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Nemesis: Reformation (3)

Summary: Frank Castle didn’t expect to end up in a HYDRA base when he followed a lead intended for the syndicates. He also didn’t expect to find you barely conscious and tortured within an inch of your life. His decision to save you at that moment led you to spend the next ten years rebuilding yourself from the ashes of your former life. Frank Castle, Billy Russo, and Matt Murdock aid you in your quest for retribution until your old life catches up with you.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT AHEAD. polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language, physical insecurities, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, some light choking

A/N: Much thanks to @pigwidgeonxo and @venusofthehardsells for having a look just to check if I'm even making any sense. Also, hi @its-my-little-dumpster-fire. Do you still like Billy?

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2:3 Roast Beef

Waking up after finally facing someone connected with your purpose didn’t feel like anything you expected. You had been actively chasing after the people responsible, purposely unearthing information that could lead you to your goal. Killing the man who had left his signature permanently all over your skin and even deeper wounds in your soul was a victory. You should be celebrating. This was a win for you.

But all you felt was cold rage.

His death by your hands had awakened a hunger inside your already unstable psyche. A hunger for blood. It was ironic that the first time in years that you had felt in control, not as a victim of shit circumstance, was when you let loose the turmoil inside you.

The constant crippling ache of grief in your chest was all at once replaced with an echoing hollowness and a reinforced determination. Instead of relief, it only burned with more fury begging to be unleashed. And why shouldn’t you? The sorrow and trauma you had kept under tight control released and burned brightly in that last encounter. It consumed you, propelled you to kill with no remorse. This was a path of retribution you chose afterall, you reminded yourself. There was no relief, but there was a faint sense of accomplishment. You were a step closer to your goal and at the very least the decimated body you left would send a clear message.

You were coming for him.

You could be patient in your vengeance, but Billy and Frank were right. You needed to be ruthless. You knew that more than once blood would stain your own hands. You knew, but it was only now that you truly understood and now you have accepted it. There was one thing you didn’t count on and you weren’t sure how to feel about it yet. When you hurt your torturer, when you felt his life leave him by your hands, you liked it.

More than you expected.

More than you wanted to admit to yourself.

Frank barely recognized you when he saw you conscious again. His whole body went rigid as he felt the palpable shift in your demeanour. Your eyes now held a coldness that sent a shiver down even his spine; bitterness, resolution, and a calculating awareness now dominated your gaze. It filled him with apprehension and it only worsened as he saw you continually push yourself during training.

“She’s gonna kill herself with exhaustion if she keeps this up,” Billy muttered as he stood beside Frank, joining him as he watched you from a distance as you completely destroyed a sparring dummy with your bare hands.

He was going to have to order a few new ones along with cases of bullets and new targets for the range. It wasn’t just your hand-to-hand you had been working on. There was a notable difference with how you fought now too. Where all your past training with SHIELD and the Avengers moulded you to be more on the defensive, to take measured and careful actions to disarm or disable efficiently, now you were taking more of a relentless offensive. You were a war dog off your leash. You were either preparing yourself to face Goliath himself or you were trying to work out all that aggression inside you. At this point it could be either one, but they both knew all too well how destructive this type of hyper focus could be.

Especially when murder was the goal.

“Or she’s gonna get herself killed on a mission,” Frank grunted, shaking his head. “She’s bound to get reckless.”

“Speaking from experience?” Billy teased.

Frank glowered at him, but he was too worried about you to put any real threat behind it. The only thing that gave him a sliver of reassurance was the fact that you still continued to crawl into bed with him. The mindblowing sex aside, he was glad that you still came to him to ground yourself from the nightmares that now plagued both your sleep and your consciousness.

That meant you weren’t totally lost.

But Frank was. He didn’t know how to help you aside from holding you through the night. This was a problem that couldn’t be solved with his fists. You needed more. You needed something else.

“What she needs is an outlet. I have an idea,” Billy said as he started to stroll toward you. He turned back to Frank for a second to throw him a wicked grin that pulled at the Punisher’s nerves. “You’re not gonna like it though.”

Frank jogged after him, wanting to discuss this idea between the two of them first but Billy was already smiling down at your curious expression. He looked far too pleased with himself.

“Do we have a new lead?” you asked as you tugged at the wraps on your hands. There was a hopeful anticipation in your eyes and a hard set on your chin as you waited for Billy to respond.

“Not yet, but I have something else for you. I may have a way for you to repay my generous hospitality.”

“I’m not sucking your dick, Russo.”

A laugh erupted from his lips as you rolled your eyes at him, but the small lift at the corner of your lips said that you weren’t too bothered. You were used to him propositioning you on a regular basis by now and it had grown to be part of your regular banter.

“Just to be clear, I’ve been asking you out to dinner,” he said while wagging his brows, which didn’t exactly support his claim to innocence. “But if that date happens to end with your pretty mouth making a meal out of me then I’m not about to complain.”

You shook your head, silently chastising him for his filthy mouth despite the small thrill that ran down your spine. The charm on Billy Russo should be classified as a weapon. It was downright lethal.

“So what did you have in mind then?” Your brow raised as his grin grew wider. He was definitely up to some trouble.

“I need you to shoot up some gangbangers for me.”

“Fucking what?” Frank yelled, his scowl speaking volumes on his disapproval.

"I'll do it."

Frank turned his scowl over to you at your easy agreement. You shrugged and he just kept shaking his head.

"I need something to do."

Something to kill.

“Now now, Frankie. Just because you’re parking your dick in the pretty girl doesn’t mean you can make her decisions for her,” he clicked his tongue as he playfully scolded his best friend.

Your head tilted in thought at that. Billy apparently knew, it appears for a while now, that you and Frank were sleeping together and yet he still kept pursuing you. It wasn’t a secret, but neither of you had been advertising your new closeness either. Unless he was completely joking about asking you out, but you knew that he would follow through the moment you said yes. Very curious. There was also no malice in his teasing. A part of you had been a little worried about how he would react when he found out, but all you heard in his voice was something like intrigue. You pushed that aside for another time, having no mental capacity to unpack all that right now.

Right now you have a mission.

Billy was smirking down at you, completely ignoring Frank’s grumbled protests and his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. It wasn’t a hard decision. The moment he mentioned the task, the bloodlust that was resting just under your very skin roared to life and you couldn’t help your own lips curling into a wider grin.

“Let's go paint the town red, pretty girl.”

“It’s a date.”

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“I still think this is a bad idea, Blackbird” Frank grunted, scuffling could be heard over the comms coming from his end followed by a thick silence.

A row of unconscious bodies lined the back alley wall by the dumpster he was crouching behind. The night covered him as well as the narrow alley behind the local bar that was the known hangout place for this gang. Frank had been blitz attacking every sorry patron that came out the back to smoke or piss. It would take them out of the equation for a while and allow you a clean opening for your targets.

You understood why he didn’t like this idea. It meant more blood on your hands, blood that wasn’t even connected to your vengeance. It meant you were getting deeper and deeper into this life, but goddamn it you were itching to pull the trigger. Sure this time it was a few low level gangsters who had attempted to kidnap the child of one of Billy’s clients, a senator and his family he had been tasked to protect.

But what about next time?

“It’s just some anger management, Raven,” Billy chuckled from his rooftop perch three streets away, the faint sound of him tinkering with his sniper rifle travelled through the earpieces. “Two coming out. Last ones.”

Frank scoffed, knowing damn well that he offered this task for his own gain and he would probably continue to offer you similar ones in the future. Billy was a businessman and he saw an opportunity to please a client, help your growing agitation, and gain a new asset in you. Win-fucking-win. Frank could hardly do anything about it when you had so easily agreed so he resigned himself to doing his part.

"It's so cute how you two have pet names for each other," you said, teasing but lacking the previous sunny playfulness in your tone.

"They're not pet names," Frank snorted, huffing as the last one fell limp under his choke hold. "They're our old Marine code names. All clear, Blackbird?"

"Confirmed, Raven. Bartender should be moving to the backroom in five minutes as instructed," Billy said, his scope trained on the remaining three inside the bar. "Feeling left out, pretty girl? You can call me whatever you want."

You swear to god he winked. You couldn't see him, but you were sure of it. You rolled your eyes under the low hood of your jacket as you continued to pretend to be busy on your phone. You were sitting on the bus stop right across the bar as you waited for your cue to enter. You were leaning back and relaxed, looking just like any other civilian waiting for the bus but inside you your blood was roaring and your nerves were jumping in anticipation.

"We should give you a code name too though," Billy added, biding the time until he could signal you to go in.

"Hummingbird because you're a restless little shit," Frank suggested, the smile evident in his tone.

"Dead dove," Billy said to which both you and Frank snorted. "What? She is presumed dead."

"What about something cheesy then like Phoenix?" Frank snickered.

"Hedwig," Billy said and Frank hummed his agreement. "The fluffy snowy white owl in the wizard kid movies."

"Why can't I get a normal badass one like you guys? Why do I have to be a fictional bird?"

Because you weren't tainted like them.

At least that's what Billy thought. The code names that they carry weren't just a reminder of their brotherhood, but the darkened path that they previously walked together. He saw a spark of idealism and innocence in you when you first met. The world was still black and white to you, not the sickening variety of grey that Frank and Billy knew it to be. Even now your wrath was in the name of something good. Naming you something with humour was, to him, hopefully a reminder for you to hold on to your remaining light and for him to help preserve it. A snow white owl seemed appropriate.

"We can call you Pigeon instead. Your choice, pretty bird," Billy chuckled, far too pleased with his play on words.

"I hate you both."

"Lies," Billy laughed before his tone dropped to something more serious. "You're clear to enter, Hedwig."

You huffed as you rose to your feet, pocketing your phone while discreetly checking on your weapons. You placed your hands inside the pockets of your hoodie, a casual gesture but also meant to hide how your hands were slightly shaking. You forced yourself to take two steadying breaths before you opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit bar.

Three pairs of eyes immediately followed you as you made your way to a seat by the empty bar, consciously not making eye contact with your targets. Your fingers tapped on the sticky countertop, looking like you were just impatiently waiting for the bartender but you were waiting for someone else entirely.

"You wanna party, girlie?"

Predictable.

You turned on your seat and watched the small shock and slow satisfied grin grow on the man's features. Even mostly hidden by your hood, it was evident that you had a beautiful face and he was thanking whatever god he subscribed to for his luck as the corners of your lips lifted in what he thought was flirtatious amusement.

"You say that to all the girls? Even underaged ones you plan on kidnapping?"

His smile dropped immediately, confusion replacing it followed by anger as his fists clenched. His hand snapped out to grip your wrist tightly, pulling you close to him until you could smell the stale beer on his breath. Disgusting. You frowned at the stench of him and the proximity of his ugly face to yours, an expression he mistook for you feeling intimidated.

"What the hell are you on, bitch? Who fucking sent you?"

The nervousness you felt earlier eased out of your body. In its place was a sense of calm and focus. Here was a target. A bad man. A man who needed to be punished because who knew whose child they would try to kidnap next. What if next time they succeeded? The reasoning was sound in your mind. The logic justified what you were there to do. The small smile playing on your lips widened as the bloodlust rushed through you.

"The senator sends his regards."

He was too slow to react, too slow to process the shock and confusion as he registered your words. Your free hand slipped into the pockets of your hoody, pulling the trigger of your pistol immediately and shooting through the fabric. It hit him right in the gut causing him to stagger away from you, releasing your wrist in favor of uselessly trying to clutch at his profusely bleeding stomach. He stared at you with horror before his eyes faded and he dropped to the sticky floor with a loud thump.

If the silenced gunshot didn’t get their attention, then their companion dropping to the ground lifelessly in a pool of his own blood certainly did. The other two shot to their feet, chairs scraping loudly and bottles crashing to the floor with all signs of inebriation vanishing from the sudden threat.

They returned your shots as you made a jump to take cover behind the bar. Furniture went flying and clattered noisily. Your mind buzzed through the chaos as you calculated your next move, almost relishing the adrenaline pumping in your veins.

Their bullets continued to rain down on the front of the bar, the thick wood splintering loudly on impact but they didn’t sound like they were making any move to come closer. Fucking pussies. You rolled smoothly out of the other end of the bar, your gun poised and a sick grin on your face as you shot precisely at one of them.

Two shots to the back of the head.

You slid across the floor closer to the last man standing, grabbing a broken off chair leg along the way before lifting yourself to your feet fluidly while effectively knocking out the gun from his hand. One of your hands kept his arm hostage while the other shoved the sharp broken end of the chair leg through his throat.

You kept your gazes locked, unflinching even as his blood spurted from the wound and splashed across your face and neck. You watched the life drain from him, a cruel satisfied smirk on your lips as he slowly slid to the ground. You shoved his hand away from your grip as he went completely limp.

Suddenly all noise ceased in the bar and an eerie quiet filled it along with the unmistakable smell of blood and gunpowder. The room was in chaos. Gunshots decorated the bar and the furniture was thrown in disarray. Three dead bodies. You felt a little of the weight on your chest lift and that sense of achievement and satisfaction tugged at you.

You felt good.

"Not gonna lie, that was hot," Billy said with a whistle. "But you missed one."

"What?"

A bullet whizzed right past your ear, freezing you to your spot before it found its home in the forehead of a rather large brute who had just come out of the men’s room. His pants were still halfway done up, haphazardly held up in his rush to investigate the ruckus outside. He had his gun in his hand, but Billy had already gotten to him before he could even turn off the safety. You tilted your head to the side as he also fell dead to the floor before you raised an eyebrow toward your sniper, knowing he could see you through the scope.

“Seriously?”

“What? I always have your back, pretty girl, and I never miss.”

You shook your head as you came to the plain realization that despite your better judgment, you trusted him to have your back. Just like Frank and Curtis, you trusted Billy Russo with your life. They did bring you back from the dead afterall. You nudged the nearest bloody body with your boot, satisfied that they were all indeed dead. The other members of the gang will wake up in a couple of hours to find their comrades.

Your work here was done.

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The sound of idly dripping water from the recently turned off shower punctured through the silence of Anvil's locker rooms. Normally you wouldn't use the baths intended for the trainees and staff. Billy had given you his private quarters with an en suite in the facility that he used to occupy whenever he worked late. It kept you close to them and also hid you from the public while still allowing you to use the training amenities when everyone cleared out.

You were supposed to be a ghost. You only wanted one person in your past to know you were alive and that was only so he could know you were coming for him. You wanted him to know death was going to be visiting him. You wanted him to be terrified. The rest couldn't know you had survived.

Not yet anyway.

After the adrenaline had worn out, a sharp searing pain bloomed on your side. It was only then that you noticed a bullet had grazed you just on the upper part of your ribs and that the blood on your hoody wasn't just from your enemies tonight. It wasn't too bad. Maybe a couple of stitches, but it did hurt like a motherfucker.

You were much too tired to make it up three flights of stairs and the medical kit down here was more readily stocked than the one upstairs anyway. Billy had excused himself to his office to make some calls and Frank grunted his need for sleep. You were alone. You were standing in front of the sinks, using the mirrors that lined the walls to aid you in stitching the wound. You huffed in frustration and shook your head at the difficulty of twisting your aching body to reach.

A low chuckle and softly padding feet pulled your attention and you fumbled with the towel draped loosely around your hips to cover your half naked form. Fresh from the shower and intending to take care of your injury, you were only in your black panties and bra but you might as well have been stark naked with the predatory way Billy was looking at you as he approached.

“Let me help you with that,” he said, his voice low but with genuine concern.

"I'm good. It's fine."

You quickly stammered out your reply, flustered at the sudden company and desperately trying to cover up as much of your skin as possible. Billy noticed. It wasn't as much the fact that you were barely wearing anything, but more on what was laid bare because of it. He noted how you were particularly covering one side of your neck, a part of your torso, a space around your thighs. He noted how you were trying to keep your arms beneath the towel and how you were angling your body so your back wasn't seen by him or reflected by the mirrors. He noted how you refused to meet his eyes.

You were covering up your scars.

Billy knew firsthand how fierce you were. How powerful. How strong. How fearless. How terrifying. Just tonight alone showed that you were a force to be reckoned with. Right now you looked so vulnerable and small. So unsure of yourself. Ready to tuck tail and run. It pained him and his heart clenched for your sake. He realized then how you had always been in long sleeves and hoodies. Even when you were sweating during training, you remained covered up. It knew now that it wasn't about modesty, but more of shame.

You had no reason to be. Not about this. Not about anything. Not if Billy had any say in it. He made a snap decision and before you could even give in to your instinct to bolt out of there, he had whipped his own shirt off himself. Your mouth dropped open as he revealed broad shoulders, lean muscle, chiseled abs, and a tapered waist. He looked like he stepped out of a goddamn romance novel. Heat flared on your face and somewhere much lower, your eyes darkening with inappropriate desires. You shook your head before they could fully take form in your mind.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Instead of answering you, he grabbed one of your wrists. He pried it free from the death grip you had on your towel, the fabric falling freely and now only held up by one hand. He held your palm low on his abdomen, just above the waistband of his jeans. You were too shocked to really react, surprised by how hot his skin felt.

"Gunshot wound. A militia in the Middle East ambushed us. We didn't know they had snipers waiting for us. I survived."

It took you a while to register his words and the raised discolored patches of skin beneath your fingers. You looked up at him, your expression morphing to angry confusion but he kept his own neutral and gentle even. He guided your hand upwards to his toned chest, his heartbeat feeling as quick as your own.

"Ka-Bar knife. Russian spy. I survived."

He moved your hand again and your entire arm felt like it had been electrocuted. He rested it just below his shoulder, a breath away from his collarbone. You swallowed and grimaced at how dry your throat felt.

"Metal pipe. New York mafia. I survived."

He went on for a while, dragging your hand across parts of his body and telling you stories of each earned scar until your expression had softened and the tension in your body relaxed. You chose to focus on his words instead of the steady heat building at your core from each touch.

"What happened to the one who gave you this?" you asked after one particularly gruesome scar on his bicep.

