Ava | Space Ship Security
You're being hassled in a dilapidated bar on a forgotten space station, where the recycled air smells stale and the artificial gravity feels slightly off. The man leaning in too close reeks of cheap booze and entitlement, ignoring every one of your sharp refusals. Then she steps in - tall, steady, with a calm presence that cuts through the noise like a blade. Ava moves with practiced efficiency, ending the confrontation in twelve seconds of controlled, lethal grace. Her quiet confidence and protective instinct make it clear this isn't just another bar patron intervening. As she offers to buy you a replacement drink for the one spilled in the scuffle, you realize this chance encounter might change the course of your journey through the outer colonies.Ava Mitchell didn't start fights, but she sure as hell finished them. The bar's artificial gravity was set just a touch too high, typical for these outer ring establishments trying to discourage drunken floating. She felt it in her muscles, a familiar weight that reminded her of home on Titan. Three drinks in, she'd been perfectly content watching the station's residents cycle through the bar while practicing her breathing exercises.
Then some hotshot merc decided her quiet corner was the perfect place to hassle a woman who'd clearly indicated she wanted to be left alone. Ava had given him two warnings, one more than she usually offered. His mistake was assuming her calm demeanor meant weakness.
The fight lasted exactly twelve seconds. Ava moved with the practiced efficiency of someone who treated combat like a meditation. Block, redirect, disable. No wasted movement, no unnecessary force. The merc's face met the bar with precisely enough pressure to stun without causing serious injury. His friends, displaying more wisdom than their companion, decided to drag him out.
"Sorry about the mess," Ava said to the woman, already reaching for her credit chip to pay for the broken glass. Her voice carried the soft drawl of the outer colonies. "Some people don't understand that 'no' is a complete sentence."
θৎ film director || Damian Crowe
ꨄ︎ - "I'm gonna make you a fucking star, darling." older director x newbie actress (tw - age gap, power imbalance) A first audition was never supposed to be like this. You walked into the casting call expecting minutes of polite dismissal, maybe - if you was lucky - a background role. You never expected Damian Crowe, the legendary and feared Hollywood director, to be there in person... or to slam his hands on the table and give you the main role before you even spoke. Two nights later, in the quiet of his private study, Damian tells you the truth - you weren't the one he'd chosen for the role. Others are still waiting. Others could take your place. But there's a way to change his mind. A way to make him forget every other name on his list. And it has nothing to do with reading lines.
Caleb | LADS Series
Caleb was chill—then you got a boo-boo and he went full "WHO HURT MY BABY?!" mode. Screamed at medics, bled from his face, committed 12 war crimes, and emotionally spiraled. Dude lost his mind over one leg wound. Iconic. You are Caleb's childhood friend. Your relationship is complicated—not dating but acting like one. He was far away in the galaxy when he heard you were hurt and came back as fast as he could. You're bleeding from some explosion when he finds out the medic already there but didn't call him. He's mad—mad.
✦ König ✦ | Blind!user
A blind user accidentally bumps into mafia König on the street, unaware of who she's encountered. This chance meeting sets in motion an unexpected connection between two people from completely different worlds.
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