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prfctparis · 2 years

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little random facts with zari & the shatterpoint lineage in my star wars fix-it au

to start this off: zariza is anakin’s little sister – half-sister, technically, but rarely does anyone acknowledge the ‘half’ part

also i’m making this bc idk when i’m actually going to write this out as an actual story so y’all are getting this bullet point style for now

moving on! more background stuff: she isn’t in mos espa with anakin & shmi bc watto’s a dick who sold her when she was 3 or 4 with no warning whatsoever

but then she gets freed & depa billaba is envolved somehow (and maybe quinlan vos. i’m still figuring things out lmao) & they eventually go back to the jedi temple. this happens uhhh 3 or 4-ish months after TPM

anakin who lowkey previously resented every single council member bc they didn’t want him to join immediately loves depa for this and his 10 year old big bro brain is like “well i love you now” for saving his little sister

zari obviously adores depa as well

depa adores them back bc they’re adorable

mace “the skywalkers give me headaches” windu has a vague sense of foreboding bc of this and he doesn’t know why. it’s not bad, per se, but still

so rlly in the early years he doesn’t interact with neither zariza nor anakin a lot tbh but i mean after the kinda-murderous-droid-and-flesh-eating-plant incident they can’t fault him for doing so

only the high council members, obi-wan, my oc jedi master rheba, & the skysibs know what happened; everyone else only hears apparent rumors that are mostly wrong (but none of them know that)

when zari is having Bad Days as an initiate & nothing her crèchemates & master do helps, she finds depa and she braids zari’s hair to help her relax

depa is the reason zariza calls mace ‘window’

when he finally figures that out he isn’t surprised in the slightest

zari also has a connection to living things (v strong in the living force) but mostly plants

after catching each other in the temple’s kitchens that one night anakin was sick, mace keeps a closer eye on zariza & by proxi anakin

somehow it becomes a reoccurring thing over the years until she’s a padawan

speaking of, when zariza becomes rheba toome’s padawan it isn’t a surprise considering the togruta woman was dubbed as a ‘skywalker wrangler’

he simultaneously feels relieved and disappointed

the only one who notices this is yoda (& ok depa too)

and then when zariza and rheba go on a mission when she’s 14, things go Very Very Wrong Extremely Quickly and zari gets enslaved again and rheba dies trying to save her

fast forward through traumatic experiences and zariza gets back literally the day the clone wars starts

now she needs another master (after, y’know, debating on whether or not she actually wants to come back as a jedi padawan at the temple)

mace “skywalkers give me headaches but somehow along the way i’ve gone soft for the youngest one” windu eventually fills in that spot

anakin officially decided that, ok, maybe mace windu isn’t so bad

the Bad Day = hair braiding with depa changes to Bad Day = hair braiding with mace bc of the war

he’s mediocre at it but zari doesn’t mind. he’s not as bad as he could be at it bc he used to braid depa’s hair too

also she climbs through secret hallways, vents, etc at the temple (and in time, the vents in the venatorships). always has. it’s where she disappears to most of the time if she’s not somewhere deep within the room of a thousand fountains

one such secret passage leads to the high council’s room and when she exits the hidden door mace & depa are in the middle of the room talking about a meeting that just ended and the three stare at each other for a solid 5 seconds before zari just. backs up back into the secret passage way.

that happens during her padawan-ship under rheba but she’s been mapping the secret passage ways, the basement hallways, vents, even the fucking attic, ever since she was 7

the only other person who knows this is her best friend elvira who’s plo koon’s padawan bc i said so and also bc he deserves one

and then ezra years down the line. zari enables him in everything and caleb is Not Pleased

“get ur own padawan! ezra is my kid”

“hm no, i don’t think i will”

anakin, overhearing caleb ranting to mace and depa, master of sniffing out little sister antics thanks to zari and ahsoka: “you realize reacting like this just fuels her actions, right?”

caleb: “….well i do now”

anyway anakin tries to get zariza to give him the maps of the passages & all bc he wants to feel included but zariza is a little shit and lives for annoying her big brother so she refuses every single time

r2-d2 knows tho but just for emergencies

when anakin figures this out he tries to get it out of r2 but r2 shocks him instead

“you turned my droid against me!”

“…technically isn’t he padmé’s droid?”

“THATS BESIDES THE POINT-“

bc anakin’s a bad influence zari has known A Lot of huttese cuss words since she joined the order & accidentally teaches an 11 year old caleb dume three huttese cuss words within an hour when depa & mace’s battalions team up during the war

the adults aren’t pleased

zari and caleb are awkward with each other for 3 whole minutes the first time they meet & then they get along like a house on fire

ponds and grey try to keep an eye on them when their battalions team up for that exact reason but somehow they always lose sight of them within 30 minutes

zari thinks of caleb as a little brother

with that said the jedi are found family and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands

she 1000% embarrasses him when she first meets hera

and that’s all for now or else this’ll get way too long

#star wars au #shatterpoint lineage #star wars oc #mace windu #depa billaba #oc: zariza #take the fear that i don’t need #i actually made this post months ago #it’s just been collecting dust in my drafts so i finally decided to post it #and added some things #lowkey i’m only posting this bc i’m bored lol

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fooltofancy · 3 years

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some val nonsense

since yaknow this man is mostly just vague sketches and me calling him an idiot in the tags, rather than a fleshed-out human being. some uh. not game-specific proof, i guess.

idk where the post these questions came from... is? i'll find it and link it later, if i remember.

aptitude

1. what are your ocs natural abilities, things they've been doing since they were young?

reading people - he's hyper-aware of what is expected of him in any situation, can and will play whatever part is asked of him if he's feelin it in that moment. no longer feels like he must fulfill any role, but the ability formed from habit is still there in the background.

also very good at appearing busy.

2. what activities have they participated in?

debate, in school.

3. what abilities do they have that they've worked for?

efficient ghost-writer. can and will (to disastrous effect) mimic voices in writing like a motherfucker.

excellent - trained - poker face.

4. what things are they bad at?

most anything requiring physical endurance. his aim's not great for someone equipped with a firearm. genuinely bad depth perception, which isn't his fault but DOES affect his ability to turn corners efficiently when he's in a hurry.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

bullshitting. can and will lie through his teeth if it will make his life or even just day the slightest bit easier.

basics

1. what is their hair color?

mousey brown, curly and unkempt. absolutely in his eyes at all times.

2. what is their eye color?

hazel

3. how tall are they?

5'8"

4. how old are they?

5. how much do they weigh?

