Distant Souls, Scattered in Time

Independent multi-muse blog. Multi-verse, multi-fandom, OC, and multi-ship friendly. Track tag: scattereddimensions

[scattereddimensions]

I'm so sorry I've not been posting or messaging people. Life has a funny habit of sneaking up on me.

In the next few months, I'm gonna get a laptop so I can get back to posting and replying. I might ask for copies of RPs if any of my older threads have vanished. I'll also open up for new threads after I catch up.

Thanks to you all for being so patient

[loqibesthia]

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With MT Unit 05953234 secured Verstael joined the pilot to fly back to his lab. His fingers strummed the seat of his chair impatiently for the flight, thinking of how much time he’d lost arguing with Loqi to find the damned unit!

Marching on ahead, Verstael didn’t even spare a glance back as the rouge unit was dragged in, barking orders to his scientists the second he came through the door. The tests started easy, just measuring his heart rate, BMI, blood cell count, spinal fluid analysis, and just about every time of mental test one could imagine. Once those were done and the results complied the next round of testing began, working up from simple physical abilities tests to combating daemons that Verstael specially developed. It was an endless onslaught of tests, needles, various “stimuli” and whatever the scientist’s twisted mind could crank out to gather date for future research progress.

After the scientist was happy with his ‘baseline’, the real tests started, with the MT unit subjected to any number of various drugs to alter his mental state or physical condition. The experiments were carried out, endlessly, without a hint of regard for the MT unit.

@loqibesthia​

@emptygunner

It had taken some time for Loqi and Seven to meet up, and while Seven was deathly afraid of even going near one of the labs again he agreed to do whatever it took to rescue his brother. Of course, Loqi knew the security codes, which meant that they didn’t need to use Seven’s barcode and alert the whole system of his presence. Both of them had chosen to slip on noise canceling headphones no verbal orders would not reach them. 

Loqi, of course, had every intention of confronting his father head on and made a point to shove any scientist aside that got his way or fire warning shots, while Seven slipped about as quietly as he could to Prompto’s location to get him out while everyone else was distracted by the violent raging general. 

“Shhhh…I’m here to get you out.” Seven whispered to his fellow clone once they sure they were alone and quickly began undoing his restraints. 

Meanwhile, Loqi had found and climbed into the nearest mech to become an even bigger distraction and do more damage. 

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He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he had been taken. Prompto felt sluggish but otherwise couldn't tell if anything else was different. He let out a groan and opened his eyes just at the time someone slipped into his room. The room had dim lighting so he couldn't see too well but even he could make out the face above him.

One that looked so similar to himself. "....Seven?"

[savants-nine-and-twelve]

emptygunner:

Prompto watched the various emotions dance across the brunette’s face, wondering what exactly the former human was thinking.  Apparently he did have someone or something that kept him going and that left the MT relieved.  He shook himself mentally as he felt that strange emotion wash over him.  What in the world was happening to him?  He only experienced emotions around Loqi, if one could call it emotions.

He let out a sigh and filed it in his memory banks for later.  He had other important things to worry about.

The blonde was shaken from his thoughts when he felt the terrorist curl up against him, basically clinging onto his side and laying his head on his shoulder.  The former human’s breathing was slowing but becoming more even.

He was falling asleep against him.  For comfort?  For rest? Did all of what happened to him finally hit him and he shut down?  There were so many questions circulating in his brain and he wished he could turn them off.

However, he was not uncomfortable with this either.  And he wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.  Resigning himself, Prompto let himself power down to conserve the little power he had in him.  He had a feeling he would be here for a while.

It was morning when Twelve awoke, surprised to see that he was still snuggled against the MT. Deciding to remain there for a bit, he eventually squirmed away once he felt like he needed his personal space back.

A meal had apparently already been dropped off for him, and while it looked far less than appealing he picked it up with a sigh as he knew he needed to eat. He wasn’t surprised to see the MT stir moments later, but kept his space until he was done quietly eating.

“You know I never asked if you had a name or not.”

If he was going to hang onto his bits of humanity as long as possible he might as well make an attempt to be social.

“Have you…Always been like this?”

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His systems slowly rebooted themselves back up once they picked up on the fact that the former human was awake. Prompto slowly opened his eyes, blinking slightly before turning toward the other, picking up on the question and if he had a name.

"MTs such as me do not require names to function," Prompto said in a monotone voice. "However, I am not fully MT and was raised differently, much like humans are. So, yes, I have always known this kind of life outside of being raised by my brother."

