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cinder-aj · 1 year

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This is one of my weirder ideas. It's the alphabet but each letter is one of my characters.

I wrote the names of each in the same way the character themself would sign!

I tried to make the background look like the wood grain on one of those alphabet boards they give to toddlers.

It was so hard choosing a character to represent S and C. I have so many fun characters with names that start with those letters.

Abyss: Sea/Night. She can see the future, but does not like what her visions foretell. She leaves her found family behind because she risks making a future in which they all die come true.

Basil: SporeWing. Wannabe witch but in reality she just lives alone in the woods, drinks a lot of mushroom tea and makes ink drawings of weird dreams. About as eccentric as she sounds.

Crater: Castaway. Cold and quiet, but neat and organized. He was once Stalagmite's butler and had a bit of a crush... that was until Stalagmite became successively more evil and twisted to the point where Crater could hardly recognize him. Crater was the one who put Stalagmite's rein of terror to an end.

Distantsky: NightWing. A total nerd, energetic and honestly kinda crazy. She had a vision of the future of a radio and built it for all of Pyrrhia. She also had visions of alien dragons (the Castaway fantribe) and predicted the reintroduction of the now technologically advanced Specus fancontinent tribes.

Ensconce: RainWing. He's known to be aloof and distant and lives in the Ice Kingdom disguised as an IceWing. Sibling to one of the most unapologetically evil dragons on Pyrrhia: Starfruit. Ensconce saw the downfall of his brother but left him to follow his own dreams of exploring. Ensconce regrets leaving his brother behind in his time of need.

Fluorite: QuartzWing. She's a rebellious, loud, bold, and rude little bi- and she will hurt you if you mess with her best friend, Circuit. She's supposed to be the replacement dragon in a war stopping prophecy, but at heart she's an anarchist who loves chaos and having fun.

Goldi: SkyWing (IceWing ancestry). She's energetic and loves crazy loud parties, but she is secretly an insecure perfectionist. Loves shiny things especially all things gold.

Harpy: RainWing. Disguises himself as a SkyWing. Nervous and Insecure, he's brothers with Ensconce and Starfruit. Unlike Ensconce however, he wasn't bold enough to eventually stand up to his brother. Harpy hates feeling useless, and has a job as a SkyWing royal guard. Plated in armor, he finds the strength within himself to act strong.

Ivy: Rain/Sea. Ivy is a sarcastic grump with the tendency to make dark jokes. Her father died in the SandWing Succession war and her mother was too distraught to raise her, so she was raised with the other RainWings and teased mercilessly. When she met her girlfriend Plutonium, her life changed forever.

Jackrabbit: Sand/Hive. Grumpy and mean old man with a heart of gold. He's that strict history teacher that softens the moment he finds another history lover.

Khaki: Hive/Mud. A brave and outgoing swashbuckling privateer. She catches thieves as she sails the seas with her first mate (and sister), Pumpkin, by her side.

Loon: MudWing. Trans female. An oddly smart MudWing who became the bigwings for her little family after her brother Pad, died. She has the tendency to be recklessly protective. Despite seeming so sweet one minute, she will stomp you if you talk smack about those she cares about, consequences be damned.

Mantis: Hive/Leaf. A timid and shy little dragon who wants to find her lost sisters more than anything despite having a new found family.

Nightshade: Butterfly-Tongue/Ringtail/BetulaWing. She was once a teacher but was framed for a horrible crime and was exiled. Nightshade is quiet and polite; a dragon of few words. Like Loon, she can be recklessly protective. She saved the life of her girlfriend, Sunflower and died trying to save her the second time. Her soul was put into the body of a robot and so she had a second chance at "life." (Long story lol)

Onyx: QuartzWing/Mistforme. One of the sweetest dragons you'll ever meet. 🥺 He's gentle and polite and likes friends. Onyx is a blacksmith and makes weapons.

Plutonium: QuartzWing. She's a shy nerd who can see ghosts and loves nature and exploring despite the anxiety it gives her sometimes. Separated from her older sister that sheltered her for most of her life, now she has to find her own courage. She's Ivy's girlfriend, and together they stood up to evil Stalagmite and helped prevent him from taking over the world.

Quark: Sparktail. He's a mean little jerk that acts like he's better than everyone and does and says what he wants. Secretly though, he's extremely insecure and his bold and arrogant behavior is a front. Quark is (probably) the only full-blooded Sparktail that can fly and he's the son of an ex-royal

Roselyn: SkyWing/QuartzWing (Secretly a hybrid). Her mother gave her a mysterious pocket watch after flying away and never returning. Roselyn dedicated most of her life trying to find her. After discovering that the watch was magic and allowed her to travel back in time, she tried to use it to get her mother back. No matter what she did, her mother always disappeared. Later, she found out that her real father, Stalagmite, killed her.

Stalagmite: QuartzWing. Not only is he manipulative, cold, and backstabbing, but he's also a jealous murderous lier with Animus powers. He stabbed his brother in the back for taking credit for the good deeds that Stalagmite was too shy to say anything about. He tried bringing back his dead lover, Phoenix, in several forms that all rejected him, even the most recent iteration: Crater. Hungry for control and power, he became King of the Castaways and took over their spaceship. He used dragons to power the ship, introducing uncontacted tribes on Pyrrhia and Pantala to Specus and the Castaways. He was pushed out the airlock of his ship by Crater, who was backed by the resistance.

Tumbleweed: Castaway. Fun-loving, rude, and sarcastic, she loves making crude jokes. Now Queen of the Castaways, Tumbleweed began as an eccentric content creator focused on conspiracy theories and pseudoscience. She make a video about casting a protection spell against malicious magic. She didn't know it at the time, but she was an Animus and whoever watched the video was actually protected. This came in handy when she led the resistance against Stalagmite with her girlfriend, Starfield.

Ursula: Orquidtail. Potions, poisons, she's got bioweapons galore for your assassination needs. She'll also keep secrets... just don't listen to most of the "information" she gives you. Ursula lies, often just for the fun of it.

Viprens: QuartzWing. Viprens is insecure due to her her mutated tails and is rather lonely. GIVE HER A HUG, PLEASE! Despite being practically blind in sunlight, she has the really cool job of being a flagger for spaceships.

Wake: IceWing. A vengeful lighthouse keeper that was frozen in ice for millenia by her animus sister so she couldn't challenge their mother to the throne of the IceWings. Has a bracelet that can make others fall asleep at the snap of a talon. No wonder she's so cold.

X: HiveWing. Her actual name is Executioner, but she doesn't feel the name fits her. Edgy without actually being edgy. X is known for acting like she doesn't really care; which is true, but she's also just lazy. X likes stand-up comedy but is actually terrible at it. Despite her name being Executioner, she couldn't kill anyone if she tried... unless you're counting humor as a person. (Ba-boom-tss)

Yellow Mistress: Butterfly-Tongue. Cold, quiet, and calculating, she is the terrifying leader of the guild of assassins (or mafia, really) known as The Comma. Despite wanting to lower the crime rate, instead she's monopolizing it. She actually leads a double life as the Yellow Queen. Only her terrifying Purple Butler knows. However, that's not the scariest thing about her. The Yellow Mistress is no longer the dragon she used to be, literally. She made a deal with a dragon named Aurora (who's practically the devil at this point) and was tricked into swapping bodies with her. Now she's stuck in a puppet made of leaves and bones while Aurora is free.

Zest: SandWing. Energetic, friendly, and in your face, that one loud hype-friend and your number one bestie. Her favorite thing is convincing others to do stupid dares (and also being dared).

#dragon #dragon oc #oc #lore #wings of fire fantribe #wings of fire #wings of fire art #original species #original character #ocs #wof fantribe #wof #dragons #weird art idea #alphabet

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briamichellewrites · 1 year

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Brie and Jon talked while sharing sparkling grape juice and laying on his hotel bed. There had always been something between them, though he kept it hidden as she had been a child. Since she was eighteen, he could finally act on his feelings. She had admitted to having a crush on him when she was younger. He and Dorothea thought it was cute. She had grown up to be a very beautiful young woman! The kind of beauty that made people notice her.

She told him about becoming a country rock artist. That was not the music he thought she would choose. She was a little more rock n roll than country. Why did she choose country? She liked the rebelliousness of it. It was like punk rock, though she didn’t have the voice for punk music. She wasn’t going to sing about being country because she had grown up in the city.

“Country music without the country”, he said.

“Yeah. Brad and I are going to create something unique that nobody has ever heard before.”

Was she dating anyone? She was but Bruce and Patti didn’t think it was appropriate because he was in his thirties. They had gone out on a few dates and were happy. He then met Bruce and he put the kibosh on it. He agreed that he could be intimidating. What was he like? He was a singer, songwriter, and producer for a band called, Linkin Park. She met him at some industry party.

He was very interested in learning about her. If he was closer to her age, Bruce would have loved him. He nodded. How was she doing? She was going through depression again. It started a couple of days ago. Brad came over for a while and made her something to eat. He was concerned about her having depression because he knew that she didn’t eat. Her depression seemed to come out of nowhere and that’s what worried him the most.

He remembered when she was five years old and she wouldn’t eat. Her parents were not that concerned because it was all in her head. She would get over it. When did she finally get diagnosed? She was recently diagnosed with genetic depression and prescribed antidepressant medications, though it would take some time to work properly.

Mike was hanging out with Phoenix and Linsey. She was trying to wrangle Regan and Brooklyn into taking a bath. They wanted to play. You guys can play in the bathtub! They had a lot of toys! Eventually, they gave up and followed their mommy upstairs. Phoenix had tried to help but he was only getting in the way, so he and Mike went out into the living room with their beers. Having two toddlers couldn’t be easy, so he had a lot of sympathy for them.

I want mommy. I want daddy. Toddlers knew what they liked and what they didn’t. They just didn’t have the words to express themselves yet. Phoenix called them mini teenagers. He laughed. The toddler stage was only three years, though it felt like a lot longer than that. At least teenagers didn’t run around the house naked.

While waiting for the girls to be done with their baths, they continued talking about Brie. Depression was horrible. It changed the way people saw things. Her brain chemistry was different from theirs. Maybe she was like Chester, who did better when he wasn’t alone. It was possible. Rob was going to check in with him after he visited her. Didn’t Brad go over for a while? Yeah, he made her something small to eat. They then watched a movie.

A very bad movie. He laughed. After a half hour, both girls were clean. They came downstairs in their pajamas and wet hair. Linsey sighed.

“You did it. Congratulations”, Phoenix joked.

“Next time, I’m having you do it!”

He laughed. “I’m in the doghouse.”

The girls had the energy they needed to get rid of before bedtime, so they went over to their toys in the living room. The adults followed them in there. They had to wait for their hair to dry before going to bed anyway. The girls played nicely together and Regan shared her toys with her little sister. Brooklyn didn’t know how to share because her mind wasn’t there yet. She was still in the selfish phase.

The kids were interesting to watch. They had a different perspective than adults because they were still learning. Their brains were focused on princesses, pirate ships, and whatever else they thought of. Dolls were babies and they were their mommies. They watched adults interact with each other and they played them out with their toys. It made them realize how much they were watching them and it made them take a good look at the way they treated others.

They also copied what they said or did, leading to sometimes embarrassing situations that could be laughed at later. Mike appreciated everything that Linsey and Elisa did. They balanced the kids with their careers while they were in the studio or on the road. They were the backbone of the band. He hoped to someday find a woman like them.

“Daddy. Mommy. Daddy. Mommy”, Brooklyn sang.

“Are you dressing your baby”, Phoenix asked.

“Yeah, it’s bedtime. She’s sleepy.”

“Then, it’s a good time for her to go to bed. She can play when she wakes up.”

She nodded. “Play all day!”

They laughed. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Brie and Jon hooked up for the first time. It was everything they wanted it to be. If he wasn’t married or thirty years older, he would marry her. He loved being inside of her and the feeling of her body underneath his. Thankfully, they were finished and dressed when Richie knocked on the door. He let him in. After saying hello to Brie, he asked if they wanted to get dinner.

The other guys ditched them while he was taking a nap. Yeah, they could do that. Just give them a few minutes to get ready. After shutting the door, she started laughing. That was too close. Jon came over and kissed her before she went to comb her hair in his bathroom. Making love to another woman felt wonderful. He was in an open marriage with his wife. They were both allowed to hook up with other people while he was gone.

As long as they both got tested regularly and it didn’t affect the kids. He was very careful about the women he was with because he didn’t want anything to leak to the media. The women he chose were not fans or groupies but women he found while at a bar or a party. The band knew what he was doing because he had been caught with another woman in their hotel room.

They wouldn’t say anything unless it affected the band. They didn’t want a scandal. He understood and promised to keep it quiet. To the media, he and Dorothea had a perfect marriage. He didn’t condone cheating and they advocated for making a marriage work, instead of getting divorced. If they only knew.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Vader Tries to Help

People encouraged me to share the dead dove concept! Yay! It’s a horrible concept with an undertone of comedic absurdity in the sense that you keep waiting to see what awful, incredibly stupid thing Vader is going to do next. Like it’s horrifying but it’s also very dumb.

By moving forward into the fic, you acknowledge that this is intended to be dark and liable to be upsetting, and that you are taking responsibility for your own engagement with the material.

This AU was helped along on discord by several parties but tbh I’m not sure how many of them actually want to be named.

Warnings: Mutual Extremely Dubious Consent (forced by a third party), drugging, irrational behavior (Vader), nonconsensual body modification, forced pregnancy, imprisonment, threatened torture of a child (not followed through on)

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Vader captures Obi-Wan a few years into the Empire. Because Vader is Anakin, but even worse on the emotional bullshit, he decides that he needs to keep Obi-Wan safe but harmless. Vader also got Luke in the whole 'capturing Kenobi' situation, so part of what Vader's thinking about all this is that Obi-Wan tried to protect The Baby and so Vader kind of owes him, obviously.

Palpatine lets him keep Obi-Wan "safe," because threatening Obi-Wan is a convenient way to make Vader shut up and do what he's told. Palpatine can kind of tell that threatening the toddler would make Vader lose his shit and attempt to kill good ol' Palps, so threatening the middle-aged depressed alcoholic being kept in Vader's guest room with Force-nullifying cuffs is pretty good. It's an additional layer of emotional torture on top of the electrocution of Vader himself!

Vader has Obi-Wan taking care of Luke, mostly, because Vader has Obligations and A Job, and Obi-Wan wouldn't hurt Luke, duh. He might try to escape with the kid, but he won't be successful, and Obi-Wan will definitely put Luke's safety first, so that probably won't happen.

This is all fairly normal for a variety of AUs, granted, and not very dark.

But see, Obi-Wan behaves. He's aware of how tenuous the situation is for him and his charge, so he plays nice. And Vader decides to reward that.

By giving him Cody.