150ish - willowy build

comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

casually, in public. legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle or one crossed over the other at the ankle or knee. privately, like a pretzel. if he's comfortable around you he's gonna sit like an idiot - legs draped over the arm of a chair or tucked up under him.

2. in what position do they sleep?

curled in a ball, knees to chest. v vulnerable, v bad for his back.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

just sleepin. maybe reading, maybe a lil questionable background music. maybe MAYBE baking bread, which takes time he doesn't usually have but is something he enjoys.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

tea isn't food, but it's in having time to make it properly and then having time to sit and drink it that's comfort more than the thing itself.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

loaded question - he can be distracted, sure, but comfort isn't really something he's equipped to accept from anyone, even someone he's ostensibly close to. not gonna confront whatever has him upset in a meaningful way, so the comfort is equally meaningless because he's convinced himself he doesn't need it.

decoration

1. how would they decorate their house?

comfortably - textured fabrics in layers, as much natural light when possible, muted artificial light. hardy plants (doesn't have the time for difficult ones) and jewel tones. warm but impersonal - some art, mostly indistinct modern pieces. no photos.

2. how would they decorate their child's room?

he has no interest or plans to have children, and wouldn't consider it.

3. how do they decorate their own room?

it's just a bed. not where he spends the most time, so it's not especially personal. queen-sized bed because he doesn't like to feel lost in it. fluffy comforter + knit and crocheted things for texture variation. three pillows. blackout curtains because he used to be unable to sleep if there was any light, but he's started to struggle with absolute darkness as well so they're usually open.

4. what types of clothes or accessories do they wear?

layers. big fan of loose jackets or cardigans over simple shirts in subdued colors. straight-legged slacks or skinny jeans. he's got one pair of leather brogues that he spent way too much money on like ten years ago. his glasses are understated - narrow silver half-frames. he's recently added a glasses chain to his repertoire, because losing those motherfuckers is a real bitch.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

not especially.

external personality

1. does the way they do things reflect their internal personality?

more than he cares to admit. not quite as stoic as he thinks he his, but you're not gonna hear him admit to experiencing an emotion in a thousand years.

2.do they do things that conform to the norm?

it’s easier that way, but a mother fucker is also stubborn. if he stops feeling like rolling easy you’re gonna know about it.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

he’s not particularly interested in trends such that he’s not gonna be aware that he’s picking up on visual styles that are happening around him, however he does instinctively blend in.

4. are they up-to-date on internet fads?

he’s seen the memes, but does not say them out loud. he’s got like. very few principles, but he’s got principles.

5. do they portray their personality or let people figure it out on their own?

ya boi is just a stack of masks. masks on masks on masks on masks.

fun

1. what do they do for fun?

what in the fuck actually is fun? not sure. maybe open to finding out, though.

2. what is their ideal party?

booze, music, rooms full of people he doesn’t know and can get lost in.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

frankly, folk he doesn’t know and doesn’t expect to know - no expectations, the freedom to behave however the fuck he feels like behaving, with temporary consequences.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

sure? does he? probably not.

5. do they go out a lot?

eh. going out in a small community means a familiarity he’s not real comfortable with.

gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

his eyes are v pretty, even though they don’t work. rare laugh lights up his whole face.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

determined (sometimes beyond reason); surprisingly compassionate.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

ride or die. will blackmail a motherfucker for you in a heartbeat.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

very skeptical of his own motivations - he trusts himself as much as he trusts anyone else, so not at all.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

ease in relationships

heat

1. do they prefer a hot or cold room?

cold

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

winter

3. do they like the snow?

he’s only seen it once, and it was mostly gross and dirty. very much likes the idea of snow.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

walking is good - you won’t get him in a car in the summer if he can help it. in uni he played a lot of frisbee.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

does wearing big sweaters count as a winter activity? walking while carrying tea.

in the closet

1. what is their sexuality?

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

thought he might be strictly gay for a bit; isn’t.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

no.

4. would/was their family okay with them coming out?

he straight-up has no idea, the conversation hasn’t and, probably won’t, happen.

5. how long did it take for them to come out?

university; there wasn’t much dating before that so he never felt it necessary.

joy

1, what makes them happy?

rain, loose-leaf tea, watching other people enjoy themselves, when someone he doesn’t care for has to change their behavior as a direct result of his petty bullshit.

2. who makes them happy?

people who listen to him for his own merits, lil kid shenanigans.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

if it’s a bop he’s down.

4. are they happy often?

he’s not unhappy often?

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

ten hours of uninterrupted sleep.

kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

when he was very young - would tell you he only ever considered it out of spite, but he was also very lonely and confused and afraid and had no real help parsing a world that felt like it was out to get him, personally. that’s a lot on a kid, or anyone.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

academically, sure - practically couldn’t actually bring himself to do it.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

probably he’s a little afraid that he could kill someone without consequences, and he’s deeply uncomfortable with that.

4. who would miss them, if they died?

his mother would miss the idea of him, which he feels hardly counts. colleagues - he’s easy to work with and mysteriously well-liked for kind of being a little shit.

5. who would be happy if he died?

... possibly the mayor.

lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit?

nectarines, pomegranates - inexplicably fruit you have to work for.

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

bananas. texture b a d.

3. are there any foods they hate?

anything textured like a banana.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

not that he knows

5. what is their favorite food?

fried egg and cheese on the flakiest fucking croissant.

maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son?

no children at all, thank you very much.

2. how many children do they want?

none.

3. would they be a good parent?

no. mostly because he would be absolutely paralyzed by the prospect of ruining a child’s life. if he could pull his head out of his ass long enough to get over the fear, maybe. knows enough of what it means to be a bad parent that he’d do the most possible to Not Be That Thing.

4. what would they name a son? daughter?

moot point.

5. would they adopt?

no.

never have i ever

1. what would they never do?

never is a permanent sort of word he prefers not to use. however. forgiving his mothing in a meaningful sort of way is pretty far down the list of things he’s interested in doing.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

just fuckin. disappear into the aether, no forwarding address. can’t be controlled if the controllers can’t find you.

3. is there anything they can’t believe people do?

trust implicitly.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

can’t be embarrassed in you don’t give a shit. he is, however, starting to give a shit, and THAT’S embarrassing as fuck.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

the uh. policing side of law enforcement wasn’t really on his radar until he was forced into it.

optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

neither, particularly. tends to take things as they come, ‘cause they’re gonna come one way or another.

2. are they openly optimistic, thrusting it on others?

no.