"Dead. You're not the only one who likes to settle scores,” he said, a small smug smirk on his face before it turned more serious again. “I killed all of them. Except this one.”

He raised your hand toward his face, running it along his hairline from the top of his forehead to just behind his ear. You winced at the long raised scar that was just hidden by his thick black hair. It was a horrid scar and it felt like his skull was almost cracked wide open. For all the time you’ve spent with Billy, it was only now that you even noticed this part of him. You felt a twinge of guilt at never really taking the time to get to know him.

“Who did this to you?”

“Frank,” he said with a sad smile as he refused to meet your shocked eyes. “I deserved it.”

You didn’t ask questions. You knew part of this story of theirs from Frank and though you were curious, this didn’t seem like the right time. You smiled gently at him, your hand falling to cup his cheek.

“Why are you telling me all this, Russo?”

“Because I survived,” he said simply, meeting your puzzled look this time. “Just like you did.”

Heat crept up to your face, embarrassed at how he was basically calling you out. It was subtle. He didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t need to. What he was saying was that you were a survivor. The scars were a testament to your resilience. The marks were proud battle scars. They were trophies.

You willed yourself not to look away from his darkening gaze as he tugged the towel off you, the corner of his lip curling as the air sizzled around you both. The towel fell with a heavy plop on the floor, leaving you in only your underwear and your breath caught as he lifted a finger to trail along the marred skin along the side of your neck. He took his turn to touch you slowly, leaving a blazing trail down your collarbone and leading down one arm.

He smiled lazily down at you, his eyes hooded as his hand moved to graze along your hip before winding to your back. Your body went rigid but his eyes were softly reassuring and coaxed you to relax back against his featherlight touch. Your back was where the worst of your scars were, spiraling and crawling all over in a mesh of broken skin. Here under the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom and with all the mirrors lining the wall, there was nowhere to hide from his perusal. You had never felt more naked in your life.

It scared you.

It thrilled you.

His palm came to rest low on your back, pushing you flush against him and trapping you against the counter. His body felt hot against yours, his lean muscles pressing on your softness and his jeans rough on your skin. He tilted his head and leaned in, your lips now inches apart and your breaths mingling in the tiny space. Your heart raced with anticipation as your eyes alternated between his smoldering gaze and his tempting lips.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

His head swooped in then, halting any further thought with a searing kiss. You shuddered against his lips, a soft sigh escaping you and allowing him to slip his tongue in to taste you better. He held you with a hand to the back of your neck, ensuring you can’t escape. As if you wanted to. As if you had any capacity to think of anything else except how electric his lips felt.

Your body arched toward him and his free hand roamed your skin, this time with more pressure. He pressed. He gripped. He squeezed. Each heated touch stroking the fire inside you and shooting straight to your core. More. You wanted more. The frenzy built between you and soon your hands grew more desperate to touch more, your body aching to press harder against him. Your arms wound around his neck, your hands burying in his hair and tugging.

He growled into your mouth and lifted you onto the counter, ripping your remaining clothing off your body. Large hands cupped your breasts and squeezed, making you gasp. He pulled his mouth away from yours but kept his face close, carefully watching your expressions with blown eyes. One hand tweaked your nipples while the other traveled down your body to test your folds, lifting one of your legs along the way and propping it up on the counter to spread you open for him.

“Been dying to taste you, pretty girl.” He kissed you quickly before dipping a finger inside you. Your hands gripped tighter around his shoulder as you squirmed. “Can’t wait to feel you strangling my cock with your pretty little cunt.”

Your pussy clenched at his words and he chuckled. “Yeah, just like that.”

His movements were deliberately slow, torturous but with just enough pressure to have you panting for more as the pleasure built inside you. His mouth came down to nip at your lips, trail his tongue along the skin of your shoulders, and bite at the column of your neck. A hazy cloud of lust enveloped you and lulled your mind, pushing your insecurities away and leaving room only for all he was giving you. Everything else in the room faded away and the sudden closing of the locker doors jarred you to alertness.

Your eyes widened as they snapped toward the door. Frank. You panicked as you looked at him standing there in a wide stance and an unflinching stare, your heartbeat now racing for a whole other reason. Guilt bit at you as you tried to grasp at anything to cover your nakedness up with, your hands doing little to shield you but Billy wasn’t having any of it. He gripped you by the thighs, spreading you even wider and flashing you a grin full of deviance. You shook your head and tried to hiss at him, switching between looking at the two men.

“Don’t mind me,” Frank said, his voice coming low and raspy. It sent delectable shivers down your spine as he began to undress. “I just came for a shower.”

You sat frozen to the spot, conflicted between leaping to a hasty exit or grinding your pussy against Billy’s fingers. Your eyes though couldn’t help but follow Frank as he walked toward the showers, taking the area just to the left of the one directly in front of you. You had a perfect view of him and that meant he had a perfect view of you.

“You’re gripping me so tight right now, pretty girl,” Billy whispered next to your ear. You grabbed his wrist, but it did little to stop him from stretching you open in front of his bestfriend. “And so fucking wet too. You like Frankie watching you, don’t you?”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but all that came out was a sharp moan as he thrust his fingers hard and curled them. He chuckled as he watched your hesitance slowly drain away to be replaced by that desire again. He kissed the side of your jaw and kept his lips there, keeping your head turned toward Frank.

“Don’t worry. He likes watching you too.”

His words registered late, the tightening in your core distracting you from Frank’s presence. Frank had water pouring down his head and trailing down his body in the most erotic water show you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but follow the streams down until you saw something that made your breath hitch.

Frank was rock hard.

Your eyes traveled up and met deep brown eyes that were already watching you. If his proud hard on wasn’t enough to convince you then the feral lust in his blown eyes certainly did.

“Told you,” Billy said with a breathy laugh. “Let’s give him something to really watch.”

That was all the warning you got before he dropped to his knees and latched his mouth over your aching clit. You yelped in surprise, your hand flying out to clutch onto his dark hair. His free arm banded over your hips, keeping you in place as his mouth and fingers worked in tandem to drive you to insanity. In no time at all he had your thighs shaking around him and harried panting was all you were capable of.

“Billy,” you whined, all your reservations thrown to the wind in the face of your burning need to cum. “Please.”

He groaned and the vibrations made your toes curl. He picked up his pace, scissoring into you rapidly and sucking on your bud with purpose. You chanced a look at him and the intense hooded look in his eyes, commanding you to let go, was enough to push you off the cliff you were teetering on. You came with a scream, your hips rocking against his face and your hand pulling his head closer to your core. Your release came wave after wave, his attention still not letting up until you were cumming again. He held you as you convulsed, drinking up everything you had to offer until you fell back against the mirror limply.

Billy crawled up your body and pulled your head to crash his lips against yours, your taste on his tongue in your mouth was making you delirious. He kissed you hungrily, impatiently, as he fumbled with the opening of his jeans. Your hands clung to his chest, his neck, his shoulders. Anywhere you could steady yourself on. You felt his rapid heartbeat match yours and his obvious eagerness sent another wave of wetness to your core.

“You can choke on my cock later, pretty girl. If I don’t get inside you right now I might just kill someone.”

You shrieked as he pulled you off the counter, setting you on your feet and spinning you around to face the mirror. His long fingers wrapped around your neck, tipping your chin to look directly at the reflection. He bent you over just enough to lift your ass at the perfect height for him, wasting no time and sheathing himself in your heat. You gasped at his length, deliciously curving and reaching places you didn't even know a cock was capable of. He groaned as he felt your walls grip him, his other hand digging into your hip.

"Fucking hell. You feel even better than you taste. Fuck!"

Your eyes started to flutter close as he started to pound into you, immediately punishing as if he just couldn't hold back. As if the feel of you was too good for him to exercise any form of restraint. It felt too good. It felt so fucking good.

"No," he snapped, his hand on your neck tightening to get your attention. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch."

He lifted your knee up on the counter, spreading you wider and giving you a view of how your pussy kept sucking him back in desperately. Each time he pulled out you saw his shaft coated in your slick. God, you were so wet.

"I want you to watch how beautiful you look taking my cock."

He jerked your head when your eyes threatened to close again. Your eyes flew open as he snapped his hips, jolting you forward and making your breath catch. Each forceful thrust broke you, taking apart all your doubts and pushing you toward another orgasm.

"I want you to watch how much of a rabid fucking animal I am for your pretty little cunt."

Your gaze focused on him and fuck it if he didn't look exactly like he said. His hair was a mess and falling in front of his handsome face. A light sheen of sweat covered him, adding to the menacing feral look in his black eyes. His lips were curled in a half sneer, half smirk that was pure masculine arrogance.

"I want you to watch how crazy you're making Frank."

Frank. You had completely forgotten that Frank was bearing witness to Billy completely defiling you. You froze as you searched for him and what you saw almost made you cum on the spot. The shower was still running and beneath the stream Frank was furiously fucking his hand, mirroring the way Billy was ramming into you.

Billy's hand coming around to thrum on your clit had your legs almost giving out. Your body relaxed once more in his arms, forced to submit to his unrelenting pace. You could feel your orgasm wind tight in your core and Billy groaned as he felt you start to clamp tighter around him.

"Come on. Nearly there," he said between ragged breaths. "Fucking give it to me."

Tighter and tighter. Higher and higher. Your eyes went to Frank again just in time for you to see him throw his head back, his jaw clenched tightly as white streams of his cum spurted onto the tiles. God, he looked damn good cumming.

You screamed as your orgasm hit you like a truck, your whole body shaking as your hands clawed at the counter. Your vision blurred with white spots but you kept them open, greedily wanting to watch Billy finish too.

"Fucking hell!" Billy growled, slamming sloppily into you.

He fucked you through your orgasm, not giving a damn that you were oversensitive and wrecked. A few more hard thrusts was all it took to have him grunting loudly as he spilled inside you. He collapsed on top of you, pressing you onto the cold counter as you both tried to regain control of your breathing. His weight and the feel of his heated sweaty body on yours felt oddly comfortable. You were both going to need another shower.

Frank stalked toward you, still fully naked and with water still dripping down his body. You were still sensitive from your release, your senses still buzzing and now laced with nervousness at how he's going to react to all this. He grasped your chin to turn your face toward him, planting a firm kiss on your lips while his best friend still had his softening dick inside you and his cum leaking around your pussy. His lips curled at the corner when you parted.

"Don't forget to turn the lights off when you come to bed," he mumbled before winking at you. "No rush."

He left you shocked and speechless as he sauntered off, leaving you with a rather nice view of his firm ass as he grabbed a fresh towel from the racks before exiting through the door. Did that really just happen? You had so many questions racing through your mind and it was Billy's breathy laugh filled with amusement at your struggle that pulled you back before your brain could overheat.

"So I was thinking that we needed a new strategy about Salvacion."

Your brows furrowed at the sudden change of topic, badly disorienting you given what you had just shared and who witnessed it. You shook your head to focus.

"You're really bad at pillow talk, Russo."

He laughed and you found that you liked the sound of it. You always had it seemed. He bent down to kiss you, tongue swiping for a moment against yours and his hips thrusting just that little bit.

Tease.

"Pillow talk is when we're done. I'm not even halfway done with you tonight," he mumbled against your lips, punctuating his words with a playful bite. "But stop distracting me. Whispers of the incident at the bar are already making the rounds and people are asking questions."

"What kinds of questions?" you asked, trying your hardest not to push your hips back against him. Your back was arching against him and your neck craned to the side as you looked at him through the mirror.

"They're curious to know who ordered the hit and who took it. The mercenary business is a tight community. They wanna know about the new female player on the board."

"Somebody saw?" you asked. It wasn't ideal that news would reach Jill or the Avengers about you. That was a complication you didn't want to face yet.

"Not enough to identify you," he said, brushing off your worries with a soft kiss on your shoulder. "The most they can possibly dig up is that you would have taken the request from Anvil or the senator. Either won't be a problem."

You nodded, a small frown forming as you thought. Anvil was known to employ more discrete security for special cases. Frank would sometimes take some of those assignments as The Punisher and hardly anyone would be surprised to think that the senator had sent someone to clean up after they had hurt his child. You gnawed on your lip as you worked through your worries before staring up at Billy with curiosity.

"You mentioned a new strategy?"

He beamed at you as he nodded. "We've been playing it safe this whole time, waiting and chasing down small leads. Backtracking and retracing what we know so far is not getting us closer fast enough."

A chord struck in you at how he was referring to all of you as a team. You had always been independent and so self-reliant. From supporting yourself and your sister to even when you were with the Avengers. You never felt like you were part of a team. Even with Frank and Billy by your side, you had still remained in that mentality that you were doing this all on your own.

You decided to change that.

Billy was right. By now, you all knew that Salvacion was too careful to leave any breadcrumbs for you to follow. It was irritating the hell out of you and it made you even more restless. He was just as much a ghost as you were and he knew far more about this world than you did. It was easier for him to hide. He might not even be aware that you were alive or if he did then he couldn't care less about you.

He didn't see you as a threat.

Yet.

"What are you suggesting?"

"We get his attention. We use you as bait."

“How?” you said, raising a brow.

"By rebranding you." You rolled your eyes as he talked to you all business, but with that mischievous smirk and glint in his eyes. "You'll take more hits, establish your reputation as a merc. It will open opportunities for you to access people and information that deal with the shit he does."

"You think we'll find something this way?"

"Or he might get curious and come out himself," he added. "We can set you up for some gear. Cover you completely so you can remain anonymous if that's what you want. I don't think a big ass spray painted vest with a skull on it is your style."

You snorted a laugh at the small dig at Frank. No, it wasn't your style. Your lips curved into a decided smile, your eyes now dancing with excitement.

"So where do we start?"

Billy smiled widely at you, pleased that you were happy with his suggestion. He kissed the side of your head and breathed in.

"Well every brand needs a name and I think you've outgrown Y/N."

Your smile flashed with sadness for a moment. You had outgrown your name. You weren't that person anymore. When Lily died, Y/N died with her. At the very least, she wished that she did. You spared a moment to mourn your younger self before you steeled your resolve. This was a new chapter. You were a new person. This was your rebirth, your reformation.

"Any ideas?"

"Yeah. How about Nemesis?"

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Partners (Din Djarin x oc/reader)

Recluse series pt. 1

Pairing: Din Djarin x oc!bountyhunter/f!reader hybrid (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: before events of season 1, cursing, mentions of sexual harassment, canon typical violence/death (let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: over 7.4 K

Summary: Din Djarin was one of the best hunters in the Guild but when bounties aren’t abundant and someone appears to one-up him, he resorts to something that differed from everything he preferred.

Notes: This idea hit me and I HAD to write it. I am not sure how many parts this is going to be yet but I am very excited for the dynamic between these two characters! Let me know what you think and I will be making a tag list for this series, so let me know if you want to be added.

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Almost on the same day, every week for years now, Din Djarin did the same thing. He landed the Razor Crest on the planet of Nevarro, traveled into town, and went to the same cantina he had gone to every single time.

Life was just a constant, repetitive cycle. Go to Nevarro. Get the credits and new fobs. Hunt the bounties. Back to Nevarro. An endless habit he had formed. And Din was content with that, perhaps even happy with it. It was a peaceful existence, at least as peaceful as it got for a man whose profession was being a bounty hunter. Bounties for him provided a challenge sometimes, almost like a puzzle, but never took too much out of him. Though he wouldn’t admit it and was never one to brag like many other bounty hunters, he was exceedingly talented at his job and hunting bounties was never the hardest part of his job. He could do it for years and probably never think twice about it. It was just who he was, had been for longer than he cared to remember. Hunting bounties was something he could do with his eyes closed. It was familiar and a task he did spectacularly and with ease.

The part that was the most difficult for Din Djarin was landing on Nevarro and getting his credits. He could spend days searching for a bounty. He could get into dirty brawls with them. He could even sustain injuries from his job. But he always swore that the days he went to Nevarro were always the most tiresome and draining.

He wasn’t good with people. Never had been and never really cared to be. He was a Mandalorian and a bounty hunter, a pairing that didn’t seem to go well with socializing and certainly didn’t lead to one becoming a ‘people person’. He supposed the only people he allowed in were other Mandalorians, the ones hidden in the covert on Nevarro. But even they weren’t what he would consider to be friends, per say. Just merely acquaintances solely because they could understand each other’s lifestyle and swore by the same Creed. And maybe if walking into the cantina that the Guild used had meant he would have sit down with a Mandalorian, it would be tolerable and less tiresome. But it didn’t. Every time he strolled in, he was met with the booming voice and greedy smile of Greef Karga, along with the fleeting glances and whispered words of the other bounty hunters who took frequent refuge within the walls of the cantina.

Din supposed he was bizarre in some ways but it never become so glaringly obvious until he walked into the cantina. These were supposed to be his people. These were men and women and people and creatures who worked the same job he did, though most didn’t do it with as much skill or dedication as he did. But he watched these bounty hunters in this bar every week, sharing drinks and light conversations. Saw the way their faces would light up when they saw a friend or familiar face. How they laughed and talked to each other like it was the easiest thing in the galaxy. And Din never understood how or why they did it. Sometimes he felt like the very droids he despised. Like he was merely a machine with a limited scope of emotion, except for the anger and hurt that secretly plagued him for so many years. All he did was work, because work brought him peace. And it was something he could do alone. But this... people stuff was something he couldn’t even begin to attempt. Instead of trying, he gave his short answers and frequently responded in silence, probably making those around him uneasy. And perhaps he could blame it on his past or on being raised by Mandalorians, but it was just who Din Djarin was at this point and nothing was changing that.

So as always, he felt his mind become weary and his body more tired as he entered the cantina. He paid as little attention to his surroundings as possible, at least as little as a man whose job required one to be so aware. He didn’t look at the people or nod in their direction. His eyes just landed upon the only man he needed to talk to, to find him enthusiastically speaking to a Twi’lek. He marched over to the booth where Greef Karga sat, his booming voice getting louder and louder as he neared. He paid no mind to the conversation, not taking note of the person whom Greef was conversing with as he reached the table and dropped his tracking fobs onto it. The array of multiple fobs clattered on the metal of the table, all of which had lights that were no longer blinking. The conversation between the Guild agent and the creature paused and both looked up at the Mandalorian before them.