He paused, debating if he wanted to give out his human name. Then he let out a sigh. It's not like it mattered much. "You can call me Prompto."

[scattereddimensions]

I deeply apologize for my absence.  First I had some writer’s block issues, then my laptop decided to have problems.  So for now, I am writing on my tablet.  I will not have any access to my icons to RP and I will likely have mistakes, as I am getting used to this portable keyboard.

But for now I am back ^^ give me a few days to get everything back up.

[scattereddimensions]

I'm going on an indefinite hiatus for now. I'm hitting a huge wall of writer's block and it's not getting better. I'll come back when I get over it.

[scattereddimensions]

I was gonna do some updating today but I'm still having issues with writing.

What I think I'll do is get through the week and Youmacon then I'll try to jump back into doing drafts. It was a struggle to even post for Keith's birthday and for Prompto's birthday on his blog. So I'll give myself another week then try again.

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Happy Birthday - Keith (Voltron)

Keith was content staying in his room, cleaning his mother’s blade.  It wasn’t like he is completely against being sociable, especially on his birthday, but he didn’t want to deal with Pidge, Lance, and Hunk right now.  He knew they were aware of what today is to him.  He’s pretty sure Shiro is the reason why the three younger paladins know of it.  However, since he had been bounced around from foster home to foster home, he never really celebrated his birthday.  Not until he enlisted in the Garrison, when Shiro did his best to bring in a cupcake and some kind of gift to give to the younger pilot.

He finished his cleaning in record time and he laid flat on his back, staring up at the smooth ceiling above him.  He wasn’t sure how long he was in that position until he heard a knock on his door.  It was a familiar knock, something he and Shiro had created when they were in the Garrison.

“What’s up, Shiro?” Keith asked through the door, not wanting to get up from his position.

“I, uh, was sent to collect you and escort you to the kitchens,” his best friend replied.  Keith could just see the look on Shiro’s face, the grin even if his voice sounded nervous.

Keith let out a sigh, mentally counting backward from ten, then joined Shiro in the hallway.  The older man indeed had a grin on his face, though it softened into a warm smile when he spotted Keith.  They walked together to the kitchens in silence.  

Allura had made several mentions before to them both about the nature of their relationship.  Shiro and Keith looked at each other then shrugged, not really giving her a solid answer.  To them, it didn’t matter what they were to each other.  The others guessed and made their own assumptions but it still didn’t matter.  They would do anything for the other, as Keith proved when he, with the help of Allura, saved Shiro’s soul from the Black Lion.

Colorful streamers flew around Keith as they made their entrance.  His eyes widened as he saw the paladins, his mother, the three Alteans, and a handful of the Atlas crew in the large kitchen wearing party hats, surrounding a beautiful cake he was sure Hunk had made.

“Happy birthday, Keith,” Shiro whispered, placing his human hand on Keith’s shoulder.

Keith smiled, his eyes becoming fond as he stared at his friends and family.  “This is the best birthday I’ve had, ever.”

Shiro’s smile widened and his hand squeezed ever so slightly.  “I want you to have this every year, Keith.  You deserve this and so much more.”

“Thank you, Shiro.”  He turned his attention back the others.  “And thank you, everyone.”

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I’m kinda back??

I had a horrible case of writer’s block and none of my muses wanted to cooperate at all.  I do have a con next weekend (not this coming but the following) so I’ll try to do my best to work on all my threads.

[scattereddimensions]

And all I wanted was to say goodbye

Into the fortress that you're stuck behind

And in the silence now I realize

That after all I built the wall

- "Ricochet" by Starset

(Fits well for Akechi and Keith, so that's why I shared)

[shotgunaxecombo]

PSA // I AM A LOW-MAINTENANCE RP PARTNER

what exactly does a low-maintenance rp partner mean? well… it means that I will never rush you for a reply ( ic or ooc ), meme or ask answer, or pretty much anything! take all the time you need, it really doesn’t matter to me. this isn’t a race, this is something that is done for fun! so, don’t feel obligated to do something or even be online, if you don’t want to. it doesn’t matter how long or fast it takes you to respond to me, if you’re my person, you’re my person. and if you go on hiatus, i’ll stick with you through it so when you come back it’s like nothing ever happened. never feel obligated to explain to me why it takes so long, i get it we all have other things we’re doing. some of us work full-time, some of us are in school full-time, some of us run multiple blogs and some of us just can’t find the will or motivation to write for a couple days on end… I never want you to feel pressured to interact/talk/associate with me. so, do what you need for yourself and just know i’ll be here in the background rooting for you!