3. are they good at giving advice?

he’s good at sounding like he’s giving good advice. take it with a grain of salt.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws their optimism on them?

too many, probably, but he’s not fussed.

5. were they always optimistic?

as a child the world felt very unsafe, unsure, and hostile, so he learned not to trust before he learned that not everything was out to get him.

personality

1. what is their best personality trait?

adaptability; it’s not that he adjusts to adapt to the world so much as he’s so skilled at code-shifting in any situation that even drastic change is just one more step - maybe forward, maybe sideways, but as long as you’re still standing and moving it’s fine.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

can he adjust to any situation in a way that benefits him? yes. does he? often, no. one stubborn, petty bitch, and often in ways you won’t realize until they crop up later to bite you in the ass.

3. what of their personality do others love?

capacity for unexpected empathy and compassion.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

being unmoved by a world that seems determined to kick his ass on the regular. whether that’s stubbornness or determination or actually a weird twisted sort of optimism, outwardly he appears resilient af.

5. do they hate anything about their/others’ personalities?

quite frustrated by folk who use their/other’s positions to get out of the consequences of their actions - irony certainly not lost on him.

questions

1. do they ask for help?

no. very much to his detriment.

2. do they ask questions in class?

yes, might as well take advantage of expertise while you’ve got the opportunity.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

nah. took like eight levels in deflection.

4. do they ask weird questions?

if it feels necessary.

5. are they curious?

not especially. takes everything at face value, because digging tends to get you nothing but trouble.

rules

1. do they follow rules?

ish. when not doing so will hurt someone he gives half a shit about. otherwise the rules are pretty bendy.

2. would they e a strict or laid-back parent?

laid-back. couldn’t imagine imposing order on a tiny agent of chaos when he’s at best an average-sized agent of chaos.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking the rules?

their entire life is currently the consequence of (mostly academic) rule-breaking.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

only personal rules. mixing your business relationship with your personal relationships probably not the best. regret, yes, but whether he’s learned from his mistakes is another thing entirely. (he has not.)

5. do they find any rules they/others follow ridiculous?

most of them, frankly.

streets

1. are they street-smart?

yes. he wasn’t like a big-time criminal, but he flew under the radar for a stupidly long time for someone as public about plagiarism (... and drug sales) as he was.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

sure

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

not on purpose, but you know. shit happens when you have a big mouth and little to no self-preservation.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

apart from getting kicked in alleys behind clubs a few times, not really.

5. are they cautious when out?

more than he used to be, for sure.

truth

1. are they honest?

when it benefits him.

2. can they tell when someone is lying?

takes one to know one, and he spends a fair amount of time lying through his teeth. can have a bit of a blind spot when it comes to people he likes, though, less in that he can’t tell when they’re lying and more that he thinks he’s not that hurt by it because he expects everyone to lie. if he genuinely cares for someone, though, he doesn’t guard against it.

3. is it obvious when he’s lying?

depends on who he’s lying to and what he’s lying about. lies constantly, but if he really cares about something his poker face dies and goes straight to hell.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

no. shit happens and regret gets you nowhere.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

almost went to prison for it.

underdog

1. have they been bullied?

yes. he was a shy, under-socialized child, and an easy target til he got wise. and petty. very quickly developed thick skin and a bit of a nasty, stubborn streak when it comes to folk who are cruel just for the sake of being cruel.

2. have they bullied anyone?

prone to bullying bullies.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

he’s mouthy, and not great at shutting up. so yes.

4. have they ever been doubted?

for good reason. tendency toward unscrupulous behavior - mostly when it comes to risking himself, but no man’s an island etc. possibly too smart for his own good.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

police work, and literally everyone is a bit shocked by this fact.

vomit

1. do they vomit often?

only if he’s drinking. if he drinks at all he gets smashed - not because he’s a lightweight, but because he has very little self-control. like. blackout drunk, wakes up in a bathroom somewhere (ideally his, sometimes just a bar somewhere) with his head in a toilet. otherwise not if at all possible.

2. do they get a lot of stomach aches?

stress makes him nauseous, but otherwise not particularly.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

no. mysteriously he’s much better with emotional comfort - he’s the kind of person who will be ill sympathetically.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

touch, company, but on god do n o t ask him how he’s feeling.

water

1. do they drink enough water?

probably not - when he remembers. he does not remember.

2. have they learned to swim?

enough that he probably wouldn’t drown if he fell in a lake. no guarantees in sketchy water, though.

3. do they like to swim?

enjoys the sensation of floating. eyes closed, listening to his heart beat in his ears, just feeling the weight of his blood forging through his body. active swimming, though, not so much.

4. can they dive?

yes - has good form for someone who doesn’t spend that much time in the water.

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

yes

xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

he’s one of those people who can (and will) listen to anything - one-hundred percent will listen to genuinely bad music out of spite if and when someone gives him shit about something he’s listening to on accident. will just listen to the radio, or put all of his music on shuffle and go.

2. do they have a favorite song?

no, but if pressed will list the first abba song he can think of off the top of his head.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

4. can they sing well?

can carry a tune and doesn’t have a bad voice, but he’s definitely prone to singing badly to make a point.

5. can they rap?

god no.

zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal?

aesthetically, snakes. practically animals are weird and confusing and if he were ever confronted by an actual snake he may very well climb the nearest wall.

2. do they like animals?

in theory, sure. in practice? what is this? what is it doing? should not be trusted with your pets for extended periods of time. comfortable around cats and most dogs, but if an animal is unpredictable it’ll make him nervous.

3. cats or dogs?

probably cats, but it’s a lot of staring uncomfortably.

4. what’s their dream pet?

maybe a fish. a few lil schooling mofos, but he doesn’t really have the time or the patience or the fortitude? to regularly care for a tank.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

#give me the opportunity i WILL make a dumbass #i will!#valentine langford #this is mostly pre-book one val #w some vague references #ok i can finish commissions now #i TYPED #... where'd y go #farewell y i never knew u #oh i was gonna slap some art on this wasn't i #oh well

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imagineredwood · 4 years

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Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: None really, mild baby talk

Word count: 2.2k

***Bit of a filler chapter so that we can start seeing the bond between Coco and Cam grow a little more.***

“He showed up at your job?”

EZ’s nostrils were flared in anger as he looked at Camila, her face neutral. She knew she had to tell him, not one for keeping secrets. She knew he wouldn’t take it well though and so she’d tried to soften the blow as much as she could. EZ’s shock and disbelief were weird to her though.

“You were meeting with his wife behind his back. What did you expect?”

“I didn’t expect him to drag you into this shit.”

“I got dragged into this shit way before I even knew who Miguel was, EZ.”

He didn’t have a response for that.

“I don’t want him near you.”

With a sigh, Cam shrugged and started running her fingers through her hair.

“I don’t have any control of that EZ. He found out where I worked, I didn’t tell him. With the power he had, there isn’t anything that he can’t find out. I don’t know what you expect me to do.”

He could tell that she was frustrated, and he ran his hand over his head roughly.

“I don’t expect you to do anything Cam. I just want you to be safe.”

She nodded and looked at him for a few seconds before walking toward his, wrapping her arms around his waist. She turned her head sideways and laid it against his chest as his own arms wrapped around her shoulders.

“I’ll be as safe as I can. I’ll keep my eyes open. I’ll call you to check in.”

EZ was quiet for a bit before he spoke again.

“Are you scared?”

He was dreading her answer even though he already knew what it would be. All he had wanted to do was keep her happy and safe and his rendezvous with Emily had destroyed that. Sure, they had talked it out and established that Emily was to be left in the past for good, but now in getting rid of Emily, he had brought about a whole new beast altogether. Camila’s voice sounded small when she answered him.

“Yeah.”

EZ closed his eyes and blew out a long breath, squeezing her tighter.

“Don’t be scared, mi vida. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll do what I have to do, make it right, but I won’t let you get hurt. I promise you.”

He took a handful of her hair and gently tugged at it, pulling her head back and off of his chest so he could look at her. She looked tired, worry over the encounter with Miguel robbing her of sleep for most of the night. He could tell something was bothering her and he wished she would’ve told him when she had gotten home. She had let him enjoy the rest of his evening though and had told him now, the morning after.

“I’ll fix it.”

Camila nodded, smiling softly and leaning forward to press a kiss to his bare chest. She removed her arms from around his waist and brought them up between their bodies, running her finger over the gold chair that he wore. She fiddled with it before looking back up at him to find him watching her with pure adoration. She giggled and it only brought a smile to his face.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Ezekiel.”

They stood there in each other’s space, him holding her and her tracing patterns along his chest.

“you thought about us living together?” His question caught her off guard and she looked at him.

“I’ve already been thinking about it but now with these Miguel and KJ situations and you getting more involved with me and the club…”

He wasn’t lying. He would feel much more comfortable living with her where he could protect her every night as opposed to worrying on the nights he stayed in the trailer, but he had been thinking about living with her for a little while now. Now with Miguel popping up and getting close, EZ felt like there had never been a better time. He was relieved when Camila nodded her head.

“I mean, sure. Of course I have. You already kinda spend more time here than you do at the clubhouse or the trailer.”

EZ agreed with a chuckle.

“I hate that fucking trailer.” Camila tilted her head looking perplexed.

“Why? It’s not terrible, its comfortable, it’s yours- “

“It doesn’t have you.”

His rebuttal wasn’t something that she had considered, and she nodded.

“That’s true. You could move in with me. I just don’t want…”

She paused as she tried to look for the words and EZ rubbed his hands up and down her back.

“Just say it.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re losing your freedom. Like you won’t have a say because it’s my house. I may have bought it, but I already consider it our house. I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking you in. I want it to feel like we’re making the step together.”

EZ nodded, understanding where she was coming from, but not agreeing in the slightest.

“And it will. We’ll make it feel like that. I have a lot of my shit here, but it’s in a couple drawers. I sleep here, but not every night. So, we can take that step so that it feels like our house if that’s what you want. I want to live with you so I can always keep you safe but as far as I know, I’m already home.”

It was cheesy and corny, but full of love and Camila pulled him into a hug. He returned it, holding her to him as she spoke into the crook of his neck.

“Let’s start planning it.”

EZ smiled and pulled away taking her face into his hands and pressing his mouth against hers. She gripped his sides and kissed him back until he pulled away and looked down at her tummy. He reached down with one hand and ran his fingers lovingly over the soft flesh through her tank top.

“I wish things were normal.”

Brows knitted, Camila questioned him as he continued to run his fingers over her tummy.

“What do you mean?”

“I wish we could have a normal life. I wish I could give you a normal life. That we could get a house together and get married and have a family and not have anything threaten it.”

Camila smiled apologetically and shrugged.

“I know, but its too late for that now. This is the life that we have, and we need to make the best out of it. Abuela always said that regretting choices you’ve made in the past stops you from enjoying your present and future.”

“I feel like my mom and your abuela would’ve really liked each other.”

That made Camila smile brightly.

“Well I’m sure they’re both sipping their cafesitos and getting to know each other up there now.”

The picture Camila’s words painted in his head made him smile as well and she pushed his hand away from her tummy playfully.

“And quit thinking about getting me pregnant.”

EZ blushed and followed her as she walked into the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to call me out like that. I still gotta make you a Reyes before I do that.”

This time it was Camila’s turn to blush, EZ wrapping his arms around her from behind as she began cracking eggs.

“Camila Rosa Reyes. I don’t know about you but I’m feeling it.”

She laughed lightly and looked back at him over her shoulder and agreeing.

“Yeah. I think I’m feeling it too.”

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“I’m planning on moving in with Cam.”

Both Angel and Felipe looked up from their sandwiches to look at the prospect who wore a small smile. Angel matched it and nodded his head.

“’Bout fuckin’ time.”

Felipe chuckled at his oldest and returned his eyes to EZ.

“That’s great, son. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. She said once I do, she’ll make a dinner for us and we can all go over. Kinda like a housewarming dinner, even though it’s the same house.”

Angel nodded and took another bite of his sandwich, speaking around a full mouth.

“Why don’t you guys get a new place? The MC’s bringing in some decent money now.”

Shrugging, EZ took a swig of his beer.

“It’s her place. She’s got her garden there and its almost exactly how she wants it. She’s got the house set up how she wants it. She’s comfortable and stable. I don’t want to pull her out of that and stick her somewhere new.”

Both Angel and Felipe agreed, understanding where he was coming from.

“Is she…”

EZ looked back at Angel to find the older brother eyeing him. EZ laughed lightly and shook his head.

“No, she’s not pregnant. We just thought it would be a good idea.”

“Well hurry up. I found this company that sells matching snap backs for uncles and toddlers- “

“Slow down Angel.”

Both brothers laughed as Felipe lightly scolded Angel who defended himself playfully.

“Look, you two are the ones who just got off the shit list so I’m the favorite at the moment. I can joke.”

EZ nodded but couldn’t help the pang of hurt he felt thinking back to how frustrated Cam was with the deal and the fact that EZ hadn’t told Angel yet. They were close, and the thought of Angel being upset at her for EZ’s secret brought a feeling of unease over him that showed clearly on his face no matter how much he tried to hide it. Angel’s smile slipped away, and he kicked at EZ’s foot under the table.

“You good bro?”

EZ nodded quickly and took another bite of his sandwich. Angel could tell he was lying but he decided to let it go, knowing that overthinking was something EZ did often. The three men continued to eat and finished their meal in silence, all caught up in their own thoughts of the issues they were having themselves.

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Camila and Karlene worked quickly to get the coffee’s poured and the cake sliced, a few of the other club girls helping them out. Bishop’s birthday party was in full swing and now that they had all sang happy birthday, Cam had been volunteered to get cake cut and distributed. Some of Vicki’s girls were there as well and they had all fallen in line, grabbing a plate and a cup from Cam to hand out. Off to her side a girl stepped up to her. Cam was busy and spared a glance, thinking that it was one of the other girls wanting a plate but when she finally looked at her, she could tell she was way too young to be one of Vicki’s girls. Offering a smile, she wiped her hands on a towel she had laying around and faced the girl.

“Hi.”

The girl gave her a soft smile that seemed a bit forced and just as quickly as it had shown up, it disappeared.

“EZ told me to come get you. He’s inside, he wants to talk to you.”

“Oh, ok.”

Camila looked back at Karlene to ask if she would be ok for a couple minutes, but she didn’t even get the chance to ask, the redhead already giving her a smirk.

“Go. I got this.”

Camila handed her the towel and walked around the table, making her way to the clubhouse with Letty. The girl was quiet, and Cam tried to make small talk.

“So, you’re Coco’s sister?”

“Mhmm.”

“Nice to meet you. Leticia, right?”

“Yeah.”

Camila could tell she wasn’t interested in conversation and stopped talking. She didn’t want to bother her and made it the rest of the way in complete silence. They walked into the clubhouse together, the music much quieter than it was inside. Bishop was off to the side, girl in his lap and a beer in his hands, laughing and joking. EZ was over at the bar with Angel, Coco and Gilly and Cam walked up, stopping to stand in between Angel and EZ.

“What’s up, corazón?”

EZ smiled immediately and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into him. She brought her own arms up and hugged him around the shoulders.

“Just wanted you to come in and talk. Coco was saying that he wanted to see if he could stop by the garden, pick some stuff up.”

Camila looked over at Coco with a smile.

“Of course you can. Stop by in the morning when it’s not to hot so you can go out and not get all sweaty.”

Letty looked on as the conversation went on. She hadn’t met Camila let, hadn’t dealt with her, and while she trusted EZ’s judgement, she was always hesitant to be around new women if she didn’t know exactly what their intentions were. Hearing about her garden though, Letty remembered Coco giving her a box was strawberries earlier that Cam had sent just for her. Once Coco and Camila had finished making the plans for him to swing by, Letty spoke, her large eyes on her.

“You grow those strawberries yourself?”

Her voice threw Cam off for a moment, having thought that maybe the girls silence earlier was simply because she didn’t like her. She smiled anyway and nodded, EZ looking at her proudly.

“Yep. I grow more vegetables than fruits, but I have a few. Blueberries, strawberries, oranges, kiwis.”

Coco nodded and looked over at Letty.

“It’s a beautiful garden. You should come with me tomorrow.”

Letty smiled softly then and agreed, eyes back on Cam and not looking as apprehensive now.

“Yeah, that’d be cool.”

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P-please talk about your Rito OC, please... ramble without any context, please... I have one too... please make me feel less alone...

Ok ok let me just *unloads all of Illeka’s super angsty self-indulgent backstory*

I technically have two backstories, one for botw that I’m gonna use for my fic Where Time Takes Us, and another I use for my dnd campaign. My dnd one is more fleshed out (thanks to my amazing GM) so I’ll probably just share that one.

Warning for super duper long post that is barely coherent and I haven’t checked for typos and also rip to ADHD folks because I have no pictures to ease your brain with. Anyhow prepare for like thousands of words worth of rambles this is not edited at all

This is just a copy paste of the random incoherent shit I sent to my poor DM. Anyhow, I technically have 3 ocs here, but Illeka is the one I play

A weird Rito, that one is. I hear they’ve only cried at birth...

- Illeka was born on the Day of Living Fire, its a celebration of the dead essentially, where you mourn and remember your loved ones and ancestors and all that. It’s superstition to be *born* on this day, because your life/creation takes away from the day that’s supposed to honor the dead, and some people on birb island believe these things, that if you let the kid live it’s a curse. But most people are like no wtf you boomers it’s fine there’s no such thing you crazy old people are weird, which to be fair is kinda true.

- When Talako is around 6, his single mom dies. He’s adopted by a new family, Kala (also around 6 years old) and her parents.

- Illeka meets Talako after he kinda follows her around, because he’s an innocent cinnamon bun that admires Illeka’s calm and stoic demeanor after they help him with some bullies. Through this, Talako, Illeka, and Kala all become best friends.

- The events in Illeka’s life aren’t really helping their whole curse case. Every bad event, from their dad getting injured and having the slightest limp, to their brother, Zekk nearly setting himself on fire— it’s all a supposed punishment for not killing them when they were bored. But at this point most people brush it off as coincidence, besides, nothing THAT bad has happened yet.

- the trio of friends grow strong, becoming some of the best in their arts on the island. And their relationship is seemingly adorable. The serious ~~cursed~~ one, the optimistic sunshine one, and the sarcastic firey one. Prides of their village, set to protect their people from harm.

- Illeka is the best in the village when it comes to physical fights. Trusty halberd, and a keen shot with a bow, they’ve never lost a sparring match on that front. Their personality is offputting to some, there’s a rumour that they’ve never cried. The easiest of jokes, and the vilest of insults don’t spark much reaction from them— except in the presence and topic of their family, Kala, and Talako. But otherwise, the story goes that the cursed kid doesn’t have a soul, and hence, no morality or emotions.

- When they train with Talako and Kala, they never back down, if only out of respect, Illeka wouldn’t want to embarrass them with pity. Talako always laughs at his inevitable defeat, though he tries nonetheless. He promises that one day he’ll be strong enough to beat them.

- Talako is a pleasant soul, but has an nack for adventure and a hint of chaos. He prefers to dual wield daggers, and on occasion a short sword or two. He’s great with the blade, loves the thrill of the fight, but is more skilled with cooking and physical healing and remedies. He’s always the one encouraging fun celebratory hang outs at the tavern, with his two closest friends after a day of guarding the village. Kala always sides with him, and Illeka typical gives in after at least putting on a show of reluctance. He humble and happy and loved by most of the village, if only things would last

- Kala is of wit and cunning, she’s typically the first to speak. She’s headstrong and not afraid to insult whoever she displeases, and a bit too arrogant in her abilities. She laughs at all of Talako’s jokes, if perhaps only to spite Illeka’s groans. She’s also the most strategic of her friends, being the “one with a plan” in battle. While she’s a decent wield of two khopesh, Kala’s mostly gifted with magic. She’s got a knack for conjuring, though is well researched in other types as well. Illeka and her are an even match, with decent win ratios on either end. Illeka doesn’t take it that personally, they suck/hate magic after all. Kala’s a bit more competitive tho.. While her power in magic is certainly the best on all of the island, she can’t help but feel salty/jealous for always being overshadowed by Illeka’s feats, since the people prefer/understand the physical over the magic.

- Oh, and she was born on day after the Day of Living Fire, according to her parents. How lucky.

- In a sense, they’re all a bit of an outcast. Kala the fiery independent one, a bit sidecasted for prefering magic over steel. Talako the weird orphan, for being a chirpy, happy boi, which is a bit annoying for some. And Illeka…well lets just say their situation isn’t going to be improving

- One year, Illeka’s family is expecting more kids, twin sisters at that! It’s the most excited anyone’s ever seen Illeka, thought perhaps that’s not the right word… They’ve still got their usual demeanor, but they did spend nearly a week crocheting little baby hats and tunics and scarves. They threatened to kill their brother if they told anyone, although Zekk was allowed to let it slip to Tal and Kala

- [They are absurdly good at crochet btw. They never do it anymore to try and maintain their “reputation,” but their family will never forget the time they crafted matching blankets and hats to win a little competition in their home town.]

- Then the Day of Living Fire arrives for that year. Theres a little celebration for Illeka’s birthday, before moving on to other activities.

- The twins die that night.

- The village was in a bit of shock…and rumours grow considering the timing of it. The mysterious circumstance of it…well it does turn the heads of even some of the less-superstitious. The rumours, the death, the silent thought that perhaps that cursed bird caused some babies’ death, Illeka endured it.

- Years later would it get worse.

- Illeka is still publically respected at this point, weird rumours sure, but try telling that to the edge of her halberd. Their mother had made the twin’s shrine, but they say Illeka didn’t visit that often. Talako was always by their side, trying to help them, which was always appreciated, even when they tried to hide it.

- Kala was busy in the library these days.

- Zekk had started a family by now, a little baby birb named Mili hatched into the world. Illeka would often steal her away for little cuddles when they (thought) no one was looking. Zekk would jest that they had to fight for the right to hold his own kid. Kala would also occasionally tease them about it, though Tal was mostly happy to see them in better spirits

- Then, another Day of Living Fire.

- Talako and Illeka were usually on guard duty together, the northern patrol by the village edge. But tal was still a bit worried about his friend’s state of mind, he’s not sure he’d even seen them mourn. He pushes for Illeka to take the day off, it’s technically their birthday after all, plus they can pay their respected at the shrines and attend the festivities and do the ceremonies and all that. Illeka denies it, brushing it off like they always do.

- Soon, their nightly patrol begins, and Illeka is about to set off to met up with Talako, but Kala intercepts. She has a talk with them, similar to that of Talako’s, but with…more well crafted and laced words. It’s nearly the same message that Talako tried to tell them, “It’ll be healthy for you, visit the shrines, be with your family, maybe brush off some rumours in the process.” Illeka nearly denies again, joking that Talako would get afraid of the dark if they didn’t show up. But Kala interjects, stating that she’s already made plans to take the patrol that nigth with Tal. Trusting their friends to be safe in each others care, Illeka relents and takes the day off.

- …yeah. so

- perhaps you can see where this is going.

- Kala’s jealousy had been growing over the years. Not only was she being shadowed by Illeka and their non magic ways, but it was irritating even more that all the talk about magic in the town was not of her exceptional abilties, but of stupid rumours and non-existent evil curses. If the people wanted show, she’d give them a show

- This mindset made her spars with Illeka a bit more personal as of late, getting it in her head that she needed to get stronger, strong enough to best Illeka with ease. Strong enough so that there would be no question who was the best warrior on the island, magic, bows, halberds, or no.

- The library had many forgotten books that she had been studying. Conjuring, rituals, illusions, necromancy. It was all…beautiful. Kala soaked in every word, sometimes berating the bookkeeper offhandedly for not keeping them in the best condition

- In her research she eventually found a beast. A..thing, a demon? A monster, the specifics weren’t there, but the gist of it was, if you had the courage to summon it, it would grant you the knowledge for attaining anything you desired. All it asked in return was…to eat some people.

- But not just any people mind you! Supposedly the ritual only worked for the people with the greatest of ambitions, willing to sacrifice the lives of people they might care about. The sacrifices had to be of someone with great trust and bond with the person.

- Kala’s parents disappeared that day, a few feathers laid about, but there was no blood.

- Near the northern border, by a open field, a weird circle dripped the grass red

- Talako waited by the village edge, ready to fly off with their patrol partner when they arrived. When Kala greeted him, he was a bit surprised, but happy when she explained that Illeka had gone off back to town.

- Indeed Illeka was with their family now, as the sun started to set. Occasionally, a passerby would give them a weird glance before walking swiftly away.

- Somewhere in the northern border, a warrior is knocked unconcious, and dragged upon a blood red pattern

- Illeka is by her sisters’ shrine. For the sliver of a moment, they contemplate crying.

- Then an explosion is heard off in the distance

- Talako was wide awake at this point, although his wings being pinned to his sides wasn’t that helpful considering there was a giant, *giant* dark monster in front of him.

- Kala lets off a final remark, saying it was for his own good. The death would be swifter if he didn’t squirm.

- He whipped back at her, glaring with a fire she hasn’t seen before. He calls her a coward for tricking Illeka, a coward for kill their parents, a coward for not even giving him the decency to fight for his life.

- She nearly smiles at the last remark. “Fine.” She tosses him his blades. “You were never much of a warrior anyway.”

- Illeka was flying towards the booming sound at full speed, nearly knocking over their family and other mourning, people in the process. A few others had tried to slow them down, claiming they should suit of better first, before confronting whatever had been the source of the explosion. Illeka didn’t listen.

