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@lastfulcrum
I BURN MY LIFE TO MAKE A SUNRISE I KNOW I WILL NEVER SEE.
indie and mutually exclusive cassian andor of rogue one/andor. mun is 30 years old and uses they/she pronouns.i am also low activity. please read rules, and take a peak at my verses is you wanna do something outside of normal canon: google doc.
- i'll find a new place to be FROM
indie, selective, && mutually exclusive dual Vs from cd projekt red's cyberpunk 2077. low activity some days. mun is 30+, uses they/she pronouns, and does not interact with anyone under 21. low activity. crossover && "double" friendly. PERSONALS & MINORS DNI. loved by lucy.
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i'm about to follow some of the people who are still mutuals with me here over on my current blog, @relicruined . heads up, it's just this gremlin who hasn't written here in years.
but when does a comet become a meteor? when does a candle become a blaze? when does a man become a monster? when does a ripple become a tidal wave? when does the reason because the BLAME?
WHEN DOES A MAN BECOME A MONSTER?
AU VERSES INCLUDE: stranger things, doctor who, supernatural, firefly, cyberpunk 2077, teen wolf, pacific rim, && more
random lyric starters
random starters from shuffling one of my muse’s playlist. enjoy if you’d like
“never let them take the light behind your eyes.”
“one day, i’ll lose this fight.”
“just remember you will always burn as bright.”
“if you promise not to cry then i’ll you just what i would say.”
“i must be good for something.”
“oh sinners come down, come gather ‘round.”
“let’s go have some fun before they go and put us in the ground.”
“i wanna kiss you, make you feel alright.”
“and if somebody hurts you, i wanna fight, but my hands been broken one too many times.”
“so i’ll use my voice, i’ll be so fucking rude.”
“and the violence caused such silence.”
“you find god in pain.”
“you must fix your heart.”
“will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?”
“the price of your greed is your son and your daughter.”
“beg me for mercy.”
“beg me for forgiveness.”
“who can i blame for it?”
“i still have my health, at least that’s what they tell me.”
“i’m telling you cause i want you to know me.”
“i can wait for you at the bottom.”
“we’ll try again, when we’re not so different.”
“here’s to all the things that you made up in your mind to get you home.”
“the teachers never told you about reasonable doubt.”
“if you changed anything, would you not have survived?”
“i never meant to be the one who kept you from the dark.”
“but remember i am human.”
“you can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky.”
“we never learn, we’ve been here before.”
“if you’re so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid?”
“you can’t be everything you wanna be before your time.”
“legends never die.”
“i hope you die. i hope we both die.”
“i hope it stays dark forever.”
“i hope when you think of me years down the line, you can’t find one good thing to say.”
“you are coming down with me.”
“is it any wonder things get dark?”
“i can’t save us, my atlantis.”
“we built this town on shaky ground.”
“redemption lies plainly in truth.”
“ 'remember me’, i ask.”
“give me back my heart, you wingless thing.”
“think of all the horrors that i promised you i’d bring.”
but when does a comet become a meteor? when does a candle become a blaze? when does a man become a monster? when does a ripple become a tidal wave? when does the reason because the BLAME?
WHEN DOES A MAN BECOME A MONSTER?
AU VERSES INCLUDE: stranger things, doctor who, supernatural, firefly, cyberpunk 2077, teen wolf, pacific rim, && more
starter for @bellsliturgy ( V )
As Cassian waited in a small back alley near Japantown, he leaned against his Thorton as he stalled; making it look casual. He trusted and respected the fixer Wakako -- so when he was free and she gave him a call, he always tried to accept. He had worked for her a handful of times before, and she was always professional and prompt in her transactions. She seemed to get him -- his goals, and what he wanted. Or, maybe that’s why she was such a good fixer; the way that she could read people like a book. Regardless -- when she contacted him this time, she advised that she would be hiring two mercs for the job and asked his opinion on who else. Trustworthy mercs in Night City were few and far between -- most of them he couldn’t trust further than he could throw them. There were a few exceptions. Not that he trusted any of them fully; trust landed you no where but the grave in this town. But, there were some he trusted more than others. So, he asked for V. And that was who he was waiting on now; eyes wandering up when he heard footsteps nearing around the corner of the alley. He readied himself -- just in case -- for a fight, but he recognized the man that came into his sights. “Right on time,” Cassian muses, skipping the pleasantries as he pushes himself off his car, “Ready to go?”
amelia.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁 ever since she could remember . there wasnt much left but fire and ashes , a burning heat amelia still felt licking up the formerly delicate skin of her back . everyone alive at this point had paid a fair price , walking corpses waiting for a slow decay . ANOTHER FIGHT , ANOTHER BATTLE that would end the struggles of an existence which sole purpose was to soldier on ( wasnt that what she had always dreamed of ? ? ) .
there is a heavy lump in her stomach , tying guts as tight as the solid suit worn moments before . every waking second dedicated to research , work and improve , to destroy what had destroyed her own innocence when she was way too young to understand . LIFELESS MONSTERS CREATED TO BATTLE MONSTERS OF FLESH . amelia never strived to be another gear in this machinery until it became everything her thoughts could focus on . conscious or asleep . the womans posture tenses as she approaches her co pilot ( a word still so strange , so foreign on the tip of her own tongue ) , only slowly putting slender fingers against the cold railing . even though they stepped into the drift TOGETHER , there was only so much she really knew about the one prying on her own thoughts and memories . glances , gasps , flickers of a crumbling facade . WOULD SHE EVER MANAGE TO FIGURE HIM OUT ? ? ❛ maybe ▬▬ ❜ a pause , followed by a frown . how could two people share something so intimate and still feel like strangers ? ? ❛ its either us or them . you choose . ❜ doe eyes are fixated on the lights of a busy city , so close and yet out of reach . ❛ any idea why pentecost ordered this second briefing ? ? i have duties to finish in the labs . ❜
❥ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @lastfulcrum
a breeze picks up, causing cassian to shiver slightly as the wind picked up his hair -- the man tugs at the jacket around him, pulling it more so around his form as his lips thin into a tight line -- something clearly wearing hard against his mind. cassian didn’t want this -- but, he also didn’t want humanity ripped apart by the threat that was growing day by day. pilots used to be seen as celebrities. your kill count was just as important as a musician’s top charts. cassian never cared about that -- not back when he fought with his father, and not now. he felt useful, like he was doing something RIGHT when he and his father piloted The Fulcrum. but now -- now he felt empty when he even thought about it, and the scars on his skin from attempt -- and failing -- to pilot the jaeger alone would itch. there was only two men who ever piloted a jaeger on their own -- and never for long -- and cassian was not them. he lost his father, and his will to fight, all in one go. he never wanted anyone in his head ever again -- but, it was too late now. amelia had seen the worst of it. because cassian’s nightmares weren’t creations of his subconscious; he would not be privy to that kind of mercy. his nightmares could never be so kind -- ....
“it is not my choice alone,” he reminded her when she told him it was him or them -- he let the thought hang in the air for a moment, finally looking over to her with a long sigh; one that burned his lungs against the frigid of the air around them. “if i had to guess, it would be about the future -- about our future. we work well together, and i do not think that stacker wants to ignore that.” he let his gaze linger on her for a moment longer before looking back out to the horizon. “i’ve thought more about it, too,” he admitted, voice dropped to a whisper that was almost lost to the wind. “i never wanted anyone else in my head again -- not after my father. but .... the other day, it reminded me what i used to fight for. what my father and i used to fight for. and it made me remember that if everything is going to end in war, i would rather die in a jaeger than on my feet watching.” again, he looks to amelia, “-- and what about you?”
Quotes taken from Team Starkid’s Black Friday :
❝ Don’t be scared. ❞
❝ You were all that I wanted. ❞
❝ There were riots over those things, literally, riots. ❞
❝ It’s just mania, like a spell. ❞
❝ You can get off your soapbox. ❞
❝ I’m done fucking things up, I just need this to work, okay? ❞
❝ Everything’s going to be okay, okay? ❞
❝ I do not get flashbacks, I remember bad things vividly. ❞
❝ I thought we were all gonna be here together. ❞
❝ This kid deserves to have one fucking thing that he asked for. ❞
❝ All I need is a break from the madness. ❞
❝ You still light up a room. ❞
❝ There’s no end to how much I love you. ❞
❝ All I need is a smile. ❞
❝ How does it feel to be a role model? ❞
❝ School’s supposed to prepare you for the workplace, and I have a job or is this a waste of my endless potential? ❞
❝ If I don’t support my drinking habit, who will? ❞
❝ You know, you got a real attitude problem. ❞
❝ Don’t you fucking laugh. ❞
❝ I’ve had practice selling hope. ❞
❝ I’d say you did your best, but I’m not a liar. ❞
❝ Don’t write, don’t call, don’t ask. ❞
❝ That’s called a bribe, and it’s illegal. Or it should be. ❞
❝ Oh shut up, I hope you fucking die. ❞
❝ You don’t see me pushing my problems onto everybody else. ❞
❝ Well, they knew what was happening, they just didn’t care. ❞
❝ And that’s why you disgust me. Not because you are naive, but because you are weak. ❞
❝ You see a deal, I see a meal. ❞
❝ We’re not liable for anyone who dies. ❞
❝ I hope you have your finances in order. ❞
❝ You never should settle for the lifetime that is handed to you. ❞
❝ If you should find that you’re about to get the short end of the stick: Take what you want, return what you get. ❞
❝ Do you have a death wish? ❞
❝ It’s something I can’t resist. ❞
❝ A principle I plan to die for. ❞
❝ Feast or famine. ❞
❝ This is not the type of place where you can haggle. ❞
❝ You don’t gotta cry so much no more. ❞
❝ I’m not frightened, I’m annoyed. ❞
❝ Oh, I don’t know if you wanna fuck with me. ❞
❝ And this town, oh, sure is a special place, you understand? And you, little ____, are the most special person in it. ❞
❝ We all know that love is highly overrated. It’s a two-way street, you gotta give a little up yourself. But why should you give when you can get? ❞
❝ We beat the the Nazis and Communists, and now people are cannibalising each other over some fucking weird little monster? ❞
❝ Take one step closer and I’ll rip your fucking throat out with my teeth! ❞
❝ It’s my fault she’s dead. ❞
❝ You say you killed your family? I hope I killed mine. ❞
❝ You’ve got to forgive yourself ‘cause if you don’t, how’s anyone ever gonna forgive me? ❞
❝ You and I were meant to be something more than a faded memory. ❞
❝ The light has left your eyes. ❞
❝ There’s an alternate reality where it’s only you and me. ❞
❝ Feel my heart and mend what’s broken. ❞
❝ I’ll never let you go. ❞
❝ You wanna send me to the Twilight Zone to have a sit-down with the devil? ❞
❝ We are trying to stop the birth of a god. ❞
❝ Yes, I am the divine prophet. I have gazed in to the face of God. He has chosen me to usher in his reign and give him life. ❞
❝ I’ve met God, he had nothing nice to say about you. ❞
❝ She has the lying tongue of a snake! ❞
❝ You will adore me. ❞
❝ I demand your love and worship too. If I don’t get it, I will end you. ❞
❝ I will destroy everything in my path. ❞
❝ You’ll kneel before me. ❞
❝ Never forgive or forget. ❞
❝ Do you want to play with me? ❞
❝ The prophet shall bathe in the blood of the unfaithful! ❞
❝ The people have been abandoned by everything. ❞
❝ And now you come into my house, to make demands of me? ❞
❝ You thought that you could outsmart the very thing that runs through the blood of your kind. Sick with greed and a lust, for that you will give up your will and your pride. ❞
❝ Your minions may do me no harm for I cut through them with a blade of truth. ❞
❝ Return is no longer an option for me. ❞
❝ Take me to the ponies and I’ll murder you later. ❞
❝ Only my ashes will see the sea. ❞
❝ Friday is black for me. ❞
❝ I can show you the path, but only you can walk it. ❞
❝ Wake the warrior, kill the prophet, save the world. ❞
❝ If I fail you one more time, the punishment won’t match the crime. ❞
❝ I failed you once, and I will fail again. ❞
❝ She’d poke at each of my wounds to see what I’d say. ❞
❝ You’re not that cute, are you? In fact, you’re real fuckin’ ugly. ❞
❝ No one wants to talk to you. ❞
❝ The only man that’ll have her now is Jack Daniels. ❞
❝ My God awaits. ❞
❝ The earth is looking’ good and ripe. ❞
❝ You think you can stop the birth of a god? ❞
❝ You have two choices, abandon your god or burn here with him. ❞
❝ I feel like if we can survive today, we can survive anything. ❞
❝ Tomorrow will come. ❞
❝ Tomorrow won’t come. ❞
❝ What if tomorrow comes to break the dawn and take the night away? ❞
❝ What if tomorrow comes to break the dawn and there’s no one to stay? ❞
jyn.
if someone had asked her one week ago what she’d thought her future would look like, she probably would have laughed in their face, sharp and bitter. a week ago, sitting in her cell on wobani with a roommate eager to kill her, the possibility of getting out, let alone joining the karking alliance, would have been a cruel, impossible reach. “ 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙟𝙮𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. ”
and yet here she was, sitting next the man who’d welcomed her home, who’d looked as beautiful as anyone jyn had ever known on the top of the tower of scarif when he came back for her.
