Sev - Blog Posts

And here’s the final character and the main one for @sethlenin’s fanfics, Seven or Sev for short. Sev is basically the Eleven of the group, being a test subject from Hawkins lab and having escaped there with a body count. Unlike El and many of the test subjects at the lab, Sev has water bending powers. Or hydrokinesis if you want to be technical. Sev is sixteen-year-old boy who is found by Gabe and AJ scavenging for food at the former’s house. Of the people in the group, Tara is the one he forms the strongest connection to. I ship it. #Tarven I’m actually really happy with how he came out. According to the character’s creator, he was supposed to be non-binary but that was changed due to how the term probably wasn’t that common in the 1970s. Their face claim/physical inspiration is that of the non-binary @lachrwatson Sev an absolute sweetheart in the story and I love his relationship with Tara and him trying appeal to Naty. #sevenchronicles #strangerthings #sev #seven #stranger #things #water #waterbender #bender #powers #power #love #friendship #nonbinary #hawkins #hawkinslab #testsubject #test #subject https://www.instagram.com/p/ChbhJeUOSJr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Sorry I forgot to post last Friday of the character design from a Stranger Things fanfic. Anywho, this is Tara Haynes, created by Headless Gummy Bear on Fanfiction.Net. She’s a sweetheart kind of country girl who catch the eye of Seven. This also the first character I posted that I only make the design rather than wrote for. #calvinhgatsby #strangerthings #stranger #things #Tara #haynes #countrygirl #tarahaynes #sweetheart #seven #chronicles #sev #loveinterest #love #interest https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce7kFsEjn7q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

if helly and devon dont get to meet then what the Hell is even the point

Star Wars Republic Commando Intro Remake by Oleksandr Maziura

I've just come across this recently. This looks SO cool & incredibly detailed. If ANY OG Lucasarts Star Wars game deserves a remake, it's this gem of a video game, Star Wars Republic Commando (2005). Thank you so much Oleksandr Maziura for this Republic Commando Intro Remake.

In addition: Taun We's hand gesture was a really nice touch (showing her care & empathy towards Baby Boss). Also, after encountering that A-DSD Advanced Dwarf Spider Droid in the Training Simulator, I remember when playing the game I'd IMMEDIATELY toss a good ol' Detonator towards 'em, target 'em & then order ALL Squad Members to concentrate fire on THAT Target.

Back in the day I used to ❤️ using the Engage Target Command and see my Squad just unload their array of Blaster, Sniper & Anti-Armor rounds (in addition to their Thermal & EC (Electro-Static Charge) Detonators) while my Target's health just slowly drained away. Nothing beats Concentrated Firepower!

Title: Still Just a Rat in a Cage

Sev (Delta Squad) x Reader

He was covered in blood the first time you saw him.

Not his. Probably not even human. You weren’t sure. You were just a bartender on Ord Mantell, working a hole-in-the-wall bar tucked under the crumbling skeleton of an old shipping yard, where the lights flickered and the rain never really stopped.

The kind of place where soldiers came to disappear and drifters stopped pretending to care.

But Sev?

He didn’t disappear.

He stood out.

He ordered without hesitation. “Whiskey. Real if you’ve got it. Synthetic if you want me to break something.”

You gave him the real stuff. Poured it slow, hand steady, even though he looked like he’d just torn his way through a war zone.

“Rough night?” you asked.

Sev stared at the glass. “What night isn’t?”

Then he downed it and left.

That was six months ago.

Since then, Delta Squad had started showing up after ops in the sector. You figured they had something black ops going on nearby—classified runs, deep infiltration, the kind that turned good soldiers into ghosts.

Scorch always laughed too loud. Fixer looked like he’d short-circuit if someone tried to talk to him. Boss barely said a word unless someone needed shutting down.

But Sev?

He watched you.

Always from the shadows. Always with those eyes—like he was cataloguing your movements, weighing them against something dark he couldn’t explain.

Tonight, it was just him.

Rain pounded on the rooftop. Rust leaked down the walls. A dying holosign outside buzzed like it was gasping for breath. Sev sat at the bar, hunched forward, a smear of something red on the side of his gauntlet.

Armor scratched. Helmet off. Blood on his knuckles.

“Was it bad?” you asked.

He didn’t look at you. “They always scream. Doesn’t matter who they are.”

You paused, a bottle in hand. “You okay?”

He let out a dry laugh. “You always ask that like it’s a real question.”

You leaned forward. “And you always answer like you’re not human.”

That got his attention. He looked at you now—eyes sharp, dark. “You think I’m human?”

“I think you bleed like one,” you said. “And drink like one. And come back here like you’re looking for something.”

He stared at you. Hard. Like he was daring you to flinch. You didn’t.

Finally, he said, “I don’t know why I come back here.”

You leaned your arms on the bar. “Maybe you’re tired of being a weapon.”

His jaw flexed. That was too close to the bone.

“I was made to kill,” he muttered.

“But that’s not all you are.”

He shook his head. “You don’t get it. None of you civvies do. You think we’re heroes. Soldiers. Whatever karking fairytale makes you sleep better at night. But out there? We’re rats in a cage. Dying for people who forget our names the second the war ends.”

You didn’t move.

Then softly, you said, “I don’t forget yours.”

Sev blinked. Slow. Like the words caught him off guard and hit something he didn’t realize was still bleeding.

You reached out, resting your hand lightly on his wrist. His arm was tense under the armor, coiled like a trap—but he didn’t pull away.

“You scare me,” you admitted.

He looked down at your hand. “Good. You should be scared of people like me.”

“But I’m not,” you whispered. “Not really.”

Silence.

Then Sev stood. Close. Too close. His breath was hot against your cheek. You could smell the blood, the dust, the war that never seemed to leave his skin.

“Why?” he asked, voice low and frayed. “Why the hell not?”

You met his eyes.

“Because even rats deserve to be free.”

He didn’t kiss you.

He just stared like he didn’t know what to do with the feeling rising in his chest. Like you’d opened a door he thought was welded shut.

Then he leaned in—just enough to rest his forehead against yours, rough and desperate—and for a second, he breathed.