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Hm hm hm. I have Eddie here, the temptation to bring my Spider-Man oc and my other DC oc over though...
[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? - @ leih'to
Leih'to actually can't remember anything. He plays it off, pretends he remembers his life before everything. But he's not actually certain that the goddess talks to him so much as just he's tricked himself into hearing her voice.
One of the only things he remembers is who cut his throat and left him mostly mute. But he keeps it to himself, promising to never tell, because the person who did it doesn't remember they did it either. And he can't blame them for doing it at the time.
[ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? - @ amos
Ouch Rowan. Ouch.
For Amos it was two times he can distinctly remember. Once was the first time Naomi looked at him with - not necessarily fear persay, but apprehension, like he was dangerous to her. He looked at himself and hated what he saw. Violence to him is second nature, it's what he's good at, and he has no real qualms about being a gun pointed in a direction. He doesn't (didn't) care about Holden being apprehensive, because Naomi understands him, but her being nervous or hesitant around him? He felt like a monster.
The second, was after the talk with the scientist they pulled from the monitoring station Thoth. The one who's empathy center was shut off. Because if they could look at what was done to Eros, to the innocent Belters who lived there and anyone visiting - and just gloss over it like nothing? What separated their lack of morality from Amos' own casual response to violence? What was the line that kept him from being a monster just like them?
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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I Trust You.
Fabien/Phyre
The shadow burns for you.
Do you all see my vision??
(also just wanted to take a shot at interpreting rocky. weird spider/crab/sand dollar beast)
With a cheeky grin from his lounge atop the cool brick wall - he's flat on his belly, tail draped down along the brick, chin propped upon one arm - Sid lazily reaches a hand down and tips a finger against Leih'to's ear, taptap, dark hair spilled over his features so much that one can barely see the glint of his eyes.
Leih'to leans half against the wall, lazy, content as he does and he hums, tail swishing as he enjoys the pleasant warmth from the sun, the cool bricks against his back. Sid's tail is near Leih'to's elbow, he tip faintly ticklish and his ears flick again before Sid taps his finger against his ear, a pair of taps, enough to make Leih'to's ears flick a little - nose wrinkling a little.
He tips his head back against the brick, looking up into the dark curtain of hair. "Mm?"
as accustomed to the barren landscape as Francisco was, friendly territory was not something he aimed to avoid - in spite of his occupation. but the gang had itself handled for the time being, the old man still running it firm enough that there was no use (at the moment) for his right hand. that left Cisco to roam freely; at least for a couple of weeks, until the radio inevitably buzzed with harsh commands to return and restore order once more.
the day was drawing to a close, and though the weather was clear and cooler than most, a sweat had still made its way across his brow by the time Cisco reached the small would-be settlement. the beeping bot's seeming greeting is met with a smile, trail hat lifted with one hand as the back of another swipes across his forehead.
"Hope I'm not interruptin' -" he'd expect work to pause at a time like this, but it had been quite some time since Cisco had been in a community that one could consider in any way 'typical'. "Would there be an unoccupied house 'round here where I could spend the night?"
The property was one of a few houses, still somewhat standing and enough for Six to build it back up, reinforcing standing walls and weaving together a roof made of the longer scrub grass and mud to waterproof it. It'd become a settlement in time, but Six still had plenty of work to do - despite the progress he'd made so far. Of the six houses that were usable, Six had managed to fix up two of them, the current being the third.
The doctor would have something to say about Six working through the day, but he'd been on a roll and there was nobody but ED-E to disapprove of him working through the day, and he could always rest the next day - Six had an inkling the next day might bring rain anyway, rare as it might have been.
He straightened up, groaning a little as he ran a hand through his damp hair, turning to face the stranger, wiping a gloved hand across his forehead before he tugged them off. "Naw, no bother." Six cast a glance at the houses in their half circle from the house he was working on and nodded towards the two that were finished, with their scrub grass roof. "Either one'a those are free for a bunk - this one's not quite ready for anyone but me." He grinned, a lazy, crooked smile at the stranger.
In addition to their tags I might see if I can find like. Headers or whatever that will work for separating posts and dressing them up just a lil. So each character stands out a bit.

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Amos from The Expanse study. It took me only 2 hours, which is suspiciously fast for me. Am I improving or something? 🤔
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Thancred plays the role of the rogue well, it's true — he's a little sharp-witted, flirty, the sort that likes a scrap but likes the drink and relaxation that comes after. But despite all that, there is yet something under it all — unwavering loyalty, for one, but also the slow truth that the sheer weight of what they're all facing is starting to weigh on him more.
