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stillebesat · 6 months

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"He just wanted to fly" for the WIP ask game? thanks for the tag! ^.^

You're welcome!! ^^;;

"He just wanted to fly" is a Soulmate AU with Janus/Roman/Virgil where when you meet your soulmate you grow wings.

This was a fic I started back in 2020 and I ended up struggling with how exactly I wanted the story to go (where to start it) and had no idea where I would end it sooo it just kinda fizzled out. Though I look at it from time to time wondering if I could get the concept to a 'finished' point. ^^;;

Snippet from the wip:

Janus just wanted to fly.

For as long as he could remember, that had been his dream.

Since he’d seen his first feather. Seen his first wing. Seen the first person flying in the sky overhead as he hid out in the tallest tree he could find in his backyard so that he wouldn’t be punished for crying over the cut on his finger still dripping blood.

He just wanted to fly.

To feel that constant comforting weight on his back. Feel those extra limbs curling around him like a huge fluffy blanket, hiding him from the world or taking him up and up out of range of all the hurt and hatred and lies he had to face every day.

He’d cried the day he found out he couldn’t get wings until he met his soulmate.

That they couldn’t appear until you and the name that appeared on your wrist on your fifteenth birthday shared---well. Janus had never gotten what that shared ‘thing’ was. Everyone was just expected to know.

He strongly suspected it was a kiss. Because he never saw his parents kiss and they didn’t have wings. But perhaps it was some other sort of touch. Like holding hands. Or stroking the other person’s cheek, or booping their nose. He’d seen plenty of winged people doing those things along with kissing.

Janus let out a slow breath, the only action that he would allow himself to take to express his--his--nerves as he took his spot on the set of a half destroyed city street, his bare fingers twitching with the urge to brush the scars that marred the names on his wrist and moved up his arm to his face.

Yes names.

Plural.

Because he had to be the broken one. The cursed one who got two names instead of one on his fifteenth birthday to make his journey to obtaining wings to fly just that much harder.

It was like the universe had heard the cry of his heart out for flight and promptly said “NO.”

Why else would he have a family that treated him worse than a dog because he’d been born with the ‘devil’s eyes’ where one iris was a bright malevolent yellow while the other was a cold icy blue.

Why else would the universe allow his higher than a kite poor excuses for parents to beat him every time they decided whatever he was doing was the wrong thing to do.

Why else would the universe allow his so called parents to snap one night a week before his fifteenth birthday and stab and slice him forty-six times before the neighbor broke down the door and saved his life.

Why else would the universe then decide to have his soulmate’s names appear on that same LEFT WRIST that was so cut up and scarred that doctors had worried he’d never be able to use it again instead of in the traditional spot on the right wrist?

It was simple.

He was never meant to fly.

He would never get his long dreamt for wings.

No. All he’d been left with on his fifteenth birthday, had been the faint lettering of the two people he could have connected with. The soft lilac of R-il. The pale rose of O-an.

#thanks for the ask!#Sanders Sides #Janus Sanders #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Soulmate AU #bad parenting tw #attempted murder tw #stabbing talk tw #Winged AU

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ricjimenez · 8 days

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Name: Ricardo Jimenez Occupation: Bartender Age: 34 Sexuality: Undecided Species: Human Clan/Pack/Coven?: Heron Club Hometown: Corpus Christi, Texas Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: Kindhearted, Reserved, Workaholic, Loyal, Reckless

Biography -

(TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH, CAR ACCIDENT, BAD PARENTING ALCHOHLISM) ricardo was born in corpus christi, texas to a family who didn’t have much to offer in terms of money and materialistic things. he lived in corpus christi for about two years after his birth, and his sister joined the family early during the second year. not too long after the arrival of his baby sister his mother passed due to a terrible car accident on her way home from work. ricardo’s father was never the same since and he took the first chance he could to take his children out of texas for a better life somewhere else.(TW: END)

they landed in queens, nyc. his father eventually started his own company for carpeting and kept a steady income for the two of them. the problem was that with more income his father made the more he drank, and eventually he stopped caring about the well-being of his kids. that didn't stop his father from always drilled in him that HE would carry on the family name and there was no other path his father could see, or want, for his son. for the longest time, ricardo followed that path.

he took over caring for his little sister despite having to also learn how to care for himself. he was proud that there wasn’t a day his little sister would say ‘i want..’ and not be able to have whatever it was. even if his father did not care to be around much, ricardo made sure there was nothing but love in the household for his little sister.

(TW: DEATH MENTION, CAR ACCIDENT) every sunday ricardo would take his sister to the park. he enjoyed showing her that life was as normal as it could be without a mother or a father around, and he was always trying to get her to be as much of a kid as possible. she was his world from the moment she was born and it’s something that he still carries to this day. when ricardo was thirteen, he took his sister to the park one tragic sunday. he looked away from her for a SECOND and that’s all it took for her to run in the middle of the street for a rouge ball. by the time he had turned to look at her, all he saw was the car’s impact and his sister disappear beneath it. as much as he screamed, cried, and tried his hardest to get her to respond to him, nothing changed the fact that his little light of joy was gone. (end trigger)

as ricardo got older, he began to discover parts about himself that he didn’t even know could exist. he discovered a darkness that filled the void the passing his little sister left and he was consumed by guilt. if things were rocky with his father before they were practically nonexistent now, and he found a passion in fixing cars. working on cars seemed to be the only thing that could keep him from exploding on everyone and for a while this worked. one of the other things he began to discover in himself was that his stomach seemed to tighten in knots whenever an attractive guy smiled in his direction. he found that his nights of passion with beautiful women no longer fulfilled him, but he couldn’t make sense of what was happening. he didn’t push further into his curiosity either because it infuriated him to think that he’d have to add another thing on the seemingly endless list of things for his father to hate about him. he had to carry the family name, somehow, and he did not need to add further bumps in the road. still his mind often wandered.

he eventually had enough of life around his father and took his leave. it took him a little but the guy found a home within port leiry as a bartender at the heron club. life has gotten better for him since the change. he's a bit more confident in himself, cracks more jokes, and his heart has grown a bit kinder. all he can hope is that life in port leiry will keep going this way, though he's blissfully unaware the war behind the scenes.

Wanted Plots - COMING SOON

#cor.intro #death tw #car accident tw #bad parenting tw #alcoholism tw

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crymeariveronceagain · 2 years

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Gisela Sencen aesthetic because fictional character hell may not be real but my rage sure is

You don't hear me when I say "Mom, please wake up!"

Teenagers! Now I know I wild eat their young! But that's messy, Manipulation's easily more fun. A little guilt, a lot of force, of course you have to lie. Remind them that without you, they'd shrivel up and die.

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers

"Why? Why do the fools fly?' said Denethor. 'Better to burn sooner than late, for burn we must. Go back to your bonfire! And I? I will go now to my pyre. To my pyre! No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No tomb! No long slow sleep of death embalmed. We will burn like heathen kings before ever a ship sailed hither from the West. The West has failed. Go back and burn!”

Why do we romanticize the dead? Why can't we be honest about them? Especially moms, they're the most romanticized of anyone.

Moms are saints, angels by merely existing. No one could possibly understand what it's like to be a mom. Men will never understand, women with no children will never understand. No one buts moms know the hardship of motherhood and we non-moms must heap nothing but praise upon mom because we lowly, pitiful, non-moms are mere peasants compared to the goddesses we call mothers.

"Yet one plague more I will bring upon Pharaoh and upon Egypt; afterwards he will let you go hence; when he lets you go, he will drive you away completely. Speak now in the hearing of the people, that they ask, every man of his neighbor and every woman of her neighbor, jewelry of silver and of gold.”

How could you have come to hate me so? Is this what you wanted?

I send my scourge, I send my sword Thus saith the Lord

Then let my heart be hardened And never mind how high the cost may grow

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”

“All the girls in the world were divided into two classes: one class included all the girls in the world except her, and they had all the usual human feelings and were very ordinary girls; while the other class -herself alone- had no weaknesses and was superior to all humanity.”

“No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?”

“The only good human being is a dead one.”

Dollhouse, by Melanie Martinez // Tough Love, by The Villains' Lair // Nightmare, by Halsey // The Return of The King, by J. R. R. Tolkien // I'm Glad My Mom Died, by Jennette McCurdy // Exodus 11: 1-2, RSVCE // The Plagues, from The Prince Of Egypt(1998) // Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte // Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy // Animal Farm, by George Orwell //

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aiylabaysal · 9 months

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Pinterest. Playlist.

CHARACTER INSPO: Mia (The Princess Diaries), Eve (Lucifer,) Buffy Summer (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Nell Crane (THOHH) & Vignette Stonemoss (Carnival Row)

Trigger warning: death, murder, sibling death, anxiety/depression, parental death, bad parenting

FULL NAME: Aiyla Caria Baysal NICKNAMES: N/A AGE: 31 BIRTHDATE: February 23rd, 1992 @ 10 pm ZODIAC: Pieces sun, Scorpio moon, Libra rising SPECIES: Faerie - Banshee ABILITIES: sonic scream, premonitions, sleepwalking, oneirokinesis, wings(flight), super speed, illusion casting & portal creation POSITION: High Fae/Faerie Queen PLACE OF BIRTH: Bordeaux, France CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lunar Cove, Rhode Island NEIGHBORHOOD: Sunny Harbor OCCUPATION: Photographer MBTI: INFP-T ENNEAGRAM: 4w5 the iconlast TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic

+ courageous, inquisitive, protective, open-minded, creative, charming, idealistic

- untrusting, self-critical, impulsive, flirtatious, co-dependent, gullible, impatient, bossy

ABOUT

Aiyla is the youngest daughter of a wealthy winemaker and his philanthropist, socialite wife. Enver and Ece Baysal.

Aiyla had a privileged childhood where she was doted on hand and foot by her parents and older sister, Defne.

Despite her charmed life, Aiyla often felt as if something was missing. This feeling of emptiness and longing only grew the older she got.

