Now I'm curious about something 🤔 Reblog this and put in the tags or comments what ideas or concepts did you scrap for your OC's lore/backstory.

I know an OC's background isn't always going to be consistent or concrete and that's fine! But do you ever have ideas that you either A) didn't have time to work on, B) found too complex to incorporate into their lore, or C) feel like it just didn't fit in based on the standards of whatever universe (canon or original) your OC is in? Or perhaps a secret fourth option, I dunno!

Who do you think has the most tragic backstory in Tokyo Revengers? please just tell me i'm ready to cry :(

Well I feel like everyone has different opinions on which the most tragic is and honestly I'm not even sure I have a top most tragic one but I'd say these are arguably the worst ones (in no particular order). These are also only backstories so up until we meet the character.

Kakucho- Lost both his parents to a car accident and ended up in the hospital with serious injuries. Then had to go to an orphanage where he was bullied badly and things got so bad he nearly gave up until he met Izana.

Izana- Was abandoned by the only parent he ever had and ended up in an orphanage. Got to have his dream brother only to then find out they aren't actually related and Shinichiro knew but kept it from him. This happened in a very cruel manner too where the mother he once adored told him in a very matter of fact way. Then his brother died.

Inui- Was in a fire that injured him and eventually killed his sister. Then one friend went off trying to obsessively make money and kept seeing seeing his dead sister in him. He then joined a gang which was a very bad gang and landed him in juvie. And the only stable person/ big brother figure he had was murdered.

Mikey- His dad died when he was young, then his mother died, then his big brother died because of his friends trying to do something nice for him.

Emma- Her older brother was sent away, then she was abandoned by her mother. She then watched her adoptive/ step mother die, and then her big brother died.

Kazutora- Was absused by his father for years with his mother (most likely accidentally) emotionally abusing him by making him pick sides and putting more pressure on him. His dad then went away (maybe abandoned him) and was left with his mother who was too busy to even remember his birthday. Had friends who just used him for money, then he actually got some real friends. He was then beat up and targeted by the black dragons then he accidentally murdered Mikey's big brother while trying to do something nice.

Yuzuha and Hakkai- Their mother dies, father is busy with work and so they're left with an older brother who abuses them. Yuzuha had to deal with protecting her brother and taking extra hits, while Hakkai had to deal with the guilt of the situation while being too scared to act.

Sanzu- Was targeted and had a lot of pressure but on him by his older brother, eventually that abuse made him run away from home. Also was badly injured by the person he looks up to most.

Koko- Finally confessed to his crush only for her to then get hurt in a fire. The guilt is worse here because he tried to save her but couldn't and after he promised to take care of her. Tries so hard to find the money for her treatment that he doesn't sleep and starts doing illegal things. She dies anyway.

South- Grew up in a very poor area with only his bedridden mother. Got involved with gangs at the age of 5 because he needed to survive and killed a guy. At 12 he killed the mentor/father figure he had and became head of a gang, this then lead to the death of his mother and him bring shot three times.

There are a lot more sad backstories then these but these are basically the worst ones/ the ones that are brought up the most when talking about the worst.

Welp...FF7 Rebirth came out and ummm....I have this ship with an OC called Raven and I put her with Sephiroth...Ravenroth??? Idk

I'm debating on what prompt to do them with but we'll see with the actual story. This may also tie into a painting I did~

(they also have a kid named Mercury, he's a sweetie and I made Sephiroth a sister named Seri...yay) (Mercury is not in this story but Seri is!)

Without further adoooo let's get started.

May I Have This Dance?

Rating/Warning: minimal stuff but also AWWWWW

★★★★★

Ever since I can remember, I've always been by his side. Sephiroth. The Golden Child of SOLDIER. Ever since we were young we'd be teamed up together. He was there when my father died in that freak accident. There i remained in SOLDIER. Even as a First Class rank I didn't care much for the formalities or the perks of being this popular. I always thought myself a medic and only that.

Genesis or Angeal will always tease us as teenagers. Teasing about dating, who would win in a fight, best aim, you name it. As the years passed by, I found myself trying to answer why. It had been years since Genesis and Angeal disappeared and I still hear their voices egging me on. I had things, priorities, to attend to, especially one that was his very sister, Seri.

"Raven!!! What do you mean you're not coming to the company ball?! Everyone will be there!" Seri whined as I checked her vitals on the screen and took some tests.

"I told you Seri, I have my duties to the hospital and you. Sephiroth will have a conniption, you know he doesn't dance anyways" I replied.

"well I'm going with Zack! He invited me in Aerith's place because of her circumstances! She insisted!" She fussed as she crossed her arms.

"Oh are you? Then I guess I have no choice~" I rolled my eyes playfully as I gave her medicine and a change of clothes from her closet and helped her put them on.

"Yay! Dress shopping!!!" Seri squealed. I helped her onto her wheelchair and we walked to the elevator to get to the bottom floor.

We walked along the streets of Midgar to a dress shop nearby. I was never really into girly stuff even as a kid. The only girly thing I wear is earrings bc my face still says masculine. I guess looking more like my father was half of a good thing. I'm glad I developed nicely up top and got ass for days. My dad would try and get me to wear hair berets or make up to make me look more feminine but I was a part of SOLDIER. I couldn't/it would run or snag in the field.

Seri and I walked through all the clothing racks. Seri picked out a few dresses her size. She kept on pointing to other dresses that might look good on me but none were speaking to me. Seri started scanning the whole store. I know those eyes too well, just like her brother's, always on target and ready to pounce. Then she grabbed a dark colored dress and snuck it under her picks, thinking she was sneaky. I only caught a glimpse of the color but not the style. I was worried but not in a scared way.

As we made our way to the changing rooms, she picked out a cute pink dress because she told me Aerith liked pink and wanted to respect her favorite color. Seri really has grown fond of both Zack and Aerith these past few years. I've never seen her this excited unless it was Sephiroth coming home to take her to a fancy dinner and toy shopping. She's 7 years younger than him yet they're both a spitting image of each other. They definitely are siblings.

I remember the day my father showed us her, so small and frail. It was devastating to see her health decline when she reached 10 years. My dad did so much for her, even as he got up in age, he was like a father to her. His death put a toll on all of us, I stayed with Shinra because I had nowhere else to go. That's when I became on call for SOLDIER and mostly full time at the Hospital. I made a promise to my dad and myself.

Seri showed off her dresses and then from underneath she revealed the dress she swiped for me. It was a long sleek slender gown with a slit up the leg that stops at the thigh and has one strap. It was a dark blue with shimmers.

"oh no...that's no me..." I deflected.

"Come on Raven just try it on! You never wear dresses so how can you know?!" Seri pouts and shoved the dress and shoved me into the changing room, "imma go find ya shoes! Be right back!" With those parting words she wheeled herself away and I was alone. In the changing room. With a floor to ceiling mirror...

I placed the dress over me to get a feel then I started to undress from my uniform into this dress. Once it was on I saw myself. My figure helped but I had muscle. Was that sexy? Appealing? I even posed with my leg out the slit.

"Raven! I'm back with shoes!" Seri snapped me out my thoughts and shoved the shoe box under the door. I looked inside. They were black high heels...

"You sure about this Seri?" I called out.

"trust me!!!" Seri giggled.

I gulped and tried on the shoes. I looked at myself again and was amazed. Everything...matched me... Was Seri some kind of fashion genius? Maybe those fashion magazines around the hospital didn't help.

"come on out I wanna seeeeee!!!" Seri whined and scooted her wheelchair back.

