Written for a tumblr writing prompt. A quick drabble about Agent Formaldehyde's greatest fear.
Akane lived on the Planet Arboria up until the Dominion found out about her race supplying the Exiles, chased from her home planet and losing her parents she is taken care of by First lieutenant Sam Boldwell, finally reaching Nexus with the rest of the Exiles, something goes wrong and nearly crushes what little is left of her will. Will she exact her revenge upon the dominion?
Written for a tumblr writing prompt. Over half a century of cold calculated killing begins to weigh heavily on the mind of mordesh Agent Formaldehyde and he feels he is beginning to succumb, like the unwinding of a tightly coiled spring. Rated T for heavy gore and violence.
Yasty Silverbush takes care of her mordesh beloved in the middle of the night, and there is much to talk about.
A short story about a young aurin and a gloomy mordesh both awkwardly dealing with the pitfalls of their relationship one evening after a long day of grinding mobs.
Life is good for Moana Ainov. A firm Dominion supporter, she leads a rather comfortable life as a musician, fluent in several instruments and singing, a Cassian lover, everything's turning up roses. At least, before the Fall. But sometimes the happiest are not the most well-adjusted. (A brief narrative of my PC)
A male Mordesh engineer has an interest in an agender human medic, but really doesn't know what to do about it or what his interest actually is. So, a few others decide to "help" him out. But really, how much help will they actually be? Lots of pairings, but mostly male Mordesh/agender human/male Aurin. Polyamorous. I apologize if it isn't that good.
An Aurin sent to Planet Nexus to serve as a Protostar Subcontractor to both sides in the brewing war stumbles across an ancient relic from a long-dead race.
My name? It wasn't always the one I use. What's in a name? Everything. It is what I am. It is where I'm going.
Agent Formaldehyde returns late one night from work to attend to his little daughter.
This quick thing is sort of my contribution to The Nexus Virus RP Event hosted by tumblr's nexusrphub. It also ties in to the Exiles War Memorial event that happened not long ago, so I hope it's okay that I try to tie the two happenings together. This piece stars Agent Formaldehyde and Dr. Dmitriev Konstantinov.
Chua esper Jafa Jiff gets into a... situation.
Yasty Silverbush won't stop asking Agent Formaldehyde stupid questions in the middle of a very important special mission.
Written for a tumblr writing prompt. Another quick drabble about mordesh Nikolai Kapuchov's ambitions, back on Grismara when everyone was still alive.
Dominus the Half-Blood, greatest gift of the Eldan.
A string of loosely related tales chronicling the adventures of sassy spellslinger Alexa and eccentric aurin Elanirin. A new home and a new life awaits-but so do huge messy gobs of trouble.
Dr. Victor Lazarin battles internal demons after the events of Blighthaven and the rest of the Aurelian research expedition worry for him. [Contains some spoilers]
On the brink of total disaster, Sky and the remains of her small Dominion guild are sent along a journey into neutral zones to try and infiltrate who they think is responsible: the Exiles of course! Things do not go according to plan for the small Esper as they end up being attacked by even their own comrades...! What is this mysterious plague going around?
An encounter between one of Cassia's most talented consorts and a new client
First fanfic so don't be harsh. In this story, Will, his girlfriend Emila, and his brother Jack have been sucked through a "Portal" to the Exile Arkship, and one thing leads to another and they are kickin' Dominion rear. I'm gonna stop before I spoil the story. Reviews are welcome, and I'm open to constructive criticism.
Before the trip to Nexus could begin, a man's mind wanders to his past.
The Exiles have been driven from their homes by the Dominion, forced into a desperate life of running, hiding, and skirmishing—but does this persecution suggest that their cause is just or righteous? One Dominion officer suspects that it means nothing of the sort; he knows the depths to which the Exiles are willing to sink, should their former oppressors wind up in their clutches.