It felt like, at times, her only confidant was her older sister. Her parents loved her but struggled with her changing as she grew older, wanting her to stay their easy-to-please ingenue daughter forever.

Her feelings of not belonging led Aiyla down a rebellious path. She fought against her parent's expectations pushing for a sense of idenity, which was hard for them to accept.

Around the time she went through puberty, she began to experience the most changes—strange dreams and nightmares followed eventually by sleepwalking and, ultimately, haunting screams. These issues further alienated her from those around her.

Her parents assumed she was troubled, anxious, and depressed. However, when wings unfurled from her back for the first time, they knew she wasn't human. Her parents struggled to accept what she is but ultimately force her to hide the things that make her inhuman. Going as far as to attempt to bind around her upper torso to prevent her wings from coming out.

She is forbidden from flying or doing anything remotely, hinting at what she is anywhere at home. Only her sister, Defne, allows her to be herself. Encouraging her to learn more in secret.

Eventually, Aiyla is discovered by a hunter who attempts to take her life. However, she emits a scream (harbinger of impending death) that allows Defne the time to shield her sister from the hunter's attempt on her life. This act of bravery ends up with Defne losing her own life.

Full of guilt, she runs away from home. Aiyla cannot face her parents after she feels responsible for Defne's death. She runs away at eighteen on her own for the first time in her life.

Searching for answers on who the hunter was who killed her sister she meets someone who Defne had been in contact with. They knew of the supernatural, hunters and more. They develop a relationship that is marred by Aiyla's inability to let go of her search for answers.

A few years in he ghosts knowing her pursuits put them both in danger. Alone again Aiyla is forced to face herself.

While on her own for the second time, she meets and bonds with an older banshee, Evelyn, who becomes her mentor and guide.

They create a peaceful life together in the mountains protected by forest with no one around for several miles. In their years together, Aiyla learns more about Faeries, specifically banshees.

One day she returns home to find the place trashed and Evelyn gone. Evelyn's mysterious disappearance prompts Aiyla's journey to Lunar Cove due to a series of clues left for Aiyla to follow if anything ever happened to her.

In Lunar Cove she goes to the Faerie Queen, Hazal who takes quickly and protectively to Aiyla filling in the gaps left by Evelyn.

Aiyla becomes her second in command/Advisor to the Fae Court. All of this comes undone when Hazal is brutally murdered.

Due to the way the Court works, Aiyla becomes the Faerie Queen and in the coming weeks learns that Hazal was her mother from her first life.

She lives now as the current Faerie Queen; forever looking for answers to all the losses she has faced in this lifetime.

HEADCANONS

Aiyla paints. She enjoys making her own pigments and finds watercolors to be her favorite.

She has quite a green thumb and enjoys using things she grows herself in the meals she cooks.

She can make a meal from scarce ingredients and make it feel like a five-star experience.

Aiyla keeps a collection of journals where she records her dreams, premonitions, and thoughts. Her handwriting is a blend of elegant cursive and hurried scribbles.

Among her belongings, Aiyla carries a leather-bound notebook filled with unfinished poems.

Aiyla has painted a series of artworks featuring different interpretations of her own wings, often using abstract techniques to convey the ethereal nature of flight and the emotions she associates with it.

On clear nights, Aiyla often lies on her balcony, staring at the stars. She believes that each star represents a story, and she creates her own constellations in her mind.

Aiyla loves collecting folklore and stories from the people she meets.

Most of Aiyla's clothing has open backs. She doesn't like her back to be covered if she can help it.

Aiyla's first language is Turkish, followed by French. She learned English in school and picked up conversational bits and pieces from a few others during her time traveling.

Timeline

2002- The first instances of Banshee's powers manifest in prophetic dreams and sleepwalking when Aiyla is 11 years old.

2004 - Aiyla's wings manifest at 13 giving some insight into how different she is

2004 - 2009 - Her relationship with her parents suffers due to their inability to accept her. All she has is Defne

December 2009 - Defne dies in the hunter attack and Aiyla runs away.

Dec 2009 - Jully 2013 - Lives with her first love/searching for the indemnity of the hunter who killed Defne.

Late July/early August 2013 - Meets Evelyn in the States where she is taken under her wing and taught about being a Banshee.

2015 - Evelyn disappears and Aiyla follows the directions to Luinar Cove

October 2015 - Meets Hazal, the previous Fae Queen, and is taken under wing.

March - 2016 - Aiyla is made advisor of the Fae Court.

April 1st, 2022 - Hazal is murdered making Aiyla the current Faerie Queen.

FAMILY

Ece Baysal - mother

Enver Baysal - father

Defne Baysal - elder sister -deceased 2009

tldr Aiyla grew up in a loving family, but a sense of emptiness drove a wedge between herself and her parents. Around puberty, she began feeling the changes that came with being a Banshee (a surprise to her as humans raised her). The revelation caused more issues between herself and her parents, who struggled to accept she wasn't human. Her only saving grace was her older sister Defne who eventually gave her life to protect Aiyla when a hunter found her. Aiyla ran away from home, where she met others like her for the first time. She lived like a nomad for years with them until her vampire lover developed an addiction to Fae blood. His bloodlust resulted in a fight where Aiyla fled and eventually met Evelyn, an older Banshee. For years they lived in the forest of the mountains, away from danger. When Evelyn eventually did disappear, she left Aiyla clues that led her to Lunar Cove, where she's lived since 2021.

#death tw #sibling death tw #murder tw #bad parenting tw #intro #parental death tw #anxiety tw #depression tw #grief tw

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briarreed · 9 months

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#mother dearest #alyssa reed #bad parenting tw #toxic parent relationship tw

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hunter-calhoun · 1 year

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INTRODUCING...

Name: Hunter Calhoun Age: 34 Birthday: April 2, 1989 Zodiac: Aries Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Cis Man, He/Him Sexuality: Heteroflexible Occupation: Mechanic Neighborhood: Westside Face Claim: Scott Eastwood Biography: tw abuse, cheating, bad parenting, drinking, depression

Hunter is the middle brother in the Calhoun family and as such, he’s got classic middle child syndrome. He’s loud-mouthed and reckless, always getting himself into trouble but somehow talking his way out of it. From the time he was young he was always getting put in detention or being picked up by the cops. Unfortunately for Hunter, his mom left them high and dry when he was young, and his father was a cruel man. Though his older brother Clay took the brunt of their father’s anger, he’s had his fair share of unexplained bruises and broken bones.

After dropping out of high school, Hunter started to up the ante on how far he could push the boundaries before he was in too much trouble to come back from it. He’s been arrested no less than 15 times in his adult life, spent a couple of years in jail if he added up all the small sentences he’s been handed down, and somehow still hasn’t learned his lesson. He’s on a first name basis with most of the law enforcement in town.

Hunter works as a mechanic, self taught, and if you asked him he’d say its about the only thing he’s really good at. He can fix just about any car or motorcycle and he’s known to be the kinda guy who will stop and help you for free if you’re broken down on the side of the road somewhere.

It’s not often that Hunter finds himself in a real relationship with anyone because he’s learned that he’s not exactly boyfriend material, so more often than not he’s the guy you call for a good time on Friday night. After the trainwreck that was his last relationship, he’s more than happy to keep it casual with women these days.

Speaking of relationships, the one woman who’s ever been able to capture his heart and hold onto it, was Ellie Jones, eight years ago. She might have been way out of his league, a rich girl with no reason to ever look twice at his kinda trash, but when they collided it was game over. Hunter knew she was special so he cut off all his little friends with benefits, quit flirting with other girls and even tried to clean up his act to make her proud. But old habits die hard and he was too stupid to keep it together forever. After cheating on her more than a couple of times, Ellie got tired of his shit and left him.

After Ellie left, Hunter got real depressed and started drinking a lot and making a hell of a lot more bad decisions. They got back together a couple of times, though it was more like regrettable hookups over the years, but she never stuck around for him to hurt her again. Hunter knew he didn’t deserve her and he’d be beating himself up every day for the rest of his life about screwing that one up.

Living in Half Moon Bay makes Hunter and his brothers seem like outcasts and he’s fine with that most days, but he can’t deny that there are times he wishes he could fit in with the local crowd. People look down on him and treat him like the redneck that rolled into town on a west wind. He doesn’t usually care, only occasionally finding himself hurt by the way a local looks him up and down like he’s trash.

Hunter lives in a small one bedroom house in Westside and drives an old pickup truck that is the nicest thing he owns and only because he spent three years fixing it up and slowly buying parts to make it look less like a junker. He’s happy with what he has though and doesn’t feel the need to impress people.

The one thing he’s always had on his side is charm. No matter how much trouble he gets into or what kind of redneck he looks and acts like, people seem to always be drawn to his sweet southern charm. It’s part of the reason Ellie stuck around so long. Even people who don’t generally hang around his kind of folks tend to be friends with Hunter because he can make anybody smile with a wink and a compliment.

Someday Hunter would love to be a father, though the idea scares the shit out of him after the way his own family fell apart as a kid. His older brother doesn’t know this but the way he took on responsibility for Hunter and their younger brother showed him what a real man was a long time ago. Hunter wants his own kids so he can prove to himself that his parents didn’t totally fuck him up for good.

#bio #about #abuse tw #cheating tw #drinking tw #depression tw #bad parenting tw

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scarlettdanvcrs · 1 year

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madelyn cline & she/her/cis woman ‷ watch out , scarlett danvers has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty six years old and celebrate their birthday on april 11th. they are from salt lake city, utah, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as manager & bartender at area 51 & casual dj. one thing you should know about them is she has a bad habit of chewing on ice cubes. ‷

trigger warnings: drugs, alcohol, pregnancy, abortion, mention of violence, bad parenting.

