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echo-goes-mmm · 7 days

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Silas and Wren 2.0 #4

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Warnings: dubcon, strangulation

He bounced on Master’s cock, forcing out a moan as if it felt good. Sweat dripped down his back.

It was hard work, pleasing his master, but he was good at his job and it would be over soon.

Master’s hand wrapped around his neck, and he flipped them over. He slapped him across the face once, twice.

Master thrust into him, his hand tightening around his neck, and it was fine- masters sometimes liked choking him.

Master fucked into him deeper, and the angle was nearly nice when his hand squeezed again, cutting off his air. It was fine-

Except he didn’t let up.

“Master,” he choked out, “wait!”

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

Master moaned above him, and wrapped his other hand around his neck, pressing him down into the mattress.

“Ple-” black fuzziness swarmed his vision- “ase-!”

He pried at the fingers around his throat, but they only dug in harder.

Master was strangling him-

Master was killing him-

He fought and fought, thrashing and bucking, desperate for air- for Master to get off of him-

But it was useless, his struggle was only making him weaker-

His body went limp as the life drained out of it.

He’d done his duty perfectly, and death was his reward.

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Wren woke up gasping. He stumbled out of bed to look in the mirror. No angry marks, no bruises, nothing.

He tore off his clothes, standing bare in front of the mirror.

Nothing.

Despite the ache in his thighs and the struggle to catch his breath, there wasn’t a single mark on him.

Wren picked up his shirt again, but he hesitated.

It had been several days since Master had bought him, and Wren still had not been naked in front of him.

He should have been inspected ages ago.

Wren lingered in front of the mirror. He looked fine. He’d always been average; not tall nor short, with light brown eyes and red-brown hair.

‘Average’ had worked well for him so far, but what if Master didn’t like his body and opted to return him?

Wren shook the thought from his head. No one wanted to fuck a depressed slave. Masters wanted pleasure, and pleasant faces to look at.

He pulled on his clothes, fixed his hair, and headed downstairs. It was just after sunset, and he needed some food in his belly before Master Silas grew hungry.

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“Morning, Wren,” yawned Master Silas.

“Good morning, Master.”

Wren picked at the omelet he had made. It had looked so good in the pan, but he felt hands around his throat every time he swallowed a bite.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, master. Just tired.”

“Alright.”

Wren jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Silas said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Wren shook his head, sitting stock-still as Master’s hand slid up to his neck.

Wren closed his eyes. Don’t strangle me, don’t strangle me-

But Master only pressed a cool, gentle kiss to his throat before biting down.

It didn’t hurt; in fact it felt nice on the phantom pains that his dream had left behind.

If Master Silas did decide to kill him, Wren would scarcely notice, and that was a blessing.

Warm blood trickled out of the wound, and he could distantly feel the tug of Master drinking.

Silas’s fingers twitched on the side of his neck, and icy-hot fear shot through him. Please please please no-

Master pulled away, and Wren felt dazed. Dizzy, like the world had decided to spin around him.

“Are you alright?”

Master’s voice was far away.

“Mhm.”

Master Silas pushed his plate towards him. “You should eat more.”

Wren whimpered. He didn’t want to; he’d throw up.

“Wren,” Master said, and the room snapped back into focus.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“You need to eat.”

“I- I can’t,” he said, staring down at his plate. The omelet looked back at him. Cold. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

Silas walked away, and Wren’s heart sank. He was surely getting something to punish him with.

“How do you make tea?” Master asked.

“Huh?”

“Tea,” he said again. “What are the steps?” Master Silas opened a cupboard and through his dizziness Wren could see a box of tea on the shelf.

“You- you boil some water.”

Master took the shiny new kettle off the stove, filling it at the sink. He flipped on the burner, the gas light sparking blue flames.

“Then what?”

“You get a mug,” Wren said dumbly, “and put a tea bag in.”

Master pulled a mug down from a shelf and selected a bag.

The kettle started to whistle. It hurt his ears.

“And then you just… pour the water in.”

“Anything else?”

Wren rubbed his eyes. “Some people put in sugar… or lemon…”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and then suddenly a warmth brushed over his hand.

Wren looked down; a mug of warm tea had been shoved in front of him.

“Drink your tea,” said Master, “you look awful.”

“Okay,” he said weakly. He sipped at the mug. It was sweet and lemon-y, and it calmed his anxious throat.

“Better?”

Wren nodded wordlessly. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually had tea. It was a luxury most Masters didn’t give him, but he couldn’t bring himself to really enjoy it.

Master had said he looked awful. Wren closed his eyes before he could start to cry. He had never cried prettily enough; and it certainly wouldn’t help Master’s opinion of him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“It’ll pass,” he choked out. “Please.” Please don’t punish me.

Silas held up his hands. Wren eyed him, exhausted and wary.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll let you be.”

No, Wren wanted to say, I’ll be good for you; don’t leave!

But the words wouldn’t come.

Master Silas turned and was gone.

And Wren was left all alone with a meal he couldn’t bear to eat and a half-empty mug.

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#poor wren #hes just trying to survive #kinda hard when your master is especially deadly #my writing #whump #slavery whump #silas and wren

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aburningconstellation · 8 months

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they may not be as attuned to the force as their friends, but i still love them very much !!!!!

#i think it’s cool that some jedi aren’t as connected to the force as others #we all have different strengths & that’s really fun & awesome !#give me new kinds of jedi !#let being a jedi not just look one way !#sabine #sabine wren #reath silas #star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show spoilers #ahsoka series spoilers #star wars high republic

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demon-master-zero · 3 months

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Ask game time!^^

Each asks is technically meant for everyone, but you can also go with a character of your choosing or two if you feel like this is getting too long lol

Anyway hope you have a great day/night!^^

General Info 04 What kind of magic do they possess? If they can't use any, do they have magic potential slumbering within them?

General Info 05 Which deadly sin best aligns with them? Which one do they embody the least?

Concept and Design 05 Do they have any physical attributes that set them apart from others?

General Info 04 What kind of magic do they possess? If they can't use any, do they have magic potential slumbering within them?