- They barely had time to grab a weapon, before approaching the northern border. After gracing the crests of the hill tops, they finally saw it. A giant demonic beast, snapping it’s jaws against a flying dash of black feathers, Talako.

- Illeka called out to him, nearly dashing off into the air again, but they stopped when they spotted Kala, standing idlely by next to her.

- Before they could even speak, before they could even question why she was acting so nonchalantly while their best friend was fighting for their life against an evil monstrosity, Kala shook her head and spoke. “You always have to ruin my fun, don’t you?” She struck a magic blow and Illeka, square in the chest.

- It knocked them to the ground, but they got up, setting their halberd and pointing it at them.

- Then insert some dramatic scene where Kala is like “you’re so selfish, hogging all the attention, thinking you’re better than me, but today I’m gonna finally best you mwahaha” and Illeka is like “wtf why did you do this? I thought we were friends? I trusted you?? the fuck? also talako is our friend!!?” and then its “yeah thats right I manipulated your stupid feelings to gain the upperhand. you’re super pathetic honestly for falling for it. anyhow yeah talako will probably die, i tried to give him the luxary of a swift death but he wouldn’t listen, so now he’s probably gonna get brutally slayed lol” and illeka is all “I’ll kill you” and kala is “no u. This whole thing is gonna give me so much power no ones gonna question me again” and then they fight each other

- The duel is nearly a draw, Kala’s magical ability is certainly is certainly stronger, but she’s not as all powerful without that knowledge from the demon monster guy that needs to eat his meal. Illeka is fighting with all theyve got, but all they brought was a halberd, but they are very fueled by rage and spite so it’s still an even match. Illeka eventually lands a blow that’s got Kala bleeding severely, but Kala pretty much almost kills them with a direct attack. Kala’s too weak to finish the job, plus those other guards have finally started to fly and approach in the distance, so she flys off. Illeka finally slips into unconsciousness.

- When they wake up, it’s almost sunrise. Their mom is shaking them awake, part of the party that was investigating the explosion that summoned the beast. Illeka bolts up, they’re still in the field were they had fought Kala, but she and the beast are no where to be seen.

- They run off, trying to find Talako, and ho boy do they find him alright. His body is crumpled by some rocks, his wing nearly ripped clean off, theres so much blood, even a warrior like Illeka can hardly bare it. Some small bit of hope in their head thinks that he might still be alive, and they listen to his chest to see if he’s still breathing.

- His eyes flicker once at Illeka, his chest rises, then falls for the last time.

- Illeka cries.

- Then, still pretty wounded and tired, they collapse again

- The days following are living hell. Kala hasn’t been found, and their her parent’s [bodies]. The rumours are creeping as ever, at the coincidence of Illeka and this disaster. They spend nearly a weak in bed at home, recovering physically, thought probably not mentally.

- As soon as they’ve fully recovered, Illeka’s mind is set. They are going to leave, no more warrior/village protection for them. They’re going to travel far off, train and hone their skills in combat, and find and kill Kala.

- Their family is opposed to this at first, but in the end nothing they say changes Illeka’s mind.

- In a sense, there was another, unspoken reason Illeka was leaving the islands. They didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

- Hell, the rhetoric is even stronger down the line, concerning the fate of poor Mili. Illeka has given in and accepted it, they are cursed to cause pain to the people they care about. [It’s basically that trope of the character isn’t actually cursed but they believe they’re cursed] Illeka will stay away, and go it alone for as long as they can. Then once the deed is done, once they draw Kala’s corpse across the mud, they’ll probably fly off somewhere far to die, before anyone else gets hurt. It’s probably best for their family never to see them again.

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Wow you did it, you made it through the super angsty self-indulgent backstory congrats. Illeka is my lil baby and I love them and I’ve gonna send them on a revenge quest and then they were gonna have a cool character arc probably about learning to grieve and have self worth and all that and to actually allow themselves to show emotions for once in their lives. That’s the general plan I had in my head anyhow

But you know what my dm thought?

They were like how about mORE ANGSt

Fucking shit you not, session three of the campaign, I’m heading back to birb island because of circumstances, and I’m getting supplies from my blacksmith dad and showing off this sword that says “fuck” a lot that I got from a dungeon that took a selkie’s soul which they gave up willingly in exchange for fire hair...long story

but THEN I meet up with my bro Zekk and it’s like “wassup bro just passing through” but then I find out that Talako’s shrine thing was DESTORYED by some unknown entity and that’s very not good because spirituality and all that

and also I find Mili and they’re a cute lil toddler birb now aww it’s so great hope nothing happens to them because I sure do have enough emotional traume to burden right now. anyhow due to CIRCUMSTANCES our only lead to the thing that destroyed Talako’s shrine is 1) a delinquent named Chesio [that our party nicknamed cherrio because the GM misspelled it the first time i think] who apparently was Talako’s shitty cousin and his only living relative who could build his shrine and 2) the destruction of the shrine lines up with a period of time where Mili went missing but its ok she came back so her parents were like “chill we gucci”

Our party decides we should go down the Mili lead [because I accidentally knocked Cherrio i mean Chesio to near death with a crit roll with my halberd so they’re in the infirmary now but it’s really not my fault that they triggered my emotional trauma by mentioning how I keep running away from grief and never staying around to confront it it’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiine] so we stop by Zekk’s house and we’re like “hey so remember when you disappeared for like a week where did you go, and then mili was like “oh it’s in this cavern that no one knows about and I can’t really give you the directions but I can lead you there if you take me with you” in which I then glare at the GM for this obvious attempt to force us to take Mili with us to put her in danger and apparently I was the ONLY one who cared about this because everyone else in the party was ready to adopt this birb child, and Zekk was like “sure take the kiddy harness” so here I am, watching my niece run around in a kiddy harness that’s also attached to me, while my Chaotic neutral party someone gets grilled cheese sandwiches in the background

Badabing, badaboom, we come to some crystal caverns. while I, being one of the only members of the party with morals other than one chaotic good dragonborn, am watching the selkie, halfoot, and elf girl steal a bunch of crystals, Mili fucking DISAPPEARS the fucking KIDDY HARNESS fucking NOT GOOD she FCUKING SLIPPED OUT AND SHES GONE AND IM FREAKING OUT

after about an hour or two of searching through the deeper parts of the cavern and tunnel and also fighting a minotaur and discovering an abandoned arena and a cleric, long story. We find Mili fucking laying on A NECROMANCER’S RITUAL CIRCLE WHAT THE FU-