There's an implied thought process there that Obi-Wan was fond of Cody, and Cody was fond back, and now that the Jedi aren't around, they can follow through instead of worrying about some silly Code. Vader's nullified the orders to kill all the Jedi, of course, possibly dosed their food with an aphrodisiac so they don't try to talk themselves out of What They Obviously Want.

Now, we’re going to make it a little darker, because why not make things worse by having Vader try to make things better?

Vader somehow twisted himself around to encouraging them to have a baby. This is accomplished through a combination of Sith Magic and nonconsensual surgery, and lots of questionable drugs.

Obi-Wan just wakes up in a hospital bed with a womb one morning, and is informed of the surgery then and there, after it’s already happened. The droid telling him about it is just like "in the Lord Vader's infinite kindness--" and Obi-Wan just.

Anakin.

What the fuck.

What in the actual fuck made you think this was a good idea.

(The Sith Chemicals, probably.)

I feel like Palpatine would maybe even order the pregnancy induction just to torture them by proxy because that's like eight levels of Fuck No and he barely has to do anything except tell Vader that he'd like to see what kind of children a Jedi Master like Obi-Wan has.

Luke needs friends, doesn't he?

Obi-Wan is having some very complicated emotions about all of this because Vader is, in his own absolutely insane way, trying to help.

Anakin wanted babies and Padme wanted babies so clearly, if Obi-Wan and Cody are in love, then they also want babies!

Cody and Obi-Wan very well might not be in love. Anakin definitely could have misinterpreted. It’s probably more angsty if they're just friends who ended up in this bullshit together.

(He's taking baby fever to new and somewhat horrifying heights, because... he would adore Obi's kids.)

(His family button is suprisingly large for a mass murderer.)

Vader Kindly Informs Bail That Obi-Wan Is Alive And Unharmed. Bail was a friend of Obi-Wan's, telling him this is only helpful and will keep Alderaan from getting more rebellious out of personal insult. Obviously.

Vader is almost offended when Bail implies he might hurt Obi-Wan. He kept his son safe, he owes him. Speaking of, don’t you have a child? How old is she, again? It would be Good for her to make friends, wouldn’t it? :)

Palpatine is just like... sitting back and eating evil popcorn as Vader runs around, ruining people's lives by trying to be less of The Worst than before.

Palps barely has to do anything, Anakin's fucking it up on his own!

Could have been just a sly "Kenobi is so attached to young Luke, but now that you've been reunited with your son, perhaps he'd be happier with a child of his own?" Come at it from both "make Obi-Wan happy" and "protect your relationship with Luke" angles.

Vader: I can't have babies anymore due to what you did to me on Mustafar. Obi-Wan: So you're punishing me by forcing me to have them instead? Vader: No! Children are a gift that you have been cruelly denied by the Order that held us in its chains! Obi-Wan: ...oh, right, you're insane. Forgot about that. Somehow.

Big dramatic speech about how the Jedi Order spent so long making them take lives, he’s giving Obi-Wan a chance to create it! To put something good and bright into the world!

Poor Cody is like. "General, I am very fond of you but I'm having a million panic attacks at the same time because of the mind control, and also Vader is under the impression that we're in love and I need to be your stud? I wasn't aware you could have children--" "I can't. Or at least, I couldn't, but Anakin is... creative." "...what."

I don't want to actually objectify Cody in the narrative past the point that Obi-Wan himself is, because nnnnngh racism and clone stuff, so I'm going to say Cody was in love with Obi-Wan, and would have been okay with at least discussing the whole baby schtick if not for the absolutely horrible circumstances.

Like if the war had ended normally, and Obi-Wan had expressed a desire to retire, unlikely as that was, then Cody may have suggested a dinner, and they could have gotten married and then eventually adoption...

(Cody had a lot of fantasies he didn’t let himself think about too hard.)

But no. It's this... weird Vader-inspired bullshit.

I'm just so invested in Vader trying to help but making things legitimately a million times worse.

He wants to help :) Oh god, he wants to help.

Why aren't people more appreciative of how hard I'm helping them? - the Anakin Skywalker story

With less time to stew and also getting handed what he wants, Vader could absolutely flip on a dime the second he saw Luke being protected, and go from “I hate you” to remembering that Obi-Wan said he loved him, and now he must keep Obi-Wan safe out of debt and he just... he’s playing house.

Vader throws Obi-Wan a baby shower after the pregnancy is confirmed. Bail is invited, because Obi-Wan doesn't have a lot of friends still alive. Vader decides Bail is top of the Obi-Wan’s Friends List.

This is the first time they've seen each other in two years. Obi-Wan is heavily pregnant despite Bail knowing full well he didn't have the plumbing for that before the Empire rose. Cody is there and emotionally exhausted but more lucid than most troopers. Luke is running up to Leia because New Friend!!!

....there may be MORE of the 212th and 501st at the baby shower, with “kill all Jedi” orders revoked, of course. But it will keep the children safe!! And Cody and Obi-Wan can see their surviving friends!!

Cody: I'd be much happier to see my surviving troopers if they didn't all still have chips in their heads. Obi-Wan: I feel much the same. Vader: [404 error]

Bail and his family might be there at blaster point, but aren't you happy to see them, Obi-Wan??

Obi-Wan's endless trauma is honestly somewhat curtailed by the incessant need to facepalm at Vader’s bullshit

Obi-Wan and Cody both outwardly have a very "there are much worse people I could be stuck with in this situation but obviously I wish I'd had a choice, no hard feelings" attitude at each other.

Internally, Cody is suffering because this is NOT how he wanted his crush to be realized, and Obi-Wan is just suffering, period.

Cody: How did he even choose which of us ends up pregnant? Obi-Wan: He thinks I need to be protected, and that he needs to keep me safe. Cody: ...he does realize that you're better at-- Obi-Wan: Cody, he's completely lost it. No! He doesn't realize!

I feel like over the course of the year or two this plot unravels towards Palpatine getting murder-deposed and Anakin getting locked down, part of the driving force to Vader not being Vader anymore is that Luke actually really loves Uncle Obi and always starts fussing and going "Ben's sad" whenever Vader dismisses what Obi-Wan wants in favor of what Vader thinks Obi-Wan wants, and Vader can't deny his child anything.

Luke cries because Palpatine Feels Wrong like, once or twice, and Anakin goes “oh, okay, assassination time.”

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Luke Skywalker #Commander Cody #Codywan #Darth Vader #Bail Organa #star wars #dubcon #situational dubcon #nonconsensual surgery #medical abuse tw #forced pregnancy tw #nonconsensual body modification #Vader Tries to Help AU #Phoenix Posts #dead dove do not read #dead dove

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certifiedjaeger · 2 years

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Eren’s daughter trying to be all scary and growling at him. The first time he spoke back to her in that growly voice (y’all know the one), she cried and he felt so bad. Now she thinks it’s funny.

omg :( lol

This probably happened when his daughter was going through a lil rebellious phase in her toddler years tbh!! Normally Eren is so soft around her but when his daughter gets mad at you one day and hits you out of frustration, Eren suddenly isn’t her sweet, soft daddy anymore :(

As he watches his daughter slap you, his eyes would get really wide—too shocked that his sweet, little girl would behave in such a way—and then he would instantly jump into action and bend down to her level and warn in a very serious voice, “We never hit. Especially mommy.”

And his daughter wouldn’t know how to react to her papa looking so upset with her and using that voice and she would just instantly break into tears, sitting on the floor and sobbing her lil heart out :(

And eren would be like…..oh no……oh NO!!!!! and he’d freak out and would be like “no, no, it’s okay, baby— you don’t need to cry, daddy loves you so much” and he would scoop her up into his arms and just have the biggest look of horror on his face, thinking to himself ‘WHAT HAVE I DONE’

And eventually she would calm down in his arms and then you’d come to the rescue since eren was now at a loss for words, just feeling absolutely HORRIBLE and hating himself. And you’d calmly explain to your little girl how hitting is never okay and that if something upsets her, she should use her words. And then she would look up at you with this expression on her face -> 🥺 and give you a little nod and be like “i’m sorry, mommy” :(

And Eren’s heart would just break MORE because he can hear how sad his lil girl is :( but he’s also really proud of her for apologizing <3 On the inside he’s probably a combination of ‘why is this happening, I HATE this, she’s so sad and I yelled at her and I will literally never forgive myself 💀’ and ‘I’m so proud of her, look at my lil girl, she’s so sweet and apologized and is such an angel, I love her so much 🥺🥰’

Honestly, by the end of it, you and your daughter are fine (y’all are probably chillin on the couch, snuggling and eating ice cream) but eren is a total mess LMFAOO he’s like

like literally picture this big, tough guy sitting down on the edge of the bed like 🥲🥲🥲 sniffling and on the verge of tears cause he feels so bad :(

But then you’re totally right !!!! His daughter would absolutely use that voice right back at him, she’s so playful and definitely growls at him and he’s just like, “yep, that’s my girl 😇”

#LMAO I love him :(#punk daddy eren chronicles #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren blurbs #annie's asks 💌#annie's anons 💕

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irenadel · 3 years

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So I recently read the short story “An Unwilling Apprentice” and found it all sorts of unsatisfying and intriguing, mostly because in canon we are given completely contradictory hints in regards to how old exactly Maul was when Sidious took him and in what circumstances he was taken.

1) Maul seems to remember nothing of Dathomir. True this can happen both if he was taken as a baby too young to remember or by sheer, ornery self-defense against remembering something less shitty that current circumstances.

1) a) Maul’s name: Maul says in Rebels that he used to have a name long ago, that was forgotten, which is just... I’m... it kills me okay? That just outright destroys the fuck out of me. Because it means he’s acknowldging a Dathomir he doesn’t remember, but now knows existed (thanks to Savage and that bitch Talzin, whom I stan), a Time Before Sidious. And also because... I don’t think “Maul” is actually a sithly soubriquet. “Maul” sounds too much like other nightbrother names, which sure, all sound sithly but that’s because Dathomir is neck deep in Dark Side Aesthetics. It’s entirely possible that “Maul” is his actual birth name. Talzin and Savage never call him anything else, though Talzin would have a vested interest in restoring to him any sort of lost name, maybe not in the immadiate aftermath of dragging Maul out of the pit of raving insanity, but at any point afterwards... maybe? a little? Mother Talzin if you named him something less metal please speak up...

2) There is that one depiction of Maul in Son of Dathomir, presumably at the time Sidious just got hold of him.

And like that’s absolutely adorable but he IS too old to not remember anything because of age (then again comic book artists are notorious for drawing weirdly adulty kids), so that means he did not remember because he blocked most of his memories? Well.... my problem with this is that you create a sort of phantom (ha!) preMaul where you have to imagine Maul sans Sidious’s influence and that’s.... strange if you’re not thinking about a baby or a toddler who have just the beginning of a personality. It’s unsatisfactory for me at least, because you strip Maul of all we know of Maul and chase after the shadow of a kid who no longer exists.

3) We have two accounts of how Maul ends up with Sidious, one of them Talzin insisting he was stolen (what does that mean? furtively? or by coercion like Asajj) and the other being Sidious’s account from the comic Son of Dathomir “a not so appreciated gift” or some old sithly nonsense like that. One must consider that both parties are liars, who is the worst liar of the two? who the fuck knows? So it’s entirely possible that both accounts are wrong or one is right or both are bogus.

3) a) Then there’s also that thing where apparently Talzin wanted to be Sidious’s apprentice and like... for what? and how? and why? and how did you think this was gonna come out okay!? You’re already either clan mother or poised to be clan mother, what do you need this shmuck for!? (Wait! did she become clan mother because of what he taught her? Intriguing new possibility) Like with all competent, older dark siders (I see you Dooku) I am always left baffled by how anyone who is both powerful and saavy ever gets roped into siding with Sidious. The dude is like Chronic Backstabbing Disorder: The Movie. There is nothing about him that says Trustworthy... unless he actually has the chance to groom you since childhood. Like I get Maul, Anakin and Ben Solo.... but WTF Dooku and Talzin?! You guys knew better!!!!

3) b) This is happening when Sidious’s own master is still alive right? Whether you take that to be Plagueis or else... So, so, so.... is Sidious hanging around Dathomir to find out a way to kill his own master? Doesn’t he say something along the lines of “I was learning from her when she thought she was learning from me”? I dunno, sounds like a shitty Sidious thing to do.

So all this to say “An Unwilling Apprentice” presents us a scenario where Maul is in Dathomir long enough to be a boy taught by his mother, who is sometimes bullied by other, bigger boys, and old enough to understand fishy things are happening between his mom and the creepy dude (Sidious). And the manipulation is spot on, don’t get me wrong, Sidious does that thing he does with Anakin where he tells Talzin to do horrible things to herself to gain more power and all these things do is drive a wedge between her and her son, all the while he is stoking anger and resentment in Maul, so that when the time comes Maul goes with him willingly even though that was not the deal he and Talzin had struck. So it is true both that this boy is being “stolen” but also given as a sort of gift to Sidious...

It’s just that this author does the thing authors in Star Wars always do, where they ignore previously established canon, because we can’t actually have one coherent galaxy can we? Because... one, Maul is old enough to remember everything... and like okay I can go with him just blocking those memories.... but this also means Maul was taken old enough for Savage to remember and Savage doesn’t seem to in TCW. Let’s grant that Maul is an unreliable narrator who may be supressing memories or lying about how much he remembers.... but SAVAGE doesn’t remember him. How much Savage actually remembers of his brothers and life is also up for debate, given the Dark Side Steroids and brainwashing he underwent, but still.... STILL it seems the only one who fully remembers Maul is Talzin.

But then we have this in “An Unwilling Apprentice”:

“Matters, however, were only to get worse, for later that night, having been hauled from the pit, the boy found himself introduced to those his keeper claimed would become his kin: a tall, wiry boy of a similar age and a stocky, broad shouldered boy at least a year older.

‘These two boys had for too long been starved of the love and attention all children crave, for the keeper was a stern and self-righteous man, and their mother had long before been taken from them to join a mysterious order from which she had never returned. It seemed fitting, then, that the two of them resented the new boy as much as he resented them, for he represented another mouth to feed and another who would vie for the keeper’s scant attention.“

Are the boys bullying Maul, Savage and Feral??? What the hell kind of jump in characterization is this? Because Savage and Feral seem to be adorable bros who just bro around being bros and not harming anyone until Asajj shows up to fuck their whole shit up... And like I get people can change a lot growing up but...... come on, you don’t have time to take me through such a radical change in personality, this is a short story! Or maybe these bullies have nothing to do with his brothers. (There’s another brother mentioned as a “weakling”? Is THAT Savage? But then Savage is definitely Force sensitive and not a weakling.... is it Feral? Why mention weakling brother if we don’t get enough information on him to place him or have him do enough to affect the story? AUGH!) And there’s the line, “their mother had been taken from them”.... So nightsisters grow up with nightbrothers? What? Is this keeper brother Viscus? What is going on? What insanity is this?