Zeke: My default MC is psychic! His empathic ability to sense emotions and to read auras is very well developed even before coming to the Devildom. Also he sees and speaks with the dead, classic. After coming to Devildom he learns more traditional magic from RAD and Solomon.

Valentine: The only magic that Val seems to possess is the fact that he's immortal and will eventually heal from any injury, no matter how severe. This can take a long time depending on how much damage was inflicted.

Tobias: Toby can't use magic outside of very specific blood rituals unique to werewolves in my universe. However, he is physically as strong as greater demons (i.e. most of the brothers) and he is almost immune to magic in general.

Silas: Also a blood magic user, although much more varied and stronger than the blood magic Toby uses. Guess that should be a given since Silas is a vampire and all.

Zenith: Spatial and shadow magic is his specialty. Teleportation in the form of stepping from one shadow into another. He can hide inside the shadows of other people or objects, can use a shadow to spy on people via watching and listening while unseen. Shadow puppets or familiars can break off from his own shadow to fight for him. He can create his own pocket dimension inside a fixed shadow.

Wren: Fae wild magic, healing and nature-based! He makes flowers grow and bloom faster, brighter, and longer.

Ashe: Obviously as a phoenix he's very proficient with fire magic. His fire is blue where his twin sister Cinder has traditional red/orange fire. I didn't include her on the list because she isn't really a key character in any of the fics Ashe features in. Ashe is also a dark phoenix, so focuses more on chaos and destruction. He can use healing and resurrection magic though.

Damon: Very potent infernal magic! He's only half-demon but it really hasn't held him back much.

General Info 05 Which deadly sin best aligns with them? Which one do they embody the least?

Zeke: Given how polite and soft-spoken Zeke can be, it might be surprising to say his primary sin is Wrath. He has a lot of anger and resentment buried in him. Least is probably Greed. Prior to coming to the Devildom he lived a very spartan lifestyle. He just doesn't put a lot of value in material things and doesn't want all that much.

Valentine: I would say Pride is probably his most prevalent sin. Least is probably Envy.

Silas: Gluttony is probably his biggest sin, or maybe Lust if you count Bloodlust. Least is probably Wrath. Even when he's insatiable for blood it's never about rage, it's just hunger.

Ashe: Lust, and Wrath are both very strong in this one. Envy is probably least.

Concept and Design 05 Do they have any physical attributes that set them apart from others?

Zeke: Zeke has purple eyes, which most humans don't have as you know. Also they glow the color of the sin he's channeling when he uses the brothers' powers through the pact.

Valentine: At the "present" Val has quite a lot of scars, and walks with a cane because one of his knees is not fully functioning.

Zenith: Think more Eastern than Western dragon. In dragon from his body is long and covered in soft, black fur - mane and tail tuft are silver, and his eyes have no pupil and glow silver as well. He doesn't have horns, but more like antlers that are decorated with delicate silver chains with moons and stars dangling from them. He wears a silver moon bangle around the end of his tail too.

Wren: His ears are slightly elongated and pointed because of his fae father. Also has dark red hair down to his waist and bright blue eyes with flecks of green in a starburst pattern.

I did all of the characters for the first question and only four on the other two questions. It's gotten to be a long response. Thank you so much for your questions! I had fun answering.

#obey me asks #obey me mc #obey me oc #obey me zeke #wren corbyn #tobais hunter #zenith ladon atlas de la rune #ashe von brandt #silas castellanos #valentine falto #damon

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zacharie-davis-draws · 8 months

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New guys tht I like a lot,,

#altaire #silas wren #i want to wiggle them both

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stormyaxolotl · 6 days

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this is for wilbur soot alters of any kind here are some names you can use instead of wilbur [if you do not want to be associated w/ your source because of drama or etc] {I'm sorry if some of these are basic]

Masc: Atlas Ambrose Orion Theodore Kenley Oliver Noah Ash/Asher/Ashton Elias Bennett Silas Milo Max Felix Theo Edgar Feminine: Lyra Stella Odeliah Celeste Cora Laney Peony Willow Ava Hazel Autumn Lydia Allison June/Juniper Gender neutral: Wren Sunny Halko Quinn Chip Artemis Bee Clover Cyrus Wisteria Ren FIn Tunic Azarius Otto Ostro Hexen/Hex

#lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbt #alters #did alter #plural system #system stuff #system #did system #osdd system #system did #did #did osdd #osdid #osdd #osddid #Wilbur soot alter

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draguta · 1 year

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.a court of ash and smoke | twenty-six.

pairing: lucien vanserra x fem!reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

chapter warnings: violence

chapter word count: 2727

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Power

“What is the meaning of this?”

A heavy silence hung around the sentinels, none of them daring to even breathe. Even the laboured breaths of you and Wren seemed to stutter to a halt at the sight of him. Wren himself was standing straight in a second, sword held loosely at his side as he nodded his head low in respect of the High Lord.

“It’s the Munera, High Lord,” Silas stepped in, although his face no longer bore that gleeful joy that had been written across it mere moments ago. Now it was solemn, likely in anticipation of the punishment that he knew was coming his way. “You know we do this every year.”

“I do,” Tamlin growled, hands clenching at his sides - no signs of claws though. “But that doesn’t explain why my sister is taking part in it, does it?”

His eyes darted from Silas, to the sentinels that stood behind him, and then whirled around to Lucien, fierce and vicious and altogether terrifying. You knew him too well, you knew that this was not something he would let go. You knew that they would be punished for your insolence, for you having disobeyed your brother.

“It was my fault,” you stated firmly, taking a step closer to him. Behind you, Wren did the sensible thing and departed swiftly after a nudge from Silas. It would seem that the other sentinels all took the hint as well, turning away from you and mingling amongst themselves, waiting for the chastising to be over with so that they could return to their festivities. “I asked them to let me participate. So, if you’re going to punish anyone, then punish me, not them.”

Tamlin growled again, and within an instant Lucien was by your side, pushing you behind him slightly, Silas close to your right. You knew Silas would never fight his High Lord on your behalf, but perhaps if he was close enough and Tamlin lashed out, he might take the brunt of the force instead, or push you out of the way.

“Leave it, Tamlin,” Lucien said firmly, squaring his shoulders tightly. “It was a bit of harmless fun. No need to get angry.”

“She could have been hurt,” Tamlin snarled, taking a step toward Lucien, eyes glinting with rage. “And it would have been your fault for letting her think she could compete.”

“This is no one’s fault but my own,” you countered loudly, pushing past Lucien and Silas until you were standing directly in front of Tamlin. His eyes snapped to meet yours, but you didn’t cower or hide from his glare as you once would have. No, you stood your ground, feet planted solidly on the grass, chin raised. “I can be held accountable for my own actions, now and any other time. You cannot keep blaming the people around me for my decisions, Tamlin.”

Tamlin reached out, grasping at your upper-arm. You felt Lucien startle behind you, but Tamlin was already dragging you away from the sentinels, away from Silas, away from the training area, and back toward the manor. He pulled you across the fields, past the stables, Lucien hot on your heels.

“I cannot have my sister running wild about the court. Not now, not when we need to show a united front. What would people say?” He barked over his shoulder. You pulled at your arm to push him off, but to little avail, his tight grip holding you in place. “You are a Lady, they should have known better.”

You didn’t miss the scowl he shot at Lucien.

“I am not a Lady,” you argued back firmly. You were at the top of the hill now, overlooking the manor to the North, and the sentinel’s training grounds to the South. You gathered all of your remaining strength and yanked your arm away from his, causing you to stumble back slightly. But you caught yourself, staying planted on your feet as Tamlin whirled back to stare at you harshly. “Don’t you see? I am not the sweet, innocent girl that I was when I first came here anymore. And you are certainly not the kind-hearted male that took me in.”

Tamlin growled, and Lucien placed a calming hand on your arm, yet you shrugged even that off, your anger taking over. Your fists clenched at your sides, and your jaw gritted.

“We have changed, all of us,” you continued firmly. “And keeping us locked up in these grounds, keeping us in that house…it’s no better than what Amarantha did to us. She kept me trapped under that mountain for five years, and now, when I’m supposed to be home and be free? Now it is you who is keeping me trapped.”

You couldn’t be certain, but you were sure you saw Tamlin flinch. You didn’t blame him - the words were harsh, to compare him to her, yet they were truthful nonetheless.

He didn’t say anything for a minute, his stone-cold face faltering ever-so-slightly, until he gritted his teeth, and said, “If you cannot be trusted around the grounds alone, then you will not even leave the house. Is that understood?”

He reached for you again, but you stepped back, and pure, unbridled rage flooded through your body.

Lucien whispered your name, and you didn’t need to look at him, or look down at your hands to know what was happening. Only seeing the way that Tamlin’s face paled told you that those tendrils of red smoke were slinking from your palms, wrapping themselves around your wrists, reaching out toward Tamlin.

And for the first time, you weren’t scared of them. You didn’t try to stop them or hold them back. You let them out - you unleashed them, just as they had wanted. That tingling feeling, like being shocked by lightning, once again rippled through your body in waves, each and every hair on your body standing to attention as your back arched, and the power erupted from you. Even the leaves on the trees whooshed with the force of the explosion that had come from within you, red smoke bursting from your body in a dark, unyielding blanket that swept across the grounds with an unrelenting force.

Tamlin and Lucien were thrown back to the ground, Tamlin hitting his head against the trunk of a tree nearby, blood seeping from the wound that you knew would heal within minutes. He yelped in pain, but you didn’t stop. One more wave of power had the sentinels rushing toward you, lining the edge of the hill, swords in hand, ready to take on whatever threat was present in their court.

You were sure they hadn’t expected that threat to be you.

When the power finally dulled, you somehow felt lighter than you had since even before your days Under the Mountain, as if the very act of allowing that power to seep from you, to breathe, was taking a weight from your chest, letting you finally breathe too.

You snapped your eyes back down to Tamlin, where he lay on the ground clutching his head, his face pale and eyes filled with terror as he looked back up at you. You took a step closer, red eyes flashing with rage.

“Listen to me, Tamlin,” you spat ferociously. “I stand on my own two feet. I am strong. I am powerful. I killed Amarantha. I do not need you to protect me, or keep me locked away. Do you understand that?”

He blinked but did not speak, not as you turned on your heel, sparing one glance at Lucien to make sure he was okay - he was on the ground, but unhurt, eyes filled with concern as they trailed your steps - and began to descend the hill back toward the manor.

When you were finally back inside, storming up the stairs toward your room, that was when you felt the presence behind you. You couldn’t hear their footsteps, but you could feel them there. You paused, spinning around - the hallway was empty. You clenched your jaw and fists once more. You must have just been paranoid.

But as you turned back to your room, hand wrapping around the door handle, whoever that figure was came up behind you, giving you no time to fight back as they pressed a cloth against your face. The smell was strong and burning, but almost sweet, like lemon, and with each inhale that you took, the world around you grew more and more hazy, until eventually, you fell into a deep sleep.

“You did what?” Lucien all-but screamed, rounding on Tamlin.

They were in his study now, Tamlin having dragged him there almost immediately after giving orders to the sentinels following your outburst of power. Tamlin sighed, throwing himself into an armchair by the fire and running a hand through his hair as he moved to balance a leg on his opposite knee.

“She was a danger to the court,” Tamlin said quietly. “Something had to be done.”

“So, you pumped her full of faebane?” Lucien shouted. He turned in disbelief, gripping at the roots of his hair as if the action might stop him from bringing those fists into contact with Tamlin’s jaw.

“I didn’t pump her full of it. It’s a faebane collar,” Tamlin snapped. “And she gave me very little choice. Those powers of hers are unruly at best. This was the only way.”

“Her powers,” Lucien said through gritted teeth, “are only unruly because she’s been given no chance to learn how to control them! Because you would rather hide her away until you can find a way to get rid of them, than let her use them in any way. You know full damn well that when powers aren’t used they become uncontrollable. Cauldron, we were lucky it happened outside and not in the manor - she might have brought the place to the ground!”

“Exactly,” Tamlin snarled. “What would you have had me do, hm? Let her continue walking around, acting like a brute with the sentinels, until one day she snapped and took us all down with her?”

“Faebane was not the way.”

“Faebane was the only way.”

Lucien growled under his breath, turning back to look at his friend, his High Lord. "Where is she?” He asked, voice low and gravelly. Tamlin narrowed his eyes.

“She’s in her room,” he said matter-of-factly. “But the door is locked. She will not be getting out of there, and you will certainly not be going in.”

In two long strides, Lucien was crossing the room, looming over the High Lord of the Spring Court. “We’ll see about that.”

Your head pounded, almost as if someone were chiseling a nail directly into your very skull, into the heart of your brain. It took a long moment for you to gather the strength to open your eyes, and when you did you almost immediately regretted it, that head-splitting ache screeching itself through your skull, into your ringing ears. Your vision was blurred, although you weren’t sure if that was just from the darkness that loomed in your room.

You sighed, running a hand across your face as if that might quell the pain, but froze as your fingertips grazed over something metal around your neck. Bile rose in your throat.

In an instant you were on your feet, unsteady and wobbly as they were, clambering toward the mirror at your vanity table. Eyes wide, you let them run over your face – seemingly unharmed, despite the figure that had snuck up behind you – but when they fell to your neck, a sob caught in your chest.

A thin, golden band was wrapped tightly around your throat, encrusted with spring court green emeralds. But those emeralds glinted in a way that was different from any gemstone or diamond you had ever seen, almost as if they weren’t reflecting the light, but rather radiating their own, glowing illuminate. And there was a smell, one that caught in your nostrils as you ran my fingertips against the metal necklace, cool against your touch. It was an almost overwhelming smell, despite the dullness of it, that caught in your nostrils and throat, causing you to gag and choke slightly. Almost like smoke and carrion and rotting food. It wasn’t a smell you were familiar with.

You tugged at the necklace, but it didn’t budge. It stayed tightly in place, firm around your neck, and as you reached back, to your dismay, you found it to not have a catch at the back. Only the smooth gold remained, with no way of removing it.

Magic. Whatever this necklace was, it had been placed there with magic.

You stifled a sob.

A familiar voice sounded at the door, and you were on your feet in minutes. But as you reached for the door handle, you found that it would not turn, and the door itself would not open.

“Let me in,” Lucien said firmly from the other side, and you pulled harder at the door handle, to no avail. It would not budge. “I said let me in, dammit.”

“We can’t do that,” another voice – a sentinel, perhaps – replied. “The High Lord said that no one was to leave or enter this room without his express permission. You know that.”

“I don’t care what Tamlin said-“ Lucien began.

“Lucien?” You sobbed quietly through the crack in the door, and Lucien paused mid-sentence. A second later, through that tiny little gap between the door and its frame, you caught sight of red hair and a golden eye looking back at you.

“Y/N?” He whispered back. “Are you okay?”

“I-I think so,” you murmured, holding back a sob. “What’s happening? Why am I locked in here?”

Lucien’s face went grave. “It was Tamlin’s orders,” he explained. “As was that thing around your neck.”

Your hand drifted back up to the golden necklace – collar. It felt as if it were choking you, strangling you of your very life. “What is it?”

“Faebane.” He gritted the word out as if even saying it was difficult for him. “It dampens your powers, keeps them at bay.”

The nausea swirled in your gut. Tamlin had done this – all of this – locked you away in your room and choked you with a faebane collar, all because you had stood up to him in the grounds that afternoon. Because you had shown him your real power. He was scared of you, you could see that now.

He thought you were…dangerous.

You couldn’t stop the sobs from wracking your body this time, and instead let them flow free, let them shake your shoulders and drip from your eyes and grasp at your breath in their clutches.

“Hey,” Lucien whispered soothingly. “Look at me.”

You did, catching his golden eye with your own. He turned slightly, moving so that instead it was his russet eye that he was looking at you with, fire blazing behind that rusty-coloured iris. And then his hand came up to press against the wood, visible through that crack. You moved your own, and placed it against the door, and for a moment, you both stayed like that, so close yet untouching through the wood.

“I promise you,” he whispered. “I’m going to get you out of this. I swear it. And when I do, we’ll go far from this place, together.”

Another sob echoed through your body.

“I love you,” you whimpered. Lucien loosed a breath.

“I love you too.”

One more moment together, pressed against that door, and then he was gone.

You didn’t move from the door, squashed up on the floor, back pressed against the wood and knees curled to your chest. Your sobs didn’t stop either, and if the sentinels on the other side could hear you, they did nothing to ease your pain.

It was late now, but what time exactly it was, you didn’t know. The only thing you knew was that you were alone, once more, trapped in a room against your will, just as you had been under that mountain. It all came flooding back to you.

No, not alone.

There was something there in the shadows, in the corner of your room. Something moving. Coming toward you. A silhouette, figure in the night, great shadowed wings spread behind it, and a glint of something blue.

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fredderssss · 7 months

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I've got like three next gen OCs

Jaron Syndulla

Hasim Bridger-Wren

Silas Kestis-Suduri

#star wars #ahsoka #star wars rebels #jedi fallen order #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra #cal kestis #trilla suduri #caltrilla #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera

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lamaenthel · 3 months

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Helpless

[For Febuwhump 2024]

Over and over again, Boba is helpless to save his loved ones. All he can do it promise to remember them.

Wordcount: 851

Dad's done it for as long as Boba can remember. He waits until he thinks Boba's asleep, then he starts whispering so quietly that he can barely hear, "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. J'mee Fett. Leela Fett. Arla Fett. Jaster Mereel. Myles Beviin. Kaisa Skirata. Silas Wren."

Boba's never asked who they are, or what the words mean; he waits until he falls asleep for a reason, doesn't he? It's a ritual that feels sacred, holy; something that even at four years old, Boba knows not to interrupt.

"I know you're awake, ad'ika." The sleep-dark voice makes him jump. Boba settles back down with a scowl as Dad's chest vibrates with a deep chuckle.

"What's it mean?" Boba murmurs.

Dad doesn't answer at first. He stares at the ceiling instead, eyes wide open and reflecting lightning that strobes outside their sound-proof window. "It's the litany of the marchers," he finally says. "Tabiriise'tatugirii. A list of all the ones we love that are no longer here. Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. I am alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal. We say their names so they will not be forgotten."

"Were they family?"

"Some of them. Aliit ori'shya taldin. You know that." Dad's arms tighten around him. "It'll be up to you to keep them alive for me one day. You have to say all the names, not just mine. You won't let them be forgotten, will you son?"

Boba doesn't want to think about that. His eyes are getting heavy and Dad's arms are warm and safe around him. He feels sleep pulling him under the waves, helpless to stop it from taking him.

Dad kisses his forehead. "Go to sleep, ner Bob'ika. I'll teach you in the morning when your ears are awake."

"Okay," Boba thinks he says out loud, but he's not sure. He's asleep before he can figure it out.

"You won't let them be forgotten, will you son?"

Nothing else goes through Boba's head as he stares down at the dusty visor. Nothing but the words, the names, the sound of purple plasma cutting his father's thigh and wrist and neck.

He can't look behind him. He can't bear to look at his dad's face, sticky with blood and rusty soil. His open eyes are burning holes in his back. His body is gone and he's afraid to know why. Did Kamino take it back to scrape his bones for marrow? To make more living ghosts with his father's face?

The jetii came for his father and all Boba could do was watch him be cut down, helpless to do anything but cower against the rock like a sniveling infant. He didn't fly away, why didn't he fly away? Boba presses his forehead to the helmet; one last kov'nyn with his father. "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum," he whispers. "J'mee Fett. Leela Fett. Arla Fett. Jaster Mereel. Myles Beviin. Kaisa Skirata. Silas Wren."

Say it. He can't. Say it. If he does, that makes it real, and if it's real that means Dad is gone, really gone, gone gone gone—

He falls to his rear with a sob that claws its way out of his throat like a wild animal, all teeth and claws and bloody slobber. Dad is gone, and he is alone. I remember you, so you are eternal. For one brief second he swears he hears thunder and smells ozone.

"Jango Fett," he finally whispers. The words cut his lips like glass and sting even worse. "I won't let them be forgotten, Dad." His tears taste like salt and iron-rich dirt. "I won't let them be forgotten."

He would have died if he was there, he knows that. Part of him wishes he'd been there anyway. He throws the torch onto the bodies and watches the flame take them. He's almost surprised by how easily they go up in flames, though he shouldn't be. The Tuskens were a dry people.

Another family murdered while he was helpless to stop it. He can't afford to cry, not in the Dune Sea, but tears stream like rain down his cheeks. Maybe his body is rejecting his survival and has decided to kill him anyway.

You won't let them be forgotten, will you son?

His throat feels like he swallowed an ember as he tosses their weapons onto the fire to burn with them. "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum," he whispers. "J'mee Fett. Leela Fett. Arla Fett. Jaster Mereel. Myles Beviin. Kaisa Skirata. Silas Wren. Jango Fett." He wants to add them to the litany, but his feeble, damaged, Human throat is incapable of speaking his family's language without a vocabulator. His hand flexes their sign-names instead. Walks-in-sun. Massiff-tongue. Black-melon. Speaks-with-Fire. Sky-water. Krayt-scale. Bantha-tusk. Red-cloud. Last-drinker. Tall-protector. Dances-with-light. Eopie-milk. Among-the-stars. Mudhorn-tooth. Moon.

He places the gaffi stick of Dances-with-light on the fire with reverence. He won't let them be forgotten, any of them. But he can't help but fear that there will be nobody to say the names for him.

Notes:

Aliit ori'shya taldiin: Family is more than blood Ad'ika: Child/baby Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum: I am alive, you are dead, I remember you, so you are eternal kov'nyn: headbutt Tabiriise'tatugirii: Marchers' litany Febuwhump! Hell yeah baby this is definitely something I should be committing to!! I am hesitant to say that I will be making every single day but I want to try *dodges Yoda*

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echo-goes-mmm · 26 days

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Silas and Wren 2.0 #1

Masterpost

Warnings: implied past non-con, blood

Silas strolled through the markets. He didn’t venture out into human areas often, except to hunt, and these streets were largely unfamiliar to him.

The market was flooded with smells and scents foreign to him. There was all sorts of human food stalls, and some of them intrigued him. But there was no point in wasting money on things he could only taste and would make him nauseous later. Besides, that wasn’t what he was here for.

Silas went deeper into the crowds, breathing in deep. The scent of human despair grew strong with every step, and at the end of the trail would be his goal.

Vampires did not keep slaves. It was a point of pride that they hunted every night; a valued skill to be able to rule the streets and feed a nest without a single death.

But Silas lived by himself, and in the shadow of a much bigger nest of vampires, ever since his father had exiled him.

His territory was tiny, as to not offend their generosity, and he was tired of being so utterly alone. A companion that could talk and think would be welcome; almost like he had a home den again.

Regular meals would also be nice. A single human could supply him easily without putting him in the sights of the ruling nest.

And he’d be rescuing the human from slavery, treating them well like their masters didn’t. Surely that would be a handsome enough reward for their blood. Merciful, even.

Three birds, one stone.

He pinpointed the slavehouse by scent before he saw it. Despair and dread filtered towards him, as strong as any rancid perfume. It was a disturbing smell, one that made his stomach flip with anxiety.

The building was large, and sounded busy. Chatter and the sound of iron against stone reached his ears.

A salesperson met him at the door, smiling at first, and then his face fell when he saw Silas’s eyes.

No human had slit pupils.

“Hello, sir! What can I help you with today?” Silas smiled at him, as was polite, and the salesman shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m looking for a companion,” he said quietly, trying to make up for frightening him.

“Certainly, any gender preferences?” Silas hadn’t thought of that. In all his research about caring for a human, he didn’t consider gender. Maybe he’d relate more to a man?

“A man, please.”

“Right this way, sir.” The salesman led him through the warehouse, passing by rows of chained slaves. They seemed organized by category of work, then sex. Interesting.

“Forgive me,” said the man, “but I wasn’t aware vampires had slaves. I don’t mean to imply anything untoward of course.”

“We don’t.”

“I see. Well, here is our lovely collection of bedfellows. I’m sure one will be to your taste- er, preference.”

Silas’s stomach turned icy. He hadn’t meant sexual companionship. He scanned the row of slaves, all of them chained to the floor by the ankle. They looked miserable. The smell of fear was at its peak here in this awful section.

Now that he thought about it, maybe this was for the best. One less person stuck in sexual slavery.

Now who would he buy?

Slowly, he made his way down the line of men. They all had different appearances, clearly meant to “appeal” to different people. But it didn’t matter how they looked, Silas was interested in the scent of their blood. It was only fair, he couldn’t buy all of them.

Even if he still had access to his father’s money, he couldn’t afford it.

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This buyer looked different. Strange. He couldn’t place it until he saw the flash of the man’s fangs. A vampire.

He’d never heard of a vampire owning anybody. It was usually catch-and-release, right?

The vampire wasn’t looking at them quite like a regular buyer. It was a good moment before he realized the vampire was smelling them.

He shuddered, and the vampire’s gaze turned on him.

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None of them smelled particularly appealing, until he came to the end of the row. This one was small and looked tired.

Poor thing.

But he smelled delightful, and Silas was interested. However, there was only one way to be sure he tasted as good as he smelled.

He bent down and murmured to the slave. “Just relax. This won’t hurt, I promise.”

The slave looked up at him, his honey-brown eyes wide.

“Would you mind if I took a sample?” The salesperson looked nervous at the request. “Just a taste,” he reassured him. “Not even an ounce.”

The salesman nodded, too terrified to refuse.

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Oh god. The vampire was going to drink from him.

Please don’t let it hurt. Please, god.

The vampire cupped his cheek and gently but firmly tilted his head to expose his neck. He screwed his eyes shut.

“Relax,” said the vampire, and he tried his best to obey him. The vampire kissed his neck, a mere brush of his soft lips, and he felt a strange tingling sensation on the little patch of skin. Venom, probably.

He felt the vampire’s cool breath, and then a slight scrape of what was surely the tips of his fangs.

But instead of a stabbing pain, he only felt a mild pressure. A slight tug and some trickling warmth told him he had, in fact, been bitten.

He gasped as the blood left him, his heart pounding as the vampire swallowed it down.

The vampire pulled away after a moment, licking his lips, and he tried not to flinch at the sight of red on the man’s mouth.

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His blood was even better than Silas could have guessed. Deep and rich, with a hint of sweetness. Utterly delicious.

And if this was how good he was mistreated, how amazing would he be healthy?

He wiped away the excess drops from the slave’s neck, licking them off his thumb. He stood.

“I’ll take this one.”

#first chapter of 2.0!#woohoo!#if you dont want to be tagged let me know #my writing #whump #slavery whump #silas and wren #vampire whump

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npddoll · 10 months

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⟡ ﹔ALBEDO NAME/PRN/TITLES

⑅ NAME

" hisako, emiko, kiyo, reo, ryuu, riko, calx, moonflower, elijah, silas, sora, wren, kori, willow, felix, cyprus, kasen"

⑅ PRONOUNS

" hx/hxm, thou/thous, 🧪/🧪s, pu/pure, crea/creation, experi/experiment, po/potion, that being/that being's, it/its, thxy/thxms, alche/alchemy, 📖/📖s, draw/draws, paint/paints, 🖌/🖌s"

⑅ TITLES

"the chief alchemist, rhinedottir's creation, klee's protector, the pure creation, kreideprinz, rhinedottir's kin, the chalk prince, mondstadt's grand artist, the experimenter"

notes . . . requested by anon !! i apologize 4 the lack of titles ^__^

#☆ . the dancer's grace #trans names #names #name ideas #name suggestions #title suggestions #title ideas #neopronouns #pronouns #emoji pronouns #pronoun ideas #pronoun suggestions

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kassgender · 6 months

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✰ AKIRA KURUSU (PERSONA 5 PROTAGONIST) ID PACK ; requested by @abandonedknowledge !

NAMES ;

— Abian , Alec , Amos , Azazel , Caeneus , Caspian , Flynn , Foxglove , Hercule , Hermes , Locke , Lucian , Maeve , Mercury , Nathan , René(e) , Silas , Sly , Sparrow , Syleus , Voltaire , Wren

PRONOUNS ;

— brew/brews , chat/chats (pronounced like 'shah') , dagger/daggers , dem/dems , hx/hxm , hy/hym , jack/jacks , joke/jokes , lock/locks , luc/lucs , mask/masks , night/nights , phan/phantoms , re/rebels , shade/shades , thief/thiefs , trick/tricks , ven/vens , xey/xem , 🎭/🎭s , 🗡️/🗡️s

LABELS ;

— Blackcatgender , Coffeegender , Coffeeshopgender , Diebgender , Foolgender , Jestergender , Jesterthing , Phantomthiefic , Secretgender , Trickgender

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feelinghaunted · 2 years

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names masterlist.

here’s a masterlist of popular names from each state in the united states. names will be separated by state and by gender, and there will be 5 of the most popular names from each state. i put all of the names on one line to avoid having this end up being too long, and i also included district of columbia. thus, there’s a total of 510 names. if you found this at all helpful, please reblog / like.

ALABAMA.

male. / william. john. james. noah. elijah. female. / olivia. ava. amelia. charlotte. emma.

ALASKA.

male. / oliver. liam. wyatt. lucas. theodore. female. / hazel. aurora. eleanor. evelyn. isla.

ARIZONA.

male. / mateo. sebastian. benjamin. julian. santiago. female. / sophia. camila. isabella. mia. luna.

ARKANSAS.

male. / asher. hudson. grayson. luke. waylon. female. / paisley. harper. ella. elizabeth. willow.

CALIFORNIA.

male. / alexander. daniel. ethan. ezekiel. aiden. female. / gianna. emily. mila. aria. natalia.

COLORADO.

male. / henry. jack. owen. jackson. ezra. female. / avery. abigail. scarlett. nora. lily.

CONNECTICUT.

male. / joseph. luca. jacob. logan. mason. female. / madison. grace. penelope. riley. hailey.

DELAWARE.

male. / michael. levi. david. cameron. caleb. female. / layla. leilani. nova. hannah. kinsley.

DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA.

male. / charles. leo. samuel. dylan. miles. female. / maya. zoe. naomi. chloe. margaret.

FLORIDA.

male. / matthew. gabriel. jayden. anthony. josiah. female. / victoria. valentina. leah. ellie. gabriella.

GEORGIA.

male. / carter. christopher. thomas. legend. joshua.

female. / serenity. skylar. caroline. autumn. willow.

HAWAII.

male. / kai. isaac. maverick. isaiah. elias. female. / kaia. kiana. elena. ayla. leia.

IDAHO.

male. / lincoln. declan. everett. calvin. brooks. female. / violet. oakley. ruby. alice. claire.

ILLINOIS.

male. / nolan. leonardo. nathan. ryan. adam. female. / eliana. lilian. lucy. addison. delilah.

INDIANA.

male. / easton. cooper. colton. weston. emmett. female. / everleigh. ivy. josephine. lydia. stella.

IOWA.

male. / ryker. bennett. beau. beckett. harrison. female. / cora. quinn. clara. hadley. vivian.

KANSAS.

male. / silas. jameson. andrew. rhett. eli. female. / emery. kennedy. piper. eloise. sloane.

KENTUCKY.

male. / carson. sawyer. kingston. braxton. hunter. female. / raelynn. audrey. emersyn. sadie. josie.

LOUISIANA.

male. / christian. wesley. jace. amir. brennan. female. / aubree. demi. londyn. remi. mary.

MAINE.

male. / parker. bentley. river. connor. robert. female. / maeve. magnolia. freya. adeline. madelyn.

MARYLAND.

male. / axel. aaron. chase. kayden. austin. female. / genesis. bella. brielle. mackenzie. ariana.

MASSACHUSETTS.

male. / maxwell. landon. cole. rowan. george. female. / sophie. anna. julia. cecilia. eva.

MICHIGAN.

male. / roman. ali. blake. milo. august. female. / brooklyn. peyton. savannah. nevaeh. melody.

MINNESOTA.

male. / arlo. graham. louis. archer. otto. female. / amira. elsie. lennon. wren. june.

MISSISSIPPI.

male. / bryson. walker. kyrie. dawson. kash. female. / harmony. journee. summer. oaklynn. kylie.

MISSOURI.

male. / jeremiah. dean. tucker. jasper. xavier. female. / reagan. ember. brynlee. iris. amara.

MONTANA.

male. / bodhi. colt. stetson. knox. arthur. female. / finley. aspen. eliza. harlow. jane.

NEBRASKA.

male. / barrett. lane. ian. camden. hayes. female. / maria. eden. reese. sutton. jade.

NEVADA.

male. / gael. emiliano. ivan. lorenzo. ace. female. / athena. ximena. selena. alaia. allison.

NEW HAMPSHIRE.

male. / evan. finnegan. brayden. gavin. max. female. / fiona. rose. genevieve. vera. rosalie.

NEW JERSEY.

male. / nicholas. dominic. vincent. zachary. thiago. female. / esther. sara. miriam. rachel. rivka.

NEW MEXICO.

male. / jose. giovanni. damian. angel. diego. female. / ariella. xiomara. kaylani. catalina. andrea.

NEW YORK.

male. / moshe. abraham. jonathan. chaim. jordan. female. / chaya. alaia. chana. sienna. juliette.

NORTH CAROLINA.

male. / micah. brantley. tristan. tyler. nathaniel. female. / kaylee. alexa. taylor. katherine. bailey.

NORTH DAKOTA.

male. / bridger. daxton. briggs. cohen. paul. female. / sylvie. presley. alivia. brynlee. ada.

OHIO.

male. / kevin. timothy. brody. brandon. grant. female. / morgan. paige. jenna. annabelle. lyla.

OKLAHOMA.

male. / malachi. ryder. zayden. maddox. abel. female. / faith. samantha. jasmine. trinity. alexis.

OREGON.

male. / elliot. jude. leon. atlas. travis. female. / juniper. sydney. melanie. charlie. daisy.

PENNSYLVANIA.

male. / sean. brady. jason. colin. hayden. female. / callie. molly. teagan. brianna. lauren.

RHODE ISLAND.

male. / zion. nico. enzo. amari. theo. female. / vivienne. anastasia. melody. valerie. sage.

SOUTH CAROLINA.

male. / kyrie. king. ashton. jayceon. jaden. female. / kendall. paris. mariah. makayla. saylor.

SOUTH DAKOTA.

male. / beckham. finn. nash. holden. knox. female. / thea. hattie. octavia. haisley. mckenna.

TENNESSEE.

male. / justin. seth. steven. kenneth. mark. female. / arabella. alexandria. amber. laura. amanda.

TEXAS.

male. / andres. matias. adriel. victor. alan. female. / arabella. lucia. alina. kimberly. ariel.

UTAH.

male. / nixon. jett. peter. victor. jonah. female. / navy. adelaide. millie. olive. holland.

VERMONT.

male. / griffin. eric. felix. forrest. spencer. female. / aurelia. bristol. lila. phoebe. mae.

VIRGINIA.

male. / bryce. patrick. brian. richard. kyle. female. / katelyn. cheyenne. jessica. aniyah. michelle.

WASHINGTON.

male. / dakota. jeremy. derek. garrett. jeffrey. female. / georgia. stephanie. nicole. alyssa. jocelyn.

WEST VIRGINIA.

male. / trenton. chandler. drew. clayton. scott. female. / destiny. rebecca. angelina. caitlyn. chelsea.

