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orbmanson7 · 2 years

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So I'm bored and here's my theory about the dhmis TV series here we go (spoilers ahoy)

The three guys aren't the actual main characters

There's clearly a bunch of hints to something deeper (that could all easily be macguffins or red herrings, but still) underlying the show, but only a couple of parts REALLY stood out to me while watching the six episodes

First off, in the 2nd episode Death, the lamp talks to the yellow guy and says that his personal belief is that when people die, they go to the center of the earth, or at least below the surface, and they are expected to put on a performance. If they do a good job, they get money for it.

Honestly, I think that's it. Like, I think that's what's going on here, but I don't think Red, Duck, and the yellow guy have anything to do with it. I think the teacher characters that appear throughout the show are people who have died and in order to get some sort of reward, they are being required to put on a performance, and the three guys are just unfortunate guinea pig audience members. I don't know the significance of them supposedly earning money as this reward, but hey, maybe it's a river styx situation or something?

Anyway, whoever is running this show, the ones expecting these performances from these random objects singing and teaching and whatnot, whoever that is, they don't see Red, Duck, and the yellow guy as characters, just test subjects, guinea pigs, or just an audience for these performers. So much so that they're replaceable

In the final episode, there's a part where the yellow guy reaches the 'bigger boys room' and they show him that they are conducting an experiment on a lesser lifeform and subjecting it to what is essentially torture. They mention "there's no point learning about something without putting it to use" which could very likely have a lot to do with why the 'teachers' we see are all performers. When the yellow guy asks them to stop their test, they refuse and continue to torture the experiment subject. Deliberating on the purpose of their test, the other two say they don't know anything about their test subject at all, to the point that they can't even assume to know what emotion it may be experiencing or if it's enjoying what they are doing to it.

With my theory, I think that's most likely the representation for not just the three characters, but potentially all the teachers we see, as well. But this fully implies there is some higher being conducting this required performance...

When the yellow guy enters the room where Lesley is playing the piano, he hears them say like a poem, "batteries can be replaced, but some things stay the same. No matter how we twist and turn, we're still dancing in chains."

It certainly feels like that part explains itself rather well. Immediately after this, the yellow guy asks if Lesley "built all this" to which they give no answer but remark that they find this all funny.

And after he leaves, having learned that Lesley is up there keeping a house and dolls in place for whatever this is (which is also a reference from earlier in the episode, btw), it's shown that there's yet another set of stairs going up, implying that there's more beyond even Lesley. Plus, the way Lesley acts in that scene implies that they may ALSO be performing or expected to delegate performances to appease someone else.

Beyond the theory that all these different teachers are dead and trying to earn their way to the other side, I think it's also extremely likely that Lesley is...all of the teacher characters.

While I'm mostly running that theory based on the fact that the train in episode 5 has the same name (or at least the license plate with that name), I think it makes a lot of sense that this is all just one person who is expected to repeat this performance over and over, maybe not because they enjoy it, maybe not because they find it funny, but because they are required to perform to earn their way out. But they haven't succeeded yet or their time isn't up yet or the system is rigged against them or whatever possible reason.

I also like to think that there may be a more meta explanation, meaning that the performance is quite literally the TV show itself, and they know they have to perform something and subject these characters to this repeatedly only because they need to make content and that's why it needs to be "funny" or educational or whatever. It's an interesting thought, but that might be more meta than necessary.

(also the book was absolutely a macguffin and Lesley's promise to "help" the yellow guy in return was actually just to put things back to the way they were which was to have Duck switch the batteries back out and get the yellow guy to just shred the damn book and return to ignorance, he didn't actually have any choice in the matter, sudden brain boost or not)

That is my theory on it. And I genuinely think it's cool, whether that is what's going on or not. It's good stuff regardless. :)

#dhmis #dont hug me i'm scared #dhmis spoilers #orbs thought bubbles #long post

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kelpiemomma · 2 years

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"you're not alone"/"I've got your back" in the Jumping The Rail universe with Akari and Emmet/Elesa.

Prompt fill for @forgersfeline

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"You don't believe me, do you?"

Elesa looked up at the question.

Akari had come storming back to their camp with red-rimmed eyes and grit teeth after another training session with Emmet, throwing herself to the ground and her sleeping bag. She'd roughly adjusted it, grumbling the entire time, before laying face down and breathing. If their routine was anything to go by, Emmet wouldn't be back for another couple hours. He needed to sulk over her lack of advancement in training and reassure himself that he was right in bullying the girl. She needed to have a talk with him soon.

"What do you mean?" Elesa finally asked. Akari turned her head to meet her gaze. The girl's eyes were tired, bags heavy under her eyes despite her age.

"Emmet doesn't believe me. He just thinks I can somehow lead him to Dad, like I've hidden him somewhere. He thinks it's a game. You've never said one way or another."

"It's a bit hard to digest," Elesa admitted, "but you've got living proof. The clothes you came in- they're not like anything you'd find outside of specialty stores. And your pokemon, especially. C4's variant of Typhlosion died out long ago. Alphas haven't been seen in any region in generations. It's hard to swallow, but... it makes some sense."

What didn't make sense was her similarities to Dawn. The slope of their eyes, the shade of their hair, the curve of their face... she looked like the champion, if you just added some scars. It made it hard to believe one way or another- was this Dawn with amnesia, was it truly a time traveler, was she a time traveling Dawn? There were so many questions, yet none would be answered so easily.

She wanted to believe Akari's story. She wanted to believe that she had woken up on a beach, that she'd been taken in by a loose team and was helping develop the first pokédex, that she had run across Ingo accidentally-

But everything sounded like something from a fantasy novel. It was all too fantastical. It made sense as much as it didnt. Akari had amnesia, so what if she was Dawn and didn't know it? But Ingo had been gone for almost five years and Dawn had only been missing a few weeks; the time periods didn't match unless something truly bizarre was happening.

"Honestly, there's not much I ever believe until I see it. And I can see it in you." She saw something in Akari, but she didn't yet know what. "I don't know what we'll find when we find Giratina," or even if they would find Giratina, "but I'll be there with you, for certain. I'll see you to your destination, just like the twins would." Elesa smiled warmly at Akari.

The girl looked back at her with an impassive, thoughtful gaze. Did she believe Elesa, or did she think the gym leader was simply trying to placate her? She played her cards so close to her chest it was difficult to tell. For all the affection she showed and basked in, Akari was remarkably reserved. She didn't often speak her mind, especially not to or around Emmet.

"You'll help me?" Akari finally asked, quiet. "No matter what?"

Elesa nodded firmly.

"I've got your back."

#It's 1:30 am and I have to be up for work in like five hours but I can't sleep #So I'm going back to my old method of writing myself tired #Jumping the rails fic #Elesa toeing the line of 'this girl has a messed up memory's and 'she has two extinct pokemon she shouldn't have'#Nothing makes sense so she's holding out judgement until they reach the end of the line #Unlike Emmet who is going balls to the walls 'git gud or git off' about Akari #Can't wait to work on 7 again because Cynthia finally shows up #And Akari is not prepared

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callisto-rants · 2 years

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Chiluc Headcanons

[Series: 1/?]

You know it started out as a joke... Then a Six Hour Rant happened later... and bro I don't think it's a joke anymore...

> 1. How would Diluc react to Childe having a vision and delusion?

Diluc's father died because he had abused his delusion, in a act of love to protect what's important to him. But because of his desperation of wanting a vision to do more than he could already, as well as how the gods hadn't favored his efforts yet, it led to his downfall. As a result, I think Diluc knew his father 100% was aware of the consequences of using a delusion, as well as it was his own hubris that led him down that path. So, Diluc knows he can't place all the blame onto the Fatui for manipulating him into purchasing such a dangerous merchandise.