* background.

scarlett is the only child of pretentious wedding planner lauren saunders and oscar danvers, who were together for almost 2 years and broke up just 2 months before she was born. her mother was her primary care giver in salt lake city, and she would visit her father every second weekend or when lauren had weddings, or special appointments. in truth, both of her parents were workaholics so she spent a lot of time with relatives or in day care.

from a young age, scarlett was very generous and sweet; sharing her lunch, playing with other children nicely, making friends easily with her lively nature. she also, however, found herself getting in trouble for talking back to teachers or reefing scrunchies out of kids hair simply because she didn’t like the look of them. she didn’t understand why she was getting in trouble because to her, she was just helping out - they looked better without the scrunchie.

tw: bad parenting. her father always tried to urge her to be the ‘ sweet little girl ’ when she started to be more outspoken in mid elementary through to middle school; to watch what she said, be gentle with others, to be seen and not heard ew ew ew. lauren, however, let her speak her mind and was all for her being the exact opposite of the ‘lady’ her father was trying to get her to be.

school wasn’t necessarily hard for scarlett, but she simply didn’t want to be there. She would rather be skipping class to hang with the older students downtown, or make out with the hot senior that had just made eyes at her. better yet, get her hands on a bottle of vodka and sneak off with her friends to gossip and play spin the bottle when they were done.

tw: drugs, alcohol and mention of violence. so it was no surprise when she started to act out, or rebel, against her mother when oscar completely distanced himself from them to be with his new family. she befriended those outside of school who were into the party scene, who encouraged her to do things she shouldn’t like drink excessively and take pills for the fun of it. there was even a time she purposely smacked a baseball with a bat at a junior because he rubbed her the wrong way (though, that would be something she’d do today if there was no video footage)

djing was something that scarlett became interested in in her junior year at a house party. djing was never something she thought would be of interest to her, yet the minute her friend showed her the ropes of the decks, her heart has never been as full.

when scarlett grduated, she enrolled into a physical therapy degree despite djing being her main goal. she tried to be realistic in thinking that she possibly wouldn’t make it in the industry, and thought that perhaps she needed a career to fall back on that she also enjoys. that, however, didn’t last. 6 months later and scarlett was dropping out of college and moving back in with mother dearest.

and soon enough scarlett went to travel! packed her bags, brought a friend along for the ride, and kissed her mother goodbye and they were off. It was only for three quarters of the year, but she was having the time of her life. meeting different people, drinking until her hearts content, getting high, going to music festivals, even messing around on some decks in some backyard parties.

upon her arrival home, that’s when the early-quarterlife crisis hit. scarlett didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life, or where she wanted to be, and she felt like time was running out. how could a 20 year old be so hung up about life already? It was a spur of the moment decision, but lauren shut up her business in slc and the two of them moved from the city to roswell, new mexico.

apart of scarlett wasn’t so sure about roswell when she first arrived, but after finding a job at the local boutique and trying to find her feet again, it started to grow on her. the people started to grow on her and she began to make it her stomping ground. Quite quickly, the blonde found her groove and was saving up to buy herself some decks, computer software, the lot.

the moment she turned 21, she was hitting up area 51 for a job in the bar and even going around to the other bars telling them she can dj, because oh boy had she been practicing. she was going to make her name known.

tw: pregnancy. with all the fun that came from being of legal age (not that that ever bothered scarlett anyway), scarlett was sleeping around. She was playing her own gigs, charming the bar patrons on a nightly basis, and had managed to tie down a fling of her own. what she didn’t plan on was falling pregnant.

tw: abortion. the idea of being a mother petrified scarlett to her core, though she was so torn up about it she made herself sick for weeks about it. couldn’t go into work, couldn’t respond to texts, couldn’t get out of bed, nada. eventually, she knew that there was no way she could go through with it. so, she asked for her mother’s help. tw.

scarlett’s been bottling up everything because that apparently is easier than facing it all head on. just turned it off like a switch. or sealed the cap shut, really.

it’ll come to a head one day, that’s for sure mmm.

for now, scarlett is living her absolute best life - serving drinks at area 51, working as her own self employed dj for whoever needs one and posting mixes on tik tok and soundcloud, and flirting with everybody and anyone she wants to.

* personality.

she has little to no filter, whatsoever. she is inappropriate, flirtatious and honest without thinking first most ─ if not 98% of the time. scar is very much the type of person to suck on someone’s fingers in public and not think twice, or tell you exactly what she’s thinking of you in that moment.

scar is a patient person, truly, (especially when it comes to getting revenge) there are just times she simply turns unexpectedly and with no warning. one minute going about her day, no qualms, the next she encounters a minor inconvenience/etc and she explodes. lashing out with a sharp tongue or even throwing hands, which she is not afraid to do.

she can is a bad influence, for sure.

flirt flirt flirt ! what more can i say? she’s a tease, a brat, will flirt with you blatantly, with her eyes, will play cat and mouse, give a taste and leave you wanting more: just living her best life and thriving.

scarlett can be very sweet. very giggly, cuddly, soft and warm. if she deems you a friend, she will protect you and be there for you no matter time of day ( even if she doesn’t know what to say ). she’ll hold your hand just because, give you a flower because it reminds her of you, even make you a playlist.

she keeps her cards close to her chest, not wanting people to leave or hurt her. it’s a reflex that she pushes people away or hurts them before they get too close, because who likes to get hurt? nah.

it’s not often that scar asks for help ( not really anyway ) but when she does, she usually reaches out to those she is closest to.

this woman loves to box, run, surf, keep active in any way that she can. want someone to go on a walk with? hit her up, she’ll go. they don’t have to talk; they can listen to some beats and walk

scarlett has to be doing something, otherwise she’ll get lazy and won’t do anything. like lay in bed for three days and won’t wash up lazy. so she doesn’t fall into this trap ( which she does ) she constantly tries to keep herself going, whether it’s seeing people, tw: drugs getting high, working, surfing, boxing, having sex. u know, as you do.

this girl is happy to party in the club, the backyard, or have a small little get together in the living room. as long as there’s music ( any kind even, her music taste is vast ) she’s happy.

also, happy to chill and do jack shit. sit on the couch and chat, or smoke, or not talk at all. or make out for the hell of it, hey, whatever floats your boat. she’d be very happy to simply make out, js.

#roswellintro #bad parenting tw #drugs tw #alcohol tw #abortion tw #pregnancy tw #violence mention

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isabelladesoto · 1 year

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THE ENCHANTER - Isabella Sofia De Soto

pinterest. playlist. musings.(TBD)

CHARACTER INSPO: Yennefer (The Witcher.) Cassandra (Promising Young Woman.) Alina Starkov (The Grisha series), Nancy Wheeler (Stranger things.) & Fallon Carrington (Dynasty.)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: bad parenting, bribery, blackmail, missing persons, mental health issues unspecified, injury

FULL NAME: Isabella Sofia De Soto

NICKNAMES: Isa, Bella, Belle

AGE: 35

BIRTHDATE: November 7th, 1987, at 4 a.m

ZODIAC: Scorpio sun, Pieces moon, Libra rising

HOMETOWN: Half Moon Bay, California

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Half Moon Bay, California

NEIGHBORHOOD: Montara

OCCUPATION: Theatre actress/heiress

MBTI: ISFP - T

ENNEAGRAM: 8w7- the non-conformist

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

+ visionary, determined, passionate, intuitive, enchanting, ambitious, dreamy

- sensitive, secretive, rebellious, moody, restless, impulsive/unpredictable, stubborn, skeptical

ABOUT

Born to the influential De Soto family, Isabella was always in the public eye and was no stranger to expectations. However, from an early age, it was clear she was not the child to be molded in the family's image.

She was to be a prima-ballerina, which her parents picked for her- but for Isabella, the goal turned into a hobby she eventually only touched in brief moments.

Isabella often had to be reminded of her "place," the role she was meant to play, and how her actions negatively impacted the family. She was doing her best, constantly watering herself down to be the daughter her parents wanted, but it was never enough. She was never her twin sister or her older brother - the golden De Soto's while she lost herself to their shadows.

Isabella was a secret keeper, her brothers, her twins - even her mothers. The skeletons overflowed from her closet, more than half not her own- but Isabella clung to them, for it was the only way she knew how to keep the people she loved safe.

She kept herself safe by retreating into her made-up worlds, and as she got older, the retreat turned into sneaking out to find the pieces of herself lost out to the world somewhere.

She got better at playing her part, if only because she had carved out a niche for herself in the rest of the world. By the time she was eighteen, she knew the life she wanted was nothing like the one planned for her.

Instead, she put away college plans and took up countless hobbies and interests she could profit from. In between it all, she fell in love. For the first time, Isabella had a name for it- knew it and clung to it- she felt seen, and between her and Clay, they curated a group of like-minded people to call found family. They chased away loneliness and injustices with little stunts that made them feel alive.

Sadly, life and consequences caught up to them. After a night of recklessness, Clay and Isabella are arrested, thus beginning the start of the end.

Isabella didn't know it then or expect how this night would change her entire life or break her heart. However, after things quietly went much better than she had thought, she suspected the De Soto's threw around some weight. She did not expect Clay to fall collateral damage to that and, to this day, has no idea that her parents threatened him with real consequences if he didn't stay away.

Isabella struggled but, through community service, found a love for theatre. Once she was done with it and found it more challenging than she could face staying in the small town, she left for the east coast, where she threw herself into the hopes of making it on Broadway.

She made it- her career blossomed, and so did the problems. She didn't think she'd find parts of her in a place she had never really been, but it was a slow rebuild of her heart. Her passion really takes shape on stage.

It was a dream come true, and after spending years keeping a man at arm's length, Isabella let him in, agreed to marry him, and was on the way to a June wedding.

However, the wheel of fate always spins back, and a series of unfortunate events began to pile up. The first was a brutal incident of obsession when a fan broke into her dressing room, resulting in a struggle that left her with a scar on her knee and PTSD that disrupted her career.

A few weeks later, her twin sister was suspected of missing. Weeks turned to months, she still could not face a stage, and her sister had still not returned. Unable to face her demons in the city, Isabella left a letter to her should-be husband and returned home to Half Moon Bay to throw herself into the search for her sister. Half in desperation and half in need of resolution.