WISCONSIN.

male. / jared. mitchell. alec. brett. douglas. female. / meghan. christina. marissa. danielle. cassandra.

WYOMING.

male. / odin. zane. agustus. talon. porter. female. / maggie. gracelynn. willa. adelina. tatum.

#name help #names masterlist #writing help #rph #rpr #supportcontentcreators #mine.txt #mine.lists

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kiawren · 6 days

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Making up oc's in my head based on birds I like..

I don't have much so far but here they are if you car.... the Oriental pied hornbill is my self insert his name is Wyren but sometimes nicknamed Wren cuz i like to be called my own name gahahhaa

he has a friend based on the nightjar her name is Gemini nicknamed Mini cuz... nightjar are smol.... Wyren and Gemini like to search for conspiracy creatures for fun but ghosts started to appear but Wyren doesn't want to admit hes scared of them and he still gets dragged to ghost hunt and cant sleep

Silas is a biker based on rhinoceros hornbill uhrm he's that stoic guy trope but he has his soft spots... maybe he tried boxing at one point and there's this guy based on the Philippine eagle whos way tougher

idk what the story is I just make up images in my head..

Paradise flycatcher is a dancer (the long tail on the bird are like the ribbons part of his design), his partner in dance is based on greater racket tailed drongo,.... They're exes maybe...

One of my favs..! Luzon bleeding heart is an artist.. Think those beaded necklaces with red beads like blood yeah I think they're a fashion student maybe, I also think they help to run a bookshop.. A massive introvert and writes poetry

Keel-billed toucan has like a retro style going on.. He either roller skates or skateboards idk.. He has a sibling based on the firey-billed aracari they both have that..raccoon dyed hair idk what it's called but they're very cool.. Keel-billed toucan guy is sunshine trope

Ok yah that's it I wanna draw them but they'll probbaly look better in my head and I have no time to draw now 💀💀

#yerp #lowkey they have otome game love interest tropes #which was unintentional #maybe the ghost hunting is the plot #sorry I didn't include pics of the birds....

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nightfall-1409 · 1 month

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Hiya. You've probably seen me often in the comments for (Re)convene on AO3. Well, I love that story so much that I had to take this opportunity to continue our dialogue in a more appropriate location/setting. Anyway, the reason I reached out, mainly, is that I have a few questions, if you're willing to answer them. Just out of curiosity, what made you decide to make Myles a Wren? And, if it's not considered spoilers, could you explain the overall history of Clan Wren in this universe? Thanks.

Hi!!! I do hahaha

This is a totally fine place to reach out :) (I'm working on the next chapter, but, well, I get distracted easily hahaha) I'm also working on a one shot I'm planning for mother's day from Sabine's POV called "So I as my mother before me"

So I actually was thinking about this ! Perhaps a little bit roundabout until we get back to our answer.

The way that the last Clan Wars is described in both RepComm and the Disney Rebels is as an emotionally devastating wound, that tore family from family, friend from friend, sibling from sibling, parent from child. Most Mandalorians we've met have two names, a name they were given, and a family name. In a lot of fan content, those who have been separated from their family take on a new last name, Naa'sade, but that's not anywhere I've read officially. But we have met a few Mandos with no last name. Given the fact that the schism in Legends happened first between the True Mandalorians and Death Watch (where Tor defected from what Jaster was doing), it stands to reason that what happened between Clans started then.

So, IMO, the Mandos without last names are likely those who've cut ties with their family. Symbolically, spurning their family name and setting out on their own. But they're not of no clan, because clan structure is more than family structure. They're still of the clan they were apart of before, they're just contending which branch of that clan will survive, or else joining a new clan (IE, Silas' loyalty in the comic, to Jango would likely mean he's joining Jango's clan/house)

We've got three Mandos without last names to work with then. Silas (who I already had plans for + we've already gotten a canon face for), Montross (who's well, very dead by now), and of course, Myles.

This brings me back to how I plan stuff. I knew early on that I was planning on having Ursa as we see in the fic betray Sabine's trust (and this time, really break it, because while Ursa hadn't had the full picture of what Sabine has gone through, Sabine's been burnt by her mother before. And this time is far worse. Because she thought she would be able to influence Ursa's choices if she told her mother the truth.)

So I did more than a little character analysis of Ursa. She's a protective mother bear, but she at this point is dead loyal to Death Watch, as she would later be loyal. Her willingness to betray her child's friends and teammates to get her child to safety, her frank conversation with Sabine where Ursa tells her that the entire reason why Ursa never reached out to her was because Sabine was safer away from them... that implies a level of control, a level of knowledge of how these things work, a level of trust in Death Watch's leadership structure, that if she reached out she would get what she wanted. Because Sabine had never once betrayed her name, never declared her parents dar'buir. So making sure Sabine gets home safe was important to her, a) and b) thought that working through Death Watch's House channels would work. Given the fact that the clan wars split up house from house, clan from clan as I mentioned...

And then there's the fact she ended up marrying a New Mando... I'm given to believe that there was some disillusionment with Death Watch from before, but not enough to betray it completely. So I'm inclined to believe that something happened to her during the clan wars, but it's a matter of asking, well, what?

In Short then, there's ample room for a tragic backstory for Ursa wherein she, as her daughter, was raised in the midst of a civil war. Where she, as her daughter, lost a sibling to that war, when her sibling refuted their family, and left, and became nameless. She snaps at Ezra when he says that they're all True Mandalorians, to tell him not to speak on what he doesn't know, meaning, IMO, this sibling could have gone to that side of the battle.

Ursa, Sabine, Tristen, all have latin ties wrt their names, and so does Myles.

So I came at it like that. I wanted to have a sort of pattern, within the Wrens, with Sabine, and Ursa. And further, more than that.... it's useful for other story purposes, as a plot device if Sabine's got a lot in common with someone in PARTICULAR Jango Failed... Wellllll that is a rather juicy potential point of Pain. A good plot point that could come around, as well as being a good theme of the story, of being that of cycles and family dynamics coming around and around, and wanting to break out of it.

Hopefully that answers the question!

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