when he began moving, showing signs of life after days of inactivity and waiting ( the first time she’d seen him after scarif, he’d been so still she almost thought he was a corpse ), she immediately jumped into action. it was difficult to stay still when all she wanted to do was get up and ensure for herself that he was okay –– that he was actually alive. instead, she forced herself to stay still, to remain seated and calm so not to further upset him. considering the fact that she’d taken out a 2-1b and nearly escaped the medbay when she first woke up a few days ago, the last thing she wanted was to cause any undue stress.
still, she couldn’t hide the sheer emotion in her voice when he finally opened his eyes. for days, she’d thought that he wouldn’t pull through, that she would be the only survivor. the weight of her guilt had nearly destroyed her. “ it’s me –– it’s jyn, ” she said. acting on impulse, she briefly reached out and touched his hand, the smallest brush of skin before she drew back. his skin was warm, alive. she swallowed, her throat rough. she couldn’t remember the last time she’d waited at someone’s bedside like this –– never had the time, never cared enough to do so. “ are you –– do you need anything ? ”
he was still swimming himself to the surface while jyn was speaking -- circling within a heavy darkness that threatened to plunge him back down in a welcoming abyss. the last memory he harbored, the sands of scarif, had been so warm -- embrassing the woman who was speaking to him now in a way that he hadn’t for a long, long time. not since he was back home on ferrix, he recalls. he wanted to be back -- strangely enough. because he was at peace; free of duty or missions. free of responsibility that weighed so heavily on his shoulders that his body threatened to give out from beneath its weight. cassian’s body was sore -- but it was distant. almost like he was observing it all from the outside ; a numb pain that echoed and ebbed with every beat of his heart. he felt heavy, like there was a strong weight leaning against every worn muscle. she was speaking again, and he should be listening -- but finding the energy to focus on her voice alone was a struggle. dark eyes continued to blink open, fighting to bring the too-bright room into the focus of dark and sharp hues -- squinting into the off-white ceiling as his breathing stuttered. “jyn?” he repeated again, voice still just as hoarse and rough from disuse. eyes dart around the medbay before they finally fall on the blurred form of the woman, jyn, and his brows twist in as he tries to force himself to focus on her. gone was the feral need that he was used to seeing in her features, and it was replaced by something else. concern? he hadn’t known her to show concern for anyone. he hadn’t known her, didn’t know her, of course. there wasn’t the time.
“I’m --” he started, and he didn’t like the way the words stuck to his tongue. he clears his throat, tries again -- slowly, “you’re alive.” the words were forced out, as if they were a RELIEF to get them out.
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the mirror hurts: jyn & cassian parallels pt. 9
poe.
“yeah? well, maybe i’ll fix it all on my own and then you’ll be the one standing there looking like an idiot.” this isn’t how he would talk when he was in a better mood, he knows that, but he’s still angry and frustrated and lonely, maybe that one above all else. besides he means it, he will fix it even if it kills him. which it might at this point.
pulling his eyes away from the older man with something dangerously close to a snarl, poe grabs the screwdriver he’d dropped earlier and starts in on the engine at his feet again. if he were at home it wouldn’t be like this, if he were under the stars that looked on him with love and knew him down to his bones he would know how to fix this. fix everything.
it takes him just minutes, barely more than three, to get frurstaed enough to lose his temper for real this time and throw the screwdriver away from him. towards a space he knew it wouldn’t cause any real damage, even at his angriest he wouldn’t try and hurt someone without cause. “i can’t do it.” fix this ship? maybe. but so many other things were sitting on his shoulders, weighing him down.
cassian waited with a quiet patience. the same patience that he was trying to teach the young rebel. it was almost surreal, poe was nearly like a mirror. frustrated and angry while trying to save the universe overnight -- it reminded him of himself in a way that was nearly painful. so, the general sighs, crossing both arms over his chest and just watched the pilot in silence as the saw the other’s frustration grow. truly, he knew it was more than just the ship that was frustrating poe -- he could’ve told the younger that. there was no shame in that, but the other kept everything that bothered him so close to his chest that poe’s rib cage threatened to break some days. poe was a good man, but he had so much left to learn. “do you want help, or do you want just to be talked through it?” cassian asks after letting a moment of silence hang in the air after poe’s outburst -- giving the pilot a choice in hopes that it was slightly quell the damage to his pride. and cassian too may or may not have been talking about more than the ship.