[heylinlord-a]

Send (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ + an object to throw it at my muse for their reaction.

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Updated my muse list with a new muse, once again.  This one is different from previous muses, in that he is a request only muse.  I am not gonna attempt to dip my toes into the Voltron fandom on Tumblr but I will let mutuals request him for various rps and threads.

My new muse is Keith Kogane from Voltron Legendary Defender.  As requested by my roommate xD

I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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Visiting Lhant (closed with knightsxheart)

@knightsxheart

Richard gazed out the window of his carriage, fighting back a yawn.  Riding in any kind of vehicle never failed at soothing the Windorian king to sleep and this wasn’t any exception.  It wasn’t as if he wasn’t excited about the nature of his current trip.  No, he was quite thrilled, especially taking in the sights and smells of the countryside.  It wasn’t often that he got a chance to escape the bustle of Barona, other than meeting with dignitaries of Strahta and Fendel in person.

This trip was a vacation of sorts for the blonde king, something that he knew he needed.  Between fixing the mess both he and Lambda created and the ever-growing pile of paperwork, it was a never-ending job.  He refused any help from his associates (explaining that he needed to do this and that he wasn’t trying to step on their toes, as it were) and dove in with gusto.  Today, he was taking a few days’ break to visit his old friend, Asbel Lhant.

He remembered the good old days, when Asbel, his brother Hubert, their friend Cheria, and an odd child named Sophie climbed into his guest room in Lhant manor to tug him along on their adventures.  At first he wasn’t sure how to respond to the children that were roughly his age, if not a few years younger, wanting him to play with them.  It wasn’t often that he played with any kids his age.  He was raised to one day take over Windor and there was no time for play.  He was trained to speak proper and so he was confused when the children of Lord Lhant and two commoners spoke to him.

He let out a chuckle and rested his head against the cushioned seat.  He was grateful for what they did, despite the trouble they had gotten into.  He treasured those moments and even the brief moments he had when they were all grown.  Richard had wanted to visit Asbel in the knight’s Academy but knew that it would distract the former noble.  He loved their easy friendship and the teasing they shared.

Right before it all fell apart.

He was startled from his dark thoughts when the carriage came to a halt in Lhant, the townspeople gathering to catch a glimpse of their King.  Richard smiled and pushed open the carriage door, waving away the attendant as he descended down the short stairs.  Standing in front of the crowd was his best friend, Asbel.

“It’s great to see you again, Asbel,” Richard spoke warmly, his smile stretching across his face.  “It has been too long, old friend.”

[eternaltxlxs-deactivated2019121]

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royxlknight:

@scattereddimensions

Richard chuckled to himself as he hopped a ship from Barona to Ladylake.  Despite being the prince of Windor (his uncle Cedric had the throne when his father passed away, so he was still prince in name), he was still watched like a hawk, especially since when he was younger he slipped past his guards and made friends with Asbel and Hubert Lhant, Cheria Barnes, and Sophie.

This time, he was prepared and donned a disguise.  He tied his hair back into a ponytail, put on peasant clothes that passed as a student, and slipped a pair of glasses (just normal glass) on his nose.  No one suspected a thing.

He finally docked at Ladylake and had to keep his jaw from dropping.  Despite being smaller than Barona, it was a lot bigger than he had anticipated. And gorgeous.  The buildings looked modern and there were a lot more citizens around.  He could hear the shouts of merchants trying to sell their wares to the various giggles and conversations floating around.

The blonde prince started walking around, his amber eyes taking everything in.  Sometimes he had to dodge children running around him, playing chase.  He shook his head in amusement and made his way up the steps.  On the left seemed to be a church, with various merchant shops peppered in front of it.  He thought it was an odd design choice but who was he to judge?

The sounds of a horse drew his attention and he noticed one walk by, with a blonde girl seated upon it.  Her hair was styled in a way he was not familiar with and her attire was in various silvers, pinks, and white, ending with black shorts that fell higher than her knees.  Various townspeople stopped and waved to her, calling her “Lady Alisha”.

He knew that name, vaguely.  He remembered hearing his uncle talking about a treaty with Ladylake and meeting with the only thing closest to royalty: Princess Alisha Dipha.  Ever curious, the prince followed after her, surprised that he wasn’t stopped at the gates to what was clearly the rich side of Ladylake.  He kept careful distance from her, his eyes narrowed when he noticed a group of angry-looking elders in front of what was clearly her home.

Alisha walked out of the stables as two females rushed over to her as they were dressed up in blue. “Lady Alisha, shouldn’t you be getting ready to travel to Lhant, we heard it’s a long travel and perhaps you would like to take a rest you haven’t slept in days .” Alisha, of course, shook her head. “I have plenty of time, I’m not tired I’ve rested my time in the Inn.” Alisha cast her glance and council me who began to whisper in secret

“Do you have business with me, or are you going to stand there like a bunch of preying Vultures?!” Alisha was not in the mood to deal with the council haven’t they made her life miserable enough She crossed her arms over her chest staring at them.

The council glared back at the princess then walked away. with a hard sigh, The female shook her head, “I sware they begin to make my life harder and harder each day.” Walking away Alisha made her way to the back to a beautiful courtyard.

 Though she could have sworn that she saw someone else by the gate, maybe she was just seeing things. Sighing she leaned agast a stone pillar. that is until one of the councilmen came up to her causing Alisha to be on her guard and back up. She didn’t trust these men one bit.

“Ahh well if it isn’t the princess knight herself?”

Alisha glared as she spoke up. "Chancellor Bartlow..” Alisha held her spear close to her as she wouldn’t allow him any closer than he already was. “Have you thought of my offer to create a new and better world.” Alisha, of course, nodded her head.

“I have, however, my answer is and will be the same,, what we need is peace between our countries not to start a war for more land, I will never… I repeat ever! agree with this ridiculous plan, mark my words you and the rest of the council will be revealed for the traitors you truly are.”

The man chuckled. ‘My such bold words from a silly little girl who isn’t even sitting on the throne and never will be, Tell you what why don’t you keep playing hero and let the adults do the work, after all your nothing but a silly little knight whos never ment to take the throne, And pretty soon there will be no need of you, .“

Alisha gripped her spear. "You will be exposed for who you truly are, Chancellor Bartlow, mark my words, I may not be sitting on that throne and I may not wear a crown, but I AM Ruler of Ladylake and I will do whatever I feel is necessary even if it means going against the council. .”

The knight now walked away as a few of the ladies of the court came around the corner. Alisha left her horse in the stables and walked out of the Gates back into the town, the guards spoke up “Princess Alisha it wouldn’t be wise to go out at this moment, not with all that’s been going on lately.” 

The female, of course, shook her head. “I’m headed out to scout some more… shall be back later, take care of these grounds when I am gone.” Alisha rushed out back into the lush green village escaping the coucil men for the momomet. .

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Richard kept himself pressed against the brick wall separating the princess’s home from the rest of the street, hearing the entire conversation between Alisha and the elders.  

He forced himself to not grit his teeth when it had been brought up that his homeland could’ve been used to expand Ladylake’s grip over the world. If these men thought that he would hand over the reins that easily, they would have to think again.  Plus, that would start a war and Windor certainly did not need another, not after what had passed a few years ago. 

He knew of his own conflict back at home, how politics were handled not just with one person but multiple people.  He had his own share of people who didn’t believe in him or that he would be a fit ruler, especially after what happened with Lambda.  Heck, he didn’t think he would be a good ruler for Windor, not until his best friend Asbel had stepped in and gave him a long speech how he was fine as he was.  That Lambda held no sway over him any longer.  Staring back in the dual eye colors (one eye blue, the other purple) looking at him with determination, Richard couldn’t help but smile.

If there was anything he could glean from the conversation, it was that this Alisha was a strong woman.  She didn’t stand down or falter when the accusations were scathing and demeaning.  Being a young ruler himself, he knew of what the elder population thought of him.  It seemed that this was the case here, these men trying to sway the princess into doing what they wanted.

When the princess had left again, Richard pushed himself away and started back toward where she left.  He needed to talk to her in private, especially over what he had just heard.  He knew that she would be more lenient in peace talks than those one-track minded idiots.

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Birthday Surprise (closed with dallarsaol)

[dallarsaol]

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@dallarsaol

Jakob balanced the two bags of groceries with one arm and used his free hand to let himself into the Northern Fortress that he called home the past several years.  He used his foot to shut the door and headed into the kitchen, trying to be quiet as to not wake his young charge upstairs.  He had sent Flora and Felicia to keep his young charge busy should something occur.

He set both bags down and was in the process of unpacking them when he heard a knock on the door.  Letting out a scoff, he headed toward the entrance, wondering who could be at the door this time.  

