#kind and gentle like her father but unafraid and strong like her mother

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THINKING ABT THE EVIL QUEEN AND THE GOOD KING ….. did they ever love each other … did they meet at ever after high … did they know they were destined for each other but didn’t talk abt it. to each other or anyone else. did they spend the first few years of their marriage in a mostly-empty castle speaking little to no words to each other. and when raven was born, did it change things? did they both love her enough that they sort of came to love each other, too? with neither of them really wanting to? the evil queen still thinks the good king is weak and cowardly. but he makes raven laugh. the good king still thinks the evil queen is vicious and cruel, but she protects raven like no one else. the world hates their little family—if it can even be called that— and for one tiny kid, truly too small to know her destiny, all they have is each other. when the good king tells raven she can’t touch the mirror and let her mother escape, was it a warning out of fear, or a warning from someone who’s come close to it ? the good king thinks, raven will be of age soon. do you want to watch her burn the world down? or will you save her from the rubble? and he knows the answer. he does. but he wishes it wasn’t so.

#IDKK IDK HOW DO U RAISE A KID TGT AND NOT FORM SOME SORT OF CONNECTION #eah #ever after high #raven queen #anyway shes everything to me… the best of her parents and we dont give her enough credit for it ! #kind and gentle like her father but unafraid and strong like her mother #and like no wonder yknow bc they rlly do love her. theyre very different people and have different ideas for what raven cld be #but they love her still

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Explanation 3(Analysis): Hana (Wolf Children)

Sonic: Hana... she kinda reminds me of Elise. Elise is very kind-hearted, sweet, loving, and genuinely cares about her country and its citizens. But the difference was the loss of her parents left Elise with much grief and sorrow, but she always tried to stay strong due to her father's words. When Iblis was later sealed inside her, Elise forced herself to never cry, as her tears would free Iblis from within her. This trapped her in a perpetual state of fake optimism where she would try to make light of her fate, but in reality, she always carried sadness that she could never let go of, leaving her trapped in her own feelings.

Punch: You still worry that Hana will trap herself in a perpetual state of fake optimism where she would try to make light of her fate, but in reality, she always carried sadness that she could never let go of, leaving her trapped in her feelings. Am I right?

Sonic: Yeah. Even I know she's not.

Punch: As for me, she reminds me of my mother.

Sonic: Your mother?

Punch: Even though she's not really my mother but she will always be my best mother. She is a very optimistic and upbeat young woman who has gone through her fair share of hardships. She is shown to be incredibly brave and has strong determination. She accepted me when some humans would be freaked out and ran. She is shown to be very persevering and selfless, always putting her children's rights before hers. She rarely raises her voice towards her kids unlike people in Asia She loves her children and does what she can to help provide for them.

Sonic: ”Her children”.....She also cared about her country and her citizens too.

Punch: My mother never traps herself in sadness. She said to me with a smile, she was already happy because she had me.

Jaq: Cinderelly too. Yet, through it all, Cinderelly remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday, her dreams of happiness would come true.

Sonic: I did meet a mother like Vanilla. But I never know about other mothers like Hana.

Punch: Believe me, a mother like Hana was hard to find in this world. A mother who can keep her smile and never hide her sadness and pain no matter how the world did to her suffering.

Jaq: Wow....Hana really a great mother indeed.

Punch: Cinderella was kinda different. She's happy but didn't smile when sad. She's really sad but...hard to explain...I never met her before, but Jaq, she was really kind and strong, right?

Jaq: Yeah! She's the princess also witty and sarcastic. She is also unafraid to stand up for herself when she feels she's in the right - or at least attempt to do so, especially seen when she stands up for herself as being able to go to the ball!

Sonic: I never had a real mother before...but I did have one. I just hope they still arrive. If it was not because of me...

Punch: Sonic?

Sonic: You really did have the best mother, Punch. Don't forget the memories that we live of love mother before it's too late to remember or regret. I am one that already too late. You know. This is the first topic that makes me jealous Punch even though I had everything.

Punch: If you are jealous of me, why are you so proud smiling? You're weird.

Source Character:(She did appear first introduced in this link)

Source: sliceofasianlife/wolf-children-short-review/

“I was given this name in the hope that I’d grow up to be someone whose smile never went out. He told me to keep smiling through tough or painful times, even if I had to force myself to do it, because I’d probably be able to get through them if I did.” – Hana

Hana is our main protagonist in the Wolf Children story. After falling in love with a wolf man from her college class, she has two wolf children named Ame and Yuki. When tragedy strikes and her significant other is killed when finding food for his children, Hana has to raise the children all by herself.

As a mother, Hana can be seen as really patient and tolerable of her children’s mishaps (mainly Yuki’s) and deals with a lot of stress raising the human-wolves. She is forced to move away from the city to the countryside and with the help of others who live nearby, grows food for her family. Hana is a strong willed mother and always has a smile on her face, no matter what. Although she isn’t the perfect parent, Hana turns her daughter into a wonderful young adult and allows Ame to follow his path to becoming a part of the mountains as a strong wolf.

In Tsofph Season 8(Story of Daily Life)

Source Picture: Manga epilogue of the Wolf children(おおかみこどもの雨) manga.

Hana meets a student who is a werewolf. They fall in love & Hana gives birth to two children named Ame (Rain) & Yuki (Snow). But one day the wolf man died. Hana is insanely devoted to her children and will do anything to keep them safe. Without the wolf man, Hana is left to raise her two children alone, but she never complains and she never shows any resentment towards her kids. Even though she has no idea how to raise half-wolf children, she tries her best to support them. Ame left home to live in the forest as a wolf at the ripe old age of ten. Yuki leaves her house to move into a high school dormitory. Hana remains at the same house and every now and then. One day Hana meets Velvet on her way. She didn't know that Velvet came from another dimension. Hana introduces Velvet's family to stay with her and she teaches her about the culture of this country and human culture. Hana never felt alone or sad. She was happy and at peace. After Sonic met Punch, he takes Punch's friend to introduce the place where he lives and that's the first time Punch meet Hana. From Punch's view, Hana is very much like her mother which makes it even strange that Hana is never afraid or abandoned non-humans. "Even if non-human, it's not that it shouldn't be accepted. I see that every living thing should have value." said by Hana. Be it an animal or a beast like a wolf. She also saw that it had a soul and was not something that should be divided or separated. And that's the reason she never abandon the wolf man and gladded to fall in love and lived with him even knew the truth. Hana tells her story of life and never forgets her children and how's amazing they are. Hana is a person who is content with what she already has, living life to the fullest in which she can be happy. She is not like other human beings who are sad because of pain. She is happy even though she has been through a lot but she is still happy and still living life to the fullest that was born. If her children are happy, she is happy enough. She doesn't need someone to be by her side. Just seeing the people around her happy, nature happy, or her children live happily, chose the way they are happy with the life they choose to walk.(Like Ame and Yuki) She is happy enough. She isn't a person who needs compensation or what she wants. She's already happy from the beginning without hurt and sadness, even if she loses something important in her life that causes pain. Really, it's not just the mother who has a habit like this. In fact, other people in this world are at peace and satisfied with what they actually have. This world is quite scary, there is quite a lot of pain, but they can find happiness for themselves and live life to be happy. The word "enough to have enough to eat" is also difficult to explain. In Tsofph Season 8, Hana will meet both Ame and Yuki again, and she will go adventure with Sonic and Punch. She and Deroea will help each other and unite the world together(again) with their friends Ant and Dec.

Source Picture: Wolf children(おおかみこどもの雨) manga.

#sakuraswordly #analyze the characters #character analysis #wolf children #wolf children ame and yuki #wolf children Hana #Tsofph Season 8(Story of Daily Life) #sonic art

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i’m giving up this life ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders

word count: 1996

request?: no

description: after his wife takes a bullet meant for him, tommy finds she was holding a secret from him, and that it is time for him to give up on the gangster lifestyle

pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence

masterlist (one, two)

Tommy closed his eyes as the shot rang out. For once, he was prepared for whatever was coming, and he even started to silently ask for forgiveness in his next life.

However, the end didn’t come. There wasn’t even any pain that would’ve indicated he was shot. When he opened his eyes, he found his wife laying on the ground at his feet instead, a pool of blood growing around her.

The man who had attempted to kill Tommy was frozen in shock as he watched the infamous gang leader fall to his knees. He took his wife into his arms, cradling her as he frantically tied to stop the blood coming from her wound.

"Come on, love,” he begged. “Wake up, stay with me.”

Her skin was ice cold. Tommy’s hands were stained red within seconds of touching her wound. He was panicking, his mind wasn’t working properly.

Anger started to course through his veins, and in one quick motion, he pulled his gun and shot the man until he was riddled with bullet wounds. He scooped (Y/N) up in his arms and quickly carried her out of the room.

“Tommy!” Arthur called as Tommy emerged from the building. “What happened?”

“I don’t know where she came from,” Tommy said, still in a partial daze of anger and worry. “One minute it’s just me and him, the next I find (Y/N) in front of me after...she’s bleeding so much.”

Arthur opened the door of his car. “Get in, I’ll get us to the hospital.”

~~~~~~

The wait was agonizingly long. Tommy had begged to be in the room with (Y/N) as they operated on her, but the doctor was firm in having him wait in the waiting room. The Peaky Blinders may have had most officials in Birmingham under their thumb, but the doctors still held a certain level of professionalism no matter who their patients were.

Polly came to be with him while Arthur and the boys went to deal with the body Tommy had left behind. She was watching him pace back and forth in front of her. “Tommy, pleas sit down. You’re making me dizzy.”

“How much longer till we hear something?” Tommy asked, ignoring his aunt. “They’ve been in there for so long.”

“It takes time, dear. They have to make sure she doesn’t have any complications and she’ll make a full recovery.”

“Why don’t they know yet?”

Polly sighed as Tommy finally sat next to her. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and struggled to light it. His hand was shaking so much the flame wouldn’t stay over the cigarette. She placed a more steady hand over Tommy’s and guided the light to the cigarette.

“She’ll be okay Tommy.”

Tommy was blinking back tears as he took a puff from his cigarette. “Why would she put herself in danger for me?”

Polly took Tommy’s hand in hers. “Love makes you do crazy things, and she loves you so much.”

Tommy didn’t say anything. Instead, he took another long puff off his cigarette.

(Y/N) was an angel; a kind woman with a heart of gold who was strong and unafraid of anyone or anything. Tommy could never understand what it was that made her fall in love with him, and he’d never understand how she could love him so much that she’d risk her life for him.

When the doctor emerged and called (Y/N)’s name, Tommy was standing within seconds. “Is she okay?”

“She will be after some rest,” the doctor told him. “She lost a lot of blood, but you got her here just in time. We managed to extract the bullet and stitch up her wound. They’ll both be just fine.”

“They?” Tommy asked.

“The baby.” Tommy’s eyes widened, which answered any questions the doctor had. “You didn’t know.”

Tommy was shocked into silence. He didn’t even know (Y/N) had suspected she was pregnant. If she had known. Maybe she didn’t, or else she would have told him, right?”

“Can he see her now?” Polly asked, coming to Tommy’s side.

“Of course,” the doctor responded. “Go on in, Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy’s feet moved before his mind caught up with him. He found (Y/N) in her hospital bed, her eyes closed and the color slowly returning to her face.

He was almost afraid to touch her as he pulled a chair up next to her bed. She looked so fragile, like even a slight touch would cause her to shatter into pieces. He gently brushed her hair from her face, allowing his hand to linger against her face for a moment longer.

“I’m not worth this, love,” he whispered. “I deserved that bullet, not you. It was meant for me. I should be the one in this hospital bed.”

His hand moved from her face to her stomach, gently touching the spot where his child was growing inside of her.

“I didn’t even know. I continued to put your life in danger because of what I am, and because of that we almost lost our baby.”

With no one around to see him, Tommy let the tears freely run down his face.

~~~~~~

(Y/N) was unconscious for a total of three days. Tommy did not leave her side for a single moment. Each of his family came to visit their sister-in-law, and to make sure Tommy was okay. Polly often brought food for him, knowing he wouldn’t eat otherwise.

The doctors continued to give (Y/N) a shot that was meant to help give the baby nutrients to grow while (Y/N) was unconscious. Every time someone came in to give her the shot, Tommy just wished she would finally open her eyes again, that she’d finally be okay to grow the child on her own.

Ada was the last to visit, bringing a small bouquet of flowers with her for (Y/N).

“How is she?” Ada asked, taking a seat in the chair next to Tommy.

“The doctors say she’s stable,” Tommy responded. “They say it’s only a matter of time until she wakes up.”

“She’ll wake up soon,” Ada assured him. “She’s a fighter, remember? A real Shelby.”

This managed to make Tommy chuckle slightly, the first time in days that he showed even the slightest positive emotion.

“I suppose Polly has told the family our surprise announcement,” he said, his eyes trailing back to (Y/N)’s stomach again.

“Only me,” Ada responded. “She figured you two would want to tell everyone when (Y/N) wakes up, but she also knew you’d need someone while she’s still out. Someone who doesn’t have a cock between their legs.”

Tommy smiled slightly again. Polly always knew what he needed, what they all needed. For the woman who never birthed them, she was truly their mother through and through.

“I’m terrified, Ada,” Tommy admitted. “Not of having the baby, but that what I do - who I am - is going to put that baby in danger. I’ve known for years I’m putting (Y/N) in danger, but she’s always insisted she doesn’t mind. It was her choice to be a part of this family and this life, but that baby didn’t get to choose. We’re forcing him into a life of danger, all because of me.”

Ada put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, but she didn’t try to dispute him. Of course he was right, they all knew he was. Every Shelby man knew the risks of bringing a child into the world of the Peaky Blinders, even Ada knew when she gave birth to Karl. But for Tommy it was so much worse. Tommy wasn’t just a Shelby man, or just a member of the Peaky Blinders. He was their leader. He was the one with a massive target on his back constantly. He was the one their rivals would look to first to find a way to gain leverage over him - meaning they would look to (Y/N) and their baby first.

“I’m giving up this life, Ada,” Tommy said, the words coming out just as he made the decision in his head. “All of it, I’m giving it all up. The minute (Y/N) wakes up and is okay to leave the hospital, I’m taking her to the Garrison where we’ll announce she’s pregnant, and then I’m announcing my leave. Arthur can take over for me. Then, I’m taking (Y/N) as far away from Birmingham as I possibly can. Somewhere fit to raise our baby together.”

Ada was smiling at her brother. “I think that’s a perfect idea, Tommy.”

“Do you really mean it?”

The Shelby siblings looked over to see (Y/N) looking over at them, her eyes still blinking in an attempt to adjust to the bright hospital lighting.

Tommy jumped up from his seat and took (Y/N)’s face in his hands, kissing her face repeatedly. She giggled as he did so, before moving her head so he would kiss her lips. Ada stood as well, smiling down at her sister-in-law. “I’m glad you’re awake, (Y/N).”

“I’m glad you’re the first two I got to see,” (Y/N) responded. “Are those for me?”

“Yeah, I brought them,” Ada responded. “An assortment of your favorites. I figured this drab room needed something to brighten it up.”

(Y/N) smiled weakly. “Thank you, Ada. I really appreciate it.”

Ada gave (Y/N) a gentle hug before leaving her alone with Tommy. His touch was still gentle as he took her hand in his. She was still cold, but he was beginning to feel a slight warmth in her fingertips. It was almost like she was coming back to life all at once.

“I’m sorry I jumped in front of that bullet, Tommy,” she said. “Arthur tried to stop me from running into the building, but I knew what you were going to do and I just...I couldn’t let you...”

She trailed off, but Tommy knew what she meant; I couldn’t let the father of my child die.

“You have nothing to apologize for, love,” Tommy said. “I’m sorry I put you in danger, not just that time but all the times before as well. It’s not fair of me to keep doing this to you.”

“It’s your job, Tommy, and your family. I knew that when I married you.”

“But our baby didn’t know that when we created him.”

(Y/N)’s hand trailed to her stomach, the same way Tommy’s often had when he thought about the baby. “Is he okay?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Tommy’s lips. “It is a boy?”

(Y/N) smiled back at him. “Oh, I don’t know, but I have a feeling. Your mum had three Shelby men before she had one girl, and Ada and John have only had boys so far. I figure it only makes sense that we’ll have one, too.”

Tommy brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

“Did you mean it, Tommy?” she asked again. “About giving up the Peaky Blinders?”

“I meant every word I said,” Tommy responded. “I almost lost you, (Y/N), and I’m not risking that again. I’m not risking losing our child, either. This life was not meant for families, and it’s best to get out before we bring a little one of our own into this world.”

(Y/N) was practically glowing at this news. While she supported Tommy with whatever decision he made, she’d be lying if she said the thought of bringing a child into his world hadn’t scared her. To hear him come to the decision to get out all on his own made her heart feel warm and made her feel happy.

“I love you so much, Tommy,” she said.

“I love you, too, (Y/N). Rest again, love. When you are cleared, we have a lot to tell the family.”

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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Baozhai's Crew

WARNING: MENTIONS OF MURDER, PROSTITUTION, AFFAIRS, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, EXPERIMENTATIONS, RACISM(?), SEXISM, UNFAIR TREATMENT, COLONIZATION, KIDNAPPING, & DEATH OF LOVED ONES

Viewer discretion advised.

(lol what did you except?)

Ex-Captain

Stede "Longbow" Bonnet

Personality: Kind, gentle, hot-tempered

Gender: Male

Age: 54 years old

Species: ???

Ethnicity: European

Looks: ???

Backstory: Before turning to a life of crime, Bonnet was a wealthy man that unfortunately went bankrupt after a storm ruined all crops and house. Seeing the successfulness of the pirating, he decided to become one too. Commissioning for a ship to be made. He then got himself a crew at a local tavern.

Bonnet was a terrifying looking man. No one knew what alien species he was. Yet, some would describe him looking like a horrific dinosaur with his sharp teeth on the outside. Nearly many pirates didn't want to interfer with him. Yet, he was a gentle giant. He never killed anyone during his piracy and instead chose to set the free after he raided all their Treasure. This earned him the nickname "the gentleman pirate". He swore to never kill anyone. That was until Baozhai joined his crew, where at times he wanted to strangle the woman to death. Bonnet would often butt heads with Baozhai because of her decision in murdering victims instead of letting them go. She didn't care for their lives and it was obvious that she enjoyed the brutality. Baozhai didn't like Bonnet because he was an ex-noble and thought he was only trying to get his precious comfortable life back. Bonnet wanted to get rid of Baozhai at times but couldn't because the crew loved her. She was charismatic, fierce, and determined when it came to pirating. Baozhai was everything that Bonnet wasn't. Unfortunately, his life came to an end when Baozhai killed him in a duel for the role of captain. He fought hard yet only managed to leave her with a mutilated face. Bonnet never wanted her to become Captain because he knew she would do horrible things.. and he was very, very right.

- Another nickname he earned was "long bow" because of how good of an archer he was.

- Bonnet may or may not be the same species of the future Captain Flint

Quartermaster

Ironbeard

Personality: unafraid, ambitious, revengeful

Gender: Male

Age: 43 years old

Species: Robot

Ethnicity: ???

Backstory: ???

Looks: ???

- Ironbeard was made to be apart of navy. They made him smart, calculated, tough, and have a bold attitude.

- The robot would be often mistreated at the navy as he was never really taken seriously and the others only saw him as a piece of equipment than a person. This made him have grudge against the navy for a very long time..

- Ironbeard joined her crew around the time Baozhai took over the role of captain. He saw an opportunity to leave behind his old life and to stick it to the navy for mistreating him.

- Ironbeard quickly rose up in the ranks from cabin boy to second mate because he proved to be much more qualified for the job than any of the other crewmates on board.

- A sort of friendship sparked between Ironbeard and Baozhai. She trusted him a lot. So much so that she even shared pieces of her life with him. Ironbeard is the only person that knows of Baozhai's past.