I opened the door and revealed myself. The look on Seri's face said it all. She looked like she saw an angel.

"you look...amazing!!!!" She took a picture with her phone. "Sephi will FLIP when he sees you in this dress!!!"

"you think so?" I blushed.

"I know so! And with your silver earrings to match him it'll be perfect!!! Zack is already matching me with a pink tie already. He is not scared of pink!" Seri laughed.

I smiled, "then I'll get this dress. And maybe a necklace for both of us"

I quickly got unchanged and went to go pick out some necklaces. I got matching silver bang necklaces for us. I paid for the shopping spree and we headed on home to the apartment. Only god knows what will happen tonight...

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The ballroom of the venue was packed with higher ups and other important people. I adjusted my dress. My hair and make up fixed up to match my dress. I touched my necklace and took a deep breath and walked into the venue. Seri already left earlier with Sephiroth for the venue. She was adamant Sephiroth doesn't see me get dressed in my pretty gown. My heels clicked along the floor as my presence started to turn heads and unwanted whispers. Why am I so nervous?

Then I saw Seri and Zack talking it up in the SOLDIER section of the venue with our names on the tables on the outside of the dancefloor.

"well look who decided to show up!!" Zack chuckled, "you look pretty good in a dress and is that a clutch?!"

"yes Zack...and you look stunning in that suit. Really brings out your eyes" I teased. Zack's cheeks turned pink. "And your cheeks~"

Seri chuckled, "he at least has some good dance moves."

"Seri where is your brother?" I asked.

"over there next to the corporates and higher ups. He's been sipping champagne for an hour with them..." She pointed.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to them. The drunken fools started whistling at my appearance. I deflected their looks and focused on Sephiroth.

"Look who finally decided to wear make up after so long" Sephiroth commented as he left the drunken old men to come to me.

"you don't look half bad yourself" I adjusted his blue tie. I knew Seri would make him match me.

"Shall we go out to the balcony? Away from these fools and noise?" He suggested. I gladly accepted and we walked outside.

"I'm so used to the sound of the battlefield and hospital. Yet I always get nervous around other people." I chuckled. "At least Seri and Zack are having a great time."

Sephiroth chuckled and held Raven close, "who says we can't have our own fun out here? May I have this dance?"

I blushed and smiled, "you may" he soon pulled me in and we began slow dancing on the balcony to the muffled music of the ballroom. The moon shines full and bright above us.

We swayed back and forth and he spun me a few times. I knew he wasn't much for dancing but he learned to cheer me up when we were teenagers. He knew my father loved to dance with me. Even Genesis and Angeal got on the bandwagon. They were all my best friends. Well now I only have Sephiroth. Ever since we were young we were glued to the hip, even in battle we had each other's backs.

My heart started pounding faster at the thought of feelings for Sephiroth. Are we allowed? I'm not in SOLDIER anymore by default but I work with Seri now so it might be?

"you're making that face again~" Sephiroth spoke softly and snapped me out of my thoughts.

"what face?"

"the cute face you make when you're deep in thought or worried." Sephiroth smirked. Cute? Cute?!

"oh...sorry..." I chuckled embarrassingly.

"don't be sorry, I like it, besides you're beautiful tonight. Seri picked out a nice dress" he placed a hand on my hip, trailing his fingers against my exposed back, "and don't worry about the muscles, I like that about you, you're not dainty or fragile like Seri. Strong and stubborn."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, "you think so?"

"I know so" Sephiroth placed his other hand on my hip, leaning in closer to where we're almost nose to nose.

"I'm glad you said that, because I like a man who can keep me on my toes and always had my back for the past 25+ years" I stared into his eyes as the moonlight hit them.

"then I'll hold you to it for the rest of our lives. You've done too much to just be rewarded once" he leaned in closer.

"it's a promise" I closed the gap and kissed him. We held each other. He lifted me a bit to get one last jab at the toes statement. His chapped lips were soft and his hair was like silk. He even put it up for once in a low pony with a small braid.

We separated with a few good breaths between us. Was dad always right that I might end up with Sephiroth? I don't care, if it is true, I know where my heart lies tonight. It's definitely with him. Soon we were surprised to see Seri and Zack. Seri looked like she was about to lose it at the fact we finally kissed. Zack was dumbfounded that Sephiroth knew how to be romantic.

"I did it! I knew you guys would come out here! And you kissed!!!!" Seri squeaked out giggles and stumbled to her brother and I.

Sephiroth held her steady, "I guess your constant nagging about me staring and smiling paid off, little sister."

Seri smiled, "it's only a matter of time till I hear wedding bells! I wanna be the maid of honor! Can we invite Aerith?! Cloud?!"

"Slow down Hyperactive Kitten, it'll be way down the line for that possibility. What if we just eloped?" I chuckled.

"don't care! I still get wedding bells!" Seri smiled as Sephiroth twirled her around in his arm. She brought him so much joy. I don't remember a day where he tried to visit her and play with her, even being a muse for her paintings. She loved him just as much.

"maybe once I retire, we'll see about that" Sephiroth smiled.

Zack gasped, "you're leaving me all alone no fair! It'll just be me and Cloud!" He pouted playfully.

I laughed at his expression and we had a fun night for the rest of the evening. My feet were sore and tired from dancing. At the apartment I helped Seri get ready for bed and hung her cute dress up for her to look at in her room. I made my way to the other bedroom and got undressed into pajama shorts and a tank top. I wiped off all my make up.

Sephiroth was just in sweatpants as he looked at me with soft eyes. I walked to him and gave him another kiss. Memories of sharing a tent or a bed together on trips, even into older age, came into my mind. Entangling our bodies together to stay warm. Him placing his head on mine. Even in uniform it was comfy. Like we were two sides of one coin. We laid down in the large bed, embracing each other, with me laying my head on his chest. Listening to his strong heart. His strong arm wrapped around my figure. My olivey complexion is a clear difference from his pale skin.

"Goodnight Sephiroth" I yawned softly.

"Goodnight Raven...I love you" He smiled.

"I love you too"

So I know your doing anime headcanons right now but I've been dying to know the relationships that your OC's have with their parents! Like I want to know about Evan's mom or Walter's parents. Btw I've been a huge fan of your blog for a long time and I really love your work!

Walter's mother and father both passed in a car accident. It was while Walter was near the end of his formal medical education. Around this time, Amira was still in high school and was not handling the loss of their parents well. Walter had to learn to juggle medical school, his own mental health, his sister's mental and physical health, Amira's education, finishing his fellowship with the hospital he was studying at, and making enough to survive.

- This is the time Walter started taking a few under the table jobs to make ends meet and met Evan. He is somewhat of an on-call doctor for Evan's miscellaneous adventures.

- Evan was raised as a mafioso's son from a very young age. His grandmother on his father's side is his only living relative besides a spare few cousins. Evan got along well with his father, and it was clear Evan had absolute respect for his father in almost all regards. His mother was not a prominent part of his life and tried to walk out on the family when Evan was six, he never saw her afterwards but knew better than to question his father about a traitor.

- When Evan's father was killed during Evan's first wedding, Evan lost almost all of his young and reckless outlook on life. He became much more intimidating and serious after the death of his father and his impromptu accelerated promotion to head of the family. Only Evan's Grandmother is allowed to get on him for any behavior without Evan becoming angered. He's used to her harping and nagging.

- Carlos is still close with his family, though they are rather spread out world wide. Carlos' father was a renowned medical practitioner who specializes in pulmonary procedures. Carlos' mother travels with his father to various communities to aid in treatment of mycoorganisms and Tuberculosis. His uncles and aunts range from professors to large land owners with various ranches.