QUICK FACTS

She bakes when she is stressed. There is plenty of muffins and cakes in her house right now.

Isabella has a small crescent-shaped scar on her palm that mirrors one her twin had when they promised to never abandon one another.

While she has not attended a formal college, she collects books on topics she is interested in, such as languages and history.

Isabella loves to sing and often sings to herself throughout the day.

Growing up, Isabella felt very alone and collected a group of like-minded people who lived a secret life where they went on adventure thrill-seeking trips. This turned into minor vigilante shenanigans. They would use their collective skill set to unearth some unsavory people's secrets and other "robin hood" esque stunts.

FAMILY

Mataeo De Soto -father: He is a proud and driven man who has taught Naomi her self-worth. Xavier has never allowed her a second of doubt where her worth where he is concerned. This can sometimes translate into believing he knows best and attempting to control her life passively.

Sofia De Soto - mother: Close despite frequent arguments. Naomi feels unseen by her parents. Especially her mother. They swing from high and low, and when she is particularly down, she often seeks out the comfort of her mother.

Serena De Soto- Twin sister, they were very close growing up, but their lives split in recent years, and there were some issues between them. Since she's gone missing, Naomi has returned home to be with her family. She has begun snooping around the secretive life of her sister.

Alejandro De Soto: Oldest of three and often most responsible of the De Soto siblings. He thinks Naomi is frivolous and vain; she believes he is dull and lacks a sense of adventure. He has struggled with addiction since they were young (Naomi has frequently covered and tried to get him to seek help). Despite this, she still has his back.

TIMELINE

Jan 1987 - Birth

August 1992 - Begins school.

1989 - now - dancing

2005 - graduated high school

June 2005 - Meets Clay

July 2005 - October 2011 - Clay

October 2011 - arrested.

January 2012 - Begins community service at 25 years old.

October 2012 - Finishes her community service but continues for a few months at the local theatre.

February 2013 - Moves to NYC to try her hand on Broadway

2013 - December 2022 - In NYC on Broadway

Fall 2017 - Meets Jesse but keeps it casual for a long time until she realizes she has feelings for him.

2019 - Finally gives Jesse a chance, and it's not long before they're engaged to be married, living a picturesque life she could have never imagined

May 2022 - Dressing room break-in

June 2022 - Sisters' disappearance

December 2022 - Returns permanently to HMB

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viviennefonseca · 2 years

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who - vivienne fonseca & her mother (aleyda fonseca)

when - 4 years ago

where - vivienne’s NYC apartment

triggers - depression, anxiety, bad parenting

Suddenly washed in harsh sunlight, Vivienne turns over in bed, pulling the covers with her and landing in the cold space where his body was supposed to be - it’d been just over two weeks. And blissfully, those first few moments after she woke up, Vivienne was able to forget he was gone. The moments were becoming more brief, leading the woman to force herself to sleep the days away until night would come. In the dark, she found herself looking for him in the shadows cast off the city lights. However, the clicking of heels on their apartment floor - her apartment floor made it impossible to ignore her mother’s presence. “Go away, Má,” Vivienne mumbled, bleary with sleep and trying desperately to slip back into unconsciousness before she was stuck remembering. Aleyda Fonseca did not move, her long shadow cast over Vivienne’s bed, and she impatiently waited. When Vivienne did not move, the woman ripped the covers away from her body. Vivienne did not budge, only curling her fingers against her pillow and pressing her face in the plush fabric to muffle a sigh. “Vivienne Palmoa Basílio Fonseca get up. Tremendo Paquete. It’s enough.” Aleyda spoke with finality that sounded more like white noise to Vivienne. Aleyda reached for her daughter, and when Vivienne shrugged her off, the elder woman pinched the back of her daughters arm. Wincing, Vivienne hugged her arms more tightly around her body and squeezed her eyes shut. Not getting what she wanted, Aleyda shook Vivienne’s curled-up body. “This is enough, Vivienne. He was just some man- it’s time to move on.” Aleyda sounded so sure, so hopeful, that it made Vivienne’s stomach churn with how easily she dismissed her pain and the last four years of her life. I would have married him, she thought as anger bloomed against her aching heart.

“ I knew I should have put an end to this before this happened. He’s not worth all of this-” She never said his name, the thought heated her face, and with that, Vivienne slowly sat up. She was bleary-eyed and her face blotchy. Lifting watery eyes up, she smothered her mother with a contemptuous gaze. “Don’t say that.” Her voice strained while looking at Aleyda. Her mother’s eyes raked over Vivienne’s disheveled appearance. Her hair in knots around her head, her face sullen, sleep lines crisscrossing against her skin, creating harsh juxtapositions in her expressions. Vivienne was in the same ratty unwashed pajamas from days ago. If it wasn’t for the look of pure scorn on Vivienne’s face, the picture would have been only sad. Instead, it was sad and angry. Aleyda gave a shake of her head. Her disapproval came off of her in waves. Clicking her tongue, “Don’t look at me that way.” Aleyda made a sound of discontent and made her best impression of someone kind. Vivienne could hear her will warmth into her tone, but even then, the words were punishing. “I told you he would do this- he would let you down because you’re too good for men like him.” Vivienne shook her head, her chin quivering, her cheeks flushing, and she began to cry before she could stop it. “I am not too good for anyone. Why would you say that? Why would you say that to me? We were good. He was good.” Her chest fractured, and Vivienne angrily swatted tears that fell too fast to do anything about. Every waking hour, she felt haunted by the heartbreak. A sob knocked past her lips when she finally exhaled. “He was wonderful,” Vivienne argued, easily defending him in his absence. Aleyda’s eyes widened, “Mi Conejito-” Aleyda’s concern was damning, and Vivienne felt the weight of it as her mother sat on the edge of her bed. On guard, but needy Vivienne melted into her mother’s touch, allowing her to pull her body close. Her head against her mother’s chest, Vivienne cried freely, finding comfort in the arms of her mother. Her sobs were not quiet. The sound got lost in the room they once shared, too empty to not echo back and make her ears ring.

The cries were the kind that stretched from the pit of her stomach and made her feel sick with every breath she’d managed to catch between the tears. More patient than Vivienne could ever recall her mother being, Aleyda rubbed her hands down her daughter’s back, taking every sob that shook Vivienne’s body. “I thought he’d come back. I thought he would.” She made excuses for him, tried to explain. He would call eventually. He’d give her an excuse eventually, and then this could be put behind them, then she could stop wondering why she was not enough. Each sentence came in hiccups between sobs. Vivienne’s voice was drawn out. A thin voice stretched past the tightness that gripped her throat. She was unsure how long she had cried for, only that when the tears had slowed to a steady and silent stream, the shadows of her room had shifted. Aleyda had been constant smoothing her hand down Vivienne’s back. Vivienne’s eyes were heavy, fluttering closed when her mother’s voice shattered the peace of impending sleep.“ You can not waste your life watching that door waiting for him to come back.” Her words were stern, sharp. Her hand stopped soothing and gently taking Vivienne’s shoulders; Aleyda lifted her daughter upright, a pinched frown as she lifted a tangled lock of her hair and dropped it listless back against Vivienne’s shoulder. “All this,” Aleyda gestured to Vivienne, and she knew she’d was referring to her disheveled appearance and uncombed hair. “for a man who didn’t even say goodbye?” Aleyda clicked her tongue, making her mind up. She pinched Viv’s face between her fingers.

“No more.” Vivienne shook her face free. “He had to have a reason. He had to.” Aleyda held a finger to her lips, stopping Vivienne from coming up with more reasons to forgive him without an apology.“ You will not find a reason in this room.” Aleyda picked the brush up from the bedside table and spoke before Viv could protest. “Turn around.” Aleyda gestured with the brush to which Vivienne obeyed and sat with her back to her mother. She was hopeful for silence to be alone with her thoughts and the ghosts of something she’d just begun to mourn properly. However, Aleyda had her own plans. She always did. “You’ll get dressed tomorrow, Vivienne. Come to dinner with everyone.” Aleyda gently brushed the knots out of her daughter’s hair. Viv’s head craned back with the effort to untangle the mess on her head, but she stayed silent as tears continued to slip down her cheeks. “Xavier will be there. He’s single now.” Aleyda continued on praise for Xavier and how they’d make a great couple turned to white noise. Vivienne’s eyes had not moved from the photograph that stuck in the mirror of her vanity. A smiling face of a man whose face she had peppered with kisses, lipstick like a road map of love on his face. Her heart hammered, reminding her of loss. Vivienne tried to recall the last time she had seen him, was she coming or going- their days were so long, a stretch of this or that so tangled and unpredictable that the only thing Vivienne learned to count on was them coming together in bed at the end of the day. “Do you hear me, Vivienne?” She hadn’t; Vivienne looked back at her mother, “Si, mamá. Sorry.” Satisfied, Aleyda smoothed Vivienne’s hair neatly behind her ears. “Perfect.” Aleyda stood and picked her purse from the floor.

“Dinner is at six- please wear something nice.” Aleyda moved to her closet. Vivienne knew she didn’t trust her to dress herself. Pulling an ivory dress from the closet, Aleyda inspected it, “This one. Steam it.” Vivienne cast a glance towards the dress. The last time she’d worn it, He had peeled it from her body and left it crumpled on the floor- Closing her eyes, Vivienne swallowed and nodded. She would not be wearing it. Maybe she’d donate it. “Okay.” Aleyda hovered by the door, her eyes searching the delicate face of her only daughter. Vivienne thought there was more her mother wanted to say. Something soothing, some sage wisdom that would make sense of this hollow, empty and lousy feeling that took up so much space. Vivienne wanted to ask her when it stopped? Was it something that ever did? Wide-eyed, bated breath, she had hope for something reassuring but was only met with disappointment. “You will be okay, Vivienne. He’s just a-” the woman waved her hand, “a passing moment. Let it go and be happy. "Vivienne’s eyes rolled a quiet scoff. Her mother ignored it. "He’s going to be a doctor, you know?” She didn’t have to say Xavier’s name for Vivienne to know he was the rebound she had picked for her, the proper sort her mother wanted for her. Vivienne could not be more disenchanted with the thought of Xavier than if he was a paper cut out. Aleyda plucked the hem of the ivory dress. “He’ll love you in this. You’ll look perfect.” Aleyda offered a smile that Vivienne did not return. She knew perfect meant marriage material. Vivienne wanted no part in it. “I don’t like how it fits.” Viv replied, looking past her mother at the damned dress. Vivienne felt her mom’s eyes on her, picking her apart trait by trait. Flaw by cursed flaw. She could feel her looking for faults. Viv braced herself, her spine ramrod as she expected some thinly veiled cruelty. Aleyda drug her eyes to her daughter’s face, “Shower before you show up tomorrow. So you look somewhat presentable.”

A bitter laugh, and Vivienne clutched a pillow against her stomach. “Yes, that’s my goal. To be presentable so you can feel like you’d done something good for me.” Vivienne’s tone was flatter than she had intended, a dull edge to the sharp anger that pierced through her. Aleyda unmoved adjusted her handbag. “It’s time to join the world again.” Her mother waited for affirmation that would not come. Aleyda pinched the bridge of her nose. “He’s gone. He is not coming back.” She pushed more, repeating more of the same. Vivienne sent her mother a withering stare. “Someone needs to give you the harsh truth.” Vivienne shook her head, “Honesty without tact is just cruelty, mother.” Aleyda clutched her bag, “I hate when you call me mother. It sounds like a curse.” It was. Vivienne felt her tongue poised with anger, “Yea, well, I hate…” She never finished the sentence, falling against the mattress with a soft thump before her vitriol could pass her lips. “You’ll feel better after a shower and some time with your family.”

“Sometimes, I think you don’t know me at all,” Vivienne spoke towards the ceiling, unmoving and exhausted. “I know you best, Vivienne.” Vivienne had never grown used to the juxtaposition between the caring things her mother did and the cool indifference and pretenses that left her to read between the lines. Left with the impossible tasks of coming up with her own translations, usually resigned to never understanding or being understood. The feeling felt impossible to reconcile. The yearning to please her and the desire to go against every belief her mother held. Vivienne shook with the effort to keep from yelling. All the years of her conditional love, of Vivienne begging for her attention, had come to a sharp point. Now she needed her mother more than ever. She needed her to understand that Vivienne’s heart was broken, and dinner and distractions would not heal it. But maybe having her mother understand would help. She never did figure out how to ask her mother for her affection or support. To ask felt too close to begging. She’d rather bite her tongue than ask anything of Aleyda Fonseca. She couldn’t decide whether pride or fear of rejection kept her silent, but the rolling waves in her stomach made way for crestfallen anger. “You have a poor way to show it.” She whispered, wishing Aleyda would once show that she understood her daughter. Even just a little bit. She had only so much hope, it felt spent on days to come, and Vivienne was borrowing against her own heart. When Aleyda only shrugged, dismissing, “Don’t be so spoiled, Vivienne.” Nodding, numb, Vivienne turned her back to the door as she pulled the covers over her head.

“Of course, mother.” She spoke loud enough she’d hear it. Part of her longed for her mom to crawl into her bed and hold her like a child, to run her fingers through her hair, to sing her lullabies. But Aleyda was fleetingly comforting, and even less frequently did she do what Vivienne needed. The brief moments of being held, of her hair being brushed, felt like crumbs to her starving soul. Vivienne was smart enough to know when she would not find what she needed, so she disengaged and waited. She listened as the woman left the room. The only allowance she offered was allowing Vivienne have the last hollow word. The door clicked shut behind her, and Vivienne was left alone with embers of fleeting hope and the promise of dreamless, forgetful sleep.

#para. self #depression tw #anxiety tw #bad parenting tw #ft. aleyda fonseca

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esmeray-demirci · 2 years

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the femme fatale - esmeray demirci

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character inspo: Selina Kyle (the batman) Kat Stratford (10 things I hate about you) Maddy Perez (euphoria), Jennifer Check (jennifer's body), Satine (moulin rogue) Yennefer (the witcher series) & Jo March (little women)

Trigger Warnings: death, cheating, faked death, abandonment, gambling, violence, toxic relationship, bad parenting

Full name: Esmeray Finn Demirci

Nicknames: Es, Esme, Rai

Age: 31

Birthdate: November 7th, 1991

Zodiac: Scorpio

Hometown: London, United Kingdom

Current residence: London, United Kingdom

Neighborhood: Downtown

Occupation: Exotic dancer/artist

MBTI: INTJ - T

Enneagram: 8w9 the diplomat

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Temperament: choleric

+ determined, curious, independent, creative, intuitive, progressive

-deceptive, callous, apathetic, arrogant, combative, jealous, untrusting

ABOUT -

vodka over ice, change in a crystal jar, moon halos at three a.m, merlot red lips, daggers behind her back, a torn canvas with a forgotten face, broken promises, little white lies, and empty caskets laid with lilies and whiskey, things unsaid whispered into pillows and teeth for biting, lips for kissing, lying.

Esmeray Demirci never met the man who fathered her. Her mother was a young woman when she gave birth to Ersmeray and had very little to her name. However, Ceyda Demirci never failed to find a way to provide for her daughter.

By the time she was two years old, her mother had married a lively, loving Irish man who became the only father figure Esme would ever know. He was her dad, and she never knew it any other way. However, as wonderful as Finn Doyle was, he was a notorious con man who lived his life in shades of grey. A fact, Ceyda didn't seem to mind too much.

He took Esme under his wing, teaching her everything he knew. He had no biological children of his own, but Esme was the apple of his eye, and by the time she was in primary school, she could pickpocket any mark without them noticing. No one ever suspected a child.

He taught her how to gamble, how to steal, how to offload goods, and how to cry on cue. He was proud of her and loved her and her mom dearly. Her mom kept Esme connected to her Turkish roots and taught her about their faith, their home country, her extended family, and how her best asset will always be herself.

By the time Esme was nine years old, Finn had adopted Esmeray, and they were as much a family as Esme could have ever wanted.

Their lives felt like one long party. Pouring the perfect pint, singing songs, and dancing with her dad were standard on most of her nights, as was checking pockets of passed-out party-goers to see if there was anything worth having.

Despite the chaotic home life, Esme didn't struggle in school, at least not academically. Children were mimics, and parents were cruel. The rumors about her dad, her mom, and them being "trash" were common among other slurs Esme heard as she grew up. There was no shortage of fights the young girl got into defending her family, friends, and herself.

One afternoon Finn picked her up early from school, a solemn drawn expression on his usually bright face- he had terrible news. Her mother was gone, dead. Little did Esme know that was a lie, told to spare her the truth. Her mother had abandoned them. Good thing Finn was the best at lies and even held a proper memorial in her memory, allowing Esme to mourn the woman who had left her.

She spent the rest of her years taking care of her dad. He never seemed to recover from the loss of Ceyda and grew increasingly reckless in his endeavors until he ended up tangled terribly with a local criminal organization, The Hands. He racked up quite the debts with the organization, for what Esme never knew, never asked, and Finn never told.

Growing up, Esmeray continued to pick up on things. She understood the innate way people worked and learned to manipulate to put herself ahead, to get to where she needed. Art school in Paris was the only thing she couldn't seem to manipulate her way into. All she could do was save every extra cent she made. It was a dream. Finn supported every extra pound he had dropped into her crystal jar.

It eventually felt closer than ever before until collectors came to collect and took the jar and anything else of value after banging up Finn in front of Esme's eyes. She wanted protection after then and knew she needed to fight fire with fire.

She sought out a member of a rival organization, and before long, he was her man, a protector who, in many ways, was more toxic baggage made in an attempt to keep herself and Finn safe from the long reach of The Hands.

However, things took an unexpected turn with Finn turning up dead; accidental death, according to the M.E- Esmeray never bought it and mourned him with equal parts rage and grief.

With his death, she collected everything he owned, including his debts. Suddenly her gig bartending wasn't enough. Dancing was where the real money was. Esmeray got the job and raked in money hand over fists, over half of it which went to paying off her dead father's debts.

It wasn't long before her relationship took a turn she didn't want to come back from, cheating lies, and endless fighting made her feel like dirt- enough was enough. And one evening, after her neighbor came to break up, the volatile argument was all it took for Esme to cut ties with the man- but not his secrets.

QUICK FACTS -

Esme's kitchen glasses are all collected from pubs, restaurants, and other places. She's never bought a single glass.

Halloween is her favorite holiday, and she's happy to see it gaining more popularity here. She dresses up every single year.

TBA

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS

I'll add more to this later/as I think of it but these are also just some ideas I'm open to brainstorming.

People from the Hands she knows due to her adoptive father's debts/the person she meets for regular payments

Neighbors -(01/??) she lives in an apartment in downtown London.

Flings

Marks - people she has conned/stolen from over the years

Family friends

Brat pack - (00/003) her nearest and dearest

#divide : intro.#divide : intro #about #intro #death tw #murder tw #cheating tw #toxic relationship tw #gambling tw #abbadonment tw #bad parenting tw

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aksel-polat · 2 years

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the amaranth - Aksel Isra polat

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character inspo: Minako/Sailor Venus (sailor moon), Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls), Amy March (little women), Buffy Summers (buffy the vampire slayer), Caroline Forbes (the vampire diaries) & Penny Lane (almost famous).

TRIGGER WARNING: criminal activity, bad parenting, neglect, prison, sexism

Full name: Aksel Isra Polat

Nicknames: Sel, Aks (axe)

Age: 30

Birthdate: September 24th, 1991

Zodiac: Libra sun, Aries moon, Cancer rising

Hometown: Providence Peak, Colorado

Current residence: Downtown.

Occupation: Casual musician owner of Vinyl Countdown.

MBTI: ESFP - T

Enneagram: Type 3w4 the expert

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor- Ravenclaw moon

Alignment: Neutral Good

Temperament: Sanguine

ABOUT

Born the second oldest in an insanely wealthy family that resided in Summit Lake. Her father was endlessly busy and turned most of his attention to his sons with his antiquated opinions on gender roles. Aksel's mother was perfectly content living her life as a homemaker/trophy wife.

Aksel's father's life was private, his business even more so, privy only to his associates who came at all hours of the night and her eldest brother. After all, he was being prepared for the day he, too, would join the family business. Aksel's mother spent her time imparting her wisdom onto her daughters, modeling for them the ways of the divine feminine and a life of worldly luxury.

Aksel and her sister were kept busy with all life had to offer, lessons in French, Spanish, German, music lessons, dance lessons, equestrian, fencing, and more. When they weren't being rounded into talented and intelligent women, they were attending galas and brunches and traveling with their mom. However, Aksel was never contented with what she was given. She notoriously coveted the things hidden under her nose and wanted nothing more than to be let in on her dad's boys club.

Often caught with her ear pressed to his office door, sneaking about and trying to uncover his secrets. Picking the lock when he began locking his home office and finding herself in trouble for it every time. Aksel eventually pieced together that whatever her father was up to was illegal. It didn't stop her from wanting to know, all because she was told no.

However, before she satiated her young curiosity, her entire life was upended at just fifteen years old. The FBI came with a warrant, and in one long afternoon, her whole life was swept away, and her father was facing a heavy prison sentence. Aksel attended every court hearing only to uncover the truth of her father's crimes, of the life he thought her gender made her too soft for, unfit to know.

Aksel watched as the case was made. Every crime her father committed laid bare; bribery, counterfeiting, economic espionage, embezzlement, money laundering, and capital murder. The latter, of which the prosecution failed to prove without a doubt. However, Aksel knew in her heart he was more than capable. Alp Polat was facing twenty-five to life, a sentence he could have made lighter if he turned over his associates. He never did.

After everything was taken from them, Aksel's pregnant mother moved herself and her children out to the outskirts of town to Bighorn Hills. The changes began a landslide that the Polat family would never fully recover from. Birthing twin daughters that became the responsibility of Aksel and her older siblings was just the first of many of Beyza Polat's offenses. Without the distractions that came with luxury, Aksel began to notice her mother's sharp edges, her flaws glaring and often turned on her children as time passed. Beyza couldn't be counted on much, but what she was known for left a stain that Aksel never forgave. Volatile fights, binge drinking, and neglect added up to resentment that festered as more and more was put on Aksel's plate.

She escaped when she could with her job at The Vinyl Countdown. Her mentor there gave her the space and tools to practice piano, write songs, and dream. As well as an extra income to help take care of her siblings that felt more like her responsibility. Especially after her eldest brother abandoned them just three years into navigating the new normal.

Aksel knew she wanted more for herself but constantly put her dreams on the back burner to care for her family. All the money she made went into her family's upbringing and paying her mother's bar tabs and fines for various offenses. Selling songs she wrote became her private release, a way to express all she couldn't say aloud; there was a lot. There was joy in hearing her lyrics on the radio. Knowing she was good enough to be heard kept Aksel writing and making extra money whenever the record shop wasn't enough to pay the bills.

In 2020 her mentor passed away, leaving ownership of The Vinyl Countdown to Aksel. The little shop was her safe place growing up, and the first thing she owned since she was fifteen was solely hers. She is incredibly proud of it and is constantly working to improve it and make it more welcoming. Including music lessons and open mic nights, as she makes the place everything she always wanted it to be.

QUICK FACTS

Aksel is in a small casual band with a few friends called Melody Lane.

Aksel adopted a dog rescued from a puppy mill. He is a doodle named ButterCup, and he goes everywhere with her that he's allowed and has a spot at the record shop.

Aksel's favorite movie genre is campy/90s girl power horror, specifically Jennifer's Body, Teeth, Ginger Snaps, and The Love Witch.

She always has music playing at home, and 9/10 if she's walking, she has at least one earbud in. Usually listening to Fleetwood Mac, Cher, The Bangles, or her guilty pleasure 90's boy bands.

Her socks never match.

Aksel volunteers often as possible, specifically in women and youth shelters.

Aksel is a bit of an adrenaline junky and enjoys anything that gets her heart pumping. Such as motorcycles, and she's been skydiving after every significant emotional event in her life since she was old enough.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ warm, exciting, charismatic, creative, sociable, confident

- vain, possessive, competitive, indirectly manipulative, disorganized, seeking approval

#crimnal activity tw #bad parenting tw #sexism tw #neglect tw #prison tw #providence.intro #about

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skyecarrington · 4 months

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Pinterest. Playlist (TBA).

CHARACTER INSPO: Dean Moriarty (on the road), Han Solo (star wars), Romeo ( romeo & juliette), Achilles (greek mythology) & Jack Dawson (titanic)

midnight escape, sleepless cities, a forgotten leather jacket, a collection of postcards with an address that was once home, burning incense, a string of broken hearts and love letters sealed with a family seal, stolen bravado and a trunk full of a life long lost.

FULL NAME: Aurelio Skye Carrington NICKNAMES: Lio, Skye, Carebear AGE: 31 BIRTHDATE: July 23rd, 1992 ZODIAC: Leo sun, Aries moon, Libra rising SPECIES: Heartthrob Omega Wolf ABILITIES: Making you swoon, mixing a dope ass drink, bringing the party and general wolfie boy shit. POSITION: Pack Member PLACE OF BIRTH: NYC, New York CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lunar Cove, Rhode Island NEIGHBORHOOD: Sunny Harbor OCCUPATION: Owner of Bad Moon Brewing MBTI: ESFP-T ENNEAGRAM: 7w8 the oppurtunist TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

+ adventurous, loyal, free-spirited, resilient, charismatic, adaptable, compassionate

- rebellious, impulsive, avoidant, noncommittal, self-destructive, entitled, escapist

TRIGGERS: wilderness schools for kids, bad parenting, child neglect, death, violence, blood

about

Skye's mother was a self-hating witch who married and had a child with a human in the vain hope the child would also be human.

When Skye showed he had abilties she did everything she could to discourage the use of his magic. Including sending him to Wilderness schools where he used the abilities he had to escape and help others at risk escape.

Eventually, his mother conceded under the guise he would not use his powers. To her face, he promised but in reality, Skye loved being a witch and would use his magic for any reason without thinking so long as his mother couldn't see.

He grew up quite lonely relying on his found relationships to fill the void left by his mother's cold nature and his father's frequent absences.

Growing up the closest parental figure he had with any consistency was his nanny, Francesca who he fondly referred to as Frankie. The older he became the more rebellious he was. As a teen he met Dilan and Leyla Selvi when they were robbing one of his family's vacation homes.

He helped them get the best stuff and would often join up with them whenever he could. Graduated high school miraculously, and got into state school.

During his time at college, he met Elif and in a twist of his fate during one of her transformations, Elif attacked Skye. He was so sure he was gone for, a dead man walking. Having survived he had known to a degree what would come next.

He did not expect to lose control and cause the death of Francesca in the turn. Distraught he turned to his mother for help.

She cleaned up the mess but it would be the last thing she'd ever do for Skye- she faked his death, signed his trusts into a ghost charity, and let it be clear he was for all intents dead to her.

Joined up officially with Dilan, Leyla & Arlo traveling all over the globe.

Settled in Lunar Cove, joined a pack to find belonging

Lives each day as if it were his last, making up for lost time tldr Poor little dead(sorta) rich boy who is incredibly charming is born a witch to a self-hating witch mom. During college a fling attacks him and he nearly dies. She a wolf my guy. Will take more than that to keep Skye Carrington down but now he is a wolf and his once a month transformation isn't something he can hide. Not when there is a body count (one but it was bad enough trust him). Mom fakes his death and he goes on the run with his found family eventually ending up in Lunar Cove where he takes ownership of a bar. Takes his life one day at a time. Never takes anything seriously so he can't get hurt. Here for a good time not a long time incarnate.

#lunarcoveintro #intro #about #wilderness scholl tw #death tw #murder tw #bad parenting tw #child neglect tw #blood tw

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Name: Eleanor “Ellie” Jones

Age: 31

Occupation: Waitress at Dolly's Diner

Pronouns & Gender: Cis woman, she/her

Faceclaim: Greta Onieogou

Neighborhood: Eastside

BIOGRAPHY.

TWs: bad parenting, absentee parents, homelessness, pregnancy

Work hard, play hard. That’s what Ellie’s mother used to always say to her when she was a child. That she worked hard, two jobs most of the time, so that they could enjoy life. Well someone must have forgotten to tell Harriet Jones that she was supposed to be playing too because there was nothing in that woman’s world except for work. It was just Ellie and her mother growing up and she never really heard much about her father except that he didn’t want anything to do with his daughter and that was enough for her to know that she didn’t really have a parent who wanted her all that much but she always liked to imagine that he was some important country music star or a producer or something, someone who might someday come back for her. He never did.

It wasn’t that her mother didn’t love her, she was sure that in her own way she did. But she wasn’t the mom who baked cookies or took her kid to soccer practice after school or let her have sleepovers with her friends at the house. Harriet wasn’t the mom who would hold her kid when she was crying and tell her things were gonna be okay, or kiss her goodnight and tell her “I love you”. No, Harriet was the kind of mother who always made sure her daughter had food, clothes, and a safe place to live, but aside from that, she was on her own. It always felt a bit like her mom resented her and Ellie learned to be seen and not heard as much as possible because of it.

The day that Ellie turned 18 her mom kicked her out of the house and said “Good luck, don’t turn out like me.” before she left town and never came back. With no job and nowhere to go, Ellie was terrified. She slept in her car for two months until she was able to find a job at Dolly’s Diner washing dishes. There was nothing to fall back on for a girl with no family to speak of, so she relied on help from her friends to keep her afloat. One day when things were better, she made sure to pay everyone back for their kindness. Twelve years later Ellie still works at Dolly’s but at least now she’s a waitress and the tips help her survive.