Gunners

Lilliana Solace & Lenny Solace

Personality: weird, quiet, secretly judging

Gender: Female. - Male

Age: 17 years old. - 17 years old

Species: Terran. Terran

Ethnicity: Swedish

Looks:

Backstory: At birth they were conjoined twins. A sister attached to her brothers side. It was a phenomena that twins of different genders could be conjoined. Scientists wanted to test and observe the children. So, her and brother were taken away from their parents in order to be experimented on. They were one of many conjoined twins that were experimented on. Yet, the only ones that survived. After years of studying the two, the doctors were finally able to tear them apart without killing one or both. It was a major success that they were able to split. Newspapers were printed out, congratulating the doctors on the success. After they were given back to their parents at the age of eleven years old. Although the twins acted abnormally strange... For days, they wouldn't speak to anyone else. Only to themselves. The twins refused to speak to their own parents. They'd have these cold, dead expressions on their faces as they whispered to each other. Their whispers were so quiet, no matter how close you got, you still wouldn't be able to hear them. Their parents grew worried and told the doctors about their behavior. Once again, they were taken back to be watched over. The twins strange behavior were observed. For a majority of the days, the twins would sit and watch the passing stars through the window they had. Lenny would point out a star as Lilliana whispered something to him. This was on repeat for several days until the doctors had enough and separate the two for a while. Even then when they were separated, the didn't answer any of the questions the doctors would ask.

"are you hungry?"

"tired?"

"are you okay?"

Nothing came out of their dry lips. That was until the final day came when they finally saw each other and the two began to speak in rhymes. It seems that the two being kept apart made a change their behavior. Perhaps keeping the two away from each other was the best thing to do... The doctors thought so. The twins, not so much. Hearing that the were to be kept apart, this time not for a short period, the made a decision then and there. The twins ran away and hopped onto the nearest ship. The ship happened to be Bonnet's ship. When finding the two children, huddled up in the corner of their supplies. After they explained their story through rhymes, Bonnet made them his cabin boys. If they didn't want to work, he'd "unfortunately" have to return them to their home planet. The two agreed to this even if they didn't really like it. For a year, they proved themselves to be capable of being pirates. They fought off enemies, stole tons of treasure, and freaked people out just by doing nothing. The twins weren't really liked or disliked amongst the crew because they were very weird and oddly quiet. Their strategy in working together by copying the act of the other like a reflection of a mirror, made them be respected amongst the crew members. Yet, the thing they were most impressive at were being gunners. After observing other pirates use the machines, they themselves began to practice using them when everyone else was asleep. The twins impressed some of the crewmates by taking out a rival pirate ship all on their own. The twins believed they were capable of handling the gunners. Bonnet didn't think so and still kept them as cabin boys. That was until Baozhai took over the role of captain and promoted the youngesters to gunners.

- Supposedly, the two can predict the future because the night before Bonnet died, the twins told him to swear an iron plate near his chest. Bonnet was obviously confused by this and ignored them... Baozhai ended up stabbing Bonnet in the heart, killing him.

First mate

Islay Lee

Personality: Aggressive, fierce, talks her own mind, and avoidant

Gender: Female

Age: 32 years old

Species: Heloderma

Ethnicity: Australian

Looks:

Backstory: Islay always lived aboard ships. From the day she was born to her very last breath. Her father was a boatswain and taught Islay all the things she'd know about the duties on a ship. Her mother was unknown and left Islay when she was a baby. Islay was very smart but never put that intelligence into school or an academy. She often got into a scuffle with other students because of her feisty behavior. Islay ended up dropping out of school at the age of ten years old. Her didn't seem to mind. As long as he had his daughter by his side, he'd be happy. When Islay turned seventeen years old, her father died from tuberculosis. She mourned his death heavily as he was her the only family. Her father's death never really left her mind. The thought of losing someone again, scared her. So, she tried to never open herself up to people. This made her very aggressive towards others, especially with those who tried flirting with her. She'd end up fighting anyone who tried to comfort her or sympathize with her. Islay didn't want to be sympathized with. She only wanted to be left alone.

Her old crew ended up kicking her out for always fighting with others. So, Islay looked around to find a new crew ship to join. This is when she came across Bonnet. He hired her on the spot for as he needed more people to join his crew. Islay never cared for Bonnet, she thought he was always too slow with his plans against merchant ships and when they were underattack, he had no idea what to do. She thought about taking over the role but never went through with it because she didn't think she was strong enough to lead. When a new member joined, Baozhai, Islay didn't like her either. Then after seeing Baozhai in action against merchant ships, Islay's dislike for her changed to tolerance. She saw the potential in her but thought she was too much of a lunatic that shouldn't even be near any in position of power...

Oh, would you look at that, Baozhai killed Bonnet and became captain. Islay continued to tolerate her but would sometimes argue with Baozhai over her decisions on planning.

- It's rumored she was in a relationship with Billy Bones and she ended the relationship after her father passed away.

Mechanic

Leonid Gorbachev

Personality: stoic, mysterious, unfriendly

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Species: Ursid

Ethnicity: Russian

Looks:

Backstory: ???

- Has an unknown backstory and wants to keep it that way.

- is a skilled mechanic that previously worked for a secret organization that ended up falling apart.

- Was the first crewmate Bonnet hired.

- Never really liked Bonnet because Leonid thought he was a weak man who didn't know what he was doing most of the time. Leonid wanted to take over the ship himself but feared the captain too much to do so.

- When Baozhai joined, he grew to like her because of her hatred for the Nobility. Leonid would often encourage her to take over the role of captain because she'd make a much better one than Bonnet. Truth be told, he wanted her to become Captain so that he could then kill her and have the role himself. He didn't go through with the plan after realizing how much treasure they were getting from Baozhai's strategic plans against the nobility.

- Fluently speaks Russian.

- Has a thick accent.

Crewmate

Fleance Bal

Personality: sarcastic, witty, ambitious, clever, and weak

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Species: Robot

Ethnicity: ???

Looks:

Backstory: Fleance was made for the single purpose to satisfy customers. As in satisfy, I mean sexually pleasure patrons that would come into brothels in exchange for payment. Fleance was one of many pleasure bots that would go on and be sold to the highest bidder. He was sold for about three-hundred gold coins. His purchaser owned a brothel. They wanted a new attraction to bring in more patrons to their brothel so they bought Fleance for that sole purpose. Pleasure bots were fairly new at the time. So, this would be a great way to bring in more money. Fleance never questioned it. As long as he made his owner happy, he never would. He was the main attraction at the brothel. Many patrons, woman or man wanted to go "for a test run" on Fleance. Fleance heavily enjoyed this attention. He liked being able to make others happy. Even if his sole purpose was to satisfy them. And only them. After years of working at the brothel, Fleance became very depressed. He grew tired of being used as a s*x toy. The thrills of pleasure made him bored. Alcohol and drug use only made him dependent on the substances for a very long time. Fleance was treated awfully at the brothel. It took him a while to notice when the other workers began to ridicule and mock him. Even his owner would treat him as such. Fleance only wanted to be treated like everyone else. Yet, he never got it in the end. That was until Bonnet walked into the brothel. The kind captain noticed Fleance crying in his private room. Never had Bonnet seen a man cry before. Yet, he felt incredibly touched by the robot after telling him his woes. Bonnet feeling sympathetic towards Fleance, gave him a way to leave his cruel life behind by joining his crew. Fleance eagerly agreed to the idea. There was one problem though... The owner of the brothel didn't want him to leave. They demanded a heavy payment if Fleance was to leave. Bonnet, threatened the owner of destroying his entire brothel if they didn't let Fleance go. The owner, terrified at this threat, finally let Fleance go.

Happy at his new freedom, Fleance dedicated to making Bonnet happy. Whether if that was through stealing treasure or rounding up more crewmates. Fleance went from crewmate to first mate in only a matter of months. Bonnet enjoyed the company of Fleance. As most of his crew members questioned his leadership, Fleance stood by his side. He always tried convincing the other crewmates that Bonnet was a great captain but they'd always dismiss him. When Baozhai aboarded the ship, Fleance could already tell she was going to be trouble. Yet, he never thought she'd kill Bonnet. Unfortunately, that was the case when she became captain. Fleance, extremely furious that she killed Bonnet, began to plan on killing Baozhai. He tried several methods like poisoning her or flat out killing her in her sleep. Unfortunately, his methods were often foiled by the quartermaster, Ironbeard. Ironbeard was not about to let Fleance murder the captain. Ironbeard would threaten him and beat him up if he even thought about it. Fleance huffed and said, "fine." It was amazing how he managed to stay apart of the crew despite him trying to kill Baozhai. Well, he still does on a few occasions try to kill her but they're always foiled by Ironbeard.

- Baozhai knows that Fleance tries to kill her but never threw him overboard because she thought his attempts were hilarious.

- Leonid gave him some upgrades with the addition of arm canons and being able to fly

Doctor

Octavia Oshima

Personality: regretful, intelligent, revengeful, compassionate, and hard-working

Gender: Female

Age: 35

Species: Cephalopid

Type: Archithan

Ethnicity: Japanese

Looks:

Backstory: Octavia is a sophisticated young woman who entered the field of medicine. She was inspired to become a doctor after her five-year-old brother died from measles. Octavia was determined to find a cure for the disease so that others wouldn't meet the same fate. She went to one of the best academies to study about medicine. Octavia struggled though as many of her peers would put her down for wanting to become a doctor. She was one of the only women in the classroom. The teachers never gave her any respect because of her species and gender. She'd be harassed while trying to get to class. No matter how hard they put her down, she was incredibly determined to become a doctor.

After years of jumping through hoops at the academy, Octavia finally graduated amongst her fellow classmates. She felt like the hard work finally paid off. She could finally work with others like herself in order to help others. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. Octavia had a hard time finding a job in her field. She was shoved aside for other doctors who they already had some connections with or those who weren't an Archithan. Having enough with this discrimination all her life, Octavia decided to work by herself if she wasn't going to be allowed to work with others. In her own spare time, Octavia tested, observed, and published her own findings. In one case she was able to find the reason why measles was caused. She worked hard to find a cure for the disease, the very same one that took her brothers life. It involved her getting it herself in order to test various cures, to see which one would work best. After months of dealing with the painful disease, she was finally able to find the cure. Octavia had her work published to the press for her amazing discovery. After the news spread like wildfire, those who had turned her away, began to finally take notice of her work. They allowed her to work alongside them... for a while. What they wanted was her work which they successful stole when she was away from home. They later went to the public, announcing they were the ones that had actually found the cure. They presented their evidence with the research Octavia worked so hard on. Octavia was framed as a fraud and a thief in the eyes of the public. When the news finally reached her, she tried hard to clear her name but the damage was already done. Octavia's reputation was ruined....

In retaliation, Octavia wanted to destroy the lives of those who had lied about her. That's when she came across a pirate named Baozhai in a tavern. Octavia had overheard Baozhai's conversation about wanting to burn down an opera house. An opera house many nobels liked to visit. After observing her for a while, Octavia came up with a plan for her revenge. She'd join Baozhai, convince her the ones that ruined her reputation were nobels, and watch them get what they deserve. And that's exactly what she did. Yet, Octavia hadn't realized the damage she would cause. Not knowing of Baozhai's brutality, she murdered the liars in the worst ways possible. Their mangled corpses were ingrained Octavia's mind as she realized what she had done. Yet, there was no turning back now. Octavia became a wanted pirate amongst the other crewmates and Baozhai. This was her life now, a life she despised.

- Octavia would often drink to forget her mistakes. This later made her become an alcoholic.

Cook

Cletus Callaway

Personality: might be a sociopath, humorous, teasing, and hard-working,

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Species: Terran

Ethnicity: European

Looks:

Backstory: Cletus grew up on Terra to a loving southern family. He never cared to going to school, so he decided to work on his family's farm to make a living. In his late teens, he met Georgia Maine. A beautiful young woman who easily wooed the young lad. It didn't take long for the two to end up in a relationship. Georgia never truly loved Cletus as she was only after his family's land. She'd have a multitude of affairs behind his back for their entire relationship. In their early twenties, the two finally got married. Cletus decided to sell his family's land at the persistence of his wife. He went off to work at a factory who is something he deeply hated. Yet, did it for his wife. Cletus was unaware of her having affairs behind his back. One day when Cletus came home earlier than usual, he came into his and his wife's room only to see his wife and her affair partner in their beds. After catching them in his bed, he proceeded to murder them both with an axe nearby. He turned himself in after committing the crime. Cletus didn't feel any guilt for what he did. So, his reasoning for turning himself in is still unknown. For a short while he was put inside an asylum before he'd sentenced to execution for his misdeeds. Although a certain asylum uprising happened, causing the patients to revolt against the doctors and the nurses. All of this was led by Baozhai who started the uprising in order to escape. She wasn't the only one to escape as Cletus and a few other patients did as well. He didn't really know what to do after he escaped. Cletus knew he'd be wanted on Terra. He left the planet before the police found out that he escaped as well. Cletus was able to leave be joining up with Bonnet's crew. Bonnet needed a cook so hired Cletus after Cletus proved he was qualified for the position. He proved it by making a rather tasty soup with very few ingredients. After traveling around a bit, Cletus immediately recognized Baozhai when she first aboarded the ship as the same person who started the asylum uprising. He quickly became close to her because he liked her ambition and psychopathic personality. Cletus saw her as a natural born leader and advised her to become the new captain.

- Cletus has a southern accent.

- It's unknown whether or not he has a mental illness.

Boatswain

Noëmie Von Marietta

Personality: Timid, polite, easily scared, talented, and organized

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Species: Canid

Ethnicity: French

Looks:

Backstory: Noëmie was one of thirteen children to Jean and Charlotte Von Marietta. The family lived a comfortable life with her father Jean being apart of the Senate on their home planet. Jean was a respectable and likeable man. He'd often put others before himself and would seek to improve the life of the people. At his time in the Senate, he wanted to put an end to the monarchy of the eitherium in order for an established government to be made. A majority of people agreed with him, even young Noëmie and a few of her family members. While her husband was away dealing with political matters, Charlotte ran an Inn with her children helping alongside her. Noëmie and her five older siblings would be waiters/waitresses and cooks. At the same time, Noëmie would go to a girls only private school along with her sisters. At school a passion for music grew in Noëmie. She'd often practice playing several instruments like piano, harp, and flute. Noëmie would even practice singing as well. She became a very skilled singer that she'd be apart of several theater shows just for others to hear her sing. Her siblings never had to pay to go to the shows though. Because they could just press their heads against her bedroom door to hear her sing. She became just as likeable as her father because of her musical talents and kindness. Jean tried convincing Noëmie to get a career in law because he wanted her to join him in the Senate. Noëmie decided against it. as much as she agreed with her father's views, she never actually wanted to be in the senate. Instead, she already made her choice in becoming apart of the musical arts. Her father was saddened but respected her choices. Later on, his two older sons would join him. At the age of eighteen years old, Noëmie became very beautiful. Many men would often ask for her hand in marriage. She'd always say no because she became overwhelmed at the many proposals. Her life truly changed when a young nobleman by the name of Jacque Levi, constantly persued her. No matter how many times Noëmie said no, Jacque continued to ask her. Noëmie didn't like Jacque because he'd often make fun of her father, his beliefs, and he'd never leave Noëmie alone. Jean having enough of Jacque's bullshit, wrote him a letter to knock it off or he'd challenge him to a gun duel. The two men never really liked each other as Jacque supported the continuation of the monarchy while Jean didn't. It didn't help that Jacque would make unflattering remarks of Jean whenever he was around. When Jacque received the letter, he decided he did want to duel Jean..

At the break of dawn near a channel, the two men prepared for the gun duel. Most people believed Jean would win because he was an experienced soldier. When they turned their backs and stepped ten steps forward. They turned and a shoot was fired... Shockingly, Jean was the one bleeding to death. He was quickly taken to the hospital but it had already been too late. He passed away before the doctors could help him. His family mourned his death. Yet, the one who mourned the most was Noëmie. She felt guilty because she felt as though it was her fault for his death. Noëmie would spend days locked away in her room, crying. Her two older brothers, angered that Jacque killed their father, challenged Jacque on separate occasions. Sadly, the first older brother met the same fate as his father. The second brother had to have his eye replaced with that of a cyborg one. Jacque became heavily disliked on their home planet. Yet, the people could do nothing as Jacque had connections with the royals. Seeing this as a win, Jacque tried asking Noëmie again for her hand I. Marriage. When no one was home, Noëmie let him inside in order to "discuss" the proposal. Instead of having a civil discussion, what happened was Noëmie bashing Jacque's head in with a piece of fine china. After the adrenaline of anger washed over her, Noëmie was shocked she killed someone. Her mother and her two older sisters walked into house, seeing Noëmie in a frozen state with a dead body nearby. Not wanting her daughter to go to jail or be sentenced to death, Charlotte and her other older sons threw the dead body over a cliff. They managed to hide the evidence and made it seem like an accident. It seemed like all was well but Noëmie's paranoia caused her to spill the beans. Now everyone knew what truly happened to Jacque. The royals, angered at this, wanted Noëmie to be hung. Once again, not wanting her daughter to be killed, Charlotte paid a man called Cletus Callaway to have Noëmie board the ship he was on and take her far, far away. Cletus, happily bribed, agreed and snuck Noëmie on board. It didn't take long before Baozhai found out that there was an unwanted person on her ship. Just as Baozhai was to brutally murdered Noëmie, Noëmie fell to her knees and recounted her sorrow tale to the brutal captain. Instead of feeling sympathy, Baozhai was impressed at what she had done. Baozhai decided to allow Noëmie to be on board the ship as long as she worked and participated in their pirating.

- Noëmie would write letters to her family about her well-being and the adventures she had.

- Noëmie tries to be a good pirate but would often be frightened at killing someone. Baozhai encouraged her to do so by reminding her of their deal.

Cabin boy

Archie Mulligan

Personality: cocky, mischievous, greedy, trickster, unhonest

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Species: Ailurus

Ethnicity: ???

Looks:

[POV: He sees your wallet]

Backstory: Archie was put in an orphanage on Terra when his home planet was invaded and taken over by another alien race. He was only three years old when he lost his family to the invaders. Ships were able to take people off the planet while the invasion was going on. Yet, space was very limited on board. His family couldn't board because there was barely any room left. That they could only got one more person. So, his mother put him on board in order to give him a life that she never could. Archie was one of few people to have been extremely lucky to escape the planet when they could. The rest that were left behind were either slaughtered or kept as slaves. At the orphanage, Archie was adopted by Susan Mulligan, the woman who ran the orphanage. She adored his cuteness and decided to make the boy her son. Susan loved him so much that she spoiled Archie rotten.

She gave him whatever he wanted. New clothing, sweets, and toys. ANYTHING. Because of her spoiling him, Archie became a "bit" of a brat. He'd throw a tantrum if he didn't get what he wanted. Archie would steal other children's things. Especially at the orphanage. He'd often be protected by his mother by pleading innocence. His mother would often believe him and punish the other children who tattled on him. This made the orphans hate Archie and refuse to interact with him. Archie never really had any friends growing up. At the age of thirteen years old, Archie began to steal more than just toys and treats but money as well from unsuspecting adults. The lad had sneaky fingers and would steal jewelry and precious items from anyone and everyone. After becoming skilled at stealing from others, he began to do it so often, he never really had a use for any of the items he stole. He only stole just for the sake of stealing. Unfortunately karma would hit him in the face, when Susan went to clean Archie's room, she noticed all the things he had stolen. From jewelry to bags of gold coins and even her own belongings, Susan became enraged. So enraged, she kicked out the thirteen year old.

