Never. Stop. Fighting

Aryn Evans - An ex-military Lieutenant lost to space and time. Part of the POLARIS project, an early initiative in its heyday to decode signals from space in the attempt to make contact with extraterrestrials. A Voltron : Legendary Defender OC Blog

[the-lost-lieutenant]

Stumbled back on here accidentally , read some old posts, had some old nostalgia. It was something.

[belost-the-watcher]

@the-lost-lieutenant​

“They lived together in love and didn’t fear what might come. They both knew what it was to have nothing- they had come together from there and they could go back as long as they had one another. Growing up, they had arguments, but they never fought. They knew they were on the same side even when they disagreed because they always came from a place of love. And even today they still dance like newlyweds.”

- Excerpt from Admiral Rozx Windor’s autobiography

[the-lost-lieutenant]

Yeah I know I haven’t been here, buuuut this is a beautiful gift and a lovely piece of writing to go along with it. So here I am, sharing it to show a little more my appreciation <3<3

[the-lost-lieutenant]

If you're still around do you take art commissions?

I don’t often take them just cause usually I am quite busy, but I do have some spare time coming up at the start of July, so if you’re interested I could take one. It would still depend on subject matter and budget but we can discuss the details. You’ll have to send me a non-anonymous message tho, so we can correspond about it

[the-lost-lieutenant]

A general belated Merry Christmas to all. I’m alive, I still occasionally doodle, but in general life is very busy.

A small Christmas gift to @belost-the-watcher

[the-lost-lieutenant]

If it’s not painfully obvious, I’m having a hard time coming back here. 

It feels dead, I feel dead. I’m just really tired. It’ll take a lot of effort to revamp and not sure if I have it in me right now or there’s enough interest to warrant the effort.

Haven’t full made a decision yet. Just right now I’m not sure either way.

[impfiltration-archive]

“Yeesh.”

“Doesn’t that seem like, uh.. a horrible health problem?”

[the-lost-lieutenant]

“What? No, it’s just a liver thing. It’ll start filtering properly again when I sober up.” Her hand flippantly flapped away the notion of concern as her eyes blinked unevenly. “Ssss’fine.”

[achills-deactivated20160908]

[the-lost-lieutenant]

Two weeks and counting to one of my biggest cons of the year that I sell at. Work is still nuts schedule wise, and I’m crazy hustling to try to get plushies made before I run out of time now that my finger’s starting to do better.

Will be scarce until after the May 24th to 26th weekend. So much to do! Wish me luck. You all stay safe. <3

[the-lost-lieutenant]

Sam Tinnesz x Jung Youth - Fighter [Official Audio]

[the-lost-lieutenant]

Does Aryn ever have control issues with her arms or has she gotten passed that from having them for so long?

At the start absolutely she did. It was like if both your arms and hands were asleep and prickly but some how you had to make a whole dinner. Or possibly something even simpler like putting on pants. A lot of her first training with them was just doing singular simple motions with them, that were what she wanted. Like moving her index finger, if the middle one moved. Nope. Try again. Then on success, do it at least twenty more times. Fifty more times. Whatever it took.

Eventually she could do more complicated motions and control with them. The part that frustrated her the most I think was when she didn't think on it much and could do things automatically, but when she tried to put in conscious effort sometimes she couldn't.

She had to learn pretty quickly though, given she wasn't really given much down time. But she was alone and isolated a lot, so she had time to dedicate to it. Harder than the movement was the extra features which weren't something ever programmed into her brain already like movement. She burned herself quite often at the start, and even much later in life she has some difficulty moderating the temperature of her hands, especially when stressed, angry or frightened. Times of high emotion, they tend to respond "naturally" to her state which is rarely what she wants.

For some reason the electricity is easier to call and dismiss than heat, the hacking she feels she'll never really be good at. Later on shield upgrades she finds easier, but she's also much more used to them by that point.

Later in life there are still definitely times where she's reminded of the fact these are foreign pieces that still occasionally need to be handled with care. Loss of control can happen, especially when I'll or possibly under the influence of substances that fuck with her mental control over faculties. Much like our own regular bodies can get spasms or weird reactions to these items, just that hers can more easily break a nose or window, oooor melt metal.

Typically, in her older years though she is much more attuned to them, and suffers much less from issues with them.

[the-lost-lieutenant]

Some Amends

Continued from here  @empirescxrned

Aryn pressed her lips together into a tight flat line, holding back the urge of her own to roll her eyes at Anaiya’s already blatant obstinance. Clearly she wasn’t welcome but whatever, when had that ever stopped her before.

   “Not here to play messenger. Here to play Doctor.” Coran knew about her long standing education in physical therapy and first aid, and he was certainly use it so he could continue to multi-task the plethora of other duties he had. While possibly playing match maker. She’d heard an earful of how if she just “got to know her that she’d realize they had more in common than she thinks” and etc, in that simultaneously charming and irritating optimistic tone Coran so often had. She wasn’t sure if Anaiya had had any similar interactions with him, but it was possible.