This is what I mean by ignoring canon. Dathomir is presented as a society violently segregated by gender. You never see any young boys with the nightsisters or any young girls with the nightbrother. For all intents and purposes they all live apart until Violent Breeding Ritual of Rapey Undertones ensues. Any story where you want Maul to be raised at least partially by Talzin must account for this segregation and in that sense you don’t actually... need.... the bullies.... they are kind of superfluous.... You have a whole caste system beating down on babyMaul and his mother wanting to keep him besides her. But then once more you have to account for olderMaul remembering nothing of this. Which okay, fair enough, Savage seems not to remember either. Neither of them seem to be scared or even wary of women... though by all means Savage should definitely be....

I just think it was a good plot with a weak setup that ignored a super useful canon setting and does not account for Maul remembering nothing of all of this!

When considering all of this I wonder if the most interesting explanation is that Maul did spend enough time in Dathomir to remember but he does not from sheer trauma. I think adult Maul seems to depend on Sidious a lot but... he also seems a lot more... I’m not going to say rebellious, but I’ll say “aware” than Anakin. He goes behind Sidious’s back much more than Vader and is way more resentful of his position as a subordinate (and ready to lord his masterdom over Savage as soon as he gets it... but.... harmlessly.....like siths but for babies, babysiths).

Maybe the more interesting view is to think that Maul remembers nothing and it is only upon encountering Savage and Talzin that, little by little, he begins to remember pieces of it. It would explain his sudden loyalty to Talzin. It would explain his desire for a long forgotten name that Sidious never gave him... it would explain... a lot...

#Star Wars #Darth maul #savage opress #mother talzin #son of dathomir #Sidious sucks and I hate him #You're not doing much better Talzin #*sighs*#brother viscus #feral opress #is that even his last name???#dathomir #Dooku and Talzin suck at judging people's trustworthiness #they don't even have Anakin's myriad of excuses

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On your comments about Jack: ye-es, in the sense that Jack is a character who definitely deserved better than he was treated by the characters. The way Dean especially treats him reflects very badly on Dean, no question. But, speaking as a viewer, I think the perspective needs to shift a little bit.

To me, Jack is Dawn from Buffy, or Scrappy Doo. He’s an (in my opinion) irritating kid who is introduced out of nowhere to be both super vulnerable and super OP, and the jeopardy is centered around him in a way that has nothing to do with his actual character or relationships. He’s mostly around to be cute and to solve or create problems — he never has any firm character arcs or goals of his own, nor any deeper purpose in the meta narrative. In this way, he’s a miss for SPN, which focuses heavily on conflicts as metaphors for real life.

Mary fits so much better in that framework, and introducing her as a developed, flawed person works really well with the narrative. It is easy for us to care about Mary, both as the dead perfect mother on the pedestal and as the flawed, human woman who could not live up to her sons’ expectations. That connection is built into the core of SPN, and was developed over years, even before she was a character. When she was added, she was given depth and nuance organically, and treated as a flawed, complex character rather than as a plot device or a contrivance. She was given a voice and independence, and became a powerful metaphor for developing new understandings of our parents in adulthood, as well as an interesting and well-rounded character. You care that she’s dead, not just because Sam and Dean are sad, but for the loss of her development and the potential she offered. So, in that sense, I think a lot of people were frustrated that she died essentially fridged for a second time, and especially in service of the arc of a weaker character.

And like, you’re right, no one can figure out if Jack is a toddler or a teenager. He’s both and he’s neither, because he’s never anything consistently and his character arc is always “whatever the plot needs it to be.” Every episode is different. Is he Dean’s sunny opportunity to be a parent and make up for his dad’s shitty parenting? Yes! Is he also Dean’s worst failure and a reminder that he has done many horrible things, including to “innocent” children? Yes! Is he Cas’s child? Yes! Is he Dean’s child? Yes! But also, no! Is he Sam’s child? Yes! Is he a lonely teenager who does terrible things? Yes! Is he a totally innocent little lamb who doesn’t get why what he is doing is wrong? Yes! Is he the most powerful being in the universe? Yes! Does he need everyone to take care of him? Yes! Is he just along for the ride? Yes! Is he responsible for his actions? Kinda??? Sometimes??? What is he???

Mary as a character is narratively cohesive and fleshed-out. Jack is a mishmash of confusing whatever’s that all add up to a frustrating plot device with no consistent traits to latch on to. Everything that fans like about him (cute outfits, gender play, well-developed parental bonds with the characters) is fanon. So, yes, the narrative prioritizes Mary. Many fans prioritize Mary, at least enough that Dean’s most heinous acts barely register. To the narrative (not to Cas, which is a totally different situation), Jack is only barely more of a character than Emma Winchester, who Sam killed without uproar seasons earlier. He’s been around longer, but he’s equally not really real.

I debated on responding to this because, to tell the truth, I think we fundamentally disagree on a number of subjects and, as they say, true insanity is arguing with anyone on the internet. However, you spent a lot of time on the above and I feel it's only fair to say my thoughts, even if I don't believe it will sway you any more than what you said changed my opinions.

I'm assuming this was in response to this post regarding how Jack's accidental killing of Mary was treated so severely by the brothers, particularly Dean, because it was Mary and, had it been a random character like the security guard in 13x06, it would have been treated far differently. However, then the argument becomes less about the reaction of the Winchester brothers to this incident and more the value of Jack or Mary to the audience.

I believe we need to first admit that both characters are inherently archetypes—Mary as the Madonna character initially then, later, as a metaphor for how imperfect and truly human our parents are compared to the idol we have as children, and Jack as the overpowered child who is a Jesus allegory by the end. Both have a function within the story to serve the Winchester brothers, through whose lens and with whose biases we are meant to view the show's events. We also need to admit that the writers didn't think more than a season ahead for either character, especially since it wasn't initially supposed to be Mary that came back at the end of season 11 but John, and they only wrote enough for Jack in season 13 to gauge whether or not the audience would want him to continue on or if he needed to be killed off by the end of the season. Now, I know we curate our own experiences online which leads to us being in our own fandom echo chambers, however it is important to note that the character was immediately successful enough with the general audience that, after his first episode or two, he was basically guaranteed a longer future on the show.

I have to admit, I’m not entirely sure why the perspective of how his character is processed by some audience members versus others has any bearing on the argument that he deserved to be treated better overall by the other characters especially when taking their own previous actions in mind. I’m not going to tell you that your opinion is wrong regarding your feelings for Jack. It’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it, it harms no one to have it and express it. My feelings on Jack are clearly very different from your own, but this is really just two different people who processed a fictional person in different ways. I personally believe he has a purpose in the Winchesters’ story, including Castiel’s, as he reflects certain aspects of all of them, gives them a way to explore their own histories through a different perspective, and changes the overall dynamic of Team Free Will from “soldiers in arms” to a family (Misha’s words). In the beginning he allows Sam to work through his past as the “freak” and powerful, dangerous boy wonder destined to bring hell on earth. With Dean, his presence lets Dean work through his issues with John and asks whether he will let history repeat itself or if he’ll work to break the cycle. Regarding Cas, in my opinion he helps the angel reach his “final form” of a father, member of a family, lover and protector of humanity, rebellious son, and the true show of free will.

From strictly the story, he has several arcs that work within themes explored in Supernatural, such as the argument of nature versus nurture, the question of what we’re willing to give up in order to protect something or someone else and how ends justify the means, and the struggle between feeling helpless and powerless versus the corruptive nature of having too much power and the dangerous lack of a moral compass. His goals are mentioned and on display throughout his stint on the show, ones that are truly relatable to some viewers: the strong desire to belong—the need for family and what you’ll do to find and keep it.

With Mary, we first need to establish whether the two versions of her were a writing flaw due to the constant change in who was dictating her story and her relationship to the boys, which goes against the idea that her characterization was cohesive and fleshed-out but, rather, put together when needed for convenience, or if they both exist because, as stated above, we are seeing the show primarily through the biased lens of the Winchester brothers and come to face facts about the true Mary as they do. Like I said in my previous post, I don’t dislike Mary and I don’t blame her for her death (either one). However, I do have a hard time seeing her as a more nuanced, fleshed-out character than Jack. True, a lot of her problems are more adult in nature considering she has to struggle with losing her sons’ formative years and meeting them as whole adults she knows almost nothing about, all because of a choice she made before they were born.

However, her personal struggles being more “mature” in nature (as they center primarily on parental battles) doesn’t necessarily mean her story has layers and Jack’s does not. They are entirely different but sometimes interconnected in a way that adds to both of their arcs, like Mary taking Jack on as an adoptive son which gives her the moments of parenting she lost with Sam and Dean, and Jack having Mary as a parental figure who understands and supports him gives him that sense of belonging he had just been struggling with to the point of running away while he is also given the chance to show “even monsters can do good”.

I’d also argue that Jack being many ages at once isn’t poor writing so much as a metaphor for how, even if you’re forced to grow up fast, that doesn’t mean you’re a fully equipped adult. I don’t want to speak for anyone else, but I believe Jack simultaneously taking a lot of responsibility and constantly trying to prove to others he’s useful while having childish moments is relatable to some who were forced to play an adult role at a young age. He proves a number of times that he doesn’t need everyone to take care of him, but he also has limited life experience and, as such, will make some mistakes while he’s also being a valuable member of the group. Jack constantly exists on a fine line in multiple respects. Some may see that as a writing flaw but it is who the character was conceived to be: the balance between nature or nurture, between good and evil, between savior and devil.

Now, I was also frustrated Mary was “fridged” for a second time. It really provided no other purpose than to give the brothers more man pain to further the plot along. However, this can exist while also acknowledging that the way it happened and the subsequent fallout for Jack was also unnecessary and a sign of blatant hypocrisy from Dean, primarily, and Sam.

And, yes, Jack can be different things at once because, I mean, can’t we all? If Mary can be both the perfect mother and the flawed, independent, distant parent, can’t Jack be the sweet kid who helps his father-figures process their own feelings on fatherhood while also being a lost young-adult forcing them to face their failures? Both characters contain multitudes because, I mean, we all do.

I can provide articles or posts on Jack’s characterization and popularity along with Mary’s if needed, but for now I think this is a long enough ramble on my thoughts and feelings. I’m happy to discuss more, my messenger is always open for (polite) discussion. Until then, I’m going to leave it at we maybe agree to disagree.

#long post #long ask #so long answer #guys it's 1 am #i hope this made sense #watch me read this after sleep and register things i wish i said #oh well #jack kline #mary winchester #spn #supernatural #spn critical #supernatural critical #kinda?#eh just in case #spn meta #supernatural meta #jack meta

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The Society

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The grandiose room would have been extravagant had Nahzi been seeing it from anywhere other than the stage. She was a prop- no. A prop was hardly noticed. Nahzi was the whole exhibit, ready for viewing, prodding, and throwing insults at.

“She looks uncomfortable.” I’m stuffed in a too-hot dress.

“Her hands shouldn’t be covered in those gloves. They are for the elite class- for the Society.” My hands are scarred and Garnor thought they would be too ugly to look at- said it would distract from my ‘pretty, scratched face.’

And what did it matter anyways? Nahzi was a Society member’s property, so the gloves should have made the elite class feel well. This lady had no right. Then again, Nahzi didn’t want the Society gloves. She didn’t want them. She wanted them off. Now. Goodness, she never even thought about the meaning behind it. Nahzi was adorning their clothing, becoming more and more like them. Her stomach twisted.

“Is she capable of lifting her lips at all?” Into a snarl, perhaps, but that would only get me into trouble. “Garnor must have found the perfect routine. I should ask him about it after the Gathering. Misfortune befall you, Creature.” You used to be a Creature, too.

Did he say ‘routine?’ If unpredictability was routine, then yes. If Garnor was so great at what he did, why wasn’t Nahzi his wife yet? And why wasn’t he the one with special abilities?

The gloves were itchy now. So was the dress. The pins in Nahzi’s hair. They didn’t belong on a Creature.

Most of the critics were women, ones all dressed up in uncomfortable gowns and with faces powdered themselves. Looks like they fell right into their new roles. Women with pale, olive, chocolate, and all skins had fallen victim- had all been manipulated so easily by those around them. There were a few men who had fallen prone to a woman’s influence, too, but they were much fewer than the alternative. There was no particular reason- only an easy pattern Nahzi noticed too soon as she stood broadcasted on the stage.

A hand landed on Nahzi’s waist. Her first reaction being to pull away was a mistake as it rattled the chains hanging from her wrists, drawing the attention of all the hungry sharks. Nahzi dropped her gaze, but kept her chin angled high. She had nothing to be ashamed of as long as she defied Garnor. He would want her to speak; she wouldn’t.

“You have received many compliments, I heard.”

Nahzi nearly hummed mockingly, but that was just as close to speaking as deliberately saying, ‘Go screw yourself.’ She swallowed, taking a small breath. Still, Nahzi said nothing, but she did turn her chin to make eye contact with Garnor. He hated it when she did so. Hated it because it meant she didn’t acknowledge him as a threat. Garnor forgot Nahzi wasn’t a puppy dog like the rest of the bitches here- literally and metaphorically speaking.

“You know what happens when you ignore me.”

Ignore you? Is that what you call this? Nahzi made a tss sound, one that gathered more attention than she meant. Everything she did was an attraction. Everything. It was why she remained so silent, and otherwise so obedient- despite her grandest wishes. It broke her- literally- to be so docile. However, fighting the guests would have caused a ruckus that Nahzi would not be able to survive later. The silence, on the other hand, that she could deal with the consequences of- because Garnor didn’t understand the importance of it.

The chain was grasped at Nahzi’s left wrist, and she was pulled into Garnor’s chest. Hating the gasp she gave, Nahzi turned her head away, her arms becoming riddled with chilled bumps. Contact be damned. Looking him in the eye usually caused him discomfort. That was…until the reason it happened was because she’d been frightened by him enough that she glanced.

“Look at me.”

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Tongue on roof of mouth. Nahzi plastered a look of contempt on her face- the same expression she always bared until slip-ups like the one just now. She faced him again, blinked, and nearly smiled when Garnor frowned at her self-control.

“You will regret making a fool of me.”

Nahzi shrugged. Maybe I will, maybe I will not. See, as horrible as the punishments sometimes were for not being Garnor’s little trophy-power wife, it was always somewhat satisfactory to watch him stomp around like a toddler throwing a tantrum. That satisfaction was all she needed to protect herself.

“You are going to perform.”

For the first time this night, Nahzi’s lips parted. What? she almost said but caught herself and snapped her jaw shut, lips forming into a defiant frown. No. You can’t make me. But Garnor could, and Nahzi knew that; she just liked to tell herself better.

“Your hand.”

She shook her head, stepping back. The stage was large, but not large enough that Nahzi could outrun Garnor. Of course, she had chains on, anyway. Nahzi thought even without them she had little chance- especially when surrounded by so many people who saw her as nothing other than an animal which needed taming.