Now that he was homeless, Archie relied on his thievery. He wasn't as successful like the last times as people would chase him off for trying to steal from them. Yet, he continued to try because he didn't know how to get a job. Although when he managed to steal something, it was quickly stolen by someone bigger than him. Archie's consequences finally dawned on him when he had to sleep outside in the cold. It led to him crying because of how miserable and tired he was. Although, Archie was able to get scraps of food by people who pitied the boy. After a year of being homeless, Archie tried to steal once again from someone at a tavern. Except, he was stealing from the wrong person. That person being Baozhai. Baozhai noticed her bag of money being pulled out from her pocket by the little red panda. She immediately grabbed Archie by the back of his neck and held him up. Baozhai mocked the boy for trying to steal from her. She took out her dagger and threatened to cut off his hands for being a petty thief. Archie begged her not to do it. Begging he would do anything to stop her from hurting him. Intrigued by this offer, Baozhai agreed to this. She ended up taking aka kidnapped Archie aboard her ship. Baozhai made him a cabin boy and he wasn't allowed to leave unless her say so. Archie hated Baozhai for having him work. He never worked a day in his life! How was he supposed to figure out what he was doing? Baozhai simply told him to figure it out. It took him a while to learn what he had to do but finally got the hang of it. For a while Archie hated being on the ship but realized all the good things about being on a pirate ship. He got to witness action, he actually had a place to sleep, and got a meal once in a while. Archie began to enjoy to live on the pirate ship even if it came with lots of work. He learned to not be a spoiled brat from his experience of being homeless. At fifteen years old, Baozhai began to let him take part of the pirating. Which allowed him to get a share of the riches. Baozhai decided to use Archie for other things as well... Because he was small, fast, and sneaky, she used him to pull pranks against her enemies and steal plans. Archie, went from hating Baozhai to viewing her as a mother figure.

- Octavia would often take Archie somewhere else on the part of the ship when Baozhai was torturing someone to death. Archie knew what was happening by simply hearing the screams. He gladly never actually full on witnessed Baozhai doing these horrible acts.

(Also I would love to thank @aalbliii for letting me use her creation of the Cephalopid and ideas for Octavia!!❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thanks bud! I REALLY, REALLY appreciate it🥺🥺🥺😍😍😍 (つ ◜‿◝ )つ❤️)

#THIS TOOK ME FOREVER 😭😭 #it was painful at times but at least i finished it 😄😄 #i hope y'all like it! #oc insert #treasure planet

[albrich]

@fluminas : [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare —— nonverbal ( accepting )

        THE RAGNVINDR MANOR IS SO VERY MASSIVE ——— wide halls and sprawling rooms and empty spaces which live and breathe with the existences of all those who had resided in these halls long before they had ever stepped foot here, carried by crepus and set down in the entrance, swathed in blankets and trembling. the space hadn’t daunted him even then ( expansive caverns and the stone sky overhead, shot through with gently glowing LEY LINES, an infinite—noninfinite space, THE REMNANTS OF WHAT WAS ONCE THE PALACE, ruined and shambling and still yet large ——— these were the places that he had known ) but the lack of echo had. kaeya had wandered these halls nearly every night in the first several months of living there, trying to discover ever last one of its secrets, every last one of the ragnvindr’s secrets / often alone, sometimes accompanied, and while he had BALKED at the idea of company they had known, even then, that this was diluc’s kindness, crepus’s warmth. jean’s support and barbara’s love.

        he cannot sleep. couldn’t sleep. memories plague him in his sleeping hours / waking hours are more distracted / distractible ——— pleading and singing and PRAYER FOLLOWS HIM THERE and he had awoken to the sound of crashing thunder, flashing lightning. storms disturb him but he is ELEVEN and such juvenile things should be well beyond him, now, too old to be afraid of storms to be afraid of the sky to be afraid of the light itself. he walks, wanders, treads these now familiar halls, this well known path. the residential rooms the office halls the ballroom the library the guest wing ———

        and here : THEY HEAR SOMETHING. a quiet noise, nearly hidden by the roiling thunder / and he turns at once, heart carrying him instinctively, inherently. down this hall and to the left / down that hall and further, further, further : to nearly the end of it. to stand before a door that he’s long since come to think of as BARBARA’S DOOR for all that she ( and jean ) do not truly live here, but they as well as do, don’t they?

        always when a storm is coming. always when bad weather arrives, jean accepts a long standing invitation for dinner. always, without fail.

        kaeya always LOOKS AT HER as she does it and she always looks back, defiant / apologetic / fearless / fearful / unafraid / so very afraid because she’s nothing more than a GIRL and doesn’t that make her so immensely strong, after all? their gazes hold before she inevitably looks away first and kaeya turns to find diluc watching him and he, BRAVE OLDER BROTHER ( not my brother not my brother but he is my brother and i love him so i love him so is that a betrayal too, bố? ) always smiles and suggests that they should PLAY A GAME before dinner.

        we will keep these terrible secrets. we will carry them to the grave.

        they raise their hand to knock before thinking better of it : instead he simply OPENS THE DOOR. it swings open noiselessly, never would there be a squeaky door in this manor, after all, and he slips into the room / A SHADOW IN THE DARK. he sees her perfectly / it blurs for a moment as lightning flashes and bright light threatens to blind him but he knows this room as they know their own. he finds himself beside her bed simply enough and when he crouches he finds barbara’s face scrunched, hands fisted into the sheets, fearful.

       ❝ babette, ❞ he calls, a musical lilt to their voice, placing his hands upon the bed but not daring to touch her / not daring to shake her awake. instead he hums as she begins to stir, brows furrowing even more as she shifts and twists and turns in the sheets, breathing too fast, and he calls to her again. ❝ babette. ❞

        when she opens her eyes it’s slow and lethargic and terrified, as though she’s forgotten WHERE SHE IS THAT SHE’S SAFE THAT NOTHING COULD TOUCH HER HERE KAEYA WOULD NEVER ALLOW ANYTHING TO HURT HER HERE ( never mind that crepus would certainly never allow it ) and there is a haziness in her eyes before she looks at them and, suddenly, she’s entirely awake. ❝ kaeya? ❞ her little hands grip the sheets harder and for a moment it looks like she wants to cry, her eyes wet and wide and shining in the darkness. lost at sea. lost to darkness / as he’s lost to light. can they reach across? dare he try?

        WHAT WERE YOU DREAMING OF ——— he wants to ask / wants to know. her father? her mother? one of many things one of dozens of things? but barbara is so young, still five and soon to be SIX, and he still remembers her crying into his chest, tiny hands clinging to him, VATI HIT HER YESTERDAY BUT IT WAS MY FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT. oh, little sister : it could never be your fault that your father is scum of the earth. should they tell her that? should they reassure? should they comfort? should they wipe her tears?

       ❝ i’m thirsty, ❞ kaeya’s lower lip juts out into a moue as they rest their chin atop their folded hands on the bed and look at her pleadingly. ❝ but i can’t drink masala chai without my favorite person to drink it with, so you must come down with me to the kitchens right now. ❞

        little white lies. after all, this is hardly the largest lie they’ve ever told her.

        barbara blinks once, twice, thrice, before a small smile starts to steal over her mouth, something pleased chasing away fear / the dregs of her nightmare. “okay,” she says in such a quiet, sleep heavy voice as she twists beneath the sheets and he straightens and stands as she swings her feet over the edge of the bed. HE OFFERS HER HIS HAND as she scoots her way forward ( these beds really are humorously large for a fully grown person, let alone children ) and she offers him a wider smile, still watery around the edges, as she slips her small hand into his and he pulls her gently to her feet.

       ❝ i appreciate your sacrifice, ❞ they hold her hand loosely, so she can pull away if she wishes / but she simply squeezes his hand as they slip out into the hall, the manor quiet as a grave. he squeezes her warm, gentle hand in return / their arms swinging ever so slightly.

       ❝ sacrifice? ❞

       ❝ well, everyone needs their beauty sleep, after all. ❞

        hold on tight ——— i’ll try to carry us to shore, to the place in between, where the light meets the dark / and you can say goodbye. i promise.

#fluminas #❄ —— ice : refracting light ( in char ) #i'm just... :pleading:

[jaflynnauthor]

Darak the Minotaur: Smoke and Flame - Preview

CHAPTER 1

The blade of the ax hit the thick bark of one of the various tall trees in the woods. The tree tumbled with a deep thud which radiated across the forest.

Bending his knees, Darak the minotaur lifts the large trunk with two arms with a gentle grunt, over one broad shoulder. This was all in a day’s work for the mighty creature, who stomped through the woods gathering supplies. Food, water, trees for building fires. Up keeping his cabin wasn’t easy work, it was tedious and caused soreness.

Blue skies and golden rays of sun surrounded the beast as he thumped through the land, dirt kicked up with his every massive step. This was the final tree he would bring back to his home.

His brown fur dripped with beads of sweat. His massive bull head turning left and right.  The horns which sat on his head were thick and white, and sharp enough to pierce and slice enemies as a last resort if his hands were somehow bound.

His smooth light brown snout huge, with two large nostrils which moved with every heaving breath. The smell of pine and crisp air put the beast at ease.

As Darak heaves the large trunks back to his cabin, his large, hoofed feet stay undamaged from the various tiny rocks and thorns which littered the woods.

The weather this month was warm, so warm in fact that Darak only walked about in a homemade loincloth, his father and mother had taught him how to sew, how to cut bear skins to make heavy garb. How to use every part of every animal to increase survival. Until the day they died of old age, they guided their son proudly through the woods, teaching him how to survive and to ignore humans as much as possible. The minotaur was now in his young adult years, in his prime for strength and agility.

He hadn’t visited many towns in his life, he hadn’t had much experience with how humans ran their world-but soon that would change. Time and life events can either be kind or cruel, and in Darak’s case, both would collide and change his life forever.

Chopping wood in front of the large cabin, Darak would take time in between chops to admire the birds and squirrels which danced around his home, unafraid of the creature. Leery yes, but animals didn’t hate the minotaur. While these anthropomorphic bulls were uncommon, most just lived their own lives, and went to bed with anyone who would have them.

Darak was 7ft tall, brown furry arms thick as cow hide and muscles that would make a Greek warrior jealous, but he wasn’t a fighter unless provoked. He was a minotaur farmer. Soon to be an accidental warrior.

Once branches were cut and ready to warm his home, Darak stepped into his one-story house.

The cabin held a fireplace in one corner, a large wooden chair sat a few feet from said fireplace. Windows were made of strong glass which casted sunlight throughout the wooden building. To the left of the fireplace, lied a dining room table with mugs and a jug of water collected from a nearby river. He had a Woodcutter’s ax for chores, he had clothes piled in a corner. It was all Darak needed. It was all he wanted.

 Nighttime fell, stars covered the sky, crickets chirped in the distance.

Darak sat in his chair, watching the fireplace. The orange and red sparks calmed him, his brown, furred body no longer tense. This relaxed state was common for him, he was so tired from the day’s work that nighttime was almost a blessing. The cabin was so warm, now he wore no loincloth, meaning he was nude, sitting in a position that frankly would be inappropriate in any other setting. Nudity didn’t bother the creature, it was natural. He didn’t think twice about it, clothing was only needed for protection-and protection was in spades in the cabin.

Getting up from his chair, he stretched with a deep groan, his arms, and legs sore.

He poured himself a mug of water and drank noisily. Splashes hit the floor of the cabin, but Darak paid no attention to it. As he gulped his second mug, his ear flicked to the sound of a twig breaking in the distance-and the sound of human voices.  

Four muscular men each held swords and torches, and one 7ft tall, green orc held a large, two-handed golden ax. Each of the soldiers had armor which was heavy. There boots also coded with metal. The four humans and one orc were prepared for battle.

This was a moment they all waited for.

The orc spoke in a gravely, deep voice. His armor black. He led the four men through Sitka woods. “We strike two at a time. Remember, we cannot kill the minotaur. The queen wants him alive.”

“I can’t believe we have to listen to you, Martin. An orc no less.” One of the men piped up, he stood right beside the orc. He was hired as second in command.

“Shut up.” Martin spat, his teeth sharp, his eyes black. His greasy hair long and tied into a ponytail. His muscles nearly as well build as Darak. “We’ll never get our coin if we alert the beast now, idiot.”

“Suck my cock.” Whispered the bully. Martin slapped the soldier before continuing with the plan-the plan that would ruin Darak’s life.

The minotaur meanwhile had tied a leather kilt to his waist, studded with gold. He rarely wore it but had it in case an intrusion would happen. No one could be too careful in these brutal times.

Darak never wanted to be a soldier of war like most males. Tonight however-the mighty creature would be tested.        

Chapter 2

 The glass window was shattered, Darak nearly jumped out of his fur as a burning torch lied on the ground-and the flame erupted. Coating half the cabin in black smoke and fire.

Quickly filling a bucket of cold water from the kitchen, he threw the liquid onto the flame, but it did no good. Perhaps the torch was coated in some sort of black magic, Darak nearly cried as he watched the walls of the cabin slowly succumb to the flame.

He had no choice but to escape the home, the only home he had. Looking at the heavy wooden door, he snorted in anger and charged-with a mighty blow he knocked the door down and stumbled into the dirt below.

His burning cabin close by, the flames only grew larger.

As the minotaur stood at full height, the sound of arrows flew, hitting his tough flesh. The arrows didn’t do much but cause a mild stinging-but he knew he couldn’t stand the pain forever. Darak now knew his cabin wasn’t burned by some freak accident, but by hunters.

From the dark woods, four soldiers stepped closer to the beast as he frantically searched for the source of the attack-arrows continued hitting him, blood dripped from his chest and onto his large legs.

“We’ve got him!” Shouted one of the men. “Keep firing your arrows!”

Frowning, Darak gripped a large tree branch from the ground, using both hands he swung the weapon-hitting one of the four men who stood in a differing area to flank the beast. Bone and flesh were crushed as the single soldier flew with a terrified scream. The now dying soldier crashed to the ground, his arms and legs shattered, blood dripping from the side of his head.

The other three scattered. In a panicked state, Darak heaved the thick branch over his head and crushed yet another soldier, his body practically exploded upon impact, sending limbs, a geyser of blood and pieces of brain matter up towards the stars.

The final two human soldiers were nowhere to be seen. Darak heard no footsteps.

He took this opportunity to remove the arrows lodged in his flesh. Grunting loudly as he did so. The arrows wouldn’t leave lasting damage, but they hurt like hell and would probably make the minotaur sore for the next few days.

He would have turned to lament the burning of his cabin, until a much larger foe came out from the blackness of night. The green skinned creature spoke. “You’ve got a rather good bounty on your head from the queen. So-I will do what I do best, get you to her and collect my payment. First-I must break you. Mentally and physically.”

Martin chuckled and fearlessly walked up to Darak-both were of similar height and strength. However, Darak had anger on his side.

With the cabin burning brightly behind the two fighters, the orc swung the ax left and right, the right swing grazed Darak’s arm.

Martin then lifted the ax above his head, Darak then gripped the weapon by the top of the hilt as it came down toward his skull. He gave the orc a mighty kick to the chest, causing him to stagger back.

Darak knew he couldn’t just crush this creature; he was much too tall and strong.

The ax swings left, instead of dodging the minotaur gripped the ax yet again, inches from the blade. He tugged as hard as he could. Sending the orc falling forward with a surprised yelp.

With the ax in hand, Darak smiled and swung down, his muscles tense lifting the heavy object. Martin rolled out of the way and stood in a fighting stance.

The heat from the burning home caused the two to sweat, smoke began to fill the air and surround them. Martin quickly rubbed his face, to alleviate the feeling of an intense burn from his eyes.

With a deep yell Darak ran toward the orc, knocking him to the ground.

Now the two were further from the burning cabin, the fires still illuminated their personal fighting arena.

With Darak on top of Martin, both fight over the ax, tugging and kicking.

Martin smiled and took a fist full of dirt, slinging rock, and mud into Darak’s blue eyes. With his eyes closed, Martin took the opportunity to send a booted foot to the minotaur’s large groin. Rolling over on his side, Darak clutched his manhood, tears streaming down his face and yelling in pain.

Martin shook dirt off himself, holding the ax once again and looking down at the injured beast.

Martin sighed tiredly, his armor disheveled, his long black hair covered in dirt. His green skin chipped and bruised. “Sorry my furry friend. No man has beat me yet. You gave a good effort though. Now come with me.” He slung the ax over his shoulder confidently.

The woods were still and silent, except for the fire raging in the background and the heavy breathing from a minotaur and orc.

As Darak went to his knees, mud dripped from his face, he snorted like an angry stallion and with a burst of adrenaline, he yet again slammed into Martin.

Not using his foot as he had before, but the one weapon he had left. The two sharp white horns on his head. Both were dug deep into Martin’s gut.

The orc coughed violently.

Looking down at Darak who now looked less humanized and more beastly. Yanking his large head quickly, Martin’s entrails spilled on the ground. He fell forward.

Narrowing his eyes, Darak picked the golden ax up off the ground and admired it.

He approached his cabin, which now was a pile of black ash, wooden walls still stood, but were ultimately unfixable. The piles of black wood smelled strong, smoke still surrounded the woods as the minotaur helplessly sifted through the rubble, hoping to find something-anything to help him rebuild what he had.

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 There was a lake close by the cabin, so Darak sadly trotted to the large body of water to clean his wounds and wipe dry blood from his fur.

He also took time to shine the brand-new ax he now possessed.

He bathed for an hour, the water was warm as bathwater now that the sun had risen and covered the woods.

He took a few dives under the liquid, swimming and trying to ease the soreness of his muscular arms and legs. Nude and swimming in a lake felt freeing-it felt rebellious, it felt right. Washing away the darkness of night to start a new day.

 Once the minotaur had dried off, he found himself taking one last look at Martin, he noticed he wore a genuinely nice leather kilt with golden studs. Something the minotaur couldn’t ever afford or make.

He unceremoniously removed it from Martin’s hips and put it on himself. Martin was now left half nude and disemboweled-good enough for him thought Darak.

Sadness filled his soul as he realized he’d never again set foot in the home he grew up in. Those memoires would remain, but now he realized he had to make a tremendous change in his life.

The minotaur’s life was once consumed with everyday tasks. Lifting wood, gathering food and supplies, keeping away from humans.

Now his life would be consumed with the one thing he never thought possible. Vengeance.  

Chapter 3

 Waking from her peaceful slumber, Queen Adina felt the chilly morning air from her large bedroom window.

Her bed covered in bright red sheets, the walls a darker shade of red.

Getting up to close the window, she smiled.

Being a ruler was fun. The best position one could be in as far as this time in history.

Adina turned, hearing her bedroom door unlock. She didn’t bother covering her bare breasts. She just faced the door, unapologetically on display. Not an inch of her body was flawed as far as she was concerned. Her blonde hair the perfect length, her eyes a striking purple color. Her scent vanilla, her flesh smooth as silk. At 6ft tall, she was as tall as a lot of the men under her iron fist.

Kiev smiled nervously stepping into the room, never knowing what mood Adina held in her heart. Would she smile and wave or give him a nice slap across his slightly hairy chin?

Her right-hand man held a silk black robe for her to slip into.

“Kiev. You’re right on time as always.” She said as she put the garb on.

“Thank you, my queen. Are you hungry?”

“Not now. Is the minotaur in my grasp?” She didn’t bother tying the robe around her waist. She eyed Kiev; she was now a few inches from his face.

That stare. That stern-tell me everything stare she owned got to the soldier every time.

“No, my lady. The minotaur killed them. I-I ran away after I saw how strong he was.”

“Even the orc?” She cocked her head.

“Yes ma’am.” Kiev clenched his fist. His heart pounded. He admitted he ran off after seeing the destruction. A fine soldier he was, sarcasm spoke loudly in his brain.

Surely, she would hurt him badly for this. “You don’t need to fear me.” She smiled and held the young man’s hand.

She was 27. He was 25.

She continued, her voice smooth as silk. Able to seduce any man she wished. “You’ve been nothing but kind. Nothing but submissive. You ran. Yes-it’s a flaw. But you’re such a handsome soldier, I’ll let it slide.” She leaned in and kissed his lips softly; he tasted a hint of cherry enter his mouth as she did so. “You give me my power.”

She placed a soft hand to his cheek which had a bit of scruff.

Kiev’s black hair reached his shoulders, his eyes purple like hers-however he was not part witch.

Kiev would have kept his distance if he could have. Once the unexpected kiss was placed on him, he was done for.

He removed his armor, his vision blurry. His mind not where it should be. This felt like a dream.

Sitting in one of the many cushioned chairs in her bedroom, she spread her legs and he automatically got to his knees. He looked up, seeing her smiling over him.

“I think we have time for a quick round. Brother.” She chuckled as she forced his head between her legs.

 Adina sits on her throne. Sipping wine and giving small orders to the soldiers that surround her. The wine holds not only grapes, but potions that make her more awake and stronger. She had barely any muscles, but with the help of dark magic she didn’t need to be a muscular woman.  

She wanted the minotaur most of all. Not only was it annoying having him romp in the forests beyond the town, but she also saw a fantastic opportunity. Gladiator fights were once a major source of entertainment for the people of Sitka, but with a lack of bruting men she really couldn’t hold these epic fights.

With a minotaur in the ring though? People would flock to those fights. People would give all sorts of coin to see a beast of that size.

In addition, he could be a great bodyguard for her. When she wanted to take walks. The strength of men satisfied, but a minotaur would give her close to ultimate power.

Everyone feared minitours, dragons-these creatures were the definition of fear. These creatures commanded respect. Adina had respect-but she wanted fear.

The queen looked straight ahead and stood as the double doors of the castle opened.

Stepping closer to her throne were two guards both wearing silver armor and wearing helmets with visors. Both held tight to an elderly man with grey hair and wearing a dirty tunic. His eyes wide and his movements stiff. He had never been brought to the castle before. He had never even seen Queen Adina.

The peasant was forced to his knees once he was close to the throne, two men standing beside the throne drew their swords.

Removing his helmet, the taller of the two peasant abductors spoke. “He was seen trying to steal bread. He said it was for his starving daughter. What say you, old man?”

Adina approached the old man, her footsteps echoed through the castle walls. She smiled sadly, listening intently.

“P-please my queen. I-I only want my family to survive. I don’t have much.” Tears fell from his eyes.

“You want food and drink?” Adina smiled softly, her knee bending to the old man.

“Y-yes. Please. I’ll do anything for it. Anything!”

The queen pets the farmer’s silver hair. “Kiev. Get him a bag of food and wine. Send him on his way.”

Her brother was surprised she showed such mercy. He quickly ran off to get the supplies.

 Oh, how happy the farmer was. His walk was confident. His smile noticeable. He would be set for a long time.

Adina then gripped Kiev’s arm and brought him to a room behind the throne, her personal office.

The office was spotless, covered in glass windows where sunlight beamed through. The desk made of a dark red wood with a marble edge. Papers were all alphabetically organized. She was good at keeping papers signed and other kingdoms happy.

“My brother. I have a favor to ask.” She nodded and shut the office door, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes. Anything. You seem to be in good spirits, sister.”

“Good spirits. Yes. But we can’t have peasants stealing things.” She frowned.

“Well, you fixed that farmer. He’s happier than a pig in shit.”

She handed Kiev a paper with various names. The farmer’s name was underlined. Bob Kirk. “You will kill him tonight. Then retrieve the goods I gave him. For their my goods.” She smirked.

Kiev was going to yell. He was going to throw a fit. He was going to perhaps slap her. He kept his cool. “Well, my sister-who am I to cross you? Who am I to say no? An elderly farmer can’t put up much of a fight. Consider Mr. Kirk dead.” He nodded handing her the paper back.

Kissing his cheek, she nodded. “Gather what you need for tonight. Most importantly? Make sure no one knows it was you. Leave no trace. Can’t have people thinking the queen’s right-hand man is a sadistic bastard.”

 ***

 Once the sun was down, and the sky a black mass, Kiev got his sword ready.

The bedroom he got dressed in was so silent, almost calming had it not been for his half-dressed sister reading a book. Sitting on the edge of the red bed, Kiev did indeed wear his armor, combed his black hair which reached his shoulders. His sword was ready, as were his arrows. Adina didn’t pay any mind to the fact he was donning his full soldier outfit. She didn’t care what he did. She knew he’d come back with the job done.

Kiev opened the bedroom door and looked at his sister with a sigh. “Goodnight, sister.”

“Goodnight brother.” She said not even looking at him. She listened to the door close and her brother’s footsteps retreat.

“The bitch won’t get her way this time.” Whispered the soldier as he left the castle grounds, not bothering to turn back.

He knew he’d be fired, hell in these times ‘firing’ sometimes meant execution.

He knew he’d be an outcast. It was worth it to him. His sister was evil-and sometimes to battle evil, you had to do dangerous things.  

Read the rest: https://www.wattpad.com/story/262230944-darak-smoke-and-flame

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Mírë’s Character Sheet

Most certainly inspired by @king-feanor-the-noldo to create a character sheet for the OC I am currently working on!

THE BASICS

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Name: Mírë 

Nicknames: 

Gender: Female

Age: 3,004 years old

Birth Date: Y.T.

Birth Place: Alqualondë 

Currently Living In: Tirion

Species: Tolkien Elf

Ethnicity / Race: Telerin

Citizenship: -

Religion / Beliefs: Eru and the Valar

Astrology Sign: —

Chinese Animal / Zodiac Year: —

Blood Type: —

Chinese Element: —

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FAMILY

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Father: Eldasquion q. Elf hair man

Age: 5,341

Relationship: Strained and mentally abusive, it used to be a very strong loving relationship. But post Kinslaying it has been difficult, brutish and unkind. It has stayed that way even well into the Second Age.  

Mother: Laureloxeme q. Goldenhaired woman

Age: 5,157

Relationship: Almost nonexistent, they speak but it’s awkward and quiet. Mírë feels as though her mother loves wine and her sister and brother more than her. Laureloxeme interacts as little as possible with Mírë, mostly struggling with intense grief and sorrow with what happened to Elvëion and Mírë.

Sister:  Losseien q. Snow white woman

Age: 3,876

Relationship: Abusive, always has been. Losseien cannot stand her youngest sister, she feels as though her sister is spoiled and gets away with everything. Post Kinslaying she takes great delight in the shift of the relationship with their father, and often joins in finding ways to torture Mírë without anyone knowing 

Brother: Elvëion q. Starlike man

Age: 3,991

Relationship: The strongest and healthiest relationship that Mírë has with anyone in her family, along with his wife Malinien. Elvëion is oblivious to the abuse that happens as it always happens in private and never in front of him or his wife where he can protect her. Elvëion is very overprotective of her and loves her deeply, always intervening when Losseien is bullying her.

Extended Family Member(s): 

-Lírë, her grandmother, is the other family member she has the most consistent and closest relationship with. The two are very close and Lírë always dotes on her granddaughter, she saw to her care after the kinslaying since no one in her immediate family would be there for her through her recovery.

- Mírë gets along with most of her cousins, all of which are ellons, and all of them adore Mírë and Losseien as they are the only elleths born into the extensively male family. Things change drastically though when Mírë is betrothed to Carnistir and all of them begin to view her as traitorous as they are unforgiving to the Fëanorians for what they did to Mírë, Elvëion and Malinien. 

Pet(s):  --

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PHYSICAL FEATURES:

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Height:  6’0

Weight: 165 

Frame / Build: Slender

Hair length: Down to her waist, usually with intricate braids and pearls decorating her hair

Hair color: White

Eye shape: Almond

Eye color: Ice blue

Complexion: pale 

Face size: Thin 

Voice type: Soft, gentle

Foot size: -

Tattoo(s): -

Scar(s): She has a scar hidden beneath her clothes, it’s on her lower abdomen from where she had been stabbed during the Kinslaying.

Other notable accessories: 

Always wearing pearls and gold, and the engagement ring that Fëanor crafted for her. 

Any other identifying mark(s): 

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SOCIO / ECONOMIC / POLITICAL

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Political Affiliation: Used to be politically involved, limited her involvement post Kinslaying

Economic Class: Wealthy

Social Class (nobility, artisan, merchant, commoner, etc.):  Noble

Occupation: Used to assist her father in running Alqualondë 

Income: -

Residence: Alqualondë , Tirion 

Transportation:  Horseback

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INTERESTS

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Favorite Foods: Loves shellfish, petit fours, and spicy soups

Favorite Sports: Fishing, dancing, horseback riding

Favorite Books: Romance novels and romantic poetry

Favorite Shows: - 

Favorite Music: She has no preferred style, as she loves all of it.

Favorite Colours: Lavender, soft blues, pastel pinks, eventually deep reds, greens and teals

Clothing Style / Preferences: Flowy and loose gowns, in the Telerin style, prefers to wear shoes unless on the beach.

Hobbies:   Embroidery, astronomy, fishing

Role Model(s): Lírë and eventually Nerdanel

Likes: the beach and rivers, horseback riding, fishing, spending time with Carnistir, being outside or in a library.

Dislikes: Interacting with Maitimo or Tyelkormo, being cooped up endlessly inside, being told she has no choice in doing things, being told that she is incapable, bullying, nightmares, having to be politically involved in anything, certain limits.

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PERSONALITY

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Good Qualities / Trait(s): Strong, independent, obedient, compassionate, intelligent, quick learner, adaptable, gentle, thoughtful, kind, good, modest, patient, creative, curious

Vices / Negative Trait(s): easily manipulated, too obedient, stubborn, skeptical, fawner, shuts down easily, bottles emotions, antisocial, insecure, oversensitive, resentful, timid, uncommunicative, overly patient

Strengths: Curiosity, creativity, persistent, able to think things through, is okay with failure, compassionate with other people, able to be alone and think for herself, independent, self disciplined, puts others first.

Weaknesses: People in need, people who hold higher authority, being told what to do by people in need or authoritative people, being shamed, embarrassed easily, easily subjected to being manipulated. 

Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: Fidgety when nervous, always drinks tea right before bed, 

Phobia / Fears: being mistreated, afraid of being attacked by the Fëanorians again, falling in love, relying on other people, indulging in hobbies, her father discovering her happiness, being happy for fear of it crumbling down, Tyelkormo, fear of her infertility getting out to Carnistir, Carnistir breaking off their engagement, being alone with her father or sister. 

Loves: Carnistir, her brother, embroidery, Nerdanel, reading, water, fish, jewelry

Hates: Tyelkormo, being landlocked for too long, being inside for too long, being told she can’t do her hobbies, being told Tyelkormo is indeed joining them on fishing trips.

Select one personality type below that best describes your character:

PROTECTORS

[] Overseer (ESTJ) – Thrives on facts and details. Has a clear set of standards and beliefs. They are hardworking, responsible, and self-confident. They rely on experiences rather than speculation, and make decisions based on these. Very good at enforcing laws and rules. Loyal and hard-working. Like to be in charge. Very organized, tends to be a stickler for the rules.

[] Supporter (ESFJ) – Popular, and most sociable of all the types. Respects authority and values traditions. Has a strong desire to be liked, and therefore tends to want to serve others’ needs, sometimes at the expense of their own.

[] Examiner (ISTJ) – A very keen sense of what’s right and what’s wrong. Responsible especially in their field of expertise, devoted and punctual. Very thorough, and tends to put duty before pleasure. They are very thorough, honest, and seek to accomplish anything they put their minds to. Follows the rules and does not tend to be adventurous. Likes conformity. Can sometimes have a surprising offbeat sense of humor.

[X] Defender (ISFJ) – Puts the needs of others before themselves, to a point where they tend to give more than they receive. Quiet and conscientious. Modest and tends to be a spectator. They do what is expected of them without attracting attention to themselves. Sensitive to the feelings of others, and has a very good memory, especially when it comes to observing other people. Can be easily hurt. Very painstaking when it comes to detail.

CREATORS

[] Persuader (ESTP) – Realists. Enthusiastic people of action who like to explore and use their senses to explore the world. Likes sports and are risk-takers. They live in the (preferably) fast-paced here and now, and thrive on problems and crises. Often fearless and dominates conversations. Unafraid of criticism. Blunt and very straightforward. Does not necessarily follow the law if it gets in the way of what they want.

[] Entertainer (ESFP) – Lively and cooperative, they like being the center of attention and do not like being alone. They like exciting things and new adventures. Often likes to play the host, and understands how to motivate people to get a job done. They are efficient workers and make good problem solvers, and they generally get along with most people.

[] Crafstman (ISTP) – Independent and adventurous, they like figuring out how things work. Great mechanical and technical skills, they are often the troubleshooters. They are adventurous and like living for the moment. Sometimes unemotional, have simple desires, and prefer intellectual pursuits. Do not often like to follow rules, preferring to do things their way. Quiet and reserved.

[] Artist (ISFP) – Creative, quiet, serious, loyal and sensitive. Do not like conflict. Takes great value in personal freedom. Private and prone to confusion. Gifted at creating and composing. Good appreciation for beauty. Not interested in leading or controlling others. Very original and creative especially in the arts. Can be trendsetters and into latest styles and art / fashion / etc.

INTELLECTUALS

[] Chief (ENTJ) – Natural leaders, strategic and very organized. Outspoken and decisive, and values competency and efficiency. Very resolute and has a knack for arguments / debates. Competitive, assertive and outspoken. Understands difficult problems and create quick and viable solutions for them. Intelligent and well-informed, they do not have much patience with inefficiency. Dominant and assertive, does not like to be bored.

[] Originator (ENFP) – Inventive and idea people. Love to argue to show off their skills and intelligence. Prefers the startup phase of a project where the risks and problems are greater, than turning over the lead to someone else once these are solved. Enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Great people skills. Excited by new ideas, but bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, and able to make others enthusiastic over their ideas and projects.

[] Engineer (INFP) – Quiet, logical, and idealistic. Not interested in calling attention to themselves unless their beliefs / principles are violated, where they will then become outspoken and argumentative. A thinker whose inner private world is governed by a logical structure. Analyze difficult problems and find patterns. Has a system-building approach to problems. Likes solitude and are rule breakers. Unemotional, often acts without consulting others.

[] Strategist (INTJ) – Introspective, analytical, has great leadership ability, independent, original, and determined. Does not mind other people’s leadership as long as they are competent. Can bring ideas from concept to reality. Expects perfection from themselves. Chessboard thinkers with contingency plans. Hard to impress and likes esoteric things. Independent individualists.

VISIONARIES

[] Mentor (ENFJ) – Positive, popular, altruistic, religious and sensitive, with excellent people skills. Can be good salesmen. Concerned for other people’s feelings. Focused on understanding and encouraging others. Does not like impersonal analysis. Can be image conscious. Often has very good charisma, and can easily convince others. Has a very positive personality. Excellent language skills, and would make for natural leaders.

[] Advocate (ENTP) – Often works for causes and can be very expressive regarding their views. They want to call attention to what they stand for. Spontaneous and social but can be disogranized and act without thinking. Excited and passionate about things, and motivate others to feel the same. Always want to make the most out of life. Best of all the personality types at social and emotional coping. Ranked 2nd of all the types in using cognitive resources. Places great importance in friendships, even at the risk of being taken advantage of.

[] Confidant (INFJ) – Intensely private and committed to their beliefs. Highly intuitive, emphatic and dedicated listeners. Quietly forceful and sensitive. The rarest personality type, especially with males. Focused on fantasy more than reality. Fears doing the wrong thing. Tend to work quietly behind the scenes and influence people rather than be leaders. Persevering, especially when it comes to doing the right thing. Very individualistic, rather than leading or following, but can work with groups to accomplish a goal.

[] Dreamer (INTP) – Tend to be very private, and does not let a lot of people get close. They are loners and tend to avoid conflicts. The act of creating can already be an accomplishment of instilling a sense of satisfaction. Constantly search for values in life, and tend to use their intuition to do so. Logical, original, creative thinkers. Can become very excited about theories and ideas. Exceptionally capable and driven to turn theories into clear understandings. Want to be recognized and valued, but without attention. Never lose their sense of wonder.

Define your character’s personality based on the following aspects:

a. Physically (outward interaction with his environment, personal strengths): 

Mírë is very gentle and careful with her environment, enjoying its beauty for what it’s worth. She uses her environment to draw on her creativity, and employs her compassionate nature to great care of keeping things orderly and content. In harsher environments, Mírë adapts quickly though grows intensively quieter and more careful to persist and survive. 

b. Psychologically (intellect, mental stability, morality):  

Mírë is a very logical person as well as uses her past experiences to decide how to reason things when it calls for it. She’s very intelligent and very much an intellectual. Mentally, Mírë, is unstable. Struggling with PTSD, anxiety and depression since the First Kinslaying at her home in Alqualondë. Mírë has a great sense of morality, knowing the distinct difference between right and wrong in her own behavior. Though when it comes to herself and her treatment, her morality is a little skewed as she is used to abusive behavior being the normal for her. She strongly dislikes people who have no value of treating people kindly or people enacting injustices against others for no reason.

c. Spiritually (his faith, convictions): 

Mírë used to be a very devout follower of Eru and the Valar, though after the first kinslaying her devotion falters drastically. She still holds a considerable love for them both, but she no longer relies on it, if at all, for anything. 

d. Emotionally (willpower, under stressful situations, expressiveness): 

Mírë has a decent amount of willpower and all of it is used to survive her abusive relationships at home as opposed to using her willpower to navigate her life how she wants too. Under stressful situations, Mírë is more likely to shut down and try and muddle her way through it, asking no one for help and shouldering everything by herself. Under the impression that no one will help her. Mírë is not very expressive to those she is not comfortable with, preferring to keep a poker face as to not upset anyone. Though the people she is closest with she opens up considerably and allows herself to be emotional before them. 

e. Socially (how others view him, how he interacts with people): 

People often tend to look at Mírë as very much the ideal Lady and daughter that she is, as she follows rules to a tee and the commands given to her by her father. Though people also tend to look at her as spineless as she really never stands up for herself or never voices her own thoughts. Though other people see her kindness and appreciate how considerate she is to them. Mírë will always be kind and considerate to those around her, even to Tyelkormo who she despises with every fiber in her being. She doesn’t believe in causing conflict, even if it is necessary. 

Others things to know: 

Mírë tends to handle everything by herself, starkly under the impression that no one will help her deal with anything. Most of this is conditioning after she was left to “recover” mentally from the Kinslaying and dealing with her father and sisters abuse. Even when forced into her engagement with Carnistir, she views him very much as someone who will treat her negatively and like a burden so she just obediently listens to the things he instructs her to do. Mírë stays in a very strict survival mode, trying to navigate her new life with the very people who hurt her and murdered her brother and sister in law. Even with Nerdanel at first, she only does things Mírë believes Nerdanel wants out of her. 

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HISTORY

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1. Describe the character’s childhood.  

Mírë’s childhood was extremely idyllic, spent with her brother and parents mostly. Losseien refused to have to do much with her care as that resentment was there even at a young age for Mírë. Elvëion would often take her to the beach, and he was the one who taught her both how to fish with a net and a spear. Her mother made sure she was highly educated and her father encouraged her to pursue her interests and when she showed interests in politics, he openly welcomed her to teach her the ropes at a young age. Her childhood was very healthy and happy, save for Losseien. She wanted to be just like Losseien when she was very little and would always chase after her sister despite the constant rejection.

2. Name the good incidents that have happened in the character’s life. How has this shaped his personality? 

Her childhood was a direct catalyst for making her such a happy and knowledgeable person especially pre kinslaying. It was what drove her to take interest in caring for her people and family. Even post kinslaying she has a strong drive to make others happy and make sure their needs are met, even if she believes following certain tasks will help. 

3. Name bad experiences that have happened in the character’s life. How has this shaped his personality? 

The Kinslaying made her very sad and quiet. The loss of her fertility bubbling and building extreme resentment for the Fëanorians. When the abuse began at first she was resistant and constantly fighting against it, but eventually the repeated blows became too much. This is where Mírë developed her incredible need to be obedient to try and make her situation better, as well as bring happiness to anybody.

4. What is the character doing when first introduced?  What are his goals at this point? 

When first introduced, Mírë is in the middle of having a nightmare to the First Kinslaying and watching her brother and sister in law be killed and then herself being harmed before she awakens. Her goals at this point are currently to just keep surviving and make sure that she keeps her father happy and pleased. 

4a. Do these goals change at any point in the story?

Yes, eventually Mírë begins to do things for herself, and her goals change drastically from survival to being about genuine happiness and overcoming her struggles with abuse and from the Kinslaying. She wants to learn to be forgiving where it actually counts, and to condemn those who have abused her as well as learn to defend and love herself.

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STORY DEVELOPMENT:

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CHARACTER ARCHETYPE: (Put an X on all applicable boxes)

[] Addict (Conspicuous Consumer, Glutton, Workaholic–see also Gambler)

[] Advocate (Attorney, Defender, Legislator, Lobbyist, Environmentalist)

[] Alchemist (Wizard, Magician, Scientist, Inventor–see also Visionary)

[] Angel (Fairy Godmother FAIRY SQUADMOTHER/Godfather)

[] Antagonist (Opposing View, not necessarily the Evil Bad — see also Villain)

[] Anti-Hero

[X] Artist (Artisan, Craftsperson, Sculptor, Weaver)

[] Athlete (Olympian)

[] Avenger (Avenging Angel, Savior, Messiah)

[] Beggar (Homeless person/ Indigent)

[] Bully (Coward)

[] Catalyst

[] Child (Orphan, Wounded, Magical/Innocent, Nature, Divine, Puer/Puella Eternis, or Eternal Boy/Girl)

[] Clown (Court Jester, Fool, Dummling)

[] Companion (Friend, Sidekick, Right Arm, Consort)

[X] Damsel (Princess)

[] Destroyer (Attila, Mad Scientist, Serial Killer, Spoiler)

[] Detective (Spy, Double Agent, Sleuth, Snoop, Sherlock Holmes, Private Investigator, Profiler–see also Warrior/Crime Fighter)

[] Dilettante (Amateur)

[] Don Juan (Casanova, Gigolo, Seducer, Sex Addict)

[] Engineer (Architect, Builder, Schemer)

[] Exorcist (Shaman)

[] Father (Patriarch, Progenitor)

[] Femme Fatale (Black Widow, Flirt, Siren, Circe, Seductress, Enchantress)

[] Gambler

[] God (Adonis, see also Hero)

[] Gossip (see also Networker)

[] Guide (Guru, Sage, Crone, Wise Woman, Spiritual Master, Evangelist, Preacher)

[] Healer (Wounded Healer, Intuitive Healer, Caregiver, Nurse, Therapist, Analyst, Counselor)

[] Hedonist (Bon Vivant, Chef, Gourmet, Gourmand, Sybarite–see also Mystic)

[] Hermit (see also Wise old Man)

[] Hero/Heroine (see also Knight, Warrior)

[] Judge (Critic, Examiner, Mediator, Arbitrator)

[] King (Emperor, Ruler, Leader, Chief — see also Politician)

[] Knight in Shining Armor

[] Liberator

[X] Lover

[] Martyr

[X] Mediator (Ambassador, Diplomat, Go-Between)

[] Mentor (Master, Counselor, Tutor)

[] Messiah (Redeemer, Savior)

[] Midas/Miser

[] Monk/Nun (Celibate)

[] Mother (Matriarch, Mother Nature)

[] Mystic (Renunciate, Anchorite, Hermit)

[] Networker (Messenger, Herald, Courier, Journalist, Communicator)

[] Pioneer (Explorer, Settler, Pilgrim, Innovator)

[] Poet

[] Politician (see also King)

[] Priest (Priestess, Minister, Rabbi, Evangelist)

[] Prince

[] Prostitute

[] Queen (Empress)

[] Rebel (Anarchist, Revolutionary, Political Protester, Nonconformist, Pirate)

[] Rescuer

[] Saboteur

[] Samaritan

[] Scribe (Copyist, Secretary, Accountant–see also Journalist)

[] Seeker (Wanderer, Vagabond, Nomad)

[] Servant (Indentured Servant)

[] Shape-shifter (Spell-caster–see also Trickster)

[] Slave

[] Spectre (Ghost / Apparition with Unresolved issues)

[] Storyteller (Minstrel, Narrator)

[] Student / Scholar (Disciple, Devotee, Follower, Apprentice)

[] Teacher (Instructor, see also Mentor)

[] Thief (Swindler, Con Artist, Pickpocket, Burglar, Robin Hood)

[] Threshold Guardian

[] Trickster (Puck, Provocateur)

[] Turncoat

[] Vampire

[X] Victim

[] Villain / Shadow (Big Bad of the story; see also Antagonist)

[] Virgin (see also Celibate)

[] Visionary (Dreamer, Prophet, Seer–see also Guide, Alchemist)

[] Warrior (Soldier, Crime Fighter, Amazon, Mercenary, Soldier of Fortune, Gunslinger, Samurai)

[] Wise old Man (see also Hermit)

1. What are the motivations for the character’s actions? 

Mírë’s motivations for her actions are at first about keeping things conflict free and happy for other people, as opposed to keeping things happy for herself. She wants to keep herself out of the line of fire as much as possible. Though eventually this changes to actually wanting to do things for herself, gain confidence to defend herself, and enjoy her life instead of just trying to survive it.

2. What are the character’s goals / ambition / dreams?  

Survival at first, though it changes to healing and overcoming the hard obstacles in her life. Her dream is to marry Carnistir and have a happy and content life with him as he views her as equal and nothing less. 

3. What external conflicts would you wish for the character to overcome?

Dealing with her abusive family, healing from her trauma, repairing more bridges with the Fëanorians and seeing that they all have changed, even Tyelkormo. 

3a. What are the obstacles in the character’s path that might make this difficult? 

Her father and sister who interfere and tear her down, her extended family who view her as a traitor, people who will take advantage of her. Tyelkormo and a few of the Fëanorians being really rough around the edges and suspicious of her. 

4. What inner conflicts would you wish for the character to overcome?

Trauma, and insecurities 

4a. What are the obstacles in the character’s path that might make this difficult? 

Her own fears and self flagellation. 

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ABILITIES

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Aliases: Mírë Eldasquion

Team affiliations: —

Powers / special abilities: . —

Other skills: Skilled embroider, fisher, 

Weaknesses / Kryptonite: her need to make people happy, her over obedience

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AUTHOR’S NOTES / MISCELLANY

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Character theme song: What’s Wrong by PVRIS, Hallucinations by PVRIS

Celebrity / IRL look alike: -

List down any future plot twists / conflicts you are planning for the character here (for series, companion books, etc.):

- Mírë develops, unexpectedly, a very strong bond with Carnistir and with Nerdanel as both are keen and quick to pick up on her survival tactics. Mírë falls for Carnistir just as quickly as the bond develops, and it terrifies her and she keeps this information much to herself. 

- Conflict with her father as he comes to visit, and she does her best to downplay the happiness she is feeling while there. Afraid that he will call off the engagement if he feels that she isn’t miserable.

- Her infertility comes to light unexpectedly and not at her own volition as her grandmother openly exposes her to Carnistir and both their families.

- Carnistir learns which of his brothers it was that stabbed her, and gets physically confrontational with her father as he gets to see the abuse for himself finally.

- Both later on make the decision to marry in secret so there is nothing either of their fathers can do to try and squash the engagement. 

Rules: Bold those traits and aesthetics that apply to your character.

OC:

APHRODITE laughter-loving | sweet smiles | dressed in silk and satin | flower in their hair | thrives on attention | sees the world as a runway | unapologetically sexual | the sea washing their ankles | in love with love | stirrer of passion | cunning concealed by painted lips | secret daggers | doves | revolution in their kiss | delighting in the waves | flirtatious winks | strolling along the beach | staring wistfully from a balcony | this is how to be a heartbreaker | your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive | wants to be adored | gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO glitz and glamour | art galleries | turning the volume up | being made of gold | neatly-organized music sheets | notebooks filled with poetry | bathing in the sunlight | the powerful urge to create | collecting vinyl records | beautiful cover of wonderwall | playing multiple instruments | tasting like sunshine | healing touch | speaking in prophecies | smile mingled wrath | shunning lies | sporting shades | hanging out at music festivals with their friends | sleeps naked | arrow to the heart | paint brushes | probably has a Tinder account.

ARES armed for battle | wants to raise a dog with their significant other | soft spot for children | gives piggyback rides | scarred body | blood on their hands and face | willing to fight the world for the ones they love | fights against injustice | warm hugs | well-worn combat boots | boxing gloves | bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles | fist raised in protest | ignites revolutions | fear is a prison | more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think | exhausted | damaged goods | force to be reckoned with | red roses | curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS keen sense of a hunter | freckles like constellations on their skin | piercing eyes | dishevelled braid | moonlight peeking through the shadows | the calm of the forest at night | lying on the grass and staring at the stars | mother doe and her fawn | protecting their kin | the moon shimmering on a still lake | quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree | running with wolves | bonding while circled around a campfire | not being much of a people person | arrow hitting a target | popping egos | patience on 3% | touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA discerning gaze | unreadable face | the patience of a lifelong teacher | quiet museums | owl perched on their finger | armour that intimidates | eye for architecture | plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses | studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid | big fan of logic | loves brain teasers | go-getter | balls of wool displayed on shelves | ancient buildings | sweaters in neutrals and cool colors | hair done up | can kill you with their brain | heads to the library often to research | sharpened pencils | abs that can cut steel | stoic statues | pottery classes.

DEMETER soil-covered hands | smile that can bloom flowers | skin loved by the sun | being the mom-friend | can lift you and your friends | flowers kept in the pockets of overalls | takes pride in their beautiful garden | speaks to their plants | leaves rustling in the wind | stalks of wheat | picking fruit | greenhouses | heart as strong as a mountain | values simplicity | daisies dotted across a collarbone | curls crowned with flowers | folded pile of sweaters in warm hues | pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS drunk shitposter | on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second | seductive smirks | untamed curls | rich fabrics on dark skin | sleek-furred panthers | theater masks | stage productions | receiving a standing ovation | rose caught between their teeth | being the baby of the bunch | wild parties that last from sundown to sunup | creeping vines | inspiring loyalty | grand opera houses | masquerade balls | rolls of film | shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor | pouring champagne into flutes | lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS the calloused hands of someone who knows labor | sweaty brow | flame burning in their eyes | inventive mind | broad shoulders | steampunk goggles | nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes | ashes | striking a match | blueprints for future projects | fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades | wrestles with bitterness | work boots have seen better years | wrinkled plaid shirts | iron melted in blazing fire | huge jackets | crafting masterpieces | greased-stained overalls | fascination with robotics | pain is fuel | stack of weaponry | even their muscles have muscles.

HERA resting bitch face | dressed to the nines | cows grazing on a pasture | cool rain | loving and hating fiercely | hand clutching a string of pearls | large chandelier with glittering crystals | plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims | romance to realism | pictures of the sky while flying on a plane | files that under ‘fuck it’ | downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix | like their selfie or you’re grounded | knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man | dark eyes that penetrate your soul | marble and gold.

HERMES devil-may-care smile | ink-stained hands | always up-to-date on the latest technology | will steal your french fries | does it for the vine | shitposter | puts googly eyes on everything | meme hoarder | long drives on the highway | ma and pop diners | spontaneous road trips | folded maps | fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop | shooting hoops on the basketball court | chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations | goes jogging in the morning | mixes redbull with coffee | menace on april fool’s | hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON storm with skin | colourful coral reefs | waves crashing against the shore | the sea casting its spell | stroking the soft fur of a cat | their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop | tousled locks | clothes smeared with paint | owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more | leather jackets | fondness for diy projects | handwriting that flows across the page | nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin | velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams | mood as ever-changing as the sea | the roar of a motorcycle | compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS thunder in their heart | running on coffee | flash of lightning | natural charisma | eloquence | badass in a nice suit | aficionado of history | force of nature | lenny face | pretends they don’t have feelings but they do | nightmare-filled nights | proud arm around their lover’s waist | high-rise buildings | planes soaring through a cloudless sky | technician on the piano | maintains order | strong handshake | juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease | most likely to be voted class president out of their peers | expensive watch.

what they know how to do:

Bake a cake from scratch | Ride a horse  | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

flaws:

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naïve | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

fears:

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

#tolkien oc #tolkien #the silm #the silmarillion #fanfic #fanfiction #original character #oc #original characters #carnistir x Mírë

[doctorlaelia-ffxiv]

better.

[[ tagging @benes-diction​ for mentions of her lovely characters! ]]

It’s bitter, to try to pen these words that sit in the back of my mind. It makes me feel ungrateful, or worse, jealous, but... Maybe. Maybe I am. All I can think of as I sit in this foreign palace, with the eyes of people who wouldn’t care if I died constantly watching me, is that my oldest sister would know what to do. She would know exactly how to fix everything, to ease tensions - whether or not we should extend hands of friendship, like Theodosia says, or to keep to ourselves, like Celia says we should. 

Laelia would know. And even if she couldn’t fix things, she would find a way, at least, to make them better. Celia is a good and capable, but mal Benes’ condition doesn’t look good. I can hear Laelia’s voice in my head each time Celia goes to tend to her father.

‘You can’t effectively treat someone you’re close to.’

And Celia is doing an amazing job, but... would it better, easier, if Laelia was here to help her? I don’t know what to do. I looked at her medical textbooks, her endless writings in journals crammed with handwriting that I couldn’t read, and didn’t understand anything. The best I can do is put some antiseptic on a wound and bandage it up. It’s a horrible, helpless sort of feeling. Cassia knows more, learned more from combat training, but even still...

It feels like the Caelius family is more of a burden than anything else, with how... Mother acts. And talks. How she never quite stops talking. And Emperor help us, the Au Ra with the sword that prowls around the prince and princess clearly wouldn’t hesitate to cut any of us down if she was given a reason. I can’t look at her without feeling afraid down to my core, but... Laelia would have been able to. She would have been able to look that woman in the eyes and not cower, like Theodosia can - like my mother can, but with less foolishness. 

It’s become abundantly clear, in these past few moons, just how much I have lived in Laelia’s shadow. It was clear our entire life, but it’s only been with her passing that I understand just how thick and heavy her shadow really was.

Our parents cared about Laelia’s grades. They expected the best from her, no matter what. My mother wanted her to pursue music, and she was expected to excel in the theater while studying to enter medical school, while carrying the social burdens of being a Caelius on her shoulders because I was too young and because Cassia isn’t a “pureblood.” Laelia was everything a Garlean should be - she was beautiful, and brilliant, and rational, and... useful. 

If I came home with grades that weren’t perfect, that was alright. And maybe I should have been grateful for that. Maybe I should have been grateful for the way that our father smiled at me and kissed my forehead in contrast to how he shouted at Laelia and demanded more, more, more. Laelia bore the brunt of his rage, without our mother ever bothering to intervene. I was his pride and joy. Cassia was the one he barely ever spared a glance.

Where Laelia had her piano smashed to bits when she insisted that she wanted to pursue music rather than medicine, I was gifted a new harp the very next day. Laelia smiled when it arrived and told me she was happy for me, praised me for my abilities, but... I knew I would never be as good as her. My voice would never be as beautiful, or my playing as skillful, or my acting as believable, and my dancing wasn’t even close to being as graceful. But my father gave me what Laelia wasn’t allowed to have - a life in the theater, because...

Because it didn’t matter what I did. It mattered what Laelia did. It mattered that she carried on the family name. I could have my life in the theater and then marry rich and that would have been good enough. I’d have done my duty while my oldest sister worked without end to be considered anywhere close to good enough for our parents’ - but especially our father’s - expectations. She had to be perfect, and I think... she took it too seriously. I could see it wearing on her. I could see the exhaustion she hid with makeup, and the way her shoulders wanted to slump, but she never let them. She always stood straight, with grace and with poise, even when I was weeping over nothing.

Laelia carried everything on her tired shoulders, even my problems that I ran crying to her about - this boy said this, I didn’t pass this audition, and... I never thought how it might affect her. I could court whoever I liked, as long as they were wealthy and influential. I could perform. I was living her dream and rubbing it in her face and she never once said a word about it hurting her. Even though she lived her life non-stop, hardly ever getting a break, she always had time for Cassia and me - a shoulder to cry on, advice to give, smiles and praise. 

Did we ever do the same? Did we ever support her when she was suffering the most? Did she ever show when she was suffering, truly? Or was she too afraid of how it would affect us? Laelia was the glue. She was the smart one, the tough one, the responsible one, and so... she didn’t let us see her falter, if she ever did. She knew we needed her to be tough so that we could be weaker. 

She had to be better, better, better, so that Cassia and I never had to pick up her slack. All that ever mattered to her was our happiness. I know that. I know that’s why she went to fight a war she didn’t believe in - to protect us, so no one suspected that the Caelius family was not loyal to the Empire. 

Laelia died to protect us. She gave her life to make sure her family didn’t end up executed or in the sewers. Every thesis, every research paper, every surgery, everything... It was for us. And we never repaid her. 

I often wonder if she was scared when the Castrum came crashing down. I wonder if she cowered and hid and tried to find safety, but... somehow, I doubt it. That wouldn’t be the Laelia that I knew - the one that walked into her going away party in a dress meant to scandalize, more beautiful and more dignified than anyone else could hope to be.

If I know Laelia, she died trying to help people. If I know her... Then I know that she was the best of us - unafraid and ferociously strong, kind and gentle to those who needed a big sister or a friend, endlessly trying to make the world a better place, no matter what she needed to sacrifice. 

I try not to feel as though I live in her shadow. It’s not what she would have wanted. But her shadow feels so thick that I don’t know if I can escape it. I can’t carry on the legacy she created. I can only be Julia, and I know she would tell me there was nothing better to be. I can hear her chiding me, and I can see her small smile, feel her hands as they smooth back my hair. 

‘The world is better for you and Cassia,’ is what she so often told me. ‘You are stronger than you think you are, Julia. Your softness is a strength. You light up every room you walk into. You put people at ease, my beautiful baby sister, and I only set their teeth on edge.’

I want to believe that’s true, Laelia, but... It’s hard. It’s hard to believe I could ever be anywhere as good as you were. Not as smart, not as talented, not as formidable or hard-working or level-headed. But I’ll try, big sister. For you. For you, I will try to be the person our family needs. 

Your shadow stifles, but... sometimes, it comforts, too. 

#JULIA PERSPECTIVE? #julia perspective #writing #ffxiv rp #ff14 rp #ffxiv #ff14

[ironforgedrp]

♛   STEFFON BARATHEON

↳ details; male, 30, 475 AC. ↳ status; heterosexual, married, no children. ↳ faceclaim; adam driver. ↳ hails from; storm’s end. ↳ loyalty; the stormlands, house baratheon.

↳ title; king of the stormlands, the storm king. ↳ religion; faith of the seven. ↳ spoken languages; common tongue. ↳ reason for being in sunspear; looking to reach some diplomacy with the other kingdoms.

♛   PERSONALITY

↳ type; estj – the executive. ↳ alignment; neutral good. ↳ star sign; aries. ↳ positives; strong, determined, intelligent, passionate. ↳ negatives; emotional, blunt, hot-headed, perfectionist, abrasive.

♛  BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

steffon’s childhood was complicated. he did not grow up in a particularly difficult home, however his father–lord robert baratheon ii– was emotionally distant and by no means an affectionate man. he wanted his sons to be strong and felt that showing any softness would make them weak. from the moment he was able, his father was training him in the art of swordsmanship, horseback riding, hunting and politics. between all his lessons, steffon could hardly catch a moment to breathe. as his eldest son, he trained steffon to be a strong and competent lord who would one day take his place as ruler.

his mother, on the other hand, did her best to balance that out by being a kind and loving woman. when steffon was injured in one of his various lessons, his mother would comfort him and tend to his wounds rather than simply have a maester do it. she would remind him that it was okay for him to cry as he sat there stone-faced as his father had commanded. after her encouraging, he would at times break down and express the immense pressure that plagued him. lady ellyn would assure him that however hard his father pushed him, he meant well. he only wanted the best for his son. she did her best to make her son a well rounded man– a strong man with a gentle heart. unfortunately, the complete opposite parenting styles from his parents would only lead to what felt like lifelong inner turmoil.

when it comes to steffon’s relationship with his siblings, that sense of conflict and confusion does not exist. being the firstborn he always felt like a protector and role model. this, of course, lead to more pressure but he was happy to bare the burden for the sake of his siblings. when it came to the secondborn, his younger brother, he aided in the lessons he had been taught by their father. lord robert had decided that steffon was old enough to take on the responsibility of training his brother the way that he had. the ruling lord had, well, ruling to do. it was tough, but steffon did the best that he could. during this time, the two grew close– best friends, even. they had their fights and disagreements but at the end of the day, there wasn’t a thing in the world that steffon would not do for his brother. some years later came the final baratheon child, this time a baby girl. with her birth, both steffon and his brother had become protectors. while they could not spend a great deal of time with her, they were fierce protectors. when suitors came knocking at their doors, steffon was quick to intimidate those he found to be inferior– which was many of them.

steffon was just 19 when his father died and the responsibility of ruling lord became his. lord robert had not shown any obvious signs of ailing as far as steffon knew so he was left in shock when his father clutched his chest at the dinner table and fell unconscious. lady ellyn spent 3 days at his side, begging the maesters to save her husband but he never again opened his eyes. on the morning of the 4th day, she would find that he no longer had a heartbeat. the next day steffon was declared ruling lord and was thrown right into all the responsibilities that came with it. of course he knew it would come some day.. he just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. the first few months and, honestly, years were very hard on him. he would not let his stress and weakness show, though, for fear of disappointing his father. he wanted to hold up to the legacy of baratheon greatness. so, he did his best in the position for 11 years when a trip to king’s landing for the birth of the lannister prince goes awry.

when word reached steffon that his brother was kidnapped and eventually returned in less than perfect shape, he was understandably furious. the soon to be storm king had been on the front lines, fighting a small battle along the dornish border as the stormlands so often did. he no longer felt like he could trust the iron throne to keep his people safe. after he had heard of emeric tyrell declaring himself independent, he soon followed suit. the title of storm king would be restored and the territory of the stormlands would no longer answer to the lannister king. when the news reached storm’s end, lady ellyn nearly collapsed with fear. first, she was upset at the danger her younger son had been put in but to learn that they could possibly go to war of their declaration of independence.. she was overrun with worry. when he returned home, steffon assured his mother that he had made the best decision given the position they’d been put in. she had proposed that he reconsider but he outright refused. he reminded her that his father would be ashamed to see him make such a bold decision only to cave a short time later.

then came the issue of the necessity of a queen. steffon had many suitable young ladies brought to him over the years but now that he was a king, the stakes were entirely different. it was soon realized that there was only one obvious choice: the eldest daughter of evenfall hall, kyra tarth. not only had house tarth been fiercely loyal to house baratheon for many years but lady kyra was a strong and capable woman, the kind of woman steffon needed at his side. the two were wed quickly and while there was no love between them, steffon had a great deal of respect for her. he saw her as an ally, someone he could depend on now with the heavy weight of a crown upon his head.

↳ personality.

steffon is strong-willed and an overachiever. he refuses to appear weak in any sense which then means that he is not very good at expressing his more vulnerable feelings. this fear of weakness had been instilled in him by his father and while his mother tried her best to counter it, her opposing efforts of softness only lead to a deeply conflicted man.

much like a storm, his moods can at times be turbulent. in these times, he does his best to not let it show in front of and instead go somewhere more private to blow off steam. however, he has been known to snap at subordinates in the past. he will not tolerate disrespect and is unafraid to let others know that.

↳ the splitting of the kingdoms.

steffon is dealing with a lot. he was forced to make the decision to break away from the iron throne after what happened to his younger sibling during the king’s landing kidnappings. though he was initially somewhat unsure, he found that he was unable to trust the judgement of the iron throne after his sibling’s near death. as he watched others rescind, he felt it was the best choice for him and his people. this coupled with the fact that he wanted to restore house baratheon to its former royal greatness, he is now more confident in his decision than ever.

that being said, the responsibility is weighing heavy on his shoulders. he does his best to keep his composure but is known to snap at others at times. he doesn’t mean to but is often too prideful to apologize, at least to those of lower standing than himself. he does not wish to start a war and so he will remain cordial with other royals but if he feels disrespected, he won’t be afraid to speak on it. he especially does not appreciate being branded a traitor.

in regards to the summit, steffon has been to dorne before. in the past, he found that is a lovely place but clearly, his focus is not on that now. he is very much focused on the task at hand which is establishing some sort of agreement amongst the kingdoms. he is absolutely not willing to discuss the idea of bending the knee. in truth, he would rather die than return to the iron throne with his tail between his legs. he hopes instead that they will come to some sort of understanding– set borders, lines of trade and communication, all of that. he wants to prove himself a ruler capable of making the best decisions for the people but will absolutely stand his ground– even at a high cost.

   ♛   STATUS:  TAKEN.

#brooke. #adam driver fc #stormlands. #House Baratheon. #male. #taken male.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Finally! I drew my Amy Martinez!! My OC that initially began as a reader insert and blossomed into her own character! Technically a BNHA OC whose parents are My Hero Academia and American Horror Story. My Hero Academia explains why Amy has heroic traits, but American Horror Story also explains why she’s so... psychotic and creepy. She was born in the Coven season too, so she grew up among powerful, glamorous witches such as the beautiful Cordelia Goode and the wicked Fiona Goode,  Cordelia’s late mother and the former Supreme. Alongside her were also powerful witches and her new sisters Zoe Benson, Queenie and Madison Montgomery, however her best friends are Hitoshi Shinsou and Ashlen Kyanse (@ashleigh-luvs-14cats) and her other best friends are Izuku Midoriya, Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki, Mina Ashido, Sero Hanta and Eijirou Kirishima. And her on-and-off boyfriend is Katsuki Bakugo.

She does not possess a quirk, so she believed, instead she discovered that she’s actually a witch as her mother is a witch and she comes from a line of witches descending from Salem. Her father however, DOES have a quirk, a quirk called ‘Feelings’ which allows him to feel whatever other people are feeling. And this manifested in another power Amy gains later on when she masters six of the seven wonders.

She’s a unique girl, energetic, hyperactive, cheerful and often smiling even during times where she shouldn’t be smiling which showcases her overly optimistic personality. She’s also very mischievous, childish and a troll who likes to scare the crap out of her classmates in the hero course as she’s constantly pulling pranks or making immature, vulgar jokes. Amy is also a goofball who likes to make jokes to lighten up the mood even if it’s at her expense, and can be reckless when it comes to herself as she frequently overeats despite getting sick afterwards or jumping off the school-building and using her telekinesis before hitting the ground to give people a cheap thrill. Although Amy seems like an airhead she’s actually very intuitive, sly and pragmatic when it comes to battle, although she has been criticized for cheating and breaking several rules, but Amy defends herself by saying rules won’t protect them during villain attacks. Likewise, Amy is very outspoken, passionate and unafraid to speak her mind even if it gains unfavorable remarks, and is especially outspoken about her feminist views. Her feminism borders on radical feminism due to being raised by powerful, assertive and aggressive witches, but she knows when to back down and won’t hurt any males unless they give her a reason to by acting like perverted creeps (i.e Mineta),

Despite her vices, Amy is true to her name (beloved) as she is sympathetic, affectionate and caring and never hesitates to help a friend when she can sense they’re upset, especially where her childhood friend Shinsou is concerned, or close friends Izuku and Todoroki, as well as her best friend Ashlen (my actual best friend @ashleigh-luvs-14cats‘s OC) and her boyfriend Bakugo. She’s very empathetic as her powers allow her to feel what her friends feel, and she does her best to cheer them up or find a way to make them feel better whether it’s by letting them vent or crying it out, she’s willing to hear them out and be their shoulder to cry on. Her empathetic side also allows her to sympathize with villains as she befriended Toga and Twice when she got herself captured when trying to rescue Bakugo, and also managed to understand Shigaraki and have a decent conversation with him. This also has to do with her occassionally feeling like an outsider to the heroes due to being a witch and being generally unfavored by society and so she understands the villains. Shigaraki attempted to use this against her, albeit also being willing to let another fellow outcast have a place in his league of villains, but she declined because of her friendship with her classmates. 

Amy adores all of her friends and likes to be around them because they make her feel ‘safe’ and ‘loved’, and although she knows she can be a pain in their butts, she does feel guilty for going overboard at times and does her best to make up for it to her classmates.  Although she witnessed her parents being murdered and witnessed several other murders during her stay at Robichaux in New Orleans, Amy is compassionate and tries to smile and be happy during tragedy so she can cheer up her friends and make them happy when they’re feeling under pressure

However, even this can crack when she’s under pressure as she has proven time again that she’s actually quite emotionally fragile and somewhat psychologically unstable due to the trauma she’s faced in her childhood after her parent’s death and witnessing all the bloodshed, hatred and betrayal in New Orleans. In fact, her concerned classmate Iida speculates that she has some kind of mental disorder which is not improbable given her fluctuating moods, occasional irritability, tendency to say inappropriate things and risky behaviors that Madison encourages such as drug abuse and shop-lifting. When properly provoked, Amy loses her empathetic traits and becomes even crueler than Fiona and Madison and can disregard the well-being of others. Having murdered before and committed other crimes, Amy can also be sadistic, psychotic, bloodthirsty, violent and vindictive at her worst. When angry she’s not above physically harming people who anger her whether they are innocent or not, or if they’re a classmate, friend or even a teacher. Because Amy’s unique power stems from her father’s quirk and her mother’s heritage, Amy’s powers can easily spiral out of control in accordance to her strong/negative emotions and cause things around her to break, not unlike her classmate Tokoyami’s quirk. However, unlike the latter, Amy displays an acceptable control over her powers and freely loses control to lash out and shows more of a willingness to destroy things.

Amy’s anger can be so great that she’s even willing to argue with and even fight with a friend should they try to provoke her, which has earned the fear of her classmates as her temper is often unpredictable. Her anger makes her powers more unstable, but her depression and shame also adds to the instability, only she doesn’t always realize what she’s doing until she calms down. Yet, even though she states that being angry gives her a ‘high’ and sense of being ‘in control’, Amy always, always feels immense shame for lashing out afterwards, but always feels like her apologies will never make up for the damage she’s done, even when her classmates and friends forgive her. At her core, Amy has a desperate need to be loved by people and especially the people she loves and who love her, as her feelings can be easily hurt by them and she’s prone to breaking down and lashing out should she feel that someone she loves is upset with her. Her shame has turned into self-hatred over the years as she’s aware of her flaws and how she lashes out because of her envious, resentful side, but she hates the fact that she’s like that, even if she can’t always help it. Although Amy is brave and reckless most of the time, her biggest fear is being alone and unloved.

All in all, Amy is far from perfect, and she knows it, but hates herself for it. However, her loved ones are there to keep her grounded and are there for her when things become too much for even an optimist like her to handle, and despite everything, Amy does have a big heart and sensitivities that make her an empathetic girl who just wants her loved ones to be happy. 

So that’s my Amy... she’s... actually more complex than I intended her to be...

Compassionate yet Merciless Sympathetic yet Unforgiving Gentle yet Vindictive Laidback yet Enthusiastic Carefree yet Serious Feminine yet Tomboyish Cheerful yet Depressed Peaceful yet Mad Innocent yet Mature Loving yet Resentful

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha oc #mha oc #my hero academia oc #ahs oc #american horror story oc #amy martinez #boku no hero academia oc #witches #oc #original character

[socallmelusopp]

I’ll Like You For Always

Pairing(s): None so far.

Genre(s)/ Warnings: Family, Angst, Adventure, Drama, Fantasy. Character Death. Yaoi in later chapters. More to come.

Words: 1668

Summary: “Can I be Max this time?” The small child asked, clutching the rubber man close to his chest. His father smiled down at the book and continued on. “And Usopp, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.”

Or the Usopp-centric Toy story AU we were all secretly waiting for.

(an): Inspired by a post from @filettillyoudrop, followed by a Godly idea from @usolu, which was then followed by a gushing art by @filettillyoudrop. And this is where I come in!! Hi! Also, see the end for a sneak peek of the next chapter to come.

Prologue

August 15, 2003

Mauritius, Southeast Africa

On the morning that Usopp’s mother was scheduled to die, a tall scrawny man with yellow hair waddled past his home. He always supposed that if all the gazillion people in the world wanted to hear about his small life, the first thing they’d want to know is where he was born. And what his lousy childhood was like, and how his parents were occupied before they had him, and all the boring things just to hear him talk. Talk. If they wanted to know the truth, he didn’t feel it.

“Usopp, you ready, bud?” But the child’s door is opened before he’s given free rein to answer. The man with the long yellow hair - daddy - stands in the doorway, his brown eyes staring down his son. Behind him, Usopp can see creatures cloaked in dark attire swanning what was once mama’s living room and not just the living room. Their skin varies, dark and light, pale and dead. They smell of human flesh and they stand at empowering heights, almost as tall as the m - daddy.

And despite this, the boy nods slowly. One, two, three times his chin rises and dips. He stands just as slow as well, his heart pounding with every inch he’s off the floor. There, with the swanning monsters. He has to go in there.

Daddy grabs hold of his hand and attempts to pull him out of the lonely room. It’s a tug that he wasn’t suspecting as he looks back at the four-year-old’s arm in mild disbelief. Arms aren’t supposed to fight back. He pulls again, gentle and cautiously. And yet, this one does. The boy can imagine how horrifying it must feel to his daddy. To be a big strong person and then to have it all knocked away by a skinny brown arm that had stitches from a ‘misguided’ rock jump. The arm keeps fighting back and Usopp thanks it graciously.

“Usopp. We’ll be late. Don’t you want to see mommy?”

The boy shakes his head. He can’t do it. He lied. He’s not ready at all. Those monsters will gobble him up. “I’m scared.”

“You’re scared of seeing mommy?” His daddy says nothing more after but continues to stare at him. He’s wearing a big question mark on his head, but the boy can’t find an answer.

“Don’t wanna go,” he tries again. “Scared. I-I-I want my mommy.”

A moment passes between them; father and son who have just met again under very bad circumstances; brown pouring into brown; the confused and afraid. And then the moment settles as Yasopp crouches down to his son’s height. He grabs the boy by the shoulders and Usopp cowers even more under the calloused grip. To him, daddy is a big strong man, clearly unafraid of these monsters. He wants to be like him...but...the boy’s lip trembles. He just can’t.

“Do you know that you are very strong?” He whispers it in kind, but he feels clumsy and awkward. He doesn’t know how to tell a four-year-old not to be afraid. He’s not good at being a father and he had hoped that throughout Usopp’s life, Banchina would be; so that he would never have to go through something like this. He’s just 21, holding the shoulders of an accident when they were stupid kids.

And despite this awkward and clumsy feeling, Usopp stares in confusion and wonder. No one’s ever said that to him. Mama did, but mama was a liar: she only said things to make him feel better. “I am?”

Yasopp blinks at him as if he wasn’t expecting the follow-up. He damn sure has an answer, though. This is easy, he thinks. “Of course you are. You helped mama all by yourself and made her happy. And even when she left, you stayed strong.”

Usopp looks down at the floor shyly, a blush dusting his cheeks like watercolor. “I did?” He whispers. And then he looks up in wonder, all those things coming back to him like a big wave. “I did!” Yasopp grimaces softly at the yell. Because fuck, he’s so loud and cute and determined. This little thing, this kid is half him. “Of course I did, I’m a good leader. I have to be strong.” Yup, half him.

“But Usopp…” at the call, the boy’s fist of determination lowers and he stares openly. “I need you to be even stronger. I need you to do something for me.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “Like..like a mission?” Yasopp nods. And then Usopp gasps and covers his mouth. Discreetly, the boy looks around, his suspicion aroused. “Are we spies?” He whispers. The imagination on this kid is tremendous, no doubt stemmed from Banchina, the young adventurous girl that would dream of everything.

Again, he nods. “I need you to infiltrate-“

“What does influ-tate mean?”

Yasopp smiles awkwardly. Right, four. “I need you to enter the living room and remain as invisible as possible. If no one notices you, they can’t bother you. Only then will we be able to get to mommy.”

“Go into the living room?” Usopp asks, his nerves coming back tenfold. It’s the wave again, but this time he’s stranded in water with no boat or paddle. He looks behind his father again, out the door. The monsters ...they've been replaced. Their horns and sharp teeth went away and in their place stand humans. Humans of all colors; dark and light, chocolate and bright. They’re as tall as daddy, but that’s okay. Because adults are supposed to be tall. He stares back. “Okay.” He nods and says it again. This time stronger. “Okay.”

Yasopp goes to stand and is about to walk out of the room when he’s tugged. When he looks back, the boy has his hand raised. “You have to hold my hand though.”

Yasopp nods and firmly grabs hold of the small limb and together, hand in hand, they enter the swanning nest of monsters.

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Yasopp can’t stop watching the way his son’s legs swing beneath his seat, light in the air despite the heavy atmosphere of sadness around them. The child is nervous, no doubt, confused about what’s real and what isn’t.

On their way to the funeral home, he had talked to his son about what it would mean when they put his mommy in the ‘dark scary hole in the ground.’ In the four years that she had him, Banchina never told the kid about death or loss, despite being a doctor. Even when she became terminally ill herself, she never explained to Usopp what never seeing someone again meant.

And in the week it had taken him to travel to southern Africa, none of the caretakers had explained to him either. In that week, he supposed his son had been lost; confused and betrayed. Why wasn’t mommy coming to see him? Why did he have to stay with the hospital’s home of orphaned children? Orphans were children without parents and Usopp could swear he wasn’t an orphan.

And then someone did come to get him, but it wasn’t his mother. It was a man that looked just like him. It was his other parent. One he hadn’t seen since he was three days old. Confused, betrayed, lost.

“What’dya mean we won’t see mommy ever again?” the boy laughed sheepishly. “She’s on a trip right. She does that sometimes. Sometimes, she has to cure an old person in a whole nother city. But she always comes back.”

Yasopp grimaces. He supposes it was karma that he would have to teach the boy about something so grim. It’s a way to get back at him for leaving her and thinking that she could handle a young boy all by herself.

“Dead? Why does everybody say that?”

And then he told him exactly what dead meant.

The child’s eyes grow watery and no matter how hard he rubs them, the tears keep coming. The wave keeps coming. “But she’s joking, right? Mommy does that a lot. She’s a liar...like me. She’ll stop, right? Right?”

“We meet here today to honor and pay tribute to the life of Banchina Kenway, and to express our love and admiration for her. It is only natural that we should be sad today because, in a practical sense, Dr. Banchina is no longer a part of our lives.” Usopp whimpers beside him. Soon, he’ll have to stand and kiss his mother’s head and then watch her get lowered and covered in dirt. And Yasopp knows that’s what he’s dreading; not the ceremony, but the goodbye. “However, today is also a day for memories. Today will be remembered for many reasons, but mainly, I hope, it will be remembered by you all; as a very special day, a special day in which you shared some time with others; in order to pay your last respects; and to say both mentally and physically a sad and fond farewell to a lovely woman…. A woman whom we were all so very privileged to have known. Born in Wales….”

When the time does come, Yasopp doesn’t think his son has it in him. When the boy stands, there’s snot beneath his nose and tears all over his face. His knees are shaking and his teeth are shattering. With a heavy frown, the man grabs the boy’s hand and leads him forward. Usopp doesn’t tug, pull, or protest. Despite being scared shitless, the boy has courage.