   But... here she was throwing out low blows about Aryn’s old injuries. “If you were ‘ready’ to join, you’d know better than to say shit like that.” She kept her voice even, it wasn’t like she hadn’t heard worse from a Galra before. Part of her wanted to believe that if Anaiya really sat and thought about it the ‘how’ of it, she’d not be sitting there making jokes about losing limb, but who knew. Who knew.

   She moved closer and crouched down in front of the seat, not looking to the other woman’s face anymore. She’d do her work and then leave. Hopefully it could be that simple. She looked over the arm in question, wishing it was easier to see the flesh for analyzing. She stood again and with slight hesitation put her hand on Anaiya’s shoulder. Of course, it all would have been easier if she had her own hands and could feel things with the full awareness that most took for granted. “Lift your arm again in front of you and then raise it up. ...Please.”

[the-lost-lieutenant]

belost-the-watcher‌:

He leaned back so she could see him. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Aryn. Believe me. You’re getting better now and I’ll be right here.”

Belost pressed his face against her, cradling her in his arm as if she might simply float away at any moment. She’d nearly done much worse than that after all. “I’ve kept my promise to always find you if you’re lost, haven’t I? And I’ll always bring you back.”

Then she said what he’d been wishing to hear more than anything. A numbness washed through him and his stomach clenched tight. A sense of doubt set in and he couldn’t help but feel the fear of her waking being a dream. If it was, he would make it the best he could and hope he didn’t wake up. “I love you too, Aryn. You’re everything to me.” Were the situation any less extreme, he’d have found himself cracking a joke at her second to last saying.

“You’re through the worst of it. Just stay awake, okay?” Priorities took over and he found himself reaching for the alert at her bedside. He pressed the button for help. “I’ll be with you the whole time, I promise.”

   She breathed out a deep sigh, relaxing more into his arms as he held her. She didn’t remember all the time she’d been unconscious, but it certainly felt like they hadn’t spoken for a while. She did remember him finding her in the wreckage though, and thinking those would be her last moments with him. His “always bring you back” had once been something of a threat, but that was a long time ago, another lifetime ago, and now it was reassuring words born from care. It was comforting to hear, even more so that he had, it wasn’t just words.

   “You’re right. You’ve kept it.” Her hand lowered from him, sliding down his neck and chest as she found herself too tired to keep holding it up. She breathed slow and deep, blinking languidly but there was still a strength to even these simple actions that had not been present before.

   “More promises.” She breathed out a small sound of amusement. “Better keep them...” A small groan of pain followed as her condition was catching up with her after the thrill of being awake and with him. “I’m really tired... we can’t nap?”

[belost-the-watcher]

Confrontation

[the-lost-lieutenant]

belost-the-watcher‌:

Belost was stretched out, or as best he could get, in his transport. His encrypted command line the only one with any signal in deep space. It would be a while before he got the transmission.

The commotion afterwards was hard to miss even in such a big house. As Aryn passed through the house, Sulfa looked up from her spot beside Theron. She had done her best and had him calmed down enough to return back to his usual self, if still in a bad mood. But there was still somebody else in the family who needed her. She whispered something to Theron and kissed him reassuringly, giving him a final squeeze on his hands before she hurried out after Aryn.

“Aryn,” she said quietly and sped up to catch up to her.

“Aryn are you okay?” Sulfa asked, gently pressing a hand to her shoulder to get her to stop or at least slow down.

   She walked quickly through the halls with tunnel vision and a purpose. The purpose of leaving. Her heart was racing, terrified that she’d turn a corner and Theron would be there, she saw people out the corner of her eye as she passed one room, knowing just by the silhouettes it was them, and she only picked up her speed. Metal hands clutching her duffel bag even tighter. She heard her name spoken softly and tried to ignore it, but curse Galra and their longer legs.

   At the physical contact Aryn jolted and nearly jumped to the side, turning towards Sulfa a bit, looking at her with wide spooked eyes, her feet sliding across the flooring a bit. In her state of fight or flight, she was not so prepared for tenderness. In the time of a blink Aryn had been one place and next thing she knew when her eyes opened again, a yard away. “I’m fine!” She lied in curt knee-jerk reaction. Her voice so clipped that she took a breath and repeated less panicked to try to even out the believability. “I’m fine, Sulfa. Sorry, I just have to go.”

   Her head turned to look towards the doors, knowing escape was so close, before looking back to the older woman. “I’m sorry I ruined...” Her voice drifted off, not sure how to finish the statement. The trip? Her son’s visit? Everything? Surely by now Theron had poisoned Sulfa against her, it only seemed natural.

   She managed to regain some stability to her voice by being more formal. “I’m just really sorry, thank you for your hospitality, I hope I haven’t ruined your time off. I’ll... see myself out.” Aryn took a deep breath, feeling like her throat was dry and then turned back down the hall.

[scientronid]

[flairsbian]

hello 911

[the-lost-lieutenant]

I stole it

[motorcycles-and-more]

 Biker girl on Harley-Davidson