leia:
@lastfulcrum sent : “ if i think about it, i get angry. and i don’t know where that anger stops. so i’d rather not start at all. ”
Leia could only remain silent, making sure than an I told you so towards Mon wouldn’t come out because this is exactly how she felt, what she told them when they were talking about making Cassian come to the evening reunion. At least, in their opinion, they waited long enough to ask him questions about what happened, how he managed to survive when all the others died, many of them to never be found due to the impact. They thought of themselves as more human considering they waited until he was healed to ask for answers, ones she doubted that the survivor would deliver. Which is what she told them, times and times again. From the little times she spent in his company, she was more than aware just how he felt about being pressed about these matters. She tried once, leaving a cold tension which remained for too long.
Apparently, her words were not heard as they did just that and the Princess of Alderaan could only sit there, her gaze fixed on the man whose bravery and strength showed through his words even in such a moment. She doubted that his words would be much appreciated, but she hoped not only for them but also for him that he got the point across and that they would be aware of their mistake.
With a sigh, the brunette stood up and nodded towards Cassian. “ I think this meeting is over. ” She couldn’t care less that she was in no position to make such statement, it was the truth none the less. If the man wouldn’t talk, unless they were ready to make him angry, then might as well leave it at that. “ I’ll bring him back to the medbay for the checkups. ” Leia added before leaving the room without even waiting to be told that she could go. Politicians surely were not her favorite people.
@exitiosae
After Scarif, everything had changed. Especially in the way that the Rebellion viewed him -- and Cassian wished that were not the case. Most people were divided -- some regarded him highly for the sacrifices him and his crew had made on Scarif, others were suspicious of why he was returned when every other soul perished on the beaches and the skies that day. He couldn’t blame them -- except he did. Not just the naysayers -- all of them. The last thing Cassian ever wanted was the spotlight. He was no hero, and he was just fine with that. He had told Jyn as such. He was a good man, who did terrible, terrible things in the name of the greater good. On the sands of Scarif, he was prepared to die when the emerald beam had shot itself through the sky and promised to envelope him and Jyn up whole. And, for him, that end never came. And he was angry -- of all the lives that were given on Scarif, his?
He had given an account, numerous times, of the important things -- empty and clinical as it was. How they found the plans; the actual heroes that were on his crew that had perished. How everything had fit together like a perfect puzzle meant for one another, and if one piece had been out of place, it would all fail.
But his account had not been enough for them -- they wanted more. And when he closed his eyes and tried to walk himself down the memories of the beach, he saw death. He saw the hopeful eyes of Jyn Erso. The smoke rising from the corpse of the ship Bodhi had given his life in. The devotion of Chirrut, the loyalty of Baze. --- Kaytoo. And he didn’t want to see any of it -
And even forcing himself to relive it without even speaking of it, in front of so many others, made his skin crawl to the point that he wanted to claw his way out of his own head. Cassian clears his throat -- but Leia was speaking instead. And a foreign sort of relief ballooned in his chest when she did so. Eyes alternated between him and the Princess -- and he took her words and the uncomfortable feeling in his chest from the all the attention as an invitation to follow her out without much of a prelude. “-- you didn’t have to do that,” he told her softly as he fell in beside her once they were out of earshot.
[ 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 . ] do you think 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 fights for souls to be 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ? some things are 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 to be coincidences .
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spotify 2022 meme || shuffle ( accepting song: letterbomb / american idiot: the musical cast
every job; every eddy earned had a larger price to pay. the danger that came with the work that he did could easily have him paying the ultimate price where it was himself lifeless on the cold cement rather than who he was either paid to take out, or someone who merely just got in the way of his end goal. he knew, always, it was a matter of time until he was on his last gig -- and he knew he wouldn’t know it until it was too late. cassian preferred to work alone. albeit, with all his implants, cassian wasn’t the best at hacking. he had a few quickhacks to his name, but nothing impressive. most of them were picked up in order to try and buy himself time if he were to get in over his head. he usually let his gun, and his monowire, do that job for him. and -- in this case -- the job was too much for one man alone. at the very least, he had worked with V more than once before. working with someone familiar was easier than getting thrown into the fire with someone you’re unsure may or may not throw you under the bus at any given moment. not that he wasn’t completely certain that V wouldn’t -- he was just more certain than with a stranger. V was driving, and Cassian was going through the plan ( plan were useless -- they always went sideways ) in his head ; another corpo to try and zero -- another eddy in their pockets. Cassian hums under his breath, finally looking over to V, “where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?”