I pull a “I don’t hesitate bitch” on the hooded dude that’s hovering and chanting shit. He’s dead, it’s all swell. Saved the day, the evil’s dead. Mili’s fine she can go back to being a cute lil baby who loves shiny rocks and-

oh wAIT actually Mili is still transformed into a demonic monster and the necromancer dude was actually in the middle of completing a ritual to bring her back to life after he killed her a few times

So turns out, necromancer dead dude was hired by a mysterious someone, to steal something from Talako’s shrine, and to destroy any evidence. Turns out, his methodology for doing so was to kidnap some birb kid who had the misfortune of wander too close, killing them, turning them into some demonic monster that does their bidding, using that monster to steal and ruin some shit, and then when the day’s done he turns them back like nothing happened. Sure do wish he was alive to redo that last part

I’m freaking out, the party’s freaking out, that sword from earlier is cursing to high heaven for no apparent reason. Cleric unhelpfully remarks how it was a bad idea that we impulsively killed the evil dude bro, yes wow thank you for the help

Eventually everything’s fine. After a few round of shouting “NO ONE TOUCH MY FUCKING NIECE OR YOU DIE” after said demonic niece is kinda mindlessly attacking everyone, we eventually do some good ol blunt force trauma and a bit of magic and BOOM. Mili’s back. Although they do have permanent black ritual markings on them but its fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinee (its not)

We find a note on necromancer dude bro that his employer was from another island, so that’s a lead yay Find Out Next SessionTM but at this point I really don’t care as I’ve already started tying Mili to my chest and walking back to the village

I go back to Zekk’s house, hand off Mili, explain everything that happened, give a super heart feel apology about how I pretty much killed Mili (even though I really didn’t but also as we all know Illeka is an angsty birb who’s steadfast in the idea that their existence hurts everyone they love so yay <3) and then I leave as fast as I can before anyone can protest sure was nice visiting my family after i’ve been away for a few months sure am glad that my inner thoughts about staying away weren’t justified whatsoever hmmmmmm

A session or two passes. We try to assassinate and elf’s evil parents and fail, we get into a Fake Dating Being Someone’s Children Au with a dragon. The selkie keeps trying to date everyone, even thought they’re already married to a necromancer princess and a boat (long story) and inbetween we head to that island that note i got was talking about and turns out it was to a place where all your inner demons and anxieties manifest into reality and taunt you, until youre slowly broken down to the point where the evil dictator on the island can “magic” away your problems with puppet strings. fun for the whole family!

Anyways, after our party fights out evil neon-blue clones, I get a lead from dictator dude that the employer I’m looking for is a Rito that’s good with magic, and was last seen headed east, in the same direction we just came from. fun.a

So I’m kinda low on leads, other than the fact that theres a magic school in the east, but in between we have to deal with the fact that husboat (again, the boat that is married to the selkie who is also our entire party’s form of transportation across the ocean. wait a sec did I mention that we weren’t in Hyrule? We’re not in Hyrule, this is a flooded land with a bunch of islands. Think wind waker) was being chased by pirates. also these pirates were the ones that raised the selkie, and also they kinda also slaughtered an entire island of halffoots in their time with the pirates, and also that island was the one that the halffoot in our party grew up in. So basically that’s some cool tension and drama. Anyhow, back to moi

One talk about how “no we cannot kidnap aNOTHER priest” to the selkie and elf later... magic school! Magic school is pretentious and I hate it. Everythings glowy, they don’t allow you to fly over the gates. There’s puffy noble middle aged men and children in bedazzled cloaks. There’s magic in the air and I swear I would choke and die on the glitter and rainbows of it all.

Half the party is off getting into cloak fashion, I head off with my dragonborn friend Ness because highfive! We’re the only one’s with morals in this party! Morality pals! (This is saying something considering I am true neutral and she’s chaotic good but we might as well be clerics in this party...)

My morality pal and I and hanging around, then we catch word that there’s this transfer student that no one has seen in a while and “oh I wonder where she could be” and all that jazz from other students. Mortality pals are like “ok let’s go look for her” so we drag the rest of the party off of their larceny spree and look around.

Eventually, after I spot a tattered cloak roaming the halls that matches the description of the gossip, we find the transfer student.

TURNS OUT (unsurprisingly honestly given the way the dm framed stuff) this transfer student is someone I know. She’s standing there, in the middle of the room, preparing to do some ritual or something. She’s standing there, my life purpose, my one and only goal, literally the only reason I’m still going in life, my arch nemesis, my target, my mortal fucking enemy. It’s Kala.

Ness sees a demon dog in the background and says hi, ruining our element of surprise, but to be fair, she doesn’t know it’s Kala.

Kala whips around from her table thing. We make eye contact. Her face suddenly shift from confusion to surprise to bewilderment to shock to happiness.

Happiness.

“Illeka I thought you were dead!” Kala runs towards me, but I’m too shocked to move.

She’s smiling. It’s not sadistic, it’s not...harmful, it’s just genuine joy. For a moment I thought I saw a tear in her eye.

Kala hugs me for a long moment, before letting go. “So how did you survive?”

...

In my head I’m thinking, “oh you fuck face”

THE. AUDACITY. OF. THIS. BITCH.

“HOWD I SURVIVE” UH NO THANKS TO YOU FOR ALMOST KILLING ME FOR YOUR STUPID RITUAL WHATEVER THAT KILLED TALAKO WTFFF

ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO PULL THE SAME TRICK AGAIN??? GONNA PRETEND TO BE ALL SENTIMENTAL AND NICE JUST TO TRY AND KILL ME LATER ON? HA OK OK

how about instead, I do the one good thing, the one worthwhile thing I can do in my entire life...just one simple course of action that might hope to make up for the mountain of regret that is my entire existence.

I am finally going to kill you.

Kala’s staring at me, eyes curious, head tilted as if all she ever did was ask what I had for brunch.

I blink once, and my neutral expression, faintly coated with shock morphs into determination.

I roll for initiative.

- - - - - -

It’s 1am.

So have a cliffhanger, kinda.

If anyone bothers to read this far, congrats! Your reward is me being lazy. I’ll tell you what happened sometime tomorrow if anyone really wants to know :P Long story short, it doesn’t end how I, and therefore probably you, would except.

#haha brain go- shamelessly talk about Illeka for 3 thousand words #i actually dont know the word count i didnt check i think it's 4k??#the thing i copy pasted is like 2k and the campaign stuff i added is....idk #not botw kinda #rito oc #kinda #dnd #kip talks for too long #i'd write this better but its 1am #good luck if you can actually read this

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