather unpredictable, this mage is not someone to be wary of - not unless you cross her.
And, since Nefer has absolutely zero intention of doing so, she has nothing to fear.
"Oh, but that would be telling, wouldn't it?" She remarks back, settling in her seat comfortably, one leg elegantly crossing over the other as Ashru jumps up onto the arm of her chair. He sits, nonchalantly licking one paw as her hand lifts to pet him absentmindedly. "And I would be a poor businesswoman indeed if I gave out such information for free." There is a wry twist to her smile, a matching gleam of mischief in her gaze. "I would be happy to share what I have gathered about you... for the right price."
Her other hand extends, waves to the seat opposite her. "But sometimes it is beneficial to allow a show of good faith, so I will tell you this: Alice, codename "A", author of the Teyvat Travel Guide, and frequent customer of my fellow Sumerian here in Nod Krai." A pause. "And quite the inventor, I hear."
“ I was right! The Curatorium does do its research. ” Her words were accompanied by a laugh as she bent down to stroke Ashru, letting the cat wind around her in approval ( what a powerful and ancient lineage this particular kitty came from ) before they returned to their master's side. When the chair was offered, Alice took a moment to consider whether or not to accept, but politeness — and a willingness to abide by the other woman's rules in her own domain — eventually won out and she took a seat across from Nefer.
After all, she was not here in the business of negotiation, oh no no. Any negotiation with the merry witch by the codename of "A" was a trial by fire — quite literally, the more fire the better — for anyone bold enough to try. So why was she here, then? Well, for fun of course! Taking time away from Teyvat's borders, even to provide assistance in the face of a world-ending threat ( though admittedly most of that was Nicole's doing ), meant that she had to indulge in her whims while she was here.
“ Ah, Dori. She is always so eager to take even the most unusual objects off my hands. I am glad to hear that the two of you are acquainted: from what I gather, you have quite a lot in common. ” A genuine smile played across her lips as she studied the woman across from her. “ You are both discerning businesswomen, of course. But it also seems that your connection to your homeland has come in clutch in times of crisis. Sumeru and Nod-Krai owe a debt of thanks to it. ”