" If you tire of politics, my friend, then I'd suggest getting rest where you can, because, " and he laughs, more an exhale and a shake of his head, and pours the other mug full and passes it over, " it's neverending. "
And it's interesting, too, how he simultaneously says it with just a bit of a bite and also with the impression that there's some part of him that doesn't mind it, either — but then, getting his Archon's mark in the art of espionage may explain that away by itself to a degree. " But not for tonight. How are you holding together? "
Thancred is the scion that Leih'to has found himself most interested in, he's fascinating - the playboy persona worn comfortably, but he's loyal. Anyone who didn't bother looking beyond the surface level would only see what he wanted them to see, but Leih'to could see there was more. He'd not been doing this as long as Thancred, but even he could feel the pull of exhaustion in his chest, an uphill battle to keep himself positive and moving forward. And the politics don't help.
Leih'to makes a face before he sits down with Thancred, lifting his hand in a gesture of gratitude before he shifts, ears flicking. "Politics are. Exhausting." He murmurs, shaking his head, dismayed. He rests his chin in his hand, reaching out to take the offered mug. "You'd think they'd be bored of it." Leih'to was an adventurer, that's what he did, he'd fallen into this all by accident. The politics weren't really his forte - but lack of solid ability to speak made it difficult.
But Thancred is good at it. The others are good at it. And Leih'to lifts his shoulders in a shrug as he brings his drink up, wetting his throat. "We recently set up another outpost in the wood. Trying to establish safer paths."
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James Holden has never really considered himself to be a leader of men, but he's never really been a follower, either. Hell, that's why he's out here, isn't it? Discharged from the Earth Navy for refusing orders that went against his moral code, for assaulting his ranking officer. So many years tossed to the side in that moment, so many years of military prep to end up out there on an ice hauler.
It was honest work. Good work. Dull, dangerous work, and for the first years his bones and muscle ached from the light thrust gravity, but he settled into it. It's easy to keep your head down when the only orders are where to go, what piece to carve, where to take it.
But then their world turned upside down, and is still turning upside down, and their little bare-bones crew is only barely holding together.
The Roci doesn't feel like theirs, not really. It's too sleek, too new, feels like a warhorse in a plowman's hands. Alex loves it. Holden does too, but god, she stands out like a star going nova.
To Amos, though, his mouth presses together, and he doubts. He doesn't know Amos as well as Naomi does — ah, Naomi, who he butts heads with as often as not in current days — and he knows Amos trusts her far more than he. He doesn't mind it; Naomi gets Amos in ways that Holden can't wrap his head around (yet), but this is his crew and what else is there to do but worry? ( A lot; his implant itches, and he resists the urge to rub at it. It's bothersome, bit it keeps him alive. )
" If that's what you really want, I'll have to grow my hair out first, " he says with a sigh, getting his —— god knows which bulb of coffee today. Underfoot, the Roci's engines thrum, carrying them at a steady half-G; he reclines back against the little narrow counter, sleek and new. " Fine, " he says, less in defeat and more in acknowledgment, even though the notion of you can't fix everything tweaks a bothersome, sour note somewhere deep. " We just haven't had much of a chance to decompress. And won't, for awhile. Sort of my job to make sure everyone's holding it together. " Especially after Eros.
Amos doesn't hate Holden, he thinks he's a little too soft, a little too hesitant to do what they need to do right now. Their lives so messily uprooted, turning head over like a ship tumbling through the stars, engines cut but still carrying the force from it. Eros station was a whole thing, Amos compartmentalizes far better than anyone else on this boat, save for maybe Miller, but Miller is. A whole different sort of crazy than Amos is. He's at odds with Naomi and that's the part that rubs him the wrong way. Because Naomi and Amos are a package deal and if Naomi isn't happy? Well, he's more than happy to be a gun pointed at whoever is causing it.
The Roci is nice, but she's boring - an echo to Naomi's sentiment, not a goddamn thing to fix on her. She's a sleek machine, smooth, fancy lines of a Martian ship, cleaner than the bulkier frame of the Cant, and Amos can't quite settle. He looks at Holden, with his boyish, soft face and earnest brown eyes that hit something weird inside Amos, not quite the desire to fuck him, or fight him, but something else he can't put his finger on. Amos crosses his arms across his chest and leans back. They've been on a crash course of attempting to survive this whole time - between the Cant getting blasted to pieces while they watched, listened. And everything on Eros. He doesn't blame Holden for being worried.
They nearly died. Naomi, Alex, Holden, even Miller. Between being shot at in the Blue Falcon, whatever the fuck was on Julie Mao's body; released into Eros, slaughtering countless Belters for some bullshit. And Naomi was justifiably distraught by the whole thing. But Amos was compartmentalizing. Even when Miller and Holden showed up looking like shit. So he was fine, he didn't need kid gloves. People died all the time.
Amos' lips quirk up at the corners and he raises his hand, making a vague gesture at his own shorn hair. "Gonna take me longer than you to grow it XO." He murmurs. "Serious though. M'fine. Shit gets messy, even out here." Amos lifts his shoulders in a shrug, angling for casual as Holden reaches for more coffee, pulling his eyebrow up. "What about you? You're the one whose organs turned to liquid."
i coloured it :))

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im almost finished with the expanse books and these 2 are my very favorite. i like the show casting a lot despite having only seen 3 or so seasons:]