It wasn’t often that they would get visitors here, though sometimes the Nohrian princes and princesses came to spend time with Corrin, the rare chances they’d get.  He knew they were due a visit soon, as Xander was allowed to test Corrin’s skills at last.  He had received that letter a few weeks ago.

Now, however, Jakob just wanted to deal with whoever was at the door and get back to preparing the cake for Corrin’s birthday, which so happened to be today.

He opened the door, a rude greeting on his lips when he noticed who was standing on the steps. “L-Lord Leo!  May I ask why you are here?  And are your other siblings nearby?”

The trip was one he long since familiar with, though it seldom became any less treacherous to make. At times Leo could not help but wonder why Father insisted that Corrin be kept secluded in such a remote castle, though at other times he was glad for it, glad they were spared the pettiness and politics that were never ending in the Nohrian court. 

Leo knocked at the door, quietly enough that the sound oughtn’t travel through the entire castle; after all his plans would be ruined if it were Corrin who answered. Thankfully when it finally opens he sees one of their attendants. Perfect, it would not do to have things fall apart, certainly not this soon. He was determined that his siblings’ special day be just that.

“I am here to celebrate Corrin’s brithday,” Leo answered simply. “I thought some additional company might be welcome, seeing as they are still not permitted to leave.” Leo carries a satchel in which he’s brought their gift and a few additions of his own.  

“For the time being I am the only one here. Knowing them, I don’t doubt they’ll be around before long, we failed to make plans together, but I doubt anyone would miss today.” Everyone was so fond of Corrin, after all. “Have any preparations been made yet?” 

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Jakob must admit, he was very surprised that the youngest Nohrian prince would travel all this way by himself to celebrate Corrin’s birthday.  In truth, he shouldn’t be surprised, knowing how close the Nohrian princes and princesses were with their adopted sibling.  He had seen for himself how they treasured Corrin over the years (especially Camilla, who he thought was a little too doting on the poor child).

“You are not wrong in that they could use some additional company,” he replied smoothly.  He opened the door further and allowed the blonde to enter.  He offered to take the satchel and made his way toward the kitchen, knowing Leo would follow behind.  “I just got back from the markets, having purchased ingredients to make a cake for Their Highness Corrin.  The other attendants are keeping them occupied whilst I take care of preparations.” 

[ashestxdust]

Cold Eternity

[savants-nine-and-twelve]

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Of fucking course Twelve would try to save him from himself, Nine mused as he stood in the brunette’s room. Twelve stood, staring him down with determination that Nine could swear he could smell.  However, his friend was right in the fact that Nine would have gladly done the same thing to Twelve, if their roles were reversed.  Both of them were incredibly stubborn, when it came down to it.

It didn’t make any difference to his rage, however.

Without even thinking, he shoved the human down onto the bed and he leaned over him.  He was still incredibly thirsty, and that one vial did nothing for his injury.  Hating himself, he opened his jaws to reveal elongated fangs and he sank them into Twelve’s neck.  He took in small draws at a time, not quite lost in bloodlust.

Not surprised that Nine pinned him down in bloodlust Twelve took a deep breath and relaxed the best he could knowing Nine’s thirst needed to be satisfied. This is what he got for betraying him like this after all. 

“Take what you need.”

Whimpering when Nine harshly bit him he was grateful that he wasn’t nearly as rough as Five had been before, but still preferred Prompto’s gentle nibbling than anything else. 

“That’s enough…” He whispered minutes later when he started to feel dizzy. “Any more and I’ll pass out again.” Nine still seemed to be sane enough to listen to him, though he still reached up and poked his face in case he wasn’t listening. 

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The more pulls of blood he coaxed from Twelve’s artery, the more Nine felt like himself.  The burning pain of hunger vanished and it seemed like all the negative emotions swirling inside himself melted away.  He nearly sighed in relief against Twelve’s neck.  He pulled away when he heard the human tell him to stop, even going so far as to poke his face.

Nine stared down at his dear friend, his red gaze lingering somewhat on the still bleeding wound on his neck.  He leaned down briefly to swipe his tongue across the wound, knowing that a certain agent in his saliva would seal it up so the already frail human wouldn’t lose more than he already did.

“You’re so fucking stupid, pulling a stunt like this on me,” he said after a minute.  “I know why you did it, before you argue.  And yes, I would have done the same if it were you.”  He paused.  “.... thanks, for saving me from myself.”

He figured Twelve would know how much of a big deal this was, especially since he was apologizing.  Nine never apologized.