Not here, Nahzi thought. Do not turn me into a performer in front of them. Them- all the people a part of the Society. A bunch of rich brutes and their dainty and lesser partners, taking in people like Nahzi to starve to death if only for entertainment. It was a vicious cycle that Nahzi wished to someday put an end to.

“One of them will take me,” Nahzi said, and her voice was rasp and unpractised from her long hours of rebellious silence. “You know they will.”

“Good, then you will smile when you receive your next compliment.”

As horrible as Garnor was, she didn’t trust that others in the Society weren’t worse. Nahzi heard stories of Miss Meighleen’s Creatures being damaged so far beyond repair that the husband smashed it with one of those meat mallets used in the kitchens- killing it once and for all.

At least its life was ended before it could become such a horrible and mindless contribution to the Society. Still, Nahzi had no wish to die. She preferred this constant fight and struggle over an endless motionlessness.

It. Nahzi used to be called that…before Garnor assigned her a name and gender. How unfair? Nahzi never paid attention to that change before but now…now as the gloves itched, and the dress scratched her skin…as she spoke to Garnor as a plea to remain as she was…it was all this which made Nahzi realize with raised brows…she was becoming one of them. It was this change, she realized, which was the cause of her misfortunate state now- the reason she had ever been able to be put in these horrendous chains, ones that pushed her fingers into unusable fists.

“I could not perform even if I wanted,” she whispered. Nahzi touched a closed, useless, and restrained fist to her lips, then to her eye as a tear slipped and she tried to hide it. The sniffle was unconcealable, though.

Was this it? Was Nahzi finally broken in after months- or was it years- of a hard, dreadful silence? After rebellious glares and jerks away from touches? But she still felt Creature-esque. Still felt angry at this change, at this sudden transition of sacrifice.

All this time, Nahzi thought, and whimpered in the back of her throat, I thought I was making such strategic sacrifices. Not fighting the visitors because it might have meant more torture behind-the-scenes, which would have meant submission. When all along…those sacrifices were acts of submission, and they were adding up- so quickly that Nahzi didn’t even see it coming until this very moment.

“Your hand,” Garnor said again, and this time Nahzi didn’t even have the capacity in her mind to reject him, to- to defy him, even in an aggravating glare. She stood still, sniffing with eyes wide open as she recounted each of her small sacrifices, only realizing that she doomed herself, and that Garnor hardly had to step in to do it.

As her hand was involuntarily lifted, Nahzi began to wonder, Is this my species’ fate- to become slaves to the Society? Have we no way to eliminate the threatful parts of ourselves?

The restraint around Nahzi’s fists fell away, clattering to the ground in a way that the sound ricocheted across the room, ringing in all Societal ears, ringing their attentions to the stage where an unrestrained Creature now stood sobbing to herself.

Nahzi clenched her fist at her own free will, but as she released her fingers to reveal her palms, a string of glowing white light slithered out, skittering across the air in bounded hops…right towards Garnor.

The Society, which had congealed into a massive, crowded audience erupted into cheer, laughter, and applause as the white caressed Garnor's hand, gliding across his knuckles and around his shoulders before steadily sinking into his skin.

Meanwhile Nahzi fell to her knees, head in her hands as she sobbed at her loss of powers, at her sense of being having been so cruelly ripped from her with hardly a moment’s notice.

Now, if Nahzi ever wanted her abilities back, she would have to do to a Creature what Garnor did to her. Or rather, what she did to herself. Could she do it? Could Nahzi continue the cycle of thievery and grievances just to reclaim what was stolen from her, even if it meant stealing from another?

Would she become a part of the Society, or would she find a way to tear it at its seams from within its gates?

#NOT A PROMPT #I had a whole bunch of tags here and now they're gone. Needless to say I'm not taking the time to put every one of them back.#The Society #I gave the characters names because I get majorly tired of calling characters Hero/Villain all the time.#Nahzi #Garnor #magic #magic powers #fantasy whump #whump #whumper #lady whump #I genuinely hate that tag because it's never my intention to write 'lady whump.' I just write stuff and tend to self project so the #characters tend to be female- hence I label it lady whump but eh. Don't like it.#Anyways #fantasy #fantasy story #fantasy drabble #Might turn these into OCs #Nahzi at the very least #medieval #medieval writing #medieval story #This one was fun to write because of all the development :)#1632 words #I wrote this last night while the power was out and couldn't post it until today which was vaguely annoying but *shrugs* you do what you ca

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evertriedsoywithyourpopcorn · 3 years

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5 Reasons Roman Is Infuriating (And Why I DO NOT have a crush on him)

Chapter 5: To A Land Of Our Imagination

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Chapter 1

Word count: 3471

Tw: Wounds, food, swearing

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Logan planned the second date two days after the first. A picnic in the imagination, that Roman insisted on helping out with.

It took them quite a while to prepare everything. A red gingham print blanket in a field of many flowers on a hill, the sight of a rather giant disney-inspired castle in the far distance, mountains enveloping the horizons; very picturesque, certainly. He even offered to set up an orchestra off the side for them, but Logan declined. Logan was worried that they would get sunburnt due to the realistic touch that he brings, but Roman insisted that wouldn’t happen. And then Logan insisted that he didn’t know that it wouldn’t.

The banter was probably what took the longest time. It started with the back and forth about the likelihood of a sunburn, and then whether Thomas would typically tan or burn, and then it spiralled into nothingness. Obviously Roman made zero sense, but Logan was still determined to prove his point.

“No, Thomas should not get a surgical beauty mark. It’s pointless and expensive when you could have the same results with the smallest amounts of makeup.”

“But it adds character! All of the glamor girls have beauty marks! And besides, why put in the effort of putting on the beauty mark every day when you can just wake up that way?” Roman rebuttals, and Logan cannot begin to express just how stupid that argument is.

“A few seconds of a makeup pencil and maybe some powder isn’t that much effort. What would be an effort is spending a ridiculous sum of money on something he might regret and want gone. It would be a waste of resources for something thought of on a whim. That money would also go into the beauty industry, the industry that profits off of one’s self-hatred.” He argues, because yes, in a world where hating oneself is so common and so profitable, the most rebellious thing one can do is to learn to love themself.

“Makeup is also a part of the beauty industry.”

“It’s nowhere near as harmful and expensive though. It’s not just about insecurities, but also accentuating features that you enjoy in yourself. It also happens to be an art form, so I’m surprised that you’d even try that useless fact.”

Roman huffs. He’s probably not that interested in the beauty mark, but sometimes impulse can make you do stupid things. He does however look upset, and Logan hesitates.

“You know what you can do with makeup?” Logan asks, and they look at each other.

“What?” He asks, still pouting.

“Make many beauty marks. And change their locations when you feel like it.” He offers, and Roman lights up like that very dangerous chemical reaction Remus and himself attempted on bonding day.

“By the fourth musketeer, you’re right!” Roman touches his own face, lost in thought. “You could switch it up daily!”

It took a while longer for him to acknowledge what they were supposed to be doing, and then they were touching up the flowers (which is when Logan notices Bells of Ireland, sticking out amongst the other flowers, and assisting in integrating them into the green fields, like the flowers just popped up amongst nature. He believes Roman had summoned them around for him, and he can’t help but smile.) and then heading to the exit so Logan could get the ‘object of his affections’.

“Are you going to be in the imagination?” Logan asks him.

“Well, duh. I’ll obviously be out of earshot, but duty calls, and I have quests to attend to! Can’t have a realm without it’s heroes, right?”

“I guess not.” Logan nods. Roman’s going to play immersive make-belief then. Very well. That does usually help with Thomas’s motivation. Logan thinks of asking to join him sometime, and then decides that would most likely end horribly. Maybe Dungeons & Dragons would be a better solution.

He leaves Roman at the doorway, going to retrieve Patton. It isn’t very hard; he finds him in the living room holding a picnic basket and smiling brightly.

“That really, isn’t necessary.” He points to the basket. “We have food at the location.”

“What’s a little more? Besides, I have a little surprise to help with the planning.” He leans in and fake whispers.

Logan blinks. “A planner?”

“No, even better. But don’t guess. You know your old Patton-ership Person can’t keep a secret for very long.”

Logan groans at the pun, and they head back through Roman’s door to the imagination. It isn’t long before they reach the flowery hills (Logan wanted it to be accessible, to avoid an awkwardly long walk), and he sits down on the large blanket. Patton coos at the view, and the enchanting flower fields.

“Is Roman here?” He asks, looking around. He sets the basket down.

“He said he wouldn’t be nearby, and I trust his word, but he is in the imagination.”

Patton lets out a sigh in relief and sits down. “Okay. I just know he’d be mad if he found out, buuut…” He opens the petite basket’s lid, and like the objects from Mary Poppins bag sprouts Janus, arms held out dramatically.

“What is up losers? I’m here to foil all of your plans.” He lightly steps out of the basket, and plops down so they’re all facing each other in a triangle. “By making them better. You’ll thank me later.”

Although Logan is surprised, he isn’t really bothered. He’s quite similar to Roman in the theatrics, so perhaps he’ll prove to add ideas that would give life and a charming flair to his own.

“Very well.” Logan pulls out a notepad from god-knows-where. “Welcome to the ‘date’.” He does quotation marks with his fingers, and Patton leans excitedly to Janus.

“I think that’s what we’re calling it now. ‘Date’, but you have to do the thing with your fingers.” He does the finger quotations.

“What a lame concept. I love it.” Janus smiles. “I’m absolutely dreading spectating this ‘date’.” He does the finger quotations, and adds a little more emphasis on the word. At least he seems to be having fun.

“So. First step: The goal.”

“Find out if Roman really does have legs.” Janus answers at the same time Patton exclaims “Marry a pretty prince!”

“That was not supposed to be a guessable statement. And both of you are wrong. Patton, we do not have legal documents and cannot legally marry. The goal is to ‘woo’ Roman.”

“There may be or may not be a very easy solution for this.” Janus suggests, lounging back and checking his nails despite his gloves.

“What would be that solution?” Logan narrows his eyes at him.

“Oh I don’t know… Tell him how you feel.” He looks at him face-on, dead-serious.

“But… He most likely does not feel the same way. Besides, he wouldn’t like something so… Insignificant. He’s embodied himself after a prince, for Newton’s sake.” Logan argues, heart clutching painfully (metaphorically, obviously. If someone’s heart clutches painfully in real life, he recommends they go to a doctor and get it checked), and looking off into the distance, calculating the odds of rejection. He so far has not detected any signs or repercussions in the romance, and with Roman’s celebrity crushes being people like Adam Driver and Orville Peck, how is he supposed to compare? He can make a schedule planner less important than a social engagement.

“Oh come on, cheer up champ! I’m sure he’ll love it no matter what you do!” Patton encourages, giving him thumbs up. Logan looks at him, unimpressed.

“But will he really? These… Unnecessary feelings have rendered me even less functioning around him, so psychologically speaking, I’ve been even less perfect around him. He lives off the idea of a perfect, film-like life. Disney prince… Disney Relationship, Disney prince partner. Why would he like me? I look like a teacher.” As Logan continues his rant, now up and pacing, Janus shoots Patton a knowing look, and Patton eventually looks at him with an unknowing look.

“What?” Patton asks quietly, as Logan rambles.

“You don’t know?” Janus looks surprised.

“Know what?”

“Roman hasn’t told you about… You know…”

Patton looks at him, attempting to decipher what he means. Eventually, he quizzically does a limp wrist.

“No!” Janus whisper-shouts, exasperated. “Of course he’s gay. I’m talking about something else.”

“I’m lost.” He admits.

Janus leans in and whispers into his ear.

“Oh yeah! He has.” Patton gives him a thumbs up.

“I need a new style!” Logan turns and points at them, and they both display their shock easily.

“Dear god no. You’d look more out of place than Remus during the cosplay phase.” Janus jerks back, appalled. (Besting Remus in being out of place while he was in Thomas’s cosplay phase is nothing to roll your eyes at. Stripper Kermit is only one of many horrendous ideas that Janus has had the pleasure of being scarred by.)

“But think about it. You often see someone in a new light when they go through a big style change, whether they’ve changed as a person or not. When we altered our outfits for the first time, it was like a fresh new start. We were new, and more impressive models of our past selves of just three seconds before.”

“I see your point kiddo, but that just isn’t you! It’ll work against you in the long run if you try to be someone that you’re not.”

“Agreed. Seriously. Not to mention you’d be boring no matter what you wear; might as well be more comfortable doing it.”

Logan considers it. He nods, and sits down. “Alright. Thank you for your encouragement. I’m still not going to tell him outright.”

Patton raises his hand. “I have an idea.”

“Alright, hit us.” Janus looks at him.

“If you are to hit us, do it gently please. And preferably on the arm. I quite like these glasses.” Logan nods, accepting his fate.

“It’s an expression.” Janus side-eyes him, and gestures for Patton to start.

“How about… We leave the idea of telling him directly as an option, but also make a plan? That way, you have many options to pick from!” He encourages, looking like a parent bargaining with their toddler.

“That wouldn't be unreasonable.” Logan takes out a pen, and clicks it on. “Now, why don’t we start?”

By the time they leave the imagination, Logan has notes full of ideas. It’s a little bit difficult to have the best brainstorms without a literal embodiment of creativity, but both of them are bad ideas to invite for different reasons, and not being in charge of creativity doesn’t stop the rest of them from coming up with creative thoughts. (If that were the case, the same concept could be applied to himself, and it would have probably killed him by now if he were the only one with an ounce of logic.)

He steps into Roman’s room. Nice as always, if not looking slightly blank. Maybe he’s just used to the disorder now.

He rips out a separate paper, and leaves it on Roman’s cluttered desk, to notify him in the future that he is no longer in his realm. He catches a glimpse of other papers on his desk, and is that-

“Poetry?” Obviously, Logan does not want to disrespect his privacy, but he does read the line he has seen. It was quite good. It seemed to be about jealousy, but he’s not the best at deciphering emotions, so he isn’t completely sure. He also catches a few typos.

He stands straight again, paces a little bit and just as he's about to sink out, he hears the imagination door open.

Roman stumbles in, heaving and drenched in sweat. He looks dull and lifeless, until he looks at Logan. It’s like a switch goes off, and he looks like his usual self again.

“Heading out?”

“That’s right. The date just ended.”

“That’s wonderful! How did it go?” He asks, strutting over, trying hard but failing to hide a limp.

“Are you alright?” Logan looks at him, and the standard first aid courses that Thomas has taken in his lifetime start kicking in.

"I'm-" And a poorly concealed wince. "Okay. Just a scrape from the dragon witch. Nothing a happy pappy prince can't handle."

"That's not something you usually say." Logan squints at him, taking a step closer. "Did you hit your head? You're starting to sound like Patton. I'm not leaving here until you let me help you."

"Ugh, fine." He flails out his arms, and then jerks them back in pain. "But seriously, how did it go?"

"It went well. Thank you for the Irish bells. We discussed things that one would do in a romantic setting, and then we dispersed. There will be another date fairly soon. I just stayed to drop off a note on your desk to inform you of our departure."

His eyes go wide. "My desk? Did you read any of my writing?" He asks, sounding panicked, with a hint of defensive nature.

"I did, actually. Not on purpose, I'm sorry. It was a poem that I believe is about jealousy. I read the third paragraph. It was quite well done." Logan bashfully admits.

"Oh. Thank you." He offers a small smile.

Logan suddenly remembers the wounds. "Now. Let's get to fixing you up. Do you have any cuts? Scrapes? Open wounds?" As he sits Roman down and checks over his injuries, he can't help but hurt a little bit on the inside. Roman's self preservation seems to have left him a long time ago, and he always gets reckless. He can't seem to let anyone see his weakness, and that's perhaps what he and Logan have most in common; although, Logan hasn't been injured physically in quite a while.

He finds a first aid kit (in Roman's nightstand. How concerning.) and helps patch up his wounds. Thankfully, Roman wasn't fully lying, as his injuries mainly consisted of bruises and mild cuts, but Logan made sure to take care of them all the same.

"I just realized." Roman whispers, eyes closed as Logan puts a band-aid on his arm.

"That's a new concept."

Roman ignores that. "You've done so much for me over the last while. To be fair, you always do things for me, but this week... Teaching me how to bake, leaving out cookies for me, which were heavenly by the way, thank you, helping with nail polish even though it was on your bed, this... It's quite a lot. I feel like I haven't done enough for you."

"Oh come on, don't metaphorically sell yourself short. This whole time, you've helped me set up my dates with Patton. Many of them, in fact. I had been nervous to tell him, and you helped me the whole way along. I am quite grateful for your contributions, Roman." Logan chuckles a little bit, because although expressing your gratitude for something that you don't care about may seem pointless, Roman still put in all of the effort. He did the planning, the setup and design, and wherever he was needed, he'd be. Logan had heard that he even managed to convince Remus to keep the funky business away from the 'dates'. That's quite a lot of work, and Logan appreciates every second of it.

"Nooo but that isn't enough! I want to take you somewhere special to thank you."

"Really Roman, that isn't necessary-"

"Thomas!" Roman screams into his ceiling. "You know how you're free in three weekends!? Yeah, well you're going to a planetarium now! Bring friends so you don't look like a loser." And sure enough, he can feel that Thomas has got the idea.

Logan's heart metaphorically explodes out of his chest with how strong it's beating. Thomas hasn't been to a planetarium in ages. It isn't really Logan's role to suggest activities on the fun side, so he's kept to himself, silently hoping for another side to bring it up. They have spare money for it. And here it is. In three weeks from now.

"That's... I don't know what to say. Thank you." He clutches the first aid kit to his chest.

"Well duh thank me, but it's okay. It's payback." Roman gives him two band-aid speckled thumbs up. "Consider it a date."

Uh-

Hm. Well, there goes Logan. On the floor. Dead.

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"More sophisticated and logical word for fuck."

Logan slams open Virgil's door, just as he's putting the last details on his embroidered spider web jacket.

"Dude, what?" Vrigil turns to him, only to see Logan laying on the floor, malfunctioning.

He goes over to the lifeless form. “Logan… You, like, never come to me with your emotional problems. I can’t help people. Do you want me to tease you? Because I can totally tease you.” He pokes him, and Logan rolls over to face the ceiling.

“It’s because I never have emotional problems, Virgil. I believe in you to keep a secret however.”

“Is this about the planetarium Thomas just planned? Because I can totally see why he shouldn’t go, with all those people around, judging his every step, and the chance of being separated from his friends, or seeing someone familiar and it’s just awkward..”

“No, I agreed to the idea. I had wanted to go for quite a while.”

“Does it… Have to do with Roman?”

“Of course it has to do with Roman. Even now, he is still the largest thorn in my side.”

“Apparently you’re a masochist then. So, what’s up with him and the planetarium?” Virgil circles him, seeming bored but willing to hear the story.

“He was the one who suggested it. In fact he said to ‘a date’.”

“Ahh. So you are here for emotional issues.”

“It’s not an emotional issue. I simply wanted to tell you that I think it is an optimal time to tell Roman about my newfound fondness for him.” He sits up, and Virgil gives him a hand to stand.

Virgil chuckles. “It’s not bad to ask for help, Logan. But that does sound like a good idea, or whatever.”

“Of course it’s a good idea.” Logan says, hand bouncing up and down at a rapid pace. He looks like he’s sweating. Virgil squints.

“But you’re nervous.” He observes. “And you want to talk about it with someone.” He holds up a hand before Logan can protest. “Ah-ah. Don’t lie to me on this one. Sit down.” He takes out a chair, and then looks at Logan. “You know what, maybe not in my room.”

So they go to Logan’s room, and he explains his plans, and some worries, and Virgil nods along and agrees.

“By the way, have you been seeing the way Roman’s been acting lately?” After Logan seems to have finished with ideas, and they were just sitting together, Virgil speaks up.

“No? Perhaps. He did want to make cookies, which is odd for him, and he called me kiddo, if I remember correctly.” Logan recounts the last few days. He’s not completely sure. Roman has always been a slight enigma to him.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. A few days ago, he came into the living room, and he was wearing a polo! If it weren’t for the colors, I would’ve thought he was Patton. And then.” Virgil stares at Logan, who looks impassively back at him. “Just yesterday, Remus told me that he dumped some of his posters into the trash.”

“Ah, perhaps he’s finally taking advantage of his wall space.” Logan says quite proudly, in a room where there are many cork boards on every left-over piece of wall he has open.

“No, you don’t get it. When’s the last time you’ve seen his room without posters?”

“To be honest, I don’t remember.” Logan admits. Virgil nods along, his eyes staring at him intensely. “Because I barely ever go into his room.” Virgil slumps. “Listen, Virgil, the concern is appreciated, and I support you continuing to collect evidence on this matter, however, it sounds like he’s trying something new out. I have no reason yet to be concerned.”

“Okay, whatever.” He gets up from his chair. “I hope you feel better, nerd. Catch you later.” He salutes, and just sinks out.

Logan continues to stare at where Virgil once was, thoughts jittering. Is Roman really acting that strange? He almost sounds like he’s trying to become Patton. Maybe he’s looking to renew his look for Thomas? He had been rather heart-broken when he misinterpreted Thomas calling him his hero. He also likes costume changes. Maybe he’s preparing something.

Logan hopes that Roman will be alright in the end. And that he himself will be as well. He takes a deep breath. He can do this.

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20moonchild21 · 3 years

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Gif by @tearuntold

๛∙ꨄ Failed Haircut

Pairing: BTS x female!8th!member

Warnings: too much cuteness

Words: 2000+

✍︎ 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮, because you have a great hairstyle. I hope you like it! ✍︎

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Grace took a deep breath as she sat crossed legs on her bed. Her eyes were closed, hands trembling as she took the small mirror and brought it up towards her face. Carefully, she opened her lids, but as soon as her gaze met herself in the small piece of glass, her eyes got all teary.

Today was supposed to be a good day for her. Their manager had gave them the day off, and since the boy decided to do... she didn't even know what they actually wanted to do, but she knew that she wanted to take care of herself.

So she and her stylist Jina, with whom she was pretty close friends, decided to go to shopping, to the cinema, nail salon and whatever girls do. At last, both women decided to go to the hair salon, and that was where the misfortune took its course.

One important fact about the only female member: when it came to her hair, Grace did not understand any jokes. Her golden hair normally fell smoothly over her shoulders until it reached the small of her back, and sometimes, when the light fell over it, it looked like it was glowing and shining.

She was proud of how long and healthy it had grown over the past years. She didn't need (and didn't want) any extensions, and she didn't want to dye her hair like her boys did sometimes.

But then it happened: the hairdresser took a strand of Grace's hair to curl it with her flat iron. Unfortunately, the flat iron was too hot for the girls sensitive hair, but when she noticed it was already too late. The hairdresser quickly pulled the flat iron away from the smoking hair and a thick strand of burned hair fell down next to the stool Grace was sitting on.

That's how she found herself on the bed

looking at her now shoulder long hair.

"It looks horrible." She whispered as she drove her right hand through the short hair. More and more tears fell down her cheeks.

But she knew that she had to stop crying eventually because firstly, she couldn't change her situation and secondly, she promised to cook dinner for the boys when they would come home. She let out a loud sigh and went over to her dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a red beanie.

She knew that she couldn't hide her new hairstyle forever, but as long as she couldn't look at herself in the mirror, no one could know about this.

When all of her hair was hidden by the piece of fabric she dried her eyes and made her way into the dorm's kitchen.

She cut and prepared all the ingredients, boiled the water and put out all the tableware they would need later.

"We are back!" She heard Namjoon yelling from the door.

Spotting her reflection in the glass of the oven, she saw that her eyes were still red and puffy. She didn't want the boys to know that she cried because of her hair, even though they knew what it meant to her.

She looked around the kitchen and quickly spotted a pair of sunglasses on the windowsill. She put them on just in time before Jungkook waddled into the kitchen.

"Wow. It smell amazing, Gracie." He said and came up behind the small girl. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head. "Is this Japchae?"

The girl just nodded and turned her attention back towards the burners. Of course Jungkook noticed the hat and sunglasses, but since all of the usually wore their accessories indoors, he didn't think more about it. He just dropped his arms, pulled his phone out of his pocket and sat down on the kitchen counter.

One after one, the boys joined the two youngest in the kitchen, and no one said something about the girl's outfit (to her relief). She heard the boys behind her joking and laughing about random things, and normally she was the first one to join them in their silly conversations. But not today.

She knew it was silly to cry about the too short hair. Many would title her as princess or even conceited, but these people didn't know how important it was to her. When she was younger, she wasn't allowed to grow her hair longer than under her chin, because her mom didn't want to deal with all that hairstyling stuff that young girls love to do, and her father wanted a son anyway, so the short hair didn't remind him that he actually had a daughter.

She tried hard to hold the tears back while thinking about her childhood. The long hair reminded her who she was, and that no one could rule over her body again. But now, it was all gone.

"Should I set the table?" She shrugged when she heard Jin's voice.

She blinked the tear drops in her eyes away and nodded her head quickly.

She turned off the burners and took a deep breath, before she grabbed the handle of the pot and carried it over to the table.

"I am sooo hungry!" Hobi groaned when he opened the lid of the pot, while the other agreed with him.

"Grace?" Namjoon looked sceptically at the young girl, as she was about to shove the chopstick into her mouth. "Are we too shiny for your eyes?"

At first, she looked a little bit confused, but when Namjoon gestured for her sunglasses, she knew what he meant. It was his unwritten rule, that on the table no one was allowed to wear sunglasses or hats or scarves, because it was rude.

"So? Would you mind taking the glasses off?" He asked again.

Grace carefully nodded. Slow-motion-like, she lifted her hands up and pulled the piece of plastic away from her eyes. She didn't dare to look up, still too afraid that her eyes would be red or puffy. Luckily, none of the boys mentioned something about them.

The food indeed smelled delicious, but Grace just couldn't get something down right now. She put her elbow on the table and leaned her head onto her hand, while she shoved the noodles around the plate with the other hand.

"Grace?" Namjoon's voice ripped her out of her thoughts once again. He just pointed with his index finger towards her head. "Please, take it off. You know what I think about it while dinner time."

"Ican'takeitoff..." The girl mumbled more to herself than to anybody else.

"What did you say?" This time, it was Jin to ask.

By now, the boys definitely had noticed her strange behaviour. Grace normally wasn't a troublemaker when it came to rules inside the dorm.

"I can't takeitoff." She whispered again, still refusing to lift her head.

The boys looked at each other confused.

"Grace, I still did not understand what you said." Namjoon said in a sternly way, as if the girl was a stubborn toddler in front of him.

He knew that she was a grown up woman, but in the past they had a few problems with Jungkook being rebellious teenager, so he wanted to avoid that she would start behave like him back then. Just as he was about to talk again, a small, rippling noise halled through the room, followed by small sobs.

She just couldn't pretend anymore that everything was okay, because for her, nothing was okay in that moment. Big, fat tears rolled made their way down her plump cheeks, rolling over her chin and falling down onto the table with a small rippling sound.

Not wanting to break in front of the boys, she tried to leave the table, but immediately a par of strong arms were wrapped around her body, pulling her onto his lap.

"Shhhhh." Taehyung's deep voice shushed calmly into her ear, rocking slightly back and forth. "It's going to be okay."

She buried her head deeper into his shirt, staining it with her tears, but she couldn't care less right now. She just couldn't hold back all the sadness and anger about the situation.

Anger about the hairstylist, that she got herself distracted and forgot about the flatiron in her hair.

Anger about herself, that she wasn't carefully enough and let someone else working on her hair.

Anger about her parents, who didn't accept her as the girl she was, and sadness, that she couldn't do the tiniest little bit about the situation.

A big hand found it's way onto her back, rubbing slow circles on it, while Taehyung whispered some sweet words into her ear.

Eventually, the girl calmed down after several minutes of crying and sobbing. She lifted her head from Taehyung's shoulder and used the sleeve of her shirt to whip off the wet stains on her cheeks.

"Grace, what is going on?" Jungkook kneeled in front of the girl and took her smaller hands into his bigger ones. "Are you okay? Are you in pain? Did someone hurt you?"

"No. I am not hurt, Kookie." She whispered and squeezed his hands slightly.

"What happened? How can we help you, Gracie?" Yoongi, yes, the cold and cool Yoongi, had came up behind her and placed small kissed onto her head.

The girl chuckled coldly, while fiddling with her hands in her lap. Usually, one of the seven boys always came up with an idea to solve her problems, but this time there was no solution. Slowly, she lifted her hand up and pulled the beanie away from her head, revealing her new, short hair.

The boys all gasped, as her honey blonde hair fell down from under her beanie, but this time ending right over her shoulder.

They all knew how serious she was about her long hair. There was a time when she didn't talk Jungkook for 3 weeks, because he accidently smeared a chew gum into a small strand of her hair. Why would she cut it all the sudden?

"Jagiya!" Jimin took a strand of her thick and now short hair, and rolled it around his finger. "Why did you cut your hair? You love your hair."

"Yeah, why would you cut it?" Hobi said and drove a hand through her hair as well as the other six boys. "Not that it looks bad or something."

"I – I didn't want to cut it. The hairdresser b-burned my h-hair." She sobbed again and took a strand of her hair. "Now it looks ugly. Everyone is going to laugh at me."

She let the strand fall and was about to hide her face in her hands, when someone pulled her hands away. Namjoon held her hands in his bigger right one, and pushed her head up by her chin with his left hand.

"Jagiya, you know that this it not true." He said and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "No one will laugh at you. You –"

"Yeah and if, you have seven bodyguards to beat everyone up who says something about you." Jungkook interrupted Namjoon, as he lifted both of his arms in a 90 degree angle to flex with is biceps.

"No. No one gets beat up." Namjoon shook his head and turned his attention back to the girl in front of him, who was now giggling at Jungkook's comment. "What I was about to say: Your haircut has nothing to do with your personality. You are still our Grace, the bubbly, silly but smart girl, that makes us laugh every day. I know that you care about your hair, but believe me, in a few month, you'll have your hair back."

"Yeah and 'till then, we can make cool matching half-bun hairstyles." Jungkook piped in, making the girl smile slightly, before he leaned forward and hugged the small girl tightly.

She closed her eyes and buried her face tightly into the boy's neck, inhaling his manly scent.

"We could also dye our hair in the same colour and you –" Jin said, before he quickly got interrupted by the girl's head shooting up.

"NO! NO, no, no – nonono." She pushed the young Maknae away from her and faced her oldest friend. "This is already bad enough, Oppa."

All of them were laughing by now, knowing that Jin obviously was joking about dying their hair together.

"You are so beautiful, na sarang." Taehyung had leaned forward and whispered into her ear, before he pressed a kiss onto the tip of her nose. "With long, and with short, and even with no hair."

"He is right!" Jimin came up and wrapped his arms around both, Taehyung and her. "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't matter what."

"I love you guys so much." She whispered.

They all ended up in a big group hug, followed by kisses all over her and sweet compliments.

She blushed, ad hid her face once again in his shirt, while the others were still laughing. The boys may could not bring her hair back, but they could definitely help her to get over the situation. And after all, having shorter hair might not be as bad as she thought.

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jezy · 3 years

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My Ben 10 Reboot/Grim Dawn OC-- Libra Renov! :D

Warning! Some of these parts have uncomfortable stuff, so if you don't like it. Might wanna either scroll down faster or endure it if you still wanna read it.

Libra has a lot of expertise with being a Sage of Illusions but she's also a healer and wild card in case missions go south. Which is about 50/50 percent most of the time.

She's also one of the smartest sages there is. But she sometimes focuses on the puzzles way too much so she doesn't notices anything going on around her.

Libra has a few friends but they're just a bunch of royal jerks. Except Hex, she liked him when they've met. Disa and Libra are friends too, but she trusts Hex more than anyone.

Before Libra died, she was a human with wavy chocolate brown hair with deep blue eyes and fair skin. Now, she's an aetherial with messy black charcoal hair with glowing green eyes and her skin's pale white.

She is an adopted royal, let me elaborate : Her real parents' kingdom got dethroned by another kingdom in ledgerdomain. The king and queen who has a tomboy daughter which they don't like, and resulting for said daughter to left them with no heir. So when they dethroned Libra's parents, they took toddler!Libra under their wings and taught her how to be a girly-girl princess.

At first, Libra loved it but when she grew older she became a rebellious child (in secret) and would often read her adopted father's books about magic without permission.

When she met Hex (when she first sneaked out for the first time), she realized she can be so much more than just be a useless princess in her kingdom. She could help people on the front instead of doing it behind the walls of the castle.

So ever since then, whenever she gets the chance to do something rebellious, she would do it using illusions as distraction then she helps the people in need with a disguise. (Like Robin Hood).

Her adopted parents didn't liked it obviously and were trying to figure out who would do such a thing. They still haven't found out it was her.

Libra & Hex are the "friends to lovers" couple. They're glue you can't easily separate and will hurt you if you hurt one of them.

When she found out that she's getting arranged marriage to Hex's younger brother, she didn't liked it. Yes, she knew about Hex's younger brother, Spellbinder, but she didn't liked him like that.

So when Libra & Hex became 18 years old, they eloped to Cairn and became Sages since then. They're not exactly married in legal standards, but they don't mind it one bit.

When Hex gets pissed at someone, its Libra's job to calm him down.

Since she's the only thing that stands between Hex and his anger to the whole multiverses. That is, when she died in the first cataclysmic war.

Libra deeply cares about Hex and is deeply hurt whenever Hex does something he regrets. Like, cursing his brother when Spellbinder forcefully kissed her lips.

Of course, Hex hid away from her for a few years because of the fear he'll hurt her too.

This made her depressed and longed for him, even to the point on not eating or sleeping because she misses him too much. Till Disa slaps her from her depression and yells at her to get a grip.

Libra was slightly thankful for her, even though it hurts like hell. She now learned a lesson that Hex would come back. Which he did, and Libra basically sprung out to crush him with her hug.

Libra cried rivers when Hex came back, as well as him.

After that, they now have more love to each other. Which is a blessing for the other sages since they now feared/despised Hex because of what he did.

They were peaceful, until the cataclysmic war....

Now, the cataclysmic war isn't just some war, it was a war between The Gods of Cairn and The Aetherial. (I'll probably make a post about the Aetherials and Gods of Cairn, since I can't explain everything in here)

It affected everyone even The Sages, half of the faction died including Libra. Who got trapped inside the spell of the Handmaiden Shield and burned alive by the aetherfire the aetherials had caused.

When she died, her soul got flung down deep into where the aetherials (now just spirits) had now reside. When they noticed her and found out she wasn't one of them, they tortured her for eons till they came back to take over the world. But she held it together for as long as she can take.

That was until... Theodin Marcell, The Master of Flesh, had began experimenting & reanimating the bodies of humans. He searched for test subjects (alive and/or dead) and found Libra's corpse in an ancient graveyard, and decided they will make her their most perfect masterpiece.

And so he did, first they forced Libra's soul to go into an aether crystal (a sort of physical form of aetherials). Then, he sliced open Libra's body's chest and planted the crystal inside her heart. Then he started reanimating her.

When she first came back to life, she was strapped naked in an electric chair. She tried to get out obviously until she saw Theodin Marcell coming down.

"Ah, so you're awake..."

"What do you want with me?!"

"The higher ups of the Aetherhold has accepted my request to test on you, Miss Libra Renov..."

"That still doesn't my question bastard!"

"The higher ups also want you to join our army. A special soldier, if you will."

"I'll never join you! Not after what your kind has done many eons ago!"

"Of course, I know you won't accept, so we'll do it the hard way instead..."

"Wha--" Then she screamed. Theodin had activated a switch that activated the electric chair. There were iron nails, nailed through her hands, and seemingly connected to the wires up to the switch. Making her feel the pain through her nerves system.

It hurts like hell, it felt like she was on fire. Her organs felt on fire, her brain-- Everything felt like on fire.

Theodin kept doing this to her till she threw up bile onto herself. Coughing up the remaining bile in her throat.

"Hmm, interesting, a human body can take so much of electricity before they perish. But you however, since you were blessed by the gods, you can take so much more..."

"What the hell does that mean?!"

"That means, I have to do more experiments on you. But since you just woke up, I'll let you rest. Tomorrow, we will continue, and by then... You will sooner or later become a masterpiece....."

She only glared daggers at the possessed man as she was dragged away to a cell. They threw her and pinned her down, then they chained her up against the wall to make sure she doesn't escape.

Her hands felt numb from the electrocution, her body was shivering from the cold and shaking from the electricity. Her brain felt dizzy, if she focuses too much on an area, she would throw up.

Whatever the hell Theodin has in store for her, she'll endure it. She won't break from him. She'll get out and escape as soon as she finds a way how.

Besides, how worse can it get?....

Surely it won't be too much for her? Right? She's seen disturbing things, she has the confidence that she won't break.

Oh how wrong she was...

How very wrong she was...

The next day, when she was being escorted to the experimentation room. She tried to escape.

There were many aetherial possessed soldiers and once they saw her, they started shooting at her. Unfortunately, she was hit multiple times and died.

But that wasn't the worse part, the worse part was when she started to wake up. What she saw was scarring.

Her body's opened up like some frog in a science class, she could see her organs and everything from her perspective. Bloody equipment on a table, her beating heart, and Theodin poking and putting something inside her. It was enough to make her nauseous.

"Oh? Awake already?"

She was freaking out and started to squirm a lot.

"I suggest you don't squirm, unless you want an important organ to get cut from your recklessness."

She immediately froze from his words.

"Good pet." She growled at that nickname, she was very disgusted by him.

She tried to look around for any places where she can run, or anything nearby that she can use to break out of her confinement.

But she couldn't do anything, she knows that. She can't escape and she'll just bleed out if she somehow miraculously did. She was trapped.

She had no choice but to stare at what Theodin's doing to her for hours, mortified. And when he finished stitching up the slices he made, he did one more thing.

"Oh, and since you tried to escape. A little torture will be necessary."

And so he did, by stabbing her leg unexpectedly, in which she screamed. He kept doing this to different parts of her body until she began crying and whimpering.

Her face was covered in cuts and limbs that have stabs all over them. There were a few close calls to her neck making it look like scratches.

"Oh, you're crying? That's pathetic."

"...."

"Still not answering?"

"....."

"Whatever, because of your recklessness you got shot down by our troops. So I suggest you stop being stubborn and just accept it. You can't escape. And if you do, we'll be coming after you."

Those words slowly drilled down into her brain, she tried to ignore it but couldn't. In the next few days of those horrible electrocutions and mortifying tests that include getting her shoulders dislocated in the process, she was beginning to starve.

Theodin doesn't cares though so he just ignores Libra's whimpers of starvation and continued on the experiment. Even if it means Libra gets slammed like a bruised ragdoll.

There's more, more worse than that. When Theodin realized he couldn't do more experiments on Libra due to her lack of energy. He feeds her near-expired food, by literally shoving it down her throat till she chokes on it.

She absolutely doesn't likes it and tried to escape once after that. But she got stabbed from behind her and died once more.

Everytime she tried to escape, she keeps dying. And everytime she was brought back to life, she was punished. Either it was electrocution, beating her up, stabbing her randomly, or really painful whips in the back.

Her brown hair became darker until it was charcoal black due to getting electrocuted many times, her skin was so pale that you would barely see the cuts in her face. She has spots of burns on her skin when aetherfire was shot at her, body that has stitches everywhere, and her hands was beginning to glow bright green due to prolonged exposure to electricity.

Her head hurts, a lot and her chest feels funny every time she exhausts herself.

She cries in her sleep everytime, she can't take it anymore. She is in so much pain, so much stress. That she didn't even saw the worst part that happened to her.

"Fuck you..."

"Oh my, how dirty your mouth is."

"Screw. You. I can tell whatever I want to say."

"Oh my... Don't tell me you've forgotten one of the rules of your faction... That would be very disrespectful of you."

"Wait, the rules??"

"Yes, don't you remember the faction you joined and its rules?"

"My faction? Yes, my faction!... The err... S..So...The Sorcerers!"

"You meant 'The Sages'?"

"Wait, 'Sages'??? I thought--"

"Oh don't tell me you don't remember, The Sages of Cairn? The faction you dedicated your whole life into."

"Of course I remember! Its just err..."

"You seem to have forgotten your faction."

"N-No I don't! I do remember them!"

"Oh then please, tell me all about it."

"Its..erm, ugh! Why can't I remember?!"

"So you don't remember anything? Anything in particular. Your friends, your family, even your lover?"

"I...I don't remember....." Then laughter erupted from the man, as she tried to remember.

That was the worst part, she couldn't remember anything. Her memories full of holes, fuzzy dreams with no meaning to her, and sometimes nightmares would crawl into her mind. The only thing that she held onto was her name and the name of her lover, Hex, but memories of them being together was long gone.

And soon, Theodin had managed to succumb Libra in her weakest point. Where she was easily manipulated by the aetherial....

After a couple more years of experiments, torturing, etc. She was empty both inside and out. Her eyes were dull of life, her vision (sometimes) was such a haze but she didn't really cared.

Theodin had turned the once stubborn Sage into one of his mindless (very scarred soldier) soldiers for battle.

She couldn't feel pain no longer. After what she went through, she slowly became numb to pain. Which was good for Theodin Marcell, as they now have a perfect masterpiece, ready to go and do their bidding.

But the downside is that she became a masochist so every wounds inflicted to her, was a pleasure for her instead of pain. So she had to wear a mask, so people won't find out she loved the pain on herself.

She became a Mage Hunter, a mixture of an Inquisitor and an Arcanist. She disguised herself using illusions (that she vaguely remembers) and infiltrated the barracks of The Black Legion.

She then proceeded what Theodin tells her to do, smuggle the aetherial spirits to people who are the weakess mentally and with most negative emotions.

After Malmouth had fallen she continues hunting down humans for Theodin to "make a masterpiece" out of them. That was until Hex arrived.

One day, she received a mission to protect Warden Krieg in his home. So she used a rift to get there quickly, and when she did...

She saw none other than Hex who's fighting aetherials at the moment.

She stood there staring at him, thinking about how familiar Hex is to her. Though, she didn't know it was him. Until she decided to call out for him when he was finished with killing the aetherials.

"...Hex?"

That immediately caught Hex's attention and saw Libra standing there, shock mixed with confusion.

"How do you know my name?"

"I..I don't know, but I remember someone named Hex.... I'm not sure.... I just called out to you..."

"Well people don't know my name unless--"

"I'm Libra..."

That made Hex shut up quickly and come up to her with widened eyes before hugging Libra. Her mask was quickly swept to the side as Hex kissed her.

The hug and kiss really made her feel nice and warm. Like, they've been doing this for who knows how long.

But soon, the warm feeling disappeared when he let go, "How can I know you're Libra??? She died eons ago..." He said with sadness in his voice. That was a good choice, being skeptical was a good choice.

"I don't know either.... I can't remember anything, my memories are filled with holes..."

"Can you remember maybe a little bit?"

"Well, I've been getting nightmares more recently... My dreams were always different but I think I remember burning in one of them..."

"So it really is you... What happened?"

"I'll tell you, but first, we need to go somewhere and then we can talk."

Hex only nodded and followed her to a hidden place. That was when she told him everything she remembers so far, after the end of her talking Hex looked like he was going to rip Theodin Marcell into two. Which makes her scared.

She doesn't want to lose the only warmth that she has now, she needs to protect him. That was how she betrayed the aetherials and helped Hex with his missions.

This doesn't please Theodin though....

But she doesn't care, she's obsessed with Hex's warm feeling and she doesn't want to lose it.

Even though her memories is filled with holes, Libra felt like she belongs to Hex.

And since Hex is now together with Libra again, he can help her with those hole-filled memories.

And maybe now she can slowly remember what they used to be...

Here's the current gacha design for Reboot!Hex and Libra (Since I can't draw, lel)

Hope you enjoyed it!

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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years

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Silent VII

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Jeff Tracy, Scott Tracy, Grandma Tracy, Alan Tracy

This fic’s been a bit of an experiment, perhaps more so than the others, but I’ve still greatly enjoyed writing it and I hope you’re enjoyed reading it, too. I’ll be back with the fifth and final sense tomorrow, so see you then!

