committed.

“Fragging superb, you funky little fighter droid. I’m proud of you.”

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poe: blinks

me: huh, that doesn’t seem right

poe: blinks rapidly

me: hmMMMMM

me: alright, i give up, poe what are you

poe:

bb-8, rolling up out of nowhere to yell in binary: HE’S VERS BUT THE BIGGER YOUR BDE THE MORE SUBBY HE BECOMES

poe: shUT THE KRIFF UP—

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NAME: Poe Dameron NICKNAME(S): Black Leader, flyboy, Leia’s boy, rebellion heir, Little Luke SPECIES: Human AGE: 32 as of the Battle of Crait GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Bi as the Force itself INTERESTS:  Flying and exploring, making new friends, finding creative ways to blow the First Order up PROFESSION: Commander Captain of Black Squadron, the best damn pilot in the Resistance galaxy. BODY TYPE: Fit, athletic, smokin’ hot, if he does say so himself  EYES: Brown, varying hues depending on the light HAIR: Black, wavy, probably has engine oil and bits of scrap metal stuck in it HEIGHT: 1.72m or about 5′8″ COMPANIONS: BB-8, Black Squadron, Finn, Rey FAMILY: His father, Kes Dameron, is still alive and well on Yavin 4 LOVE INTERESTS: Verse dependent. (Many. Mostly men.) ANTAGONISTS: General Hux, Kylo Ren, literally anyone who has voluntarily flown a TIE-fighter instead of an X-wing COLORS: Orange, black, cream, brown—but his personal favorite is purple FRUITS: Mango, papaya, coconut, zapote, jocote, mangosteen... anything fresh, tropical and chilled, pretty much. DRINKS: Caf, coconut, a good piña colada ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Yes, especially if you’re buying SMOKES? No DRUGS? No DRIVER’S PILOT’S LICENSE? Earned it when he was twelve, been flying ever since.

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“…of course I care for you.” His eyes narrow behind his darkened lenses.

He isn’t sure he can change, though. Even if he wanted to go back to being the weak, grovelling fool that he was before (and he doesn’t, he never wants to be that man again) he doesn’t know how he could. He’s too powerful to simper, now. He’s too smart not to see the many flaws in the way this city– this world– is being run. Otto knows he deserves everything that was denied to him before, and that knowledge is as ingrained in his mind as his arms are into his body.

The only way he can outwardly change is if he puts on a convincing enough act. It wouldn’t be particularly difficult, although it wouldn’t be particularly pleasant, either. Octavius is always lying, planning, conducting the actions of those around him; he doesn’t want to have to do that with Poe, but he will if he has to. Otto doesn’t want to lose him. Otto refuses to lose him.

He hopes it doesn’t come to that.

“I already have changed– for the better. If you loved me, you would be on my side.”

Poe doesn’t want to fight him. He really, really doesn’t.

But he will if he has to, so he reaches out with his powers. He knows Otto can feel it when he grips the arms firmly with his mind; it’s as gentle a warning as he can afford to give, right now.

“You’re better than this,” he spits out. “We’re better than this. You think I don’t know how much of a shithole the world is? But this is not the way to go about making it a better place.”

If he’s honest with himself, he kinda saw this coming. Otto hasn’t been the same ever since the accident, but Poe let it slide, all the little quirks and changes that told him the man he loved was becoming a monster.

Gods, feelings can be such a bitch.

“You’ve grown hard,” he says. “Callous. There’s no room for love in a mechanical shell—which is all that’ll be left of you, if you keep this up. There’ll be no room left for me.”

“I did,” he said softly, ready to switch topics to the plane crash– or lack thereof– that he had found so intriguing. But then the man complimented his work, and Otto decided that it wouldn’t hurt to discuss his arms for a few minutes before they got around to more important matters.

“Thank you.” In response, the extra limbs seemed to sway more fluidly around him, rising up to circle the two of them curiously before retreating back towards Octavius.

“Certainly– I’d be happy to answer any questions you might have. Oscorp strives for complete transparency when it comes to our methods, after all.” And Norman had asked him to bring along samples of his work for just this reason.

Show them enough to make it seem like we’re open to a real exchange of ideas, Osborn had said. Bring those tentacles of yours, and anything else you think would be worth their time– as long as it’s already public. Make it look good for them, Otto. We need a record of friendship once we release our super-soldiers. Anything to keep this from getting traced back to Oscorp.