- Carlos loves when his mother and father come to visit because he loves cooking dinner with his mother. Carlos has two sisters, one of whom is already doing well with her thriving family and the other is working on the conservation of Asian Elephants.

- Jackson... Misses his family with almost every part of his soul. Family and heritage is important to a Native American and the true unity that came with being in an established tribe gave him a sense of belonging. He no longer has access to that sense of belonging or support due to his unofficial excommunication from his home.

- Jackson got along best with his mother who was always there for him in the hardest of times. Despite the potential repercussions, she still occasionally reaches out to check in on Jackson, though she can't talk with him for long.

- Hahne only has his sister, Hada. He learned long ago that he would have to find his family instead of living with the ones he was related to by blood. Hahne's parents were rather absent if they weren't busy trying to overwork Hahne and ride on his success in swimming. Hahne raised Hada from a young age as his parents were always busy with work.

- After Hahne's parents disowned him, he moved with Hada to escape the persecution the family brought on him. He found a family in Evan and the mafia, but still cares deeply for his little sister.

- Orion still speaks with his parents frequently. They returned to a villa in Tuscany where they live comfortably and happily. His father still thinks Orion is one hell of an author and can do no wrong. Orion's mother always sees him as a scrawny lad who needs more supper and a nice lover.

- They have brunch every other month when Orion flies out to visit them.

- Amira is close with her older brother and sees him as her primary support after their parents died. They were not very close when their parents were alive but the simultaneous passing of their family brought the siblings together to support one another in grief.

- Amira still misses her family every day.

- Maya's father was a professional surfer before he got into an accident during a competition and lost his legs. Kaya's mother takes care of her father most of the time and the two are hobby farmers. Kaya does what she can to help them enjoy their more self sustaining lifestyle.

- Julie never met her father but always was told that he was a good man who had some hard choices in life to make. Very close with her mother and has little art get-togethers with her mother almost every week. Julie inherited the shop from her mother and grew up painting along side her.

- Hada has not spoken with her parents ever since her brother was kicked out for being trans. She decided to cut all ties with everyone other than Hahne because he had always been the one who was there for her when she needed him to be.

MAG 10185 - Comatose

JSE EGOS X THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Fanfic/Statement.

Written by Kalcifer

(Loosely inspired by this fanfic by vanyzvat!!!!)

⚠️CW: descriptions of gore, hospitals, psychological horror, mental deterioration, acts of violence and loss of sanity.⚠️

Please move forward safely!!

Statement of Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien, regarding a patient that never existed. Statement documented November 16th, 2018, read by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement Begins;

You see a lot of things as a doctor. A lot of very awful things. Things that you wished to never return too. I used to be able to not let things get to me, and I used to do it well.

One time a woman died in my care, aged 21. That was the first time something like that got to me. She was so young so- ready to begin her life. She was healthy too- a complete accident that took her away too short. And I couldn't help her- it drove me mad.

I don't even know how long it took me before I was able to sleep at night, but eventually I did, knowing that focusing on using her memory to motivate me to do better would allow me to save more people than wallowing in my own self pity ever could.

What I'm trying to make you understand is that I am used to seeing people during their worst moments and I am used to being able to come back from it. It's part of my job to be able too you understand.

This is why- this case- it, it worries me.

I want to believe I just lost my mind. I wished, I so utterly wished it was as simple as that. But I wouldn't be here if that was the case would I?

This all started two years ago. October 31st. I was appointed to overlook the care of a patient that had been put in a medically induced coma- after he had apparently, mutilated himself with a 7 inch kitchen knife. I won't go into detail but the wound was bad. And in my own professional opinion, the fact he survived at all was nothing short of a miracle.

I- I try to picture the man I was looking after for months. A year? I- don't know how long it was. But the image of him, it shifts in my mind- it warps like sand and everytime I think I can clearly picture him- he's faded into something completely different.

The one thing I do know for certain is that vibrant green hair he had, it was the first thing I noticed about him before I had to see that, horrid wound on his throat. I expected it to fade during his time with me. But it never did. The day he left it was just as vibrant as it was the day he arrived.

Each time I entered his room- (room 10-185) my head would start spinning. I got what I needed done, I- I attempted to treat him with the same humanity I did with all my patients, especially those who are in such conditions as he is. But every time I entered that room I felt the pressure of an intense migraine push at the front of my skull and I found myself hurrying out of his presence more times than I can count.

It was, routine as always, leaving his room only a few minutes after I entered, rushing towards the nearest bathroom when I noticed it- blood- my own blood, trickling gently down from the corneas of my eyes, staining my otherwise cleaned hospital mask. I hoped it was just my, apparently terrible vision but the blood it- it just looked too red- too vibrant- it reminded me of the man's hair that refuses to fade.

I started seeing things about three months before he left. Shadows that quickly escaped my vision as soon as I tried to look at them. The machines he was hooked up too- switching from a heartbeat monitor to awful, graphic images of visara. The lenses in cameras shifted to look like piercing eyes, flickering to stare at me and to never break their contact.

The wound should've healed by then. It should've. The man should've been dead at that point if he kept bleeding the way he did. But he didn't. He wouldn't die he just lay there. A sickening imitation of death, a mockery- towards me.

That's what it had to be. It was some cruel joke. Towards me, to give me this patient- this thing, to cause me my breakage. Why something would do this is beyond me, and why me? Its something I wished I could give an answer for.

But nothing ever changed. I just got worse. I stopped cutting my hair I think, I only barely followed the hospital guides for cleanliness as much as I could- as much as my tormentor would let me before the water in my shower turned to acid in my mind. Causing me to jump out screaming- it never was of course. It always had been water. The marks that plague my skin say otherwise but it's impossible for it to be anything other than water.

You would think the day the man left the hospital would be a joyous day for me. That I would be happy to see him finally be removed from my life. But no. Of course not. Why would I get any respite from this torment?

I came into the room, disheveled as always. And he wasn't there- I almost didn't notice it- I had gotten so far down my own delusion that I barely noticed that his presence wasn't in the room.

I almost cried with relief, until I saw the flickering of the lights. It- it was just an electrical issue- something that could be fixed- I tried to reason with myself- but the pit in my stomach knew- I just knew it was him.

The hospital stopped making noise that day. Everything stopped, it was like the world had paused. No one was there, I checked. And I checked again. And it was only the third time, after I had checked every room, every inch of the hospital, that I finally returned to room 10-185. And where my patient was waiting for me.

He was facing the wall opposite the door from which I entered. His hair was still that green colour- it- it hurt to look at. I tried not to look, but I couldn't, I felt the blood pour down my face as my eyes grew overwhelmed at the sight of the man and, all the features I can't even place in my mind.

And then- he spoke- his voice was something that could only work after doing what he did to his own throat, the very thing, the action that tied me to him. He said "I think I'm ready to be checked out. Thank you, doctor"

He turned to stare at me. At least his head did. The rest of him stayed statue still. I could hear his bones pop and his flesh tear, as he forced himself to look at me. And gave me a large smile, the blood from his throat, gushing out from between his rotted teeth like a broken faucet.

I'm sure I blacked out, I had to. Because the next moment I remember, I'm in the office of my superior. Being given the information that I had been fired. I'm sure that's what he said. The ringing static in my ears was so loud at that point, I could only piece together what he was telling me.

I didn't care at that point. I just wanted the figure that loomed over his shoulder to stop staring at me with its bloodshot eyes and broken smile.

I have no where else to go now. No one in my life that's cared to stick around will believe me. I have nothing but my story and my diminishing mind. Hopefully, I can finally get some rest at night. It is so hard too when you're being watched.

Statement ends.

After some research into this statement we have confirmed that Dr. Schneeplestien, a German man who had been living in England for upwards of 15 years, did infact work as a surgeon in the Manchester Royal Infirmary.

He was subsequently let go from his job, after neglecting his work for upwards of 15 months. It had only came into light that he was doing so, 3 months before his, very abrupt departure. He had apparently, lashed out at his superiors when he was confronted about this, leading to his almost immediate suspension- as well as arrest for assault towards a police officer, as he was forcibly removed from hospital property.

Henrik had apparently, grabbed a surgical scalpel from his lab coat- and had stabbed one of the officers in the collar. The man survived- but it is interesting to me that Henrik had very clearly, aimed for the same area as the wound of the patient he was looking after, apparently was.

Speaking of the patient- he very much does not exist. The is no record of anyone remotely similar to Schneeplestien's- albeit very vague description of the man, ever being admitted to the Manchester Royal, or existing in the first place.

I was initially tempted to appoint this in the discreated section. As to me it very much reads as the ramblings of a, clearly mentally unwell individual. However one thing that was found when doing this research, is what happened leading up to this statement being made in the first place.

Henrik Von Schneeplestien, was apparently, taken into the custody of the research facility known as I.R.I.S. a facility which, has very similar areas of study to The Magnus Institute. And apparently, take their findings with a lot more agency than the likes of The Magnus Institute. They seemingly, had allowed Henrik to make this statement to gather evidence towards- something.

I did try to reach out to them, as a follow up on this. To figure out what they could possibly need this research for. But apparently, everything about the case of Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien, is completely classified information. And legally, this is the only information available to the public about the doctor in any form.

After making this statement, it seems that I.R.I.S had effectively wiped any pre-existing public information of the doctor himself- other than this statement of course. For what reason, I don't know.

That just begs the question- what does I.R.I.S have to hide? I have this nagging feeling that this will not be the last we hear of I.R.I.S- or the likes of the former doctor either..

...End recording.

Girllll this feels like a dream 😭😭😭 I'd love to watch jimmysea in the medical plot 🤌🏻 if you're looking for feedback tho, I think it would be nice if you could also add the romance storyline? If not for every couple, only for jimmysea. Only if it's not too much stress babe, I hope your main focus is having fun in this project 💜

ALL FEEDBACKS ARE MORE THAN WELCOME ESPECIALLY SINCE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM DOING ;;;;;;;;;

i actually have so much material about this particular plot that i had no idea how to go about putting it down in a coherent way, so in the end i tried to write the kind of summary you would find on MDL, but i realize that without the romance part it's probably not very appealing ;;;;;;;;

im still not sure of how to make sense of everything i have in my head so im just gonna share my very messy notes about jimmysea's characters and their relationship (only them for now because if i did it for everyone we would be here for a really long time ;;;;;;;). here we go!!!!

sea: a bright young man who always has a smile on his face and seems to have no worries in the world. his happy-go-lucky personality and the fact that everything comes easy to him can make him come off as a bit arrogant, but he's actually surprisingly observant and caring. when he was 17 years old, his father died in the ER after a car accident, and because the other party involved was a boy from a wealthy family, sea has been convinced ever since that his father's death was due to the doctors choosing to prioritize the boy even if his condition was less severe. this loss inspired sea to study medicine to make sure that what happened to his father didn't happen to anyone else, but it also made him resentful, which is why he struggles to respect the hospital rules. this often puts him in conflict with earth, who thinks sea's natural talent isn't enough to justify his lack of discipline.

jimmy: the only medical student to have completed his specialization under the mentorship of jane's father and to have actually earned his respect, jimmy is now one of the most renowned surgeon in the country despite his young age. his charming and gentle personality makes him be liked and respected by everyone, but his workaholism has earned him the nickname of 'the ghost of [insert name] hospital', as he seems to hardly ever leave the place. after being left at the altar by the woman he loved, jimmy has given up on relationships entirely, throwing himself into work and constantly trying to dodge his sister's attempts to set him up with someone. his walls however start to slowly crumble under the power of sea's smile and small caring gestures.

basically on one of jimmy's usual late night at the hospital, he wonders into pediatric to discuss a case with mix and finds sea reading a bed time story to a small group of children. just like jimmy, sea too seems to be reticent to go home, so night after night they end up keeping each other company and spending more and more time together. at first it's just the two of them working in the same room, jimmy doing paperwork and sea studying for his upcoming medical exams, but eventually sea manages to coax him out of the hospital, first by taking him out to eat and then by taking him to sea's favorite places around town. sea is also full of small caring gestures that make jimmy's heart tremble: he leaves jimmy's favorite coffee on his desk for him to find after a particular rough night, he forces jimmy to take a break and get some rest, he cuts fruits for jimmy and is mindful of everything that has to do with jimmy's hands. as they get closer tho, jimmy also realizes that there's a lot more behind sea's smile than it first appears: sea's mother never quite recovered from the loss of her husband, and after three years from his death she started developing sever dementia, to the point she can no longer recognize sea and sometimes even mistakes him for her husband when sea smiles

in my head their relationship is a very slow burn as they help each other heal but also as they try to reconcile their feelings with the fact that they're still a mentor and an intern. earth is also jimmy's best friend and at first he very much does not approve of how close jimmy and sea became, but eventually he comes around

THIS IS MORE OR LESS IT IM SHUTTING UP NOW BYE

Stow-Away (Jaws 1975) (X Child! Reader)

Description:

Stuck on a populated island with an abusive father with only one way out but hard to reach.

A boat.

Born on Amity island and losing your mother at the age of two, it left you with your father who was caring at first but then became abusive. You had too escape. You thought about sneaking onboard to a boat but now that a massive man eating shark was threatening the waters, the town stopped the flow of boats leaving the harbors out of fear.

You were stuck.

Until…

You see a boat preparing to leave the island. That was your only option, jump aboard and hide until gets to another port.

But… Oh boy… What these men were doing was not what you expected.

They were out on the water… To catch the man eater themselves…

I do not own the cover image. All rights of that image, characters and story belong to Universal Studios™. I will be adding my own twists but the main things belong to Universal Studios™

Chapter 1

Next

An evening's heat was poured onto the small island of Amity. This town had little to no troubles at all. Most was just noise complaints, the local kids getting into mischief and a very few number of accidents. There was nothing to turn the heads and cause shock from the locals. All of the people on Amity island knew each other well due to it being a small town. It was peaceful and secluded.

But being secluded wasn't always the best. Especially in your case.

You didn't really have friends and wouldn't talk to other adults that much. You were always on the move that it was starting to become a bit concerning. You were mostly seen at the store and on the beach but that was basically it. You live with your father in a small house on the island and were always afraid of what tomorrow would bring. It was because of your father. 

"GET IT DONE, NOW! I'LL BE BACK IN THIRTY MINUTES AND IT BETTER BE DONE! GOT IT"!

"yes"

"GOOD"!

Your dad left the house and slammed the door shut. You were alone with the task of cleaning the house once again. You sighed and knew you had to get started. As you grabbed the broom, you looked up and saw a family picture of you and your parents. Your father looked so happy and so did your mother. You have a very very vague memory of her since she died when you were two. You are now seven years old and your father now despises you. He blamed you for your mother's death, deciding that you were nothing but a waste.

You stopped looking at the picture and got to work. It was too much for a young kid. Some of the work required you to be on a ladder, which is dangerous. You had fallen many times but your father didn't care. He only seemed to be concerned if you broke a bone, to which he would then sigh dramatically and take you to the hospital saying you accidentally fell but not from a ladder. Sighing once again after only a couple of things have been accomplished, you looked out the window and saw the beach in the distance. It was lifeless which was still strange considering what was happening on the island.

Amity island is known for its beaches but because of a man-eating shark, there was no way people were going in the water. Especially boats. All fishing and sailing boats were told to not go out into the ocean and could only sail in the channels until the situation was dealt with. It was a problem for you considering that a boat was your only way out. But anyways, you kept working until you heard the door slammed open. "YOU BETTER BE DONE"!

You didn't respond and only jumped down from the step ladder that was helping you be able to do the dishes. You ran and hid underneath the table and heard his heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen. You tried to keep your tears at bay and saw that he left the door opened. He walked into the kitchen and saw that the dishes were halfway finished and looked enraged. He marched upstairs demanding that you come out of your room at once.

Not wanting to deal with him anymore, you sprinted out the door and down to a harbor. Your little lungs were gasping for more air but you knew that your father would know by now that you got out. As you kept running, you had to stop to catch your breath and noticed that you were near cranberry hill road and also saw a boat with people putting supplies on it at the last boat house. They must be leaving! This is your only chance! You went over and hid yourself behind a wall to watch and wait for an opening. You could see the name of the boat.

"Orca"

It was a small and decent sized boat, but it looked like it could conceal you. As someone moved over, you could see the floor on the boat and saw two small hatch doors. It was big enough for you to hide down there. It would be hard to reach it but you had to take it. Once people had their backs turned, you sprinted for it and made it on the boat and quickly got through the door but that doesn't mean you were quiet. As you shut the door, you heard a man say, "What was that"?

"Somethin' must've fell".

You couldn't see anything except the bright lines of light that shined through the cracks of the door. You then heard a startling sound; the engine of the boat was right next to you, and you gasped loudly when the sound occurred. Luckily, it was loud, so it muffled your gasp. The loud sounds from the engine were silenced a bit and the boat started to move.

Not knowing what was going to happen, you kept your mouth and nose covered from the engine fuel and hoped that this would be over fast.

So... I thought about my AU Seed of Chucky and that's what happened.

❗I don't assign someone else's AU to myself.❗

(Partially involved Au @fanficwriter284 and @asktherays).

Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray was born in the family of Rudolf and Sorcha Ray (you can learn more about these characters from @asktherays). when Chucky was a year old, his parents were killed by a killer that you could see in the series. He was sent to an orphanage. After 2 months, the boy found new parents - Peter and Elizabeth Ray. Charles turns 3 and his parents are killed by the same killer. The killer is shot by the cops, and the boy is taken to another shelter. After 2 years, he is again adopted by his new parents - Lucas and Mila Ray. Lucas and Mila also had their own son, Carolus, who was 5 years old in the same way. The boys quickly became friends, but their parents treated them very badly (you can learn more from @fanficwriter284). Charles is 8 years old, Lucas crashes the car, after which he himself dies, and the brothers go to different hospitals and undergo treatment there. After recovery, the boys are sent to an orphanage. Charles got the lie that his twin brother died in an accident, and the boy became even more withdrawn. A year later, he is adopted by a beautiful woman - Mary. She greatly influenced him and he loved her very much. Then he turns 15 and is kidnapped. When the boy was brought to the palace, he strongly resisted and asked to return him to his mother. Suddenly, King Albert and his wife, Viya, appeared from the door. The king and queen could not have children and they needed an heir. Chucky asked what was wrong with his mom, to which the thief replied that she had been killed. Charles could not come to terms with this for another year, but then he began to slowly recover. He, like all normal children, went to school and even before the royal family met Tiffany. I will tell you more about their relationship in another post. At the age of 19, Chucky learns that his mother Mary is in the hospital and he quickly rushed to the right address. He was crying with happiness that he saw her again and asked what happened to her. It turned out that she was living for the last day and could die any minute. Chucky tried to do something for her, was with her these minutes... But after 23 minutes, the device began to beep... Mary is dead. That evening, Charles suffered a heart attack and stroke at the same time and was taken to the hospital. A few weeks after the examination and treatment, he was discharged. The young man fell into depression and was extremely angry. Why her and not him. At the age of 20, Chucky experiences his first love. This love turns out to be Kyle, Andy's foster sister. He courted her, but she only pretended to love him, and she used him. After some time, she confesses this to him and they break up. Then he had another love with Sarah, then they broke up. At the age of 30, Chucky is killed by a cop and he transforms into a doll.Next, he tries to find his royal family and he succeeds.

❗CRINGE❗

Then Chucky falls in love with Jigsaw and they have two twin boys, but they die during childbirth (forgive me, but I do not know how!😐). After losing his two children, he tries to get rid of grief with the help of alcohol. And now Chucky turns 35 and he falls in love with Tiff. He doesn't know how it turns out, but you can't order your heart. He has been caring for her for 10 years and remembered his betrayal of her to Kyle. After these years, Tiff still forgives Chucky and he proposes to her. Hooray, the wedding! Phew, I think that's enough for today. If you want to know something else, then feel free to ask questions! @asktherays and @fanficwriter284, if you don't like it, then I can remove your AU from mine.

Enmu Backstory/ HC: Long Edition

Born with a genetic disorder that does not allow him to feel pain, so he was often watched closely by his parents/caretakers and treated with extreme caution by others around him after he nearly severed his hand in an 'accident' involving his mother's fabric scissors. He lied to his parents about the true reasoning behind it; engaging in such an action to not only see if he could feel pain, but study his parent's emotional expression/reaction to seeing someone they love be hurt so badly.

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Because he could not feel pain, it became a subject that fascinated him. So much so that it became something he desired to understand and even fetishize in his later years considering how deeply it affected others around him, and yet it was something he could never grasp. It was a force that seemed to cause people to act out of their minds and to do terrible things to make it go away...

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He had parents who loved him and cared deeply for him. Enmu was actually quite a spoiled child due to how his parents doted on him after struggling to have a child for many years prior. He was described as an 'inquisitive wallflower' and appeared shy around strangers. Even at a young age, he was considered gifted, extremely intelligent, and perceptive.

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His father worked as a psychiatrist and his mother was a tailor with a strong interest in European-centric fashion. She owned her own shop where most of her business was making costumes for theater productions and private orders from clients. Enmu often modeled outfits for her and developed a small interest in fashion and aesthetics due to his mother's passion for design and preference for high-quality patterns on her fabrics.

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As a teenager, he became interested in theater, music, and poetry due to his fascination with how others portray fiction or express emotions and scenes through written words. He felt it was how 'normal' humans were about to understand and manifest dreams or connect to things they were unable to understand normally.

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Enmu was turned by Muzan in his late 20's. Even after becoming a demon, he visited his parents and cared for them in their old age as he found himself growing rather possessive over them. His father suffered from dementia in his final years, and Enmu used this to his advantage to advance himself in the medical community despite not having proper qualifications. His mother was constantly in pain due to the rapid deterioration of her body due to a wasting disease. One day, as she finished a cup of tea with her son, she asked for it to all end. Unable to stand the pain any longer... after putting her to sleep with his powers, and placing a kiss on her head, he granted her wish. After they died, he consumed their bodies and kept the house. To this day he uses it as his personal domain for all manner of things.

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Enmu was largely self-taught in the realms of psychology and clinical practice from his father's books and asked fervent questions about his work, his clients, diseases, and anything really that had to do with the human psyche. He spent long nights with his father talking about his work over tea. His father took pride in how eager his son seemed to be to learn about his work and thought his son would become someone capable of bringing aid to so many suffering people. He spoke highly about Enmu to his coworkers and the general medical community; because of this, very few questioned the legitimacy of his credentials when Enmu suddenly started to be present and work with patients both in a public and private setting.

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Despite being a demon, Enmu is very involved with human society. He works in private practice and offers his work as a freelance cognitive therapist to hospitals, clinics, and generally vulnerable-looking people Its the best way to sustain and entertain himself.

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Enmu is an avid reader. He collects books on various subjects regarding human nature, physiology, psychology, various sciences, and engineering. He has an interest in herbalism, aroma therapy, apothecary, and botany. In his spare time, he creates incense, essential oils, and blends of tea that produce all sorts of effects.

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He has a collection of carnivorous plants in his home that he cares for and feeds the stray cats. He enjoys soft things and is 100% a tea snob. It's one of the only things he willingly consumes even as a demon. He also has a favorite tea shop he likes to frequent for both their blends and for people-watching.

Post 0441

Noah Hadley, Nevada 1226717, born 2000, incarceration intake in 2019 at age 19, sentenced to 19 to 48 months, released on 01/26/2021 to parole/probation supervision

Involuntary Manslaughter

A young man who fatally shot his 19-year-old girlfriend outside a house party in Henderson was sentenced Wednesday to up to four years in a Nevada prison after an emotional court hearing.

Noah Ray Hadley, pleaded guilty, as part of a plea deal, to one count of involuntary manslaughter in the death of 19-year-old Amelia “Mia” Claypool. He had originally faced one count of murder.

After hearing from five of Claypool’s family members, District Judge Michelle Leavitt handed down the maximum prison sentence of 19 to 48 months.

“Noah Hadley plunged our family into hell,” Claypool’s father, Donald Blain, said. “Generations lost. Generations yet to join our family who will never know her — only stories of her horrific end at the hands of Noah Hadley.”

Claypool was shot in the parking lot of a gated neighborhood near Horizon Ridge Parkway and Paradise Hills Drive.

Hadley, 18 at the time, made the 911 call, at first reporting that his girlfriend had been shot by “some random guy,” according to his arrest report.

By the time of his arrest hours later, he had changed his story at least three times, the report showed. Claypool died at a hospital of a single gunshot wound to the chest.

After the shot was fired, authorities have said, Hadley thrust the handgun at a friend, who then hid the weapon under the driver’s seat of his truck before officers arrived. Police later recovered the weapon.

Henderson police also obtained a video posted to Hadley’s Snapchat account seven minutes before the 911 call. In the three-second video, Hadley is holding the black handgun used in Claypool’s killing, according to the report.

Hadley’s attorney, Erick Ferran, previously said the shooting was “not a case of premeditated murder” but instead “a stupid, horrible, tragic accident.”

Before he was sentenced, Hadley said, “I would just like to say that I’m very sorry to the family. I understand that nothing I can say or do will ever make up for their loss. I do hope they can understand one day that this was an accident, and I’m just so sorry.”

When Hadley looked toward the courtroom gallery packed with Claypool’s relatives, one whispered, “Oh, don’t look at us.”

At the time of the shooting, Claypool had been visiting home for summer break. A 2018 Coronado High School graduate and longtime competitive cheerleader, she had just wrapped up her freshman year at University of Nevada, Reno, and was set to return this fall.

The victim’s mother, Lee Ann Pretto, said Wednesday during her statement that her daughter — the youngest of three siblings — had chosen to follow in her older brother’s footsteps and was studying chemical engineering.

“The loss is heavy. The death of Mia is crushing. It shatters our hearts,” Pretto said, crying. “I had to make that phone call to UNR, to the dean, to withdraw her from all the classes she had registered for.”

But none of her family members would have been surprised had she eventually changed course, instead becoming a civil rights lawyer.

“She was a bright light. She was born and destined to be a civil rights attorney,” her father said. “But we’ll never know how she would have changed the world and the lives she would have impacted.”

2n

Headcanons

Their father Edward was a doctor, and their mother Artesia was a painter. She had been trapped in some Sim family's basement with a few basic things (a simple bed, a small bathroom, a fridge and a microwave) and made to paint for hours each day to make the family upstairs some Simoleons, money that she never saw. (They had lured her in with the promise of a live-in nanny job that would pay for school.) A young medical student happened to catch a glimpse of her through the basement window one night, and rescued her from "paint slavery." He reunited her with her sister, too. (Yes, their father's name is a Twilight reference; their mother's name is a Mobile Suit Gundam reference.) Unfortunately, they both died in a tragic motor vehicle accident shortly after their children aged up into young adults. They both cared deeply for their family, and their children never wanted for anything. Even when long hours at the hospital kept Edward away from the house for long periods of time, or caused him to miss Lilith's soccer games or Caleb's piano recitals every now and then. Even when Artesia would drink a little too much red wine.

Caleb and Lilith are twins. Lilith is older. She takes after Artesia, and Caleb takes after Edward. They came into the world a little ahead of schedule. Lilith was healthier at birth, whereas Caleb needed a little bit of time in the NICU. So that established a pattern of him getting a bit more attention from Edward and Artesia (especially the latter) than she did.

Caleb got picked on a lot in school. Lilith would step in to protect him from bullies.

They were both considered to be "gifted" children in elementary school, especially Caleb. (Edward hoped Caleb would follow him into medicine. From the get-go, Lilith told him she didn't want to be a doctor.)

They are originally from Willow Creek. They moved to Forgotten Hollow so they could more easily train with Vlad, and so they could be safer from both the merciless sun and neighbors who don't take kindly to vampires.

Their parents were devout Worshippers of the Watcher. Lots of people in Willow Creek were at the time. (Which is why many of them had a stigma towards vampires.) Caleb and Lilith attended worship with their parents, youth group, and Holy Book Study each week. Edward was also friends with the Preacher, and would invite him and his wife to dinner every now and then. To this day, they can recite Watcherian Book passages and prayers from memory. (And both of them suffer from a good dose of "Watcherian Guilt." Especially Caleb.) However, they started going less and less as they got older (which led to many arguments with their parents, especially Edward.) They never really said why, and when asked, they usually change the subject, or say that "it's complicated," and leave it at that. The last time they were in the Temple of the Watcher was for their parents' funeral service. (And it was the first time they'd been since they were teens.) And, well, now that they're vampires, they are personas non gratas in their old religious group anyway.

That being said, Lilith did low-key pray to the Watcher when her brother was turned into a vampire, because he was in a very bad place, between the trauma from the way in which it happened and the difficult process of turning from "normal" human Sim to Vampire. And seeing him like that was tearing her apart. ("If You help him, I promise I'll never wash dishes in the bathroom again!")

Artesia was very close to her sister, who had but one child after many Sim years of infertility. That child is Lily Zhu.

Lilith experimented with Ouija boards and Tarot cards as a teenager. She was also the first to start Woohooing "messing around," and would occasionally sneak liquor from their parents' cabinet and smoke weed down by the creek. And she totally beat the snot out of anyone who so much as looked at Caleb the wrong way. This is why Lily says her cousin has a "dark side." Lily never "messed around" as a teenager, never drank alcohol or experimented with any kind of drugs (though she does use weed in her old age, to help with age-related aches and pains that Caleb and Lilith never experience), never snuck out to parties, never went skinny-dipping, never messed with the supernatural in any way. (How she got turned into a werewolf, is a story for another time.) Lilith always called her a "goody two-shoes."

The Incident With Miss Hell, as it came to be known, really did a number on Caleb's mental health. (That, too, is a story for another time.) To this day, he sometimes gets flashbacks and wakes up from terrible dreams about her. He doesn't like to talk about it, and does his damndest to hide everything behind a smile.

MEET ATLAS !

basic info.

NAME: atlas doukas

AGE: thirty-nine

BIRTHDAY: december 24th

ZODIAC: capricorn

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

SEXUALITY: bisexual; female lean

OCCUPATION: stunt coordinator

[ tw: accident, death, injury. ]

• born on a cold and snowy christmas night, atlas was welcomed into the world by two teenage parents who had barley graduated from high school. it only took a matter of months for his mother to realize that she was nowhere near emotionally mature enough to raise a child. deciding that she wanted to peruse the dreams she once had for herself, she took off and left all responsibility to atlas’s young father.

• atlas’s father tried his best, but struggled to keep a steady job for the first few years of his life. however by the time atlas started school he found a janitorial job at a local boxing gym. after years of loyalty to the staff, atlas’s father became a cutman. growing up atlas spent a lot of time at time gym, and found a love of punching the bag. not long after he developed interest in other areas, including martial arts.

• during high school atlas excelled in athletics, a member of several clubs including track and wrestling. it was during these years he met his high school sweetheart and they remained together even when they both went to different colleges. atlas majored in directing and theatrical production, knowing he desired a career in film stunts. he minored in physical education.

• he and his girlfriend planned on moving in together when they both finished college, but sadly in their final year she was the victim of a hit and run and died of her injuries a few days later in hospital. he didn’t make it in time to say goodbye. atlas has never gotten over this, and has yet to be in a serious relationship since. he keeps everything very causal.

• graduating from college, atlas began his career as as stunt double on low budget films, slowly making a name for himself before he became one of the best in the business. it was only at the age of thirty-five when his body began to take longer to recover from all the bumps and bruises that he made the transition to stunt coordinator, though he still puts his all into every stunt and puts his body on the line. he can’t help himself.

• while atlas’s dad loved him very much, it was painfully obvious that he wasn’t happy with the way his life had played out, and atlas always knew that was because of him. they rarely see much of one another these days due to living in different states, but they make it a habit of speaking on the phone at least once a week. his mother tried to reach out once a few years ago, but he’d long given up any desire to have a relationship with her.

possible connections.

family member/s of his ex — he’d find it quite difficult being around this person as they’d remind him so much of her, and he blames himself despite the fact that he wasn’t there and there was nothing he could have done.

a potential half-sibling/s — very open to his mother potentially settling down later in life and having other children. would probably start off rather strained but eventually he’d come around to the big brother thing. taken by ripley.

casual fling — could have been one time or multiple, they could want more or not, or potentially try to get his walls to come down in a romantic sense but he’s like a brick wall, honestly. you’ll just get sass, ass and a cheeky smile and not much else (well, maybe if chemistry is there more with time)

I’m open tbh if there is anything you have in mind and I can see it fitting !

I've gotten quite a few comments on my current fic (and a past fic) about the way I write Glimmer, and I feel like my full intentions don't come through with her, but there's a lot behind the way I write her.

Let's start with the first one, I have faced it, a life wasted, and her choice to tell Catra that Adora didn't want to see her, and vice-versa. There are a couple of very important things to remember here-

She's 17-18. No one makes the best choices at that age

She's terrified her best friend almost died, and furious at Catra

She didn't think Catra would actually leave

Does that justify her lying? No, of course not. She lashed out at Catra in the heat of the moment (after years of mutual animosity between them), and assumed Catra would just keep coming back until someone let her see Adora. But she left, and at that point Glimmer had two choices: keep up the lie, or swallow her pride and reach out to Catra. She's young, she's stupid, and she's stubborn. She keeps up the lie. She only tells Adora that Catra doesn’t want to see her after Catra leaves the hospital.

(There’s also a mention somewhere in the story about Catra unfriending Adora and Facebook, and I never clarified, but that was something Catra did. Glimmer didn’t go onto Adora’s Facebook and unfriend her. Catra did it because she wanted a clean break.)

And she knows she was wrong. She says as much to Adora and to Catra-

“She never apologized for anything she did,” Glimmer continued quietly. “I know that’s not the same as not regretting it, but it was so frustrating at the time. Like she just couldn’t admit she was wrong. After the accident I thought maybe she’d feel something. But she was the same, miserable person she always was, and I got so mad… I just wanted her to apologize. I didn’t expect her to run away.”

Adora blinked a few times, putting the pieces together. “You told her I didn’t want to see her to make her apologize?”

“At least to you! She’d hurt you, and I… I knew you would just forgive her no matter what she said, because that’s how you always were with her. I wanted her to be sorry. I wanted her to be scared, just for a minute. But she left, and I… I couldn’t tell you the truth. And then I thought maybe it was just better. If she wanted to be selfish like this, then maybe she didn’t deserve to have you. And I know it wasn’t my choice to make. And I should have told you. I just… thought it would be better.

and

“I am. Sorry, I mean. I…” Glimmer rubbed the back of her head, taking a deep breath. “I made a decision when I was angry. And you’re right. I wanted you to hurt. And I was scared for Adora, and I did something terrible. And I thought maybe… I don’t know. Maybe if you never came back, it would just be better. I kind of convinced myself that it was just better. That you hadn’t changed at all. That you were still the same, selfish person. But…”

She sighed, shoulders falling. “But you’re not. Part of me is still angry about the car accident, but it’s between you and Adora. And I’m… I’m sorry I took that away from you.”

Actions have consequences is a lesson Glimmer always needs to learn. She’s a good, caring person, she just doesn’t always think things through, and tends to barrel ahead and do what she believes is best. Whether she’s right or not is always questionable.

And now the very recent confrontation in It’s dangerous to go alone (so spoilers if you haven’t already read that!) between Glimmer and Catra at the convention. Actually, there are a few things I want to address here, one of the biggest being the idea that the Best Friend Squad didn’t do enough to help Catra when people were harassing her - they did absolutely everything within their power (working with Reddit mods, screening YouTube comments before they posted, multiple “this isn’t okay, stop it” posts on every platform, Glimmer literally told people to fuck off), but it went out of their control way too fast. Y’all know how the Internet is, the tiniest thing can get blown up, and people are, frankly, fucking insane.

The confrontation at the con was, again, a matter of barreling ahead without thinking. It didn’t start as yelling, but Glimmer has a temper, and Catra knows how to match her. She was angry not only for Adora, but for herself, and for Bow. She knows the whole thing was a mess, and people are talking about accountability in the reviews - there’s still two more chapters and five more con days, y’all!

I love Glimmer. She is an amazing, brilliant, fascinating character. She and Catra are too alike (like they’re foils!). They’re either best friends, or they’ll kill each other. Glimmer making questionable choices, especially about Catra, doesn’t necessarily feel out of character to me, and I don’t think it makes her a bad person. It just makes her human. But she knows when to admit she’s wrong, and she’s more than capable of it. Sometimes she just needs a little push.

Message from the actor Keanu Reeves (translated back to English from Japanese version of his message, so the words are probably different but you get the sense of what he wants to say.) We are so caught up in the daily grind that we forget to look at the beauty in life. We live like zombies. Look up and take off your headphones. Say hello to someone whose eyes meet yours or give a hug to someone who looks like they are having a hard time. Help someone. Live each day as if it is the last day of your life. A few years ago I was depressed but never told anyone else so no one knew about this and I had to find my own way out of depression. The only thing that was preventing me from being happy was myself. Now, each day is precious, so live each day as a precious day. There is no guarantee that there will be a tomorrow, so live today! Most people know me, but they do not know about my life. When I was three years old, I watched my father leave home. I went to four different schools for high school, but struggled more than most others because of my dyslexia, making it more difficult for me to get an education. When I was 23, my closest friend, River Phoenix, died of a drug overdose. In 1998 I met Jennifer Sime and we fell in love with each other at first sight. In 1999, Jennifer became pregnant with a girl. Sadly, however, eight months later our child was stillborn. Her death left us both too terribly discouraged and this ultimately ended our relationship. Eighteen months later, Jennifer died in a car accident. After that, I began to avoid serious relationships and having children. My sister had leukemia, but she is cured now. I donated 70% of my earnings from the Matrix series of films to a hospital that treats leukemia patients. I am probably the only Hollywood star who does not live in a mansion. I don't have a bodyguard and I don't wear expensive clothes. I am a star worth $100 million (¥10 billion), and I still ride the subway, and I love it! In the end, I think we can all agree that great people can live powerfully in the midst of any dire situation. Whatever is happening in your life, you can get through it! Life is worth living. You are who you are today because of all that you have struggled through in your life. Times of hardship only make you stronger, so be thankful for those times. My friend's mother has eaten healthy throughout her life. She never consumed alcohol or "bad" foods, exercised daily, was very flexible, very active, took all the supplements her doctor recommended, always wore sunscreen when in the sun, and spent as little time in the sun as possible. I was very active. In short, she took her health as far as anyone could think of. But now, at age 76, she has cancer, bone marrow cancer, and very serious osteoporosis. On the other hand, my friend's father ate tons of bacon, butter, and fat, never really exercised, tanned himself until he was bright red every summer, and lived life to the fullest without listening to anyone else's instructions. He is 81 years old and, according to his doctor, his health is at the level of a young man. You can never completely escape poison. Poison is everywhere and will not miss you. The mother of a friend of mine who is still alive said, "If my life was going to end like this, I would have done all the things I was told not to do and chosen to enjoy life more!” No one is alive when they leave this world, so please stop treating yourself with too much seriousness. Eat good food. Walk in the sun. Dive into the ocean. The truth is that you carry your heart like a hidden treasure. Do silly things. Live gently. There is no time in life for anything else. I was raised to show respect. I was taught to knock before I opened the door. When you enter a room. Greet them. Please and thank you. please and thank you. I was taught to be respectful to those who were older than me. If I am sitting in a seat and someone else needs a seat, I will give it up. If someone needs help, I don't just stand there and watch, I offer my hand. Hold the door for someone coming in behind you and say "Excuse me" when necessary. I love people not because of what I can get out of them, but because of who they are. Most importantly, you were raised to treat others the way you would want to be treated by others. That is respect. If you were raised the same way, please share this with us! It doesn't matter how big your house is, how nice your car looks, or how much money you have in your bank account. Our graves are all the same. Let us continue to live humbly.

i feel like when bob's mom died he was probably like eleven and it was traumatic for him and his dad (like imagine how gene would feel if linda died, and its implied that bob and his mom were close too) but big bob and probably bob too are just not people who express their emotions openly!!! in the flashback episode where bob is fourteen he raises his voice the tiniest bit and then apologizes for getting so excited like he just doesn't express his emotions openly and i relate to that LOL i get the feeling that big bob didn't really like talking or thinking about his wife after she died (i mean we know canonically he left her out of stories that he told to bob and avoided her in conversations) and both him and bob probably processed their grief and trauma surrounding her by going "we just won't think about it or talk about her let's pretend she never existed" and its probably also true that bob learned pretty quickly that if he talks about his mom it will make other people sad and feel bad for him, and he knows that talking about his mom makes his dad sad so he doesn't do it anymore and by fourteen he's pretty good at acting like she never existed (i never lost someone close to me and definitely not that young but i can't imagine moving on from losing your mother who you had a close relationship with in like two or three years at that age??? but he seems like he's doing okay in that episode) that could ask explain why he almost never talks about her or tells stories, and why he didn't visit her grave for literal decades (obviously bcuz he was busy with his family and stuff but i get the feeling that he didn't like thinking about it bcuz it made him feel bad) so that lead to an environment where bob couldn't talk about his mom with his dad, and he couldn't talk about her with anyone else bcuz it made them sad and he didn't really like thinking about her bcuz he got sad whenever he thought about her, but as he told big bob in that one episode he likes talking abt her and yeah it makes him sad but it also makes him happy, because they're remembering and talking about her :) imo it would've been traumatic for bob to lose his mom regardless of how she died bcuz she was young like she would've been in her 30s or 40s and people that age don't typically die of natural causes, she probably either got into a car accident and died suddenly or had cancer/another terminal illness and died in a hospital over a longer period of time (which would make sense bcuz bob hates hospitals i think??) but either way that would be very traumatic for bob as a tiny child to watch his mother die and go to her funeral ALSO it seems like big bob is more willing to talk abt his wife with people who never knew her like the kids vs bob because he didn't want to make bob sad by causing him to think about her, so i think big bob came from a good place of not wanting to upset bob or make him miss her or make him sad by reminding him of her but i dont think avoiding talking about someone is the best way to grieve and cope with their death tbh it was probably just traumatic for both of them

Mary Nolan was born Mary Imogene Robertson on December 18, 1905 in Louisville, Kentucky. When she was a child her mother died from cancer and Mary's father placed her in a foster home. Eventually she moved to New York City and began working as a nude model. Producer Florenz Ziegfeld discovered her and gave her a featured role in the Ziegfeld Follies. Using the stage named Bubbles Wilson she quickly became the Follies most popular dancer. Mary had a tumultuous romance with actor Frank Tinney who was married. In 1924 Frank beat Mary so badly that she had him arrested. The case caused a huge scandal and Mary was fired from the Ziegfeld Follies. She moved to Germany and began making movies under the name Imogene Robertson. Mary returned to the United states in 1927 and signed a contract with Universal. She costarred with Lon Chaney in West Of Zanzibar and with John Gilbert in Desert Nights. Her performances got great reviews and she became one of Hollywood's most sought after starlets. In 1929 she was given the lead role in the drama Shanghai Lady. She was now earning $3000 a week. Mary started having an affair with married studio executive Eddie Mannix. When she became pregnant he forced her to have an abortion. Eddie was very abusive and one of his beatings put her in the hospital for several months. While Mary was recovering she became addicted to morphine. In 1930 she was fired from the movie What Men Want after getting into a fight with the director. The bad publicity destroyed her career and she could only get parts in low budget films. She married stock broker Wallace T. McCreary in 1931. They divorced one year later. Her final acting role was in the 1933 mystery File 113. She moved to New York City and began singing in nightclubs. Mary was arrested several times and she was jailed in 1937 for failing to pay her bills. After overdosing on sedatives she spent a year in a psychiatric hospital. In early 1948 she was hospitalized for malnutrition. Mary was found dead in her Hollywood apartment on October 31, 1948. Next to her body was a child's poem and a handwritten note that said "If this were only true". She had died from an overdose of pills at the young age of forty-five. The police said her death was either suicide or an accident. She is buried at Hollywood Forever cemetery in Hollywood, California.

- IMDb Mini Biography By: Elizabeth Ann