His return to Earth was nothing like the previous times. Triumph, shared laughter and in jokes with his best friend in the universe (barring the one he had married, of course) were barely a distant memory as the space shuttle docked and Jeff stumbled out of it with all the grace of a fawn on ice.

There was no-one to greet him. Another first, and for his final return from space, it was by far his worst. Lucille always knew when he was going to be home, and always made sure to be there – with their sons in tow if she could wrangle it. She wasn’t here this time, but he already knew that. His time on Alfie had been slashed short by a message trickled through the cosmos until it reached him.

Your wife’s dead.

Three words. Three horrible, horrible words. It was lucky that Lee had been there with him, for once the voice of reason that held him back from trying to space walk the whole way back to Earth himself. Most likely without his helmet, a forgotten piece of necessary equipment in the shock. Jeff had ended up sobbing in his friend’s arms for hours when it had properly sunk in.

Lucille was dead. His beautiful wife, the mother of his five precious sons, the most brilliant star he’d ever seen. Avalanche. Messages from Earth to the Moon tended to be direct and to the point. Less to get lost in translation that way, although Jeff wished it was just a mistranslation.

Your wife’s dead. Avalanche. Sons alive.

It was the last two words that had stopped him from walking outside without his helmet, regardless of Lee’s attempts to stop him. His boys, his five wonderful boys, had had their mother torn from them. Who was with them? Who was stopping Scott from playing parent more than he already did while their father was off gallivanting around in space? He’d promised Lucille this was the last time, that he was ready to settle down on Earth so that Alan, at least, could grow up with both his parents always around. She’d never begrudged him his adventures, but one son, she’d demanded. One son, he would watch grow up day by day, and not a couple of months a year.

So much for any of their sons growing up with both parents. At the sign that he’d be home indefinitely, the world had decided to strip their mother from them, instead. His poor, poor boys.

Were they injured? Alive left so much potential. Had they been caught in the avalanche as well? Swept down the mountainside and jumbled all the way into a hospital?

When had it happened? There was no date, no way of knowing how quickly he’d been informed – and it had been three weeks since the message got through before they could launch a shuttle to bring him home.

Thankfully, his superiors didn’t bother with the usual tedium of a debrief when he staggered into Earth and one G gravity again. They held him back only long enough for the mandatory physical assessment – “don’t terrify your kids by collapsing on them, Tracy,” – and hacked through all of the red tape until he was free to go, and then personally ensured he made it to his front door.

His mother’s car was on the drive. An old thing he was sure had been ancient when she’d first acquired it, long before Jeff had ever met Lucille, it gave him the breath of air he needed. Mom was here. His boys were alright. They had to be – she’d never leave any of them alone in a hospital. Whatever had happened, his sons hadn’t been abandoned.

What was the etiquette for arriving home after months away? Did he open the door and stroll straight in, or should he knock and announce his presence? It had never been a concern for him before, with Lucille always by his side when he came home, gripping his elbow as though he’d fall over if she didn’t personally hold him up.

Then again, he had, the first time.

He felt like he might again, and it was that thought that had him pushing the door open and stumbling through.

“Mom?” he called. The door was unlocked – she was definitely in. What day was it? It was early afternoon, but were the boys at school or was it a weekend?

“Dad?”

Well, that answered that question. He stumbled into the sitting room to meet startled blue eyes, inherited from the boy’s grandmother. Scott was sat on the couch, somewhat stiffly, with his laptop on his lap and headphones discarded carelessly on the cushions.

“Scott!” Unsteady on his feet, it was more of a controlled collapse than anything else onto the couch beside him, pulling his eldest into his arms. There was no protest, no squawk that he was too old for that – or even that his laptop had been dislodged by the sudden embrace. All the signs of a rebellious teenager starting to find his own place in the world that had been showing just before he’d left were gone, leaving behind a child.

“Dad,” Scott gasped into his crumpled shirt, hands balling into fists against his back as he returned the embrace almost as fiercely. “D-Dad.”

“I’m here,” he mumbled, resting his cheek on top of his son’s head and clutching him tightly, hearing quiet, desperate gasps. “Dad’s home.” There were tears in his eyes, prickling uncomfortably and spilling down his cheeks. He would have been embarrassed, normally, but Scott was sobbing into his chest as well, and they’d both lost someone they loved more than life itself.

He couldn’t help but notice, however, that the commotion they were making failed to draw any more young boys – or their grandmother – to the room. His mother hadn’t responded to his call, either.

“Where are your brothers?” he asked Scott after a moment. “And your grandmother?”

Scott drew back slowly, and Jeff loosened his hold enough that they could face each other properly, but didn’t let go entirely. His eldest didn’t fight for his freedom, and indeed still had his shirt in his fists.

“School,” he said. “It’s Wednesday, Dad. Grandma’s collecting Alan from playgroup.”

“I see,” he sighed, moving to pull him closer again before a thought struck him.

“If it’s a Wednesday, why aren’t you at school?”

Scott promptly buried his head in his shirt again, clinging to him with a fervour that unmistakably said I don’t want to talk about it.

Jeff let him keep his silence, instead shifting around until he had his eldest son firmly situated in his lap. Fourteen or not, he was still his son, and if he was out of school – no doubt his grandmother’s call – then there was something very wrong. Jeff only hoped it was the obvious, and not something else on top of Lucille’s death. For his part, Scott didn’t protest to being treated like a much younger child; if anything he clung even tighter.

The door opened and he turned his head to see his mother walking in, a small blond toddler with blue eyes at her heels. Little Alan had grown up so fast, just like all of his brothers before him.

“Jeff!” Gentle hands cupped his face, before pulling him – and consequently, the son on his lap – into an embrace. “Oh, Jeff.”

“Mom,” he choked out, vaguely noticing Scott wriggling free and slipping away. “Mom, I-”

She hushed him, stroking his hair as he tried and failed to stop more tears. He didn’t want to break down in front of two of his sons, but the dam had been once again breached and much like Scott had been sobbing into his chest minutes earlier, he sobbed into his mother’s shoulder.

There were no platitudes she could offer him, nor did she try. The relief at seeing two of his sons, and the implication that the other three were also unharmed, only went so far in easing the pain at Lucille’s loss.

Knowing that two of his sons were in the room helped him to regain control, if not composure, however. They needed him to be strong for them, so with some effort he pulled away from his mother and turned around to find that Scott had sat down on the floor next to Alan and was distracting him with a toy car.

“Scott didn’t say why he’s not at school,” he commented quietly, watching the pair of them. “Did something happen?”

His mother gave an unhappy sigh that immediately concerned him.

“I pulled him from campus classes for the time being,” she said. “He’s been enrolled in the online classes instead.” Jeff glanced over at the ignored laptop, tilted on its side, and saw something that looked like math.

“Why?”

“It took me five days to get here,” she confessed quietly, and Jeff swallowed. His boys had been alone for five days. He knew them well enough to know that Scott would have stepped up as parent, but he shouldn’t have had to. Not at fourteen. “A severe snow storm had me trapped, and when I finally got here I found out that Scott’s so-called friends-” she all but sneered the word “-had taken offence to him quitting the basketball team and instead of bothering to find out why, decided the mature thing to do was to take the aggressive approach.”

“What?” The word got strangled in his throat and came out as an enraged hoarse whisper rather than the shout it meant to be. It was still enough to catch Scott’s attention, although when the teenager realised they were looking at him he quickly turned his gaze back to Alan, who was making rocket noises to accompany his car. “He was being bullied? Straight after Luci-”

His voice choked up completely.

“I took the matter up with the principle,” she assured him. “All four boys responsible have been suspended and put on community service for a month. Mr Atkins made it clear that he takes bullying very seriously.” She sighed again, but there was an angry glint behind her purple glasses. “Scott is also housebound on doctor’s orders for at least another month.”

Jeff’s eyes widened and he focused on his son again, still distracting Alan even though it was clear he was listening to their conversation. He’d thought his sons had escaped injury, but was that not the case? How about the other three?

He asked as such, and got a sad smile.

“None of them were hurt in the avalanche,” she promised him. “They all walked away from that physically fine, if very shaken. No, it’s the fault of those horrible boys. Most of the bruising has faded, but he still has cracked ribs and mild internal bruising from their attacks.”

Jeff couldn’t listen to anything more, not then. He left his mother on the couch and stumbled down to the floor with his sons. Alan regarded him with wide eyes before scrambling into his lap, rocket-noise car abandoned, in search of a big hug, which Jeff was more than happy to provide.

Next to him, Scott was rigid again, and Jeff remembered enough of his own adventures with broken ribs to recognise the accompanying discomfort. He remembered the crushing hug he’d given the boy when he’d first seen him, and winced. Scott hadn’t made any attempt to stop him – had seemed desperate for the physical contact – but he must have been hurting.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, freeing one arm from Alan to carefully loop it around his eldest’s shoulders. “I’m sure you can call school a wrap for today.” Scott still didn’t meet his eyes, but leaned into his touch again.

“Thanks, Dad,” he mumbled.

“Dad!” Alan echoed, all toothy grin.

“Dad!” was the same call he got two hours later, when his final three boys came home and wasted no time in demanding a group hug, all of them noticeably mindful of Scott.

Dad. He still had that. His wife might be gone from the mortal plane – although he had no doubts that she’d be watching them from the stars – but he still had his sons, and he tightened his hold on all five of them.

As long as he had them, he could keep going.

Fin

#sensorysunday #sensorysunday2020 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #jeff tracy #scott tracy #grandma tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #silent

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{ halston sage ♔ twenty four ♔ she/her } well, well, well if it isn’t serenity ‘ren’ sykes running around peach hollow. legend has it, she comes from blueberry boulevard and has lived here her whole life. if you’re wondering what she’s been up to, i hear she’s a preschool teacher/cam girl for a living. she has been known to be reticent yet effervescent. a word of advice to them, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching.

HEADS UP: TW FOR CHILD DEATH, TERMINAL ILLNESS AND MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE

in the year 1990, howard and celia sykes gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named michael, mikey for short. he was their entire world, and little did the two know – their entire world would stop spinning a mere four years later.

howard was a truck driver, the breadwinner in the family, while celia stayed home with mikey. during a routine check up when the boy was just three years old, the doctor made a startling discovery – mikey was in kidney failure.

howard began picking up more and more shifts, needing the extra cash to pay for medical bills. he was away a good bit, and every time he came home, there was an argument about how he was away too much – but they needed the money.

despite how hard the doctors tried and how hard the little boy fought, his kidneys failed completely and they were unable to find a match for a new one quick enough. he passed away in 1994.

it was never a question as to whether or not howard and celia would have another child – and in 1995, serenity eileen was born. they went with that name hoping that it would manifest a little peace into their strained relationship. when in doubt, don’t pull out, right?

much to their dismay, serenity was a pretty rebellious toddler and child. when something was asked of her, particularly by her mother, ren did the exact opposite – and that’s when they started calling her ren instead of serenity. the irony was too much for celia.

however, her father saw her at her best. it was rare to hear her talk back to him, or to even disobey. their bond was unbreakable, a daddy’s girl since birth. he often took up for ren, even when she was in the wrong, which caused even more strain between her parents. to this day, celia firmly believes that serenity’s birth was the downfall of her relationship with howard.

they put her in different sports and activities in an attempt to get rid of all of the negative energy she had, but her mother just packed more and more negativity in her life. they never had a good relationship. when they finally found the activity she enjoyed most, both parents were a little disheartened to find out it was jiu jitsu. celia’s dream for a little cheerleader went down the drain.

the calls from her principal started rolling in when she was in middle school. fights, talking back to teachers, asking all the wrong questions – and there was even a point where her parents contemplated home schooling, but howard knew celia wouldn’t be able to handle it, and so they tried their best to keep her out of trouble.

she mellowed out a little in high school, but wasn’t popular. a lot of kids made fun of her for being a loner, but she preferred it. it let her go home to her books and her writing. it let her go to the dojo more often.

they put her in a peer mentor program where she worked with young kids who were in trouble like she had been, and that was when she decided she wanted to teach. serenity busted her ass her last two years of high school and got into winchester where she received her bachelor’s in early elementary education.

she moved into an apartment at tangerine towers as soon as she turned 18, and lived there for many years, until the same disease that took her brother attacked her father.

without a second thought, ren broke her lease and moved back home. howard had told her how absent celia was – never home, avoided him when she did come home, and he was getting sicker. he needed help, someone who could provide financially and emotionally. her return home lead to ren catching her mother kissing another man before getting out of his car and going into the house – and this was when serenity snapped.

it started off as a screaming match in the middle of her kitchen. this was about a year ago. she went in on her mother about the verbal abuse she received as a child and about how sick she had to be to cheat on her terminally ill husband. they exchanged horrible words until ren had her mother pinned in the corner of the kitchen. she shoved her, and celia called the police. she pressed charges, but when serenity went to court, her mother didn’t show, the charges were dropped, and she was able to return to work. she has no contact with celia.

she has taken over sole care of her father battling end stage renal failure. she takes him back and forth to dialysis, prepares his meals and keeps him company. she had to drop from an all day pre-k teacher to half day, so she’s off work by noon and can take care of her dad – but half of a teacher’s salary isn’t enough to get them by. not even a little.

in the past six months, ren has become quite popular on o*lyf*ns and various other sites. it allows her to make the income she needs to keep her dad comfortable towards the end of his life, but she is constantly worried that one of her student’s parents will find out and she will lose her job, especially with having the assault charge not too long ago – dropped or not, it was still there and still public record.

she’s a superhero!! teacher by day, cam girl by night – doing the lord’s work

PERSONALITY & FUN FACTS

despite her past, ren really is an approachable gal. she has a contagious smile and likes to flash it whenever she can. she’s never met a stranger and can talk to just about anyone, but don’t let that fool you. it’s likely that you don’t know much about her at all.

being reticent, ren often hides parts of her life – like anything that isn’t her day job. it’s hard to get past small talk with her at times because she is vacuum sealed. nothing slips out. of course, she has close friends that she trusts with her secrets – just not the cam girl one.

she can be overzealous and effervescent upon first meeting, but that’s to hide how deeply sad she is. if she’s over the top happy, then how could anyone suspect what was going on at home?

she loves parties! she isn’t a rager, but loves kicking back with a beer and spilling her guts to a stranger she will never see again, or so she hopes.

ren is a very good listener and people often go to her for advice and consolation. she’s good at it and takes pride in it.

loyal to a fault, serenity will kick someone’s ass to protect her loved ones.

can definitely be a hot head but tries her best to keep it under control

mommy issues lol

still practices jiu jitsu and has now taken up kick boxing!!

has three lil gray cats named huey, dewey, and louie. they’re brothers

if her nails are chipped, she’s not in a good place tbh

adrenalin junkie

WANTED CONNECTIONS

i imagine she has a handful of childhood friends, maybe people who saw all the shit her mother put her through??

the adrenalin junkie pal who will do ANYTHING with her and vice versa. cliff diving? graffiti? anything!!!!

a ride or die or two

perhaps a current fling or two

exes, mainly flings since it’s hard for her to let someone in

THE BIG ONE!!! she was with this person in college and they had plans to be together forever but when her father got sick, ren pushed them away and things have never been the same

enemies… for literally any reason

idk hit me up lmao

#intro #if you haven't plotted w her #come find me

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MistyMountainHop’s That ‘70s Show Fanfic that Never Was: #12

Note: I likely came up with this idea after reading heatherlea75‘s T7S stories many years ago. The initial premise reminds me of her fic For Her Sake.

Jackie Is Missing

Jackie Fakes Her Death Jackie and Hyde are married. They have a young infant child (maybe eight-months old). Jackie's father has gotten into some bad business, which causes her life to be threatened. Jack helps her fake her own death, even using a corpse in her stead. Hyde is left to raise their son on his own. He's completely devastated by her death. He doesn't know how he's going to raise their son alone. Kitty, Donna, Eric, and W.B., Angie, and even Red say he won't be doing it alone -- he'll be doing it with them. So the first part of the story follows him raising the kid with his family and friends' help. After Jackie's “death,” Hyde begins to shut down. He's an emotional robot. Eric tells him he can't do that. Eric says, “Don't raise your son the way Red raised me.” Hyde says Eric turned out fine. Twitchy, but fine. Eric asks if Hyde wants his son to turn out twitchy, too. Hyde doesn't.

Eric also reminds Hyde how Hyde felt growing up with his alcoholic parents. Does he really want to do that to the child he shares with Jackie? Hyde says no. And this wakes him up. But it also means he's in constant pain from the loss of Jackie. Hyde's quicker to anger than he used to be, but as the years go on, he regains a good portion of his emotional distance back, his Zen. Not all of it, though. As the kid becomes a toddler, everyone says that the kid looks so much like Hyde, but all Hyde can see is Jackie. The kid has blond hair, but this darkens as he gets older to Jackie's brunette. The kid does have Hyde's curly hair, though. When Jackie “dies,” Donna is pregnant with her first child. She wanted to share that news with Jackie but never got the chance. Jackie, however, is not dead. Jack goes to her hiding place and relates how her funeral went. Jackie doesn't want to hear it. But Jack stole Hyde's eulogy about her. Jackie's surprised he wrote anything down. Jack says Hyde didn't stick strictly to the eulogy, but the same sentiment is there. Jackie can't bring herself to read it. She stuffs it deep into a drawer. Jackie is very nauseous. She and Hyde had made love before Jack told her she had to “die”. She breastfed her son (using a breast pump) and falsely believed she couldn't get pregnant while breast-feeding. So she and Hyde didn't use protection. Turns out she's pregnant. Jackie freaks out. She says she has to go back to Steven and their son. She can't deprive them or this child of their family. Jack says she has to if she wants her children to survive. Jackie eventually gives birth to a daughter. Next part of the story, Hyde's son is seventeen. He's been affected more by Hyde's grief at Jackie’s absence more than Jackie’s absence itself. In the son's POV, we get that Hyde has this broken piece inside that's never healed. But the son also feels very loved by Hyde. The love/affection Hyde felt for Jackie, he gives to their son. Hyde's overprotective because of what happened to Jackie. This has created a rebellious streak in his son. He’s very much like Hyde. How is he like Jackie, though? When Hyde tells his son the dangers of smoking pot, the son argues that Hyde was a major burnout as a teenager. Hyde says that pot was different then. It's been bred to be way more potent. As usual, people fuck up a good thing. The son knows he looks a lot like his dad. But he looks at pictures of his mom to see how he looks like her. He also asks Hyde what Jackie was like. Hyde tells him. The son also sees happy pictures of Hyde and Jackie together. This has a strong effect on him. Hyde did date during his son's childhood; he had plenty of sex. But no relationships stuck until, maybe, when son was sixteen. Hyde might have a woman living with him; first serious relationship. Maybe it's someone we know from the show. Hyde felt okay to do it once son reached fifteen and was more independent. Hyde raised his son next door to Eric and Donna. Son became best friends with Eric and Donna's daughter. She has low self-esteem when it comes to her looks -- like her dad. Donna's always taught her to value things beyond her appearance. The girl is very, very smart. She has Donna's blue eyes and Eric's brown hair. She has Donna's temper and playfulness, and Eric's depreciating sense of humor and compassion. And Hyde's son is in love with her. But Eric and Donna's daughter thinks she has “a goofy face” because “nothing's symmetrical”. One of her eyes is slanted slightly to the right. The bridge of her nose is curved. One breast is bigger than the other, etc. But Hyde's son likes that. To him, that makes her even more attractive. He likes what breaks from the carbon-copy, plastic, sterile societal idea of perfection (so much like Hyde). Donna and Eric's kid is eight months younger than Hyde's son. She's in the grade below him. That summer, though, Hyde's son goes to rock n' roll camp and meets his sister. He feels instantly connected to her, and that scares him. She looks like Jackie except she has Hyde's blond hair and steel-blue eyes. He's spooked. When he goes home, he tells Eric and Donna's daughter he met someone who looks so much like his mom. She was a loudmouth, too, like Hyde told him Jackie could be.

Eric and Donna's daughter gets jealous, says, “Did you kiss her loudmouth?” Hyde's son says Eric's daughter is sick. He couldn't hook up with someone who looks like his mom. Hyde's son is unsure if he should share this info with his dad. His dad finally seems, if not happy, less pissed off with his girlfriend. Hyde's son doesn't want to open up this can of worms. Eventually, though, the son tells Hyde about it. Or Hyde's son maintains contact with this girl, through letters, and invites her to where he lives to bring her guitar, hang out, and jam, etc. Jackie's daughter was unnerved by the boy she met at that camp. Jackie told her Hyde was dead. She also said his name was “James,” not Hyde or Steven. Jackie never showed her pictures in case her daughter wanted to seek him out (worried she didn't trust Jackie's story about him being dead). Jackie's daughter also thinks that her last name is what Jackie's current fake last name is. And she doesn't know Jackie's real first name. So when Hyde's son asks her her mother's name, she tells him a name other than Jackie, and that crushes Hyde's son's theory. Hyde's son, though, theorizes that maybe his mom's alive. His friends, including Kelso's twin sons, think his conspiracy imagination is acting up again. Hyde's son was raised around Kelso's family, too. Betsy was always the untouchable, unattainable hot chick. Fez and Laurie's son is their friend, too. Eric and Donna had a son seven years after their daughter. Hyde's son is protective of him. When Jackie's daughter tells Jackie about Hyde's son, Jackie breaks down. She knows exactly who her daughter’s talking about, the name, the physical appearance, and the behavior give him away. She hasn't seen her son in over sixteen years. Jackie's grief is re-opened, and she weeps, and her daughter freaks out a little. Eric may not like that his daughter is dating Hyde's son. Eric thinks Hyde's son is too much like Hyde was pre-Jackie. Hyde gets pissed at this. And later, Hyde's son proves how great he is. He protects Eric and Donna's daughter and/or their son from being hurt by a dangerous situation or person. Jackie only comes out of hiding when the people after her dad are dead -- or she believes they're dead. They might have pulled the same trick on her as she had on them. Jackie became a florist when she went into hiding. A humble florist, someone says, and she says, “Hardly.” She entered contests (rose, etc.) and got high/top honors. Jackie, Hyde, and their children eventually reunite. Hyde, like Jackie, didn't know Jackie was pregnant when she faked her own death. When he learns of his daughter, tears rise to his eyes. He can't help it. He has a girl, Jackie's girl. But the tears aren't just joy. He missed out on (however many) years of her life, her firsts. She didn't have her daddy around to protect her. She grew up without a dad like he did; even when Bud was living with him and his mom, Bud wasn't really present. Hyde also gets worried about the kind of men Jackie brought around their daughter. Hyde grew up with a succession of “uncles,” some better than others, but most were pretty horrible. Jackie reassures him, though, that she didn't date anyone -- which may not have been the best thing. Their daughter doesn't have a great view of men -- or boys.

Which is something her brother will help her with, enough for her to start connecting with Hyde. But Hyde's influence sweeps through her strong, deep, and quick. It's remarkable, and Jackie is grateful for both Hyde and their son's effect on their daughter. Jackie's daughter is also angry at Jackie for keeping her away from her father and brother all these years, even though she also fiercely loves her mom. Jackie is a great mom. So the daughter represses her anger at her mom. She feels guilty for this anger because she understands, intellectually at least, that her mom hid them to protect them.

So who draws out her anger? Her brother. Her brother says feelings are complex, often crashing into each other and making a mess. He got that understanding from his dad, but he doesn't share this fact with his sister (not yet) because she's not into trusting Hyde yet. But once she starts engaging with Hyde, she realizes her brother is so much like their father and that he got a lot of his wisdom from Hyde (not all, though). Jackie and Hyde's daughter's first impression of Hyde: He was a quiet man, on the outside at least. Or maybe he was just guarded, assessing situations before acting. Eventually, she sees how gentle Hyde can be and how fiercely protective of the vulnerable he was -- like her brother.

#That 70s Show #That '70s Show #Jackie x Hyde #Steven Hyde #Jackie Burkhart #Fanfic that Never Was #Jackie and Hyde #Fanfic #Special

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Fleta is the 'main character' here on the blog, so they will have the most information about them available, even if the other characters don't know as much as you guys do.

Character info will be under the cut.

Fleta is They/Them.

They grew up with a single mother after their father had died in the Freedom War (Sonic Forces game) and they looked up to Sonic as their hero after he saved them and their home town. They wanted to be a hero just like him, and did everything they could to help others and to keep a positive attitude even though they were only a toddler at the time.

Their mother, who was old enough to understand death and war, absolutely hated the idea of their little child trying to be like a reckless, above the law Mobian, going out and facing horrible weapons of mass destruction, especially after losing her husband so recently, so she banned Fleta from being able to read, watch or listen to anything to do with Sonic the Hedgehog, in hopes that stopping Fleta from having an idol such as him will ensure that she is keeping her child safe. That of course, didn’t stop Fleta from hiding newspaper articles, posters and other Sonic the Hedgehog media in their room. They would get into trouble, and would be given a lecture about how dangerous being a hero is, especially as a hedgehog without any powers.

‘Colourless Hedgehogs’ have more in common with Non-Mobian hedgehogs than they do with Mobian ones. They have brown fur and quills, and no super powers, like super strength and speed. Fleta and their family were Colourless Hedgehogs, which simply made their mother even more afraid and protective.

Though, their mother was also controlling of Fleta’s life the older and more rebellious they became. Fleta’s mother didn’t respect their identity, and used their dead gender constantly, refusing to let them be themself letter lone partake in anything of the opposite gender. This simply fuelled their rebellion even more, wanting to fight for their own freedom and the freedom of others.

They made a friend with one of the only kids their mother would allow, because of how polite he is and how well Fleta’s mother get along with his. This friend was Silver the Hedgehog, who soon became their best friend when his abilities became apparent. Fleta couldn’t bare to let him go through so much hardship on his own, that’s not what a good person would do, that’s not what a hero would do. Fleta made it their mission to help Silver master his powers and gain more confidence.

Until one day, Fleta’s mother locked herself and Fleta in their home, keeping the door closed and windows covered. All technology off. Fleta connected the dots.

Sonic was in town.

Fleta fought with their mother to be able to at least have a window to look out of, just for the chance to see him. The ground shook and explosions could be heard, a fight was going on in town. Sonic was here on business. Eggman’s ship was above them. Fleta gave up in their attempt to see their hero, but was now frightened of simply staying in their home. They tried to reason with their mother, if they’re in so much danger they both should leave the town instead of trying to just hide in their home. Their mother simply argued that Fleta was still just trying to see Sonic, ignoring their questions and completely reasonable statements.

Something was wrong.

Something was very, very wrong as through the cracks that could be seen through the windows a bright orange light was engulfing the building, a loud screaming sound can be heard. Fleta tried simply get out of the house, but everything was locked down, they couldn’t hear their own voice anymore, trying to call out to their mother that they had to leave.

The brightness outside became the brightness inside, blinding, the sound deafening.

Fleta faded in and out of consciousness, trying their best to get up. They remember seeing Silver for a few moments, a bit of the inside of a hospital as well, but there was always a bright golden glow.

Once they became fully conscious, they were told what happened.

Eggman’s main ship was right above their home, and was planning on using some form of planet destroying machine, or so the news says. Witnesses claim to have seen Sonic and possibly Shadow enter the ship a few moments before it exploded. Sonic and Eggman’s bodies were found amongst the rubble, as well as Fleta’s mother and a few innocent bystanders. Shadow’s body wasn’t discovered but he has been presumed dead. Fleta had been out of it for months.

Fleta’s chest was in a horrible amount of pain, and very quickly discovered why. in the explosion, the chaos emeralds went flying out of the ship, and one in particular, crashed directly into Fleta’s chest, killing them instantly. Due to the heat and chaos energy, the emerald fused into their rib-cage and half of their heart, becoming one with their body. The emerald radiating with power became their heart beat, their blood now flowing with chaos energy. The emerald changed their eyes to be a bright yellow, their quills becoming yellow with the power as well.

While they were unconscious in the hospital, they had several operations put on them in an attempt to remove the emerald, but all attempts would result in Fleta’s death, only to be brought back by the emerald, as if it was stubborn about being removed.

Apparently the machine’s explosion has caused a rift through time and space. A Chaos Rift that tore through the world. There was no pattern to the rifts that kept showing up, but eventually they became stronger and more destructive.

Until the creature appeared. A huge monster of dragon like features, tentacles and distortions, hellbent on causing as much grief and havoc as possible. It has been named Phantom Chaos, as it’s connections to Perfect Chaos and the Phantom Ruby are uncanny. Fleta, refusing to stay cooped up forever while the world is in so much peril, and no one like Sonic left to save it, they stood up, and went out to face this demon.

They honestly don’t remember anything of the fight. As if the pure adrenaline kick-started the chaos emerald in their chest and took over their movements. Phantom Chaos was sealed away by what many people believe to be Super Sonic, or Super Shadow since he could still be out there somewhere.

Silver, Fleta’s best friend however, knew who it was, and was so proud of them.

Now together, with many other Mobian’s they been meeting in their adventures to keep their world safe. Silver and Fleta have been learning to use their abilities for good, and being the hero’s their world needs.

The rifts cause a lot of trouble with space and time, causing different timelines and alternate universes to collide with their own.

Fleta knows this world needs someone like Sonic, and without him to be here, they believe that they will have to do.

They are Fleta Chaos.

#Fleta Chaos #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic oc #10 years chaos

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