“Unfortunately, the batteries can only last a few hours before they need to be replaced. That’s the primary flaw of my design, but my arms aren’t meant to be brought out of the lab anyway. This is a special occurrence. They were designed for experiments– they let me stay a safe distance away; by using my mechanical appendages, I can manipulate chemicals and even radioactive materials without danger.” There was a definite note of pride in his voice, the uncertain satisfaction of one who was assured of his own genius but who had had his ideas shot down and berated one to many times.

“It– It wasn’t easy! There’s a central processor to coordinate them, but each individual arm regulates its own lateral, longitudinal, and vertical movement through space with my guidance– those are the proper terms for flight maneuvers, aren’t they? …if such parallels can be drawn.”

“I’m sure you could manipulate them with incredible precision. Would you be willing to talk about what happened? From what I heard in the news, you’re remarkably skilled.”

The arms extended towards him, and, for a moment, Poe found himself inside a perfect circle of electronics.

No, not electricity. Those arms were thrumming with life. 

His fingers twitched slightly as he reached out with his powers. He traced the ebb and flow of the current through hundreds of interlinked circuits, marveling at their complexity and precision.

And at the beginning and end of them all stood Doctor Octavius.

Octavius’ comment on complete transparency prompted a raised eyebrow from Poe, though he managed not to snort outright. Shame that the doctor was here on behalf of Oscorp; Poe would’ve liked to talk to him about his personal work, without the whole potential partnership thing hanging over their heads.

“So you’ve given life to something that might help save your life,” he nodded. “Not that—I didn’t mean that in the sense of, Oscorp’s labs are unsafe, or anything. I’m sure they aren’t. But there’s always some element of danger in your line of work, and these arms reduce that. Which is great.”

Poe was surprised to find that he could feel the arms interfacing with the doctor’s nervous system, could even detect pinpricks of commands in the organic matter just before they passed into the artificial. It took all of his self-control to stop himself from pushing further.

That is so cool.

“Yeah, although lazy folks like me just say ‘pitch, roll and yaw’.” He flashed the doctor a smile before considering what Octavius had just said. “But... huh. That’s a helluva lot of heavy lifting for the software, how did you get those reaction times down to—” he snapped his fingers— “that?”

But then the doctor brought up the plane thing and yeah, Poe was expecting it, but he couldn’t help but feel just a little disappointed. You’d think being on TV screens and trending pages would be an ego boost, but what the superhero manual didn’t tell you was that it could also be just a little bit of a buzzkill.

“Aw, nah, anyone with decent hand-eye coordination can learn to fly a plane. What I do just lets me sink a little deeper into the controls, y’know? So I know what’s happened as soon as the signal’s triggered, doesn’t need to pass through all those wires for me to get the memo. It just helps me control her better. Nothing too skilled about it.”

Wanting to bring the conversation back to the arms, he continued, “Seems like you know a thing or two about skills, though. How much—you said you made them yourself, I take it you were really involved in the whole process?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

If Doctor Octavius wasn’t actually here on behalf of Oscorp—which they hadn’t been able to determine, because Something’s blocking his mind. I can’t get in, Jean said, sounding just a little bit prissy in Poe’s head—at least he looked and sounded the part. Poe hadn’t even pretended to understand the conversation the doctor had had with Hank about radiation something-or-other.

Poe had, however, noticed the arms.

It would have been difficult not to, even without his powers. The mechanical limbs were prehensile, with a range of motion that almost defied the laws of physics—and, most remarkably, they seemed to be moved by Octavius’ brain.

He didn’t quite dare to try controlling something so closely linked to a living, breathing person. But the arms called to him, with every flex and fidget of those sweet, sweet metallic joints.

“You made those?” he asked, nodding at the arms. “They’re beautiful. Smoothest motion I’ve ever seen.”

Oscop’s robotics department had put out some really cool tech over the years, but nothing on par with this. It couldn’t be a coincidence that Octavius was here so soon after Poe had made a splash with the whole plane incident.