So when Childe uses his delusion in one of their fights for the first time, Diluc freezes completely and if Childe was any less careful he would've killed him. That 100% is their first real argument. Diluc is terrified that Childe is using both a vision and delusion at once and knows the consequences, but he also knows about Childe's sick fixation on being strong. He tries to tell him that he doesn't need to be strong but Childe takes it as an insult of course he needs to be strong how else is he supposed to protect his family and serve his tsaritsa if he's weak? They would compromise. No delusion during their sparring matches. Diluc wins their next fight and the deal for that one is only using his delusion in life or death. He might have some resent towards Childe, but I don't think he wants to ever see anyone die the same way his father did in front of his eyes.

> 2. Childe being in awe of Diluc's fighting Style!

Someone pointed out that Diluc swings his claymore with one hand, while majority of other claymore unite use two hands.

Can you imagine Childe's reaction? Thinking he got the upper hand by using an arrow to get his sleeve stuck against a tree or any flat surface behind him, as he's about to go in for the final blow. While Diluc just uses his other hand to knock his ass out because he was wide open. Childe is dazed, sitting on his ass watching as Diluc flips the entire claymore in the air with one hand, pulling out the arrow with the same hand, and catching the claymore before it hits the ground. He's smitten. Especially since Childe mastered almost every weapon type, seeing someone perform uncommon arts with their weapon will amaze him.

> 3. Honestly, I feel like Childe would constantly try and convince Diluc to join the Fatui.

Since Diluc always like to bash the knights, at almost every given moment, he'd eventually stop all together after meeting Childe. Only because each time he bashes them while Childe is around he instantly uses it as a talking point to join the Fatui instead. He knows he'll never change his mind, but he thinks it's fun.

Leading to a situation where Kaeya being the one who's most weirded out by the turn of events. Because Diluc hasn't complained about the knights of favonius yet, eventually he givens in and says...

"Master Diluc, if you plan on saving your most venomous remarks for when I'm down in the dumps, you might as well use them now. It's creeping me out you haven't said anything about the knights being trash yet! Just do it, I know you're thinking it."

Diluc snapping back suddenly with

"YOU'RE BETTER THAN THE FATUI AT LEAST."

Kaeya is just like uh????? Thanks for the compliment I think?

> 4. Diluc understands morality isn't black and white.

In some of Diluc's lines in his story quest, he talks about how heroes and villains are two sides of the same coin and how he knows his enemies well. Diluc himself has killed an uncountable amount of Fatui but I think he also understands that it was the wrong thing to do, personal vendetta or not.

So in meeting Childe, sure he'd have reservations about talking to a harbinger but Childe's personality and sincerity would make him hesitate at least. Childe is naive and sincere, even if his intentions are villainous he's he's mostly upfront about who he is and where he comes from. At the very least, Diluc would see that and second guess his indiscriminate hatred for the Fatui and start to become curious about how the Fatui actually work. Through Childe, Diluc can learn about people joining the Fatui because they have no choice but to serve the Tsaritsa, being forced to join by their family (like Childe), or joining as a last resort because it's the fastest and easier way to make money when someone is at the end of their rope. Childe would force Diluc to see the Fatui as people instead of an evil, faceless organization as well as force Diluc into realizing the gravity of his past actions.

#chiluc #genshin chiluc #genshin impact #Genshin Impact Childe #Genshin Impact Diluc #my art #mod alien #mod rey

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mc-critical · 3 years

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Why is there so much love for Mihrunissa? Is it just because people love Mustafa and Mustafa loves her? For me, she was so dissapointing - she was supposed to be like this badass warrior lady, but then she didn't use her fighting abilities that much and ended up a damsel in distress instead. Like what was the point of this character, she literally gets kidnapped, marries Mustafa, gives birth to Mehmed and kill herself when Mehmed dies.

"People love Mustafa and Mustafa loves her" is a big part of it, but there are other reasons to like her for me personally. The Mihrünnisa fans I know and have encountered love her independently of him.

Yes, I was very happy that Mustafa found his soulmate at last. Their chemistry is amazing for the amount of it we've seen and they awesomely complement and bounce off of each other. Both truly cared for the other and we're shown that she loves him as much as he loves her, a "balance" we haven't seen in such a way ever since Efsun. And even with her it wasn't in its fullest extent. (she worked for an arc, but did I see her and Mustafa as endgame? No. And that isn't because she actually served Hürrem. She, like every woman of Mustafa's unfortunately or not, is specifically designed with her narrative role in mind, hence Efsun's potential to grow beyond it is limited. Mihrünnisa didn't need that, because she came near the end of Mustafa's journey, not in the beginning or middle, so it fitted for her to be a more "complete" character, in conjunction with his own more "complete" development.) Mihrünnisa wasn't willing to coddle him like he expected her to due to his status in the hierarchy (as we see in their sword fight), yet clearly took his feelings into account (not speaking for rebellion directly in front of him) and was ready to do anything for him to be safe. It's like she had a better understanding of him than any of his women.

I get why her story may disappoint and I support the claims that there wasn't enough of her because of limited time (and how can I ever refuse more Mihrünnisa? ♡), but the toning down of her badass fighter warrior aspect and the "tomboyish part of her" in general honestly isn't something I hold against her in particular. This issue begins to plague all "tomboyish women" in the franchise sooner or later (Armin, Aybige, Helena, Diana/Fahriye... I actually believe that when it came to this, Farya, for all she is, was handled the best.) and call me biased, but for MC, both Helena and Mihrünnisa still got it comparatively better than the rest to the point it looked more like a result of them being placed in other environments than this show-wide problem it actually is. Mihrünnisa had only one scene as setup for her fighting skills as far as I recall, and while the "damsel in distress" plot of hers can turn one off, I didn't expect as much focus on her tomboyish traits after so many sloppy attempts before.

I love that Mihrünnisa's purpose in the story was so underlined and clear - it is precisely what allowed her to breathe more on her own. She wasn't swallowed by yet another love triangle that would involve her with drama done over and over again. This purpose was based on Mustafa first and foremost, true - for him to finally find the true love he was searching for, to find it in the most tense period of his life where his relationship with his father was getting more and more strained, to find it when he didn't seem in the mood for anything at all after he was sent to Amasya. And while he seemed to have moved forward in S04, Taşlıcali still remarked that he hasn't seen the prince to be this happy before he fell in love with Mihrünnisa. A last good thing in Mustafa's life adds further to the sense of tragedy in his storyline. But not only that - Mihrünnisa served as a stronger reminder to the injustice in both SS's decisions to kill Mustafa and Mehmed in the season which most openly criticizes SS, and the system as a whole, which revels in taking innocent people's lives for the games of power and survival in the harem. She absolutely was a necessary character. She's more simplistic, two-dimensional and arc purpose-driven, yes, but she's a case where that works and little is set up that contradicts it. Her stable characterization is not something usually seen in the franchise- she has noble principles, yet she's realistic enough to see that dethroning Süleiman is the only way for them to win.

She has her agency nonetheless- she worked with Atmaca and the organization that protected Mustafa, she was the one who convinced Mahidevran to agree with her marriage to Mustafa. She had the allies and political skill the castle of Amasya could rely on once a rebellion came to pass, too bad we didn't see it in action. She had good relationships with her father, Mahidevran, Nergisşah. Her relationship with Mahidevran is unique among the mother in law/daughter in law relationships in the franchise and it's clear Nisa looked up to her a lot. Her presence alone adds flavor to the family dynamics in Amasya. She was a good mother to her son. She is as restrained as she's courageous when the situation demands it, as also seen in E126.

#magnificent century #muhteşem yüzyıl #muhtesem yuzyil #mihrunnisa sultan #ask #minetteskvareninova

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kitsunes-multiverse · 2 years

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Never Alone Again

Chapter 6: More New Faces

"Well... That was definitely unnerving..."

Kitsune continued down the street, Chris floating alongside her. After their -or Kitsune's rather- brief encounter with Adres, the two were a little rattled. "It truly was... I'm not sure how I feel about that tone they were using." Chris remarked.

"It's the way they said it that got to me." Kitsune stated, glancing up at him. "The way they said that I wouldn't know for certain about the killer... It just rubs me the wrong way, y'know?"

"I agree- their wording was rather off-putting... It almost seemed as though they knew something we didn't... Or rather, they know what you and I know." Chris commented.

"Are you saying you think they know about you?" Kitsune asked, mildly worried about the implications.

"Possibly, yes... But then again, if they knew I was there, they'd probably speak to me directly." Chris responded. "Yeah, you make a good point there. They might just be tryin' to scare me." Kitsune said.

Before long, the redhead stumbled across two more people. They were both girls with white hair, and metallic purple eyes. Kitsune had assumed they were sisters, given how similar they looked. One of them was taller, with her hair a bit more wavy. She had a scar on her cheeks that extended from her mouth to her ears. Unlike her sister, she also wore thin framed, rectangular glasses.

"Ah- those two are Rose and Daisy. Rose is a dentist, though I'm not quite sure what Daisy is. I think she might be a therapist, but I could be wrong. I'm pretty sure she has some form of doctorate, though." Chris explained.

The two girls seemed to notice the redhead, as both turned to look at her. "Oh, hey! You're the new person, right?" The shorter girl called.

"Yeah, that's me. I'm Kitsune." Kitsune responded, walking closer to the two. Once she did so, she noticed how much taller the sister with the scarred mouth, Rose, was in comparison to her. She practically towered over her.

"Heh, we've heard. Lils told us about ya." Rose remarked. "I'm Dr. Rose Dontia. This is my little sister, Daisy." She said, ruffling Daisy's hair- much to the younger one's protest.

"It's nice to meet you both!" Kitsune chirped, smiling. "We could say the same!" Daisy chirped.

"Hey so, how's life in that mansion? Is it spooky? Y'know a family died in there~." Rose grinned, as her little sister rolled her eyes. "Rosie, stop that- you don't need to scare her." She scolded, lightly smacking her sister's shoulder. "Alright, alright, I'll stop." Rose chuckled.

"Ah, life's good! It's really spacious- I'm still trying to figure out what to do with some of the extra bedrooms. I don't need five rooms, heh." Kitsune responded.

"Oh y'know, Albert could probably help you. Kennith too." Daisy remarked. "Oh yeah, that's true! Albert's honestly pretty good at decorating, and Kennith could help ya with any electric stuff." Rose added.

"Alrighty then! I've met Albert, but I haven't gotten the pleasure to meet Kennith yet." Kitsune stated. "Anyways, it was nice talking to you both, but I should get going. Day's not gettin' any longer, heh."

After bidding the sisters goodbye, Kitsune returned to walking. "Hmm... You know, I have a sinking feeling that I'm going to find Kennith rather... overwhelming, when we meet him." Chris commented.

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" Kitsune questioned. "I'm not sure... I get the impression that he and I always... got off on the wrong foot, if you get what I say. I just have a feeling we bickered quite a bit... Not sure why." Chris explained.

Kitsune was about to respond when suddenly, two children ran up to her. One was a little boy with white hair and blue eyes with glasses, and the other was a girl with long pink hair tied into braids and green eyes. Both of them looked up at her, innocent curiosity written all over their adorable faces.

"Oh wow, you must be that new person!!" The little boy exclaimed. "Yeah! You're so pretty!" The girl added.

Kitsune giggled, crouching down to their height. She always had a soft spot for children, especially when they were little sweethearts like these two. "Aww, why thank you! You're so sweet." She remarked. "I'm Kitsune. What are your names?"

"We're-"

"Tony! Paige!"

An unfamiliar woman's voice called, causing the children to perk up. Kitsune looked over at the source of the voice. There was a woman with beautiful pale lavender hair, and icy blue eyes. Her voice was soft and really soothing, like a lullaby.

"What have I told you two about running off? You know Choochoo wouldn't like it when you pull this!" She reprimanded. "Sorry, miss Iolite..." The two children apologized.

The woman, now known as Iolite, sighed. "It's alright, I'm just glad you're not hurt." She remarked, before looking back up at Kitsune. "Oh!! Hello! I don't believe we've met- I'm Iolite." She stated.

"Nice to meetcha, Iolite. I'm Kitsune." The redhead replied, smiling down at the kids. "These two yours?" She asked. "Ah, yes and no. I run the local daycare, and I'm watching these two for my friend Choochoo. She's busy with the subway station." Iolite responded.

"I see! Well, they're really sweet kids. Definitely caught me off guard though, heh." Kitsune stated, prompting the other woman to giggle. "Yes, they really are!" She said, before lightly taking the children's hands.

"Anyways, it was lovely meeting you! I'm afraid we'll have to go, but I'd love to talk to you again soon! Take care, now!" Iolite said, before politely walking away with the kids. "Bye pretty lady!" "Bye bye!" Tony and Paige called, respectively.

"Sweet kids, ain't they Chris?" Kitsune asked, glancing up at her ghost friend. "Oh, very much so." Chris responded, as they continued their stroll.

"We should probably head home soon." The redhead stated. "We should, yes. The sun may start setting soon-... What's that?" Chris interrupted himself, as both he and Kitsune picked up on a conversation... Albeit a very one-sided one.

"Yes, of course I'm sure it wasn't just the wind! I'm telling you, Steph, books don't just fall off of shelves like that... Oh, don't look at me like that- what else could it be?! ...Yeah, ok, fair enough- it could be a rat. Maybe. But I still say it was a ghost!!"

The voice sounded rather spunky. For some unknown reason, Chris almost seemed... agitated, by this person. "Ah, it's all coming back to me now... That's Kennith. And suddenly, I'm becoming aware as to why he and I didn't get along... Because he's always been rather stubborn and argumentative." He stated.

Kitsune chuckled a bit. "Oh, c'mon, he can't be that bad." She said, noticing as 'Kennith' and a girl walked over.

Kennith was dressed rather... colorfully, to say the least. Mismatched socks in pastel green and yellow, bright blue tank top, pink and blue shorts, blue tennis shoes. The boy was practically a walking rainbow, especially considering his ginger hair and emerald eyes.

Beside him was a blonde girl with blue eyes. It was strange, because she hadn't said a single word. It wasn't until Kitsune looked closer did she understand why. This girl, who she assumed was 'Steph', had hearing aids- so she was either hard of hearing or deaf.

"Oh hey- I think that's the new girl." Kennith pointed out, as him and his friend walked closer. "Heya! You must be the new person Shirley was talkin' about. I'm Kennith, this is Stephanie. You're Kitsune, right?" He asked.

"Heh, yep! Word gets around really fast in this town, doesn't it?" Kitsune responded. "Oh, very much so. Something could happen in the morning, and the rest of the town could know about it by evening." Kennith responded, chuckling.

Stephanie signed something, which Kitsune took a minute to process. She had taken sign language classes, but she was still a bit slow at it sometimes. Fortunately, Chris was able to translate.

"Ah- she's asking if you've seen any paranormal activity, and that she's trying to prove a point."

"Oh, paranormal activity? Not particularly, no." Kitsune responded. After all, it wasn't completely wrong. Sure, Chris was a ghost, but he sure as hell didn't act like one. Hell, Kitsune sometimes forgot he wasn't alive.

With a smug smirk, Stephanie signed something to Kennith- causing the boy to roll his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you made your point, whatever." He huffed.

"It was nice talkin' to you, Kitsune. If you ever wanna hang out, Steph and I like to hang out at the convenience store. Later!" He said, as him and Stephanie walked off.

"Guess we should start heading back ourselves, huh?" Kitsune asked, to which Chris nodded. And with that, the two began the trek back home.

"So Chris." The redhead started, gaining her roommate's attention. "How's it feel to be able to see the town again?" She asked.

"Oh, it felt just wonderful. I forgot what it felt like to be out here." Chris responded. "Unfortunately, even now, I can't remember anything about this place. It's a little embarrassing, to tell you the truth." He stated.

"Hmm... Well, it'll be ok. We'll figure something out." Kitsune assured him, smiling. However, for the time being, that would have to wait. She had some cleaning up to do tomorrow.

After all, she had a guest coming on Sunday.

#stories #never alone again

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reluctant-mandalore · 2 years

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Hi Cy! For Ann:

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

Sam!! Thanks for sending ❤️ Honestly didn't think I'd get any considering I haven't posted much about Ann yet, so thank you so much!! I was so excited to answer this when I got home from work lol

My answers are kinda long so I put them under a cut sdjhbfsdfs

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

There are a variety of emotions I think Ann has trouble with. I think being raised as a jedi and surviving a purge will do that to you though. She tends to put most of them aside, and she avoids addressing them all together at times. She likes to hide behind a shield of confidence and teasing remarks, but in realty she’s an emotional mess.

The main emotion that comes to mind though is loneliness. She’s lonely after order 66. She goes years without seeing another Jedi. It gets to the point where she finds herself on the brink of losing herself. Any hope she had gone with her fear threatening to take over. She falls a lot during this time period, and it took a lot of work to pull herself together.

Fear is another one that comes to mind. As a Jedi she was taught that fear was the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. (you know all that fun jedi jazz) But after everything that has happened, after all that she has lost, she finds it hard not to allow her fear to grow. This especially becomes more prevalent after she takes in Nova—a force sensitive child that Ann trains as a jedi and protects from the empire. Ann fears losing Nova just as she lost every other Jedi. She tries to remember her teachings of course, but its hard, and it’s definitely the most difficult challenge she has ever been put through.

Ann eventually overcomes these things of course. She manages to learn how to handle her attachments and her emotions better. She ends up being considered a good Jedi master by many from the new generation of Jedi (though if you told Ann that she’d probably argue with you about why she shouldn’t be a master till your ears fell off), and she does well with following her destiny to help guide those who she comes across.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Ann wasn't at the temple when order 66 happened. She was on the battlefield trying to pick up the pieces of her battalion after a harsh won battle when it suddenly happened. She didn't have much of her personal possessions on her. Only a few photos, her lightsaber, and whatever she had managed to stuff in her pouches (some bacta, bandages, her holopad, and a nutrition bar) was what she had.

The only object that really comes to mind is the sunflower hairpin she wears. This hairpin is the last item she has of her master who had died previously in the clone wars. Her master was important to her. They were like sisters, and losing her was one of the hardest things Ann had to ever go through. Not only is the hairpin a reminder of her master, someone she cared for more then anything, but its also a reminder of her past life. It’s a reminder of her time as a Jedi before everything had gone wrong.

With that in mind, this hairpin is probably one of the most important objects to her. She wears it everyday and tries to take good care of it. Losing it would be absolutely devastating to her.

She only ever stops wearing the sunflower hairpin when boba gifts her a new one. He see’s how old the other one is, its starting to break and the colours have faded, and he decides he wants to get her a new one. (Nova being there to convince him to buy Ann a gift definitely helps with his decision to do so too lol). She loves the hairpin he’s gotten her of course, but even after she begins wearing Boba’s gift and stops wearing the old hairpin, she still holds the sunflower one close to her heart.

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

Romantic - Honestly between her and Boba its a miracle that their relationship together works out at all. Both tend to avoid fixing things when they need too and when anything goes wrong they’re more likely to close up than be open about it. Its probably why they end up being off and on again at the start of their relationship. They’re both pretty shitty with dealing with their emotions and just aren’t the types to handle those things up front. She definitely avoids trying to fix it (though they manage to do so in their latter years, like pre-sarlacc they’re kinda a mess, but post sarlacc they’re a little better).

Platonic - Her other relationships are like this as well though. When something bad happens she’s more likely close herself off and avoid having to deal with it. She just simply does not have the skills for fixing her relationships when something happens. Honestly she’s probably like this because she hasn’t really had any relationships for a long time after order 66. For years she has kept to herself and for years hasn’t had any friends. Its like she’s learning how to be sociable all over again. So yeah, avoiding fixing things is kind of Ann’s thing for quite a while.

OC Asks! Feel free to send some in for Ann

#oc things #star wars oc #oc asks #ask game #zinzinina #oc: ann #my oc

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Hey guys im sorry I haven't been posting, honestly tumblr is making it hard to. every single story I write tumblr crashes then deletes it so it's been HIGHLY frustrating...guess I need to invest in a laptop or a better phone

Sorry this was so long I always want the boys' back stories to be only 2 parts

This story contains: death, torture, abuse, toxic relationships, murder, violent themes

"you're too soft! They are sinners theodore why are you being so damn sensitive"

Theo winced at the punch his father landed which caused him to stumble back his back hitting the table which held their latest victim, a young woman that theo cleaned up and dressed in his mother's clothes, he didn't like the sight of her all bloody and mangled it made his heart sting.

Theo never helped to Kill any of these women, only cleaned them up and made sure they looked beautiful in death it was his way if asking for forgiveness.

When he was ten he idolized his father but it's been two years since he caught his father and been training under him to take his place and all that love vanished he found himself feeling nothing but hate and disgust for his father, what made matters worse was the fact that his mother had to take half the brunt of his father's anger.

"I won't do this anymore, you're wrong. Women aren't devils, mother is an angel and I wont hurt her"

Theo's harsh remark earned him yet another punch in the face this one knocking him down as he spat out blood the metallic taste making him sick to his stomach.

"you're a damn fool boy, I'll make you see her filth"

With that his father left him in the attic to starve for the night which was always a common occurrence. As he laid back on the floor the boy let out a dry chuckle.

"Just a little more...then you'll be the one burning in hell father"

Theodore felt everything go black and it wasn't long until he had passed out soon waking back up in bed with his mother caring for his wounds. He could smell her sweet perfume and hear her soft humming, something about those things made his heart flutter in the purest of ways.

"you should be careful theo, you know making him angrier will only result in pain"

"it's okay, we'll leave together one day..just me and you.."

There was silence after that and for a while things were okay, the family was quiet during dinner and once it got late theo figured his father would have went to bed forgiving him for his outburst in the morning.

Theo woke to the sound of two metal objects clashing together, the sound was enough to stir him awake though when he tried to move he realized he was tied up against a chair. That clashing noise he heard was his father sharpening a few knives, the sight made theo's blood run Cold.

"f-father?"

"god told abraham to kill his son, and abraham was about to do it like a loyal sheep. God will make you do awful things theodore and as a man we must do them"

Theo frantically struggled against the ropes binding him only feeling more and more stressed as his father stepped closer and closer thing soft steps of his shoes making theo feel like he had to puke.

What's going to happen to me?

Am I going to die?

Theo felt his father press the tip of the blade pressed softly against his forehead on the left side of his face, the cool metal only brought theo to reality more, his father was going to kill him cause god said so.

"i-i know we are nothing alike but please-"

"we are absolutely nothing alike! You are exactly like your mother a sissy little housewife! You were never going to be a good man or husband! When I asked God for a son I thought he would send me one I could be proud of!"

Rage fuelled theo, he wasnt sure why but something about what his father said made him want to scream, his father was wrong... absolutely wrong.

"I'll be a perfect husband, and a better Father than you"

As soon as he said those words theo felt the sharp pain of his father pushing the blade into his skin earning a sharp inhale of breath trying not to show too much weakness. Theo kept thinking about his mother and how in a way he was protecting her, their goal were to run away safely together.

"we might have one thing in common theodore, you have a devil in you just like me..it's time to show you just how tainted you are"

With that theo felt a harsh intense pain as his father dragged his blade along the boy's face earning screams coming from him as he thrashed and tried kicking but his father pressed his knee onto the boy's legs now carving his skin off in such a slow and unbearable way that it was driving theo crazy

"accept your sins theodore! This is your punishment for being unloyal!"

Theodore couldn't stop screaming as the knife raked down his face roughly cutting a large chunk of his skin clean off, the pain was so great he was close to fainting but his father came prepared and injected him with an adrenaline shot.

"p-please f-father please please please..."

Theodore at this point didnt know what he was begging for, maybe death? The overwhelming taste and smell of his own blood was making him sick and not to mention there was a lot of blood pouring down his face.

I'm dying.. god has forsaken me

"may you be reborn as a perfect child next time"

Theo kept his head down but felt a soft kiss on his head before hearing footsteps walk away from him before the door to the attic closed, his father left him to die!

Theo swayed side to side hoping to get free, if he could just get to his father's desk and grab a knife though without his glasses seeing things far away was near impossible though he could see the shape of the desk.

"mother needs me, I can't die.."

Theo grunted in pain as he fell forward which wasn't his plan but he'll take it, with every fiber of his being he crawled and scooted along the ground towards the desk before seeing a knife handle over the edge of the desk. Thankfully his legs were tied just his arms so with some embarrassing attempts to stand of even kneel before turning around to grab the knife with his hand.

Before he could cut himself free he heard banging on the attic door before a crash, the sound was enough to startle him into cutting the palm of his hand and dropping the knife

"argh! I-it hurts!"

Soon the attic door opened and rushing towards him was his loving mother, her frantic questions and worrying about him made him feel far better especially when she untied him from the chair.

"I'm leaving tonight theo, my fiancee is waiting for me outside"

"t-then let's go mother! Now is the perfect time to go!"

There was a tense silence after that as theo felt his mother bandage his wound up, his mother was hiding something and he didn't like it.

"w-we have a little girl and he's very protective of her and well with how your face looks now you'll scare her and I don't want to bring any baggage from my pa-"

Theodore felt as if his head was spinning, what was she saying? He did everything for her he almost died for this woman and she saw him as baggage to toss away before going to her new family.

"y-you're going to leave me here? J-just like that?! I protected you from him! I made sure he never hurt you! Were you ever going to bring me with you?!"

"keep your voice down theo, please calm down you're scaring me-"

"I'm scaring you?! I'm the one scaring you?! How could you?! I'm your child! I love you!"

He watched his mother look down shamefully and slowly back away clearly afraid of what will her next words do to him. Theodore was feeling a little unstable at the moment, his own mother just betrayed him can he truly trust no one in his life?

"your eyes just...look just like him. I can't theo I'm so sorry I can't it's too painful for me.. you're too much like him"

That was the thing that broke theo all together, it was like his brain just snapped and no clear thought came just pure anger and pain. How could she think that?! Theo thought he was nothing like his father absolutely nothing!

"no! I'm nothing like him! Nothing! He's abusive and a horrible man how could you say that!? I thought you loved me but you're just like him-yeah you're like him not me! I'm pure! A good person"

Theo couldn't stop himself, before he knew it he had grabbed the knife he dropped earlier, the large blade held tightly in his hand and scaring the one person he thought he can trust.

"w-why do you want to leave me? You're just embarrassed of me..you don't want me around cause you hate me"

"no no no baby I love you I just-"

Theo swung the knife slashing his mother's arm, hearing her cry out in pain made him only smile as he gazed at her fearful expression. His sense of reason was vanished and all he wanted now was to show everyone how much they hurt him

"maybe if you were a better mother I wouldn't have gotten hurt all the time, maybe if you weren't too busy being a good wife instead of a good mother I wouldn't be in such pain!"

"t-theo please I just-"

"why couldn't I just have a normal family?! I prayed for one! So why!?"

Theo slashed at his mother again and again over and over sloppily slashing at her without caring about where he aimed. He was far more focused on releasing all this pain and betrayal he felt

"why doesn't anyone want me?! Why don't you want me! I want you so what's wrong with me?! Why am I so broken?!"

Theo ignored the sobs and begging for her to stop, they were not processing clear enough to him he just wanted to hurt them to hurt them in ways they hurt him. Her thrashing soon stopped but it wasnt enough for theo, he moved ontop of her now raising the blade and slamming it down inside her chest his eyes glossed over as he did so.

"I'm not like him, I'm nothing like him! I'll be a good father! A good husband! I'll never abandon my family! Never! Never ! Never!"

The knife slipped I his hand and when he tried to catch it he grazed his hand before hearing the knife clatter onto the ground, theo panted heavily before looking at his hands seeing hands were lightly bruised from gripping the knife so hard, he then looked down at his mother and her horror stuck face.

"look at what father did, I told you we should have left before...it's okay I'll protect you"

Theo reached out taking the scarf his mother wore before putting it on himself before pressing it to his nose and taking a deep inhale, the sweet scent gave him shivers.

The sight of his dead mother made the boy tear up but he honestly didn't realize he was the one who had did such a thing, it was something he refused to accept. Now gripping the knife he once had before he creeped down the attic stairs each step more and more anxiety fuelling, from the quiet sounds it seemed like his father was asleep.

Theo had never acted out so violently than when he saw his father sleeping soundly in bed, once again much like before he had completely snapped now walking over and plunging the knife deep into his father's side earning a painted grunt along with his father's eyes to snap open

This caused theo to panic and he did the first thing he could think of which was to bite his victim's ear using that time to shove the blade into his father's chest before biting his ear off and spitting it onto the ground in a feral snarling mess.

"t-there's your demon... y-you're just like me"

"I'm nothing like you! Nothing!"

Theo gripped the knife blade shoving it deeper til it became stuck and his father stopped breathing, what struck theo as odd was the lack of struggling..didn't his father want to live? That escaped his mind as he tried wiggling the blade out of the corpse only to whine lightly at how stuck it was

"heavy, too heavy"

Theodore decided his next plan was to change out of his bloody clothes except for his scarf of course and to turn on the gas stove as high it can possibly go, he used his bedroom window to escape since his mother's boytoy was still waiting for her outside.

One match, it took one match to burn the place down starting the fire in his bedroom and letting it spread. A few minutes after theo jumped out the window the house roared to live now completely on fire.

Theodore only 12 years old had killed his parents and burned the place down, he had no one else to turn to no family or anything so he turned to his local church. They sent him to a boarding school where he grew up and found a passion for medicine as well as helping others.

His dark past always haunted him, he was known as the boy whose family died horrible deaths. There were always rumors about what happened that night some say that his father killed everyone before burning the place and stabbing himself others think that his mother's lover killed them all in an angry rage. Theo would always just shrug and laugh it off thanking God that he's alive

Those dark desires of having a family only grew as he grew older, it became a twisted obsession that festered stronger and stronger by the time he was 18 he was already waiting for marriage..after all a good husband waits for the perfect bride.

"theo? Hey theo? Hello earth to theo?"

Theodore snapped awake only to see his sweet darling staring at him worriedly, he must have fallen asleep in his office again. Theo simply smiled as he stood from his chair

"what's wrong?"

"well, dinner's ready have a good dream or something?"

Theo chuckled softly before running his fingers through his hair trying to come up with a suitable answer

"just dreaming about the past my angel, though I should focus on the future with you after all the past is the past..."

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere ocs #yandere oc x reader #tw death #tw toxic behavior #tw yandere #tw religious themes

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frogs-spawn · 3 years

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Summary:

Harry is cooking dinner when Teddy comes in with some old boxes belonging to his dad. They find an old photograph of their parents and their friends on a camping trip. They discover that one of the people in the photograph is Mary MacDonald, the only one who is still alive. They meet up and she tells Teddy and the Potter family about her lost friends.

Rating: T

Word Count: 6,308

Extract:

“James Sirius Potter, get down from there! I can’t send you to your first day at Hogwarts with a broken leg. Imagine what they’d think of me.” Harry shouted from the French-doors out of the kitchen, overlooking the sprawling garden.

It was early evening in late August, and the sun was still high in the sky, casting a golden haze across the garden, the light reflecting off of the leaves of the trees. In one of these trees, he saw that his son had managed to get halfway up and was alarmingly perched next to a rather thin looking branch.

James simply nodded and instead of climbing down like a sensible person might, he jumped off and landed on the ground with a thud.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I bother,” Harry muttered to himself, walking across the grass and he helped his son up, who remarkably remained unscathed.

He picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder into a fire-mans lift. James started laughing and began to lightly punch his back.

“Let me go!” He giggled, squirming to try and get out of Harry’s grasp. “I don’t want to go inside.”

“Well, you should have thought about that before you decided to fling yourself out of a tree.” He replied, matter-of-factly, and he put James down onto the kitchen counter. “Anyway, dinners nearly ready. Why don’t you make yourself useful and go get your brother and sister for me.” He said and ruffled his hair.

“Ugh, don’t do that.” He grumbled, trying to smooth out his hair, but Harry could still see the grin across his face. He slipped off the counter and ran up the stairs.

“Albie! Lily! Tea’s ready!”

Harry returned to the dinner, stirring the Dhal curry in the pot, letting the aroma fill the kitchen. He really did enjoy cooking, which was just as well, as however much he loved her, Ginny was a terrible cook. He personally found it therapeutic, especially after a long day in the Auror office, he didn’t often admit it, but he was glad he was leaving. He took the job immediately after the war, so he was constantly in the front line. He didn’t mind fighting, especially if it were for a just cause, but as he was getting older, he felt it would be best to have a safer job. Both for his own peace of mind, and as his kids were growing up.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts post had opened up at Hogwarts, and he accepted the role immediately. McGonagall had made arrangements, meaning he would be able to use the floo network to get home every evening, so he didn’t have to stay away from his family. He was also glad to be taking the job because it meant that he would be able to see Neville more often, as he was the Herbology professor. It would be good to see him again, they kept in touch, of course, but he didn’t see him as often as he saw the other people from his school days.

“Wow, that smells lovely,” Ginny said, bringing the Quidditch things out of the garden and placing them by the door. “Apparently, it’s going to rain tonight, so I thought I’d bring these in.”

“Doesn’t look like it.” He said looking out of the window, seeing a perfect blue sky, laced with peachy orange as the sun was beginning to set.

“Well, gotta trust the muggle weather forecast, Dad swears by it.” She laughed, and she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and kissed his neck.

He turned the heat down on the stove and turned around so that he was facing her, he kissed her, deep and slow. She hummed gently and ran her pale fingers through his dark hair, slightly peppered with grey.

“Ugh, get a room.”

He turned around, still holding his wife tight and saw Teddy grinning at them, his hair was turquoise today, and it curled over the front of his head and was getting in his eyes. He had a pile of dusty cardboard boxes precariously balanced in his arms, and he put them down on the kitchen table.

“What have you got there?” He asked, gesturing to the boxes.

“Oh, I was just going through some of Dad’s old stuff, Grandma managed to find the key to his old flat from when he lived in London. Apparently, he lived with Sirius. According to her, there are some photos and things in here that I thought you’d like to see as well, I haven't opened it yet though,” Teddy started stroking the tape on the top box, gently picking at it, but not actually trying to open it. “There’s some stuff here of your mum and dad as well.” He looked up at him.

“Really? Well, we shall definitely go through those after dinner.” Harry said he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. He hadn’t seen many pictures of his mum and dad, he had the wedding one of course, which sat pride of place on the mantlepiece above the fireplace in the living room, but that was about it.

It was a couple of hours later and the kids were up in bed, despite James’ protests. Harry, Ginny and Teddy were sat around the coffee table in their living room, sat on the unbelievably soft sofa, with a glass of wine in hand (apart from Teddy who wasn’t old enough, much to his disappointment). They heard the rain pelting down outside, knocking against the glass of the windows. The boxes were staring at them on the coffee table, waiting to be opened. Part of him didn’t want to, it felt like pandora's box. It had been thirty-five years since his parents had died, and it felt weird that after so long he was finally going to find something new.

Sensing his discomfort, Ginny held onto his hand and gently ran a thumb over his knuckles.

“Right, let's get this open.” She said, ripping off the tape.

The box opened and as they lifted the flaps, a pile of dust fell onto the table. They looked into it and stared. It was a gold mine of long-forgotten memories of people with the weight of the world on their shoulders.

He reached in and his fingers settled on a photograph of eight teenagers, around seventeen years old sat on a log at the beach behind a crackling fire. On the back in a neat script was: August ‘77.

-the rest is on ao3 :)

#marauders #harry potter #teddy lupin #mary macdonald #ginny weasley #james sirius potter #wolfstar #jily #dorlene #post canon #marauders era #hp fic #ao3

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babieyangyang10 · 4 years

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violent ends (chapter 4)

(chapter 4)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairing: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: mentions of prostitution, language, violent deaths, fighting, angst, fluff, + possible nsfw.

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"So, each of the districts get their own floors. Since you're from two, you get the second floor." Doyoung explains as we step out of the elevator.

As we walk into the apartment, I stare in awe at the glamorous quarters. There are many giant glass columns and a random display of silver trees and rocks.

"Here is the living room and your rooms are over here. How about you freshen up for dinner?" suggests Doyoung.

In my room, I am met by a bed with a silky, soft comforter. I make my way into the spacious bathroom and hop into the shower. Inside, there was a panel with hundreds of buttons that regulated water temperature, pressure, and even provided massaging sponges.

After finishing, a heater dried my hair and body completely. I pressed another button and a box began sending electrical currents through my scalp, instantly untangling my hair.

Returning the bedroom in comfortable clothes, I see a strange-looking remote on the bed-side table. Intrigued, I begin pressing random buttons. As a result, the window showcasing the lights and building of the Capitol changes into different sceneries.

First, there was a city street filled with cheerful families walking together. After pressing a different button, a dry and deserted desert appeared on the screen.

Switching it once again, a scene showing several mountains peaking through behind a forest of trees. I felt a pulling-feeling in my chest. My throat also feeling slightly choked-up.

During the holidays, every year Taeyong would take me into the mountains of our district. He would pretend to be my knight in shining armor, while I was the princess in distress. He'd never tell anyone, but sometimes it was even the other way around.

It's also where he taught me how to hunt and find my own food. How to determine between what is the good food and what is the not so very good food.

It was the only time I remember us ever truly being kids. Not soldiers, just a thirteen and seven year old exploring the big, exciting world together.

Then everything went to shit after Taeyong went to the games. That year, the Gamemakers had chosen a forest for the terrain. However, it was filled with dangerous wild dogs, wolves, and spiders. The spiders had enhanced speed and were extremely venomous. However, the wild dogs were capable of changing their form and copying the voices of the tributes.

Because of this, the entire Career pack was slaughtered alive. Taeyong was the only one who managed to escape. Wounded and without supplies, a twelve year old boy from District 11 named Dong Sicheng had found and formed a alliance with him. Sicheng had shared all of his supplies and even nursed him back to health.

On the last day, they were approached by the last remaining tribute. Taeyong, spotted him and fired an arrow straight into his heart. As he turned around to check on Sicheng, he was met with the boy clutching a harpoon, longed deep in his chest.

Dong Sicheng slowly died in Taeyong's arms.

After the cannon went off, the Captitol announced over the speakers that Lee Taeyong of District 2 was the winner of the 64th Hunger Games.

No longer did he take me to the mountains. Honestly, we never did anything together. Since then, the closest I ever got to be to him was the one time when the rest of my family stood by him during his stop in District 2 during his press tour.

I've always wondered how he felt. Wondered if he blames himself for what happened. However, I never wanted to intrude. It's not like I ever got the opportunity to ask him, anyways.

However, since I'm going in the games soon. I hope to eventually work up the courage to sit down and have a real talk with him. The real Taeyong, not the victor or mentor he acts like in front of everyone else.

I opened the door to see Doyoung, Renjun, and Taeyong sitting at the dining room table.

Once I sat down in the acid-green chair, Taeyong began talking, "The plan for tomorrow is the same for the both of you. You go to group training. Spend time practicing something your weakest at. Swing a mace. Throw a spear. Tie a decent knot. It doesn't really matter, just save showing off for the private session with the Gamemakers. Are we clear?"

Renjun and I both nod our heads at him.

"Well, have the two of you gotten to know any of the other tributes yet?" pries an interested Doyoung.

"I haven't. Although, Athena seems to be checking out the competition, already." Renjun answers, nonchalantly.

"Wonderful!" Doyoung innocently chimed, "It's never too early to start considering possible alliances. Are you going to ask anyone to join the two of you?"

"Oh, we're not-" Renjun and I said at the same time. We're laughing as if he's said the funniest joke in the world.

"We've always maintained our own completely different strategies. Renjun prefers to be the predator. There's no doubt in my mind that if he does want to work with others, it'll end up being an alliance with the other Careers. " Renjun just silently nods in agreement.

"And what about you?" asked Doyoung.

"Let's just say I prefer not to walk around with a huge target on my head. I want to team up with someone well-liked, so we can get resources through sponsors." I explained.

"Like Na Jaemin?" sneers Renjun.

"You know people have been calling him the Prince of Panem. He's made quite the impression, already." Doyoung chimes, "And he's not the only one. People have been raving about you, Athena. They've even started calling you, the Golden Girl."

"That's good." Taeyong quietly adds to the conversion, "If you keep this up you'll get lots of sponsors."

Doyoung suddenly blurts, "In fact, most people think Jaemin and you would make a good couple."

At this remark, Taeyong drops his knife loudly on the table, while Renjun chokes on his drink. My mouth begins opening and closing like a fish, struggling to come up with a reply.

"We're done for tonight. You two should go to bed now." Taeyong orders, not hiding his agitation.

Quickly, we all return to our rooms. I crash on my bed and stare up at ceiling.

Jaemin and I as a couple?

Where did they even dream up that possibility from? I mean, we only had one barely two-minute conversation. People really do amaze me sometimes.

My thoughts are broken by a barely-there knock at my door. I groan and force myself off the bed.

I roll my eyes, before opening the door and saying, "Renjun, would you kindly please fuck off?"

However, the person standing there was definitely not Renjun. I tilt my chin up to see no other than Lee Taeyong, towering over me.

"Oh, sorry." I frown, embarrassed.

"Can I come in?" He politely asks me.

I step to the side and allow him inside. Once he's fully in, I closed the door behind him.

"Finally decided to talk to me, huh?"

He just stays silent, just letting me say whatever I please.

"You know, I thought you'd at least be happy for me. I mean, you of all people should know that this is the best thing that could ever happen to me." The emotions I've been holding in for the past 10 years are finally coming to the surface.

Taeyong looks at me with pity, "Athena, there are some things you don't know. Things that the school or our parents never taught us."

"What are you even talking about?" I pressure.

"After the games, you couldn't see me for a reason." He took a heavy breath, "Sometimes, if a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for money. It’s not just me either, the same thing happened to Finnick Odair a year later."

"What do you mean, 'buy'?" I swallow.

"For sex."

It’s quiet.

"I was given no choice. He said that he would kill both of our parents and even you if I didn't obey." His eyes begin tearing up, "Athena, you don't know how much I wanted to come see you and teach you things."

"Taeyong." I whimper.

I felt sick to my stomach. How could they do that to him? He was just a thirteen year old kid. Even worse, how could I let myself hate and be jealous of him, when all along he was the reason I was still even living?

"I know I'm a horrible brother, but please listen to me when I say the Capitol uses everyone, including you. You have been taught that this, the games, are normal and something to be proud of. You haven't even seen how horrible it is for the lower districts. They can barely make it through one day without starving. They have basically nothing, while the Capitol is feeding off them."

Anger rises up in me. I look around at all the expensive things in the room. Think about the large amount of fancy food I've consumed while in the Capitol. I'm furious, because I've been lied to and tricked. Furious for Taeyong and all the others the Capitol has taken advantage of.

I jump into my brothers arms and completely break down. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said Taeyong. It was stupid. I'm stupid."

"It's okay. You didn’t know." He shushes, while holding me.

“Listen to me. If you-“ he corrects himself, “When you win this thing, I’m not going to let him do anything to you, okay?”

“Taeyong, can I tell you something? I’ve just never got the chance to.” I ask.

He nods.

“What happened to Sicheng wasn’t your fault. You understand that, right?”

He painfully looks down at the floor, before slowly nodding.

“I’m serious, Taeyong. It’s not your fault.”

By the time he looks up, I am able to clearly see him. Underneath the years of pain, hidden away was a vulnerable boy. The tears come falling down his cheeks.

We spend the rest of the night talking about our past, telling stories. Both laughing and crying together.

My brother and I.

#nct au #nct smut #nct imagines #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #jaemin #jeno #renjun #haechan #taeyong #doyoung

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ducknotinarow · 4 years

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[RichardBailey] [ hospital ] my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened [Reverse]

(this one got long so gonna put a read more)

The room was slient, that signature scent of the hospital heavy in the air. Richard just sat there until Bailey finally stirred awake. A soft sigh of relief escaping his beak when those oddly colored eyes looked his way. Bailey managed to sit himself up seeming in a dazed as if he had only been taking a nap.

"What happened?" Richard asked, cutting the unbearable silence.

A car accident, Bailey said as if he just gotten a paper cut. It wasn't a serious accident no extreme damage sure but it wasnt as light as Bailey talked about it. A chuckle falling from his beak as he shrugged and stated how this was just another Bailey thing. And that just didn't sit right with Richard.

A Bailey being Bailey situation was him slamming the door open to the cafe and yelling out something outrageous to get everyone's attention on him. It was him speaking in a sulty tone only to whisper "bussy" to Richard. It was him whining and pouting because Richard told him no, or wouldnt give him what he wanted. Maybe if Richard hadn't known about Bailey’s past he wouldn't be feeling how he was now.

Anger? Maybe.

He could feel it stirring inside of him as he sat there listening to the rooster brush it all off. Glancing over to the bandages on him, and those usually kept feathers a mess. Yet Bailey was laughing? Just another day for them haha how so like him right?

Rage? No that wasn't it either.

Richard let out a very obvious fake chuckle getting their attention. Dropped his head into his hand as he tried not to lash out. "Are you that stupid?"

Slience fell again between after he said that.

Richard stood up from the chair shoulders tensed up eyes glaring down at at Bailey, seeing him like that was hard yet he wants to laugh it off.

Worry?

"Ha yes no big deal right not like you haven't been in this kind of situation before, you got lucky then. But Bailey you're going to end up getting yourself killed by being like this!"

It just all came out he didnt mean to but honestly he was freaking out at this point.

Scared.

Thats what it was. He was scared of what could have happened, scared that the last time he saw Bailey could have been the very last time. Scared that he would just do this again. Scared that Bailey didn't even seem to care. Bailey chuckled again his tone different, nervous, asking what Richard meant.

Crap.

He looked off to the side when he spoke " I know about before, when you nearly died. Sue accidentally told me.she figured I would have known for some reason." Richard explained. no longer yelling but tone still sharp and harsh. He then returned his gaze to the rooster "Are you really this stupid? Do you care that little? Just to be the king of party city? Is it worth all this? Did you not once think 'this is dangerous?' Or is that title just that important over your own well being?"

He looked down to the rooster who sat there for a moment. Richard was waiting to see what he would say in response. Snarky comeback? A snide remark maybe? Only to noticed their beak started to quiver, body began to shake and tremble and tears streamed down their face. Not like when he broke down to cry to get his way. No these tears were real. The sobs behind them were full of so much pain and regret. Thing the rooster had been holding back for a long time and just couldn't anymore.

Bailey was breaking down and crying his heart out. Richard was frozen.

He wasn't good at this, dealing with people, he could handle surface level interactions, and shallow relationships. But, stuff like this he was bad at. Especially when people cried, he didn't know what to do in that situation at all. He just stood there and watched, he went to far. He thought before sitting back down in the chair. He dosent know how to console someone when crying, he wish he did in this moment though because Bailey needed it. Someone else should be here not him.

Then he felt Bailey reach out to him and take hold of his forearm. Bailey always had to be the one to close that gap between them. He gave it a squeeze before speaking. Face a mess from the tears streaking his cheeks. As he manged to stop to speak. Quietly speaking up calling him self a screw up say he knew he was all that and he didn't need to be reminded of that fact. That weight that laid so heavily on him all the time.

Richard just looked at him a moment before speaking again. "You." But words weren't coming out. There was a lot to say but nothing came to mind, with his free hand Richard rub at his neck. Didn't even know what to say to make things right, Richard seen someone drink them self to death before and he didnt want to see it again. What would he have told Zane? He thought a moment then thought about Bailey. Looking back to Bailey and speaking finally.

"Can't you see you're worth a bit more to others? You know some see you differently that the fun cool guy you wanna be. Your worth giving some self concur to every now and again for the people who worry about you." He paused, and thought of Sue she should be here not Richard. "Like Sue, I can only imagine how she may be feeling." Because Richard was a mess himself, how would the sweet women be handling this all.

He felt Bailey rest against his shoulder suddenly. Tears still fall from their eyes but the cries had clamed a bit to just whimpers and sniffles. His voice was so quite when speaking again "people like you?" Was all he asked, almost like a request, like it was something not possible.

An awkward shift as Richard managed to move his arm around the rooster and hold it around their shoulders. Pulling him just a bit closer, resting his chin on top of his head as Bailey tucked himself into the hold Richard was offering.

"Yeah" He admitted,

Of course he cared about Bailey, sure they had their fun, but he was more to Richard. Becoming more. Someone he could say was a friend and very close friend at that. He worried over him often so of course he lost his cool. He soon wrapped his other arm around the rooster to hold him better and let him stay like that. Richard may be bad at this, but he was willing to give this annoyance of his what he needed.

#[mocha]#long posts #muse asks #aflockoffeathers #muse| richard evans alder

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Never Alone Again

Chapter 2: Me, Myself, and My Ghostly Roommate

"Hey Chris, mind if I ask you something?"

Kitsune questioned, setting the small boxes of food on her kitchen counter. It was quite a lot of food, so she'd definitely have leftovers. Not that she minded of course- Chinese food was always one of her favorites. Chris, meanwhile, floated overhead.

"But of course, go right ahead." He responded.

"So like... This is a bit of a weird question, but can you eat? Since you're dead and all?" The young woman asked, taking out a paper plate and putting a decent amount of food on it.

"I mean, I don't have to, but I can. I figured that out not long after I became a ghost. I accidentally scared off a teenager, and he left some pretzels behind." Chris explained.

"Pfft- that's pretty funny. How'd you do that?" Kitsune questioned, amused at the thought.

"I believe I accidentally knocked something over. He didn't actually see me, though. He just ran off- probably assumed I was a malevolent spirit." Chris explained, watching as Kitsune sat at the table that was just a few feet away from the kitchen island. He flew closer, sitting on the countertop.

"I'm honestly rather surprised you weren't that scared of me when we first met." He commented, to which Kitsune shrugged. "I mean, you definitely startled me, but then you were extremely polite. I think I'll like having you around, Chris." She smiled at him.

"Oh, I could most definitely say the same!" Chris responded. "As I said, I've been rather lonely lately. And not having any memories of who I was wasn't helping in the slightest. Why, I can't even remember anything my family and I did. I can barely remember their faces..." He said, humming in thought.

"It's quite strange, though... My family never really smiled much, from what I can remember." He remarked.

Kitsune hummed, looking over at him. "Your family didn't smile much?" She repeated.

"No, not that I know of. Or at least, I think they haven't. It's all rather blurry, but I do faintly remember them frowning... Before they died, they looked... scared..." Chris explained, shaking his head. "But, well, I'm sure they're in a better place... I don't quite know why I'm stuck here as a ghost, but... It's fine. I met you, after all." He added.

The redhead smiled softly, finding him quite endearing. It was evident he didn't like thinking about the apparent murder of his family and himself, but that wasn't a surprise. She doubted she'd be happy if she had to remember something like that. Still, he did raise a pretty interesting question.

Why did he become a ghost, but the rest of his family didn't?

Deciding it'd be best to worry about the matter at a later date, Kitsune finished up her food. After putting the leftover food in the fridge, she started heading for the stairs before she paused. "Oh- Chris?" She spoke up.

"Hm?" Chris hummed in response. "Do you sleep?" Kitsune asked. The question came to mind since she was going to bed, and she'd feel bad if he was just left alone for eight hours.

"Oh- yes, I do actually! I slept quite a bit when I first woke up like this." The ghost responded, following her up the steps. "Alright, that's good to know. Where do you typically sleep?" Kitsune asked, stopping in front of her room.

"Ah, usually my own room out of habit." Chris responded, before looking at Kitsune's bedroom door. "And would you look at that- you picked my sister's!" He pointed out.

"Huh, that's pretty interesting..." Kitsune mumbled. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Chris." She said, walking into the room. She smiled as Chris gave a cheerful "Goodnight, Kitsune!" in response.

Upon walking onto the bed, she fell face first onto it. She was quite tired, to say the least. It had been a long day, and she hadn't even unpacked yet. But of course, she intended to do that tomorrow. Sighing contently, she got under the covers and closed her eyes. She was definitely gonna like it here, that was for sure. The house was beautiful and quiet, and she heard wonderful things about the people in the quaint little town.

And to top it all off, she got a very interesting and polite roommate.

#stories #never alone again

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