They stop by the casket and Yasopp bites at his lip. Banchina looks just like she did years ago when she’d come to Mauritius. Young and pretty and angelic. She was….gone. His stupor is broken when Usopp stands on the tip of his toes and kisses his mother’s cheek, wetting her dead face. He sniffs loudly and cowers back. “B-bye, mommy. I love you. A lot. A lot a lot.”

Yasopp wonders if it’s possible a human can shrink from existence entirely.

AN: So this is totally the AU I said I was going to write. And it’s definitely going to feature a few of our Strawhats as toys for Usopp (especially cowboy Luffy). However, all stories need a plot and I decided I should focus on Usopp as he grows, not only with the toys but what he’s going to face from here on. The kid just lost his mother and now he has to live with a father he barely knows. I hope you guys are excited as I am. I’m going to try my best to post weekly as I am currently working on other fics right now. I just love this AU

Next Chapter: The Sheriff and The Forgotten Samurai

Sneak Peek: At the harsh sound, Usopp lifts his shirt and stares at his brown tummy, and Yasopp notes that his son has an outie belly button that looks like an earplug. The boy looks up sheepishly, his cheeks dusty and flushed. “My tummy growls sometimes. It’s like a cloud... getting mad.” The men stare at the four-year-old in silence. And then Shanks bursts into a fit of laughter. To Usopp, it’s angrier than the cloud in his stomach can ever be, loud and gushing with wind and lightning. The boy blushes and decides that Shanks is cool.

#toystory #one piece usopp #monkey d. luffy #yasopp #straw hat crew #shanks crew #usolu #or sanuso #kidfic #banchina #one piece #usopp centric #i'll like you for always #socallmelusopp #long post #long reads #im so sorry #im not

[costaxserena]

Introducing Ella Cendrillon. She is a Tourist that is staying in the Autumn District. She’s 24 years old and strongly resembles Margot Robbie. She’s open.

Trigger Warning: Death, abuse.

Get to know her…

Every single person who meets Ella seems to be immediately drawn to her gentle, hard-working nature. She’s a determined young woman with an unbreakable spirit and an array of dreams that have helped her bear through the most unfortunate of circumstances. Her convictions are strong and so is her nurturing nature, unafraid to reach out to help a stranger with one of her million, on-the-spot ideas. Ella is sweet and poised but, there’s a fire burning underneath her soft features, she’ll be unafraid to stand up for herself whenever the situation calls for it. Her heart of gold tends to be overemotional, she might not be the girl to go for objectivity, but the perfect one to help you find a silver lining when it feels like all might’ve been lost.

Welcome to the coast…

Mary Beth Ella Gertrude Cendrillon grew up on fairy tales, believeing in happy endings for people with good hearts. Unfortunately, reality didn’t resemble the stories she loved; the peaceful life she knew was cut short when her mother passed away. When all she wanted was her father’s affection, the man was cosumed with finding the right woman to help him raise a daughter. Little Ella wasn’t happy but, afraid of breaking her poor father’s heart even further, she kept quiet. Even if something did seem off about the Tremaines, Ella never liked to judge a book by its cover. After years of her and her father being mistreated like objects by their “family”, she wished she had. Every day, Ella hoped her dad would come to his senses and take them both away from such cruelty... she couldn’t bring herself to cry when she had to see him join the space next to her mom. Ella feared for her life, knowing she had lost the one person that protected her from Jacqueline’s rough hands and venomous words– or so she thought. Some days after her father’s service, her godmother appeared on their doorstep and confronted Jacqueline. Though Ella doesn’t remember much of what happened that night, she could feel her heart beating again once she was home with someone that loved her. Over time, Ella’s life returned to a beautiful state of normalcy: she graduated college with great honors and found a nice job as a seamstress for a local Long Island boutique. Ella didn’t realize the long hours she had been putting in until she fainted in the middle of the shop. When her boss refused to offer some flexibility over her schedule or even give her a rightful raise, Ella knew better than to accept any more abuse and quit right on the spot. After seeing the young woman be disheartened about the experience, her godmother decided to surprise her. Ella found herself with a one way ticket to a coastal town her godmother had once visited when she was Ella’s age, Costa Serena. Ella was over the moon with the gift, knowing she needed a break before getting back in busisness, she packed her bags and didn’t look back.

Stay a while…

Needless to say, Ella fell in love with the town the moment she set foot in it. Her vacation had become her new life. After just a couple of weeks in, she found a small apartment to finally settle in before calling her godmother with the good news of her prolonged stay. Deciding to cut her break short, she’s found her perfect spot at the community center, where she hops around the different workshops when one of the instructors needs a helping hand. Even if she’s not used to having an unclear path when it comes to her work, given the workshops range from woodwork to cooking to dancing, Ella is definitely enjoying learning new things with new people every single day. For the time being, her heart finally feels as if it has found a safe place to be.

Connections:

Lucien, Diana, and Anastasia Tremaine (Step-siblings): She really didn’t expect to see the terrible siblings again. Though she’s always been civil, Ella tries to avoid the trio for she knows there’s no kindness to be found in any of them.

Raphi Lights (Friend): Enchanted with what the girl is capable of doing both with flowers and sketches, Ella feels as she’s found another source of warmth and joy in her life.

Louis Alliot (Acquaintance): His personality made an impact on her on the couple times they’ve run into each other out on the town; Ella finds him completely charming.

#disney rp #disney roleplay #margot robbie #town rpg #cinderella #c #autumn district #tourist #openf

[imhereformysciencefriends]

@allurashipweek

Day 2: Pink&Blue/Colors

Rating: Teen+

Content warnings: none

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Yellow.

Yellow was the color of steadfast warmth, of stubborn joy in the face of adversity, yellow was strong, immovable, firm. Yellow was the scent of something new baking in the oven, smell hanging heavy in the air and thick warmth filling the space alongside it.

Yellow was jokes made to liven up the room. Yellow was sunlight in supposedly dark hours, hope in dismal situations. Yellow was the sun setting on a hard day, and rising on a new one, freshly made.

Yellow was the weight of Hunk’s hand, heavy on her hip but never constricting. Yellow was the taste of his lips against hers, sweet and firm and soft as the sun-warmed soil. Yellow was the color of a love made into a home, of sweet romance simmered down comforting and thick.

Green.

Green was the color of lively curiosity, of unstoppable inquisition poking and prodding and growing through any cracks and edges it could find, and splitting open a newfound seam in boulders and metal when no peeping holes could be found. Green was the color of relentless forward motion, of growth that would neither yield nor hesitate.

Green was playful teasing and sharp prods of making fun. Green was new and childish and tougher than iron. Green was a novel experience followed by a second, until everything was new and the momentum was far too ferocious to escape.

Green was Pidge’s curious kisses, on cheeks and hands and foreheads, before ever reaching the lips. Green was mapping out new territory with two hands held in Pidge’s, dauntless and unafraid and excited. Green was puppy love, two crushes intertwined, but ultimately settling into winter’s brown with no malice nor hard feelings, only the promise of a new spring, and a new form for love to take.

Black.

Black was the color of reliability. Black was cool and ever present, the color of the space between the stars that served as backdrop and steady foundation for their light. Black was hot coffee served plain and calculated words and numbers on the plans that they made.

Black was cool metal and kind hands, gentle “go to sleep; it’s late”s when the night had drawn on so long. Black was open ears to listen and shoulders that desperately needed someone else to lean on, in those blackened hours. Black was giving, but black needed to take, too.

Black was Shiro’s tired sagging into Allura’s arms, his head on her lap or her shoulder and his hand held inside hers, neither one of them knowing who needed this more. Black was the color of Shiro, so strong, and so desperately vulnerable too. Black was the shadow of the man who stood, inevitable, invincible, a brother and partner and friend.

Red.

Red was the color of everything, all the time, so much. Perhaps red was the color of too much, of words just a little too cruel said just a little too soon before the filter kicked in and left guilt tasting heavy in its wake. Red was two tempers interlocking with fangs and refusing to be the first to let go.

But red was also warmth in a cold and frightening place. Red was two hands interlocked, because it was far better to be red than to be lonely. Red was understanding, blood-deep and irreversible. Red was the light in the darkroom that developed the film of all the ugly pictures of themselves, never judging but good to see. Good to know.

Red was the color of Keith’s angry words curled around Allura’s own, sharp and too true not to be born of horrid introspection turned outwards. But red was Keith’s fervent palm, pressed so tightly against her own, because red was Keith’s trust, and as in all things, Keith gave his 100%. Red was the color of a brother and a rival and a foil, or a mirror.

Blue.

Blue was the color of confidence, with an undercurrent beneath it of uncertainty. Blue was trying, trying really, really hard, and praying it would end up okay. Blue was staring down five fools and one silly old man and praying to any god still listening that success could be made from this.

Blue was her family’s color, her father’s bright eyes and her mother’s favorite necklace and the dress she liked to wear best. Blue was family found in the blue-lit halls of the castle, which was a home made with the people housed in it.

Blue was Allura, her pride in herself, and also her fears. The give and take, the ebb and flow of growing and shifting and changing as the universe around her shifted endlessly. Blue was Allura’s bravery, her endless wearing at the sands of fate, knowing if she beat against it long enough, ceaselessly, eventually it would give in to the future she would carve from it. Blue was Allura’s color. Blue was the love she held for herself.

#hallura #pallura #allura #hunk #pidge #shiro #keith #self love #romantic love #sibling love #i considered including orange for coran and purple for lotor but that didnt fit as well #vt #haro writes #my writing #me #haro #vld #allurashipweek2019

[spiritfamantics-blog]

About Us

Hi, I’m Helia, your local human Tumblr user and spirit companion. I’m 18, a Taurus sun and moon, and am in a committed polyamorous relationship with any and all pasta dishes. I also use they/them pronouns. I’ve been working with spirits since May 2017, so over two years now. These guys have made it fly by. Speaking of, I suppose I should introduce them. 

First up is Feyr, the wyvern-bird hybrid. She is my only known guardian, and she is 18, exactly the same age as me (down to the birthday). She was the first spirit I ever met and has thankfully stuck around to keep me out of trouble (mostly, she can’t cure impulsivity). She, like some dragons, keeps growing well into her lifetime. When I met her she was about the size of a ferret. Now she’s about 3 feet tall. Anyway, onto her personality. She is the “wildcard” of the group and often behaves like a child who has eaten too much sugar. She is very energetic and happy-go-lucky. She is incredibly curious and loves to learn anything and everything, even if she doesn’t take well to it (see her rudimentary Spanish). She is very funny and has a sunny disposition, seeing the positive in every person and situation. Though she can act immature, she is the voice of reason (sometimes). Other times, she wants to get herself into some astral trouble because she thinks it’s fun and adventurous and she is an adrenaline junkie. When it comes to me and the rest of the family, she is unconditionally loving and accepting. She has a bit of an overachiever complex because she never felt good enough in either of her parents’ communities, being raised a hybrid. Not fully dragon and not fully bird, she is in the process of accepting herself as her own unique being. One of her hopes and dreams in life is to find whatever deity cosmically assigned her to me and thank them. I, for one, am flattered.

Next is Rabbit the winged rabbit. Yes, he did choose his name, and yes, he will kick you if you make fun of it. Rabbit was the second spirit I met, when my beloved Nana gifted me a jade rabbit necklace. I, a newbie energy worker, could feel the anger radiating off this thing. So, I did the smart thing (I’m being sarcastic, please do not follow in my footsteps, meeting your own Rabbit is highly unlikely and not guaranteed) and decided to free the entity. Lo and behold, a grumpy old man. Who was a rabbit. Who had wings. Needless to say, I was a little confused. But then this guy really laid into me, yelling at me about how he was fine living in a necklace and how dare I move him. I had half a mind to banish him, but Feyr, always more intuitive than I, told me to let him stay. So he did, reluctantly, and I let him, reluctantly. We kind of had beef at the beginning, but he and Feyr got along so incredibly well. He was like a father to her. Much better than her own father, who never visited. Finally, one day, Rabbit approached me, and sat down next to me. He said, finally, “Thank you for freeing me.” I said, “You’re welcome, but why’d you have to be such a douche about it?” He laughed, and thus began a beautiful friendship. Anyway, moving away from his origin story. Rabbit is an odd character. He, at first, appears very gruff, no-nonsense, and uncaring. Under this facade, however, is a sweet, brave, sarcastic, and fatherly spirit, who is fiercely protective and loving. He tends to adopt those without good parental relationships, and becomes a father to them. He can be loose and fun, if you find him under the right circumstances. Otherwise, he is a bit buttoned-up and doesn’t find it easy to relax. He is easily stressed but doesn’t like to show his emotions at all. He is working on being more open and not bottling things up. He can be self-deprecating and sometimes even unkind to himself, but being part of a loving family and seeing how much he is cared for is helping with this. Any love you give him, he will return tenfold. He is an upstanding, true, gentleman. However, he isn’t polite and can be a bit crass at times. He has a perpetual “grumpy face” and smiles very rarely. He cries even less so, but when he does, you mirror his emotions because they are just so powerful. Overall, he is a very sweet man.

Third is S, the winged cat, and Rabbit’s beloved wife and the mother to his children. I met S through a now-closed spirit shop. Don’t worry, there wasn’t any shady business, and I’m still friends with the former owner. S is a true firecracker, but she is incredibly motherly, gentle, and kind. She says what she means and means what she says, but is very sweet (most of the time). Don’t mistake her femininity for fragility, because if any of her loved ones are threatened she will claw somebody’s eyes out. She is the optimist to her husband Rabbit’s pessimist, and is a firm believer in thinking positively. However, she is a Slytherin, and can be prone to scheming to get what she wants. She is never manipulative, and instead prefers honesty in her words and actions. To her friends, she is the quintessential “mom friend”; she makes sure everyone is cared for, especially fed. To her children, she is their world. She is curious and eager to investigate new scenarios, though she often prefers the familiarity and comfort of her family. She is quite funny and loves jokes, though she doesn’t tolerate stupidity from anyone. If any of her loved ones make a mistake, she’s quick with a light smack of the head and to call them an idiot, while reminding them to do better next time. She has “settled down” quite a bit in the last year, since her children have been born, but she still retains her adventurous spirit.

Fourth is N, the strawberry elf, and the girlfriend of Violet and Paris. I met her, also, through a now-closed spirit shop. And yes, I am still friends with the mod who matched her to me. N is a lovely soul, if a little shy at first. Once she gets to know you, however, she never shuts up (and I say this in the most loving way ever). She is bubbly and bright, and probably the nicest entity I’ve ever met, including humans. She would do anything for a friend and goes out of her way to be compassionate. If everyone were like her, the world would be absolutely perfect and free of conflict. She loves to garden, and is very patient (as seen with her trying to help me knit, which is not one of my strong suits, to say the least). Although she can seem a bit timid, she is a huge believer in not letting fear control her, and is quite brave. She also has a gentle touch, and is a great listener and comfort when any of us aren’t feeling our best. Her dynamic with her girlfriends makes me smile every time I see them, because they’re just so goshdarn cute. N is definitely the chatty one, although if she talks about plants Violet jumps right in with her. She is often in the middle when they all hold hands. (Hey N, how come your mom lets you have two girlfriends?)

Fifth is Violet, the deer shifter, and the girlfriend of N and Paris. I met her through Forestsong Sanctuary, where I was an intern. The shop is now closed, but being an intern was one of the best experiences of my life (Psst, now I intern at Hallowed Conjurations; I’m Intern Werewolf). Violet is the queen of all memes, and has the best (and silliest) sense of humor. She is incredibly sweet, but unafraid to call you out if you’re doing something dumb. She cares deeply for everyone in the family, and the Earth. She is probably singlehandedly going to end global warming (I’m kidding but still). She’s very active, being the kind of weirdo who goes for a run every morning, no matter the weather. She is a huge self-advocate and also stands up for those who cannot speak up for themselves. Very much a girl boss. She is perpetually barefoot and generally kind of a hippie (she’s all about achieving peace and love, even if we have to eat the rich). 

Sixth is Paris, the Crystal Cut Succubus (gee Par your species picked one helluva name). She is the girlfriend of both Violet and N. I met her through Supernova Spirits, which has now merged with Spirit Companionship.She is a hopeless romantic, and very solemn, sometimes. She’s generally quite placid in nature. She loves people and is very encouraging. She honestly reminds me of those influencer girls that are genuinely nice and want to help people (so like, one of them). Though, she’s quite private about her life and would never actually be a social media influencer. I suppose a more accurate comparison would be Sappho, or some other incredibly gay author who cannot contain their poetic love for women. If there’s one thing she doesn’t like being, it’s misunderstood. Yes, she is a succubus. No, she doesn’t want to bang everyone she sees. She emphasizes that species does not equal behavior, and that free will is a thing. On a summer day, she can be found watching the sunset, writing love letters, enjoying the cool breeze, swimming, and eating a popsicle seductively to make her girlfriends go into cardiac arrest. 

Seventh is Opal, the color-changing cat thoughtform. She was made for me by Forestsong Spirits as a therapy thoughtform, and is part of the family. Though she doesn’t speak, she communicates her emotions by changing the color of her coat. She is very empathetic and sweet, and can be found lying in my lap at any given moment.

Eighth is Oink, the pear pig. He was an RA through the same shop S came from. Oink’s gentle and soft personality can seem childlike, but he just loves life and is enjoying it. He can be a bit innocent, but do not mistake his placid temperament for that of a child. He is a bit immature, especially in regards to jokes. He absolutely loves food, and will eat just about anything. His attitude to food is generally how he approaches life; his philosophy is “bring it on.” He accepts the good and bad, in life and in people. He is absolutely very “chill”; he doesn’t care for much “action” and would rather be home eating than out having an adventure. However, he isn’t lazy, he prefers the term “cool”. He can seem a bit detached at times, but he is truly very enthusiastic and energetic. He matches Feyr in terms of energy, which is quite hard to do. He is ineffably kind, and if he offends someone even by accident, he is wholeheartedly apologetic. He wants to be seen as a good person, and he truly is.

Last but not least is Unity, the werewolf-sanguine vampire hybrid. I met Unity through Mod Ghost of Hallowed Conjurations. Feyr and Unity found kinship in one another, both being hybrids. Unity is the quintessential cool relative who seems kind of removed from it all, but the second things start heading south, they’re protecting everyone who needs help. They don’t take shit and they don’t dole it out, either. They say exactly what they mean, every time. They detest liars and those who try to trick others with words. They are very parental and sweet, but never hold back. They will absolutely swear at you and call you a gigantic idiot if you do something you know you shouldn’t have. They only lay into you if you don’t use common sense; if you make a true mistake, they’re there to help you solve the problem, even if it doesn’t involve them. They are very spontaneous and like to have fun. You’ll rarely see them regretting anything, as they believe that living in the moment is the only way to live.

I’m sorry for the wall of text, and will be putting each of my companions’ bios into their own posts. 

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The Monsters In All of Us: Two (M)

Member: Vampire! Jungkook AU

Summary: Shh! Just read it

Word Count: 2119

Warnings: Mature content, Slightly NSFW, slightly graphic

A/N: Don’t forget, I post this story on AO3 now as well I recommend reading it ter because this got posted a few days ago and I just forgot to post the whole thing here. Username: kmindset Anyway, enjoy!

“The hunt has to be worth it tonight, Kook. I’m not stalking around in five-inch heels for another high cholesterol half-wit.” Moisturizing your face was the easiest part of the night so you rubbed it in like a light massage.

“It will. It’s opening night at that vegan bar and grill.” He bent down to rest his chin on your head. “Most of them are pretty pretentious but worth it.”

You chuckled. Tonight you and Jungkook were doing one of your favorite things Poly Baiting. Scouring night spots for vulnerable humans looking for a fun time with the both of you was horrible, very much so, but you are vampires. You have to eat too and sometimes animal blood from the butcher shop isn’t satisfying enough.