“I’d love to pick your brain about them for a bit, if you don’t mind,” he said. If Octavius was here because of him—and Poe thought that was more likely with every second they continued to stand here, the others having all taken their leave—surely Octavius wanted to talk about his arms. Especially since he’d lugged them all the way here to begin with.

“What led you to build them, what—how did you make a neural interface complex enough to account for such a wide range of motor function?”

Almost as an afterthought, as he considered the current flowing through the limbs, he added, “How much juice does that battery even pack? Doesn’t seem like it’ll last too long.”

also, i don’t think i ever mentioned on here that i’m going to be studying abroad this summer? i’ll be in Russia from early june-early july, and then i’m flying back to Malaysia. the time differences are EST +7 and +12 hours respectively so bear in mind that i won’t respond to things immediately, but i will definitely respond to them within a day or so (which is loads faster than i’ve been in months tbh).

Adam (@majestxt)​ suggested a Greek mythology AU for Death and Poe, and then we got excited talking about it, and then I started writing a fic and this world blew up way out of proportion in my mind. So, before I publish the fic itself, I thought I’d share some of the background that went into it—and what better day to share it on than May the Fourth?

THE TWELVE OLYMPIANS A.K.A. KEY FIGURES IN THE RESISTANCE AND FIRST ORDER

The Twelve Olympians in Greek mythology include Aphrodite and either Hestia or Dionysus; for the purposes of this story, none of these gods exist, and the last two spots in the pantheon are held by Hades and Persephone.

Note that none of the gods are related by blood, marriage or sex unless explicitly stated. Ignore everything you know about who is who’s child and who’s sleeping with who in real-world Greek mythology.

ZEIA: Leia Organa. Queen of the Gods and all-round badass. Mother of most of the gods by adoption, also biological mother of Hephaestus. Has lost control of most of Olympus, but her loyal followers are fighting back.

HERAS: Chewbacca. Values family and home (as seen in the holiday special we all wish we didn’t make the mistake of watching).

POSEIDON: Luke Skywalker. Has a special weapon no one else uses, hasn’t been seen since in a long time.

DEPETER: Kes Dameron. A harvest god.

ATHENA: Rey. Besides wisdom, Athena traditionally represented the nobler side of war (discipline, strategy). Cinnamon roll.

APOLLO: Finn. God of light and the sun, truth, and healing.

ARTEMIS: Rose Tico. Fierce yet innocent warrior, can and will fight you.

ARES: Armitage Hux. God of the less savory side of war (violence, bloodshed). Currently in control of most of Olympus, waging war for dominance with Hephaestus against Zeia.

HEPHAESTUS: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren. Kylo built his own lightsaber and devised the crossguard ventilation shaft himself, which suggests an engineering- and/or creation-oriented path for him, had he not undergone Jedi training. In the original mythos, Hephaestus was flung from Olympus by his father Zeus and landed in the sea; here the trauma is not physical but psychological/emotional, with Zeia sending him off to Poseidon.

HERMES: Han Solo. God of messengers and thieves, can make the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs thanks to his winged sandals. Father of Hephaestus and longtime consort to Zeia.

HADES: Death. Specifically, @majestxt’s Death from Elisabeth das Musical. Oversees the Underworld and is very, very good at it. Entirely impartial to the fighting of the gods. Had a record scratch (”Yup, that’s me”) moment when a cute young god somehow ended up falling into his home. Can never look at pomegranates the same way again.

PERSEPHONES: Poe Dameron. In the original mythos: Persephone was Kore (“maiden”) before her abduction, the masculine equivalent of which is Kouros. She was also known as Despoina/Despoena (“mistress of the house”) and the masculine equivalent of that is Despotis, with the stress on the “po” (which, in my head, is how he eventually becomes “Poe”). Is a sweetheart who was not born for war but raised in it nonetheless. While not busy giving Ares’ troops hell, he flirts with Hades incessantly.

CELESTIAL GODS A.K.A. DROIDS

HELIOS: C-3PO. The sun itself, brother to Selenes and Eos.

SELENES: R2-D2. The moon. Done With Your Shit™.

EOS: BB-8. The dawn. Smol precious non-binary baby of the three.

+ BONUS GOD:

ENYO: Captain Phasma. In mythology, the feminine equivalent of Ares, albeit perhaps a fainter copy.

Meta about names and domains of the gods (and the Force) under cut: