the antarctic idiots [pt. 3] - c!technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 872

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a/n; im doing a poll for this part,, huehuehue, majority wins ofc. this part is a bit shorter than what i normally write for this series, so excuse how short it lowkey is.

“well you two seem to be getting along well.” wilbur grabs yours and techno’s attention, the shit eating grin on his face as tommy looks at both of you with a similar expression.

“will the blade finally get a woman?” tommy teases.

“tommy please shut up.” techno deadpans as you laughed.

“as if i would get with this grumpy man. he has some good stories but i wouldn’t exactly fall for him with those alone.” you said, standing up from your spot to dust yourself off. 

“who you calling grumpy?” techno looks at your with pointed eyes. 

“you. grumpy.” you poked techno’s nose as he huffed, shaking his head rapidly at the sudden contact. “a grumpy old man.”

“i’m one year older than you in piglin years.”

“your point? you’re old.” tommy started to laugh and join in with you on calling the other piglin old. soon you stopped teasing techno, while tommy seemed to having the time of his life since techno seemed like he wasn’t gonna do much about tommy. “okay that’s enough kid. leave your brother alone.” you tugged on tommy’s hair, making the blonde whine.

“no fair! he bullies me all the time! why can’t i do the same?”

“you’ll be able to bully him next time. but i get to do it all the time.” you snickered as tommy groaned.

“i don’t like this woman, wilbur.” tommy looked at wilbur, frowning at him while you laughed.

“it’s okay neither do i.” techno commented. you gasped as if you were hurt by his words.

��how rude! i thought we were friends!” you placed your hand on your chest, moving to lean on the piglin. your head rested on top of his as he was still sitting down. he sighed. he regretted meeting you, just a little bit. “are you sure you’re not a hoglin? you act like one.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he looked at you with pointed eyes. you can sense his growing annoyance as he stares at you.

“nothing...i sense that i’ve made a mistake...” you muttered, standing up straight as you sheepishly laughed.

another late night with wilbur. it was always calming to be with the boar hybrid. of course unless you both were sparring. even if you two were friends, the air was a mix of mystery and comfort. it almost felt like a safety blanket but then you realize the the blanket might not be so safe anymore.

“so... you and techno?”

“just mere piglins wanting to destroy government.” you told him. he gives you a look. he doesn’t believe you. “okay, don’t believe me then.” you huffed. 

“are you really gonna leave after this revolution?”

“yes. i’m gonna leave after this favor. we’ve discussed this.”

“but what if you like it here? maybe when we get l’manburg back, i can reassign you as-” 

“no. i am not gonna join l’manburg once it’s back. i do not wish to engage in being part of it again. it happened, i’m no longer part of it now. i know i’m being rude but i’m speaking my truth.” with every word you speak you can feel how tense the air gets, it was bittersweet teaming with wilbur and tommy once again. 

“why did you leave l’manburg?”

“i already told you. i’m not gonna repeat myself. how many times must i explain why i’m not gonna be loyal to any side?” you sighed. “wilbur, you’re my friend, but i’m not gonna join useless wars.”

cold silence was the only response after your words.

"there was another reason though."

"another reason that shouldn't concern you as it doesn't involve you at all." you hummed as you dusted off your clothes. "my loyalty has already been wasted, i will not waste time pretending to be loyal to something i never asked to fight for." wilbur watched as you unsheathed your old netherite sword, examining the small chips and cracks in the blade while you unsheathe it.

"tell me something, y/n."

"what do i have to tell you?"

"tell me why you never back down from a favor."

"if i told you, you would have to kill me."

it was a calm morning. but of course it would never be calm for too long. more conflicts arose within the smp and that meant that tommy would need your assistance when it came to those conflicts.

"so you got called by tommy too?" you asked the tall piglin. he replied with a growl that was similar to a piglin in agreement. "don't be so tense, big guy."

"i just woke up. i was having a good nap." techno muttered. he rubbed his temples to soothe the voices that were blaring loudly in his head. “death...”

“death!” tommy yelled after techno as you both arrived at the intimidation tower.

“i guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” you commented, snickering at tommy and techno.

“now’s not the time to comment on that! i have a fight to win! you guys will lose! i have the blade and dream.” tommy looked at his opponents as you watched from the sidelines. another fight already? doesn’t he have enough fights to handle already? you thought. “are you gonna fight with us, y/n?”

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║Diluc║Adopted

Requested from Wattpad.

Child, male reader. Completely platonic.

Fluff.

Word count: 2.2k

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You don't know where you came from and neither did he, but that question doesn't linger on for too long, allowing yourselves to enjoy in each other's presence.

He wasn't one to have an interest in taking care of children, but ever since he found you in a woven basket in Wolvendom, he made you the centre of his life.

"Diluc, I want to train today!" Barging into his office, you greet him an enthusiastic- yet loud- morning, slamming the door wide open to create a booming sound that Diluc no longer gets a fright out of. "Can we go outside today? Please, please, please?"

He looks up from his paper to eye your person before returning his attention to the paper. "We can go out today, but it will be to the tavern. I have something to do."

You pout and slumped onto a nearby chair, your ears slightly drooping down like the hybrid dog you are. There were few people who had an animal appearance like you and perhaps that might have had been the reason he was drawn to you.

"I said I want to train, not follow you on your errands!" head snapping up as you whined. Diluc slowly closes his eyes and sighs, quite tired from the work yesterday and the added work today. However, he knows how persistent you were and how you would get annoying by the day that even Adelinde starts to get a headache. With that knowledge, he stood up shortly and looks towards your petite frame.

Your eyes sparkled and a child-like smile forms on your face, knowing what he'll say next. "Did you have breakfast already?" Diluc asks, although it was nearly afternoon, and you nod almost immediately. "Then we'll go out and quickly visit the tavern. Afterwards, we can practise your archery." If he was going to shut you up while doing his work, this method was always effective.

You hop off the couch and rushed towards the red-head, grabbing his hand and allow him to lead the way.

Although he adopted you, he did not put himself as your father on the paper and asked of you to call him by his name only, but that didn't matter to you.

You bid Adelinde goodbye and outside, you took big leaps, excited to get on with archery. "(Y/N), slow down. You'll trip and then we'll fall," Diluc points out, slightly bending as he chases after you, trying to keep up in the light of your steps.

You slowed down, walking at a more comfortable pace. For you, stamina was everything but since Diluc wasn't a child, he couldn't go as fast as you wanted. "Sorry, Diluc."

However, throughout that walk, you did stray from time to time, sometimes letting go of his hand to peek what could have been hiding in rustling bushes. "(Y/N), come back here," he would say, gaining your attention back to his side.

Upon entering the gates, a particular someone just had to show up. "Oho~ Fancy meeting you here, Master Diluc," the all too familiar Cavalry Captain greets, souring Diluc's day. Kaeya's smirk stretched a bit, looking quite smug as his eyes move from him and to your petite stature.

"And good morning, (Y/N). Are you here to run errands with Master Diluc?" He asks with a close-eyed smile, ignoring the murderous aura coming from his brother as he leans down to your level, hands on his thighs.

You nod. "I want to learn how to charge my arrow like Fish lady!" you say with a gleam. Kaeya stares dumbfoundedly at you before finally realizing that you were referring to Fischl from the Adventurer's Guild. "Oh, I see That's some intense training, but I'm sure that you can pull it off." He ruffles your hair and chuckles.

"Sir Kaeya, as a captain, you have an awful lot of time to waltz around lazily," Diluc comments, his grip on your hand tightening, but not too hard that it would hurt. This comment's venom flies by over the aforementioned male as he chuckles, shrugging. "What can I say? I'm sure you're well aware that Grand Master Varka has taken all of my knights. Who am I supposed to captain?"

You mused at the two brothers' bickering silently and see that Diluc's eyebrows were twitching-- most likely from the annoyance his brother is giving him. "But as a knight, you should have at least something to do."

"I do, and that's speaking to (Y/N)," he says. "It is a knight's duty to make sure the people are safe and so, I am speaking with him to make sure he isn't being forced into training by you. You know how wrong that is, don't you, Master Diluc?"

"Tch. I'm well aware. And on that note, I believe you're more capable of doing that than I," Diluc crosses his arms as he spoke. It was getting to the point that your feet were starting to annoy you. Standing still was not something you like doing. "Diluc, can we go now?" You tug on the hem of his coat with your free hand and pouted slightly.

This got both of the brothers' attention and they looked at each other. "Apologies, but we have to go now. You know how children are," Diluc says, feeling quite happy.

"Aw, (Y/N), doesn't want to stay with me?" Kaeya pouts. You shook your head and smiled. "I want to train!" you voiced. Kaeya hums in acknowledgement. "Hm, I see. Then, I won't keep little (Y/N) too long. But promise me you'll play with me next time." He offers his pinky finger and you took it, lacing your smaller pinky. "I promise!"

After that, Diluc tugs you along lightly, not wanting to stay anywhere near the captain, heading towards the tavern to speak with a waited person. "(Y/N), you sit here, okay? Don't stray away." Diluc says and helps you up on one of the chairs outside. You nod, swinging your legs that dangle off of the chair. Diluc stares at you and shows a small smile, ruffling your hair, and then walking off.

You were left alone, but not truly alone as you see Diluc not too far from you, talking to a man who looked wealthy themselves. It was probably a business negotiation of some sort, but you were too young to be bothered by trivial matters that did not involve you.

"Hey, hey, look at him." Whispers. To an average person, they wouldn't be able to hear it, but you weren't, and so, you heard children whispering behind you. It was also evident that they were talking about you as you heard another whisper, "He has doggy ears. I want one."

You thought they would just talk like every other person, but that thought was dismissed when you hear light footsteps coming your way. You turned your head to look down at the other children. There were two boys and a girl. The girl was most likely younger than you and the boys were older-- older than yourself. They look like trouble, you thought to yourself.

"Hey, you!" The first one to speak was one of the two boys. He has jet-black hair and wore thick glasses. You hopped off of your seat and stare at them silently, waiting for them to continue. "Is that thing on your head real?"

"Uh, yeah, it is," you answered, getting off from the chair to have a proper conversation with them. It was a common question asked to you that you lost count of how many times someone came up to you and ask.

"I don't believe it," he voiced, crossing his arms and lookin smug. "Yeah, let us touch it," the second one spoke. Your brows slightly furrows. Who were these kids and why were they suddenly asking to touch your ears? Yeah, sure it was strange and not human-like, but who gave these kids courage to spew words like that?

"Sorry, but they're really sensitive.." you state, your brows slightly furrowing. "Oh, please. I bet you're just saying that because it's actually fake!" Without warning, he reached for your ears and tug it harshly and you yelped at the pain. "Woaaah! Did you glue it onto your head? You're so weird."

"Please, let go." You knew how much stronger you were compared to average children, seeing as you had a vision and was trained to combat and so, you didn't dare use force to get him to pull away, wrapping both of your tiny hands on the wrist outstretched to you. Diluc always reminded you to never harm others. "Please, let go!" you repeated, slightly louder than before. Water started to form on the corner of your eyes the more he pulled on your ears.

In response to your distress, your vision glowed and sent a tiny shock of electro from your hands that held onto his. It wasn't harmful, but just enough to make the kid hiss and stumble back. "H, hey, what did you do to him?" The girl reached for her friend, looking at the hand that had a slight purple to it from you.

And to make matters worst, an older woman came running towards you four, seemingly to be one of their mother. "What's going on here?" the lady asks. "Mommy, look what he did to me!" the boy showed his wrist with tears on his face.

With one look at it, the lady turns towards you. "Excuse me, do you have any idea what you just did?" "I asked him if his ears were real and he suddenly attacked me!" Liar. He was lying, but you had no one to back your claims.

She huffs. "How dare you! How would you like it if someone were to do that to you." She reached her long, slender arms for your wrist. "Where are your parents? I'll have them know how naughty you are." Grabbing your wrist, she tries and drags you from your spot.

"That won't be necessary." Just in time, Diluc came back with the same, glaring-like expression on his face. The woman's eyes widened and with a gasp, let's go of your wrist. "Master Diluc?" she calls.

Diluc looks at the woman and to the children, inspecting the wrist that had been bruised. He had heard the conversation from where he stood and sped up his meeting with the person.

"Tell me what happened?" he asks, eyes returning their attention to the woman. "Well, this brat here injured my child and I was about to look for his parents."

"Oh, really? (Y/N), don't tell me you've forgotten what I told you about using your vision?" Although when he asks this, he already knows the answer. You shook your head. "I didn't mean to hurt them, I promise! They were pulling in my ears and.." Your voice grew weaker into silence, drooping your head down, thinking that he wouldn't buy your excuses.

Diluc sees this and immediately kneels down to your level, putting a hand on your shoulders and gain your attention. "Hey, look up. If you know that you are in the right, there is  nothing you should shy away from," his voice was low and spoke softly to you.

Your eyes brightened up a bit and Diluc smiled-- not showing it though. He lifts you off of the ground, putting and arm under you for support as the other went on your back.

The lady was confused but most importantly, scared. "If you're looking for his guardian, you're speaking to them," Diluc spoke, eyes glued on you whilst the words directed to her. "But before you do that, demand the truth from your son." With that, he walked away, leaving the mother to ask what really happened while he comforted you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bury your face on his shoulders, trying hard not to let a single tear slip. You idolized Diluc for his skills in combat and his ability to never cry and so, you didn't like crying. It made you feel weak and nowhere near to become like Diluc.

"Hey, it's alright." He rubs your back, noticing your shaking body trying hard not to cry. "It's okay to cry, but don't cry for foolish people. You'll just give them what they want." In moments like these, you see Diluc as a father with his comforting words and life lectures.

You hummed and became silent. Yes, you can't cry for those types of people, you comfort yourself. Taking a deep breath, you peel yourself from his shoulders and showed him the smile that he would never admit he loves to see. A smile that gives others strength with the look of fire in your eyes.

"Alright, do you want to train now?" he asks, slightly smiling. You nod, but stopped yourself. "Wait, don't you still have other things to do?" you ask, to which Diluc ruffles your hair with his free hand. "Those can wait tomorrow. I could use some rest right now."

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The dragon and the coward CH. 5

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The dragon and the coward

_ Ch. 5_

The whole marketplace was silent and Tsuna just… couldn’t take it. The stares, the sneering, all the insults that were just waiting to be said. He looked around, saw his tormentors, already on their way towards him, saw the tears his mother shed, looked into enraged brown eyes of his father….. His breath stuttered and then came in short little puffs right before he could only pant. His heart thundered in his ribcage and his vision began to blur. Was this what a panic attack felt like? They were outside but the young brunette felt trapped like never before. Instinct told him to get away, to make time for himself. But as he watched his parents approach he knew that every attempt of escape would be futile. 

As Nana ran forward and crushed him into her arms he just let it happen. He did nothing: didn’t cry, didn’t rise his own arms. He didn’t thank them, for they have done nothing. Then his father joined them. Iemitsu looked calm but his son could see that there was something hidden away deep inside of him. Last but not least even their chief stepped up to them and laid a big but not really reassuring palm on his shoulder. At the moment of contact something inside the boy wanted to pull away. Ever since that time they took his fire, he couldn’t stand the thought of that man touching him. Sometimes it was already enough when he just stood nearby or was in the same room. His inner voice told him that Timoteo di Vongola was to be kept at a distance, at all times if possible. Only his next words kept him in check. “Please take him home. I’m sure that your son wants to rest.”

Just moments later Tsuna was sitting at home with his fluttering mother and still angered father. Shortly after sitting down something broke inside the young boy. He couldn't control the tears that suddenly started to gather in his eyes, couldn’t stop them from rolling down his cheeks and didn’t even try to keep in his sobs. Almost immediately he was wrapped in a pair of arms and he heard slight cursing. It was something like `Damn dragon!´ or even something wirse

While his dear mother thought that this was a breakdown caused by stress, he was certain that it was anything but. Even though it was  Reborn’s only option Tsuna still felt kind of abandoned. And even though his parents were around him, just like all the other villagers just minutes ago, he felt oh so lonely…

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Hours went by before Nana deemed it safe enough to let him out of their sight again. Now he sat in his room, only illuminated by a few candles, and looked at the lone black scale. 

It truly was a little breathtaking thing. 

Even in this poor lighting it glimmered and shone as if the sun itself graced his room. With careful hands and just as careful fingers he turned and twisted the only piece of his reptilien friend he had left. It still hurt, sure, but Tsuna understood Reborn’s reason. Had the dragon taken him away again it could have been perceived as a declaration of war against Nono, and with that against the village. `As if these people would ever fight for someone like me.´

Chuckling at his own thoughts he leant back on his pillows and continued to admire the scale. Now that he had the time to think about it he had to say that Reborn, the oh so feared dragon had been nothing but nice and sweet to him. He took him in, kept him… safe…. And brought him….. home? `Why does this sound familiar?´  There was a sudden prickling in his head. It came so sudden that it almost felt like a physical hit. With every passing second it got worse and tears gathered once again, There was something. Something important, something that he is supposed to remember! Pictures blurred together and different sound mixed. 

Roaring and crying, not to far away. A single name rang through the clearing.

“LUCE!!!”

He clutched at his head, tried to keep it from breaking apart, but the pain just intensified further and further. It didn’t take long before he was whimpering and writhing on the bed.

There was fire and people. The villagers! He saw his parents and his grandpa and he was just so happy to see them! But they looked scared. The young human didn’t understand what was happening. He didn’t know that these wooden things in their hands were weapons, created to hurt the beings that saved him.

Memory after memory flooded his poor mind and slowly it all came back. The fire, created and caused by their best and strongest mages. The dragon's blood, drawn by the weapons said creatures taught them to forge. A white clad figure trying to shield the small body of a young girl while also trying to still reach for HIM.

The next memory took his breath away, teared something deep in his soul and hurt like nothing else ever had.

Tsuna wanted to go back to his new and only friends and saw that said friends were also trying to get to him. In the middle of this disaster stood a brave woman, a mother ready to protect not only her biological child, but also the young boy she had adopted shortly after meeting him. Her usually serene and gentle demeanor turned ferocious and raging.

Fangs bared and slowly turning she growled, deep and dark. “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY CHILDREN!!!”

Tsuna could barely breathe, could barely see. Luce, that was the name of the kind lady in the forest. The lady that took care of him and brought him along. She shielded him even from her own kind. Another ugly sob left his now sore throat when the next flashback hit him.

The entire world stood still when the pure white dragon fell to the ground. Unable to hold on to her draconian form she changed again. Her hat was no longer where it belonged and her usually pristine white dress  was stained with her blood. Almost immediately a black haired man with a fedora knelt beside her and tried to safe her with all his might. 

The other dragons fell into a blind rage and fought even harden and more brutal than before. 

Purple mist shrouded the ground, dark clouds obscured the sun and lightning struck down around the humans. The wind picked up and many soldiers were blown away while Tsuna was the only one not affected. A pale hand reached out again and the small brunette slowly crawled forward, not minding the blood and the dirt or whatever else laid beneath his legs. Big tears drops ran down his reddened cheeks. The last thing he saw was a tired and sad smile before Luce was to weak to stay awake. Right after that followed the cry of two children and the roar of the most dangerous dragons of them all.

Luce…. had died. Because she was trying to keep him safe…

A silent scream tore itself out of his abused throat and even more tears came.

He remembers begging and pleading, doing anything in his powers to stop this useless bloodshed. Remembers himself being carried while reaching for the man with the greatest wings he has ever seen.

“Stop! Stop hurting them! Please stop!”

But no one would listen. He wanted to run, wanted to comfort his newfound family. But before he could do just that, someone grabbed him and pulled him along. He struggled, resisted to the best of his abilities. But no matter how much of a fight he put up, the one holding him  would not ease his hold. That’s the moment when his seal cracked just the slightest bit.

Small sparks crawled along his arms and a familiar feeling welled up inside of him. A small flame flicked alive on his forehead, unsteady and fragile. He struggled even harder now, his unknown intuition telling him to hurry and to help the mythical creatures that took him in.

When another soldier raised his sword, ready to cut down the girl still mourning for her dead mother, flames burst forth and burnt him to nothing but ashes.

In the same moment he released his magic power his captor let go of him, also burnt by the heat of the flame. Once his small feet hit the ground he ran in the direction of the others, meaning in the opposite direction his parents were in.

Panting for air Tsuna was ready to fall into unconsciousness. His sweaty and cramping hands slowly slid down until they were resting on his thrumming heart. He wanted to sleep, wanted to process all this memories, but he knew: there was still something missing. One last puzzle piece to complete the picture. Slowly closing his still stinging eyes he tried to calm his frantic breath and relax. One last memory.

One week has passed and Tsuna felt out of it.

He still heard the roaring and crying, still had nightmares and woke up screaming. It went as far as him refusing to sleep altogether. There was always someone with him, at all times and everywhere he went. It was unnerving, even for a child like him.

But one day his `caretaker´ refused to do his job and the brunette saw his chance. Silent as the black dragon showed him, he snuck away. His feet knew the way to the forest, to his `Home´ and carried him there without fail. But where once stood big trees and fresh green grass only burned earth remained. So much black….

Deep inside the clearing sat a man. A man with a long black tail, big and amazing wings and a black fedora on his head. Reborn.

Blazing yellow eyes snapped up, but softened at his flinch. They both knew that their time was limited, so without any words the dragon took the boy in his arms and carried him even deeper into the woods. The child clutched at the strong back and shoulders and Reborn held him tight and secure. Once at their destination the boy was put down.

Everyone had gathered, some as dragons, some as humans. They all stood around a artfully decorated grave adorned with the most beautiful flowers the young human had ever seen. Luce was the name that was carved into the stone. That was the last time for quite a while that they would be together like this. And they made the most of it.

Together they took the small child in their middle, where he was joined by Aria, and together they mourned. Gentle rain fell upon them and a small breeze ruffled their hair. Two children that mourned their mother and a group of friend and comrades that mourned for their friend and leader.

One last tear slid down his face before the fatigue overtook him.

Tomorrow would be the day of change and the day he would finally get answers. THAT he was sure of.

_TBC_

Introducing Sid Miller !

T H E   B A S I C S

NAME :  Siddharth Miller

NICKNAME :  Sid

AGE :  38 Years Old

BIRTHDATE :  November 30th, 1981

OCCUPATION :  Owner of Scorpion Studios & Street Fighter

OREIENTATION :  Heterosexual

MOTHER :  Ingrid Miller 

FATHER :  Owen Miller

SIBLINGS :  Two Sisters 

PARTNER :  None 

CHILDREN :  A daughter (21)

HEIGHT :  6′2″

EYE COLOR : Dark Brown

HAIR COLOR :  Darkest Brown

RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES :  Stubble or a slight beard at all times, 

TATTOOS :  TBA

B A C K G R O U N D

TW : PROSTITUTION, DRUG ADDICTION, CHILD NEGLECT

Born in San Bernardino, a string of misfortunes followed Siddharth in his early years of life. His mother was a prostitute and druggie, ‘owned’ by a a pimp whom she was paying off her drug debt to though really only falling deeper into the hole as he encouraged and facilitated her addiction more. Sid was born a few weeks early and not exactly the healthiest considering his mother took a fix over a proper meal for herself and her growing baby more often than not throughout the pregnancy. The years as an infant he has no memories of he can’t speak for but his earliest childhood memory was waking to find his mother hurt and fast asleep, not waking up no matter how loudly he wailed. Sid had been just four years old when his mother was beaten to death by some faceless john.

The other women his mother ‘worked’ with tried looking after him rather than leaving him on the streets. This was only because the pimp they worked for had other plans for him. By the time Sid was maybe six or seven he’d already more grown up than most kids have to be, he already had to worry about how he was going to eat any given day, how he was going to avoid a beating, and just how to survive another day. It made him smart and quick on his feet. One of his regular gigs was pick pocketing, and passing on information about the happenings of the area his ‘boss’ had him at. That day when he’d met his would be father, was the first time he’d gotten caught while trying to slip a sizable bundle of cash from a harley side saddle. When faced with the hulking man, the VP of the Devil’s Disciples, cut and all, Sid stood his ground. He showed no fear, and even attempted to stab the man in the femur to make his escape.

Owen Miller was impressed by his show of force, and bravado. He asked if he was living in the streets, and after some resistance he admitted that was close enough to the truth. He hung around them through the duration of their stay in the area. Come time to return home, Owen asked him if he wanted to come with, with the promise of a less shittier life in Charming. With nothing to lose and harbouring growing respect for him and the other bikers with the way they carried themselves it was an easy answer. And that is how Sid landed up in Charming all those years ago. Owen with no kids of his own at the time though newly married, officially adopted him a year later. Sid can’t imagine his life going any better, he’s never once regretted his decision to go with him.

Having pretty much worshipped his father from day one, the club was always Sid’s biggest aspiration, so much so that he chose to give up other opportunities for it. Always a brawler, Sid took up wrestling in high school and did really well in it, so much so that his coach began giving him MMA lessons on the side, in hopes to prepare him for the pros. His senior year he was already eighteen as he’d been held back a year when he was younger since he’d missed kindergarten and first grade. That year along with wrestling championships, and beginning to prospect for the club, his coach was having him get a feel for the minor leagues. Managing all three of those with some semblance of a social life he was run ragged. He’d be done with wrestling once he graduated highschool, but he knew things would only get more intense if he stayed the course for fighting pros, he might even have to leave Charming for extended periods of time. The choice wasn’t hard. He chose the club, his family, and his town over a shot at the pros.

His dedication and loyalty to the Devil’s has taken precedent over nearly everything else in his life, he likes to say he’s married to his cut when asked why he never took the plunge. Outside commitments were never really his strong suit, the one time things did get a little serious he ended up breaking things off when she nearly got in the line of fire, he chose to run from the possibility of ever carrying such a guilt on his conscious and made sure to keep things simple from then on. The shorter the romp the better. He has his flaws but doesn’t have a bad heart and has never tried to intentionally hurt someone, or make false promises he knows he has no intention of keeping. 

A bit of a crazy bastard, Sid is pretty reckless with his own safety at times, always the first to put himself on the line of fire, out of love but also the thrill he gets out of the chaos. He wouldn’t think twice before taking a bullet for any of the guys in the club or anyone in town for that matter, he has plenty of love for the small town and it’s people. His overall laidback demeanor makes him pretty accessible, and people never hesitate to come to him if they ever have a problem big or small. In his late twenties he took over ownership of the Tattoo parlor in town, though no one should ever trust him with a needle in hand. He has little to no artistic talent and gladly leaves the day to day run of the shop on his crew. The investment just made sense to him at the time and he learned quickly he has a knack for the business management side of things. At one point he got so into his role that he even took a certification course at the community college for it.

Now and again you’ll still see him in a ring, far from the pros but still a force to be reckoned with. Overall he’s pretty chill guy, with a wicked sense of humor, maybe a little too comfortable with violence and throwing himself into any fight without a thought for his own wellness. Though still a decent man with morals, and deep love for his family and community.

W A N T E D   C O N N E C T I O N S

Close Friends - People outside the club he’s tight with.

Sponsored Prospect - Could be someone whose currently prospecting or has already been patched in as a member. He would see this person as almost a protégé! 

First Love - The relationship I briefly mentioned in the bio, the first person things were getting a little serious with until she almost got hurt cause of some club business. He ended things right away citing it could never work out and she’d be better off, and that was that. It’s probably been at least 6-10 years since that relationship ended.

FWBs - Casual, friendly, and most importantly mutually satisfying. Only rule to keep things going is not to catch feels.

Past Flings - Some scorned lovers maybe? Or amicable, and anything in between it can be as dramatic or chill as you want!

Literally anything, just hmu and we can work something out!

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The tale of Friendliest Wednesday

A friend made a custom game modified off of pathfinder, it was set it it’s own unique universe and they were keen for us to flesh it out with broad character backgrounds. I think I went a bit overboard but here is my most recent character and his back story +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Alexander C. Wiltshire was once a young man as all men have want to be at a time in their lives, always tall, always lanky, hair of coal black and eyes of a washed out blue/grey that speaks of his poor sight. Unremarkable through his early years he strived for academia, being slight of frame and clumsy never lended itself to activities of a physical nature which was only made worse when, on one very rare occasion of high interest in his younger years, his right leg was permanently hurt after an incident with some form of new motor vehicle. Through his injury he now walks with a metal brace down his leg and the aid of a cane. Years go by, life is uninteresting, his leg aches in the cold, the coal colour of his hair and beard gains streaks of iron, he spends his day lost in books at his position as a Librarian working closely with the director of the First national library of the city of Arcaria, A city of industry and science made of stone and metal, a city on minds developing machines and with the spark that one day the machines will one day have minds of their own, in the country of Vinland, a region still young but full of potential for growth and power within the world, bringing in rare books and maintaining the older ones to ensure they are preserved.Due to his nature and job Alexander didn’t start a family till much later in life until he encountered the lady Lillian Van Der Zee, A collector who the library had purchased from, she had picked up collecting from her father and on his death, carried on his legacy through the inheritance he had left her. She had agreed to provide one of her rarer tomes to the library that Alexander worked in but was only comfortable delivering it herself. They connected and grew their relationship via letters until, occasionally meeting as Lilly traveled in with books for him. After a couple of years passed they agreed to wed and were very happy. A year into marriage and Lilly was pregnant, both were delighted although of an age older than most would expect to sire children, Alexander in particular had reservations and his physical capabilities to provide for his family as he aged but also with the limitations of his leg. He took to the one refuge he had that might have answers to his ailments, books, starting with medical journals he found no real respite from his woes, it was one night, as he was doing this that a late delivery came in, a book he was not expecting, it was just waiting on his desk. The book had no name or title but spoke of the power of words, how writing could change the living world if the right will and process was followed. Alexander was dubious though he considered that wars were fought and lives saved by the words written by others and he was not so sheltered to have not heard of some of the stranger goings on that appear in the papers on occasion, He was very aware of the penchant for seances to be held by the upper class and fortune telling and tarot were particularly in vogue at the moment. Over the next few weeks he read the book cover to cover while also trying to find any kind of reference to it elsewhere but to no avail, his wife had not heard of any such book with no title or name though she did warn him that there were tales of books that would only lead to tragic heart break. He assured her he’d be careful but the book seemed simple enough, almost like it was just someone's home book of remedies and tricks, maybe a family book handed down with some simple tasks such as those with recipes and medicines for various things it’s just this one focused on words. It finally came to the point where he decided to try it, there was a simple set of instructions to repair torn material, he took the book to the workshop in the basement of the library and used it to mend a tear in an old book cover. He laid out the pieces, inscribed the words across the broken pieces and marveled as it stitched itself back together as if some invisible force was sewing it up. In another place, somewhere unseen except for those in their dreams, a bright light flashes and things stir. It had worked, it was so simple, his words had changed something in this world, he felt elated to the point that he didn’t notice the faint murmuring happening that for some, might be confused for people talking in the upper floors despite the fact it’s well past closing and the building should be bare of any souls bar the lone security guard who watches the slumbering tomes through the night. He whistled home that night, he was the happiest he’s been in a long time, he laughed and joked and stayed up much too late reading stern and serious plays in silly voices with lilly, he was going to be able to give her and their eventual child the things they need and it was as simple as writing it down.As their child grew in their mothers womb Alexander would try more complex things, repairing a broken lamp, getting it to output more power, one made a book in an unintelligible language to him become legible but nothing he could find and nothing he tried would fix his leg or offer him any kind of new found strength at least, not until he found a new page. He didn’t understand where the page had come from, he had read the book cover to cover many times yet there in the back, was this new page of things to empower the human soul, maybe it had been stuck to another page? Maybe he had misinterpreted it’s meaning originally but here it is, the answers he needed, the power he needed, the power he wanted. He refused to stop and think that maybe this was no longer about his family, that maybe he had a chance to not be ordinary, to not be boring, to have power but maybe he should have. One month before the birth of his child he set out to change things, late in the library, sequestered away he began the process, he inscribed the characters upon his arm as the book told with the inks it instructed, he had spent weeks practicing to make sure he could get them down perfectly with his left hand and as he put the final dash on it light up as if on fire and for a moment, half of him was standing in a library basement, alone, quiet, safe and the other half was somewhere...else, it was dark, there was movement and he was a light in the middle of it, there was screaming, his own? There were so many sounds? Words? As he felt his very being rendered bare and something filled his soul. He was alone, lying on the floor, what had happened, his leg still hurt, he felt weak, his arm burned, the characters will still there. He failed, he went home, he didn’t face his wife, he bathed and slept. The next day is when the voices started, many distant, one close, he couldn’t understand but they clearly weren’t from the people around him, even if he plugged his ears they were there and in fact, louder. His failure had been something elses success. He kept reading the book, no answers could be found and the new page was gone, the whispering worsened. After everyone had gone home for the night he remained behind, he stole away a small amount of whiskey from the director's office to calm his nerves, there was a knock. No one was at the door. There was more knocking, it was coming from somewhere close. The knocking became more frequent. It’s coming from the book? How? He reached to open it, something deep inside, something not him felt scared, he broke out in a cold sweat, everything that was him and not him screamed not to do it, Alexander clenched his fist and with his other hand made a very unfortunate choice, he openned the book. The pages became windows, there were things, they had appendages, some had eyes, others did not, they wanted out. Knowledge came to his mind, some kind of spell? It was like the letters he’d been doing but different, it was for binding, the characters formed in his mind, he drew them in the air and they tore through the air in front of him as if burning them into paper with a hot ember. The book closed with great force. Something in him knew the book was important, he grabbed it and put it in his bag. The whispering was still there, they wanted many things the most prominent being his wife and child, they wanted a vessel, this could all stop if he just did that, they would be so strong if he let it happen, they’d never be wanting, always safe, they would rise up and take places of great power in society, people would respect them and Alexander could make it all happen. Alexander ran (or at least, as best he could with his leg), with nothing but the belongings he took to work, he ran for the nearest harbour, he had made so many mistakes, The nearest voice said it could help him and his family, it could make the whispering stop and it didn’t even need his family, it just wanted some more books, nothing more. Alexander didn’t listen, he boarded a boat, he didn’t know where it was going, all he knew is in his bag every now and then, there was more knocking and with every knock he remembered what he saw trying to come through with a great and mighty fear. In the darkest and quietest nights of his travels he wept, wept for his family, he wept with rage, he would stop this, he planned, he would find everything he can to help him right this and do what it takes to keep his family safe, he would forego his right to his happiness with them for now till he could right his wrongs. He traveled and did what he could do best, he learnt, he learnt that names have power so he adopted the name friendliest wednesday for what power does a name that is not a name have?He learnt about parallel worlds and the things in them, he found more nameless books and procured them by whatever means he could though he was unsure if this was in hopes of a solution being found or a drive instilled in him by that one voice, the one that seemed to come from within and lastly, he learnt that that voice, the one nearest could offer him powers when things were tight, when his back was against the wall, when he might fail and it felt good to take it every time and that scared him more. He also developed a curious habit, one he was not fully conscious of, it is uncertain where or when he picked it up or if he ever did pick it up himself but he had come into possession of it nonetheless, the item was a small puzzle box, each side a different series of things to manipulate and in his moments of most deep thought his hand, as if guided by some unseen force would start playing with it and trying to solve it. People seemed to assume it was just a nervous habit and so it goes rarely, if ever brought to his attention. For his travels he mainly stayed solo, mostly out of paranoia (what if he was just losing his mind, what if this was all a fiction of a mind lost to the banality that was his life but also paranoia behind the fact that it might actually all be real, the mark on his arm was actually still there, he did see those things, he does in fact hear those things.) It was in such a state on a vessel for one leg of his journey that some much need compassion was found in a doctor by the name of Florian. Florian offered Alexander a tonic to calm the nerves and quiet the mind and for the first time in a very long set of travels, he felt at ease for a period and of deep gratitude to the doctor. They spoke of lives they may or may not have lead in the past and both gave evasive yet understood answers about where their travels were taking them and why and upon parting Alexander pressed that should Florian ever need anything they need to just ask as Alexander was deeply grateful for even that brief moment of peace and companionship. Through his travels he began to hear murmurs of other peoples who interacted with other worlds, ones that purposefully sought out connections to places Alexander felt, should very much be left alone. It took much effort and a lot of dredging through rumors and dead ends but eventually he found one, one of the people known as an Ombyr. The Ombyr he met was old, very old but his eyes were alert, sharp, it was clear his physical form was failing a strong and very active mind. His name was Zolin and as soon as his gaze fell on Alexander his voice, sounding as though it was full of dust, greeted Alexander as a fellow Ombyr. Zolin’s english was limited but he was able to impart some knowledge, Alexander had a passenger in him, another being who now shared his experiences, this had been a practice not often seen in the modern world but regaled by certain cultures, Zolin’s being one of them. Zolin urged Alexander to not fear this bond but to embrace it and to Alexander’s dismay, offered no knowledge or means to release him from this bond, only looking confused when asked about it though it was uncertain if this was because of the language barrier or the perceived ridiculousness of the question. Days passed after that meeting and Alexander could not shake the discomfort of the idea of something sharing him, sure, he had suspicions about it previously but to have it confirmed made it real and yet, there was also comfort, he wasn’t alone and that feeling stirred a sense of gratitude from something inside that wasn’t him. Alexander’s resolve was shaken, was he mad to run away on this silly quest? Has he been fearing the wrong things? Should he have just embraced his fate with this...thing? He could be with his wife right now if he did, gods, his child would have been born now, what name had they been given? Do they know anything of her father? Are they being well cared for? Has his wife moved on? Would she welcome him back? Or would he be cast out? Should he stay away? Should he embrace the life of being an Ombyr? What do Ombyr’s even do? He didn’t even think to ask Zolin… It was this process that led him to try and communicate with the presence inside him, he couldn’t go on anymore with this unknown passenger but how? He tried speaking aloud but no answer came, just a sense of confusion and embarrassment at talking to his mirror. He didn’t really know what else to try, perhaps he would go see Zolin again. He felt wary and lost and without much thought pulled his journal out and opened to a blank page “Who am I to deserve such a fate” and as if in response a picture emerged on the next page depicting him in the very moment in the library, the moment where this all started. He sat in disbelief, staring, then he felt angry writing “you infer this fate is my making?” in the book, the image vanished and he felt alone again, He wrote “are you friend or foe?” images of calm fields and warm houses with tindering fire places came to the page, they felt safe, Alexander had found how to infer meaning from the thing inside that is not him and although tricky he would learn from this as books are forever his allies and maybe now, he could get some answers. Through this haphazard form of communication, Alexander with his words and what he had come to call Tarcus’s pictures and tenuous bond was formed, One where the space for which Tarcus occupied now offered power in return, Alexander only had to ask but there would always be risks. His journeys continued, still fearing the things from the other place but feeling more secure with his chances of facing them and with that he finds himself in some town known as Thrushmore on the heath, holed up and drinking at a local establishment with someone he had just met but seemed to share similar fears and woes and where unlikely allies may be found.

Flashback (sort of): Persephone Strickland

Trigger Warning: Mention of assault, mention of abortion, mention of miscarriage

Admin note: I do not take the character's deciding process lightly. If there's any part of this writing piece that doesn't sit well with you or you think could be written better, please don't hesitate in messaging me. I do not want anyone feeling offended or triggered in any way. Also, I’d like to give Jessamine’s admin a writing credit for helping me. -C

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Persephone stood in front of the sink in the bathroom she shared with her roommate. She was staring at herself in the mirror. Her shirt was raised exposing her stomach. It had just a slight roundness to it. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the confirmation that she was having another baby. She hadn’t needed to see her stomach to know. Not when the last couple of days she was exhausted but couldn’t sleep, nauseous all the time, and her emotions were all over the place. The memory of her confirmation was fresh on her mind.

Christmas day, her birthday, she went to the infirmary to get a test. The nurse gave her a judgey look as she handed the test over to the blonde. Seph hurriedly walked back to her room and to the bathroom. Several minutes later, she stood in the bathroom after she took the pregnancy test. The minute she had to wait felt like a lifetime to her. She paced back and forth, her eyes darting to the test every couple of seconds. When the minute was up, Seph picked up the test. Positive. It was positive. The blonde leaned on the sink for a support. She was in shock for she knew how this baby came about. Her fingers curled around the edge of the sink in a tight grip as hot angry tears formed and started to roll down her face. She was pregnant by the monster that assaulted her, that took her life, that broke her.

“Seph?”

A light feminine voice sounded from the doorway. Persephone’s head whipped up to see her roommate, Emery, standing there. With a deep breath, the hybrid stood up straight and wiped her eyes. Clearing her throat, she finally responded. “Hey, Em. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

The younger blonde looked up at her with concern on her face. “It’s okay.” She paused taking in the distress that the older female was displaying. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Seph shook her head and wiped her eyes again. “Nothing. I’m okay. I’m just ‘in my feels’ as you kids call it.”

Emery gave the woman a look before sighing and moving closer to her. “Persephone, whatever it is, you can talk to me. You’ve become like a sister to me since we started sharing the same room.”

It took a minute for her to respond, but Seph let her walls down for her new sister. “I never told you completely what happened to me.” She pauses and took a deep breath. “I didn’t lie when I said I was tortured to death. I just didn’t want to say how... I was raped by one of the guards.” Seph looked down at the floor, not wanting to see Emery’s shocked and horrified reaction. “And after I got free, I completed my transition by killing him. I thought maybe it would make the pain easier, knowing he had paid for his crime.” She shook her head, more tears falling down her cheeks.

“Oh my God, Seph. I’m.. I’m so sorry,” Emery started.

A sob erupted from the older female’s chest. “I can’t ever escape him. He’s in my nightmares, his blood runs in my veins, and I’m carrying a small part of him.” That was the first time she was able to admit she was pregnant, and as she realized what she said, Persephone looked up at Emery.

“I was a science experiment in a way. My conception took place in a petri dish, so the scientists could change my necromancer genes.” Emery explained, ringing her hands. “My mother just wanted me to be normal, but her love for me never wavered when I grew into my powers. She loved me so much that we never had a stable home so that she could protect me. She protected me even from my biological father, the monster he was.” The younger girl took the hybrid’s hand. “From what I’ve seen, Seph, you’re a wonderful mother. Your son loves you so much, and so will your new baby. He or she will think you to be so brave for what you went through and for seeing that they were happy and healthy.”

A soft sniffle came from the older female. “Em.. I don’t think I can have this baby. I just… It hurts.”

Emery nodded in understanding. “Have you thought this all the way through? I can only imagine how overwhelming this is.” She paused as Seph shook her head. “Give yourself some time to truly think about it. As your friend, I will support whatever choice you make, but I don’t want to see you rush into a decision.” The necromancer gave her friend a small smile.

Seph took a deep breath, her emotions calming. Emery was right. She shouldn’t rush into this when a tiny sliver of her had hope and wanted to raise this child. She pulled the younger girl into a hug. “Thanks, Em.”

They pulled away from each other after a moment. “Of course, Seph. I’m always here for you if you need me.” The little blonde squeezed the hybrid’s hand then turned around and left the bathroom. Seph remained standing there, Emery’s words settling into her mind.

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Two days later and Emery’s words still rung in her head. Later that same evening, she and Emery bonded more and she gained more insight of the necromancer. She understood completely what Emery went through. She had lost TJ for over 200 years till she met the woman who was able to bring him back. Seph warred with herself still on the decision. Her reason seemed logical to her. It wasn’t because she didn’t want another baby. If the act had been consensual, her pregnancy would have a more positive tone around it. How was she supposed to raise a child that would be a constant reminder of what happened to her? What if she resented her child for existing? She couldn’t go through that; she couldn’t put her unborn child through that. Of course she considered the other option beside the blatant two. She could have the baby and let it be adopted or see if Annabelle or Isobel or any one of her friends would like to raise it.

She was lost in her thoughts as she walked down the hallway to Mark’s room. Maybe her little brother could provide some insight on what she should do. She reached his door and knocked on it gently. She heard a quiet “Come in” from behind the door, and she pushed it open to see her brother rocking his son to sleep.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mark. I can come back later.” Seph turned to leave, but his words stopped her.

“Nonsense, big sister.” Mark moved and put Tristan in his bassinet. “Please come in. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. How are you?”

She walked further into the room after shutting the door. She took a seat beside him and let out a heavy sigh. “I…” Her gaze went to the floor and her hands fiddled together. “I’ve been numb, if I’m going to be honest. I thought if I could numb myself from the tragedy and the pain that I could move on with my life and cope. But I have constant reminders.” She finally glanced up at her brother.

Mark looked at her concerned. “Persephone, I’m not going to say I know how you feel because I don’t. I have never gone through what you did. And I have no words to comfort you, not that they would. But I believe you can overcome this. You are so strong and so good that I have no doubt that you can beat this.” He gently put his hand on hers.

The female’s eyes filled with tears and held his hand tightly. “Mark, I’m pregnant, and it’s that monster’s baby.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what to do, Mark. I’m terrified.”

The male vampire remained calmed. “Why are you terrified?”

Her hand went to her stomach on instinct. “I’m terrified that if I have this child that I won’t love him or her like I do TJ because of who fathered them. I’m terrified that I’ll resent them for being a reminder. But I’m also terrified that if I end this pregnancy, I know I’ll be making a huge mistake. I’ll be ruining two lives.”

Mark stayed quiet as his sister spoke, a thoughtful look on his face. “Persephone, the fact that you feel so terrified of those things proves that those things won’t happen. I don’t love Pixie or Roseclear any less than Tristan because they aren’t mine. Those three and their mother are my world. And I know that you will love this child more than anything, and I think you’ll do anything to give them the life they deserve.” He moved his arm around her in a hug. “Now, this is your choice. And no matter what you choose, I will stand beside you. But you’re already a great mother to TJ and this baby will be no different.”

Seph settled her head on his shoulder as she wiped away her tears. A wave of peace came over her. Maybe she could do this. The more time she took to consider, the more love and attachment formed her unborn child. The blonde placed a soft kiss on her brother’s cheek. “Thank you, Mark.” The pair sat there watching Tristan sleep. Deep down, she had decided that she was going to keep her baby. Mark and Emery were right, and if it was the last thing Seph did, she would make sure TJ and this new baby would have the life they deserve.