Ellie has always been someone who mostly kept to herself because she didn’t want to get too attached to anyone. At least until she met Andy, anyway. He was sweet and charming and made her feel like she wasn’t a waste of his time the way other people tended to. He’d been her favorite customer at the diner for a while before he asked her out and he always made her feel like he saw her for who she was, even when Ellie was still trying to figure that out for herself. She hardly knew who she was so how could anyone else see that? But he did. He saw her and he knew her and that was perfect. All good things must come to an end in her life though and when she got pregnant, things got much harder than she expected them to. Andy wasn’t ready to be a dad and even though she wasn’t ready for parenthood either, Ellie knew she had no choice. But Andy did, and he chose the same one her father did, he left.

When Avery was born, that was when Ellie came alive. Her whole world contained in one little body in her arms. She’d always been terrified that she would end up like her mother, pregnant and alone, which she had, but unlike Harriet Jones, Ellie loved her little girl more than life itself and knew she would do anything and everything to protect that child. She loved being a mother more than anything else in her life.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye and not much has changed in Ellie’s life. Andy never came back to meet his daughter and Ellie never lets her little girl think that she isn’t worth his love. If anything, he isn’t worth hers. She lives paycheck to paycheck and their little two bedroom house in Eastside isn’t all that nice or safe but it’s theirs and that has to be enough for her.

extras.

Ellie has a tabby cat named Hashbrown, Avery named him and she can’t just rename him to something that isn’t dumb.

There are very few people in Ellie’s life who really know her and that’s by design. She doesn’t want to open up her heart to anyone else who might leave her.

Avery is a very smart and creative five year old little girl who can often be found sitting in Dolly’s with her mama while Ellie works. Babysitters are expensive.

#about #bad parenting tw #absentee parents tw #homelessness tw #pregnancy tw

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madelyn cline & she/her/ cis woman ‷ watch out , scarlett danvers has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty six years old and celebrate their birthday on april 11th. they are from salt lake city, utah, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as manager/bartender @ area 51 & casual dj. one thing you should know about them is she has a habit of chewing on ice cubes. ‷

full name : scarlett ashley danvers nickname(s) : scar , danvers birth date: april eleven zodiac sign : aries age : twenty-six gender : cis woman pronouns : she / her / her’s sexual orientation : bisexual romantic orientation : biromantic current residence : roswell, new mexico occupation : manager/bartender @ area 51 and dj

trigger warnings include: (tagged before and after) drug use, alcohol, violence, pregnancy, abortion, bad parenting (just in case).

* BACKGROUND.

only child scarlett was born to already separated parents, lauren saunders and zachary danvers in salt lake city, ur. lauren a pretentious wedding planner and zac a bar owner. the two were together for a year before falling pregnant with scarlett, though split just 2 months before she was born.

scar lived with her mother and visited her father every second weekend and whenever her lauren had appointments or a wedding to attend.

from a young age, scarlett was very generous and sweet; sharing her lunch, playing with other kids nicely, making friends easily with her lively nature. she also, however, found herself getting in trouble for talking back to teachers or reefing scrunchies out of kids hair simply because she didn’t like the look of it. she didn’t understand why she was getting in trouble because to her, she was just helping out ─ they looked better without it.

from mid-elementary to middle school, grandparents and relatives who would also look after scar often tried to encourage her to be less outspoken; to watch what she said, be gentle with others and to be seen not heard ( ew ). tw: bad parenting. her father didn’t defend her actions or dismiss them, tw though her mother was quick to the defence and encouraged her to use her voice and be as bold as she so desired.

as a teenager, scarlett began to see less and less of her father when his new family began to take rank and a lot of angst began to build because of this. she already doesn’t get to see all that much of her mother, especially wedding season, and the lack of attention from her father set something off within her.

tw: drug use, alcohol and violence. she started to ‘ act out ‘ as such; sneaking out, befriending those a lot older than her and encouraging her to do things she shouldn’t, drinking and taking pills, even purposely smacking a baseball with a bat at a senior because he was mean to a freshman. tw.

djing was something that scarlett became interested in in her last year of high school, having been around a couple at some parties she been to. they showed her how to transition songs, bpm, and being able to read the crowd.

after just one session at a house party, scar was hooked and she was sourcing a deck in days.

when scarlett graduated, she did in fact go to college but not for her new found passion. scar got accepted for a physical therapy degree. after taking it up for 6 months, it was evident that it was NOT for her and much to her parents’ disgust, scarlett dropped out to travel ─ starting with a small group of her friends and continuing on by herself.

you can imagine the fun she got up to on a 7 month long trip lmao.

upon her return to salt lake city, scar debated on what she wanted to do with her life and where she wanted to go. she went through a bit of a crisis really about a whole lot of things and it was during this time, scarlett and her mother moved to roswell, new mexico

tw: pregnancy, drug use. roswell was VERY different from slc, but she took it as a new adventure. she was having the time of her life; meeting new people, drinking until her hearts content, getting high whenever she wanted, working as a shop assistant and learning the ropes of djing on the side until finally getting into proper clubs at 21 and work as a bartender. scar, however, had started been sleeping with a fling and ended up pregnant. tw.

tw: abortion. the idea of being a mother petrified scarlett to her core, though she was so torn up about it she made herself sick for weeks. eventually, she made the decision there’s no way she could possibly go through with it. tw.

scarlett didn’t give herself the chance to feel anything; instead instantly bottled up her emotions because apparently that is easier than facing it head on. just turned it off like a switch. or sealed the cap shut, really.

it’ll come to a head one day.

these days, scarlett is happily working at the bar at area 51, gradually making a name for herself and a small following ─ she posts some of her mixes on the likes of soundcloud, snippets on tiktok and playing some gigs. it’s only onwards and upwards for this firecracker !

* PERSONALITY.

scar is a patient person, truly, there are just times she simply turns unexpectedly and with no warning. one minute she’s going about her day, no qualms, the next she encounters a minor inconvenience/etc and she explodes. lashing out with a sharp tongue or even throwing hands, which she is not afraid to do.

she can be a bad influence, evidently.

scarlett can be very sweet. very giggly, cuddly, soft and warm. if she deems you a friend, she will protect you and be there for you no matter what or time of day ( even if she doesn’t know what to say ). she’ll hold your hand just because, buy you a bunch of flowers that she sees because it reminded her of you, beat someone up because they hurt you, even make you a playlist.

she keeps her cards close to her chest, not wanting people to leave or hurt her. it’s a reflex that she leaves first, pushes people away or hurts them before they get too close, because who likes to get hurt? nah.

it’s not often that scar asks for help ( not really anyway ) but when she does, she usually reaches out to those she is closest to.

this woman loves to box, run, pilates, keep active in any way that she can. want someone to go on a walk with? hit her up, she’ll go. they don’t have to talk; they can listen to some beats and keep each other company.

scar has music playing a lot of the time; she doesn’t have to know who the artists are and the genre does not matter (generally). something has to be playing. whether she’s on her way to work or to meet a friend, or even relaxing around her place.

scarlett has to be doing something, otherwise she’ll get lazy and won’t do anything. like lay in bed for three days and won’t wash up or clean up lazy. so she doesn’t fall into this trap ( which she does ) she constantly tries to keep herself going, whether it’s seeing people, yoga ( a fresh, year old hobby ) finding a “fix”, working, boxing, having sex. u know, as you do.

this girl is happy to party in the club, the courtyard, or have a small little get together in the living room. as long as there’s music ( any kind even, her music taste is vast ) she’s happy.

on the contrary, she’s also happy to chill and do jack shit. sit on the couch and chat, or smoke, watch whatever comes on, or not talk at all. or make out for the hell of it, hey, whatever floats your boat. she’d be very happy to simply make out, js.

* PLOTS.

best friend(s): go on, gimme gimme. just two people that mesh together, or small group of ppl! they’re seen together practically all the time, getting up to god knows what, and scar would go to hell and back for them. period !

ruined friendship: friends that slept together, turned into fwbs and one of them got feelings when they weren’t supposed to. along those lines anyway.

fans(?): those who like her mixes, or have seen her in one of the clubs or bars ─ the real icons !

roommate: with the help of her mother, scar has bought her flat but this muse is renting a room off of her. so gimme this pls and thank you.

friends that drifted apart: they met through travels and were so close but now it’s like they’re strangers again, or would meet for coffee every day and it was special but they slowly stopped going, or mutual friends that had a lot in common but those common interests aren’t that interesting anymore; listen the possibilities are endless!

exes/flings: please !! something angsty; something that was sweet. maybe she hurt them by pushing them away, or perhaps it was a “i’m going to lead you on for the hell of it” situation. maybe even a fling that went nowhere. even the fling she fell pregnant to. anything is possible :)

hook ups/fwbs: wbk that there could be a few of these so, do it. current ones, old ones, ones that she never wants to see again but oh no here you are fuck, the i don’t remember you hook up, whatever you desire.

bar/club buddies: people who she sees relentlessly bc of the night-life lifestyle she lives and everything that does with it. u feel?

misc: old neighbours, new neighbours, acquaintances, enemies, old roommates, people she met on her travels, confidant, mentor, crush (old, new and unrequited), let’s just chill and make out, someone who fixes her car, workout/sport buddies, flirtationship, regulars at work where she has their drink made by the time they walk in?

literally, anything. no joke lmao.

#roswellintro #drug use tw #pregnancy tw #abortion tw #violence tw #bad parenting tw #alcohol tw

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Finally getting help (prt 4)

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The bats worked through the night, coordinating and researching everything that needed to be done. Distortion showed up on the camera which they assumed was Vlad trying to get in but he didn’t manage it. After he finished trying from multiple angels including somehow from directly above (well Zatana did say invisibility, intangibility, and flight were the minimal powers they should expect from creatures of the infinite realms.) He turned human again and spent a long time banging on their front door.