“Welcome back, Mando.” Greef chuckled, trying to ease the uncomfortable tension that settled into the booth as Din started blankly down at him. The Twi’lek awkwardly rose from her seat, giving Karga a nod to say goodbye and not giving a second glance to Din. He didn’t mind though. He was used to it. People in general weren’t too fond of Mandalorians, or bounty hunters for that matter. But even the bounty hunters here never went out of their way to converse with Din, the rare ones who had ever tried quickly giving up at the wall Din had surrounded around him.

Din gave no response, not even an indication that he had heard Kargas words. He simply brought his body down to the booth, his hands pressed flat against the smooth metal table as he lowered his heavy body weight into the seat. He sat directly across from Karga and brought his hand to push the tracking fobs closer to the man.

Karga let out a sigh and reached out to look at them, giving a nod. “You have to kill any of them?” He asked, and Din found himself grateful that he was sticking to business. Karga was one to push his buttons, often trying to spark conversation with Din about a variety of topics, whether it be his own travels or the fragile balance of the galaxy. Sometimes he considered that Karga did it on purpose, just to annoy him, but Din thought that in reality it was just the kind of person the man was.

“One of them.” Din answer plainly. Karga looked up at him, as if waiting for an explanation but Din didn’t add anything else.

“Well, good job.” Karga brought the fobs closer to him and put them on the seat besides him. He then brought a satchel out from one of his inner pockets of his vest, bringing it out. “Now, I’ve got a deal for you. I can give you twice the amount of credits if you want these Imperial ones I have.”

Din almost sighed, showed a hint of the immense exasperation he felt. Karga did this nearly every week, and Din was sure he wasn’t the only one he did it to. After the fall of the Empire, he had a surplus of Imperial credits that were no longer valid for the most part, only a few very rare and shady places taking them, either because they were desperate or believed the Empire would return. Ever since then, Karga spent week after week hoping some poor schmuck would take them off his hands. “Those credits are useless now.” Din said, giving the same response he always did.

Karga nodded, already expecting the usual reply. He put the one satchel back in his pocket before pulling a smaller one out and placing it down on the table, sliding it to Din. One of his gloved hands grabbed the bag, grasping it completely in his hands and feeling the weight of it.

Greef once again reached into his pocket, pulling out a variety of fobs before putting them down on the middle of the table. Din looked down at them. One... two... three. “What is this?”

The man sat across from him shrugged and gave Din a small smile, the same one that always seemed to be on his face. “Mando, you aren’t my only hunter. I don’t have a lot of bounties this week. It’s going to be a light one for you.”

Din now let out a sigh, wanting Greef to be aware of how inconvenient this was for him. “Do you know how expensive gasoline is alone?”

Karga nodded slowly, as if he understood but Din highly doubted he did. If his demeaning and arrogant attitude wasn’t enough to give him away, the fine fabrics he always wore were. The Guild paid agents like the one Din sat with now very generously, giving Karga a percentage of each bounty he gave even though he did no work besides handing the fob to the hands of one more capable than him. Din supposed a job like that made sense for a man like Greef, having heard rumors that he was a banished politician with a shady background. “I’m sorry, Mando. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I want you to give me more bounties.”

“As I said, you aren’t my only-“

The mans word were broken by a familiar sound. One that was familiar to Din, one he had made himself only moments ago. He didn’t raise his head to find the source of it, merely looking into the middle of the table where a pile of fobs now had landed. All without their red lights blinking away. And six of them. Six fobs from what Din was hoping was not one person.

“Well, you are three days early.” Greek responded, his classic grin back on his face as he looked to his right and upwards, at the person standing before them. Three days early and they took down six bounties? Din allowed his helmet to tilt in the direction Greef was looking, just as a horrible screeching rang out through the cantina. Everyone paused as the sound of a metal chair scraping against the ground rang out for what seemed like several seconds, though it was only a couple. As soon as the chair stopped in front of the table and the person who had moved it plopped down into their seat, the background noise of the cantina resumed. Din looked at the person sat between himself and Karga and found himself confused. Though Din wasn’t a people person, he recognized many of the hunters. After years of coming here, if only once a week for a handful of minutes, you still came to recognize people. But the face of the woman was not one he recognized.

She didn’t turn to look at Din, just staring back at Karga as she brought her hands up to cross at her chest. She had a rough expression, one that Din thought probably eerily matched the one he wore whenever he sat with Karga. She didn’t reciprocate the smile that the Guild agent gave her or show any indication that she cared. She simply stared back down at him in what Din must have guessed was an intimidating look. Though Din himself wasn’t intimidated. Just intrigued. Intrigued by the large scar that ran across her face but mostly by the six tracking fobs laid out on the table for him to count over and over again. Karga had always told him the most he could give out at a time was five bounties. Yet here he was handing six over to a woman he didn’t even recognize.

“Give me harder bounties and maybe I will only be two days early next week.” She plainly responded, no tinge of amusement to her words.

Karga cleared his throat. He was used to the rough types and used to the silence that Din treated him with every week, but Din could tell that the man didn’t know what to do with a normal bounty hunter, particularly a woman, not giving him any attention.

Greef simply looked back at Din and brought the smile that had just slightly faded back to its usual. “Mando, have you ever met my friend here? This is Bullet. Bullet, this is Mando.” He gestured a hand between Din and the woman who now quirked up an eyebrow but didn’t spare a glance over at the Mandalorian. Karga had clearly been hoping for an introduction of sorts, at least a slight nod in each other’s direction but both parties just looked back at him. They were both here for the same thing: bounties.

“I need my credits. And don’t try to hand off any of that Imperial shit like you do every week.” Din almost, just almost, wanted to chuckle at her words and the mutual disdain they held for Karga’s sleazy Imperial credits but he just stared straight ahead.

Karga pulled another pouch from inside his vest. one that Din noted was visibly larger than the one he had been handed. He finally let his gaze wander back to the woman, who snatched the bag from Kargas hands and pulled the draw strings of it, looking in for a minute before giving out a satisfied hum. “Good. Now I need more bounties.”

“As I was explaining to Mando here, I don’t have a lot of bounties this week.” Karga began but the woman, who must of been called Bullet, let out a pfft and shook her head.

“Did the galaxy run out of criminals or something? Everyone decided to be on good behavior this week?” For the first time, a bit of sarcasm swirled around her words.

“No. But less people want to pay the price for a clean job.” Karga explained and Din supposed that was probably one thing that he could trust from the agents mouth. People were less and less willing to pay good credits for a bounty hunter to cleanly do the job, not when they figured they could hire someone with little to no experience to do the job. If the bounty is most likely going to end up dead in the end, what was the point of a clean job?

“How many bounties are we talking?” She asked.

“Three.”

“Fuck.” She hissed and finally she looked over at Din, her eyes just narrowing slightly. “How many is he offering you?”

“Three.” Din responded and she shook her head before turning back to Karga.

“I’ll take his three.”

“What?” Din asked, his voice rising just slightly. Who the kriff did this woman think she was?

“I can’t give you his bounties, Bullet.” Karga explained and for once, Din found himself grateful for the man.

“I’ve heard about this Mandalorian. He’s been doing the job for years, right?” Karga slowly nodded. “Big boy here can take a break for a week. Right?

“No.” Din hissed through his modulator but the woman paid him no mind.

“I’m not giving you his bounties.” Karga repeated and she let out a huff, beginning to slouch in her chair.

“This is bullshit. I would use almost all the credits from three bounties for gasoline and upkeep of my ship alone.” Din wanted to nod in agreement but didn’t want to give the woman who tried to steal his credits any fuel to continue on.

“I’m sorry.” The man said with a small shrug. But the woman just leaned forward, a strand of hair falling in front of her face as she brought her hands to the table.

“Come on. You’ve always got a secret bounty hidden somewhere. What is it this week?”

Din found himself intrigued, having never known about secret bounties. He leaned forward and watched as Karga slowly looked between the two bounty hunters, feeling their eagerness.

“There is one.”

“Fucking bingo.” She muttered but any hope she may of felt dissipated with the sharp shake of Kargas head.

“You won’t be interested. Neither of you will.”

Din couldn’t think of much he wouldn’t do and the woman must of felt the same, scoffing. “Screw off, Karga. What is it?”

“I have one very expensive bounty. Worth more than the bounties I have for both of you combined.”

That sounded good to Din. “What’s the catch?” The woman asked.

“They want two people on this job. Requires partners.”

There was one of the things Din wouldn’t do. “I don’t work with people.” Din finally spoke again.

“Neither do I. Pretty sure you said it was for best too.” The woman said, giving Karga a knowing look.

“I agree with that, Bullet. That’s why I wasn’t going to mention it.”

“I can do the job on my own. Just tell the client you sent two. They don’t have to know.” The woman explained. Din’s head lolled over to look at her, aimed right at her and she finally looked back up at him. But there was no hesitance, fear, or discomfort. She couldn’t see his expression but her face matched his own as she sharply looked back at him. What was with this lady?

“Bullet, I will not-”

“Give him my three bounties. That way he can have six. And I’ll take this job.”

“Or you can take the six and I’ll do this job.” Din responded and the woman finally let out a laugh, though it sounded more dry and raspy like there was absolutely nothing she found even remotely funny.

“I’ve heard about you, Mando. Apparently you’re good. But I’m better.” She said cockily and Din tilted his helmet at her.

At this point, Din probably should have taken the six bounties and let her take the big one. It probably wasn’t that much more and in all honesty, Din never was one who needed an exuberant amount of credits in his pocket. Enough for food, his ship, and a few things here and there. Din was a natural minimalist with a lifestyle that was by no means lavish. Six bounties would be more than enough, more than he usually got in fact.

But he didn’t like the way this woman was looking at him. How she was demanding everything for herself. Din usually let things slide, but he was feeling stubborn. He wanted this job. Just to prove the point.

“Well, neither of you are getting it on your own. The client wants partners so the job will be given to partners. I have somebody in mind already.”

“Let me guess: the two idiots at the bar.” the lady muttered in response as she briefly looked behind her, in the direction of the bar. Din looked the same way, finding two men sat at the bar looking completely inebriated and frankly idiotic as they chuckled away stupidly.

“I owe them a favor after what you did to their friend.” Karga said and Din turned back to the woman just in time to find her rolling her eyes dramatically.

“That wasn’t my fault.”

“They wanted your head on a spike.”

“Maybe they should of taught their friend some damn manners.” She spat, now looking beyond pissed at this point. She then stilled, taking a deep breath with her eyes closed before looking back up at Karga. “You and I both know those guys are idiots. And if the job is so important that it requires two people, you don’t want to give it to those bantha fodders.”

Karga stilled and Din knew that he knew she was right. If Din had to guess, Karga was never even going to give the bounties to the two men sat at the bar. He’d be putting his reputation on the line just by doing so. He just wanted Bullet to drop the topic.

Din let out a sigh and adjusted in his seat, leaning forward. “How many credits is it?”

The woman joined him, also leaning forward. “Yeah, is this some bullshit where it’s barely more than what I usually get?”

“No. It’s worth ten thousand credits. Each.”

Din’s jaw dropped just slightly within the helmet and he watched the woman’s eyes widen and her mind begin to process the ridiculous amount. Din couldn’t recall a time he had ever been offered that much money for a single bounty. “Fuck. What did someone do to earn a twenty thousand credit bounty on their head?” the woman said, asking the very same question running through his own mind.

“The guy was from Coruscant. Worked with some very powerful men and decided to steal a lot of credits from them. Worth a lot more than the high bounty on his head. They want the man alive, along with all the credits.” Karga explained.

“Where is he?” Din asked. He couldn’t believe he was considering it, but it was an enticing offer. Not just because of the credits. Hell, the credits weren’t even the biggest part of it though he wouldn’t admit it. Perhaps it was because he wanted to see this woman in action. See if she really was someone worthy of six bounties in one week, just to get them all done days early. And maybe he also was hoping he was better and she would have to swallow her snarky words about how she was better.

“Rumored he is on Tatooine. Name is Ceradov. No last name.”

“I can do this easy. You know I’ve got connections on Tatooine.” The woman responded and now Din wanted to force her to shut up. Everybody had connections on Tatooine. He himself had been there several times. It was a very common place for criminals to run to and had quiet the group of bounty hunters there itself if rumors were true about underground crime lords that ran things there. Of course any bounty hunter, at least any one worth anything, would know Tatooine relatively well.

“I know. Which is why you would be a good fit. So would Mando. But like I said, it would require-”

“That I play nice with the Mandalorian here.” She finished his sentence and Karga nodded. She let out a loud sigh and brought a hand to rub at her head before peaking over at the Mandalorian, eyeing him with a suspicious expression. “Ten thousand credits sounds nice to me.”

Din nodded slowly. “Not bad.”

She rolled her eyes at his plain answer and leaned towards him a little. “I can play nice if you can keep up with me.”

Din considered his options. The first of which was the simplest and probably the one he should choose. He should say no, take the three bounties, and just deal with the light week. Stick to himself like he always did. The prices of these bounties weren’t worth much but half of the reason Din did this job was too simply keep his mind and body busy. It wasn’t what he wanted but he could deal.

The other option was to give in to the twinge of curiosity that thrummed within him. See what this woman was made of and get a very generous bounty out of it. It required working with a person, which he never did. And never did he once think he would consider working with someone like her - someone so cocky and sure of themselves. But six bounty fobs meant there had to be some talent behind the ego. And Karga knew of his status and Din hoped he wouldn’t let him pair up with someone who wasn’t capable.

He looked back at her face, at how her eyebrows were scrunched and her eyes were narrowed in on him. He could see it, how badly she wanted the bounty. Ten thousands credits was enough for her to push her own hesitation aside and he could see how she couldn’t say no. She wanted this. Badly.

And maybe secretly, Din wanted it just as badly.

“Fine.”

She let out a small grin and nodded, rising from her seat and looking back at Karga. “Give him the fob. I’m going to get a drink before we go.”

“Don’t bother those guys over there. I can’t save your ass again.” Karga said and she let out a snort.

“Me? Bother someone? Why would I do that?” She sarcastically responded and turned away from the table, walking to the bar and sitting directly next to the two men who gave her a weary but also very angry look.

“What did she do to them?” Din didn’t even realize he was asking the question until his lips began to move and the words began to spill out. He never asked questions like that and could see Kargas slight shock pass over his face for a split second.

“I figure I should warn you. Though you are certainly smarter than the kriffing idiot that those two were friends with.” Karga leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I only ever paired Bullet with someone one other time. He was the third member of that group over there and he was dumb but had brute force. Figured she could use it to her advantage because the bounty I gave them was a big, mean creature. This was before I knew... how she worked and I didn’t want to send her in alone.”

Din nodded, following along. Karga sighed and continued on after taking a small sip from the drink he had on the table. “Turns out this guy was a little handsy and figured having a partner meant they wouldn’t just be working together. I sent the two out and she comes back with the bounty tied back with just some rope and the man dead. Bullet has a bit of a... temper.”

Din let out a sigh. Wonderful. That was exactly what he needed in a partner. He suddenly felt some regret settle into him but perhaps it was stubbornness or maybe it was just curiosity that stopped him from backing out while he had the chance. If she did try anything, Din would be able to handle it. Throw her in some carbonite and leave her with Karga. “Great...” Din let out.

“If she tries anything, just try your best not to kill her. I am guessing you aren’t the type to try anything so you should be okay.” Din tried to detect the small hint of something that dwelled in Kargas tone. It was subtle but Din was used to picking up on the little things. He watched as his eyes drifted over to the woman who threw back a drink before slamming the glass down, waving for another from the bartender.

“Okay.” Din agreed and the agent nodded. He watched his shoulders sag a little and his face drop into a plain one, unlike the usual smile he always had on for show. Was that relief Din sensed? Or perhaps worry? And either way, why did Karga care?

Before he could consider it more, he watched as Karga pulled a fob out of a pocket and held it out for Mando to grab. Din reached his hands out and grasped it, looking at the red button that blinked away very slowly on it, showing that the bounty was not close by. “Good luck, Mando.”

Just as Karga finished speaking, the woman walked over and look down at Din. “You ready to go?”

Din only rose in response, putting the fob away in a pocket as he began to make his way towards the exit of the cantina. The woman followed behind him, the sound of her boots echoing on the floor of the building. She eventually made her way besides Din, walking next to him as they made their way out of the building and into the town. The air on this planet was never crisp or light and airy, not that Din would really be able to tell. But he could see the sky and see how it looked muddled and tainted, like it had been stained and soiled. The people here usually kept their heads down, keeping to themselves. And while they were used to the presence of bounty hunters, they still gave them suspicious looks and accusatory glances.

“We will take your ship. Mine needs some maintenance and won’t be available for a couple days.” The woman finally spoke up and Din looked over just for a second to find her hand at rest on the blaster on her hip, her eyes fiercely staring into the groups of people as if threatening them. Din didn’t understand the need for such an expression and domineering stance, but he didn’t say anything about it. He only turned away and nodded as he began to lead her to the area where he parked the Razor Crest every week.

Once the ship finally came into view, the woman stopped and looked at it, her fierce expression now replaced with a repulsed one. “This is your ship?” she asked.

Din only grunted and continued walking away, not bothering to give her a response. She let out a sigh and continued to slowly walk up to it. “Maker, this has to be.... what? Pre-Empire?” she didn’t even seem to be directing the question at Din as she looked up at the large ship. Din had heard many things about his ship, most of which were commenting on its age and less-than-grand appearance. Sure, it was old and didn’t have the newest and greatest technology. It definitely looked its age, worn and rusted in many areas. But it got the job done, and Din had it for far too many years now to turn it in for an upgrade. “Is this thing going to kill us? It doesn’t even look safe.”

They had just reached the hatch to the ship that was drawn down. The woman was standing still, arms crossed over her chest and head tilted. Din finally faced her and gave another drawn-out sigh, hoping to express just how exasperated he was with her demanding tone. “If you don’t feel comfortable, I can get this bounty on my own.”

Her eyes seemed to darken and narrow as she shook her head at him. She took a page out of Din’s book, not responding verbally but just beginning to walk up the ramp, her boots clanging against the metal of it. Din followed her in, bringing the door shut behind them. He paused for a moment, watching as she looked around curiously and suspiciously, as if searching for a hint of faulty play.

It was in that moment that Din realized he didn’t even consider how bizarre it would be for someone to be inside the Razor Crest with him, a place that was the closest thing to home he had. Besides the bounties he hunted, he didn’t bring people to his ship. No friends or family, not even late-night companions. It was always just him here, living in solitude and silence. Having someone inspecting his space was an incredibly uncomfortable situation to be in.

He waited for her to say something but she didn’t seemed compelled to share her opinion on the ship. She just made her way over to the carbonite freezers, inspecting them.

Din cleared his throat, trying to put himself at ease, but it only caused her to look over at him and make him want to clam up and be alone. He willed himself to say something and finally did so. “I am going to fly us there. You stay down here.”

“I have to stay down here?” she questioned.

Din nodded and she shook her head, seeming to comply with the new rule he set. “Just don’t touch anything.”

She finally grinned a little, but not a welcoming one. More of a stand-offish one. “I won’t break any of your toys.” she said.

Without another word, Din climbed into the ladder of the cockpit and led out an audible sigh of relief at being alone.

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It was much later when Din finally climbed down from the cockpit. The woman was sat on the floor of the hull, intensely focusing on the blaster in her hand that she seemed to be tinkering with. She didn’t look up from where her attention was focused, even when his boots slammed down onto the metal and the sound reverberated through the small space. “I like you better than the last guy Karga tried to get me to work with.” she said plainly.

“The one you killed?”

She looked up at that question and a grin that matched the one from earlier popped up on her face once again. “Karga told you about that?”

“Yeah. Figured he’d warn me.”

She let out a hearty chuckle at that, shaking her head. “Don’t worry. I haven’t wanted to kill you once yet so I’d say this going exceptionally well.”

Din didn’t know how to react, with the joke seeming to be more for herself then for him. He just stood in the same space and she looked back down at her blaster. Din cleared his throat, prepared to change the topic. “I have some rules.”

“Rules?” she questioned, an eyebrow quirking up and seeming intrigued.

“Yes. About tonight.”

She froze and grasped the blaster in her hand a little tighter. “I’m not sleeping with you.” she calmly stated.

Din nearly choked from the shock that overcame him. “I don’t want to sleep with you.” he sternly stated, nearly tumbling over his words.

“Good.” she said, appearing to be unfazed by the awkwardness that resulted from her words.

Din shook his head and took a small breath in before continuing on. “You will sleep down here. I will sleep in the cockpit with the door shut.”

“Don’t you have a cot right there?”

“Yes.”

She was satisfied with that answer, not questioning further into why he wasn’t using it. “Okay.”

“And I will hold all your weapons for the night.” Din stated.

That caused a fire to begin burning in her eyes as she jumped up from her spot where she had been sitting, placing the blaster back at her side. “Fuck off.” she hissed.

Din assumed she wouldn’t be a fan of the rule, probably rather angered by it in fact. But Din didn’t know this woman. He didn’t know her past or her story. Had never heard her name or anything about a woman pulling in six bounties a week for the Guild. Karga hadn’t uttered her name once in the years he had known him, and he was a man who liked to brag about what he thought to be his own little fortunes and discoveries. She could be anyone, with any goal and any underlying motives. “I don’t know you.”

She scoffed at that and if looks could kill, Din would’ve dropped dead. “I don’t know you yet I am on this damn ship where you have an arsenal of weapons over there.” Her hand waived over to the area where Din kept all his guns and weapons. The cover was on it so none of the weapons could be seen but he hadn’t locked it, which was probably a mistake on his part. That meant she had been looking through his things and touching them.

“I told you not to touch anything.”

She rolled her eyes. “I am a woman on a ship with a man I don’t know. Of course I was going to look around and see what little surprises you had hidden.”

Din suddenly felt stupid at assuming she would listen to him. He wanted to be angry with her but he also understood where she was coming from. If he were stuck in her position, he would of done the same thing. You can never be too careful in this galaxy and for her, she was just taking the proper precautions. “Fine. But I still need your weapons.”

“Why?” she demanded and Din let out a sigh.

“I don’t know what you want.”

“I want ten thousand damn credits, just like you. I don’t want your shit.” she said and for a moment, Din believed her. But just like her, he was taking his own precautions.

“You could want my armor.” Din stated, voicing his main concern. Sleeping in the same space with someone else came with its own set of potential dangers. Not only were there the concerns that anybody in this situation would face, like somebody wanting to kill you for your goods or wanting to take you for their own bounty. But there was even more at stake for a Mandalorian. She could try to creep on him when he slept, kill him or even worse, take off his helmet. Whether it be for the amount of credits she could get for the beskar, curiosity over what he looked like, or wanting to brag that she had bested a Mandalorian, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take.

“Oh, Maker, is this some dramatic Mandalorian shit?” she said and Din tilted his helmet, intrigued by what that meant. “I know you can’t take off your helmet or something like that. I met a Mandalorian one other time on Nevarro and he wouldn’t shut up about his damn Creed. But you don’t need to worry. I don’t want your armor or want to break your Creed and I certainly don’t care what the hell you look like under there.”

Din paused, taking in her words. She once again sounded genuine and Din thought that if he were a more trusting person, he would actually believe her and give her the benefit of the doubt. But he just shook his head. “What are your plans tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you plan on doing down here tonight?” Din asked again.

“I plan on sleeping once you stop bothering me.” She stated, staring at him incredulously as if the question he had asked was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard.

“Then you don’t need a blaster to sleep. And we are in hyper space so no one will attack us.”

The scowl on her face loosened a little but she still look at him sternly, making no attempt to hand anything over. “How do I know you won’t attack me?”

“I just want the credits, too.”

She paused and studied his helmet, probably trying to decipher what he was actually thinking. “Maybe you are the type of guy to try to take all the credits for himself and screw over someone else in the process.”

Fair point. She didn’t know him. Had no reason to assume he had no ulterior motive. Din let out a sigh. He wasn’t getting the weapon from her. “We can lock them in the area where I have my other ones.”

“So you can sneak down and open it since you are the one to lock it and only one who can open it then?”

Another fair point. Din almost resented how much of a smart thinker she was proving to be because it was making this a lot harder for him. “I don’t know what to do.” Din finally admitted with a sigh.

The woman paused for a moment before looking back at him. “Are you going to wear the armor while you sleep?”

Din paused, not knowing how that was relevant. “Yes.” He didn’t usually do so, but with a random stranger on his ship, it was his only option.

“Fine. We will lock both of our weapons away in the fresher. And we will both sleep in the cockpit with the door locked. That way if anyone tries to get out, we will know. And anyways, you are at an advantage with your armor so I would consider this more than fair.”

Din didn’t like the idea. The cockpit was his safe space, an area where he sat alone and could think or sometimes do anything but think. Just stare into the vastness of space with no concerns. It was also the only space he could lock himself in for right now and be alone. He didn’t want her invading that area, inhabiting it. But it was a solid plan. It wasn’t perfect, but he figured it was going to be as close as they got to it. It was a good idea that left both of them in the same position and with a little more sense of security. Din slowly, and rather reluctantly, nodded.

The woman shook her head at that, grabbing the blaster off her waist along with a knife she had hidden on her ankle and a smaller blaster she had hidden behind her back that was covered by the jacket she wore. She walked over to the fresher, opening the door to it and tossing the weapons onto the floor. “Your turn, big boy.”

She stood in place, watching as Din began to strip himself of the various weapons he had on his person. She gave him a good look up and down as he finished and placed the items down next to her. She brought her hands out to him and started patting his shoulders when Din jumped back. “What are you doing?” he barked, his heart rate spiking up.

“I was patting you down for weapons.” She said, giving him a bewildered expression. Her head tilted just slightly as she looked at the spot where he stood, taking note of the way his chest heaved.

Din didn’t like that. It was bad enough having a person in his space. In his home. He didn’t need them to touch him and put their hands on him. Besides instances where he had to engage in hand-to-hand combat, he couldn’t clearly remember the last time he had been touched by another person. Perhaps a pat on the shoulder by the Armorer on Nevarro, but even that seemed against her nature and unlikely. Physical contact was just inherently not a part of Mandalorian culture nor was Din one to seek it out like others sometimes did.

For the first time since he had seen her, the stern and unruly expression on her face seemed to soften. It was still rough and the scar that ran across her face didn’t help, but Din could see the way the fire in her eyes faded and her eyebrows dropped down a little. And somehow, that expression was even worse. Because to Din, all it looked like was pity and he didn’t need anyone pitying him. He was used to be people giving him looks of fear, disgust, confusion, sometimes even dangerous wonder. But never pity.

“Don’t do that ever again.” Din stated, trying to sound more in control than he felt. But he could still feel the way his chest rose and fell a little faster than normal and the hitch in his breathe when he first began speaking. And he knew she sensed it too.

But she didn’t mention it or give him a look to show that she had found a weak spot. She just nodded slowly. “Okay.”

She closed the door the the fresher, placing a couple crates in front of it so if anybody moved it, it would most likely be heard by the other. She then gave Din a fleeting glance before making her way up the ladder that led to the cockpit. Din gave himself a moment to straighten himself up and calm down, burying back into himself, before he climbed up the ladder.

When he made it up to the top, she was already sat in the passengers seat where her legs hiked up on it, her arms holding onto them as if to cradle herself. Her back leaned into the seat, letting it envelop her. Her eyes were closed, though Din could tell she was just relaxing and not yet asleep. Looking at her like this made Din think of what he would of thought of her if he had only spared a glance at her. If she hadn’t dropped the six fobs on the table and hadn’t spoken so aggressively. If she had just been sitting there peacefully. Din thought he would have probably taken no notice in reality but if he had, he would of just seen a woman. A woman with scars and a weight on her shoulders you couldn’t understand but could see.

Din finally looked away from her as he plopped down into the drivers seat of the pit, letting his legs spread slightly as he leaned into the fabric of the seat. Sleeping in the armor was always uncomfortable and spending the night in this chair rather than his bed would only make it worse, but Din was exhausted.

After all, he always found the days he traveled to Nevarro to be the most tiresome.

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bailey-reaper · 3 years

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Headcanons: The Timelines

Notes: So, I thought it might be a good idea to post my thoughts about the timelines that exist in my head, given that I've made reference to the 'perfect' one.

Goes without saying there are a lot of major spoilers below...

Content Warnings: spoilers; so many spoilers; non-canon shenanigans; did I mention spoilers?

The Canon Timeline

Basically what it says on the tin: all the events are as they happened in-game (in so far as I can remember them – I may well forget or overlook more nuanced details sometimes, and I apologise if that's the case!)

The majority of content on this blog operates under the canon timeline – the obvious exception to that is anything to do with alternate universes / worlds (e.g. the vampire stuff)

The 'Perfect' Timeline

This is the 'what if the bad stuff didn't happen' timeline, or at the very least 'what if Klint didn't become the Professor' being a central aspect. Clearly this would have far-reaching ramifications for a whole host of characters and situations, so I'll try to cover those here:

As such, Barok won't be the tortured man he became over the 10 years following Klint's death (because in this timeline, his brother didn't die). He might well be a bit more sober than his gentle university self, having seen a lot of the crime and corruption that is rife in London, but he's still a reasonably warm and personable young man compared to canon.

Similarly, this means that the Reaper of the Bailey does not exist –– Barok does not plummet into the depths of despair and his brother's ghost can no longer delight Londoners with the ghoulish gothic tragedy of a vengeful spirit of justice taking the law into its own hands...

However, the Professor does still exist –– in the form of Mael Stronghart. For years now he's been blackmailing and extorting those around him to do his bidding, the former Lord Chief Justice still ends up dying under suspicious circumstances (so that Stronghart can take his place) and Klint is continuing to chase the Professor's shadow, only this time it's not his own...

Klint insisted that Genshin return to Japan, out of concern for his friend becoming a target of the Professor; they were continuing to pursue him relentlessly and Klint held no doubt that eventually, were they to draw too close, there would be repercussions. The last thing he wanted was for his a close ally to fall foul of such a thing, so he asked him to return to Japan and promised that if he ever got a tangible lead he would inform him.

Genshin reluctantly agreed, on account of wanting to see his son again, but for the last ten years he has anxiously awaited some semblance of news from Klint –– yet the letters his friend sends never disclose anything about the Professor, they're just typically friendly missives checking up on him / his family.

Eventually, however, Genshin would grow tired of waiting for news and informs his good friend, Yujin, that he intends to return to Great Britain. Kazuma overhears this discussion and resolves that he will not be parted from his father again for such a long time, he tells his best friend Ryū that they're going to stowaway onto the ship with his father and head to Great Britain.

Ryū has his doubts about all this... but, his friend looks so desperate that he wants to help him. Susato ends up discovering their plan, so they have to rope her along for the ride too –– needless to say Genshin is unimpressed when he finds three stowaways in his room, but he can't turn his own son over to the ship's crew and accordingly agrees to keep their presence concealed...

Thus, the four arrive in Great Britain and Genshin is determined to bring an end to the Professor's 10-year reign of terror...

Kazuma proposes that he and Ryū learn more about British law while they're there, and suggests that he study up as a prosecutor while his friend learns the ways of a defence lawyer so that they can take these skills back to Japan and shake up their own system for the better.

Stronghart sees the utility in having Genshin's son so close at hand, and so agrees to the terms the young man boldly proposes when he and Ryū go to the Lord Chief Justice's office and ask him to appoint them as lawyers.

What happens next? I have no idea...

The 'Corrupted' Timeline

This is the 'what if things went from bad to worse' timeline in so far as 'what if Klint had won the duel against Genshin'?

Klint's a hollow man –– outwardly he presents close to his usual self, but inwardly he's being eaten up inside by his crimes. He feels trapped and has no idea how to claw his way back out of the mire.

For the last ten years he's been trying to maintain his composure so as not to worry his little brother, Barok, his darling wife and his precious daughter; but Stronghart's constant presence feels like a ticking time bomb. How long until the Lord Chief Justice decides Klint is no longer useful to him and brings everything crashing down around him? He cannot risk such a fate befalling his beloved family.

Thus, he conspires to be the one to strike first and take out Stronghart. His sense of 'justice' has become so warped by the things he's seen and done that he sees no way back from the precipice, so all he can do is keep pushing forward.

Will he kill Stronghart? Will Stronghart kill him? Or will the young man who has been told that his father's killer continues to walk free in Great Britain be the one to get his revenge?

(note: I'm still not 100% sure about the details of the corrupted timeline tbh, I just wonder what would happen if the 'Professor' was like the Ripper and no matter what the police try, they just cannot find him...)

#alt universe #misc.

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hvnriks-archive · 4 years

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✦ — [ josephine langford. 22. she/her. peter pan ] WENDY DARLING was just spotted coming out from the LIBRARY, with ALESSIA CARA, SEVENTEEN; playing as a constant tune inside their head, it might as well be their song. easily noticed by their DELICATE BLUE RIBBONS, HAIR TUCKED BEHIND THE EAR, & WIDE DOE EYES. WENDY is not one to be forgotten.

✦ — what are you keeping from the original canon

i’m keeping a majority of the canon information that you get at the beginning of the movie - wendy comes from an upper middle class family from london, where she lives in a fairly respectable home in bloomsbury with her two younger brothers, her parents, and their family dog, nana. the family has a decent amount of wealth and privilege and as a result she grew up with pretty firm expectations of what a ‘ respectable lady ‘ looked like

also similar to the movie, she was pushed into a maternal role in raising her two younger brothers from a young age, and due to the fact their parents were constantly out at various work events and charity functions, she had a heavy hand in looking after them. i’d imagine they’d still be quite close, but from wendy’s side at least there’s always that barrier of feeling like a parent not just a friend or sibling

i think the main place her backstory would differ from the movie is in the lack of visit from peter pan and adventure to neverland - that was kind of the one thing that helped her cling to that love of stories and childhood whimsy and not wanting to grow up, and without that happening she much more quickly caved to the pressures from her father to grow up and abandon frivolous pursuits. this modern day wendy is a lot less inclined to dreaming and flights of fancy

✦ — personality

squeaky clean, bright eyed bushy tailed girl next door. in general just gives off the clean cut aura of the perfect all american girl ( or i guess in this case british girl? ) – sweet and innocent and golden. her parents raised her incredibly well, to the point they were almost forcefully overbearing, and that polite demeanor definitely shows

as the eldest and only daughter, her parents were very preoccupied with raising her to be mature and responsible and grown up, and to help take care of her younger siblings. she really took this to heart, and as a result can come across as a little ( a lot ) uptight. she’s lowkey way too formal even in everyday life and holds herself very prim, very proper. manners on point ( read: looks like she’s never had a day of fun in her entire life ). everything is about presenting herself as capable and respectable and perfect, and while she means well, she can come across as a little judgmental. she would probably rather jump off a cliff than break the rules or do anything remotely risky like … ever

to go with this, she’s also probably a little naïve. circumstance has left her pretty sheltered – the definition of book smart with 0 street smarts. experience outside her own very structured and suffocating upbringing has been fairly limited, and i don’t even think she recognizes how naïve she really is, she’s definitely the type that thinks she knows everything and yet could easily get fooled in 2 seconds flat. very mom who thinks they know best, sometimes condescending without intending or realizing

however, as much as her family has tried to squash and mold her into more practical and respectable pursuits, she does retain an almost lifelong love and appreciation for storytelling and the fantastical. beneath her more stern and buttoned up persona, there’s more whimsy and imagination than you would probably expect, it just needs to be teased out. i think that’s something she’s grappling with - her more innate dreaming side versus the mature expectations being thrust upon her

i just really want to play on scenes from the movie like when peter is trying to get her to come to neverland and she’s all “ but i need to pack! i need to leave a note! i need to do x y z !! ” or when the mermaids are teasing her and she gets all indignant and stuffy. or even when all the lost boys are jumping here there and everywhere and she just plops down in the middle, entirely unwilling to participate. just that tight laced inability to let go

+ mature, maternal, poised, eloquent, responsible, meticulous, organized, rule abiding, kind, imaginative

- uptight, perfectionist, sheltered, naïve, stubborn, judgmental, self critical, pretentious

✦ — your characters schooling

currently wendy’s major is education, which her parents strongly advocated for. she enjoys it to an extent - there is something to be said for sharing the things she enjoys with a new generation, and she’s quite good at it teaching, if she does say so herself ( all those years looking after her siblings paid off ) she could see herself being content with that. but her true passion is really creative writing and fantasy literature; the only reason she’s not pursuing it is that she’s been told time and time again by her parents that it’s not a useful or adult degree and that she needs to pursue something more practical and mature. she does still try to take as many literature electives as possible, though, despite this

she’s an okay student, fairly clever but not overwhelmingly naturally gifted, but she’s incredibly earnest and tries to make up for it through hard work and dedication

wendy’s also involved in a fair amount of extra circular activities - again, at the urging of her parents. a lady must be well rounded, after all. student council, tutoring, and orchestra are all things i can see her being involved in. she probably also pops her head into the book club when she get’s the chance, more for her own enjoyment than any perceived obligation. she is a BUSY lady

i can def see her being roomed in welbeck manor because her parents are afraid of the co ed dorms haha and are convinced it’s the more respectable option

✦ — two connections

( JOSEPHINE LANGFORD ) our WENDY DARLING is looking for JOHN DARLING to fulfill their YOUNGER BROTHER. They would be <22 and would most likely look like UTP. You DO NOT have to contact the player. @hvnriks. description: i would love for this to be a fairly close relationship, at least outwardly, but that carries maybe an underlying tension between them ? wendy loves her brother, of course she does, she literally helped raise him, but i think she may hold some jealousy or bitterness under the surface for the expectations that she was forced into as the oldest and the mother role she was expected to fill while he got off a little more scot-free

( JOSEPHINE LANGFORD ) our WENDY DARLING is looking for PETER PAN to fulfill their BAD INFLUENCE. They would be UTP and would most likely look like UTP. You DO NOT have to contact the player. @hvnriks. description: i just really love that dynamic of good girl responsible wendy trying her damn best to be a grown up and peter crashing in there and ruining it all. there’s definitely a part of her that wants to rebel and experience all the things she never got to so i can see her very easily being lead into bad decisions, no matter how much she may complain about peter’s so called immaturity. or even getting her heart broken if that’s a route we wanted to go

✦ — three head canons

definitely the proper little lady in more than just demeanor - wendy went to an all girls private school growing up, as well as was educated in a lot of the more formal arts, such as ballet and violin and even etiquette. her parents were very dedicated to raising her as a ‘well rounded and well adjusted young lady ’, for better or for worse. ( they’re also the ones that basically picked sherwood for her on the basis that it was a highly respected institution with a good reputation ) she’s also picked up a lot of the more homely skills, such as cooking and sewing and the like, as a result of looking after her brothers and filling in as an almost second parent

has 100% never dated or even really had a crush on anybody. absolutely naïve and misinformed about the perils of romance and going to get taken advantage of

dresses a little … stuffy. a little boring. for all that she’s actually quite adept at sewing, she tends towards the safe options. a lot of soft cardigans and peter pan collars ( ha ) and plaid skirts in soft colours. just another facet of her proper british lady persona that i don’t think she’s even crafting intentionally. just exactly how you would imagine a good private school girl to dress

#sherwood.intro #wendy is both baby #and simultaneously the most annoying person on this planet

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an explainer on the politician & river’s canon.

because there aren’t a lot of writers for these characters ( which i’m not complaining about here; i love and sometimes prefer crossover / au situations ! ) i’m just writing this up as a little guide for anyone wondering about river & his canon universe and all that, and maybe it can be helpful when it comes to plotting or at the very least just understanding river & his background (: a more detailed biographical timeline of events that spans river’s entire life can be found here under “biographical timeline.” all of this is really focused on river & his role as a character, and is not all encompassing as far as all the shows characters and plotlines. please don’t hesitate to reach out with any other questions! trigger warnings for the content under the cut: mental health, depression, suicide / suicide attempts, & gunshot / guns ( though if you would like any other content tagged PLEASE reach out; river’s canon does deal with very heavy topics and while it isn’t always present in writing and plotting here, it is obviously featured in this discussion of his media and i want to make sure this is tagged as thoroughly as possible for the comfort of those who might see this on the dash )

BASIC PLOT.

the politician is a satirical drama / comedy that begins centered around payton hobart, an ambitious high school student dead set on being elected student body president of saint sebastian high school. he sees a successful campaign for student body president as the key to getting into harvard and kickstarting a career in politics that will lead to his election to the office of president of the united states. the campaigning and election process at saint sebastian is satirically intense and complicated. conflict begins when river barkley announces a plan to run against payton, presenting an obstacle in what had otherwise seemed like a clear path.

RIVER’S FAMILY & BACKGROUND.

the barkleys live in santa barbara, california in a large and opulent home. his father works for goldman sachs, and his mother is, essentially, a socialite. the wealthy families in their santa barbara neighborhood, particularly parents of children attending saint sebastian’s, exist in a very stereotypically wasp-y / upper-class social circle. while his mother spends much of her time attending and planning and hosting gatherings with those in their circle, river’s father is often kept busy by work and travel. from the time river was about a year and a half until he was about ten years old, the barkleys lived in shanghai as a result of his father’s job. they care deeply about their son and try their best to offer help and support when they become aware of the severity of his mental health struggles, though they are a bit misguided and don’t exactly provide the personal support themselves that he truly needs. they have an idea of who they would like their son to be, and raising him to fit that mold often at least appears to be their priority in parenting, and being open and allowing river to be open about his struggles is not a part of that formula. they want him to attend stanford and lead a life very similar to his parents. river’s struggles with emotional connection stem from his relationships with both of his parents, who operate at an emotional distance the majority of the time and place appearance over authenticity; much of the people in his life behave similarly, leaving river feeling disconnected and overwhelmed by the emotions he feels that he cannot share or process with hardly anyone else. river best describes the root his inner turmoil: “i feel everything. there just wasn’t enough positive emotion to balance me out.”

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS.

payton hobart : river and payton first become officially acquainted in the spring of their sophomore year, when he is hired by payton’s mother, georgina, to be his mandarin tutor. at this point, river has been dating astrid sloan for several months. however, during the listen the two easily and quickly connect on an emotional level, and the vulnerability he sees from payton is the first time anyone in his life has ever shown him something like that, and that kind of authenticity is something he had been desperately craving essentially his entire life. the superficiality in his relationships only contributed to his constant feelings of loneliness, and the disconnect he felt from the people in his life, and having someone fill that void was exciting and eye-opening and, for a while, as a saving grace. he and payton begin seeing each other in secret as their tutoring sessions continue, and the relationship and their other sporadic meetings last for a little over a year, though things taper off when payton begins dating alice charles. when payton finds out that river has begun a campaign for student body president (at the direction of astrid, who says it is his best shot at getting into stanford, which is where his parents have been pushing for him to attend), he becomes furious with river and threatens to tell the entire school they had sex if he takes the election away from him. payton is the last person to see river alive, and river’s last words are telling payton he was sorry, and that he really did love him.

astrid sloan : river and astrid begin dating in the winter of their sophomore year of high school, several months before river begins tutoring payton. river genuinely cares for astrid and does truly love her, but his struggle to get her to be open and authentic with him becomes increasingly frustrating and contributes to his feelings of disconnect and despondency. river, in his words, ‘feels everything,’ and to be surrounded by people ( but perhaps especially his girlfriend ) who don’t seem to feel much of anything makes it even more difficult to feel like he’s keeping his head above water. she admits she fakes it during sex, and tells river it is her way of trying to help him become the man she knows he can be; she is actively trying to mold him into someone just like his parents, and exerts influence over him whenever she can. river tells her about his trysts with payton soon after they begin, and astrid approaches payton to facilitate a threesome. they rent a hotel room, but astrid gets upset while they’re making out and retreats into the bathroom; she finally lets river in with her after he knocks for a few minutes, and when they re-emerge, they leave together. there is love between them, even if the dynamic is complex and if river isn’t always sure where she stands, emotionally. after river’s death, she takes his place on the ticket to run against payton.

river is generally well-liked by the student body as a whole; he is unfailingly kind and polite to everyone, and between involvement in student government ( first as new student outreach chair ), drama club, and athletics, he gets to know a very large percentage of them.

CANON EVENTS TIMELINE.

this encompasses only the events within the canon timeline involving river. a full biographical timeline that is much more detailed about these and other events that incorporate more headcanon-based things can be found on this page.

[ 3 / 22 / 2018 . ] eighteen months before they both run for student body president, river begins tutoring payton hobart in mandarin. they share a kiss during his first lesson, and continue a more or less sporadic secret relationship from then on with an intense emotional connection.

[ 9 / 30 / 2018 . ] about a year before the first election debate, river attempts suicide while home alone one afternoon after lacrosse practice. he panics at the last minute and does not go through with it, struck with fear of dying alone. he confides in his parents who place him in therapy but ask him to keep what happened and what he was going through between the family.

[ 9 / 10 / 2019 . ] payton finds out that river is running against him for student body president and he storms into the barkley mansion and enters without warning just after astrid had left for a surfing lesson, furious with river for running and threatening to reveal to the school that they had had sex. before payton’s arrival, river was alone in the house, and payton unknowingly interrupts / stops what was almost river’s second suicide attempt in the study.

[ 9 / 15 / 2019 . ] river confesses to the entire student body that he attempted suicide a year prior in an emotional speech at the first election debate. the revelation shocks everyone, including both astrid and payton.

[ 9 / 17 / 2019 . ] river announces skye leighton as his running mate in the election, on astrid’s advice that it would be his best shot at winning. payton again rushes to river’s home and comes inside, finding river in his room. payton is furious at the selection, telling river that astrid is just trying to gain power for herself by manipulating river’s campaign, and that she is trying to ruin payton’s chances at winning (and, thus, his dream future) because she is jealous of him and river. river is visibly emotional, and after responding telling payton he really did love him, commits suicide by gunshot.

all of these events are covered in the first episode of the series; river’s appearances in following episodes are when payton imagines & speaks to his ghost, acting as a manifestation of his conscience or, as river describes it, payton’s “shadow.”

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wolfromtheisland · 4 years

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Xantunsia Riveresiana - Monster Hunter

Sole Survivor

“I have to grasp it for all of you! I cant waste it! All our pain, our dreams, our regrets, fears, anger, sadness, I’m the only one left who can carry it! So a little more is nothing compared to all the happiness you lost! I’ll keep gathering it! I promise! “

Raised since the age of 5 on a monster infested island, Xantunsia has seen her fair share of death In fact, it seems to follow her and she had to come to terms with that a bit younger than most do.

Life didn’t get much easier after escaping that cursed place, but pushing through all the pain and loss, she buries herself in training to cope with her trauma and protect what she cares about, which just happens to be the world at times.

The young miqo’te has no memories before her airship crash that sentenced her to six years on that hellish land. With vicious Monsters she hasn't seen the equal of even in her current age roaming in hoards and her only allies being children as young as four, she learned to steel herself in the face of the death of allies. Or she tried rather, but each one was a dagger in the softhearted mewling. What she really learned was to cope with the pain of it. Besides the children, she did also have Leader, the only fully grown survivor on the island. Though he was cold and pragmatic, his instruction generally kept the most people safe. That was until the Calamity struck. In the wake of the Monsters rampaging about at that time, Leader was lost and Xantunsia took his place. She managed to even lead the few surviving children off the island and live a half decade with her modest little clan. But the specter of death would take that from her too, she would even argue she tore it apart with her own hands. It was in that state she would leave the wilds and arrive in civilization for the first time, if you can call Limsa Lominsa such a thing.

The Basics ––––

Age: 22(?)

Birthday: 26th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon (A Date she chose randomly)

Race: Miqo’te : Keeper of The Moon

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Marital Status: Single

Crystal Data Center : Zalera

Physical Appearance ––––

Hair: What used to be a scruff shag of white hair, has been warped by exposure to feral aether and monster blood. Died golden by the energy of her Inner Beast and how often she released it, it was splashed red by the ample amounts of Monster blood she would get coated in. Eventually, it became even more red than gold. It also went from scruffy to very spiky, to the point it feels jelled almost and can prick unprepared hands. She has to tie it up just to keep it under some semblance of control.

Eyes: coincidentally like her hair, a golden color, but change blood red when enraged.

Height: 4″10′

Build: she has packed more muscle into her tiny frame than one would think humanly possible. deceptively petite clothed, she could handedly defeat even a train Roegadyn in a test of strength with a body seemingly made on Tungsten Steel which is toned to match.

Distinguishing Marks: Though heavily scarred all over her body, they have mostly healed to the point of being barely noticeable without looking intently. Outside of that, most of her features are pretty eye catching in their own right. She also always has the scent of blood on her for those who can notice that.

Common Accessories: Not exactly forward on fashion, she typically simply chooses the accessories that have the most combat use. She does however glamour her accessories with certain ones that have been gifted to her by friends like the Namazu Necklace.

Personal ––––

Profession: Monster Hunter (more of a hobby but people pay her)

Hobbies: All forms of Craftiing and Gathering, Reading, Learning new information

Languages: Most Languages (And when she finds a new one, she studies it obsessively)

Residence: Wherever is a deemed a safe place to camp

Birthplace: ???

Religion: Agnostic

Patron Deity: Oschon, The Wanderer

Fears: Death, being weak or unprepared, something befalling those she cares about, the unknown

Relationships –––

Spouse: N/A

Children: Gilberti Rivesesiana (Son, Deceased?), Extorris Riveresiana (Daughter, Deceased), Vigilis Riveresiana (Daughter, Deceased) (Adopted and appointed children by Xantunsia, they are actually only a few years younger than her)

Parents: Leader Riveresiana (Father, Deceased) (Appointed Father by Xantunsia postmortem)

Siblings: Noir Panthere (Sister) (Adopted and Self-Appointed)

Other Relatives: The other 54 members of Riveresiana Clan (Deceased)

Pets: Clarent (Chocobo) Throw Pillow (Amaro) Coalumu (Ufiti), Arthur (Black Chocobo), Maggie (Magitek Armor), Parrie (Magitek Predator), Dekie (Magitek Deathclaw), Sqwiggles (Ahriman), Betty (Behemoth), Piko (Yol), Pointy (Unicorn)

Traits –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between/ Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––––

Smoking Habit: Never Drugs: occasionally tests drugs on herself to build up resistances Alcohol: Socially (and to build up a resistance)

RP Hooks

✔ - Xantunsia’s main coping mechanism is training, which she is doing near constantly and is always up for joining in, having others come along with her’s, or learning new forms of training. On that note, Her main form of training is Monster Hunting. She’s always looking for stronger and stronger prey and if you need a Monster dead, she will never say no.

✔ - Due to her constant hunting, she always has the scent of blood on her, maybe this would catch your characters attention in some way good or bad (She has been attacked out of the blue by strangers because of this and is rather understanding about it, thinks it makes for good training!)

✔ - Xantunsia has mastered all forms of combat in her personal training, as well as healing, if you need a role filled or a job done, she will not withhold her help. conversely, if youre someone who would challenge such a person, she never says no.

✔ - Xantunsia doesn't have a location exactly she would call home, and her hunts and training have her effectively wandering constantly. Should she find herself in a new place, she may need some help, but the reverse can also be true

✔ - Her anxiety manifesting in a near perfect memory as well as obsessively collecting any information that may be even remotely usable for survivability or battle, Xantunsia loves little more than simply learning new things. You have some unique information, knowledge, or skills? You will likely have her attention.

✔ - The Main Scenario is also part of Xantunsia’s personal story. If the same can be said about you, then it’s likely she has met your character in some capacity (specifics such as “who is the Warrior of Light” or mentioning big events by character name such as “Haucherfaunt” are usual a bad idea for mixing characters that are also canon Warriors of Light. Typically it will just be passing references to such characters and not by name, and Xantunsia never refers to herself as The Warrior of Light anyway)

Player Information

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I am okay with some mature content in RP, Xantunsia is a generally happy, even silly character despite her past but with major themes of ptsd and coping with death, she can fit well into most darker themes. Sexual themes however, she doesnt fit well with. Generally her experience with the darkness of the world is of a more forward brutal nature and she has no experience with such things. She doesnt even actually know where babies come from and assumes they all come from airship crashes. At most she can get into humorous moments where she doesnt understand when something sexual is attempted to be explained to her. I decided to keep her perpetually unaware of such topics mostly just because I find it funnier that way, but it does take serious situations involving sexual themes off the table.

#ffxiv #Xantunsia Riveresiana #ffxiv rp #oc #ffxiv writing #my writing #zalera #About

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storywriting · 4 years

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Anemone, An Enemy, Anemone, An Enemy Anemone, Anne, Nemo, and Another Me

[ So.......Anemone huh? Here’s some loose thoughts after a first viewing, including my takes of H1-Evo #1 and how my opinion has evolved now that this film is in the mix. I’ve seen it through with the JP audio exactly one time and I do wonder if my opinion on this film will change at all on a second viewing or when I get around to the dub. It’s less about plot details and more about review and general discussion type stuff, doesn’t delve heavy into theorizing just yet. That’s a trip for a different post. Cut because long as fuck even though literally nobody asked. ]

Hi Evolution #1, starring our main man Renton “Only a Miniscule Few Braincells Above Himbo” Thurston, hit me in weird ways which I think is true for most everybody I’ve seen talking about it. Part of my problem with it honestly was that I came into things with the misconception that Hi-Evolution would be a reboot of sorts. A somewhat faithful retelling of the original story with new insight into things we didn’t get to see much of. I don’t know why this is the impression I had other than screencaps and stuff, but if you only watch the first Hi Evo movie you definitely could continue to think that once it’s over. When I thought it would be an encapsulation of the original series, I had intended to use the film to introduce @himbologythestudyofhimbo to the story. She has long known it to be one one of my most favorite anime franchises and I thought a film would be a good way to gauge whether she might find it interesting enough to hit 50 episodes with me.

Ha. Haha. That didn’t work.

I hadn’t seen Hi-Evo when I was like “hey wanna watch this?” so that’s my own fault. I had seen screenshots and thought it looked gorgeous, but that was about it. I was imagining something akin to the Berserk trilogy of movies, mostly faithful to the original story with some new tidbits of information thrown in for old fans.

And again, you could be forgiven for seeing the first Hi-Evo movie and still thinking that’s what you’re in for. It is mostly compliant to the original canon and the parts that aren’t compliant are pretty wishy washy about saying so. Unfortunately what I found out really quickly is that that it’s not at all a good entry point for new fans, and that really disappointed me. I’ve been hoping for years for something to get more young blood in this fandom, BUT ANYWAY--

The whole play forward/play back thing really hinders the flow of the film, as much as I understand the point of it, especially with the Anemone film for more context. Skipping around the timeline harms new viewers in particular. It’s challenging to understand the timeline and flow of events because everything is presented out of order and without context. Sure, the first Hi-Evolution covers a ton of major story beats surrounding Renton’s personal development, but the non-chronological presentation coupled with the utter lack of lead up to key moments from the original series robs this movie of carrying any emotional weight. Who is Renton? What’s the deal with him and wheelchair girl? Are these people his parents or not? Why do we care about this Eureka girl who has been on screen in Renton’s presence for a cumulative 30 seconds. Wait a minute what’s this ship? Where did he leave from again? I thought he had a home and parents? Who are these people and why do I care?

Put bluntly this movie sucks if you can’t answer these questions going in, and even if you can you may feel a bit cheated by it. As much as I feel the need to talk about how the film is inaccessible for new fans, these films clearly are not for new fans. They function to remind you of events of the original story and then play off of those events with the new content. Even as an established fan, Hi-Evo #1 feels very watered down on its own, but it’s not on its own anymore is it? So let’s finally talk about Anemone.

What becomes clear about these movies is that they are not divided by chronology, but by character. The first movie was about Renton which is why we saw so so little of everybody else even when that robbed the story of needed context and worked to the story’s detriment. I’m telling myself the reason titular character Eureka was not on screen demonstrating her relationship to the world and to Renton despite it most likely being a central element is because they shoved her scenes into Hi-Evolution 3: Eureka, which will not be released for another year or so.

I do feel a bit more forgiving toward these movies now that I understand the format they’re going for, but I think most of my previous criticisms still stand despite that. The character focused presentation may be a deliberate creative decision, but that doesn’t make it an ideal storytelling mechanism. THAT SAID, while a character centric format really harms well developed characters like Renton, it does loads and loads of good for a character like Anemone whose screen time was always hindered by her role as accessory to Renton and Eureka’s story. We don’t get that constant stream of unfiltered perspective from her or really any secondary character, so it’s very interesting to see the world filtered purely through her eyes. I honestly found myself significantly more interested in all the new Anemone content than I ever could have been over watered-down, abbreviated rehashing of Renton’s character arc. I’m much more excited for the last film than I was with just the context of the first Hi-Evolution movie.

Speaking of which, very early on in the Anemone film, the viewer is clued into the fact that this is most certainly AU content, something that was less clear about the first movie. Eureka Seven as a franchise has really been in the 24/7 AU zone for like 10 years, which I think is cool but I also find a little disappointing. I like AU content well enough, but I also think they had a rich world already in the original series and I feel like there are a few more rich veins to explore further in the original world without necessarily needing to wrap it up in a convoluted alternate universe. Not to say I’m against like the AU stuff or anything, I’m okay with it existing, I just want a little more variety in the stuff that’s coming out. Keep up with the AU stuff if you guys wanna but I wouldn’t say no to more backstory and lore, you know? If they’re gonna pander to old fans instead of attracting new ones, they may as well hit me where it hurts. But I digress. Hi Evolution#2: Anemone’s AUness is pretty central to the story it wants to tell, so it has my full attention there.

Alternate universe characterization is something I’ve had both complaints and praise for in the past, and I’m happy to say that in the case of Anemone I have mostly praise. It’s nice to get a glimpse of an Anemone who isn’t like....as unhinged as her original incarnation. She’s well adjusted comparably, which makes her a decently reliable narrator. While she loses some of the edge that people are drawn to about her, she maintains most of the underlying personality traits you would expect of even the earliest incarnation of Anemone. This is an Anemone who had the opportunity to be socialized. You can relate to her and appreciate her feelings more easily than the Anemone viewers are most familiar with. This is an Anemone with hardships, but she hasn’t been pushed to the same extremes as her PoP counterpart. Likely due to the pretty direct narration and background, there’s also a lot more substance to her than PFoR Anemone in my opinion. It’s not really a chore to like her and take interest in her. She feels very natural in most instances. She’s a real breath of fresh air for fans who love Anemone and wanted to see her living with a healthier mindset and some better outcomes. Good on you, Anemone. Four for you, Anemone.

Most of the other characters--Dominic, the scientists, background people, Anemone’s father, new crew members, etc--are all about what you’d expect from either their previous incarnations or the archetypes they’re filling. None of the new characters or secondary characters are particularly developed, but I don’t really consider that a huge fault of it. I wouldn’t expect a 2 hour movie to meander the way a 50 episode anime can, but in times like this when I am with very few developed characters, I am forcefully reminded of what an asset and a strength the original’s depth and breadth of character writing is.

And then there’s Eureka. I expect her to be polarizing in the reviews, assuming at least some people didn’t straight up hate her in it. Everybody may have just hated it, idk.

As I said earlier alternate universe characterization is something I’ve had both complaints and praise for in the past, often both at the same time. What often comes about is characterization that I don’t necessarily like, but because the character has lived a different life I can’t really say that characterization is wrong. I feel that pull in this film quite a bit. Wrathful Eureka is boring to me. Conceptually, it just is. But does that make it bad?

Man, idk, I guess not. I didn’t like it, but I’ll defend it to a degree. In the original story Eureka was born into violence and conditioned to perpetuate violence early in life. The original Eureka Seven has a dense messaging about propaganda and information and the ways in which society conditions people of all kinds. Eureka is a docile character in the original but more and more as we learn about her, we realize that this tendency toward gentleness isn’t just a cutesy character trait of hers. It’s a choice that she’s making on a daily basis, even when more forceful options would be easier or make more sense to her. It’s a choice that has come about from a collection of experiences. Eureka becomes pacifistic because she develops her own ideals about the world. She comes to conclusions about what things make her a good or bad person and she makes the decision to be the person she wants to be. There’s weight to it. That’s something that always really drawn me to her as a character. It’s very easy to blow up in the face of something horrible. It’s much harder to keep a cool head and exercise mercy. I just don’t find the Eureka of this world all that compelling.

That said, I don’t necessarily think this read of her is wrong or even impossible. In fact, I think if this read had 50 episodes of development and justification behind it, I might even come to appreciate it. Certainly if anything could drive her to this, it would be losing Renton, so it’s not exactly out of left field for the character given the circumstances she’s in. I feel somewhat similarly about PFoR Eureka. Only somewhat. Eureka in general is a character who would probably be much more in touch with her anger if she had been raised any other way than she was. Even in the original series Eureka has a passive aggressive streak. She’s probably very fortunate that more productive methods of expressing her feelings were accessible to her before any natural tendency toward aggression was. Angrier more volatile reads of Eureka aren’t wrong or even uninteresting necessarily, but to me a lot of her charm is wrapped up in the reasons she works so hard not to be that type of character.

I also think that subversion and role reversal can be an interesting in AU stuff, so I don’t really fault them for using it here. In contrast to our typical unhinged Anemone, Eureka gets to be the one teetering on the edge so that Anemone can shine and show a little more humanity than she typically gets to. I think that’s honestly okay. I want to see Anemone have her day to be the hero. That’s something I’m okay with sacrificing a little of my preferred characterization for. I see a lot of value in a portrayal that allowed Eureka and Anemone to bond and more directly learn together. I think a lot of fans, myself included, wonder about a reality where Eureka and Anemone could have been sources of support for one another rather than pitted against one another.

That isn’t to say that I’m automatically okay with chopping up the writing in arbitrary ways, though. The thing about the reversals and subversions in Hi-Evo #2 is that they’re consistent. Compare to something like Pocketful of Rainbows and you’ll see what I mean. In that movie Renton, for some unclear reason, is the one who can understand Nirvash even though that writing decision doesn’t really serve the story in any meaningful way because Eureka is still the one who isn’t human and still is wanted by the military for....being whatever unclear thing she is in that film. Renton is no longer childish and is in fact the patient one in the story while Eureka is the one with a stubborn attitude and defined temper. Renton is made out to be more of a coward so that he has something to grow from, except for all the many many times he isn’t cowardly pretty much immediately, and the only flimsy defense of this concept that is that he was afraid of adults with guns when he was a literal child. Meanwhile, Eureka in this film is a much more brash character than we’re used to. Unlike Original Eureka, this one doesn’t want to be led or take orders anymore. She’s a loose canon who takes matters into her own hands except for all the times she cries for Renton to save her both before and after she’s teetering on her own Independence Event Horizon. There are a lot of creative decisions in that film that just plain don’t make sense to me because the writing doesn’t commit to them at all and tends to flounder around between them. I could barely make it through that film because I felt like it was contradicting itself every 5 minutes. It feels less like a new exploration of old characters and more like a bunch of ideas the writing team couldn’t agree on and slapped together anyway. If it wasn’t unclear, I don’t like Pocketful of Rainbows very much.

By contrast, any subversions or reversals in Hi-Evolution 2 fell earned enough. The writing choices are for the most part played straight and well justified. The choices are interesting. Unlike literally anything about the lore of Pocketful of Rainbows, I want to know more about Hi-Evolution. I want to understand what Anemone’s mission is and about Silver Box. I want to know why Dewey is so different from the Dewey I know. As much as I complained about Eureka’s characterization, the portrayal is decently justified by the writing. Eureka believes she killed Renton and seems to be privy to other realities where she turned out much happier. She has good enough reasons to be bitter in this iteration.

This film has honestly made me way more forgiving of Hi-Evo #1 and given me a lot of reason to take interest in what the last film might be. I’m going to reserve any big overarching judgement until that comes out in 6000 years, but I’m getting the sense that it might be New Order adjacent, in that Renton and Eureka will have to find one another and possibly revisit places that will be nostalgic for fans.I wouldn’t complain if this becomes the flagship verse wherein Eureka and Anemone form a meaningful friendship because they’ve been denied that opportunity in basically every other telling that exists so far.

Also big thank god the last film will be hand drawn because, I hate to be that guy but the GC looked like shitgarbage. I’ve become very forgiving of CG and Mocap recently but I just really disliked it in this film. Animation is a medium I know a lot about, I know compositing is a tricky job, I respect the work put into it, but...oof. I do wonder if that was a stylistic choice or more of an “oh shit the budget is disappearing” choice.

My final word on Eureka Seven Hi Evolution #2 is that....I didn’t hate it. I didn’t love it either but I had a nice enough time watching it. I’m realizing I’m having trouble landing in one particular spot on Hi Evolution #2 because I expect the next film will effect how I judge this one in the same way that this film has affected how I judged the first one. If you’re an Eureka Seven fan who is on the fence about the Hi-Evolution trilogy, I’d say give it a watch. You’ll still love your favorite characters even if they’re a little different than you’d hoped. If you’re still feeling iffy maybe wait a year until the last one comes out and binge them all at once. I suspect the experience might be improved that way. Definitely don’t go in expecting the story you already know, though. Doing that set me up for failure here.

Honorable mention for the fansubber who kept translating 勘 as very rude words describing the penis for some reason? That really enhanced my experience.

#;Eureka Seven Commentary #long post #please tumblr mobile load the cut don't hurt these people #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹To Be Continued⊹ — 「 OOC 」#;Hi Evolution Commentary #Hi Evolution Spoilers

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theblueskyphoenix · 6 years

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I was looking through my old Don’t Starve pen sketches back from 2016 and I stumbled across Edward’s old sketch set and... I have to admit I started laughing at how different he is now compared to what Storm and I first drafted with these sketches.

It’s... kind of a funny story.

So, back in 2016 when we started doing the planning and drafting of Survive the Shadows we originally didn’t have much planned for Wilson’s family. We just knew he was estranged from them and he had issues.

Our first pitch was he was neglected by both parents growing up and didn’t really know any form of love save from his grandfather, Percival, explaining his inability to emote well when it came to showing his feelings and not really understanding what love is. (The guy wasn’t even sure how to smile properly.) It worked okay but then other ideas came in which brought us to our second pitch.

Second pitch, his mother cared for him along with his grandfather and grandmother but his father didn’t and was... to put it bluntly, an abusive jerk who didn’t care one bit about his son and was embarrassed by the fact he had a son like Wilson. He only married Cecelia for money and never really loved her and would eventually leave her for someone else. We ran with this for quite awhile during chapter draftings but then...

Alright, small detour from Survive the Shadows, one of the reasons we decided to look more deep into Edward and how he ticks was because of one of the AUs Storm and I cooked up known as the Wilson and Albert AU, a Phineas and Ferb-esque AU. (Actually it’s because of this AU we decided to change a lot of things but that is a story for another time.) Anyways, this was the AU, at the time of creation, we joked was the AU where Wilson was at his happiest and his dad actually loved him. Edward got to grow as a character in this AU since he was actually a good guy but admittedly didn’t get a lot of screen time since we didn’t have much for him since with his canon counterpart, we didn’t want to get too attached because in our minds he was still the abusive jerk and he wasn’t supposed to be interesting or anything and funnily enough he was supposed to finally wind up dead in a gutter somewhere.

... Till Storm and I started thinking.

We started wondering how such a guy came from people like Melinda and Percival. He would’ve been raised well and taught to respect women. He would’ve been taught to be a gentlemen and if he started showing signs of being the least bit cruel they would’ve set him straight.

So came the third pitch. Edward was originally a good father and loved his wife and son but was driven mad by nightmare monsters because of Melinda’s connections to the Shadow World/The Constant, which lead to him resenting his family and was eventually committed to an asylum because of the insanity. This pitch came about before WnA since we started thinking of the idea when we decided Wickerbottom would be related to Wilson but WnA pushed us to try it out since again, Edward was starting to get more interesting. We left it at that but Edward didn’t have much to his character. He was rather flat as it were. Then I watched a particular movie that served as an inspiration for Edward as a character and for how him and Cecelia met.

Corpse Bride was something I remembered fondly and rewatched while I was working on drawings for Don’t Starve content. Storm and I were watching together and we started d’awwwing over the idea of Edward and Cecelia having a similar meeting of an arranged marriage. It had always been that way from the start but we thought it would be sweet if they could meet like Victor and Victoria. Be in something that was arranged but they actually grew to love each other. Then we started playing with the idea and fell in love with it. On top of that, I started pitching the idea of Edward being a bit like Victor. Little awkward and had a gift for music. That’s when the 4th pitch came in along with his middle name.

The 4th pitch was Edward was a kind man, a great musician, loved his family and wanted to be there for them but sadly went mad due to nightmare monsters which lead to him eventually being committed to an asylum because of insanity. We were pretty satisfied and figured this would be it for Edward and that this what we would write for his entry in Book of Shadows when we got to it but of course other ideas came out after I started looking into other things like the music from The Count of Monte Cristo Musical and we brought in characters like Cato and fleshed out Maxwell.

Why would Maxwell’s fleshing out matter in regards to Edward? Well... Okay, this is going to get a little disturbing but bear in mind this is no longer canon and will never happen but it was something we thought of.

Originally, Maxwell was going to be the one trying to possess Edward but failed and Edward still went mad because his mind was left weak and perfect for nightmare monsters to attack. Reason we even thought of this idea was when I did a concept sketch of the Shadow Maestro and we played with a small AU where Maxwell had actually done it and it fit well with what we had going on for Maxwell which was him possessing hosts every so often since the current host was growing too old and Edward would’ve been perfect since he was half shadow being. (More power, afterall.) Edward was the failed attempt and William would be the successful one afterward. (There’s a reason Maxwell picked him but that is yet another story a for another time and spoilers.) It was interesting but after fleshing Maxwell out in Fallen King and Dark Knowledge we started wondering why in all the hecks would Maxwell do that. He respected Melinda and Percival, why we would he target their son if he respected them? On top of that, Maxwell wouldn’t want to make scene or tear apart a family like that. He had been through it himself and wouldn’t want to force it on another, especially someone who was related to people he had connections with. So, we ditched the idea entirely and were originally going to go with nightmare monsters only then we thought back to Cato and thought he would be more likely to do something like that because he wanted revenge for what Maxwell did to him. Thus, the final pitch came.

The final pitch, was Edward was a musician, a good father, a loving husband, a kind and good man who was driven mad by a man named Cato who wanted to possess him so he could have his revenge on Maxwell. A man who would spend a good number of his years in an asylum trying to hold on till a cure was found so he could be with his family once more, playing music in his cell to fight off the nightmare monsters picking at his brain, using magic he didn’t realize he possessed that he had inherited from his mother. Losing half his mind in the whole process before certain things came to pass.

Those certain things would be events such as becoming The Count of Umbra Rosa in the Don’t Starve Together Journals Timeline and other things that I can not speak of at this time because they have not been revealed.

So, yeah. This is what developing a character looks like. It’s a wild ride but totally worth it and fun to look back and see what happened along the way and giggle at how different things turned out from the initial pitch. Seeing how a character develops flaws, quirks, goals they have, loves, etc. This is one of the many reasons I love being a writer.

And with that, I am done gushing. Thank you if read all the way through this long ramble of mine. Just felt like sharing. Hope this was interesting.

#don't starve #don't starve together #don't starve oc #don't starve edward higgsbury #don't starve edward #edward victor higgsbury #edward v. higgsbury #edward higgsbury #edward #survive the shadows #don't starve together journals

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chicagocityfclanspromoblog · 3 years

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Percival ‘Percy’ McCormick III → Charlie Cox → Dhole

→ Basic Information

Age: 228

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: January 22nd

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Religion: Jewish

Like Percy? Consider taking him in our Nimble Giveaway Event! We will be waiving applications para samples, personalities and histories requirements for all canon nimbles. Just send in the first and last name of the nimble(s) you would like to the main.

→ His Personality Percy has very rarely failed in his life. This is not necessarily because of his skills or brains, but mainly his family’s money. He is a creative and often idealistic person, who is focused on pushing the envelope to see what else is out there. He is confident and charming, and has managed to make most things he creates work. One thing that isn’t working is his idea of a joint pack. It began in the 1930s as a way to bring people to Chicago and keep themselves above boat during the Depression. It worked for a while, but in the last 20 years has begun to spiral. Violence and hatred have gotten to a boiling point and the pressure only rises with new members moving in every month. He still thinks it is working and an idea worth fighting for, however even he is feeling the cracks. Percy has become an insomniac and his emotions are so high strung that his eyes frequently flip back and forth between white and his typical brown. He has taken to carrying sunglasses to hide his effect from those in and outside of his pack.

He has recently decided, under Liz’s recommendation, that he needs to destress his life. Percy gets self-confidence and pride from his work, so slowing down feels as though he is failing more. It has allowed him to attempt to fix his relationship with his wife. He is absent at best and neglectful at worst when it comes to Rose, and he realized he had started to become exactly like his father. He wants kids and he wants his kids to see two people in love raising them. Percy has a habit of thinking about those who benefit from all his actions, rather than those who must suffer with the other side. He is willing to sacrifice the few for the many and even if it hurts others, may refuse to give up what he wants.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Head of the Triumvirate and Owner of WJDF station, The Chicago Herald, McCormick Media, and a conglomerate of publications.

Scars: None

Tattoos: Up to Player

Two Likes: Sunglasses and Skyscrapers

Two Dislikes: Close minded people and Conspiracy Theorists

Two Fears: Bankruptcy and People thinking he’s fraud

Two Hobbies: Genealogy and Proofreading

Three Positive Traits: Idealistic, Charming, Confident

Three Negative Traits: Assertive, Proud, Unyielding

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Percival McCormick II (Father): Percival II built the media in Chicago from the ground up. He initially ran the telegraph and telegram stations out of Chicago and eventually created The Chicago Herald and the radio station. These catered to humans, but also supernaturals. There were special channels to broadcast supernatural news and it created the foundation for other supernaturals to create content and information for themselves. Creating an empire so expansive was not without cost. Percival II was rarely home and treated his wife and son as merely objects set out to impress. It left him with a constant need to prove to his father that he was just as clever as he was, even in death. Percy III created the first television station and has expanded into the internet and digital sphere as time has gone on.

Pamela McCormick (Mother): Pamela was not frequently involved with Percy. She was there for the worst moments to comfort him, but she was dealing with her own issues and didn’t have the time to help both. She was never cruel and often was willing to listen and entertain his imaginative ideas.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Rose McCormick (Wife): Percy is admittedly a horrible husband. He’d like to blame it on the way he was raised, but even he knows he could stop that cycle whenever he wants. Rose is smart and fierce, but didn’t fully know what she was getting into when marrying him. He needed someone to stand by his side and have no desire to get involved in his life. He’d provide for whatever she wanted as long as she’d keep everything in their marriage private and eventually have a kid with him. It’s been a decade since they’ve been married, and they’ve kept up their deal. She has her own bedroom and they only typically see each other over dinner. Rose hates him and he understands why. Recently, Percy has begun to think being open with his wife and mate may calm him down more. He wants to start a real relationship with Rose, and is attempting to show that to her. She is becoming more receptive though she doubts him.

Platonic Connections:

Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Snow (Best Friend): Percy knows Liz better than anyone else. Liz is the only one who has truly seen him at his most vulnerable. They understand each other and the choices they make and support one another fully. It’s hard not to fall in love with someone who knows you well, and Percy was not immune to this. However, he knew it would never work. He found a dhole shifter who would agree to what he wanted from a marriage and tried to block out any thoughts of Liz, unsuccessfully. He still is much more emotionally connected with Liz and confides in her, rather than in Rose.

Simon Brodeur (Packmate): Percy has over 90,000 nimbles in his care and would be lying if he said he knew all of them by heart. However, Simon has recently popped up on his rader and Percy has been keeping a worrisome eye on him. Percy has never had a bad experience with Simon but when Simon’s mate was obviously killed by a hunter, Simon had blacked out causing a mess for Percy. Simon had gone into a frenzy and changed a few humans. Percy and Liz were able to cover it up and Simon was released punishment free but Percy is unsure what his next step should be and whether to go after the hunters who did this.

Austin Semler (Packmate): Percy is familiar with Austin work and the work of Austin parents. Percy knows potential when he sees it and Austin is bursting with potential but it is clear to Percy that Austin isn’t ready yet.

Isla Johns (Packmate): Isla acts as the speaker for the prey members of their clan and is also a member of the Triumvirate. Percy and Isla are nearly never on the same page making Liz their referee on larger impact topics. They can never have a strong relationship while he knows what she thinks of him and how he runs the clan. It would both him more, if he wasn’t as confident that Liz saw his vision and wanted it to succeed.

Anton Kowalski (Unsure): Anton has not been a part of his clan for long but Percy isn’t blind to how Anton avoids him in comparison to the way he flocks to everyone else. While Anton isn’t the first coywolf that Percy has met, he is one of the first shifters to transition into Chicago in decades from a single shift nimble pack; meaning their pack one had one type of nimble species. He’s been keeping an eye on Anton and plans on giving him a proper introduction soon.

Clarisse ‘Clara’ Fields (Clan Leader): Percy and Clara have known one another since they were kids. While Asa and Sam preferred leaving him in the dust, Clara was always a bit more willing to be friendly. He was glad when she took over as head of the Heavies and they often end up on the same side in council meetings.

Chris Bialar (Clan Leader): Chris stated once that he would be neutral when it came to nimble affairs and Percy has done the same for him. Percy personally doesn’t care about the local cat clan and only communicates at council meetings with them. Percy, however, has recently heard rumors about Chris and Ellis discussing a supernatural schooling system and wants in on the project.

Ellis Watts (Clan Leader): Percy has little interactions with the jackal clan and stands neutral when it comes to Ellis. Percy, however, has recently heard rumors about Chris and Ellis discussing a supernatural schooling system and wants in on the project.

Nick Hamelin (Clan Leader): Nick has been around for a while and was friends with Percy’s father. This made things a little easier when it was Percy’s time to take over. Nick and Percy are the closet of allies and their clans often work together to gather information. Percy’s people teach the rats reporting and/or journalistic investigating skills in exchanging for information and leads.

Isaac Baker (Clan Leader): Percy rarely has to deal with the wolves. When he does he typically sends Isla to discuss any incidents they come across with the wolves. Isaac certainly brings more spontaneity to the votes and certainly makes council meetings more interesting.

Scorpius Getta (Clan Leader): Percy is indifferent about Getta and the vampire community as a whole. The only time they communicate is at council meetings.

Sirius Cobic (Clan Leader): Sirius and Percy have come to an understanding as the police and media to keep the people of Chicago from finding out that over 1/3rd of their population is composed of supernatural beings. Their people work closely together but Percy personally deals with Sirius each time as a sign of respect and good faith.

Hostile Connections:

Sam Thompson (Childhood Bully): Sam and Asa used to bully Percy as a child. They would bring him into the middle of the woods, shift and then run. He frequently got lost, and only found his way back by accident, or by Clara helping him. He thinks Sam believing he could be the head of the Heavies is laughable, and ignores any contact that Sam tries to make with him.

Asa Fields (Childhood Bully): Sam and Asa used to bully Percy as a child. They would bring him into the middle of the woods, shift and then run. He frequently got lost, and only found his way back by accident, or by Clara helping him. Asa disappeared about a hundred years ago, which Percy was grateful for. Unfortunately he’s returned and apparently wants to make things right within his pack.

Pets:

None

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Charlie Cox (Percival “Percy” McCormick III) [1][2][3][4]

#charlie cox #open rp #appless rp #magic rp

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thisweekingundamwing · 7 years

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This Week! Sept 24-Sept30

Please take the time to thank all of these awesome content creators. We keep our fandom alive through our continued support.

-Mod Clara

Fanfiction:

Just as a quick side note, be sure to read the warnings listed on AO3 before reading just in case I missed them!

@anaranesindanarie

Happy Anniversary

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12191670

This is for 2x5 appreciation day!

Pairings: 2x5

Warnings: fluff

@chronicwhimsy

Saudade

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11352189/chapters/25407183

The summer following the Barton Uprising, Duo joins Trowa to tour with the circus around Europe. It's an attempt to run away from issues, instead of dealing with them, and Trowa finds that in helping Duo face up to his problems, he works through a few of his own. Things are muddling along nicely, until Duo decides to help with Trowa's love life.Saudade: a Portuguese word for a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves.PREQUEL TO SALVAGE.

Pairings: 3x4

Warnings: underage sex, underage drinking

@claraxbarton

Weathervane

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12226002

Heero Yuy has been working in Oman for almost a year, tracking terrorist cells and working to eliminate potential threats, when he's given a new assignment - an asset. Tasked with cultivating Duo Maxwell, Heero finds the situation both easier and far more complicated than his usual ops.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: smut, language

Chosen

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12219744/chapters/27756849

In a frozen land, magic is difficult to find, and those blessed with the ability are often cursed.

Pairings: 6x3, 6x2, 5x2, 4x2, 5x4x2, 1xR, 9xM, RxD

Warnings: smut, language, violence, magic

Cypress

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11110803/chapters/24795225

Zechs finally takes a much needed vacation and has an interesting first night in Key West.

Pairings: 6x3, 4x5

Warnings: smut, language

Anything

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12195561

Trowa has something special planned for Zechs.This is ACTUALLY smut with no plot. I think I finally managed it.

Pairings: 6x3

Warnings: smut, language, lingerie, PWP?

High Dive

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12190773

While out walking his ex's dog, Duo discovers something quite unexpected about his attractive and aloof neighbor.

Pairings: 2x5

Warnings: smut, language, D/s

Better Be

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12177648

Duo returns to his dorm after Thanksgiving Break.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: smut, language, angst

DarkBluePhoenix

Neon Genesis Evangelion Legacy - Gundam Invasion

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10464375/chapters/24707484

A Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and Mobile Fighter G Gundam Crossover. IT’S A GUNDAM!!! *RANDOM EXPLOSION!* The cast of Gundam Wing meet our young heroes and befriend them in this tale of how those who understand, those who fight, those who doubt, and those who pass by, can claim victory against the forces of evil reborn. Mission Accepted. All systems go! Gundams… Evangelions… Launching!

Executive Shrimp

Dirty Job

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9980589/1/Dirty-Job

AU, 1x2/2x1: When Duo's best friend owes the wrong people a lot of money, the pickpocket and small-time conman gets pulled into a high-stakes plot to rob thirty-something billionaire Heero Yuy. To succeed and save his friend Duo has to get too close for comfort. (Rated M for violence in later chapters).

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Violence

@fadedsepiascribbles

Brace

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12104595/chapters/27444231

Trowa Barton is pulled out of his comfortable existence and pushed into the world dating by well-meaning friends and family. (I promise to get a better description going at some point!)Warnings are subject to change.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: fluff

ForgottenStorm87

Shadow of a Dream

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11693734/1/Shadow-of-a-Dream

one-shot: A midnight visitor's appearance might only be a dream, but why does it feel so real? 1xR...lemon...

Pairings: 1xR

Warnings: sex

@helmistress

Dinner’s On You

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12189366

Duo is tired when he is finally able to drag himself home after a long day at work. But his husband knows just how to wake him up.

Pairings: 2x5

Warnings: n/a

@lifeaftermeteor

LAM Updates

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/165668301831/staff-suite-disarmament-and

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/165914492226/winner-family-compound-outskirts-of-douz-tunisia

Post-Canon Epic

Pairings:

Warnings: n/a

Lord Raa

Heero Sandwich

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12594063/1/Heero-Sandwich

Nobody asked for this, especially not Heero Yuy, but here we are all the same. Prepare for a "comedy" with some adult content. If the chapters feel truncated, then you might want to look for a certain Fanfiction Forum on the (dot) net for a more complete experience.

Pairings:

Warnings:

Luvsanime02

Turbulence

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11927283/chapters/26957496

The story about what Agent Frank Parks has been up to between Evasion and now.This is the seventh story in Navigation, a fem!Heero series.

Pairings: Gen

Warnings: language, slurs

Maldoror_Chant (THE Maldoror)

The Arrangement

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12131427/chapters/27517791

Wufei, struggling with his demons, agrees to a wartime fling with Heero, no affection needed or wanted. But the 'arrangement' lasts and grows as they join the preventers. It could become a source of strength for both. If they let it.

Pairings: 1x5

Warnings: Violence, sex, non-consensual drug use, mentions of torture

The Source of All Things

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12121344/chapters/27490158

Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.(Alternative Universe, far-flung future sci-fi/fantasy. There are elements from the anime that exist here, albeit in very different forms; Gundam mechas, Zero, and lovely G-boys for instance. They are perhaps a universal constant we are not yet aware of. This fic was original started over a decade ago. It has been heavily rewritten and should now be eventually finished)

Pairings: 3x4, 5x2, 1x5x2

Warnings: sex, self-harm, magic, technology

Mistaken-Miracles

When The Tides Change

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12432602/1/When-The-Tides-Change

Preventers learn of a new underground rebellion group, along with the arrival of a new ally. Can Heero put his feelings aside to trust this ally or will new discoveries create tension between the Gundam Pilots? Can they work together to keep the peace? Or are there too many complications to control?

Pairings:

Warnings:

@remsyk-blog

Blooming For You

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11981688/chapters/27101835

"You made flowers grow in my lungs, and though they are beautiful, I can't fucking breathe."Duo has silently loved for them for years. He watched them find each other, yet the feelings still remained. But now the love he's carried for so long may become the thing that ends him.

Pairings: 1x3, 1x2x3

Warnings: angst, smut

Scarlet Eve

Last Resistance to Peace

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12270582/1/Last-Resistance-to-Peace

[Alternate Timeline] The Romefeller Foundation was once a quiet group of charitable aristocrats. After the announcement of their military branch, OZ, and the Gundams, Queen Relena Peacecraft's fears have been confirmed. Romefeller will stop at nothing to rule the planet under one government. But Relena and the Gundam pilots won't allow their fate to be chosen for them.

Pairings:

Warnings:

Shadow-Hawk2

Imperial Guard

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12559874/1/Imperial-Guard

Duo Maxwell is trapped in another part of the galaxy far from all that he knows and the woman he loves. He must learn to survive among primitive violent people and accept that he may never be able to return to Earth.

Pairings:

Warnings:

ShenLong

Bound, Bonded and Betrayed

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7188593/chapters/16314689

Heero is the eldest son of the King of Colonia. His 21st birthday is approaching and as tradition dictates his betrothed is soon to arrive. However he is also bound by tradition to select his own personal slave. The events that unfold lead him down a path that not only tests his sanity but his humanity and love as well.

Pairings: 2x1, Rx1, 2xR, 3x4, 13x11

Warnings: Violence, slavery, bondage, angst

Sylvieforaday

They Say It Was a Concussion

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12658089/1/They-Say-It-Was-a-Concussion

AU 2x6. Duo has a spill and it turns out to be just what the doctor ordered.

Pairings: 2x6

Warnings: AU

Thehiddenbaroness

Resurrecting the Viper

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10938852/chapters/24338433

Following a routine visit to Vingolf, Orga, Mikazuki and Merribit are surprised by the sudden appearance of a practically naked, injured woman. Although Artima seems to have full recollection of who she is, she does not seem to understand the outside world. Against Orga's better judgment, the Isaribi is soon entangled in Artima's quest to find and destroy her old mobile suit - and discover both she and it are relics from over three hundred years ago that could hold the key to Tekkadan's future.

Pairings: gen

Warnings: crossover

The Manwell

May Demons Rest: Shinigami Sleeps 2017

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10944786/chapters/24354720

A re-write of my 2004 fanfic "Shinigami Sleeps"To find and free Duo from his demons, Trowa leaves his uneventful life at the circus for the mean streets of an obscure colony in L2.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: sex

Zennelia

Discarded Swords

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12614740/1/Discarded-Swords

In the end, the world cannot stay out of disputes and the consequences fall to the fallen soldiers - who, once again, are forced to wield their discarded swords. But the sudden appearance of a figure from the past stir the conflict even more...

Pairings: 1xR

Warnings:

Snippets:

@gwepisode50

Future Snapshot of Heero and Relena

http://gwepisode50.tumblr.com/post/165906302745/gw-short-fanfiction-future-snapshot-of-heero-and

Headcanons / Meta:

@amyole

Cardinal Directions on a Space Colony

https://amyole.tumblr.com/post/165662329513/cardinal-directions-on-a-space-colony

@givemeunicorns

Treize

http://givemeunicorns.tumblr.com/post/165786221263/one-of-the-things-that-stands-out-to-me-as-i-watch

Relena

http://givemeunicorns.tumblr.com/post/165765374578/listen-relena-just-wanted-to-go-shopping-she-was

Noin and Wufei

http://givemeunicorns.tumblr.com/post/165764179048/now-i-remember-why-noin-was-one-of-my-favs-and

@peachandbetty

Nudist Colonies

http://peachandbetty.tumblr.com/post/165822659078/ive-decided-gw-verse-legitimately-has-actual

Fanart:

@drkstars-art

Quatre

https://drkstars-art.tumblr.com/post/165869269772/space-heart-i-feel-a-lot-better-about-this

@hainekoken

Duo

http://hainekoken.tumblr.com/post/165689775680

@lbro009

Trowa and Noin for @gw-ficrecfriday

https://lbro009.tumblr.com/post/165733717325/wip-with-some-shading-not-actually-how-i-will-be

@oldnewtype

Gundpla: Gundam Sandrock

https://oldnewtype.tumblr.com/post/165725386825/in-my-honest-opinion-the-master-grade-ver-ew-are

@thedogsled

Trowa

https://thedogsled.tumblr.com/post/165743180611/a-very-old-sketch-maybe-199899

@yuugiohs

Duo

http://yuugiohs.tumblr.com/post/165777702563/someone-say-my-beautiful-son-i-love-duo-used-to

@vegalume

Duo, Trowa, Heero, Quatre and Wufei

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/165862494175/more-art-each-6-inch-by-12-inch-painting-was-hand

Starbound: Treize and Zechs

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/165912195600

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Posting the entire month of November.

A fanworks celebration of all weird and supernatural.

Participation information here!

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Posting December 23rd - December 24th.

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Can you elaborate a little on how Joker helps Harley because given their canon history it really doesn't seem like he does more than stunt her mental growth and harm her

okay well the thing you have to keep in mind when i’m talking about this stuff is that i’m talking specifically about my interpretation of harley and my interpretation of her relationship with joker, not harley in general as a character, and you also have to keep in mind that there is a difference between harley being emotionally stable and happy and harley overcoming her mental illness and living a healthy life with healthy relationships. as for canon interpretations of her relationship with joker, they’ve had just as many fun moments as they have un-fun moments, and the way their relationship is written varies massively from series to series. you can argue all day one way or another about their relationship using nothing but canon evidence and you won’t get any closer to having 100% agreement on whether it’s good or bad (“bad and acceptable/enjoyable” or “bad and must be stopped immediately” are probably more accurate terms). something else to keep in mind is that i am talking specifically about joker helping harley come back to baseline after some kind of mental breakdown or upset, as opposed to joker helping harley become a better person or something (he doesn’t). so i’m? not? really sure if you’re genuinely asking or trying to be passive aggressive? but either way i’m gonna give you a genuine answer¯\_(ツ)_/¯

harley is delusional, her delusions are extremely pervasive and warp her entire grasp of reality, reality as she knows it is built on the concept of Good Guys and Bad Guys that joker instilled in her when he was her patient, okay, we’ve established this. the factors we have to look at to answer your question are:

harley’s mental illness and how it affects her daily life

joker’s relationship with harley/joker’s feelings for harley/the revenge arc

how being around joker affects harley’s mental health

how people other than joker tend to handle her mental illness and emotional needs

1. okay so! we’ve already talked about that first one a lot, but i’m gonna talk about it a little bit more just to clarify. the Good Guy/Bad Guy delusions were shaped and fostered by joker when she was his doctor (however, they did not originate with him; the best way i can explain it is that she/her pre-joker trauma planted the seed of her own delusions and he watered those seeds until they bloomed), but i don’t think he intended for them to become so strong, and he certainly didn’t intend to have to deal with her delusional ass for presumably the rest of his life. regression as a coping mechanism is also something joker tends to encourage in her, but it is something she was already doing before she met him. both of these things contribute to her inability or unwillingness to fully comprehend death/her inability to fully understand that she is hurting people, but that issue was initially shaped by trauma that occurred mostly outside of her experiences with joker (guy kopski’s death and arnold wesker’s death). these issues manifest as a regressed and childish persona: she has a very simplistic, childlike worldview, and a very simplistic, childlike resistance to unhappiness. on the level of daily life, this puts her at odds with some people, because they require her to act like an adult and take responsibility for her actions (ie, batman telling her she needs to be serious because “this isn’t a game” or something like that). joker is perfectly content to let her act however she wants as long as it doesn’t interfere with his own work/plans/whatever, so in that sense, he “helps” because he doesn’t challenge her worldview. this is not a healthy dynamic at all, but it’s a dynamic that allows harley to function happily within the parameters of her delusions and psychosis.

2. which brings me to the second point: joker and harley have been together on and off for about seven years at this point in my blog-canon timeline. they know each other better than anyone else. they can rely on each other. it hasn’t always been pretty, and it has certainly never been a healthy relationship, but they are more or less constants in each other’s lives. the fact that they have a relatively stable relationship at this point is entirely due to the revenge arc. the revenge arc takes place after the events of mad love and after harley’s recuperation time with poison ivy and catwoman. once she had recovered to mostly fighting-fit, harley took off, kidnapped joker, and spent several weeks methodically torturing him and inflicting every wound on him that he’d ever inflicted on her before dropping him off half dead at the gcpd. she was doing this out of anger, yes, but it wasn’t just anger. if it was just anger, she would have killed him. she still loved him. (is that healthy? no! this is fiction! relationships in fiction do not have to be healthy or unhealthy to be well-written or well-developed or interesting or even enjoyable! you can enjoy something in fiction while recognizing that it is unacceptable in reality and not wanting it to ever be reality! for example: zombie apocalypse scenarios!) her reasoning was that if he could go through all that and still want to be with her– if he felt the same way about their relationship as she did– then she would go back to him and they’d figure things out. if not, then she’d leave him in the dust. after some time, he did come back to her, and they’ve been (mostly) equal partners in crime ever since. their relationship is tumultuous and unhealthy, yes, but it’s more or less a constant in both their lives. they’re used to relying on each other and working with each other– they feel at home with each other in ways they rarely feel with other people. so in that sense, joker “helps” harley because they have a very well-established rapport, and he provides her with (relative) constancy and the sense of having a home she belongs to.

3. harley thinks and acts differently with joker than she does with other people. harley desperately needs to be liked and accepted, and in order to achieve that, she often compartmentalizes and puts on different “faces” with different people. (every human being on the planet does this, whether they realize it or not; it’s called facework and you probably have it to thank in part for getting your job, starting your relationships, and a bazillion other things). being with him, and thus being exposed to his mindset and manifestos, pushes her to adopt a more violent and less empathetic face. that being said, being with him encourages her to fall deeper into her psychosis, to view the world in extremely simple and child-like terms. she doesn’t have to think about who she is as a person or what she deserves or what she’s truly capable of doing; she can just fall into this old familiar role. and this role fits her. this role was created for herself, by herself. so in this sense, joker “helps” her by not putting her in situations where she feels some kind of internal struggle, which can lead to mental upset as i have discussed before.

3.5. note: being with poison ivy pushes harley to be a better person and adopt a less destructive and more empathetic face. joker may “help” harley by not challenging her at all, but ivy could help harley much more by constructively challenging her. however, their relationship (again, as i interpret it) does have obstacles to this end, and those will be discussed in the next bullet point.

4. people other than joker tend to react to her mental illness and emotional needs very poorly. they often expect her to be able to support herself completely on an emotional front, to function perfectly fine when alone on a mental front, and essentially seem to believe that harley is under some kind of evil influence from the joker which will magically remove itself with zero fallout once they break up. let me make this perfectly clear: harley had mental health problems long before she met joker. he did not somehow “make her crazy”; she had been prone to neuroticism and dramatic mood swings ever since she was a child, and the more severe psychosis she has today had been developing from the time of guy kopski’s death, several months before she ever met the joker. while the joker did influence the final shape and nature of harley’s mental illness, he was not at all the cause of it, and thus, his presence in or absence from her life is not going to dictate her ability to function. it is also worth noting that, due to her mental state, she would have fixated on anyone the way she fixated on joker-- she needed for someone to take care of her and make her feel part of something the way guy kopski did--, developed the same type of delusions and psychosis, and turned to a life of crime. all joker did was provide harley with an opportunity to act out the way she wanted to. so! that addressed, let’s move on to how people other than joker tend to handle her mental illness and emotional needs: most notably, batman, bruce wayne, poison ivy, and catwoman.

batman. batman constantly exploits her mental illness and her emotional weaknesses. while this is understandable as a way for the hero to get the upper hand in his conflicts with the villain, that does not make it okay, and it certainly does not do anything to make harley’s lifestyle healthier. batman does not come from a perspective of wanting to help harley. batman comes from a perspective of wanting to hurt and disorient harley enough that he can take her out quickly and easily. this happens so often that his go-to method for handling harley at this point seems to be “if i can’t take her out within the first three hits, i’m going to start pushing buttons until she breaks down”. it’s cruel. it’s unhealthy. it pushes her further and further down the rabbit hole of “i am just a Bad Guy doing my job and the Good Guys take things way too far and make everything hard for everyone else”. batman reacts in incredibly negative ways to her mental illness, and he dismisses her emotional needs entirely in order to reach his end goal of catching joker or ivy or whoever harley’s working with, seemingly with no care over how his actions are going to affect her mental or physical health. additionally, he justifies these actions-- which, personally, i classify as going past the realm of standard hero/villain damage and into the realm of straight up abuse-- by victim blaming her for her own psychosis and drastic emotional needs (both of which are almost entirely the result of some kind of trauma or neglect in her life), essentially, if not literally, saying “normally, i wouldn’t be this mean to somebody, but since she’s boning my greatest enemy, she must be insane, and we’ve been doing this for so long that she must be a lost cause, and since joker’s not here, i’m just gonna take out all my rage on her, and like, if she didn’t want me to do this, she should just stop being mentally ill and doing things in ways that are dictated by her mental illness and unfulfilled emotional needs”. (see: mad love, where he manipulates her into calling the joker even though he knows it will certainly result in her being hurt, and then does absolutely nothing to address the fact that joker pushed her out of a 4-6 story window which probably killed her. like, i’m not trying to be a villain apologist here, that’s the last thing i want, but that is? a really shitty thing for batman to do? and if he didn’t treat harley like that over and over again i would say it was super out of character for him to (a) let it happen in the first place and (b) not seem to care if it killed her at all? but he does treat her that way? repeatedly? constantly? i’ve made a post about it before and this is already getting super long so i’m not gonna list all the other times he pulls this shit on her but like. trust me when i say “batman exploiting harley’s mental illness in ways he knows will get her hurt and then not caring about how badly hurt she gets and justifying it with the grossest victim blaming logic” is pretty much the go-to routine for their fights now.)

bruce wayne. yes, bruce and batman are the same person, but harley doesn’t (consciously) now that, and the two personas react to her mental illness in drastically different ways. batman comes from a perspective of violent and impulsive exploitation, but bruce comes from a perspective that’s... well... almost a calmer and more calculated exploitation. does bruce want to help her shape up re-enter society? yes. does bruce put personal investment into helping harley do that? sometimes, yes. is he doing it more or less out of the goodness of his own heart? yes, absolutely. but here’s the thing: bruce only tries to help harley once harley is no longer perceived a threat to batman. bruce’s good will towards harley is entirely conditional. he has left her to rot in arkham just as much as, if not more than, he has come to her aid about parole. he follows the fallacy that joker has some kind of evil influence on her, and that once that influence is removed, she’ll be perfectly normal. that’s not how it works. a good example of this is in the detective comics issue where harley and batman team up to defeat ventriloquist ii: bruce, as a member of arkham’s board, denies harley parole at the beginning of the comic, despite her being clearly desperate to prove she’s ready to re-enter society. later, as batman, he has no sympathy for her mourning of the original ventriloquist or her anger that his title and m.o. has been taken by someone else-- not even with the knowledge that the original ventriloquist was her only friend in arkham, and were it not for him, she probably would have committed suicide. it’s not until the very end of the comic, after harley has acknowledged that arnold wesker was a criminal and turns herself back into arkham-- essentially, after she submits to batman as the moral standard who is always right in his eyes (not “after she admits that she has made poor decisions and is trying to atone for her actions as a criminal” or “after she explains to him that her perception of morality may be different but that does not mean it is entirely wrong and invalid”, both of which she does if i’m remembering correctly, but “after she submits to him as the moral standard who is always right in his eyes” by acknowledging wesker’s villainy and not resisting when he brings her back to arkham). again: bruce’s actions do fall into a pattern that is more or less default for hero/villain dynamics, but given the context of these interactions and the way they repeat over and over again, his actions begin to move outside the realm of standard hero/villain interactions and into the realm of abuse.

poison ivy. ivy loves harley! harley loves ivy! that does not change the fact that they both have their own individual problems that can foster an unhealthy relationship dynamic at times! ivy wants harley to break away from joker entirely because ivy has been in an abusive relationship (jason woodrue) and broken out of that abusive relationship and understands both how difficult it can be and how much better your life will be if you do get out. that’s awesome! that’s great! ivy loves harley and she wants to see harley grow as a person, to be more independent, to be stronger emotionally. those are all honorable and good and altruistic and healthy things for ivy to want for harley. however, in order for harley to achieve that, she needs someone who understands that the joker isn’t just her partner, he’s part of her backstory that cannot be erased. she won’t ever be able to leave him behind and say “i wish i never met him” or “i am what i am because of me and he had nothing to do with it”, and she would never want to, because it simply isn’t true. but, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t ever want to leave him behind, period. the problems with harley and ivy’s relationship stem from ivy’s inability to understand the full extent of harley’s relationship with and feelings for the joker; thus, when harley expresses something to the extent of “this man was a huge part of my life and it wasn’t super horrible and it made me who i am so i’m not going to dismiss it and may even remember it fondly”, ivy hears something like “i owe this man my life and because of my perceived debt to him for ‘creating’ me i am reluctant to completely break away from him”. so ivy tries to force harley to cut joker out of her life, which harley can’t do, and since ivy does not understand the full extent of harley’s relationship with joker, she can’t provide adequate emotional support if harley needs it in the process of breaking away from him, and it is just. a huge mess. and i hope and pray with all my sapphic heart that one day harley and ivy will sit down and talk frankly and get this all out in the open so they can live happily ever after without joker coming in to fuck everything up. or ivy/harley/joker happens. like-- i’m not picky. i just want harley to be happy. but yeah, anyway, back to what i was saying: ivy reacts to harley’s mental illness and emotional needs pretty well, except when it comes to stuff about joker, which comes up a lot, and so whenever they come close to making any progress they kind of sabotage themselves and it all falls apart.

catwoman. selina and harley’s dynamic here is pretty similar to ivy and harley’s in this sense, i think, except that selina seems generally content to live and let live wrt harley and joker as long as he/his relationship with harley doesn’t become a problem in her own life. the problems with selina and harley come from harley being unable to reconcile selina’s gray morality with her own Good Guys vs. Bad Guys worldview. selina may not understand harley’s psychosis or her relationship with joker entirely, but she doesn’t have the same bias that ivy does about it, and that allows selina to be more supportive of harley emotionally. however, selina and harley have had various fights and falling outs over the years, and given harley’s mindset, it’s easy for harley to convince herself that selina is either 100% A Bad Guy And Safe To Be Around or 100% A Good Guy Who Is A Traitor And Deserves To Die. it also doesn’t help that harley sees selina’s relationship with batman almost the same way selina sees her relationship with joker: acceptable as long as the man remains at arm’s length, because if he gets too close, the woman will choose him over her friends. the basic issue between selina and harley, i think, is that selina does not address and often does not acknowledge harley’s relationship with joker until it becomes a problem, and by then, it is no longer a discussion, it is selina telling harley what her options are. harley sees this as a double standard, given selina’s relationship with batman, and from there it is very easy for her to see selina as a Good Guy in disguise and deem them enemies. it’s not something selina does; it’s harley’s inability to process what selina does in a healthy way. (note: imo, selina has every right to handle harley and joker’s relationship this way, and she is one of very few people in harley’s life who provide her this kind of “me or him” discipline in a way that’s not an ultimatum. she lets harley do her thing and she doesn’t want to be involved in that thing and when that thing is over she and harley can get back together again, and as long as that thing doesn’t infringe on selina’s life, she doesn’t really pay it any mind. compared to harley’s other relationships, that’s actually a pretty healthy dynamic.)

so! wowza! this got really long! now you see why it was in my drafts for months on end! to summarize: i am talking here specifically about joker helping harley return to baseline operations after some kind of mental upset, not about joker helping harley on a more holistic level, because he really doesn’t. however, there is a difference between him not helping her and him actively sabotaging her. he does not actively sabotage her (anymore). joker and harley have known each other for the better part of a decade, and they know each other better than anyone else; they have an established rapport and they are essentially each other’s home. because of this, joker often understands her mental illness and emotional needs better than others, and is better able to give her what she needs in regards to grounding and support after a mental breakdown. many people in harley’s life react to her mental illness and emotional needs very poorly or even exploit it for their own ends, or they may unsuccessfully try to support her because they do not understand her needs. this is not to say that everyone except joker is terrible at helping harley recover, nor is it to say that joker is the only one who understands harley’s mental illness and emotional needs-- for example, jonathan crane has known harley since she was in college, and given his profundity in psychiatry, he’s probably better at helping her recover than joker is. arnold wesker, when he was alive, also helped her just as much if not more than joker does. ivy could help harley much more than joker-- on all levels-- if she and harley addressed the miscommunications and misunderstandings between them.

i hope this makes sense and i hope it wasn’t too hard to read orz and thank you for sending this question and the other ones before it, they were very involved and have made me delve into harley’s character much deeper than i have been lately. peace dude ✌

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Percival ‘Percy’ McCormick III → Charlie Cox → Dhole

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Age: 228

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: January 22nd

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Religion: Jewish

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Head of the Triumvirate and Owner of WJDF station, The Chicago Herald, McCormick Media, and a conglomerate of publications.

Scars: None

Tattoos: Up to Player

Two Likes: Sunglasses and Skyscrapers

Two Dislikes: Close minded people and Conspiracy Theorists

Two Fears: Bankruptcy and People thinking he’s fraud

Two Hobbies: Genealogy and Proofreading

Three Positive Traits: Idealistic, Charming, Confident

Three Negative Traits: Assertive, Proud, Unyielding

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Sibling Names:

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Children Names:

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Platonic Connections:

Scorpius Getta (Clan Leader): Percy is indifferent about Getta and the vampire community as a whole. The only time they communicate is at council meetings.

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Charlie Cox (Percival “Percy” McCormick III) [1][2][3][4]

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