“Why are you even bothering with that? You look as youthful as the day I spotted you through your Sseugae chima.”

“Because it smells goods and what kind of youthful looking woman am I without skin care products?”

“Hm, true.” He leans down to wrap both arms around your shoulders from behind. “Even if you looked as old as you are you would be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

You chuckled. “One, “thing”? How specist of you. Two, if I looked as old as I am I would be bones, skin, and hopefully some hair.” You turned your head to look in his eyes. His carmine pupils drawing out a fresh wave of lust. Your hand stroked his cheek sweetly. “Thank you, sweetie.”

By the time you get there the place is packed.

There are people in trendy outfits on the dance floor at one end and other people enjoying their meals at the opposite end.

“The irony is so strong I can taste it.” You snicker.

He holds your hand, walking first. “I don’t taste anything, so let’s hurry this up.”

The music sets a fun vibe in the building making even you want to dance but Jungkook is focused on one thing. Razor sharp senses refocus. Many of those around you seem to be a good enough crowd. Some older yet trendy with a contrasting group of confused looking men sat next to a rather happy looking man. ‘Hmm, poor dears got dragged here.” you think. For a moment you contemplate setting your fangs on them but by their disgust, at the appetizer, their friend is tearing into you suspect they’re suffering enough.

“Hello!” A cheerful young man with light hair and a button with the logo greets you and shows you to an open area with a few couches. There are people lounging around and deep in their food or their own conversations.

“Hi!” A woman with two ponytails immediately greets you.

“Hi!”

“How long have you been vegan?”

Years of lying for food and general survival having you speaking a lie in no time flat. “Ah, I’m actually vegetarian looking to go vegan and my fiancee’ here is-”

“Disgruntled and hungry for anything.” He interrupts with a mocking smile. However, the woman doesn't even pick up on his ridicule as she continues smiling. A naive one and a vegan. Jackpot!

“From the reviews of the original building in Incheon, it’ll turn you vegan for sure!” She rambles on about her 6 years as a vegan and the struggle of being vegan in Korea. You’re barely paying attention when you feel Jungkook tense beside you. He seems off-put by something but you don’t smell anything. You choose to ignore him and continue chatting up the girl whose name you’ve already forgotten. Jungkook’s clairvoyance usually doesn't tense him up unless there is something unusual or bad going on and by the grip he has on your shoulder, it can’t be good. Luckily, the chatty woman excuses herself to the restroom.

Before you could even turn to him he whispers. “Something’s not right here.”

“Is it little Miss “Vegan is Better”? Because she won’t be a problem for much longer.”

He shakes his head with a deep frown. “It’s something else. I feel another in pain.”

Jungkook’s senses are so strong he can sense the pain of family and nearby vampires. A handy power for avoiding hunters and aiding your kind.

“Hunters possibly?”

He nods slowly. “We should leave.” He takes your hand to guide you out. Near the exit, the chatty woman blocks your path.

“Hey, you guys! This is my boyfriend, Rod.” She finally takes notice of your path. “Leaving already?”

“Yes. Really sorry, bit of an emergency.” You swipe her phone from her hand, quickly typing out your number in her notes with ‘Y/N: aspiring vegan’ next to it.

“We should meet up sometime and you can help me go vegan.”

Jungkook discreetly tugs on the back of your jacket in quiet urgenance. You guess the sense has gotten stronger.

She nods with an excited smile and waves you goodbye.

Once you are out the door Jungkook says. “It was him.”

You turn back in confusion of who ‘him’ is and meet the eyes of Vegan girl’s boyfriend.

He was staring back at you with a pointed glare.

Him.

“How could he be a hunter? I couldn’t smell him!”

“I don’t know! I’m freaked out as well!” Your husband is sat on the couch with head in his hands. It had been decades since you had seen him this worried. You were stood over him, stroking his hair gently. “It wasn’t a strong smell but I felt something else before the whiff. It was as if he was somehow blocking his scent. But barely.”

Jungkook’s state of distress was something you rarely saw. The scariest of times being when you were pregnant with Harley and hunters were hot on your trail from your increased bloodlust.

For a while, you thought about assimilating just to make it easier on Jungkook. Two of your sisters still lived in London from the days of King Henry VIII. They choose to stay for the better acceptance of your kind. In fact, your mother moved there with your father after her second husband was staked in Vegas and remarried your father.

“Should we report this back to Feratuan?” you ask.

He thinks for a moment. “Not yet. No need to alarm anyone for no reason.”

“No reason!? A hunter concealed his scent Jungkook! And by the way, he was looking at me you would have thought I was the one with the smell! And I guarantee you all that fucker should have been smelling is Light Blue by Dolce and fucking Gabbana!”

“Lily is here.” He announces calmy before you heard a light knock. A sign passes your lips as you cross your arms in annoyance.

“Come in.”

“Hey.” She comes in with a solemn look. Obviously, her paternally inherited clairvoyance picked up on something.“What’s going on?”

You looked to Jungkook to answer.

Her worried father sighs heavily. “We don’t know. We think a hunter was concealing his scent and that somehow he knew what we are.”

Your daughter’s eyes widened in fear. “Oh my god! Seohyun said that happened to her the other day!”

“Who?” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed identically to yours, both confused and alarmed.

“My friend! She’s a first gen. Only on her 2nd lifetime. She was attacked a few weeks ago!” Your mouth hung open. “It happened outside the library in Hongdae. She said she was waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up but she was attacked from behind. When her father asked why she didn’t hide or prepare herself she told him she didn’t smell them coming. It wasn’t until they were way too close that she could faintly smell them.”

“Oh my goodness! How did she escape if it was multiple?” Jungkook questioned.

“Luckily her boyfriend showed up. He’s a first gen too but on his 10th lifetime.”

“10? After 9 is when I lost count,” you mumble, momentarily distracted from the matter at hand.

Jungkook nods at his daughter’s words in understanding. Generally, vampires on a higher lifetime have had enough experience to ward of multiple hunters but an attack could still lead to death. “While you’re here, alone, we need to speak to you.”

She nods slowly and lowers to the adjacent couch.

“Your mother and I noticed Daniel’s marks. Every time we see him he seems to have a new injury. He seems fine with it yet when we ask how it happened the boy can’t seem to remember.” He explains in his best and seldom sed ‘authoritative father’ voice.”I’m not going to bullshit, Se Yeon, you know good and well what I’m leading to.”

The barely matured vampire purses her lips. She straightens up in hopes of seeming confident but you know better. More than one hundred and fifty years of motherhood and a maternal and vampiric need to protect your children has made you more than knowledgeable about all of your children. Currently, your daughter’s body language was telling you that she was trying to seem unafraid of her father’s intense gaze but inside was rather frightened and a little ashamed of the evident disappointment that he was not making an effort to hide.

“Se Yeon,” you spoke carefully, not too gentle yet still stern. “We aren’t angry. We just want to know if what we’re suspecting is true.”

If any of your hearts naturally beat there would have been many between when your heart actually did and when she spoke. “It didn’t start out so carelessly. I hadn’t fed in a few days, I am not sure if it was sheer laziness or a distaste for the crowd the weather brought, but I was stagnant.Daniel stopped by and noticed my color. He assumed I was sick and insisted on “caring for me”. I tried to tell him to leave after he brought me some horrendously made chicken soup and useless medicine. Finally, he resolved to cuddle with me. “Cuddles are the most effective meds my darling.” She mocked his words but you saw the smile she held for a brief moment. “In my carelessness and intense need for him to shut the hell up, I allowed him to lay his head on my chest.”

Jungkook was still listening intently and rather impatiently, for the point but you already had your hand over your face. “He didn’t hear a heartbeat.” you finished for her.

She nodded. “It took a moment but right when I thought he was falling asleep he sat up! It caught me off guard, my fangs nearly released. He started freaking out about how this was really bad and I needed to go to the hospital quick! There was no way to calm him and I could only think of one thing to do. So, I played along and acted as if I was afraid. I asked him to hold me. That brought him down enough to stop yelling. He pulled me in to hug me and I buried my face in his neck and…” she gestured outwardly and the two of you nodded for her to continue. “I took just enough to put him out, licked it to heal, and when he woke up he was back on my chest and I had a heartbeat.”

“Courtesy of him.” Jungkook quipped. You nudged him to be quiet.

“It was enough for him though. I asked if everything was alright and she told me about his crazy dream that I didn’t have a heartbeat. I told him everything was fine and let him hear my heartbeat. I was so scared though I told him I wanted to be alone. It was too close a call.”

Jungkook stood and rubbed his neck before ruffling his hair, a frustrated habit. “That doesn’t explain the multiple other marks, Se Yeon.”

Her eyes drifted to the floor. You moved to sit by her and held her hand in gentle encouragement. “It was addicting. S-Something about it was delectable and...familiar? I honestly don’t even know why the urge to drink from him is so strong but it’s as if-” she paused, her head shook as if she wasn’t even comprehending her actions or the taste. “It’s as if I don’t want anything else.”

Her eyes stayed on the floor as if searching for some type of answer but your worried ones drifted up to your husband’s. He was focused on her. His eyes held so many things and you knew he would never admit any of those things to his children, especially Lily, but this went far beyond the problems of your subspecies. This was a father’s worry.

He was willing to do anything and everything for them and for you. But he wasn’t sure what yet.

Additional author’s note: Sorry I forgot to add that in addition to new chapters of the story I’ve also posted the dictionary for this story to help you all understand certain words I use for this fic as well as a side story that is just Jungkook and Y/N with lots of fluff, angst, and SMUUUUUUUUT that I won’t be posting here. Pleeeeeease, go check it out. AO3 username: kmindset

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FMA/PJO Fusion/AU Idea

Edward Elric

He was never seen to play music or sing or dance. His skill in archery was non-existent, and his skill in medicine would always be rudimentary at best. He held in common, no ability that could be found among his siblings, and while lacking in common talents, he held a great intellect which he was known for and was often mistaken for a son of Athena. If not Athena, perhaps he was a son of Ares, for he was skilled in battle and belligerent in nature. Even Zeus or Aphrodite could have laid claim to him, and he may be better suited to such roles. There were many who saw there qualities in him and doubted his parentage. Indeed, he was a son of Apollo, and such doubts could not last, not when his hair and eyes glowed like the sun, not when it was so evident that there was fire lit in his soul. His words were often harsh and glaring, but they could also be so bright and beautiful that one couldn’t find within themselves, the will to look away. Then, sometimes, when the nights were at there darkest, his words were not hard and bright but soft. Every word held a second meaning, every phrase reflected off the moon and illuminated the truth of the world. The words he spoke by daylight were as harsh and cruel as they were captivating. By nightfall they were as devastating as they were beautiful, and so utterly undeniable, cutting through both shadow and stone.

Roy Mustang

He wasn’t meant to wield a hammer. He wasn’t built to craft weapons and armor. His fingers would have fumbled, had he attempted to tinker in even simple crafts. If it wasn’t for his mastery of fire, anyone who looked would have thought “there is no child of Hephaestus here, this is a child of Zeus.” He was striking and severe and inspired loyalty in people of all backgrounds. He would work people through his fingers, have them dancing in and out of hoops and thanking him for the honor. They would think “this man could only be the son of a king.” However, those who knew him best would look upon him and see the way he worked. He needed no hammer or anvil, for people were his tools and he, a master smith. Each tool worked under his careful guidance, quickly and efficiently forming masterpieces according to his will. His hands were not calloused, but those who served him knew that he would not need them to craft a new world. He would forge it in fire.

Winry Rockbell

She should have been a daughter of Hephaestus. She was muscular and deeply intelligent, strong of body and mind. She worked with machinery like it was second nature. She could look at any scrap heap, any pile of junk, and she could see what could be made of it, putting machinery together in her head, like pieces of a puzzle. It was her brother who said it best, before anyone else understood. “Your hands aren’t meant for killing people,” said he “they’re meant for helping them live.” It was years before anyone understood what he meant, after the war when she presented her greatest invention. Automail. Though she did not glow with inner light like her father, though she could not hold a tune or play an instrument or dance to a beat, though she could not hold a tune or play an instrument, though she had no passion for medicine, or weaponry of any sort (besides the occasional wrench), she could only be a child of Apollo. She was one who created miracles, one who healed what could not be healed.

Lan Fan

They spoke of a daughter of Hades. Who else could know the shadows and be content to walk among them? Who else could stand in the darkness, among ghosts and monsters, unafraid? Who else could know death so well that she would hold no fear of it? And so it was that she walked in shadow, remaining sullen and silent, a girl who stood apart from the rest. “She could only be a child of Hades” they said. Then they met her Prince. She walked in shadow, beside her Prince, with unfailing loyalty. She would make any sacrifice for him. To preserve his life, she gave herself to death, but did Hestia not devote her life to the hearth? The whispers were irrelevant. She knew the truth of herself. She was not light. She was not warmth. She was not home. She did not need to be, for he was light, and he was warmth, and he was home. He was her hearth, and as her mother before her, she protected him, unwavering.

Ling Yao

He was lighthearted and joyful, always ready with a quip or a joke for his friends, always ready with words of praise or thanks for those who served him. At celebrations he would weave through a crowd with glee and consume twice his weight in food and drink. He was a joy, and it was easy to feel comfortable in his presence, but death followed in his wake. He was surrounded by shadows. As the living whispered their secrets in his ear, unheard, he spoke to the souls of the dead, felt them near. It was only in battle that one might see his true skin, with narrowed eyes and hellfire written across his face. Flanked by his horsemen he would cut through the ranks of his enemies, flitting through the shadows, leaving only death behind. A son of Dionysus, they may have called him, had they not seen the way her wore that crown of rage and fire, had they not seen his walk of death. Jovial though his attitude may be, there was no denying his nature. A true Prince of the Underworld, was he.

Alphonse Elric

Polite and demure, with patience and endless kindness, there was not a soul who did not hold some affection for him. He held deep intelligence, of both the social and the intellectual strains. He was truly good, and well loved for it. His friends joked how their fathers claimed the wrong sons, how he was more the son of Apollo than his brother. It would have been easy then. He seemed to be sunshine, and life. He had more taste for healing and protection than for battle. He was more light than lightning. And yes, the people gathered around him, he held respect, and was deserving of it, despite his age and disposition. He stood firm, with all the ears and eyes that settled upon him, and walked among his peers. He felt no desire to stand above them. He was not thunder. He was not lightning. He did not need to be. He had no need of theatrical intimidation tactics. He never wanted a throne, nor a crown. The son of Zeus was more the King than his father, and he walked among those who would be his subjects, without arrogance or shame, for he was one of them. He had always been so.

Mei Chang

If Artemis could have born a child, it would have been she. Though she could not be a daughter of Artemis, she was a hunter. She had been the perfect candidate, She was as clever as she was beautiful, and she carried herself with a gentle sweetness that did not betray the fierceness with which she could fight. She treated those around her with kindness, she she repaid their loyalty, with loyalty in turn. She was compassionate and honorable in every way she knew how to be. She was passionate about the hunt, and compassionate for the wild and all of its creatures. She fought bravely and ferociously, efficiency written into every movement, knives flying to find their marks, acting as extensions of her being. None would have guessed her to be a child of Aphrodite, so dedicated was she, to her goddess, and her craft. She had no care for beauty, though she was beautiful all the same. Though it flowed through her skin, it was a pale imitation of her soul. She shined with moonlight.

Maes Hughes

The way he flitted about, seeming to befriend everyone and no one, his loud and boisterous mannerisms, the way he could brag and boast without revealing a thing about himself, it was all indicative of a son of the trickster god. But deception is often strategic, as are friends in high places, and being underestimated is an great advantage to anyone who knows how to utilize it properly. His deception was visible for the world to see, and it disguised more subtle truths. No son of Hermes could look into hell without flinching. No son of Hermes could be so prepared for the reality of war, or so capable of coming out of it undamaged. No. Though he could have been a son of Hermes, in truth, he was a son of Ares. It was those who opposed him, and those who fought at his side, who could see it clearly. When he was constructing a plan or following a lead, or digging for information, they saw battle rage in his eyes, just barely concealed behind a thin veil of joviality. When he fought on the battlefield they saw cold calculation, hidden behind a mask of righteousness. Knives flew faster than thought, war and survival of his very breath. A true son of Ares, that one.

Riza Hawkeye

Those who knew her briefly thought little of her: a paper pusher playing soldier, a daughter of Hermes with little talent of her own who only benefited from the accomplishments of the company she kept. Those who knew her for some time might have thought her an excellent marksman, a good soldier, perhaps a daughter of Apollo, or a hunter of Artemis. It was those who studied her closely, or knew her well, who might have noticed a quiet intelligence about her, though it was never among her most obvious or compelling traits. It didn’t need to be. She knew that being a daughter of Athena has never required memorization of facts or the ability to spit out useful information at a moments notice. There is more to wisdom than intelligence, and more to intelligence than book-smarts. She stood firm and watched those around her, those she cared for. She watched for strengths and weaknesses and saw where her friends and allies were lacking. She followed them knowingly, willingly, into folly, in the hopes that she might see something they cannot. She’s always had sharp eyes. But more than that, she hoped that she can save them, and she knew that books do not save lives. Guns do.

Izumi Curtis

She would seem to be a daughter of Athena, taking on only the brightest of students, those most willing and able to learn, but teaching everyone she meets. She holds great wisdom and shares it freely. She knows the truth of the world, and one cannot help but to learn something new about it each time they speak to her. She knows when to be firm, and when to be kind. She keeps no secrets, hides no knowledge. Wisdom belongs to anyone who cares to seek it, and she will tell anyone who asks. As her mind is open to the world, so is the truth of her parentage. She makes no secret of it. A humble housewife. A daughter of Hestia. She has no use for Athena’s battle strategy. War is of no interest to her. She will stay home, and she will love her husband, and she will preserve them both. She will fight in defense of that which she loves. Yes. That is the way of her. She will defend, protect, and preserve. No more. No less. A daughter of Hestia, she will keep her hearth safe for all those who love it, and so all those who leave may have a place to return to.

Oliver Armstrong

To many, she would seem to be an unstoppable force. They would see her victory against the mountain and the wind and the storm, and say “she is the storm.” They would see her rigid command and militaristic exterior and say “this one is a daughter of Zeus. Unmovable, impenetrable, her fort is Mount Olympus and she rules over it with an iron fist, thunder and lightning taken to human form. She commands the mountain. She commands the storm.” The truth of the matter is quite the opposite. While a mountain does not bend or break, it wears down over years of exposure to the forces of nature. While a storm seems unstoppable, it will eventually wane. She does not need to control the elements, such a power would do her no good. Instead, she outlasts them. She is a daughter of Poseidon. As waves wear stone to sand, she outlasts miles of enemy combatants. As rivers cut through miles of bedrock, she cuts through their forces, by bullet or by blade. She can outlast any who oppose her. If not the enemy, then the storm, for even lightning cannot damage the sea. Perseverance and change come easy as breathing to her. They are her birthright. She owns every inch of it, and still grasps for more. That is the way of her.

Scar

Those who know him now, know him as a son of Ares. There is hatred in in his eyes and steel in his heart. War seems to run through his veins, and he has become so very good at it. To those who see him, it seems as though bloodshed is all he knows. There was a time though, when he was young, when it was not so. Those who knew him then are now dead. No. He was not made by war, merely shaped by it. Those who knew him before would have seen the truth of it. He was a priest, one who takes all the good that he sees before him and sows it, distributes it out into the world so that it may grow in others. He was one who saw what was good and preserved it though long winters and dark storms. He rooted out the bad and allowed good to grow. Then war took him in its grasp, and when war became all he knew, it was war that he cultivated and spread. And so it was until he met someone who saw the beauty in him. She allowed him to set aside his war just long enough to see what he had reaped. He made the decision to burn away his crops, his hatred and his anger. He burns away his war and beings again. A son of Demeter may always choose to plant something new.

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