He tried to call the cops but commissioner Gordon called Bruce directly to get the full story then told Vlad it could be dealt with in the morning. Zatana was also coordinating people heading to Amity, a full on raid of the GIW, and the Fentons.

Batman and Superman were collecting all the information that the raid team was sending out and workshopping public statements they could sent out to the public and the government about the unacceptable things they had found and the steps the JL was taking to fix it. The government was not going to be happy they knew, with the JL ‘over-stepping’ into their business and actually getting the word out about the atrocities a branch of their government and their pet scientists had been planning. The JL needed to get out ahead of it before the narrative could be twisted against them.

It was first thing in the morning when they did a live broadcast from the watchtower with Batman, Superman, and Zatana telling the world about the parallel world existing harmlessly along side their own, and the way the government tried to exploit it. The atrocities committed under the name of the Anti-Ecto acts with the ignorance of the public as a cover.

It was at the same time that Constantine, Dick, and Cas were raiding the Fenton’s home. Of course they were armed, but so were the bats, and they were used to fighting people who were armed. It wasn’t a particularly hard fight.

A redhead was sitting wide eyed at the kitchen table. “Can’t we just have one normal day!” She suddenly snapped but she was glaring at her parents, standing up and slamming her hands on the table. “First you send Danny away with Vlad even though you KNOW they hate each other and it’s a school day and now this! What did you do to bring the heroes down on us!?”

“I don’t know Jazzybear!” Jack half whined as he was forced into power supressing cuffs to neutralize his minor super strength and sat down in the living room.

“I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding, don’t worry sweetie,” Maddie added, both of them were dressed in jump suits which did not help their supervillain vibes.

“it’s not a mistake mate, you’ve been messing with shit you really shouldn’t. And that portal in your basement is a fucking beacon welcoming a war. You’ve gone unchecked for too god damn long, we’re taking over things now.” Constantine told them before stalking down into the basement with Tim on his heels, Batman would be joining them as soon as they were done their press conference.

Cas stayed to watch the parents and Dick approached Jazz gently. “Hey can I talk to you in private please? It’s about your brother,” He said gently and she stiffened immediately. Looking at him in a way that made him feel like she could see straight into his soul and froze him to the spot. After a moment though she just sighed and nodded, beckoning to him to follow her upstairs, to a room that was probably Danny’s not her own. She sat on his bed and grabbed a bear that had been sitting on the edge, waving for him to sit at the desk.

“So, what do you know?” She asked with a sigh.

“Well, last night Vlad took Danny to a Wayne Gala, one of Bruce’s daughter Cas is really good with body language and clocked that something was wrong so she and one of the other kids got him away from Vlad and out of the party. I guess he really needed some adult support because he broke down and told them a lot, about the Phantom thing, the ghosts and… something you’re not going to like. But first I want you to know he’s safe, Bruce Wayne is a licensed foster parent and he’s taking good care of Danny, you can come live with them too if you want.

“We’re going to deal with the ghosts and the GIW and everything else now, I can’t promise by the end of this you won’t need somewhere else to go. I have a feeling if Batman and the Martian family have anything to say about this your parents will end up in prison for their unethical experiments.”

“As long as Danny is okay,” Jazz said firmly. “I was only staying to take care of him anyway, just get me emancipated and a scholarship for Gotham U so I can study while still being close to him I’ll be fine. I’m almost 18 as it is.”

Dick nodded, she was a smart and driven girl, she knew what she wanted, he could respect that. “Now, the thing you won’t like…” he trailed off and took a deep breath. “Danny is pregnant.”

“What!?“ Jazz blanched, gaping at him for a long minute. “That can’t be right! I mean I knew he was trans but he’s usually only interested in girls, how would he even-“ She cut off her eyes widening. “It was Vlad wasn’t it?” She gritted out with an expression the promised excruciating violence.

“Yes,” Dick said shifting awkwardly in his chair.

“Right.” Jazz said and got up, coldly calm. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.” She grabbed a baseball bat from next to Danny’s bed that seemed to be glowing slightly then marched to the other side of the room, opened a cabinet and pulled out two odd looking guns. Before Dick could say much of anything she had vaulted out of the window and taking off down the street.

“Oh dear,” Dick muttered faintly before heading back downstairs. “Hey Cas can we turn on the news, some sort of local station?” He asked. Cas nodded and searched around for the remote, turning it on to find the channel was already on local news.

Vlad was already on there, talking about how it was awful Bruce Wayne had Kidnapped a local child Danial Fenton, and he could not be allowed to get away with this just because he was rich! But that didn’t last long, they watched for a few minutes before a blur of red hair and blue rushed past the camera.

“YOU TOUCHED MY BROTHER YOU CREEP!” Jazz said as she came out swinging and she must have quite the arm because her first swing sent him nearly flying off the stage. He scrambled to get up as she lunged at him again.

“Now Jasmine you’ve clearly been misinformed, I didn’t do anything-“ His muffled voice was cut off as she swung the bat again and he yelped as she hit him in the stomach.

“YOU GOT HIM PREGNANT! YOU DID THIS! YOU SHOULD BEHIND BARS NOT BEHIND A PODIUM YOU FROOTLOOP!” She shrieked as she swung again and this time he managed to dodge. The cameras following them as Jazz chased him down the street, the sound of his supplications and her shrieking fading out as they became more and more distant.

It took a frantic moment for the camera angle to switch to something else, maybe a drone, which was able to follow them down the street.

“You Don’t UNDERSTAND! I didn’t want to hurt him! I just wanted a perfect son! If he had just agreed to be my son none of this would have happened! When I knew it failed I told him to let them die!” Vlad yelled at her, though that did NOT seem to comfort Jazz at all. She had devolved into shrieking book titles like curses as she chased him with the bat and shot at him with the guns though her aim didn’t seem very good.

Well they had him admitting to it on camera now. As he watched a new actor joined the fray, a girl in a red jumpsuit holding a blaster.

“You did what to Danny!?” She demanded as she pointed the blaster at Vlad.

“Oh cheespuffs!” Vlad breathed, his eyes widening as Jazz trailed off letting who must be Red Huntress take over the chase as Vlad shouted about how he had made her! He had given her her weapons she couldn’t use them against him! Which did not seem to be stopping her.

The camera fuzzed out for just a second and then Valery was chasing a ghost with red eyes and a white outfit. Cas was laughing silently at the show and both of the Fenton parents seemed to be in shock. A few minutes later Jazz walked back in through the front door looking tired.

“Turn that off please,” she sighed as she put the bat down.

“Of course,” Cas agreed and picked up the remote again, turning off the tv.

“Vlad didn’t actually do that, did he Jazzy?” Jack asked softly, he sounded so hurt, as if he had any fucking right!

Jazz looked at him blankly. “How many times have we tried to warn you about him? How many times has Danny told you he didn’t feel safe with Vlad? But as usual you couldn’t see past your own desires. I’m going to go see if the trenchcoat guy needs any help getting into your files,” She sighed before vanishing downstairs.

Dick glanced at Cas, and then followed them, she would have no trouble watching the Fentons and staying quiet whereas Dick felt like he was about to explode. Batman joined them before long and between the three of them they shut the bulkheads on the portal and locked them, secured dangerous chemicals and devices, and downloaded everything they could. There were plenty of prototypes and blueprints, and stuff that could generously be called research.

It was obvious these people were geniuses but it was even more obvious that at some point they had become careless and obsessive. Half of the writing on the blueprints wasn’t legible, dangerous chemicals were not in proper containment, and the weapons were not locked up. Looking at all of this it wasn’t surprising that two of the people they had been involving in their research suffered exposure, it was a surprise more hadn’t. It was easy to tell when Bruce came down he was horrified, it was in the way he froze when he saw the lab, as if his brain was struggling to process just how irresponsible the Fenton parents had been.

“You must be Jazz, it’s nice to meet you. Danny speaks highly of you,” He finally rebooted to say when she waved at him.

“I love my little brother, I always did the best I could to keep him safe from… all this,” Jazz said gesturing at the lab with a sigh. “I wish it had done any good.”

“You did plenty of good,” Dick put in. “Trust me, to a kid having someone care about them can make all the difference.

“All those nights I patched him up after he came back from fighting ghosts. He healed fast but still. I can’t believe… he’s already been through so much and we knew Vlad was up to something! Ellie said she was our cousin but she looked just like him, I should have kept a closer eye on-” She cut off and shook her head. “He’s a good kid, of course if he couldn’t give the babies up, even if it would be better for them if he did. I hope he knows I’d support him either way, I hope he didn’t not tell me because he thought I’d be upset at Him.”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” Dick assured her gently. “Being a big sibling is hard, I know. But trust me you’re doing a great job, better than I did with my brothers,” he said, patting her shoulder. “You can ask him yourself later though. We have a lot to get done today to make sure he’s safe.”

She nodded stubbornly and doubled down on her work, directing them occasionally to where she knew they’d find more weapons or logs. She knew her way around the lab to a disturbing extent.

Bruce and Dick both got a notification from Agent A saying that after a substantial sleep in Danny had woken up and was having breakfast. He seemed worried about the family but he was taking it alright, especially since he knew they were busy people. It did motivate Dick to clear things up as soon as they could so that they could get back to Danny though. The last thing he needed was More stress!

They had plenty of evidence of the Fenton parents breaking the law to call the police and have them taken away which gave them all the time they needed to strip the house. They got everything they could and decided to leave Constantine at the house to watch the portal until they could figure out how to shut it down completely without causing any damage. It seemed unstable so they didn’t want to risk it just now, especially without Danny’s input because according to Jazz Danny had made genuine connections in the Infinite Realms.

They wrapped up this stage of the investigation before dinner after being up for about 36 hours. Of course they weren’t Done, there was still plenty to do investigating the government, how they’d gotten away with this and if they had any other nasty tricks up their sleeve. They’d have to manage any backlash from this unilateral move, and they’d have to figure out what to tell the public about Danny since Bruce would be fostering him. But all that could be done after having a family dinner with their new brother and a nap.

part 5

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